#modern apps

[algoworks]

In today’s world, if your app isn’t built around your users, it’s basically a ghost town. Prioritizing User-Centered Design means putting people first, crafting experiences that are smooth, intuitive, and actually make sense.

It’s all about listening to what users need and delivering big-time!

Design for people, not for clicks.

[technology-and-beyond]

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[thekidsfromyestergay]

Just saw a video like "um actually rocky horror isn't good queer representation because frank sexually assaults janet" girl he kills and eats people. It's called the rocky HORROR picture show not the rocky cute gay rep tw t-slur picture show

[callmecoke]

In the midst of my depression I just want to let everyone know:

If you’re infertile, or simply don’t want children, your fave cod character will love you regardless. Literally any one of them.

I’m tired of seeing so much about domestic breeding kink and blah blah house wife blah blah bare foot and pregnant blah blah. Especially as someone who is chronically terrified of the idea of being pregnant to the point of panic attacks

So for anyone like me, yes, the cod men and women wouldn’t force you to have a child. They’d get it, they’d understand. They probably wouldn’t want kids either. They’re not going to abandon their relationships with you because of you not wanting or not being able to have kids. Because they want you, first and foremost. Anything other than that comes second.

This applies to ALL cod characters. Yes, even Price. Yes, even konig. Yes, even Johnny. Yes, literally all of them.

Anyone who says otherwise is an idiot and probably heavily biased. They also hate child-free people and probably women /j

You’re deserving of love outside of your ability to have a child. You’re deserving of love outside of the EXPECTATION to have a child. You are you, and that’s enough. Both in the real world and in the fictional one.

[lead0]

happy ween

[notgonza]

Tmi but my period absolutely drained me to bits so have some lazy minerva doodles and modern au clem ideas cause I've been plotting for months (@catastro-ophe ur modern clem post inspired me to draw it finally thank u dawg 🙏🙏)

[missb0at]

Picture me this:

The system puts cumplane, SQH and SQQ into the same room after they died. All four do not like each other. They hate each others' fucking guts.

The system? Kind of busy prepping their new bodies and missions so it put them into waiting room limbo.

Problem: Bingge keeps breaking into said waiting room so then everyone (that includes the system) is forced to work together because who knows what will happen if this fucker gets his hands on their souls

Eventually the system panics because it got damaged from Bingge slicing reality up like it's döner and throws the four into the living world. There are problems with memories and time stuff. Like cumplane waking up as disciples or SQQ not remembering who LBH is or SQH waking up as a toddler. At some point the system recovers enough to give them a chat function and they start planning Bingge's demise

They're also gossiping about everyone and their fucking mother

Masterpost

[rainyramblesscramble]

day 1 of drawing one of the cod characters until I’m comfortable with trying to find my style

[fawfulydoo]

i got an LG ice cream smart!!!!!!!! >:3 i intend to make it work despite the fact that the android version it runs (4.4.2 aka kitkat) is outdated cuz there's ways around it

[actuallyacat]

HES SO HARD TO DRAW I cant capture his beauty gaz im so sorry

[abbotjack]

I hate hookup culture. I hate that I’m supposed to feel empowered by being treated like an option, like I should be proud of how little I expect from people. I hate that “freedom” has become synonymous with not feeling anything. That we’ve twisted autonomy into emotional starvation. That I’m supposed to convince myself that not needing anyone makes me strong, when really, it just makes me alone. We pretend we’re above it. That we don’t get attached. That we can keep our bodies and our hearts separate, as if we aren’t human. As if vulnerability isn’t the most human thing of all. We ghost before we’re ghosted. We say things like “low expectations, no disappointments” like it’s wisdom. I hate pretending like any of this feels good. Like casual connection that ends in silence is something I should be grateful for. Like longing is shameful. Like softness is embarrassing.

