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[theabstruseone]

I slept in and just woke up, so here's what I've been able to figure out while sipping coffee:

Twitter has officially rebranded to X just a day or two after the move was announced.

The official branding is that a tweet is now called "an X", for which there are too many jokes to make.

The official account is still @twitter because someone else owns @X and they didn't reclaim the username first.

The logo is 𝕏 which is the Unicode character Unicode U+1D54F so the logo cannot be copyrighted and it is highly likely that it cannot be protected as a trademark.

Outside the visual logo, the trademark for the use of the name "X" in social media is held by Meta/Facebook, while the trademark for "X" in finance/commerce is owned by Microsoft.

The rebranding has been stopped in Japan as the term "X Japan" is trademarked by the band X JAPAN.

Elon had workers taking down the "Twitter" name from the side of the building. He did not have any permits to do this. The building owner called the cops who stopped the crew midway through so the sign just says "er".

He still plans to call his streaming and media hosting branch of the company as "Xvideo". Nobody tell him.

This man wants you to give him control over all of your financial information.

Edit to add further developments:

Yes, this is all real. Check the notes and people have pictures. I understand the skepticism because it feels like a joke, but to the best of my knowledge, everything in the above is accurate.

Microsoft also owns the trademark on X for chatting and gaming because, y'know, X-box.

The logo came from a random podcaster who tweeted it at Musk.

The act of sending a tweet is now known as "Xeet". They even added a guide for how to Xeet.

The branding change is inconsistent. Some icons have changed, some have not, and the words "tweet" and "Twitter" are still all over the place on the site.

TweetDeck is currently unaffected and I hope it's because they forgot that it exists again. The complete negligence toward that tool and just leaving it the hell alone is the only thing that makes the site usable (and some of us are stuck on there for work).

This is likely because Musk was forced out of PayPal due to a failed credit line project and because he wanted to rename the site to "X-Paypal" and eventually just to "X".

This became a big deal behind the scenes as Musk paid over $1 million for the domain X.com and wanted to rebrand the company that already had the brand awareness people were using it as a verb to "pay online" (as in "I'll paypal you the money")

X.com is not currently owned by Musk. It is held by a domain registrar (I believe GoDaddy but I'm not entirely sure). Meaning as long as he's hung onto this idea of making X Corp a thing, he couldn't be arsed to pay the $15/year domain renewal.

Bloomberg estimates the rebranding wiped between $4 to $20 billion from the valuation of Twitter due to the loss of brand awareness.

The company was already worth less than half of the $44 billion Musk paid for it in the first place, meaning this may end up a worse deal than when Yahoo bought Tumblr.

One estimation (though this is with a grain of salt) said that Twitter is three months from defaulting on its loans taken out to buy the site. Those loans were secured with Tesla stock. Meaning the bank will seize that stock and, since it won't be enough to pay the debt (since it's worth around 50-75% of what it was at the time of the loan), they can start seizing personal assets of Elon Musk including the Twitter company itself and his interest in SpaceX.

Sesame Street's official accounts mocked the rebranding.

[luludeluluramblings]

Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family Part Four

Part One ☁️ Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️ Part Five

Warnings: Pregnancy, Yandere themes, Fem!Reader, and one more that I will not say just be prepared at the end.

You knew Bruce would find out eventually. As much as you liked to pretend he wouldn't you knew. It was only a matter of time until he had noticed what was going on under his roof. You also knew he'd have a bad reaction to it. You just hadn't realized how bad until the day came.

The attic of Wayne manor became your new domain. Surprisingly, it wasn't as dark and gloomy as the rest of the manor.

The light from the dormers filled the space with warm light that was rare to see in a place like Gotham. The old vintage things stored about made it feel like a timeless, but lived in space. No faces of strangers from portraits or the one's you'd pass in the halls in sight. Boxes of photo's and some historical relics were all over the sprawling space.

It truly felt like lives had been lived from the items you found and not just names you where somehow related too.

You primarily came up here search for things for your future nursery. There was a town home in the more stable side of Gotham that you had been eyeing. A charming little place that could use some time, love, and care. But, it had two bedrooms and you could buy it with cash.

Sure, you had wanted to get out of Gotham. Run off back to the childhood home you'd been left to inherit. But, traveling by plane with your constant nausea seemed daunting.

It was probably the worry eating at you. The new parent jitters. Traveling with a baby right after birth? Sounds difficult. Traveling with a toddler? Even worse.

You had to fight the overwhelming feeling of becoming a parent often. To stubborn to give in or give up. Now, your battle with your hormones? That fight was easily lost. Tears were annoying, but you didn't care how much you cried as long as you got what you wanted. Which was your baby boy in your arms and some peace for the both of you.

You had wanted to get out of Gotham. Go back where there was grass and less insanity. But, you mostly wanted stability and a familiar space. Even if you had to make it on your own for a bit.

Though, what you wanted most at the current moment was to stop sneezing. The dust that caught the light from the window and gave the attic an enchanting look was also agitating your nostrils like hell. It was already sensitive as is from pregnancy. However, now each time you sneezed you felt as if your were going to piss your self.

"A-choo! Urgh, so much damn dust…" You grumble to your self as you dig though the delicate vintage model airplanes. You'll have to get Jason you haul this stuff down to your room until you can hire some movers. You plan on holding the cake and the cornbread over his head for a good long while.

As the old saying goes, when you sneeze it usually means someone's thinking about you. Though that thought didn't cross your mind as you kept having to cross your legs and pray every time your nose itched.

