#Efficient Video Editing

[number1villainstan]

[Video description: Revolutionary Girl Utena clips edited over the audio from the "you wouldn't like me before my coffee" vine. Touga tips his head back and says "You wouldn't like me before my coffee" in an insufferable tone, and Wakaba replies with "That's so weird because I fucking hate you. All the--every--all the time. Every day." End video description.]

little meme edit I made on a whim

[promiscuousasexual]

esteban ocon in the castrol hyspec technical challenge (ft seen through glass)

[hplonesomeart]

What are your voice headcanons for your OCs? :)

Took a while to compile all the needed clips and credits but HERE YOU GO! The official voice headcannons for all my very mentally unwell characters YIPEEE!! Thank you for caring enough to ask about it (was expecting most followers to just scroll past the post since it’s not Mr. Puzzle related lmao). I cherish them all oh so much and definitely didn’t project my emotions onto them during my time in high school! :’D

This isn’t the direct casting verbatim for the characters btw. For instance, if I was to actually pitch creating a show surrounding these characters to some network down the line, I’d try to find an actual non-binary actor to portray Daniel & better match certain character ethnicities. But as it is, this is a good starting point so I can convey what type of tonal inflections and vocal range I’m envisioning for them in my head. Hope it helps! <3

*Content Warning for the video: Minimal amount of curse words and depressing themes. Trust me the somber tone makes sense and resonates with lore context/overarching storylines

[royalarchivist]

God gives his toughest battles (captioning a video that gives me terrible second-hand embarrassment) to his strongest soldiers (me, unfortunately).

[03349656115]

appleiphone

[sophaeros]

doing a breakdown/analysis of how one of my fav fics does scene transitions for funsies and film has actually ruined my brain i keep describing things as "motivation to cut" (im right tho)

[trendoptimizer]

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[doink]

Seamless Workflow: Copy to Clipboard and Paste to the Timeline in Green Screen by DoInk

Unlock a world of efficiency in your Green Screen by DoInk projects with this game-changing tutorial. In this blog post, we'll guide you through the step-by-step process of copying content from any website and seamlessly pasting it onto your timeline. Whether you're a teacher curating educational resources or a content creator pulling in diverse elements for your videos, this tutorial will elevate your workflow and make the most out of the Copy to Clipboard and Paste features.

What you will learn:

Introduction to the Copy to Clipboard and Paste to the Timeline features in Green Screen by DoInk

Step-by-step guide on copying content from any website

Demonstrating the seamless process of pasting content onto the timeline

Real-world examples for inspiration and application

Enhancing your projects with a diverse range of online resources

Copy to Clipboard and Paste to the Timeline features in Green Screen by DoInk open up new possibilities for your creative journey. Whether you're a teacher or a content creator, harness the power of seamless workflow integration and elevate your projects.

[absolutely-esme]

Amity Park is different

Amity Park has a local superhero.

He's great. He works hard to protect his town. That said, Amity's local hero is a teenager. The people he relies on to help and support him are teenagers. The town's superhero defense is a handful of kids figuring things out on their own.

They do good, but sometimes the people of Amity have to be prepared to lend a hand or hold their own for a bit. That's just how life is under these conditions. Communities come together and support each other. It's fine. People adapt. Life goes on. They're really doing quite well.

A class from Amity Park visits a museum in Gotham on a field trip. They get caught in an unfortunately timed Scarecrow attack.

Scarecrow should have known better than to activate the fight or flight responses of a group of Amity Parkers.

The gas canister drops and discharges. The field trip group explodes into action.

A pair of Football players quickly overturns a table and use it as a shield as they charge the goons with the most firepower. Cheerleaders toss each other into the air for aerial attacks. Nerds turn objects from a nearby Janitor closet into a surprisingly effective trebuchet with astounding speed. One girl utilizes impressive martial arts skills.

A boy with Black hair and blue eyes flits about the battlefield pilfering and disassembling weapons with a shocking degree of efficiency as a Goth girl follows him around and bludgeon anyone who attempts to make a grab for him with a stand that had been holding up a rope barrier, and a boy in a beret lays down cover fire by launching pencils out of a makeshift bow formed from a binder and rubber bands with a startling degree of accuracy.

The teacher flits around pulling kids out of the path of attacks they hadn't seen, stowing any injured behind cover, and giving foes solid thwack on the noggin when the opportunity arises. He actually ends up knocking out Scarecrow himself.

The statement "We're not trapped in here with you. You're trapped in here with us," is repeated several times by different people.

When the Bats or police arrive, they have to carefully pull the feildtrip group off of the unfortunate rogues.