Everyone’s so obsessed with seeming unbothered. Like needing something deeper makes you weak. As if care is a liability and not the whole point of being alive. As if wanting to be loved, truly loved, is some kind of failure of modern womanhood. Like I should know better and that asking for emotional depth is desperate. But I don’t want to be effortless. I don’t want to be easy to leave. I don’t want to be cool and casual and mildly entertaining until the next person comes along. I want to be chosen. Intentionally. I’m done pretending that being untouched means I’m whole.

I’m so sick of trying to connect with someone over a screen. Some stranger with a dog in their profile and a two sentence bio about loving The Office. What are we supposed to do with that? Swipe and nod? Build something special from mutual boredom? I am not a conversation starter. I am not a witty opening line. I am a person and trying to collapse my entire self into five photos and a few curated interests feels like erasure. It feels like self harm. It makes me second guess the parts of me I used to love. Am I actually that pretty in real life? Is my laugh too loud? Will they like me better in the version I constructed or the version I am? Online dating makes you doubt everything. Makes you become small and palatable. Makes you start measuring yourself against impossible standards. It makes you worry you’ll only be loved if you stay perfectly composed and mildly flirty and never too much. It convinces you to become someone easier to like instead of someone real. I’m tired of putting myself out there just to be ignored. Tired of being made to feel like I should be grateful for attention that never sees me. Tired of performing confidence while hoping I’m enough. And what are we even looking for? Everyone’s so terrified of vulnerability. They want connection without cost. Affection without accountability. Intimacy without having to show up for it. Hookup culture promises closeness but delivers detachment. It tells you to take what you can get and call it empowerment. But I don’t want something that looks like love. I want the kind that isn’t afraid to ruin you a little. I want the kind that demands being in the moment. That grows slowly. That erupts because it’s real not because it was convenient.

I don’t want to be liked for how well I pose in a mirror. I don’t want to be reduced to “hot enough to hook up with, but not enough to keep.” I don’t want someone telling me I’m intimidating just because I know what I want. And what I want is something that matters. Something that lives outside the goddamn apps. Something that begins not with “what do you do for fun” but with eye contact, with presence, with silence so full of tension it makes you want to scream. I want something that happens in the world, in messy timing and real time knowing, not this bloodless algorithm trying to play matchmaker with my vulnerability. Because I am not built for temporary. I’m not built for being someone’s distraction or their experiment or their ego boost. I want to be someone’s gravity. I want to be loved like I matter. I want to be seen when I’m not dressed up, when I’m crying on a Tuesday night, when I don’t have anything clever to say. I don’t want a love that feels like a game where every move is calculated, every feeling held back in case it costs too much. I’m tired of waiting to see who texts first, who cares less, who wins. I don’t want to be part of some unspoken strategy where connection is a risk and vulnerability is a losing hand. I want something that doesn’t play by those rules. Something that just happens and is honest and messy and real.

I am not a profile. I am not a maybe. I am a person.

[smoosie]

Act 5 (part 1)

Previously: https://www.linkslist.app/6GFNvop

Trigger warning: mention of self-harm

[ahllohehn]

I could write a book out of every hermitshipping idea i have in my notes app /j

[khaotic-kris]

I just have this idea popped into my head and decided to make a post because why not? And also I have fallen back to the hell that is called Hetalia due my dear friend/hermana (You know who you are)

Imagine reader in hetalia as a country but she’s just like Gloria Pritchett from Modern Family. So for this scenario the reader be a Spanish speaking country and is the sister to Spain.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Country!Reader with the Axis Powers and showing them a tactical military vehicle that her people made so the Axis Powers can use. So she’s driving it with them in the car but it got a flat tie, and surprise! She doesn’t know how to change a tire, neither does Japan or Italy so Germany has to do it.

Germany as he kneels down trying to change the tire with a pissed off expression as he eyes Country!Reader.

“[Country Name] I can’t believe you don’t know how to change a tire! The Verdammt car was build in your country! Your country is known for armored vehicles! Surely you had flat before!”

Country!Reader standing to the side with Italy and Japan watching Germany do all the work.

“I had a lot of flats but I would reapply my makeup and I would wait and then in five minutes, I would have my own pit crew.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

America needs a handkerchief for some reason, so he visits Country!Reader who’s in the Untied States for some diplomatic reason, so she’s renting a house.

