#it won't boot

[sl33py-g4m3r]

windows/linux rant

unrelated to SMT or anything on my blog currently I guess...

I keep seeing the "prep for windows 11" thing show up on my computer, and it upsets me every time that you have to have a microsoft account to install it.

windows 10 reaches end of support next year~~

I hope by then the computer I"m using will actually let me run linux on it instead of an outdated windows os....

I want to run linux on this machine so bad but whenever I try to install it, it seems to install fine and dandy

and then it won't boot

I've snooped around in the BIOS, disabled the "smart startup" or "secure startup" or whatever else I thought was borking the boot for linux.

but it still won't boot~~~

and sadly i've got games on here that only work on windows anyway.

I'd much rather be able to stay relatively safe online and maintain an OS, than play the games I bought on steam....

something is preventing linux from booting on this machine, it upsets me when I think about it, and it upsets me more when I try to install linux and it goes fine, but then doesn't boot

cause I have to take the time to reinstall windows again.....

why computer? why won't you let linux boot? what do I need to do to you to have linux actually boot? I don't understand...

*confused screaming*

running an ASUS ROG Stryx gaming pc that I bought on impulse years ago. so you'd think linux mint would boot just fine, right??

how do I fix it? if I can fix it? especially if I don't destroy the data on the second hard drive of this thing. I've got stuff I don't want to lose on here, preferably....

[savanir]

DP x DC Prompt [30]

Jimmy Olson had simply been passing through the city of Amity Park when he noticed the yard sale in front of the building that had what looked like an UFO build on top.

Definitely not up to code but he ignored it because all his attention went to the absolute beauty of a camera that was stalled on a table out front.

His own had been destroyed two days ago during the latest alien invasion when it got hit by a stray energy beam so he meant to get a new one.

And this looked just like his preferred model, but Silver, and with a brand he didn't recognised slapped on the side.

Jimmy gleefully took it back home to Metropolis with him.

After about a week he'd taking some amazing pictures with it. The thing worked wonderfully, just as he'd hoped.

He'd been a little worried he was going to get scammed for that price but it turns out the whole deal was legit.

Well...

That was until the next big event.

Superman caught a building and directed Superboy and Supergirl to evacuate the rest of the civilians while he would carefully put the thing back so it wouldn't collapse and destroy the entire street.

It was an amazing visual, a front page worthy shot.

So, obviously, Jimmy took it.

Next thing he knew there was a deafening crashing noise and loud ominous cracking as the building crashed down and started falling again.

Superboy and Supergirl scrambled to stabilise it again and shouted for Superman.

But there was no response.

Superman had seemingly simply vanished.

On the screen of Jimmy's camera however, a very confused Clark puts the building down like he'd intended, and then starts to look around why it's suddenly so quiet and calm.

He quickly catches on that something is wrong when he realises he's the only one there and he can't leave the photo's borders.

Jimmy eventually realises what happened and runs to a nearby Lois and panic whispers, "Lois, Superman is trapped in my camera!!"

"What!?"

She looks at her tiny husband doing a couple confused circles in he frame.

"I got it from a random yard sale and it worked fine but now it caught him!"

"They must have known you'd eventually take a picture of him. Playing the long game."

"He's stuck and it's my fault! How do we fix this!?"

"I'll contact the league, stop freaking out, it'll be fine"

When the two of them check the camera next they notice Clark looking out through the tiny screen. It's kind of adorable.

Jimmy mouths, "we're getting help!" At him and Clark gives him a thumbs up.

[wardingshout]

clown 1 and clown 2

[sinister-things]

iwtv where everything is the same but instead of daniel it's this diva interviewing those vampires

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Some may be surprised or even shocked to learn upon gazing at the (absolutely bangin') exclusive poster art that Hermie the Unworthy is blonde, and while I think it is perfectly valid and plausible to assume that he has simply bleached it to be that way, I would also ask you to consider that this is now our most scientifically plausible explantion we have to date for why he is Like That.

[tatakaeeren]

Jinshi failing to charm Maomao: Attempt N° 5

[dragqueenstarscream]

What would TFA Bumblebee be into in terms of kinks/fetishes?

oh this dumbass is such a cringey degenerate, i'm gonna have fun with him!

disclaimer before i go any further: tfa bumblebee is an adult, you will not change my mind, and if you try to change my mind or make me out to be some terrible person because of it, i will point and laugh at you.

anyway!

- i don't think he really has a label for himself when it comes to the berth. top? bottom? dom? sub? it doesn't really matter to him. he's more focused on experimenting and enjoying himself than giving himself a label.

- because he spends so much time on the internet, this bot knows waaaaaay too much about kinks which most people wouldn't dare talk about in public without fear of being called disgusting. it's not constantly on his processor, obviously, but don't be surprised if he tries to pull some hentai bullshit in the berth.

- the one thing he will openly admit to is that he's seriously into having a partner who can kick his aft. whether that be a human with a domineering personality and a metric fuckton of attitude or a bot significantly stronger than he is, he'd love to be bossed around by someone who loves him.