It takes a while to get the antidotes administered, but they do eventually manage. The class remains in defensive formation the whole time.

When the kids finally calm down enough to give statements, they mostly just say that Scarecrow gets what he gets for deliberately activating Amity Parkers' fight or flight responses. After the antidotes take effect, the class seems unfazed and goes about their business as soon as the authorities allow.

Some other visitors to the museum upload videos of the event online with titles like "the one class that was prepared for a field trip to Gotham" and "What kind of place is Amity Park, and why haven't I heard of it before?"

It doesn't take long for people to edit the videos to set the fight to music. Popular song choices include Ballroom Blitz, Bring 'em Out by Hawk Nelson, and the "we like to party" song from the six flags commercial.

Now the Bats are investigating Amity Park (and why they haven't heard of it before).

[fawnme1]

BETWEEN TAKES AND GLANCES || ARTHURTV

summary; you were never meant to be apart of arthur’s videos — you were the friend behind the camera.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

The first time you met Arthur, it wasn’t cute.

It was chaotic, awkward, and involved you accidentally walking into his shot while he was mid-rant about a “90 Day Fiancé” character who had, quote, “the emotional range of a cardboard box.” You’d been invited by a mutual friend to a small creator gathering, and you weren’t even planning to talk to him — he’d always felt slightly intimidating through the screen, all dry wit and sharp commentary.

But in person? He was more flustered than fierce. A bit clumsy. Sweater slightly wrinkled. Hair doing its own thing. Less of a Youtube persona and more of a real person who tripped over his own words when you asked what he did full-time.

That should’ve been your first clue.

It’s been more months since then. Now, Arthur’s flat feels like your second home. You’ve been there enough to know which cupboard hides the decent mugs and which one he always forgets to restock. You’ve sat through enough edits to recongise his sighs — the good ones, when a cut lands perfectly, and the bad ones, when he’s spiraling into self-doubt again.

You don’t talk about how often you stay late. How often he finds a reason to keep you around.

Tonight, he’s struggling with a camera angle, standing precariously on a chair because he insists on doing everything himself, even the tripod setup. You’re lying on the floor with your phone, recording his struggle purely for blackmail purposes.

“If you fall, I’m keeping this footage for your funeral montage,” you say, deadpan.

Arthur snorts. “You’re morbid.”

“Just efficient.”

He adjusts the mic one last time and hops down, barely catching his balance. “Right. You sitting in for this one or just watching me embarrass myself?”

You glance at the messy makeshift set: his usual corner, a ring light already making his forehead glisten slightly, the infamous background wall filled with chaotic thumbnails and odd podcards.

“I’ll sit in. Only to make fun of you, though.”

“You always say that.”

And you always mean it. Until the camera starts rolling, and you find yourself watching him — not mocking, not teasing. Just… watching.

There’s something magnetic about the way he slips into his commentary voice. Still him, but polished. You notice how his hands move when he’s passionate about a point. How his eyes flick toward you after a joke, checking to see if you laughed. Like your reaction is the only one that matters.

You don’t say anything. Not yet.

The shoot runs long. It always does, because he either talks too much or rewatches clips a dozen times “just to be sure.” You sit beside him while he edits, chewing on cold takeway and humming the outro music under your breath. He’s wearing an oversized hoodiee you’ve claimed as your favourite, even if he hasn’t noticed.

“You should be charging me for your company,” he says around a mouthful of noodles.

“I accept payment in oat milk and validation.”

“I’m fresh out of both.”

You nudge his leg with yours. “Liar. You’ve got loads of validation stored up in those YouTube comments.”

Arthur rolls his eyes. “Ah yes, nothing fuels the soul quite like strangers telling me I’m their parasocial boyfriend.”

“Could be worse,” you tease. “They could be calling you Daddy again.”

He groans, dropping his head into his hands. “I will never forgive you for bringing that up.”

You grin. But the smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes — because beneath all the laughter, something lingers. You’ve gotten used to this rhythm: close but never quite touching. Joking, always. Admitting nothing.

You wonder how long you can live in this in-between before it breaks you.

Later, long after the video’s uploaded and the leftovers are cleared, you find yourselves on his tiny balcony. The London air is cool and slightly damp, the way it always is at night. Arthur hands you a mug of tea and leans on the railing beside you, both of you silent.

You sip, let the quiet settle.

Then he says it.

“I think I’m scared I’m not good enough.”

You turn to look at him.

He doesn’t meet your eyes. Just stares out at the city like he’s talking to the skyline. “Like… people watch the videos and think they know me. And sometimes I wonder if they’d like the actual version. The one who overthinks texts and burns pasta and needs three hours to film a ten-minute video.”