Country!Reader looking through her drawers until she finds something for America.

“¡Ay look, this might work!”

Gives America a turquoise fabric, smiling brightly. He takes it with some disappointment.

“Well except it’s turquoise,” Unfolds the fabric to see it’s actually her bra, America grew a bit irritated. “Oh and a bra!”

Country!Reader place a hand on her hip annoyed by America being ungrateful. “Do you think the kids in my country have pocket squares?”

America rolled his eyes and head as he tosses the bra, annoyance in his voice.

“Here we go with your country…” (¬▂¬)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Country!Reader is talking to Japan, who’s feeling alone and feels out of place within the Axis Powers. She’s trying to comfort him.

“I know the feeling, I grew up as an isolated country myself when I was younger, so isolated that I had to bring in strangers so that the children could learn who not to talk to.”

Japan freezes for a moment before looking at Country!Reader, with doubt all over his face.

“You know… I have to say sometimes your stories about your country sound a little made up…”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Country!Reader is out drinking with Prussia and Germany, enjoying how the two brothers getting along. Country!Reader with a small smile as she took a sip of her drink.

“Mi hermanó will have never taken me out for a drink.”

Germany placing his beer down. “Why, was Spain super strict?”

Country!Reader shakes her head. “No, he never seen me as an adult… well except when more powerful countries came to our house like Turkey, then he’ll run to the back of the house and be like, ‘[Country Name] you go talk to him and tell him I’m not here right now, but unbuttoned your shirt a little bit first,’.”

Germany and Prussia completely stunned in silence.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Country!Reader I don’t know switch sides and now is with the Allied Forces. She already been to a few meetings with them, so already seen the chaotic dynamic of the group especially when they fight. Country!Reader is already quite acquainted with America’s habit to play the hero and how he and England constantly argue.

She arrives early to a meeting before the others, and walks in to already see America and England fighting about something she had no clue about. The fight ends with America leaning his forehead against the whiteboard and England huffing in his seat. She quirked a brow seeing the depressed looking American.

“America what the hell are you doing.”

England sighs. “He wants to cancel the battle plans we made because he doesn’t like how it wouldn’t make him the hero.”

Country!Reader getting mad, tired of the American’s attitude. “The exact battle plans we made after rescheduling the meeting three times, changing the location twice so the whole Allied Forces can met up together?!”

America look to Country!Reader. “Please send my regrets, now can I have a little privacy…”

Country!Reader pissed off as she walks out of the meeting room as she yells. “¡Privacy, esto que faltaba a mí! ¡Privacy en este lugar!”

A moment later she comes back with a pistol. Completely fed up with the whole situation, this being the straw that broke the camel’s back for her. She is done with the fights of the Allied Forces.

“I’m so sick of stubbornness!”

She points to England, whose jumps a bit seeing the gun. Country!Reader remembering his moments of being immature.

“You act like a little boy that doesn’t want to accept he’s wrong!”

Then Country!Reader turns and looks at America.

“And you, like a sad old man that doesn’t want to be happy! That’s it!”

She then shoots a centimeter away from America’s head, shocking him and making England jaw smacked. The American blue in the face with fright.

“You could’ve shot me!!!”

Country!Reader huffs. “Come on America, I could’ve unbuttoned your shirt if I wanted to. Now sit down and be quiet.”

Looks at their shocked faces, waving the pistol. “I’m keeping this gun with me during the meeting.”

Country!Reader then sat down waiting for the other Allied Countries. America and England absolutely shocked but sitting down quietly as well, fearfully looking at her as they waited for the others.

[gavramous]

Gaz and Price watching these two idiots flirt through the window the entire night:

[seasoned-boiled-water]

"Is this pose better Kaito...?" "Ehh...I guess so, you just looked way too stiff earlier y'know? It's just a photo for memories so you don't have to be so up tight all the time!"

I feel like Luca would be the type to try to look really professional in a normal photo-

So here he is ^^

I also just wanted to draw him c: