#Flask App

[vaultsixtynine]

yayayyyyy arguing with my cto about viable database frontends. if i have to use powerapps for one more minute i'll explode

[newcodesociety]

URL Shortner

Image Caption Generator

Weather Forecast App

Music Player

Sudoku Solver

Web Scraping with BeautifulSoup

Chatbot

Password Manager

Stock Price Analyzer

Automated Email Sender

[antoniosos]

Web apps are hard

I've got a website on 000webhost.com and I need it to send a http request to my python flask script. (here it is in all it's glory -> http://pivonkachat.000webhostapp.com/ )

And that's where I got stuck.

I don't know how to send it to the script.

Should the python script run on something like Apache?

idk

@xiabablog If I remember correctly you develop web applications?

[cubixglobal]

Flask vs. Django: Is One Better Than the Other?

Flask vs. Django are two frameworks that are based on Python, a renowned programming language best known for its quick scalability and adaptability. Both frameworks offer tremendous convenience for building efficient web apps.

Django and Flask have a strong community of developers. Moreover, Flask carrying 56.6k and Django with 59.6k stars on GitHub indicates how close their reputations are. This begs an intuitive question: Flask vs. Django, which is better?

[flaskuwu]

Posting Oc art because my brain hates me

[kodehashtechnology]

Flask vs Django: Delving into Features, Ecosystem, and Community Support

Flask and Django are two popular Python web frameworks that offer developers powerful tools for building web applications. While both frameworks are widely used in the development community, they have distinct features, ecosystems, and levels of community support. In this article, we will delve into the features, ecosystem, and community support of Flask and Django to help you understand their differences and choose the right framework for your project.

Features:

Flask:

Flask is a lightweight and minimalist web framework known for its simplicity and flexibility. Some key features of Flask include:

Minimalistic Design: Flask follows a micro-framework approach, providing developers with only the essential tools for web development.

Extensibility: Flask allows developers to extend its functionality with various extensions and third-party libraries, enabling them to add features as needed.

URL Routing: Flask provides a simple and intuitive mechanism for defining URL routes and mapping them to view functions.

Jinja2 Templating: Flask comes with built-in support for the Jinja2 templating engine, allowing developers to create dynamic HTML templates easily.

Built-in Development Server: Flask includes a built-in development server for testing and debugging applications locally.

Django:

Django is a full-stack web framework that follows the "batteries included" philosophy, providing developers with a comprehensive set of built-in features and tools. Some key features of Django include:

Admin Interface: Django includes a powerful admin interface that allows developers to manage site content, users, and permissions out of the box.

ORM (Object-Relational Mapping): Django's ORM simplifies database interactions by abstracting away SQL queries and providing a high-level API for working with database models.

Authentication and Authorization: Django provides built-in support for user authentication, session management, and role-based access control.

Form Handling: Django's form handling capabilities make it easy to validate and process user input, reducing the complexity of form handling in web applications.

Built-in Security Features: Django includes built-in security features such as protection against common web vulnerabilities like CSRF (Cross-Site Request Forgery) and XSS (Cross-Site Scripting) attacks.

Ecosystem:

Flask:

Flask has a vibrant ecosystem with a wide range of extensions and third-party libraries that extend its functionality. Some popular Flask extensions include Flask-SQLAlchemy for database integration, Flask-RESTful for building RESTful APIs, Flask-WTF for form handling, and Flask-Login for user authentication.

Django:

Django's ecosystem is highly mature and extensive, with a vast array of reusable components, packages, and plugins available. The Django Packages website lists thousands of third-party packages categorized by functionality, including authentication, content management, e-commerce, and more. Some popular Django packages include Django REST Framework for building APIs, Django CMS for content management, and Django-allauth for authentication and social login integration.

Community Support:

Flask:

The Flask community is active and supportive, with a large number of developers contributing to the framework's development and maintenance. Flask has a dedicated website (https://flask.palletsprojects.com/) with comprehensive documentation, tutorials, and community forums where developers can seek help and share their knowledge.

Django:

Django boasts a thriving community with a wealth of resources and support available to developers. The official Django website (https://www.djangoproject.com/) provides extensive documentation, tutorials, and a community forum where developers can ask questions, share their experiences, and collaborate on projects. Additionally, DjangoCon, the annual conference for Django developers, brings together enthusiasts from around the world to learn, network, and contribute to the framework's growth.

Conclusion:

Flask and Django are both powerful web frameworks with unique features, ecosystems, and levels of community support. Flask's minimalist design and flexibility make it ideal for small to medium-sized projects or projects that require a high degree of customization. On the other hand, Django's comprehensive set of built-in features and mature ecosystem make it well-suited for rapid development and large-scale applications. By understanding the features, ecosystem, and community support of Flask and Django, developers can make an informed decision and choose the framework that best fits their project requirements and development preferences.

[delphi-shield]

instant connection .ᐟ.ᐟ

di!leon x reader - long-distance relationship - part 1

next part

leon's a liar.

he doesn't mean to be. he tells you he works in security because it's easier than explaining the shitshow that is the DSO. you'll ghost him in a few messages anyway - and if you don't, he'll do the honors.

leon. 6'0''. works in security at no. undecided on kids. doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, long-term relationship, open to short. his first picture is of him throwing a peace sign to the camera, hair immaculate. (he'd had to crop out the hideous monster, a writhing mass of flesh and teeth, and now bullets. leon had realized very quickly that most of his selfies were ones he sent to hunnigan and ranged from drowned cat couture, 'forgot my umbrella today' to 'i'll help you train if you want to be a field agent, you're missing out', encouragement in the same frame as his latest monstrosity.)