- you know the discord kitten gamer girl stereotype? this bot pioneered it. idc if tfa released in 2007. he likes the thought of someone who will both dress all cute and sexy for him AND help him kick ass in competitive games. the same goes in reverse, too. he'll dress in a skirt, thigh highs, and hatsune miku crop top for you. he doesn't care. he finds it hot.

- overstimulation is one of his favorite things. he doesn't care how it happens, with himself or with you. sensory deprivation, using toys, marathon sex, it doesn't matter. he wants to feel like he's made of rubber by the end of the night, and if you want him to return the favor, he'll do so with gusto.

[cadelinhadomiranha]

Moments before it happened

No snowing

[margieargie]

At least being so focused on the Tailor life and getting so high level in that means I didn't need to spend too long out getting thread (thanks to the extra fabric from crafting it) to make this first outfit... and I'm so glad it got added in, I was looking for an outfit I'd like for the Brand New slot to be a sort of just going around town or whatever thing, nothing from the game originally really spoke to me for that but this is pretty much exactly what I wanted

[accirax]

this stuff might be on the wiki or whatever already, but in the case it's helpful for anyone i made a diagram of trial seating and a character color sheet!

[peachypine]

HESOKURI WARS WHITE DAY PRINCE SET U WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!! osoanzu redraw based on oso's sprite with totoko in this set (feat. @beejoco's oso!)

bonus closeup of anzu bc ummm she's cute and i like her :)

[paintbrushnebula]

Would Gwen wear Miles' clothes though? They both have completely different styles of dressing. like Gwen is grunge and Miles is streetwear, why would she be borrowing his brightly colored hoodies or oversized parkas or branded sneakers

Like I know everyone adopted the headcanon because she's stealing Hobie's clothes in canon and it's a cute quirk of hers, but Hobie dresses like her. He wears stuff she'd wear

[lollipopmixclo9]

I wanted to practice drawing foreshortening and simple environment backgrounds more!

Inspired by didbub1's work 🥹💗

I hope to draw as good as them someday 🥹🤗!!!!

Don't mind the Lee Jaheon doodle in the beginning 🙈

[undescribed1mage]

Lindsay Atherton, Lillie-Pearl Wildman, Clarice Julianda, Imogen Bailey, Kamilla Fernandes, and Bobbie Chambers in Newsies!: The Musical <3

🎥: @lasagnatrades

[wildechildwrites]

Lucky Charms

Looney Tunes Part Two

Konig/Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

No use of Y/N

Summary: You have some more encounters with König, the mysterious man who lives in your apartment building.

A/N: König being unintentionally terrifying is so funny. He’s shy and he’s a giant murderer for hire, excuse him for constantly throwing off the vibe. Let me know if you want to be tagged in part three!

AO3 Link: Looney Tunes

You've got bags of groceries hanging from your arms, pinching at your skin, precariously balanced, a white knuckle grip on the laundry detergent that's determined to slip through your fingers before you reach your apartment. The man steps on the elevator with you, and you can feel your face heating up as he looks at you.

You haven't seen him since the night he'd kissed you, and you wondered if he thought of you everytime he rode the elevator. You certainly thought of him.

He makes no effort to disguise his staring, looking down at you with a flat expression, taking in your overflowing arms.

"I hate making more than one trip to my car," you say, answering the question he didn’t ask, shrugging as much as you can with your arms full. You swear you see his eyebrow twitch.

Amusement? Irritation? It's impossible to read him. Instead, you drop your gaze, feeling his eyes still on you.

"My name is König." He says abruptly. Your eyes jump back up to his face, and it's his turn to look away as you grin, introducing yourself.

When you go to get off the elevator, he plucks the detergent out of your hand, gesturing silently for some of the bags you carry. He follows you to your apartment soundlessly, placing the bags down outside of your door. You throw your 'thank you' at his retreating form, and he doesn't acknowledge it.

Later, when you're putting away your groceries, you say his name out loud, tasting it on your tongue.

One of the lights in the parking garage is flickering again, and you sigh in annoyance as you look up at it. The apartment complex took months to fix the last broken bulb, so you’re unenthusiastic about the prospects of a quick repair. It puts you on edge, affecting the visibility and giving the garage an eerie feeling.

“It’s just like a horror movie,” you mumble to yourself, attempting to break the tension you feel as you head towards the exit. It’s late, your workday running longer than it should’ve, and you can’t help the itch of anxiety crawling up your spine.

You pass an unfamiliar man, standing still in between some of the cars. His eyes are on you, and you grip your keys tighter in your hand, speeding up. You hazard a glance over your shoulder and find he's disappeared, and your eyes search the parking lot behind you.

Distracted as you are, unfocused on where you're going, you slam straight into a solid wall of a person. You let out a shriek, head whipping back around and nearly fall backwards as you attempt to scramble away. Two solid hands firmly grip your shoulders, preventing you from tripping. König is standing in front of you, and you sag against his hold in relief.

