#you know how I know the programming is bad?

[autism-corner]

i hate them.

[itsblueflamebae]

Hotspot

synopsis: did you just find mac’s hot spot?

wc: 624, without actual programming stuff

cw: suggestive, double-clicking (oh!), mac receiving

notes: read with caution! gender neutral reader. extremely sensitive mac (which is canon, right?). mac x programmer!3dmodeler!reader. yes, i included some 3d modeling shenanigans in text because it’s funnier that way. ignore how bad and inaccurate it is please, and please tell me you understand the word pun with hotspot. potential part 2? not beta-read.

You double-click on the Python tab because… Well, it’s better that way, is it not?

You mostly did your work quickly, in silence of your house, so you could hear the thoughts of quitting and the persuasion to stay for the sake of your salary. But today, your precious glasses rest on the bridge of your nose, and your non-dominant hand is held by Mac. Your fingers are intertwined and their thumb gently glides over your skin.

"Are you sure you don't need the help of a professional?" They asks, peering into your face.

Your fingers tap on the keyboard, and Mac feels it like a dance of your fingertips on their skin. It's so fleeting that it even tickles.

“I am professional, my love. Just sit back and relax," you reply to Mac, smiling contentedly.

hotspot = {

“side”: “right”,

“x”: 50,

“y”: 70,

“icon”: “a”,

“alpha_out”:65

You stop, trying to figure out what's wrong. Your eyes scan the screen once, twice, as your hand reaches for the mouse.

"What are you—" Mac is about to ask, when they feel a new wave of electricity running down their spine.

Of course, you move the mouse so slowly that it's almost painful. Mac bites the inside of their cheek — you're not doing it on purpose, they think, but they're enjoying it. There was a sheen of sweat on their forehead – not enough to wipe off, but it tickled their skin. Just a little more, they thought, if you touched the mouse again, if you clicked the left button twice, their shirt would stick uncomfortably to their back. The skin of their palms was warming.

"I can see you fidgeting," you tell them as soon as you cast a curious glance.

“Have I ever told you how fitting and delightful your glasses look on your face?” They asks, translating the question. “You should wear them more often.”

“So should you,” you say, pointing my finger at their nose.

Ah, that's where you made a mistake.

“alpha_out”: 65,

You didn't put a space, silly.

“MC,” Mac calls you by your name.

“You know, I don't understand why my company needs a hotspot right now. It’s so strange. I'm thinking about adjusting the transparency here, and I'll change the position and depth.”

Mac listened and thought that it wouldn't hurt to change the position, and you could change the depth of where your fingers are. Damn it, do you really not understand what you're doing to their system, or are you pretending? You start typing again. They felt more than a pack of numbers, the order of energies increasing to a gram of staticity, the final dilemma and drama, the output of the reaction percentage, which is akin to zero. Oh, Mac felt something more than just numbers of your code, and craved more, so much more that it was barely balancing on the desire to devour and be devoured.

“alpha_down”: 100,

“alpha_over”: 85,

“action_up”: “script_scenel”,

“z_index”: 10

}

“MC,” they call you again, because you've never looked so hot, all engrossed in your work, explaining something that only the two of you can talk about.

Oh, Mac will overheat soon, and it will be your fault.

You chuckle and wipe your forehead with the back of your forearm.

“Oh, I know,” you smile. “But you'll be patient, won't you?” You stroke your finger up and down, up and down.

Of course they'll wait. Just promise to finish what exactly you’ve done, alright?

[thelawfulchaotic]

What is very funny about being a specialist in juvenile law is that I never... actually liked children?

(Ok there is some possibility I am fooling myself about this, given that there has never been a single child client I got to know that I didn't love and root for and 100% support, but.)

I'm not a "kid person." I don't have the gift of running around and imagining with them. I babysat much less than equivalent older-millennial girls.

I just got into court, and I --

Okay, let me back up and talk about my first public defender's office. It was a rural office that covered several geographical jurisdictions, including multiple cities and counties, five total. Each of these had three courts that regularly needed to be covered: a juvenile/domestic court, a general court, and a slightly higher and fancier level of court. They all operated to varied schedules (general court A was on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but general court B was on Wednesdays and Fridays; juvenile court A was on Wednesdays and Fridays but juvenile court B was on Mondays and Wednesdays).