the only thing completely true on his profile is his name and his status as a non-smoker and newly minted teetotaler. (according to his sobriety chip, he hasn't touched a drink in eight months. he keeps it in the same pocket he used to stash his flask in.) he's probably six foot in his shoes, he figures. that's only a half lie. 'undecided' should be 'unlikely', but that hadn't been an option in the drop down menu. his therapist says he needs to keep himself open to happiness, not to hold his dreams under water and drown them the moment he dares to have hope. it sounds kind of like bullshit, but undecided is the closest he's letting himself get to optimism for the time being. it's the same deal with long-term, open to short - blind optimism undercut by what he knows life has in store for him.

companionship isn't in the cards for him, not in any meaningful way, and that's fine. you get used to it after a while. it dulls out, gets hazy, only really creeps in on lazy weekends when he leaves the window cracked, swept in on sweet-smelling spring breezes.

it's one of those days when he opens his dating app to review his scant few likes. he clears the cobwebs from his profile only often enough to keep it active (there's that hope again). activity was few and far between, usually saved up to have claire or hunnigan go through his options and point out red flags that he would gladly sail right past - but that day, a cavern had opened in his chest. he only knew how to fill it with validation.

you were half-way across the goddamn country. you'd probably liked him weeks ago when you were passing through. seemed like a safe enough bet. more than likely, you'd never respond. even if you did, this would never work out. the distance was crazy.

so of course he messages you.

all right, what's wrong with you?

kind of a weird thing to say to a stranger, but you take it in stride and turn the question back on him when you respond an hour and a half later, the notification so surprising to him that he has to reel back through your profile to see what he's actually dealing with.

the distance makes it safe. there's a buffer between you. unspoken, mutual understanding that this is impractical and a waste of time.

the messages get more frequent. the stilted conversation melted to daily updates, and he'd exchanged phone numbers with you out of convenience. the app was a pain in the ass. he didn't want to get guff for being on a dating app during work hours, but texts were easily hand-waved. daily pictures escalated to weekly calls, which mutated into scheduled movie nights. there were a host of classics he needed to show you. his contribution to society was making one more person culturally conscious of leon s. kennedy's greatest hits.

leon remembers exactly where he was when you'd sleepily confessed that you weren't talking to anyone else. posted up in a hotel in belgium, getting ready for his operation. it was the middle of the night for you. the day loomed ahead of him, loaded with hostility and viscera. you were half asleep. he could have told you anything and you would have hummed and forgot it, nestled into your pillow. he tells you the truth instead, that he'd deleted the app you'd met on, that you're the only one he's talking to as well. it's the closest to commitment he can do and you take that promise to your dreams.

since then, he warns you when he'll be away for a 'business conference', unlikely to respond.

(conference sucked, he messages you from his hospital bed. he's fresh off assignment chest wrapped tight in bandages. he'll be out in a few hours. nothing serious. part of him aches to reassure you about something you didn't even know you had to worry about. execs tried to eat me alive out there.)

leon realizes he's fucked when he pays more attention to you, pinned to the top right corner of his laptop, than the cheesy horror-comedy you'd picked out for movie night. one hand itches for the bottle and the other itches for you, imagining what it would feel like with your weight dipping the mattress next to him, how his hand might fit against the arc of your hip - the movie on the big screen, not his laptop, still ignored in favor of watching you.

"are you even paying attention?" your voice crackles over the speaker, competing with the honking of a clown nose. he's lost the plot of the movie, doesn't quite understand where all the clowns came from (outer space, he thinks, but that would be ridiculous). he's too busy replaying your voice in his head, imagining it slower, sleepier, pressed into his shoulder.

"yeah, of course."

"uh-huh," you hum doubtfully.

you encourage him to pay attention to the next scene, pointing as if that will do anything when there's so many miles between you. something about the practical effects. he tries, honest to god, but his eyes keep drifting up to you.

he's not a monster. he waits til the movie is over to spring his stupid idea on you. leon respects the sanctity of film, the intimacy of showing your favorites with another person and the anxious hope that they'll understand the piece of you you're trying to share with them.

but he can't get the idea out of his head, and he'll make it up to you with a thorough analysis of the movie next time you have a movie date because if he doesn't say this now he's going to pussy out.

"listen, i was thinking," he ruminates, taking his time to chew his words. plenty of time to back out. leon's grown good at identifying what sort of anxiety is brewing in his gut - perks of the job - and he knows he'll kick himself if he back out now.

"that's rare."

"hilarious. i'm serious, i've been thinking. i've got some time off built up. if i don't use it by the end of the year, they don't pay it out. company's a bunch of cheap asses."

he's talking in circles and you've already reached the ending. he leans a little closer to the screen, hopes the look in your eye is glee and not fear.

"so..." leon trails off. plenty of room to back out. if you don't grasp this he'll just ask for travel tips and lick his wounds somewhere warm and tropical.

but you don't offer that. you sit up a little straighter. he swears that's a smile that you're fighting to keep down. "so...how soon are you thinking?"

casual. nice.

"as soon as possible." less casual. shit. "i was thinking a week. is that--?"

"that's great. can you let me know the dates?"

"yeah. yeah, of course."

this is going too well. too smoothly.

leon takes a breath, combs his fingers through his hair.

"we are talking about me coming to visit, right?"

you laugh at him. he's never been so happy to be laughed at.

"yeah, leon. you're coming to visit."

"just making sure."

it's impractical. it's unlikely. his therapist is going to have a field day next session. he still hasn't figured out what to do when you find out that 'security' had been a very misleading description of his work, or when you figure out that he's only 5'10'' on a good day. none of it is fair to you, he realizes, but booking his flight is his first step in trying to do right by you.

"i'll pick you up from the airport," you insist.

"i want a sign with my name on it."

"i'll put 'kennedy' on it and wear a suit and sunglasses so people think you're a big deal."

"i kind of am a big deal."

you roll your eyes. "oh, my mistake."

if only you knew that was the truth.

dividers from @/adornedwithlight

[lilyprettyremy]

Mastering the It Girl Life on Campus/ at school : Confidence, Class, and Style

On-Campus Essentials: Sophisticated and Ready to Conquer

Structured mini tote – Think sleek and polished. Choose something that says "I'm on my game" while fitting your essentials: a slim laptop, your chic planner, and a pair of sunnies.

Signature scent – A travel-sized luxury perfume, like Byredo or Le Labo. It leaves a lasting impression without overpowering.

Hydro flask in a neutral tone – Hydration, but make it aesthetic. Bonus points if it matches your outfit.

Protein bar or matcha to-go – Snacks are essential, but we’re keeping it elevated. Opt for a protein bar with clean ingredients or a homemade matcha latte in a reusable tumbler.

AirPods Max or sleek earbuds – Perfect for tuning out the noise between classes with a curated podcast or chill playlist, keeping your energy cool and collected.

In Class: Own the Room with Confidence and Intelligence

Effortless note-taking setup – Digital is where it’s at. Use a tablet with a stylus for sleek, organized notes that sync across all your devices. Bonus: it looks high-tech and minimalistic.

Command attention – Sit where you can engage, but it’s not about the front row anymore—it’s about being present and prepared. Contribute thoughtfully when needed, and stay poised.

All-in-one app for organization – Ditch the old-school planner. Use an app like Notion or Google Calendar to sync your schedule, assignments, and deadlines. Effortlessly keep everything streamlined and on point.

Refined confidence – Instead of always speaking up, choose your moments wisely. Command attention through well-thought-out points that showcase your intellect, not just participation.

Breaks Between Classes: Elevate Your Downtime

Mini face mist – A refreshing face mist with a subtle scent keeps your skin hydrated and glowing, giving you a post-class refresh. Think Tatcha or a rose water mist.

Quick mirror check – Always have a compact mirror to do a quick hair and lip check. It's about looking polished and put together without effort.

Reset with movement – Walk around campus to stay energized, but with intention. Pop in your favorite playlist, take in the surroundings, and use this time to clear your mind before the next task.

Digital declutter – Use breaks to clear out any unnecessary tabs, update your notes, or respond to quick emails. Keeping your digital life tidy is the new version of looking organized.

[walmartnoodle]

He keeps getting into these situations

[ID: Grayscale Magnus Protocol comics. Sam smiles and says, "Hey man, how's the app--" He's loudly cut off by Colin scowling and shouting "Fuck you!" while he pours the contents of a flask into his mug. Then Alice glares at him and says, "You need to stop talking about the Magnus Institute, boy" as a surprised Sam whispers "What."

Last, Gwen walks into the room and angrily says, "Stop talking shit about me." Alice, still glaring at Sam, says "Fuck you," and Sam looks piteous as he sits at his desk and goes, "... What." End ID] (description by @princess-of-purple-prose)

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱? ⦒ ✶.*

pairing(s): ethan winters x afab gn reader synopsis: ethan can't sleep again. as his doting partner, you reach under the sheets, giving him temporary solace to his nightmares at the village. content: smut 18+ only mdni, soft dom ethan, hand & finger kink, sensual, oral (m! receiving), deepthroat, finger fucking, body worship, pet names, hurt/comfort, events in re8, mentions of trauma, nightmares, scars, stitches & prosthetics. a/n 2: please check out my friend @emilzke's ethan winters x reader work called 'rebuilding' which i absolutely love (she got shadowba-nned so give her some love thanks!) a/n: belated birthday gift to @obsolescent, one of my favourite people on this app! sorry this took so long! ! even if its not your bday anymore, hope you still had a good night lovely! enjoy! also inspired by this art of ethan. « 2.2 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

It all started from a little small talk, quiet reassurances of ‘how was your day’ shared intimately under the privacy of the moonlight and each other’s eyes until both of you drift into slumber. The bed, in which you rest together when night falls. Two bedside tables, lived in, and for a moment, a sense of normality has returned.

Ethan was restless in his sleep—a side effect from full-day’s work of software debugs and upgrades that he maintains on the daily. Or perhaps, something more. Something that happened in the village that he spends every minute trying to forget. And despite the passing of seasons, the memory lingers like persistent heat.

His hand fidgets under the covers, shifting fingers up and down in desperation to find yours, as if you might disappear, kidnapped by the shadows of his nightmares and he’s back there again, finding missing flasks, patching you together piece by piece like a detached puzzle. But what he’s actually looking for are parts of himself, that seem to still sit underneath the crumble and debris of the buried village.

“R-Ro…” Ethan’s voice hitches out—frantic, weak.

Through muffled strings of your sleepy breath, you rummage under the sheets to find his hand.

“My dear… It’s me. I’m here.” You turn around to lean into the column between his neck and shoulders, made perfect for you. The moment your hands meet, Ethan clasps them tightly, before relieving, loosening in your reassurance. “You’re okay now. Rose is okay.”

Ethan’s eyes open lightly and just like you promised, Rose is in the cot by your side, gentle baby's breath floating through the air. He brings you closer to his chest, just to nestle into your warmth as he peppers kisses on the crown of your head.

“Did you sleep?” You coo, hands running up his naked torso just to feel them against you.

“A little. I’ll go back to sleep soon. Just need a second.” His chest heaves in front of you, and from what you know about Ethan, his quickened heartbeat will only take a while for him to calm down.

You look up to see him, and find that his eyes are wide awake, simply staring at the ceiling, as if counting sheep to hypnotise him back to sleep. Through lidded eyes, Ethan sees you; and smiles at how you look. His hands move unthinkingly, bringing them to your face before he even realises he’s caressing it, sending a gentle shiver of warmth through your spine.

“Ah.” Ethan puts his hand in the air to stop him, chuckling bashfully. “Sorry for keeping you up. Get some sleep. You have work tomorrow.”

“I’m awake now.” You grumble, catching his hand in the air back to your face, like a toy stolen from a child. You press his hand on your cheek, keeping him there, which Ethan has no problems with.

His hands are different now, you thought as you run your fingers down his hand, feeling every stitch, bump, and rough texture that ran along the back of his palms before hitting you with the cold knuckle of his metal prosthetic fingers along where his ring and pinky finger should have been.

What used to be the compliment getter for Ethan, through the bruise and burns had lost its natural shine, not even his superhuman healing speed is immune to the scars. But to you, the rugginess simply enhances his beauty. Stitches tracing like a map to a treasure, red patches of scar like cherry kisses gracing along the soft plush of his palms. You love it all.

Those are proof of Ethan's survival—That was all you wanted. To hear and feel his presence in the mundane. Side by side with the man you love. But to him, he lost something that day. A part of his soul ripped apart, still underneath the crumble and debris of that buried village.

“Do you need help sleeping?” Your half-lidded eyes can’t obscure your devilish glint in your eyes, hand rustling underneath the sheet, obscure him from the view of what you’re about to do to him. His eyes meet yours, staring right back in disbelief, but simultaneously unable to resist what you have to offer for him in this quiet night.

“Now?” He seems to be genuinely considering the idea. “What if Rose wakes up?”

“She won't if you keep quiet.” You bring his hand to your lips to pepper kisses on his hands, slowing as you’re licking the length of each finger. The pain goes away, replaced by lust, but only ever so slightly.

“Can you do that for me?” You pause, waiting for his answer, and he nods surely. “Good boy.”

Wasting no time to help to get comfortable, you dive your head under the covers just to resurface as a lump under the sheet. Ethan clears his throat in anticipation as you tuck your fingers into boxers, removing just enough for his cock to spring up and meet you in the face.

You run your tongue at the tip of his crest, swirling in small circles to tease his precum out of him, in which he squirms, pushing in his legs slightly before relaxing. It was difficult to see where you are in the darkness of the sheets, but you make do, finding where his crest meets his shaft and following it down the rest of his dick to find the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

When his cock is wet enough to your liking, you meet his tip with the soft seam of your lips, taking his length inch and inch at a time as you tongue around his hardening cock. A low grunt escapes his lips, and you can hear his thoughts fading him as you play with him some more.

He places his hand on your head, blood surging down his body, not quite wanting to hurt you, or accidentally snag on your hair to make it painful.

That’s who your husband is, even when he’s enjoying, he would never want to hurt you. Or at least tries not to.

“O-Oh... m’ god, so fuckin’ goo- Nnh.” That is your cue to move in deeper, hopefully to catch him between words and leave him hitching his breath as you finish him under your nose. Your tongue clashes against his dick that only fills your mouth, eventually leaving no room for your tongue to explore him. The bobs of your head become more messy and difficult, and his whimpers only make you even more excited.

“L-Let m’ see you, babe.” Ethan stifles the words out, lifting the covers up, and you’re embraced by the light of the bedside lamp. A glimpse of Ethan’s silhouette and his round beady eyes staring right into your position that exposes you and the hunger you have for him.

With you now able to see, you catch how his eyes snap shut, brows twist in, feeling every single pulse climbing through his body. His hand that rests on your head grows tighter, one that is neither rough or gentle, just a reassurance and consolance of what you are going through. You feel yourself pooling from how lewd it all sounds.

“Fuck, how did I get married to someone like you?” Ethan whines, bumping his head into the headboard behind with a light thump, but he doesn’t care. You are right in front of him, and he’s taking in the sight of you in with every glimpse of attention he can offer.

The tip of the dick is at the back of your throat. Only now you feel the gag reflex—but you shut your eyes tightly, holding in a little longer until the feeling surely goes away. This is when you feel his hips jerk up against you, thighs widening to welcome you as he whimpers bitten pieces of your name until his spine shakes from the fervour of affection you have been pouring into him.

“G-Get off… I’m fuckin’ gon-gonna…” Ethan’s raspy groan erupts through the room, melodious to you, as his hand struggles to push you off, made weak for any movement from how your skilled lips have treated him.

Ethan falls back to the sheets, with one final grunt, unloads himself directly onto your tongue. And you accept, letting your sore jawline hang wide to receive the fruits of your labour. His hand untenses from your head, abandon to the side of him in order to recollect his thoughts.

You reach over the bedside table to retrieve the tissue box in order to spit out his cum for disposal. You roll back to your side of the bed, checking at Rose's slumber, and when you did you bring the sheets upwards, preparing for your sleep.

“Good night, Ethan.” Are your final words creeping a yawn before turning the lamp off.

Ethan pauses to catch his breath for a moment, then wraps his hands around you, coaxing warm kisses into your neck: “How’d you expect I sleep without tasting you first?”

“I’m on morning shift tomorrow. Need my eight hours.”

“You sure?” There it was. That sweet voice lined with a hint of mischievous tone. The one you can’t resist.

“I’m very sure.” You don’t hesitate, because you know it will give yourself an opening.

He runs his hand up your belly, slightly exposed from your lifted shirt, pressing strokes that almost feels like a massage. Ethan seems to know where to touch you every time to untense you. “By the time I’m done, you’ll sleep like a baby.”

You can be convinced. You can be convinced very much. Especially with how he reaches down to tease you, and knows how your body betrays mind, with how you have wet a patch in your underwear.

