#Retro Spect

[endaplayz]

80s Heroes

Inspired by @t-videshow 's original picture, 80s ponies

Original date: 17/10/2022

[aceyanaheim]

My dad: idk why youre acting like you have nowhere to go if You lose your apartment

Also My dad: see this is why you couldnt live with me ( after i Say i'm going out on Saturday night)

[stonesense]

@ink-and-pixels well i think they were uncomfortable the whole time but running on andrastian guilt autopilot, and that discomfort kind of steadily increased until they were sitting in a chantry full of dwarves thanking them for spreading the chant of light and were like. Ah. but considering the epilogue slides with the riots and such they obviously don’t right now know the full extent of how bad they fucked up

tristan: so, in retrospect. that chantry in orzammar

alistair: yeah

tristan: not an ideal call

alistair: not our brightest moment i don’t think

[ol-jericho-styx]

Why was it weird?

it's weird in retro-spect i guess. cause i thought we were friends at that point and then he tried to kill Sir Marius so then we weren't. and then we made up and then he wanted me dead a little bit. and then he apologized for all that and now i kinda wanna kiss him.

things are weird

[gay-murder-owl]

I was horrified as my daughter said to me, "I see dead people"

In retro spect this was a very strange way to announce she started working at the morgue.

[tamaradoubraomonibeke]

RSA Presentation ( AO1, AO2, AO3, LO1, LO2, LO3)

Explanation

I was shocked by the feedback I received because I wasn’t confident in my idea (others have amazing product ideas and it feels like I’m taking the easy way out focusing on the social media route). That isn’t so.

I spoke to a fellow with Hidradenitis suppurativa (HS) and it totally changed my perspective on this project (I can’t in-hear his story).

After that, I knew no way in God’s name I could continue with the portrait route. Human beings have low retention span and don’t read as much e.g how many times have you read the long blurb on an Instagram post? You just look at the post, it’s caption, like or comment.

Also, this brief isn’t about displaying my talents, it’s about helping others. Social media is trending and it’s a good way to spread information and garner community.

Yet, there’s a lot of issues with social media. This is why I thought, I could change that narrative.

Some of the problems with social media

Enlightenment: Social media e.g Snapchat and Instagram sometimes offers support for superficial media, rather than enlightening people (You can get information from these platforms but need to seek it compared to Quora or reddit or even youtube). This means the topic of skin conditions are pushed back under a rug.

Representation and Community: I didn’t exactly explain it well but the algorithm is rigged. Using myself for instance, black girlis in the past got annoyed always having to type ‘black’ after a search on google or Pinterest. This is why Pinterest had a rebrand. It’s interesting how when I type braids, my mind goes to box braids, only to see French braids….. Okay, you may now assume, well I live in England and it’s mostly Caucasians. Well, as a foreigner, my search was still completely filled with Caucasian media in Nigeria. This is wrong. Even though I do explore other cultures (Spanish, Korean, Japanese,etc), from my location and most of my searches being about blackness, can’t google or even TikTok take the hint (Yes,I’m coming for TikTok too). TikTok’s algorithm is the worst because it appears to be inclusive when it’s the opposite. Back in 2021, black creators complained as they’d make a trend but on the top of the sound was Caucasian so there’s no credit given. Now, imagine the skin condition community in that retro-spect. They must do a lot of digging to find an answer to every symptom. This is because as a doctor once told Jackson Gillies about HS ‘the disease isn’t sexy enough’.