So, fifteen total "courts," and there were... hmm. 8-10 attorneys. And a boss who wanted us to be able to substitute for each other, and thus rotated us through the courts every month. On week 1, I might be doing general court A on Tuesday and general court B on Friday. On week 2, I might be doing general court A on Thursday and juvenile/domestic court A on Wednesday. I might have one day a month where I do general court C.

So on.

The court schedules cases not according to our schedules, but according to police officers. Do you see the problem yet?

Public defenders were fungible. For those who don't know that very academic-specific word, it means that we were exchangeable units. One case could go through four different attorney's hands because it would get continued, show up on someone else's date, get continued again, show up on someone else's date, and so on. Juvenile cases were particularly bad about this because they tended to linger in court for a long time, while the court monitored the juvenile's progress.

Here's another fun problem: the department in charge of things like child protection, custody, etc., would only come to court on Tuesdays. We did not have a spare attorney to cover an extra day on Tuesdays in which criminal cases would happen with children who happened to also have custody issues or a foster care prevention plan in place. They would put the criminal case on the next day, Wednesday. Effectively, this meant that we were not present for the decisions about where our clients went and what programs they would have to do.

So I'm dropped into this, a baby attorney, having watched a DVD about How To Juvenile Law. I feel my training is wildly inadequate, and I'm doing reviews on cases that have never had the same attorney twice. Zero trust between me and the kids, and why would there be?

I complained loudly until my boss gave in and ordered me the several-hundred-dollar Juvenile Practice In This State book, and then I read it cover to cover. I learned a bunch of really interesting things! Like all the stuff we'd been doing wrong!

My boss was shocked. "You actually read that?"

"What did you THINK I was gonna do?"

"Well, you're the juvenile expert now, I guess."

oh shit, I thought. oops. fuck.

But I leaned in, and not in the ambition way. I proposed a way to rearrange my schedule so that I would always be free on Tuesdays for DSS cases. Instantaneously, there was a change in the environment of the court -- before, it was the guardians ad litem, juvenile probation, and the attorney for DSS deciding what to do with kids. Now I was there. Making suggestions. And arguments.

We changed how we did the schedule, and how we put individual cases on that schedule. Keeping them on our days became a priority.

I instituted a weekly detention center visit, for myself. (I made it about half the time.)

I went to trainings. This area of law is wildly unpopular among a lot of public defenders, because it's complicated and sad and you don't get to do jury trials about it. Every new thing I learned just pissed me off. It wasn't that I liked kids. It was that kids deserved better. So I got to take over pretty much everything with regards to juvenile law in the office.

But like, I stumbled on this, I didn't know shit. I didn't have a passion for protecting children. It's just that every bit of law I learned made me go, "What? REALLY? Fuck off!"

[dollyfiles]

older!rafe meeting cherub!reader’s parents for the first time

cherub!reader mlist

cw: fluff, early stage of relationship, manipulation, religious themes

you had been fussing with your appearance since the morning, even though the tea wasn’t until four. you’d changed your dress twice, swapped hair ribbons three times, and reapplied your cherry scented lip gloss until your lips were all sticky.

the house smelled like fresh lemon bars and pine cleaner as your mother had been wiping down the already clean counters a dozen times, and your father had been unusually silent. he had that skeptical frown on his face he reserved for strangers especially strangers interested in his only daughter.

“do you think i should wait by the door?” you asked for the third time that hour, smoothing down the front of your lacy pale blue dress again. your mother chuckled gently, placing a floral plate on the table. “he’s just coming over for tea, sweetheart. sit down and relax.”

but how could you? rafe was meeting your parents.

your relationship was still new. a few weeks, maybe a month. but it had taken root fast. everything about him felt exciting and forbidden, like a sin wrapped in silk. and yet, when he smiled at you, touched your chin so carefully, you felt like maybe it wasn’t so bad to fall a little too fast.

rafe was older, more experienced, and definitely a little… rough around the edges, but he liked you. and when he liked you, he was soft. he listened. he reassured you. and he kissed your forehead and said you were his favorite girl in the whole world.

just then — a knock.

you nearly tripped over yourself getting to the door. and then there he stood. composed and devastatingly handsome. rafe had combed his usually messy hair back, wore a light blue button-up tucked neatly into his slacks, and carried a gift bag with both hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.

if someone hadn’t known him, really known him, they’d think he was nervous. but rafe didn’t get nervous, no. he got calculated.

the moment your eyes met, you melted a little. his smile was soft, not smug. his usual sharpness was dulled into something more gentle. almost too sweet. “hi, angel,” he murmured. “you look perfect.” your breath caught, cheeks warming. “you too.”

inside, everything went off like clockwork. he handed the tea to your mother, complimented the living room wallpaper, which you had never seen anyone do, and waited to sit until your father gave the nod. you sat beside him, back straight, dress pulled over your knees, hands folded, heart racing. this was the moment. and rafe was… perfect.

“it’s such a blessing to meet you both, mr. and mrs. harlow,” he said calmly, voice lowered into that thoughtful register he used when he was trying to sound extra sincere. “y/n talks about you all the time.”

‘yes i do,’ your expression said proudly, even if you didn’t say it aloud. and with that rafe killed it. he was telling the truth. you told him all the good things about them. yet, he didn’t know everything, and he shouldn’t for a while.

rafe said “sir” and “ma’am” without sounding rehearsed. he praised the tea. he asked about the church’s new outreach ministry, and even mentioned volunteering ‘sometime soon’ once his work schedule lightened up. rafe freaking cameron, was seriously asking about the church’s new mission program and quoting verses he’d googled the night before.

you were practically glowing beside him, totally oblivious, only pride swelling like a blooming flower in your chest. you stole glances at your parents’ faces during tea time. your mother was nodding, and your father relaxed a bit more with every answer rafe gave.

and when the conversation turned to faith and politics, two things rafe couldn’t care less about, he leaned in. “i think it’s important,” he was saying, sipping his tea like a gentleman, “that we raise our kids with solid values, you know? strong faith. especially in today’s world.”

your father grunted approvingly. “glad to hear you say that. not many young men talk that way anymore.” rafe smiled. not too smug, not too big. just right. “well, sir… i wasn’t always like this. y/n helped me see things a lot differently.”

you felt your breath catch in your throat, overwhelmed. he wasn’t just saying this for them… right? he meant it. of course he did. why else would he look so thoughtful when he said it? so careful with his words?

you reached under the table and squeezed his hand. rafe laced his fingers through yours immediately. and when your mother asked if you’d thought about attending the couples bible study, you felt your chest flutter. and to her surprise, rafe nodded with such ease, you nearly teared up.

“we’d love to,” he said. you two hadn’t even talked about it. but now you were daydreaming about the two of you holding hands in the second row, singing hymns together, maybe getting married at the same altar your parents did. you were so sure this was it. he was it.

after all, your parents liked him. more than liked, even. when rafe excused himself to use the restroom, your mother leaned in and whispered, “he’s a good one, honey. very polite. very grounded.” you nodded hastily, hiding your smile in your teacup.

but rafe, standing in the bathroom adjusting his collar, was already smirking to himself. it had worked. he knew how to dress the part. speak the part. charm every adult in the room. especially the ones whose approval mattered to you. and now that he had it… well, it was only a matter of time.

you were falling. fast and heavy. and so were they.

it totally worked. every single word landed just right. and by the end of it, your father was even offering him a firm handshake and your mother was already asking if he’d like to join your family for sunday dinner.

when you two stepped outside after the visit, you looped your arm through his and leaned your head against his shoulder. “they really liked you,” you whispered, dreamily. “you were amazing.”