“Not very honest, aren’t you?” Ethan lets out an amused grin, as if returning the favour of what you’ve done to him at his barely awake state. “You’ll still get your eight hours. I’ll make you come in five minutes. Guarantee it.”

You roll your eyes and wave at him to go ahead, but secretly, your clit is pulsing at his forwardness, increasingly eager to let him please you. In which Ethan helps himself, running a teasing finger up the length of your cunt just to stop at your clit, swirling lazy circles which only earn a groan from you that Ethan has been desperate to hear all night.

“Etha-an… Hnng… B-Babe…” The feeling run into your veins, growing in need, knotting itself low in your stomach. He delivers as he promises with only his nimble fingers, through slick and slurp, explores the depths of you, finding the spot you desire with skilful ease. You let out a soft moan, closing your eyes to feel him filling you with his fingers alone, and encourages him to continue.

He spreads you, adding his second finger now, the cold metal of his ring finger, lacing them on the length of your cunt with practiced ease. The contrast between cold and warm only excites you more. Ethan dotes on your sweet voice, slipping the two curled fingers in and out through a perfect angle that pushes a muffled groan between clenched teeth.

“God, baby.” He takes that as a sign to continue faster and harder, jamming his fingers until the sound of your slick permeates the air, every muscle clenching at him. “You like it when my finger fucks you, huh?”

You let the sensation continue, allow yourself to completely give away control to the man you love. Let him take care of you, like you always do to him. Ethan is merely returning the favour. A slight pain enters through his sensitive finger that still aches from a past wound, in which he winces, and you catch on almost immediately.

“Y-Your hand…”

“Shh… Just be quiet and feel good.” He smiles, not intending to stop anytime soon. Ethan quickens his pace, before you start squeezing into his fingers, demanding urgency, speed through how your thighs close in, as if that would allow more friction on your naked skin.

You open your eyes now, and all you see is sincerity in his eyes, fixed upon you this whole time to make sure you are indeed enjoying what he’s doing to you. And somehow, that is the one action that tips you over the edge, rippling high moans through the back of your throat as you chase your own high directly between his fingers.

“Wow.” Ethan whistles, a bemused grin hanging by his lips as he feels your juices release, spilling on his fingers. “You came so much.”

Ethan brings his fingers up his lips, admiring his handiwork, dripped in your sweet juices, before putting them into his mouth. He runs his tongue around the sides of his slender fingers, savouring every part of his reward.

“Heh. Told you I just need five minutes.”

“That was ten minutes, Mr. Winters.”

“Maybe I can beat my record?” Ethan winks, quite terribly, frankly, and despite how his silly charms would normally convince you, this time, you are functioning with five hours of sleep.

“Don’t even try, Ethan.” He shrugs, slightly defeated, as he joins you into the cosy embrace of your shared bed.

...

“In the morning?”

“Are you serious right now, Ethan?”

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. —yours truly, rose. god i'm so feral for him, every night i'm plagued by the thoughts of ethan cradling me to sleep and whispering into my ear (yes this is a marriage proposal). tags: @valsthea @httpsuguru @emilzke @daydreamrot @navstuffs @j3llyd0nut @ovaryacted @obsolescent © roseglazedlens — please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

[problematicsashawaybright]

Hey so if the trio were born in 2006 and s1 happens in 2019, that means the trio were 13 in middle school in 2019. Which means there's a very real possibility that Sasha wears her huge scrunchie and jean jacket in a 2019 VSCO girl way. Sasha has a hydro flask. Sasha knows who Emma Chamberlain is. Sasha is getting into this brand new musical.ly like app called tiktok. Sasha has avocado themed accessories. Sasha hears old town road on the radio all the time. I hoped this ruined your day like it ruined mine

[felassan]

"Journal #3 Dragon Age: The Veilguard is coming October 31 Pre-orders Open Now Hello everyone, We’re excited to finally share the release date for Dragon Age: The Veilguard, which is officially October 31, 2024 worldwide! Please note, this is a simultaneous release; we will announce exact timing at a later date. We want to extend a huge shout out to the Dragon Age community for your patience and enthusiasm; we can't wait for you to jump into the role of Rook and embark on your journey to save Thedas. We know the wait has been long, but the wait will be worth it. In the meantime, we want to give you a hint at what's in store for you in Dragon Age: The Veilguard. You're leading a desperate fight for the future of Thedas with your companions, the stakes are higher than ever. So grab a seat and click on the thumbnail below to watch this brand new trailer (includes some small story spoilers). “As someone who’s been working on Dragon Age for over 15 years, I know just how much our community has been looking forward to this day, and I’m equally excited to share and celebrate that the game will officially launch on October 31,” said John Epler, Creative Director of Dragon Age: The Veilguard. “We wanted to give you the choice to really express yourself, and do that in a world full of adventure and danger. So whether you’re a Warrior, Rogue or a Mage, we can’t wait for you to gear up, gather your party, and set out for another thrilling adventure through Thedas this Halloween.” As a character-driven RPG, Dragon Age: The Veilguard offers you a crafted experience woven from the threads of rich storytelling and fantasy worldbuilding the franchise is known for. In this bold, heroic adventure, you will experience expansive and dynamic stories that navigate love, loss, and complex choices that affect relationships and the fate of each member of the Veilguard. In true Dragon Age fashion, these bonds of fellowship are the foundation upon which Rook’s journey is built, and it will be up to you to determine how their personal story unfolds. Pre-Orders Now Open Fans who pre-order* the Standard Edition of Dragon Age: The Veilguard for $69.99 USD‡ on PlayStation 5 and Xbox Series X|S, or $59.99 USD‡ on PC via Steam, EA App and Epic Games Store will receive cosmetic Blood Dragon Armor sets for Warrior, Mage and Rogue classes. EA Play Pro† members on the EA App will enjoy unlimited access to the EA Play Pro Edition* starting October 31st. Check out the full breakdown of the different editions we have available here: Digital Editions"

"- Standard Edition  - Dragon Age: The Veilguard - PC: $59.99‡| Console: $69.99 USD‡"

"- Deluxe Edition - Dragon Age: The Veilguard - 3 Rook armor sets (cosmetic only) - 6 Rook weapons (cosmetic only) - 7 Companion armor sets (cosmetic only) - 7 Companion weapons (cosmetic only) - PC: $79.99 USD‡ | Console: $89.99 USD‡"

"- Pre-Order Bonus* - All Pre-Orders (Standard & Deluxe) will receive: - Blood Dragon Armor Set (Warrior, Mage, Rogue - cosmetic only)"

- “Rook’s Coffer” Edition (Does NOT include Game) - Lyrium Dagger - Thedas Map with Quiver Tube - Rook’s Deck - Potion Flask - Enchanted Die - $150 USD‡"

"- Vyrantium Pack by Scanavo (Does NOT include Game) - Exclusive SteelBook® Case (No Game) - ICONART™ Metal Print and magnet wall mount - Notebook - Collector’s rigid Outerbox Check in with your local retailer to find out about the availability of this edition in your region"

"The Art of Dragon Age: The Veilguard by Dark Horse (Does NOT include Game, Deluxe Edition shown above)  - Standard Edition - 256-page art book providing a behind-the-scenes look at Dragon Age: The Veilguard - $49.99 USD‡ - Deluxe Edition - Includes extra prints - Includes exclusive slipcase - Alternate cover - $99.99 USD‡ - BioWare Gear Edition - Only available while supplies last, sold exclusively on the BioWare Gear website - Includes an exclusive print - BioWare Gear Edition alternate cover - $55.00 USD‡ What’s Coming?"

"ICYMI, we released our August Roadmap this week! Next week, we’ll have a dive into our game’s combat and more information on our PC Specs. There’s a lot more to come in September and October, too; so keep your eyes peeled on our socials.  We're beyond excited to be on this adventure with you, and we can't wait for you to get your hands on the game. Chat soon. - The Dragon Age Community Team *Conditions & restrictions apply. See https://www.ea.com/games/dragon-age/dragon-age-the-veilguard/disclaimers for details. ‡Offers may vary or change. see retailer site for details. †Conditions, limitations and exclusions apply. See EA Play Terms for details."

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[archivallyminded]

Modern Day Easy Company Headcanons

🍳 Winters

Literally cannot understand influencers. “You mean people get paid to talk into a phone?”

Writes down To Do Lists on paper. In cursive. You try to introduce him to the "Notes" app. He acknowledges it approvingly, then proceeds to never use it.

Accidentally becomes a motivational speaker on TikTok after someone posts a video of him saying, “Discipline is kindness.”

Has zero social media presence, which makes him even more mysterious to the social media crowd. Some crazed fans try to hunt him down in Pennsylvania. Finds him on his porch with a reserved face but massive side eye. Tries to use Google Maps once, but keeps saying “I already know where I’m going,” and gets lost twice. Eventually learns everything there is to know about it and becomes a Google Maps expert.

Secretly loves noise-cancelling headphones. No one talking. Peace. Heaven.

🥃 Nixon

Thinks the apocalypse has already happened when he sees a Travis Scott meal at McDonald's.

Lives on craft whiskey and kombucha now. Calls it “balanced living.”

Runs a podcast called “Drunk History, but I Was Actually There.”

Has an on-again, off-again relationship with social media. His Twitter is pure chaos. Has three dating apps. Ghosts women on all of them after flirting hard for three days straight.

Went on a gay dating app once "out of curiosity."

Buys a Keurig, breaks it in three days, goes back to boiling water like it’s 1943.

Calls coffee pods "a scam;" Luz notes this is only because he doesn't know how to use them.

😐 Speirs

The gym bros worship him. Accidentally becomes a viral fitness personality with the tagline: “Train like you’re at war.”

Hates all his "fans" with a passion. Calls them all "neckbeards" unironically.

Refuses to talk to Siri or Alexa. “I don’t take orders from machines.”

Got banned from Twitter for tweeting “I’ve killed before and I’ll kill again”

Shows zero emotion when playing Call of Duty. Gets a perfect K/D every time.

Also hates the twelve year old kids who call him a "legend" for it.

Is the only one who instinctively knows how to work a VPN. No one questions it.

📸 Luz

Thriving on TikTok. He’s got 2 million followers and a chaotic following called “#EasyBabies.”

Invents “WWII drip” fashion: Gets sponsored by thrift stores and a vintage boot company. Almost gets cancelled for it.

Hosts “Reacting to the 21st Century” YouTube series.

Cries watching "Up."

Once livestreamed a fight between Speirs and a Roomba. It ended in tragedy (For the Roomba).

Has absolutely used a ring light and done at least three trending TikTok dances.

Also got travel to festivals reimbursed as a "VIL"- Very Important Luz.

📚 Lipton

Mom friend.

Has a bullet journal.

Makes everyone breakfast.

Tells them to hydrate.

Still takes Buzzfeed quizzes like it's 2016.

Volunteers at an animal shelter and cries when puppies lick his face.

Gently bullies Winters into eating chia seeds for heart health.

Has a very calming ASMR YouTube channel about emotional regulation. No one knows it's him.

🎧 Malarkey

Obsessed with Spotify. Makes Themed Playlists for Every Emotion™.

Hates Apple Music. Do not ask him why.

Loves ChatGPT.

Has 40 selfies with dogs on his phone. Zero shame.

Constantly tries to get Winters to wear something other than brown. “Live a little, sir.”

Nearly got in a fistfight with a child who said “History is boring" ("YEAH-WELL. YOU'RE BORING, KID.").

🧨 Toye & Guarnere

Together 90% of the time.

The other 10% is Toye breaking something and Guarnere screaming about it.

LOATHES current politics. Both of them.

Have a joint TikTok account called “@TwoLimbsShort”. All jokes are slightly inappropriate but wildly beloved.

Guarnere got a prosthetic leg with a flask built into it. “For emergencies.”

Toye secretly goes to hot yoga. He's only able to do half the poses, but secretly just likes the workout and people leaving him alone, as well as the dimming of the lights and laying on his mat at the end of the class.

Both were banned from Costco for “using mobility scooters as combat vehicles.” Guarnere attempts to sue them for discrimination while Toye desperately tries to get him to "Let it go."

🧁 Perconte

Becomes a skincare and beauty influencer overnight.

Owns a satin pillowcase. Preaches about it.

Lowkey the most tech-savvy after Speirs. Has a Discord server. No one knows what it’s for. He shoots them a look and tells them not to ask.

Reviews modern MREs like Gordon Ramsay. “This tastes like surrender.”

Works part-time at Lush even though he doesn't have to. Smells incredible at all times and uses their tooth-whitening mints that were discontinued in 2011. Don't ask him how he got them.

🗡️ Joe Liebgott

Runs on caffeine, rage, and seething empathy he pretends doesn’t exist.

Says he doesn’t care about anything but is feral about human rights on Twitter.

Absolutely attends human rights marches and anyone who claims he's "too woke" he just looks at them and deadpans, "Because I care about the human race?"

Works as a barber or tattoo artist.

Lowkey has the best fashion. It’s “accidental hot guy in a band” energy. Wears black and silver rings like armor.

Has a switchblade in his glove compartment and a soft spot for stray cats. Secretly halfway to being a crazy cat lady despite living in a small yet cozy apartment.

Constantly says, “I’m not a romantic,” while doing something romantic.

Refuses to switch over to non-dairy alternatives until he's diagnosed with IBS and realizes why he's so thin. Becomes a convert and low key cries because he can actually keep his acid reflux in check.

🕯️ Doc Roe

Mysterious forest boyfriend energy.

Listens to too much Paris Paloma and Hozier, to the point where even if you like them you beg him to please play something a little bit more upbeat.

Has an Android and refuses to explain why.

You turn around and he’s suddenly in the kitchen making you tea and reading Wuthering Heights.

Doesn’t own social media, but somehow knows everything because everyone confides in him.

Plant Daddy.

Lived in Bali for a term in school and refuses to shut up about it.

Cooks when you’re stressed. Sits beside you without speaking until you say what’s wrong.

Unfortunately never throws out a pair of Birkenstocks; even the ones he's had for 10 plus years.

Only wears earth tones. Smells like cedarwood and unspoken trauma.

Teaches French in the French Immersion program near you, but only teaches questionably grammatically correct Cajun French, leading to gentle prodding by the Principal for him to "continue to follow the syllabus."

Nods, but continues to speak Cajun French because it's "more real."

🥺 Babe Heffron

Refuses to use voice-to-text because “I don’t want Siri hearin’ my business.”

Has a sticker-covered phone case you bought him. It says “Property of Babe's Babe.” Beat up a guy who made fun of him for it.

Is also concerned about targeted ads.

Absolutely has recreated the run up the "Rocky steps" in downtown Philly.

Obsessed with emoji reactions. Replies “🥺” to literally everything you send.

Walks you to the door every single time. Every single time.

Thinks your Spotify Wrapped is a window into your soul. Cries a little.

Will always offer you the last bite, even if it physically pains him.

[journalsfromjupiter]

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟥: 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾𝗌

Synopsis: Dead van. Five friends. A haunted hill that’s way more trouble than it’s worth. When the engine dies, the real nightmare begins—and the only way out is forward, into the unknown.

[First Gen Black Dragons x Implied!Fem Reader x Scooby-Doo AU]

Part 1. | Part 2.

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The inside of the mansion…was weirdly empty.

No furniture. No dust-covered portraits or creaky old chairs. Just walls. Endless walls, stretching down a narrow corridor like the house had been hollowed out.

Everyone stood frozen near the doorway, dripping and shivering slightly, gear in hand.

Wakasa had slung a coil of rope over one shoulder like he was ready to rappel down the chimney. He also had a flashlight tucked into his waistband, a crowbar in one hand, and a ghost-hunting app on his phone that he swore definitely worked.

Takeomi, naturally, had the most practical setup—salt packets, a pocket knife, a deck of paper talismans, and a hip flask full of “emergency water” (AKA whiskey).

Keizo carried a massive backpack full of everything but common sense: snacks, two walkie-talkies, a flare gun he definitely wasn’t licensed to carry, and an entire roll of duct tape “just in case.”

Shinichiro, however, stood at the front with his flashlight gripped in both hands like it was a sacred weapon. His eyes scanned the hallway, expression tense, protective.

“…Hello?” he called softly.

His voice echoed off the walls and bounced back at you like a whisper from a hundred ghosts.

“No way we came here for nothing—” Wakasa began, but you quickly raised a hand and shushed him.

“Wait.”

Your eyes narrowed as you stepped forward, boots crunching lightly on the dusty floor. The flashlight beam swayed as you moved to the far wall, eyes narrowing. Something wasn’t right.

The walls weren’t just old—they were carved.

Delicate, labyrinthine patterns curled along the surface like vines made of shadow. Swirling lines, geometric etchings, and faintly glowing sigils moved in and out of view like the house was breathing.

You reached out to touch one—then stopped.

“…This is a puzzle,” you murmured.