Community (again): Going back to my experience, this can be explained using, the teen girl experience (when she sees all these beautiful adults, she becomes insecure and wants to start changing her features to fit in). Another problem with social media is the individuals I see. They’ve asked for a birthday, so they certainly know my age range. I think there’s nothing wrong with admiring people older or younger than you but there’s a thin line. I just used the teenage girl experience but now, let’s talk about adults. When the algorithm doesn’t draw boundaries, this can breed predators. Yes, it’s disgusting, a crime, a choice but we need to realise when the algorithm is showing someone who’s clearly beyond their years a young audience…….. Yes, they could have pure intentions like parents BUT not all the time, that is worrying. In 2022, when TikTok faced allegations in US, it was alarming how most of the congress (old men) stated how they have little girls dancing on their ‘for you page’. TikTok users were appalled, because we all know the trend of dancing has slowly diminished. This begs the questions, why is their ‘for you page’ mostly filled with children because mine isn’t.

Human engagement: No more user engagement. There’s an obsession with getting humans to use social media. Thus, triggers like the vibrations, red circle notifications are installed in place to make people use the app. Suddenly, it’s no longer a tool but a religion.

Obsession with numerical data: Humans are obsessed with rewards such as likes and followings. This is why social media uses them. However, social media was supposed to be a tool, not a lifestyle. What’s scary is how they refuse to make changes to social media regardless of the impact. Instagram in 2019 announced it’s removing likes but never did. I believe it should have been implemented.

Solutions

These are all summarised in the presentation.

Feedback

Narrow down the target audience to a specific skin condition community.

Could also try the comic idea but the forum or anti-social media Dot called is the best. This depends on the route I want to go. I didn’t say anything truth be told but I’m leaning into the anti-social media. For the longest time, as a child, I was always inquisitive and wondered how to problem solve but I lost that zeal, focusing on only the aesthetics as my ideas never made it to the cut so I’m a lot more confident.

Research my target audience.

Re-brand likes instead of discarding it.

[vampirevatican]

"it's strange. something about this place is off, it doesn't feel real." - a guest

COME IN, COME IN. LOOK AROUND AND INDULGE IN VV'S DELUSIONTOBER. 🍷🍾

i'll be your host this fine eternal evening. all writings may wax poetic, stuffed with fluffy wholesome filler, angst that isn't seriously heavy, and very basic smut.

however, if this is not your taste you are welcome to request or leave the delusion by spinning slowly three times and whispering “there's no place like outside.”

with all of that said, if you wish to stay...

🍷🦇 DELULUTOBER '23 COMPLETE 🦇🍷

the menu...

Hobie & Zen

lineup...

1st week (Hobie)

His Song

Heart Don't Stand a Chance

2nd week (Zen)

She Wolf

rules...

the list and roster of men is subject to change or be added on. i do have a list of fandoms open to the public, so shoot your shot and request* away!!

the men on the list already have things planned for them, two of them already in drafts, however this does not mean you can't request* something else with them.

req rules (@ the bottom)*

final words...

all of this is very self-indulgent, i am my first target audience. if you don't like the fandom, don't read it. can't handle the heat? 🎤 'get out of the kitchen!!' that's right.

i do not expect to get everything out, and if i do then it's a miracle. im trying this out to get out of a writing funk and figured this'd be fun.

hope you enjoy!! (⁠🍷•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)*⁠.⁠✧

afterword...

in retro spect, im proud that i finished almost half of what was planned. even more proud to have written 2k words on a fic. i will come back to doing something like this but definitely not during october.

[yurissweettooth]

I would like to go back to the days of just liking characters who have done shitty thinhs without needing to justify why we like them.

No one don't needs to come out with a PowerPoint presentation with all the reasons it's actually okay for you to like them, how they've changed now, why their backstory justifies it, or all of the things they have done wrong with a list of reasons why you don't agree with what they did. You are already allowed to like them.

This has been prominent among villain likers (hi) since the beginning of time but this happens a lot with morally grey characters, reformed characters, etc.

Anyone who would take you in bad faith and make wild assumptions about your character just because you posted fanart of a villain or something is not someone you need to bend over backwards to please.

Also this rarely ever works anyone because some people just wanna take everyone in bad faith.