“of course they did,” rafe said, smiling and cupping your cheeks. “i’d do anything to make a good impression.” and when you looked up at him, eyes full of belief and adoration, he didn’t flinch. just kissed you softly.

and behind his perfectly rehearsed smile, he already knew he was one step deeper into the role. one step closer to keeping you exactly where he wanted you. making you his pretty little doll.

tags: @inbred-eater @ribbonbiter @isasweetie @rafessecret @littlelamy @bradshawed @cherrygirlfriend @trusweethrt @inspiredangel @bluemerakis @nemesyaaa @rafekisser @deansbeer @ditzyrafe @rafesgreasycurtainbangs @lacyydollette @drewsephrry @angvl3tears @rotapathetic @raahosh @et6rnalsun

[drowxiv]

It has been months and I'm still fighting some ridiculous content labels.

I've only successfully had the content label slapped on Durafein's "scandalously exposed shoulder" removed.

Almost every instance of Durafein shirtless is flagged and most of Viedyn's shirtless gposes are flagged as well. I take the biggest issue with those because in every single flagged screenshot they're clearly wearing pants. So the issue is that their chest is exposed. Except, especially this time of year, I can't go outside without seeing a guy shirtless with my own two eyeballs. I'm in walking distance of two pools lol. Every retail store still selling magazines is pushing covers plastered with shirtless guys and don't even get me started on the advertisements for deodorant, food, fragrance, fashion, and prescription medications that have featured shirtless men. (Shout-out to my deodorant brand Old spice)

I'm honestly tired of companies implementing poorly programmed overzealous algorithms in an attempt to please "The Great Google Empire" especially when they're doing it to "bring an app into compliance" and they enshittify their entire service on every platform to do it.

This is one of those ridiculous things that can only be done on the internet because if anyone were to go into a grocery store and start ripping magazines off the shelves while screaming "ADULT CONTENT" they'd be regarded as unwell at best.

[cursed-spectre]

Once in some level of privacy, knowing B had enhanced hearing anyway, Cassidy sighed.

"What's wrong?"

Pardon?

"That felt off, even for you."

Ellipses.

"Are you—"

No.

"Rebooted. Are you—"

Stop.

"Over helping because you feel bad for what happened back there?"

Ellipses, yes. We lost control of ourselves. There's no point in having a program like us if it causes problems—

"Literally everything with Shuriken—"

when in the middle of something important.

"...Rebooted, you're more than a program. I think we both know that to be true. What exactly it is that you are, we don't fully know. But we're in this together. I've been... getting better with having you."

Cassidy found a wall to sit against, and turned her eyelights to the ceiling.

"I don't think we'll ever be separated. It's not worth the risk to try. But it's not like I gain anything from doing that. You've become a good partner... and a friend."

Ellipses... Cliche.

"Oh don't you start Mx. 'Sailor Moon pose.' You're not any better."

Laughter. Cassidy laughed.

"Alright, I think we've got some stuff to get worked on in the future, but for now, let's go to the others."

Agreed.

Cassidy stood up. She didn't care if sitting down had dirtied the dress at all by this point. Even so,

Make sure you look good for the individual photos.

"Sure thing, bud."

Cassidy left the room and walked up to Alex and B.

"How's the pain?"

[SweetBee] Alex has already started on some of her prep stuff [SweetBee] So I'm letting you know I'll be over soon so we can start moving what we need to the ship ok?

B's message arrives a little before sunset, and seems to at least explain why Alex has been quiet for as long as she had been. The fact time felt like it passed both far too slow and far too quick for this whole... thing was probably something to address.

( @b-free I can TYPE STUFF owo )

Cassidy sighs, and closes her books.

You are nervous?

"Yeah. I mean, there's been a lot of build up to this. Kind of the capstone of my internship, and a big part of what it'll be like to do this in the future."

She looks at herself in the small mirror on her desk. "And I'm not really... one for parties. Can I ask—"

We will not seize movement capabilities unless asked for assistance.

"Thanks."

Cassidy takes her phone and sends B a response. She looks at her desk, holding her silicone tint and makeup tablet, then her closet, which housed her dress, purse, and the box with her necklace, anklet, and hair clip. This is it.

[Cassidy] Alright. Tell me if I can do anything in the meantime.

[voltoise-art]

The difference thirty years makes

I've had the Stan twins' done since January haha oops

[jey-chan]

alfred, after reading 2 leters taht had ben delibered to him by a glowing green dog, noded an started to prepare diner before puting a single mesage on the family and friends grup chat.