“You scared me!” you exclaim, a hand going up reflexively to your chest.

“You should be more cautious, häschen,” König responds, and you swear there’s the faintest trace of a smile on his face, the subtle quirk of scarred lips. “Most people look where they are walking to, not where they are walking from.”

You let out a sigh and roll your eyes with a smile, the anxiety seeping out of your body. “The stupid flickering light really freaked me out,” you say, gesturing at the ceiling. “And then there was a man staring at me, but he disappeared.” König nods thoughtfully. His hands are still on your shoulders, and there’s a beat as you both stare at each other.

König clears his throat. “I will speak to the complex maintenance about repairing the light. As for your mystery friend–” König pulls back and slides one finger across his throat. You laugh at the joke, even though he’s not smiling.

König insists on walking you back to your apartment despite your objections, and although you know you were just being silly, you’re touched by the gesture.

“Thank you, König,” you say, lingering in the doorway, and something in his eyes seems to sharpen when you say his name.

You're eating cereal on your couch, watching cartoons when you should be sleeping. It's a childish habit, but after a long day, you're feeling sentimental and too burnt out to process anything with substance. Scrolling through your phone, half paying attention, you almost miss the soft knock on your front door.

König is standing outside, his face obscured by something that looks like an executioner's hood. The gear he's wearing makes him seem even more massive, a mountain of a man standing in front of you.

"May I come in?" He asks, his accented voice low, and you're so caught off guard by the request that your jaw drops.

König stares at you and you stare back, contemplating the matter.

You probably shouldn't let him in, this hulking monster in a mask. You don't even know him really, only interacting a couple of times. He's kissed you, and it was a knee buckling, eye rolling kiss, but does that necessarily grant him access to your apartment?

Your logistical side loses when he lets out a sigh, a huff of air that borders on a whine. You step aside, waving him to the couch as you go to the kitchen to grab another bowl of cereal for him. You want to know why he's here unannounced, but you're unwilling to disturb the delicate balance between the two of you, so you say nothing. He pulls off the mask, eyes on the TV.

“Looney Tunes?” he asks, his voice amused. Daffy Duck lets out a shriek in the silence between you two, and you snort.

“Call it a guilty pleasure,” you reply. König’s eyebrow twitches. You offer him the bowl, and his large fingers brush against yours, shockingly warm and rough. His eyes seem to glint at the contact, an almost avian intensity that makes your skin flush.

You sit down a measured distance away from him, and go back to eating your cereal, attempting to display a level of casual that you do not feel. König seems unaffected, sprawled on your couch, crunching away like he does this every night. He's got his boots on still, tacky with a dark liquid you think could be blood.

"Uh… not that I don't appreciate the company…" you begin after a beat of silence, turning to face him. It's the first time you've seen him really smile, and a part of you is unsure if you like it, the almost predatory glint of teeth.

"I just wanted to see if you'd invite me in." He responds to your unspoken question, his voice rumbling deep from his chest, and there's a sharp edge to his words that make the hairs on the back of your neck prickle.

There's a beat, and your expression must tip him off to your discomfort because his eyes widen.

"I didn't mean– I am sorry I misspoke– sometimes my translations are–" he's stammering, and you instantly relax, feeling guilty for your involuntary reaction.

"No! No it's okay I was just… surprised. I'm glad for the company" You say in a rush, your voice unnaturally high. "You're always welcome to come over."

He smiles again, softer than before. His eyes haven't quite lost the cutting focus, but you smile back, relaxing a little as he takes another bite of cereal. You fall back into companionable silence.

It's late, and you're starting to fade, eyes drooping, curled up into yourself. König hasn't moved from his post on the end of your couch, his empty bowl still cupped in one hand, and you drowsily wonder if it's a military habit, the way he sits with perfect stillness. You stifle a yawn, and he glances over at you without moving his head.

"It's getting late," he says quietly. You watch as he rises in one fluid motion, large strides leading him with a seemingly practiced familiarity to your kitchen. He places his dish in the sink and reaches for the soap. You sit up.

"It's alright, I'll wash the dishes tomorrow," you call out, wiping your eyes, and he nods. You stand as he heads towards the door, your legs slightly unsteady.

"Thank you for the cereal," he says quietly, a hand on the doorknob. You think there is a light dusting of pink around his ears, but it's too dark to really tell.

You smile at him. "You're welcome."

König pauses, turning towards you.

You idly wonder if he'll kiss you again. He looks down at you with an inscrutable expression, bringing a large hand slowly up to your face, the ghost of his fingertips skimming your jaw. You let out an involuntary gasp at the contact, your skin electrified, and he drops his hand.

He opens the door, and you notice his fingers are still curled, as if he's cupping the sensation of your skin against his, holding it in his palm.

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"Good night little rabbit," König whispers, a silhouette in your doorway. "Catch you later."

Part Three

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[sluggoonthestreet]

Nadine and the Diversity of Porcine Aeronautics

Best wishes for the coming year, and may all of your mistakes become miracles.