Of course I am one such people who often feels the need to do this often to justify posting fanart or fanfic. Need someone to come swat me with an electronic flyswatter every time I try do that

[kennysmoviepage]

Just a thought on cast away🤔

I’m saying if I were cast away, damn to me and why am I even attempting leaving an isolated island in which I have lived maybe not resort style but definitely livable situation?? If home and being home with family to leave then what did he miss?? Well that’s the biggest obvious and it was just probably having a regular conversation w someone ; anyone soo in the movie sorry for spoilers he is then….

Ony to be cast away again upon return and maybe he should of stayed on the island and he and Wilson could of just chilled together on an island all alone but his family and the hope kept him alive it was really a sad story to think about it in retro spect..

He went from being cast away to to being lost and then forgotten again,, that triple sucks.

[ipsens-castle]

Balthier recognizing and reciting I Want to Be Your Canary is a personal headcanon that has canon possibilities - not merely because the Mummers of Tantalus visit Archades, but because if Balthier did indeed time travel, then the tale of King Delita and his Queen Ovelia is a familar one. The public might never know the truth, but poetry doesn't lie

[thtupidity]

this post is not important at all and i just wanted to say ive discovered i like sketching in pink and also this is funny

(for those who cant read my writing)

[ Jake: is he yk... *

*a literal mirror*

*everyone in game*]

[emkaniff]

having severe anxiety and severe adhd is so funny like adljkfhaosi;dg YOU GOTTA CHOOSE 

[dykespike]

my birthday is in under three weeks and i still haven’t thought of a theme that can top the jfk assasination themed absolute rager me and my roommate threw last year

[spirkme915]

spirk fics i've read recently(ish) and loved

My Heart to Your Heart by greenforsnow @m-b-w - TOS - need a gentle fic? this is it. softness pervades every syllable of this fic!

Through the Wall by Sexy_Lil_Emo - AOS - a fic inspired by nsfw fanart. who needs plot with that?

Malfunction by Maeko - AOS - a nice, short nightcap when you need something sweet to read before bed

Impulse (or, Three Kisses) by decidedlynotheterosexual @decidedly-not-heterosexual - TOS - spock loses control but in the *sweetest* way and they talk about it like adults and this is just soothing and nice

The Proposal by TheKittyCorps @contrascene - AOS - spirk version of "the proposal." laugh out loud funny in parts (yes, hijinks included)

Heirs to the Glimmering World by gunstreet @gunstreet - SNW/TOS - sybok, michael, and sam conspire to get their brothers together!! siblings! tentative first meetings! sex!

De Profundis by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) - TOS - tmp-era spirk. spock knows he fucked up so he's gonna woo jim

The Kiss by awarrington - TOS - there are some super dated things in this fic (it was originally written in 1994) but this is one of the best i've read dealing with jim coming to terms with his bisexuality and attraction to spock. def don't read if you can't or don't want to take it in context of its time. if you can/have the emotional bandwidth to, then it's well worth it

On the Arrow by Fic_me_senseless - AOS - post-into darkness, heavy read, so much longing, and pain, and it makes you ache in the best way

i'm also in a "watch beyond on repeat phase" so here are my favorite post-beyond fics:

The Steadfastness of Stars by itsnatalie - AOS - this fic. THIS FIC. i was only going to read one paragraph, really. i skipped work, read the whole thing, and now this is in my top five spirk fics

in my life, i love you more by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) - AOS - idek how many times i've read this now. i watch beyond, i read this fic. if they never make a fourth movie, this will be my canon

And Then I Let It Go by kianspo - AOS - yorktown happens, spock goes missing, jim goes after him. this could so be canon too

on the complete opposite side of post-beyond angst is two (YES TWO, we are so blessed!) "spock makes jim coffee" fics that will both make you smile and feel warm all over:

Home in a Mug by Lizzy0305

certainty relief by itsamew @enterprise-me-capn

and (because i can never quite seem to keep these lists solely focused on spirk) one AOS mckirk fic:

retro/spect by slightlycrunchy @slightlycrunchy - best friends to lovers anyone? this is just so so so lovely!