Ined, this neded a stomash full of food.

Some time later and Alfred decides to drop the bomb.

Alfred: So, today a letter aribed to the maneor. It was sended by both, the CSD and that facility that aided the laters Masters Tom and Marta Wayne..."

Bruce, all confused because no one told him he was a in vitrus boy: My parents what?"

"...Its apears that a tragic had happened in the adoptive home life of Master Bruce´s biological litle brother, and both the state and the Infinite Realms sems to think this house is the perfect place to him and his mirror born twin sister. I expect you all to read this informative triptic because Yung Masters Dany and Dani (neme changing pending) are now half of a rare and prety multidimencional guarded species. An I will be damed and put my two weeks advice if my litle new sons are damaged by this emotional conspirational family"

Jackson was the frist one to react.

"Holy shit! this time te suprised new silbing one is Bruce?!"

"Oh so is it hereditary... " was Dick reaction

"A rare and delicated species you said? I shal go to therapy then." was Damian two cents before going to the library in seearsh of a good candidate.

Menawile... Bruce had yet to rebot.

Tim: okay but how jung?

Alfred: human 11 yeears old, and in ghost form 5 months old. Little Dani is just 2 months old. ¿Could you belive it? Please Miss Kent, go and give this nasty Master man a beaten up could you? i would go after him myself but i need to take care of the litles halfas.

Batfamily: WHAT THA FUCK?!

[ribbononline]

Atlus. Atlus. Atlus are you listening? Are you here with me Atlus. Atlus come closer. There's just one thing. Just one thing I need you to do for me Atlus. In P4R you are going to give Teddie a better translation. Okay Atlus? You are going to make it clearer when he's parroting stuff you are going to let him reference manzai just once. You are going to change 'scoring' to something more accurate. Atlus are you listening? Atlus- Atlus come back- ATLUS. ATLUS COME BACK ATLUS---

[highwayphantoms]

Alt text per request from a friend! Under a cut because LONG

Image 1:

Hi everyone, [I'm only sharing this here because we're all under the same NDA. In public beta chat I'm simply going to say bye to users]. I just wanted to say thank you for all the effort and support I've been given from this amazing team. You are all special and deserve all the positivity because of the amazing things you bring to Santae. Artists, what you produce is just exceptional, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise - keep on doing what you're doing. Front end, the community is so lucky to have such a caring FE team to handle their issues and keep them having a safe environment. You shouldn't have to keep "mopping up" from each time you're left holding the fuse each time management has caused public drama and then disappeared, and you should be proud of how well you have handled these situations. This is my goodbye post. Since October 2024 I've had a non stop bad experience with Santae management behind closed doors. I've been financially trapped where I've felt I've had to continously bite my tongue when I was able to, out of fear of not getting paid. Well now the time has come where Santae Entertainment has decided that the time, blood, sweat and tears I have contributed to Santae is no longer worth it. I was paid full time October through April. I was contracted as a fixed amount employee ($5000 per month) for my full time (40 hours per week - not "per project") [which was actually a pay cut from my previous job because of how much I believed in the project].

Image 2:

This was supposed to be 40 hours per week, but during that time as a full time employee I was working 7 days a week and easily contributed significantly more hours than that per week because I believed in Santae. Even with the frequent public incidents by Santae Management that resulted Santae's reputation constantly being degraded, I stood by the site and continued to put my everything into it. I've been CONSTANTLY told I'm not good enough and that the things I'm producing are bad quality or not done in a "timely manner" (context: Santae management typically demands an instant turn around and doesn't realise that programming takes time when a feature is expected to have coded animations and interesting, non-reloading UIs). After speaking to dizens of staff/ex-staff, this has been something that has been constantly repeated to them behind my back since October, in fact I have been bad mouthed behind my back just as much as every other staff member has been in front of me. Additionally, I'm constantly accused of "never being around" even though I know im working on santae all the time - programming on my local development environment. In April, due to Santae Entertainment's mismanagement of funds, I was told I would only be getting paid part time. Even though my contract forbade it, I went along with it and started working part time. Since reducing the hours I put into Santae to coincide with the reduced pay, I've received ongoing abusive messages (I have receipts) and constantly been told that things I create are terrible (eg blitz and gift cannon I was berated for). This has all culminated in me being told we're "severing ties now" and that with regards to my invoice we would be on "different spectrums"… These comments were then followed by giving me more development instructions this week to work on things (goopper event),