You stepped back, motioning behind you without looking. “Shin—your flashlight?”

Shinichiro was at your side in two seconds flat, practically tripping over Keizo to get to you. He handed the light over with both hands like he was offering a diamond ring.

You took it, flashing it across the wall.

Now illuminated, the carvings pulsed faintly in the beam of light. Some were symbols. Others were shapes—circles that fit into squares, patterns that seemed to shift when you tilted the flashlight.

“They’re responsive,” you said, eyes locked. “Not just decorative. It’s a locking mechanism.”

“Ooh,” Keizo said, leaning over your shoulder. “Like a hidden chamber?”

Wakasa perked up. “Treasure?”

Takeomi snorted. “Probably just a rat nest.”

“Help me trace these symbols,” you said, already pulling your notebook out. “There’s a pattern here. Symbols repeat—some glow. Some don’t. And look—” you aimed the light lower— “there are four circles missing.”

“Four…” Takeomi muttered. “Like a combination.”

The group fell into a focused hush as you all began scanning the wall, testing sections, carefully touching glowing sigils and avoiding anything too cursed-looking.

Piece by piece, you figured it out. The symbols matched zodiac signs and corresponding dates. A wheel of seasons. A puzzle of time.

“Got it,” you said finally. “We need to press the tiles in the order of the solstices. Winter, spring, summer, fall.”

Keizo raised his foot. “Like this?”

Click.

You heard it.

A tiny mechanical shift. A subtle hum beneath your feet.

You turned just in time to see Keizo blinking down at the panel he’d stepped on.

“…Uh,” he said.

And the floor gave out beneath you.

“WAIT—” Shinichiro shouted, lunging forward—

Too late.

The trapdoor dropped. The light disappeared. And you fell.

Straight down.

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“NOOOO—!” Shinichiro dropped to his knees like a soap opera widow.

Wakasa grabbed his collar. “Bro, calm down. She dropped like five feet.”

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” Takeomi asked, deadpan, as Shinichiro slammed both hands onto the trapdoor.

“WE HAVE TO FIND HER—WE HAVE TO GET HER OUT—” he yelled, already pawing at the floor like he could rip it open with raw emotion.

“She didn’t die, Romeo,” Wakasa said.

Takeomi looked unimpressed. “Shin, you’re acting like you’re about to write her eulogy.”

“I just—!! I’m panicked, okay?!”

Everyone stared at him.

“You like her,” Keizo said, monotone.

“No, I don’t.”

“You screamed like someone stabbed you,” Takeomi said.

“I was being expressive!”

Wakasa exhaled smoke. “You wanna jump in there after her? Hold hands on the way down?”

Shinichiro said nothing, looking away with an aggressively casual shrug.

Keizo peered into the hole. “Reader? You okay down there?”

Your voice echoed faintly back up: “I landed on some bags. I’m fine.”

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You landed surprisingly softly. 

You rolled, coughed, sat up—and looked around.

Stone. A dark chamber. Strange, glowing markings on the walls. The air smelled like earth and old secrets.

And somewhere in the distance—you could hear music. It was like….a lullaby?

Well, that and Shinichiro’s hollering. 

You stood up slowly, brushing dust from your sleeves.

“Reader? You okay down there?” You heard Keizo faintly call from above.

You cupped your hands around your mouth and called back up, “I landed on some bags. I’m fine.”

There was a long pause.

“Like garbage bags or body bags?” Wakasa shouted.

You frowned, gently poking one of the bags beside you. Soft. Dusty. Burlap?

“…Burlap bags,” you called back. “Full of—I don’t know—beans?”

“Cool,” Keizo quipped helpfully. “Snack stash.”

You rolled your eyes and turned in a slow circle. The room you’d landed in was much larger than you thought. The ceiling was low, supported by thick wooden beams covered in… claw marks?

There were four doors spaced evenly along the stone walls. Each one was different.

The first was made of rusted iron bars, cold and wet to the touch.

The second looked like someone had boarded it shut from the inside.

The third was made of faded white wood, child-sized handprints smeared across it in faint ash.

And the last door? It was wide open. Pitch black inside. Something cold and whispering just beyond.

You pulled out your flashlight, only to find it flickering violently.

“Of course,” you muttered. “Classic horror-movie tech fail.”

Somewhere to your left, a small music box began playing.

Plink. Plink-plink. Plink-plink-plink.

A slow, twinkly lullaby. One of those old-fashioned kinds you’d hear in a haunted nursery right before something ghastly blinked open a pair of glowing eyes.

You took a step back. “Absolutely not.”

Behind you, something creaked. You turned—just as the sacks shifted.

Okay. Not what you needed.

You could hear the boys chattering up above. “Hey guys!” You called. “The sacks are moving! Can you hurry up and get down here-” 

WHUMP. 

Something landed in the pile beside you with a heavy, groaning thud. Dust flew. One of the burlap sacks exploded in a puff of mystery beans.

You blinked. “…What the hell—”

Shinichiro sat up in the rubble like a soggy action hero. His hair was crooked. His jacket was inside out. His flashlight was in his mouth.

He spat it out. “I panicked.”

You stared at him. “You jumped after me?”

He cleared his throat and tried very hard not to make eye contact. “Tactical descent.”

“Tactical—Shin, you literally swan-dived into a bag of legumes.”

“I knew they’d break my fall.”

“Did you?”

“…No.”

You sighed, helping him up with one hand as your other kept a death grip on your flickering flashlight. The lullaby was still playing. The sacks were still shifting. And the open door behind you? It was breathing.

He finally looked at you—really looked. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah. But we should move. This place feels like it’s watching.”

As if on cue, the music box wound down with a slow, final chime.

Plink.

Plink…

—click.

Behind you, the door slammed shut.

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