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

eldritch horror anon here, it was the melting people and total detachment in retro spect I think that made me realize how terrifying it is. Along with general he seemed a bit more... Inhuman somehow in this chap not sure why it feels so much more pronounced.

Tho Cthulhu Renesmee doesn't help

Oh, that makes a lot more sense. You should know @therealvinelle vouched for your honor. I was simply of the mindset of "but that happened last chapter".

[alilamba]

wip...monday

Ugh, so, before this last week, I think I hadn't written anything in...three or four months. My state started opening up again, things were looking good, all I wanted was to be with my friends, outside with my kids, all day, every day, with all my free time. COVID numbers are on the rise nationally again though, so I find myself pulling back in, keeping my kids at home, and...back at my laptop, honestly.

It feels good to write again. Have a very rough first draft of something I've been working on for...years XD

“Are you sure you don’t want to see if I fit into your suitcase again?”

Veronica hates that she’s resorted to the most banal of bad jokes, but…this is apparently where they’re at. Taking a last minute stroll away from the hustle and bustly of the Kanes’ imminent migration from suburban villa to vacation villa, Duncan does the polite thing of not responding, his mouth tightening as he squeezes her clasped hand.

But she can’t seem to help herself.

“Duncan?” she adds.

He stops walking, which is something. Something more than he’s said for the last few hours, after they got up together, suffered through a cold, awkward breakfast while Duncan’s parents wandered in and out of their kitchen, seemingly always surprised to see Veronica still sitting at their kitchen counter nibbling toast with their son.

She and Duncan have known this day was coming for a while, okay? Veronica shouldn’t be feeling such a lump in her throat. She shouldn’t be working so hard to untangle a jumble of nerves sitting low in her gut.

It’s only six weeks. Maybe eight, if the weather is good and the Mannings can join them, but…

“Well?” she prompts, feeling truly pathetic.

Duncan turns to face her, takes her other hand in his own. Why doesn’t he look…okay, well, she doesn’t know how he looks. He looks as if there is something on his mind, like he’s working through a really difficult math problem, or something. But final exams were last week – he shouldn’t have – well – no – okay, Veronica is just trying so hard not to imagine the worst, she’s really grasping at whatever alternate reality is presenting itself. Maybe it really is math. Maybe he’s about to talk to her about math.

Veronica wets her lips. “Seriously, Duncan, I can get pretty sma—“

“I think we should break up.”

In retrospect (well, later in retrospect. Not now. Now she has no spect at all to retro) she will realize this is not at all a surprise. That a hundred clues presented themselves to her over the course of the last 48-odd hours, and that this is merely a culmination of all of those things.

Now, however, the ground does a really awful job of opening beneath her feet, and she gets the horrifying feeling of missing a stair.

“What?” she manages, and her voice is small and fragile.

Duncan is frowning, staring at something in the vicinity of her navel.

“I said, I think we should break up.”

It’s really no better to hear it a second time. She feels like she drops an extra six inches into the dirt.

“But – why?”

He squeezes her hands, and Veronica remembers to take a big, giant, shaky breath.

An awful, horrendous, horrifying thought occurs to her.

“Wait, is this about la—“

“It’s not about…” he cuts her off, and then glances at her quickly, “that.”

She exhales, feeling the belated sting of tears. Her skin is going hot and cold. Oh god. Oh god this is happening.

“Duncan I don’t understa—“

“It’s just,” he says, and he drops her hands to look away. “It’s just that I’m going to be gone all summer, Veronica, and, well, after that it’s senior year, and then college, and, well, honestly, I just think that it’s a lot to ask of us, okay? Just a lot to ask, when we’re about to go start our lives.”

“But, Duncan,” she hears herself say, and she already knows she will hate herself for this because it feels far too close to groveling, “Duncan, I can make the time, I can probably afford a fli—“

“Look, I’ve thought about it a lot,” he insists, turning back towards her. He’s a bit taller than her (fuck, everyone is), and he’s standing between her and the sun, and she has to squint to make out his features. “And – this is the right decision. I’m sure if you think about it, after I’m gone, you’ll realize the same.”

The burn of unshed tears is really pressing upon her now. Oh god – she’s pathetic, she thinks, except it’s with this panicky, oh my god, oh no, oh no, oh no mantra looping through her insides –

He takes her hands again, but Veronica barely feels his touch in her clammy hands, because she’s submitting all her energy to not losing it (don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry) in front of him.

“Seriously,” he says, and he leans forward, pressing cold, dry lips to her forehead. The tears she doesn’t want to cry spill over on one side, dripping down her cheek. “This is the right decision. Good bye, Veronica.”

Good bye, Veronica.

The reality of the moment comes crashing down, and Veronica’s hands drop to her sides like dead weights as Duncan steps away, steps around her, and begins his walk back to the house. Veronica can’t move. She can’t move, and she needs to, because her car is back at the Kanes’ house, and she needs to move it out of the way so that their cars can get out of their driveway and they can catch their private jet to Tampa. To Tampa, for crying out loud –

Veronica scrubs at her eyes, furiously willing the tears to stop. Her wet mouth drops open as she looks into the sky, hoping the sun will dry out her tear ducts. Not here, she begs herself. Not now.

Oh my god it’s really over.

She hugs herself in the sun, feeling suddenly cold. Clenching her jaw together, she inahles through her teeth, wincing as she listens for Duncan, turning halfway to ensure he’s gone. Her face crumples again as she follows his path back to her car. No, she reasons, desperately, foolishly, this can’t be it. This can’t really be it. Duncan will change his mind when he’s on the plane. He’s going to call her tonight, because this is just the separation anxiety talking. They’re Duncan and Veronica. They’ve been dating for most of the last year…more or less…well, sort of off and on, really, but definitely they were more on than off, and this was just going to be another one of those off periods, right? Right?

Veronica comes to a stop right outside the Kanes’ driveway gates. Oh god. Her keys. Her bag – they’re inside. Except…

This is surely a new low.

One of the Kanes’ housekeepers is making her way down the driveway, looking polite while she carries Veronica’s shoulder bag. Veronica can manage all of two steps to meet her.

“I’m so sorry,” the housekeeper whispers, offering a tight smile before hurrying back inside.

Veronica is going to cry again. Seriously, she can feel it, and it’s only with a surge of icy hot rage that she grasps her bag to her body and lurches for her piece of shit car.

It’s already unlocked because hello who would steal this car here, and she is sure she leaves a skid mark on the pavement she reverses so quickly.

Tears blur her vision before she’s down the massive hill his house is on.

She knows what this is about, actually.

Oh god. She’s known since she was sitting next to him eating toast, while he pushed scrambled eggs around with his fork.

It was her stupid idea.

Her stupid idea.

He hadn’t even wanted to – oh god he hadn’t even wanted to – memories are spilling through her mind, one after another, and she wants to scream.

Lighting a bunch of stupid candles in his room while he finished packing in his walk-in closet.

Draping herself over his duvet, rearranging her limbs, double checking her cleavage in the stupid bra she’d spent so much money on. It didn’t fit her well at all, but it was 50% off when she bought it, and, well, it was lingerie wasn’t it??

Seeing the look of shock on his face when he walked back into his room.

The awkward conversation that followed (are you sure? We don’t have to – no we really don’t have to) she’d had to convince him, and then it had been…it had been…

Veronica really had nothing to compare it to besides, well, movies and porn.

And she knew sex wasn’t supposed to have so much accidental hair pulling.

That things weren’t supposed to be so…dry.

And painful.

And…

Tears sweep over her face, fresh hot peals of it as she opens her mouth at a stoplight and sobs.