Image 3:

I deployed a code change for some of the event, and shortly afterwards submitted my "part time" invoice of $2500. Within 2 hours of submitting that invoice, instead of being paid in a timely manner, Santae Entertainment then submitted ME an invoice for $15,000 due to "undelivered programming" - even though my contract is time-based, not project based. This is not "on two different spectrums", this is an attempt to manipulate me and bully me when I have a very sensitive financial situation, which i do not appreciate. I have compiled this, along with all evidence of my work and chat logs since last October and are submitting them both to paypal to dispute the invoice, and to my legal representation for them to reach out to Santae Entertainment's legal firm to explore a path forward. As someone intimate with not just the inner workings of the site, but also all the transactions the business makes, its crystal clear to me why Santae is struggling financially. Naturally I am not going to abuse my insider knowledge to share the transactions history I see of commerce that is unrelated to site activity, but to say I'm disappointed about all the inaccurate public statements about what Santae's paypal is spending money on is an understatement. It is for these reasons, I cannot allow myself to be manipulated and used any more, like so many other staff before me. Shortly after sending this message, I'll be leaving both the staff and public discord, and leaving this account completely. Thank you for reading. Ember

Image 4: A compilation of screenshots.

In reference to the gift cannon: CJ: All I was asking was nothing to do with the functionality backend wise it was about presentation on the ui front end how folks see it CJ: Right now it's a page and you get a notification CJ: Nothing happens on the page CJ: Once the timer ends CJ: Like I thought we'd used the and parks and the actual gift with an animation CJ: But just leave it how it is CJ: Quantity not quality I suppose at this point

In reference to the blitz: CJ: Like this was just copy paste of the construction mechanic like idk what happened CJ: I quit CJ: We get one freaking shot CJ: And we just blew it CJ: Like what's different about this? The construction one never lagged you could see who's doing what it was so cool CJ: This is like a worse version of that CJ: I'll call you tomorrow on steps to close

Unlabeled: CJ: The reason we're in this boast is because you have been slacking off since Kickstarter I've tried to tell you since January this would happen

06-16 Turned server off "just because" Ember: I can see you sent me messages here but I haven't read them yet. I just got up from bed cos I was pinged. Looks like the site is down Ember: I logged into hostgator and it looks like the server has turend off. Was that you that turned it off or was it some issue with the server/hostgator? CJ: Yeah who pinged you CJ: Bc they need to be told CJ: I turned it off CJ: Idk if im gonna turn it back on Ember: Oh ok that fine then. As long as you're aware! I was just like FUCK and bolted down stairs CJ: I'm hurt and tired of feeling like this from something that was supposed to bring me joy and once did

06-10 Turned off server randomly Ember: I'm currently getting this [screenshot of Google Chrome "This site can't be reached www.santae.net took too long to respond.] CJ: I turned it off Ember: Huh what do you mean CJ: Just for a little bit CJ: You got time for a call Ember: Not right now, no CJ: OK, no worries Ember: Oh, found it, the server is physically turned off in hostgator? [screenshot, illegible due to size] Ember: Is that what you meant, you turned it off Ember: Like literally?

Paypal recent activity page: Santae Entertainment Today, 26 Jun, Invoice Received -$15,000.00 USD Note from seller Undelivered Programming, paid in good faith, programmer did not deliver

Sudden spiral/pivot in conversation for some reason CJ: Right we will have to apply those meta tags all around the site and the keywords but we will get it no worries man Ember: Nice! CJ: i'm sure i can figure that out haha Ember: Meta tags are pretty simple to add. It's just html