You don’t answer right away.

Instead, you reach out and link your pinky with his. It’s small. Barely a touch. But his breath catches like it means everything.

“They’d be lucky to know you,” you say. “I already am.”

The next morning, he edits that episode down to twenty-two minutes. Somewhere in the background, your laugh slips in while he’s mid-rant. He considers cutting it. But he doesn’t.

Because you’re a part of this now. Not just behind the scenes, not just as a casual friend who sticks around too long. You’re woven into it. Into him.

The comments clock it instantly.

“why does arthur look happier??? like… softly happy??”

“was that HER laugh?? again???”

“blink twice if you’re dating the camera assistant.”

You both laugh it off. Pretend it’s nothing. You joke about soft launches and private relationships and how you’d never date a man who owns three half-broken tripods.

But your pinky still finds his every time you sit beside him.

And you wonder how much longer you’ll pretend.

The day it starts to change is a filming day, like any other. Arthur’s filming a reaction video with you sitting just off-camera, as usual — on the floor with a hoodie two sizes too big and a mug of tea you stole from his kitchen.

He keeps glancing at you while filming, barely noticeable if you don’t know him. But you do. You know that half-second flick of his eyes, that corner-of-the-mouth smirk he doesn’t give to the camera. It’s yours.

You’re mid-sip when he says something so ridiculous that tea comes out your nose.

“Oh my god,” he says, turning fully to look at you. “Are you twelve?”

“You made a sponge bath joke?” you wheeze, grabbing a tissue.

He breaks into laughter that derails the entire video. And it’s not the amused chuckle he usually gives for camera. It’s real. Loud and messy. Warm.

He cuts the camera.

“Sorry,” he says breathlessly, wiping his eyes. “Can’t use any of that now.”

You wipe your face, snorting. “Worth it.”

He looks at you then, properly. His face softens, and something unspoken sits between you. For a second, neither of you say anything.

But then you hear the sound of the camera still running.

The audio. The whole moment.

“Arthur—”

“I cut it.”

You pause. “No, you didn’t.”

His cheeks flush. “Okay, I meant to cut it.”

He reaches over and hits stop, dragging a hand down his face with a groan.

You start laughing again. “Your subscribers are about to see me snort tea and nearly die.”

“They’ll fall more in love with you than they already are,” he mumbles, almost too quiet to catch.

Your breath hitches. “What?”

But he’s already standing. “Nothing. I’ll… I’ll edit it. Don’t worry.”

You let it go — for now.

The video goes up two days later. The tea-snorting clip stays in.

It’s the most commented-on moment.

“the way he looks at her after she almost dies.”

“soft arthurtv is not something i was emotionally prepared for.”

“y’all see that little smile?? that wasn’t for us. that was for her.”

You want to laugh it off like you always do. But it’s harder this time. Because they’re right.

And you don’t know what to do with that.

Things feel different after that. Not bad, just… heavier.

Arthur gets quiet sometimes. Like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. You try to fill the gaps with jokes, comfort, anything — but the weight’s still there.

And then it breaks.

It’s a late night. You’re helping him edit again. The audio isn’t syncing properly and he’s exhausted, shadows under his eyes, shoulders tense. You reach over to fix the timeline and he snaps.

“Can you not, please? I know what I’m doing.”

You freeze. He never talks to you like that.

“I was just—”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Silencce.

You sit back, suddenly cold.

“Cool,” you say quietly. “You don’t need me, then.”

You get up. Grab your jacket. His expression shifts instantly.

“Wait, I didn’t mean—”

“I know,” you say. “That’s the problem. You only say the real stuff when you don’t mean to.”

He stands. “Please don’t go like this.”

You pause at the door. Your voice comes out softer than you want.

“I’ve been here for everything, Arthur. Every 3 a.m. edit, every panic spiral, every time you needed someone. And I’m still the person sitting just off camera.”

He doesn’t answer.

You leave.

You don’t talk for two days.

He doesn’t text. You don’t reach out.

You tell yourself you’re being dramatic. That between a tea-stained laugh and a look he didn’t mean to give you on camera.

And you think maybe he did too.

On the third day, your phone lights up.

Arthur: Can you come over? Please.

You stare at the message for a minute. Then another. Then you go.

He opens the door looking like he hasn’t slept. Hair a mess. Hoodie inside out. He doesn’t say anything at first — just stands there, eyes flicking over your face like he’s checking if you’re really here.

Then, softly: “You were right.”

You say nothing, waiting.

“I do say the real stuff when I don’t mean to. Because if I meant to say it, I’d have to admit I feel things that scare the hell out of me.”

Your chest tightens.

“I don’t know how to do this properly,” he says, voice cracking. “But I’ve been falling for you for months. And I think I just kept pretending it was nothing so I wouldn’t lose you.”

You take a step forward. “You never had to pretend.”

He blinks. “You…?”

“I’ve been in love with you this whole time, Arthur.”

His mouth opens. Then closes. Then he does the only thing that makes ense — he pulls you in.

The kiss is soft. A little clumsy. Years of tension melting into one perfect, shaky exhale. He holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, and you kiss him like you’ve been waiting a lifetime.

You don’t film that night.

You sit on the couch, wrapped in the same hoodie, knees tucked under his, and for the first time — he lets the world wait.

Later, he uploads a video with a title that reads:

“The One Where I Almost Ruined Everything (but didn’t).”

You’re in the background again. Not just your laugh or your hand this time. You. Sitting next to him. Soft smile. Real.

And the top comment?

“oh. we’re not in the soft launch era anymore. this is the full release.”

[bellshazes]

Grand Unified Theory of Ethubs: Horse Edition

I started this almost a year ago, and at this point it's weirder than any Etho & Bdubs fiction could be, but it's all true, or at least every point has a valid citation. This is an attempt to explain why I find their dynamic as represented in on-video interactions and their own metatextual commentary (in-video asides, deliberate 'OOC' fourth wall breaks, casual livestream/other medial chat/commentary, etc.) compelling.

Horsing Around, or, Experience over Efficiency

THESIS: Although their singleplayer series and general playstyles appear totally opposed, their approaches are actually two different manifestations of the same underlying principles. These behaviors are reinforced and rewarded by their long-running singleplayer series. This combination of aligned gameplay idiosyncracies and a shared but frequently separate play history are the root cause of their opaque and silently mutually-agreed interpersonal dynamics.

The horse obsession is the most obvious modern symptom of these shared gameplay values, and it's useful for illustrating both Etho and Bdubs' underlying principles. Their horsegirl behavior is charming at face value alone, dating back to their Mindcrack days and begetting long-running jokes and feuds. Their history together predates horses themselves, but even in pre-elytra Mindcrack, their fixation on horse transit marked them as kindred eccesntrics on a server with robust nether minecart travel (which, in two cases, they themselves built). All aspects of their modern bespoke mutual eccentrisim is evident, including their shared commitment to experience over efficiency - prioritizing pleasant, manual engagement with game mechanics over pure automation and optimization.

Etho is perhaps most famous for his redstone - and consequently automation - but it has never been for automation's sake. He has always vocally prioritized active gameplay over efficient AFK design, especially in singelplayer. For a long time, he played with no armor to make the game harder - save Feather Falling diamond boots, so he wouldn't die to fall damage while constantly ender pearling everywhere. It's part preference, part pragmatism: he is clear about his feelings on what fair and fun gameplay is, but he chooses constraints (no AFKing, strict survival) because it suits the combination of his audience and the series in question, not universal moral standards. In the hyper-industrial economy of s7-onwards Hermitcraft, the audience-to-series calculus is different; his preference leads him to collect stacks of almost every item so he can functionally emulate the freedom of creative mode in survival, even if it means tolerating AFK design to achieve that. Leaning into unconventional locomation makes for more interesting, if useless, inventions. To survive, pleasure of active play comes first, and the rest follows.

In apparent contrast, Bdubs has no desire to build complicated contraptions for invention's sake, typically using other people's farm designs and inventing his own in service of enlivening builds or enviornments. He even pokes fun at his own in-game Luddite tendencies through Redstone with Bdubs' failures and his vocal hatred of the post-1.16 nether. In singleplayer, he's historically switched to creative sessions, particularly for public livestreams, to balance his own scales of production goals to audience judgement. As his skill as a builder has grown and he designs not just buildings but areas to be viewed and interacted with from certain angles, the greater the reward choosing to go by foot or horse becomes. But as with Etho, these choices are in service of enjoyable, immersive gameplay before any other criterion.

By the time Etho and Bdubs enounter each other directly, they have each been doing singleplayer survival longe enough to develop opinions and preferences that enable them to continue these worlds through the next decade. They both independently decide from the get-go that it's the only way to maintain the grind of creating single- and multiplayer videos long term.

Horsing around, then, illuminates how their shared real-world material constraints and similar approaches to their different in-game disciplines allows them to become kindred eccentrics. Their friendship predates in-game horses, but it endures a decade later, long after elytra makes horses obsoltete to most of their peers. The horse obsession endures as a rarely shared outlet for a need to prolong play and therefore to maximise the moment-to-moment enjoyment of playing.

Courses of Horses, or, Community and Conflict

While horsing around is illustrative of their singleplayer influences, it illuminates their multiplayer priorities as well. In a long-term singleplayer world, drawing out pleasure from rote chores and travel is essential. With others, time and energy spent to create infrastructure for others to share becomes its own self-perpetuating reward.

From their first Mindcrack season together to present-day Hermitcraft season 10, both are prone to building nether hubs out of a sense of obligation and desire for easy travel, elaborate combat arenas that unite technical features with thoughtful area design, and horse timers and racecourses. All three major trends translate personal preferences into major public projects that invite others into their playstyle wheelhouses. The accursed season-ending curse of combat arenas and horse courses are also specifically competitive. For players like Etho and Bdubs, for whom playing is in service of video creation, multiplayer is made enjoyable - and so, sustainable - by drawing out what distinguishes it from singleplayer.

Only through the presence of another person can you access stories and playstyles that depend on antagonists. This doesn't stop either of them from inventing them when alone, such as Etho's General Spaz, or Bdubs' Wells Glazes and McGee (and even arguably Red in Hermitcraft s6), but they do both have preferred tropes for conflict creation.

They trend toward different antagonist tropes, with Etho revelling in faux-innocent trolling and generally keeping authority figures from getting too serious while Bdubs moves from blatant heel to archetypal Fool over the years. Etho is generally more likely to engage in one-off, individual pranks, spend time on playing or building minigames, and join server-wide events by accident or insofar as he can be a casual anti-authority troll. Bdubs is willing to take charge instigating large storylines, though he becomes a pathological henchman when his comfort with the Fool role exceeds his need to instigate. In whole-server conflicts, this usually puts them where they're most comfortable - on opposite sides, giving each other a hard time.

Conflict is a gift, one not exclusively given to each other but ennabled together and apart for their other friends and co-players, but frequently manifesting through their shared history, priorities, and preferences as a strange language only the two of them seem to be able to speak. Early on, Etho rudely informs Bdubs what Bdubs' armor prefrences are and by the Trial, Bdubs is correctly predicting how he can make Etho jealous of his armor gains. Over a decade later, Etho can simply include a potion farm in a normal-seeming part of a regular Hermitcraft video and Bdubs will correctly identify it as a taunt only intelligible to him, retaliation for forgetting they'd meant to partner on a shop together.

They need to embrace mechancis like horses to survive; they provide exra incentive to the entire server to share that productive enjoyment with them in their infrastructure and horse courses; and by extension, their massive continuity of in-jokes and lighthearted complaints about each other both alienates them as a unit from others in a way that itself becomes a productive vehicle of community conflict or interaction. While the full history and ramifications of this fond, conflict-based idiolect are an entirely separate essay, this strange relationship is them at the extremes of who they've each decided to be, and are in continuity with the servers and series they've shared over so many years.

It is not divisible into c! and cc! interacitons because the real world commonalities drive their work friendship and their story-producing mutual obsessions. They know each other so well, so automatically, so much as foils of great mutual but often indirect respect that direct, total certainty expressed by one side is unsettling, creating doubt and distrust. But that dynamic, loving, and conflict-based idiolect produced by two people able to commit to the extremes of who they've each decided to be, together and unalone, requires its own set of essays to unpack.

"If I Had a Nickel...", Episode 1

For every time they started a big community-focused collaboration and the season ended before they could finish it…

Mindcrack season 4 fire and ice arena

Mindcrack FTB Call of Duty arena

Mindcrack season 5 horse course (ft. Doc, Genny; Doc makes a joke about hoping this doesn't happen on this project, given their past track record)

Hermitcraft season 8 horse course (recreated in season 9 for the charity event)

For every time they resurrected a decade-old joke that they both instantly recognize and everybody else is a little confused about at first because seriously it's been like 10 years…

"Pink" hoodie, Mindcrack s4/5 (1, ??) to Hermitcraft s7

Obsidian coffin prank, Mindcrack s4 to Hermitcraft s7 and s9 and 10

Scissor lift invention, Mindcrack s3 to Hermitcraft s10

Sickness, Mindcrack s4/5 to Last Life

Whether or not Bdubs knows what plethora means, Mindcrack FTB to Secret Life

HONORABLE RECENT MENTION: life series crastle anatomy

Asking is this horse course realistic racing or Mario Kart and it's Mario Kart

Mindcrack s5 ep177

hcs8 ep4

Additional Exemplary Clips & Sources

Ballad of Beyonc? and Taylor Swift

Etho heckling the horse-hunting stream via YT chat

You s- you s- YOU JERK (horse moment, appears in WL), ep1

You are the master and the only way to get to your heart is through horses, ep6

Spider spawner hangout, Bdubs Mindcrack eps 21-23

we're kind of at that level where asking isnt even necessary, right? (morry's)

they don't talk directly compilation

Red (pink) trainee uniform with Complex Inside Joke book explanation

[nihilistem]

adhd study affirmations + tips to stray from discouragement by a stem student with adhd.

you’re not always going to be consistent. you’re not always going to be motivated. you’re not always going to be efficient. and that is okay.

edit : thank you so much to whoever blazed this post. It means the world to me.

and the fact that you even got this far is an accomplishment in and of itself. In this line of work, people aren’t always the kindest to neurodivergent people especially since our symptoms can often hinder our performance academically.

if you’re good to go after reading the above, I’ve also made a post regarding adhd study tips that I haven’t seen anywhere else. (Part 2 is here!) But, if you’re burned out like me, feel free to keep reading.

honestly, these might serve a bit more as reminders because they’re kinda simple but even I needed this, so, here we go.

do not seek advice from anyone neurotypical unless it genuinely helps you. I cannot tell you the amount of time and tears I could have saved if I just considered the fact that just because popular self-improvement tips or study techniques didn’t work for me, it doesn’t mean I’m stupid or useless. It simply means our brains isn’t motivated by the same things neurotypical ones are, and therefore a lot of popular self-improvement videos or study tips aren’t going to work for you because 90% of the time, they’re not designed to work for neurodivergent people. So if you’d like to seek help in this area, look for tips and videos that ARE for neurodivergent people.

you might experience burnout a lot more than others. again, that is fine. if this doesn’t apply to you, great! Feel free to skip to the next tip/affirmation. If this does apply to you, read this carefully; if you’ve had any sort of streak in studying right now, chances are you know at least a portion of your studies were led purely on interest, curiosity or even novelty, as these are what keep us engaged in our studies. Knowing this, it is natural for you to experience burnout more frequently than others due to the possible hyperfixations that have been forming around your work. If you get burned out, please remember to take a break for a day and make sure it is efficient. Like your studies, your breaks are the key to having efficient study sessions in the future. So please treat yourself, especially if you’ve been working extra hard!

do not admire studious fictional characters unless it genuinely helps you or they too are neurodivergent. I know this technically could have been thrown in with tip number 1 but I felt like this tip alone is so important, because nowadays I see a lot of study tips with the title, ‘how to study like (insert studious fictional character here)’ and when I look at the post it kinda repeats the same few study tips I see all the time like ‘stay organized’ or ‘time block your day’ and I feel like admiring fictional characters who do things that don’t work for you can be damaging for your mental health, because we’re already told by neurotypical people all around us that we’re slow or lazy just because we don’t do things the way they do, and I think idolizing neurotypical people that make us feel bad at the end of the day just further promotes that kind of toxic thinking.

expect that a routine/schedule/technique that has been working for a while now may not continue to work in the future. things will always have to be new for us to be interested or engaged, that being said, if you expect this in the future you won’t be frustrated with yourself because you already had this in mind. It doesn’t mean you’re not smart. It doesn’t mean you’re lazy. It doesn’t mean you’re useless. It just means that you’ve done what you could, and now it’s time to move on to another routine/schedule/technique.

keep doing the things you love alongside work. I find that because our symptoms may cause us to fall behind on our studies, we tend to neglect our other needs as human beings just to make up for the fact that we simply do not learn or pick things up the same way neurotypical people do. Your hobbies and interests need to be part of your day, just as your studies do, even if you may take longer to learn things or remember important concepts in your studies. Neglecting your hobbies or interests can lead to even more frequent burn outs and even a relapse in depression and anxiety, so please take care of yourself and recognize that you need and deserve these things just as much as anyone else.

regularly discover what works for you on your own. here’s the thing; neurodivergent or not, no two brains work the same. Of course it is good to try out advice or tips you find online because they’re backed up by experience, but they’re backed up by that person’s experience with working with their own brain. So naturally, you need to find what works with your brain. Be open to trying everything, even the tips that are discouraged like listening to lyrical music while studying. That was the only way I learnt that this tip actually does help me at times, even when many people have said that it negatively affects your focus.

that’s all I have right now guys, I think I’m experiencing burn out or probably falling back into depression again so more than anything this also served as a reminder for me, but I really hope it also helped you guys nonetheless.

As always, tell me if you guys would like more posts like these and I’ll be happy to make more <33 please take care of yourself guys, and remember that your studies is just one aspect of your life. There are other aspects that need your care and attention too.

[andhumanslovedstories]

Writing prompt: death wants to retire

Thanks for the prompt! This sentence is a link to a video where you can watch me write it in real time!

I thought it'd be fun to record myself writing. Partially to keep myself focused, partially because I watch a lot of people play video games for background sound and I was like, "I can do that but nerdier," and partially because I thought other people might like writing along. We can all do one big asynchronous writing sprint together. It's available for free over on the Cracked Spines patreon, which seemed like the least intimidating way to post a 45 min video of me, alone, doing a creative work. It's like a lofi ASMR video. I talk very softly. I cannot stress how asleep everyone else in the house was while I did this.

I wrote the story below in about fifty mins. I wrote most of it by hand in thirty minutes. That's the video. Then I typed up what I wrote here, did some minor edits, and then actually tried to reach any conclusion. The ** below marks where the writing originally ended. I tried to stay true to the idea of free-writing by hand, so I just put down words and powered ahead.

First there was nothing. Then there was something. Then there was Brittany. In the name of efficiency, I am skipping over a few eons between my creation and Brittany's.

She wasn't a bad person. People who believe certain people should die young wouldn't have said she deserved such a fate. No one deserves anything. I am not a matter of morality. A quick survey of any tragedy will tell you such, and there has never been any shortage of tragedy to study.

She died in her bathroom. A lot of people die in the bathroom. That sounds undignified to those who care about such things, but I personally find the concept of dying at all anywhere from anything mortifying. It has never seemed to make much a difference what room of your house sees your end. Still, we must cater (or at least, I occasionally chose to cater) to the tender sensitivities of mortals. Especially those who have just learned how mortal they are.

"Can I please just pull up my pants?" what remained of Brittany asked me. The container than had once enclosed her was slumped face-down on the tile floor. The position looked like it would feel uncomfortable if the body had the capacity to feel.

"No," I said.

"Please?"

"It's not a matter of permission. I have no power to affect the physical world. Neither do you."

Brittany bent down and passed her hand through her corpse a few times. Humans never just believe you. "What if my unfinished business leads me to become a ghost? Do I get ghost powers? Can ghost powers do anything here?"

"There is not such thing as ghosts."

For the first time since I informed her that she was dead, Brittany looked surprised. "Then what am I right now?"

"A soul."

"How is that different from a ghost?"

"The idea of a ghost is that after a person has left their body, something of them remains behind."

"Which I am, right now," she said.

"You're not. I am getting you. After this, I will take you. There can never be such a thing as a ghost because I do my job."

"Every time?" she asked.

"Always."

"What about everyone else who died at the same time I did?"

"I am talking with them as well." I paused. "Most of them have already moved on."

"Sorry that my death is slowing you down." She did not sound sorry. Humans say things like that sometimes.

"It is not. Nothing slows me. Nothing stops me. This moment between us will never be longer than a moment."

Through force of habit, Brittany tried to check her phone. Because the habit was so deeply ingrained, she succeeded. Now separate from the imposed frame of the physical world, everything she was and had right now was whatever her mind could conceive it to be. "When did I die?" she asked, looking at the clock.

"You didn't at the precise moment that we are talking. You will never get another moment."

She kept looking down at her phone, though she didn't seem to see it. "I guess that's okay," she said at last. "Who wants to see their roommate find their dead body? God, do you think she'll even be sad?"

Insomuch as I can, my form being what it is, I shrugged. I did not have experience with aftermath. By definition, by the time it arrives, I am gone. "Come," I said.

"Hmm," she replied. "What if--hear me out--what if--"

"There is nothing you can do to rearrange your corpse."

"That's not what I'm asking."

I knew that. She was making her boring request. I received it more often than a human mind can conceive, and each time the person requesting it thought they might be the exception.

"No," I said.

"C'mon."

"Compelling argument."

"I'm not saying forever!" Brittany protested. "Just--not right now. A little more time."

"You may remain in this moment for as long as you see fit," I said. "Then, you will go."

"Do you stay with me the whole time?"

"Yes."

Brittany made an expression that a less detached manifestation of the universe might have found insulting. "So I can spend forever in this exact unchanging moment in time, stuck in the bathroom where I died on the toilet, with the Angel of Death who keeps tapping their foot and checking their watch."

Reader, I possess neither feet for a watch. This is one of the many ways in which Brittany Park misrepresented the situation.

"You are dead," I reminded her.

"But I don't want to be!" She threw up her hands. They were already less hand-shaped than they'd been when we'd first started talking. She was forgetting the shape she used to inhabit. It would not be long now.

"Please," she asked.

**There is no construct in all of creation that has been pleaded to more than I. Once--when I was just formed and new to the concept of myself, when the something that came out of the nothing had just realized that everything eventually ended--begging affected me more. You cannot let such appeals hold sway. As I told Brittany, this was not a matter of permission. She was asking gravity to not pull her down to earth. If gravity felt guilt, what use did that serve anyone?

"No one escapes death but Death," I told her.

She brightened up suddenly. "Okay! Then how do I become Death?"

No time passed in the forever moment we inhabited. If time had passed, you could have said there was an inordinately long pause that followed this statement.

"I am Death," I reminded her.

"Sure," Brittany said flippantly. "But like, forever?"

She completed the dying process shortly after this conversation. It was inevitable. Liquid water does not hold its shape when the vessel that contained it breaks. When she forgot herself entirely, when she could no longer conceive of the division between that which was her and that which was everything else, I swept her gently into my coin purse. Across the world, across the universe, across a vast endlessness that ate even now at the nothingness from which everything had emerged, I performed the same function for uncountable organisms on every scale of existence. I reaped a microbe. I reaped a star. I reaped Brittany. And the work continued, unchanged, as it had been unchanged since the beginning, as I had been unchanged since the distant agony of my first death, when I decided what I did could never again be allowed to hurt so deeply.

And yet I keep hearing the question: forever? She had said it the same way she had said, "C'mon." An appeal to my reason. Asking me to admit what we both knew was obvious, what we both knew was ridiculous. Forever? I am what I am forever?

The answer is in the affirmative. Anything else would be impossible. Humans enjoy pondering the counterfactual. I have never seen any reason to concern myself with more than what is. I will forget the words in time, as I have undoubtedly forgotten others like it. If the thought seems to linger, then there has simply not been enough time. I can wait. I have forever.

[themarkofoxin]

sorry to say this but y’all are going to have to accept that AI, including gen AI, is going to be integrated progressively into creative digital workflows. it’s not a maybe—it will. the knee-jerk fear reaction to any mention of AI is reactionary and juvenile. you either have to accept this or forever be pissed off at anyone who creates in a digital medium, becaue functions like photoshop’s generative fill or premiere’s enhance audio or algorithmic noise suppression will become and are actively becoming mundane aspects of digital workflows.

there are two important things to keep in mind: first, that companies like adobe are cashing in on the AI buzz and so will label as many minor functions of their apps “AI” as possible; second, everyone wants to use the best and most efficient tools available to them. together this means that as all kinds of AI advance, artists will use it. they will use it to recolor sections of paintings, or generative fill a section of the background after moving where a hand or head was that was blocking it, or balance and clean up audio in video editing. it’s fine if you don’t want to use it, but panicking about anyone who gets even slightly adjacent to AI tools will soon have you alienating the professional artists you claim to be defending.

[the-chromawheel]

Good morning Sweden, welcome back to another episode of

-//- Groomberg News -//-

In today's session we'll be covering more about our favorite esteemed gamedev groomer! If you're afraid of monsters, be wary! Todays story might make you cry of fear

So Andreas' TikTok account got deleted

(This is a dead link)

This was likely because of his allegations getting very wide coverage as a result of LeonTalksAlot and Sileskios making videos about him

One of which he ironically tried to take down

This is fascinating since his TikTok is definitely the account he relies on censorship the most - As it allows creators to delete comments on their posts entirely, including ones calling them out for grooming He has done this a lot

It appears he got tired of spending 26 hours a day censoring people, searching his name up all across social media and deleting comments to defend himself - So he just deleted his TikTok entirely. Less work to do I guess?

EDIT: (This was already outdated by the time I decided to post it but he revealed on instagram that the reason was because of a false report! my headcanon is that TikTok's algorithm does not like groomers. But it was probably just that people learnt what he did and reported his old videos)

Anyway in the time since my last post, he became moderator of his subreddit (r/cryoffear) and has banned multiple users for mentioning the allegations (me included lmao)

(Previously he would just command his mods on what to do, now he's there directly to ban people himself! Efficient!)

Just hoping he doesn't make some response like "I am sorry to say but I have deleted my TikTok account... The witch hunting has gone too far, the hate is too much for my mental health" He will likely say something like that IF HE DOES talk about it since he loves to play victim

(Now that he HAS made a response, he did take quite an emotional route with his explanation. Poor guy lost the TikTok account he used to manipulate his audience, very sad sad news)

This is painfully ironic as his victims received far worse hate from obsessed Cry of Fear fans for quite literally getting groomed by him. One of his victims abandoned all their accounts and has no publicly known social media presence anymore I guess he almost knows how it feels now

Be sure to tune back to Groomberg News in probably multiple months when I remember this account exists again. I'm afraiding my monster so hard right now

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