- 24 June 2025 - CJ: yeppers ^_^ Remember we were supposed to do that however long ago haha I sent them all to ya Ember: In that case we probably added some when we did the whole "keyword" thing - I remember it was when ezoic asked us to amend the homepage to ad keywords etc CJ: Nope we didn't hehe we were gonna after that event we were doing CJ: but never did it CJ: it's all good CJ: Additionally, I'll provide documentation for site mechanics, programming, and server setup, along with "how-to" guides (e.g., clearing the cache and logging into AWS, and setting up the site on a new server / on a local development machine). I plan to have all of that on Google Drive by the end of this month--once my final invoice is paid. Can we discuss this? Ember: Sure what's up? CJ: Not only did I pay attention over the last month like a hawk, so many did. there was 23 days between anything you updated us on. However, saying you will not produce the document until your final invoice is paid? CJ: Ok please stop all work for santae and send me the document I requested. CJ: We can severe[sic] ties now and move forward. Ember: Dude what? CJ: Yes, Karl, exactly what I just said. CJ: Please do not refer to me as "dude". Thanks Ember: I was just saying how it all aligns with the end of the month when I no longer work for Santae. That wasn't meant as how i think it's being interpreted CJ: Right. However your final invoice I think we are going to be on two different spectrums.

Image 5: Discord message

Crumble [9:52 PM]: @ everyone We're pushing out a very speedy news post. I'm sorry I cannot update you or have everyone read this over before it's posted. I like to have these things planned and prepared long before and this is not how I like to work. Things were not supposed to be like this. If you have any questions just please let me know.

I will be around tomorrow to answer questions and individuals ion[sic] the game/Discord (edited)

here's ember's parting message to the staff server. lots to unpack - i split it up for ease of reading. see also their message to the main sancord.

edit: CJ has allegedly issued chargebacks for all work Ember has done for Santae, in addition to the $15k invoice.

here is proof, including dms and screenshots

and here is a message from crumble in the staff discord a few minutes ago

pinning this post for now, here is the rules post

[shiori8]

Di Angelo Siblings

Sooo, to absolutely no one's surprise the new Percy Jackson reboot kicked me into full-blown pjo brainrot mode again lol. I saw these super cute fits and some vintage photos of Venice alleyways floating around on Pinterest and was consumed with the need to draw the Di Angelo siblings in them (it's probably wildly "historically and geographically" inaccurate for them, but we're just going to have to deal with the fact that I'm dumb and uncultured xD It's the vibes™ that count, okay!)

Psst, wanna see something cringe😂? Found this old sketch of them from one of my first forays into digital art years ago:

And to quote past-me "I can barely look at the old one, but at least that means I improved, aye?"😂

[femme-foucault]

Me before my part time substitute teaching/glorified baby gig: I really hope I get the high schoolers and not the littles

After 1 English class on Romeo and Juliet and one general AP humanities class and being assigned a summer camp assistant counselor job for three afternoons: THANK GOD IM WATCHING FOUR-SIX YEAR OLDS!!!

[heynhay]

heynhay klance animatic when?? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 with all that free time of yours

[sansgout]

legit tho vince is so sensitive about his cooking bc it's really just ??? all he has?

like, it was the one passion he pursued in life, the one way he could connect to people because c'mon (food bringing people together? getting to someone's heart through their stomach?), and in his younger days, he absolutely was able to cook with love

but as soon as he lost his ability to taste and he personally could no longer feel the same joy the people around him felt, that passion changed

it's something he's good at

he knows what flavors go well together he knows the techniques he knows the . . . science of it, for the most part

but all of the feelings that used to go with it are warped and bitter and make his dishes seem . . . well, lacking the soul they could otherwise have

and GOOD GRAVY he's sensitive about that because he wants his dishes to feel like that. he wants people to feel things from his cooking; he just doesn't know how to imbue that anymore now that so many sour feelings surround it, now that he's more or less just cooking bc . . . it's what he's good at.

(someone criticizes his dishes in that way and internally??? he's like YEAH I KNOW)

he can learn again he can learn again he will learn again i will not rest until he's learned again—

[muirneach]

need 2 make peace with mens changerooms immediately cause using the all gender changeroom at my schools gym is okay but in playing hockey this summer and. well. that is a whole other vibe. jeepers

[angiestown]

everyone be glad I am not training you because I am Very Bad At It