Down below in the cave system beneath the manor, someone was listening into on you. Or trying to. He had to be still pretend to be interested in what Tim was showing him.

"We implemented a new system in the BatComputer that Tim programmed. It allows us to detect alien DNA with the sensor range. Including Kryptonian." Bruce was explaining to Clark while Tim tapped away at the keyboard. Less interested in showing off his creation and more suspicious of while Conner was acting so distracted, for lack of a better word.

"So, you're saying we could use this to see if there are other Kryptonians out in space?" Jon asked curiously, looking at the screen with mild interest from where he's lounging next to Damian.

"Possibly one day. But, this is mostly so we can have a better understanding on how much of Earth’s population is actually human." Comes Bruce's pragmatic answer as he stand stoic still, though with a the ever slightest twitch of his lips.

"Another one of your contingency plans incase we’re all slowly replaced with lizard people?" Clark's joking causing a few chuckles that echo mildly in the cave.

"It always tickles me that you guys watch alien sci-fi movies." Dick commented from where he stood, looking like Bruce's second in command, but with better humor and a better smile. Causing another round of chuckles to echo. Though Conner wouldn't include himself in that. Too busy listening to you sneeze from the attic and detecting another noise in the general vicinity. Something that he has to fight narrowing his eyes at while he tires to figure it out.

"I’m assuming you want to run a test with it." With an unsurprised look and years of working the man, Clark turns partially towards Bruce with an almost knowing smirk on his face. By now understanding this was the man's way of showing off his children's accomplishments.

"Being that we’re the only aliens you regularly tolerate." Jon tacks on for good measure

"Tolerate is a strong word." Damian responds with impressive deadpan, not even a twitch of muscle in his face. Though, judging by the mirthful look in his eyes, he only halfway meant it. Tim himself smirked at Damian's comment before turning all his focus on to the BatComputer and running the Biological Program he'd spent months developing.

"We might also have a bet going on how many aliens are in— What the hell?"

"What?"

"There’s four signatures in the manor."

"What do you mean there’s four signatures. We’re testing for Kryptonians."

"Yeah," Tim says sarcastically while he's already moving to locate the extra trace of life. "I'm still counting four. It says right here that there’s four Kryptonians!'

"Pull up the cameras. Now." BY the time the order has left Bruce's mouth all of the manor's live security footage is being pulled up on screen for him to scan with his own eyes.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary. No unusual shadows. No misplaced of moving objects. He see's you in the attic, which feels him with fear. Your alone up there and so far away with an unknown anomaly in his home. A home you were suppose to be safe in. "Where’s the signature coming from?"

"… The attic…" Tim says seeing you sneeze on the screen, complete oblivious to the danger and fear everyone was experiencing.

Conner didn’t hesitate. With an unknown signature in the manor your safety was his priority. He didn't even care is Clark or Jon where faster. At that moment, he was just the first to move and the first to react.

No one in the family objected to it either.

Rushing towards the attic with his ears peeled for where the extra signature could have come from, you're in his arms before you could blink. One of the vintage plane models still in your hand as you were rushed form the dust and gentle sunlight of the attic to the cold dark cave below. A shiver running down your spine and as the change in temperature caused your skin to prickle. Already you felt a wave of vertigo hit from the sudden rush of moment.

Causing you to drop the little vintage plan and press a hand against the muscled chest holding you while you took gasping breathes. It was nothing serious, but the sudden shift in altitude and climate had your ears ringing and you eyes struggling to adjust to the shadows and artificial light.

You could feel another, much softer hand touching you in comparison to the strong figure holding you, a slightly soothing noise being made as voices echoed in the room. Or at least you thought is was a room until you realized it was the Bat Cave.

It was very very rare you came down here. You could count on one hand with missing fingers how often you’d been down here.

You’re eyes taking a moment to adjust to the shadows and artificial light as you make out nearly everyone looking at the Bat Computer monitor. Including Bruce's guest.

It's Stephanie that's touching you, her hand just barely having been becoming familiar to you over the past few weeks.

“Thank god, there’s an intruder in the manor. We’re trying to figure out where or who or, hell, even what it is.” She explains, which was nice. You deserved an explanation.

But, more importantly, you glance up to see who was holding you in their arms. Noting with mild surprise that it was Conner. You can’t help giving him a bit of wiry smile. The sudden rush of speed and the strength you could feel made sense. “You can put me down, you know. I ain’t gonna break.”

“No can do. Not after you just gave me a heart attack.” He gives you a shaky smile, completely forgetting the fact that he didn't include any one else in that statement. Just him. You were still to dizzy to catch the specific word yourself as you can faintly hear the discussion of the unknown intruder.

“I can hear an extra heartbeat, but where did the signature go. It vanished as soon as Conner grabbed—“

“The hell is going on?" You can't help asking. Having not been informed of any test as you tried to climb out of Conner's arms. He, however, seemed to have his arms locked tight and they may as well have been steel bars holding you in the air.

You turn towards Clark just as he looks at you with furrowed brows that being to rise almost as fast as he can fly. With a few context clues you piece together what he realized and gave him a narrow look daring to speak.

"Uh… I know where that extra heartbeat is coming from, Bruce. It's doesn't explain the signature. Why would of be Kryptonian…" And, then his eyes go wide as he trails off. It's almost comical to see Superman of all people and creatures with eyes growing to the size of dinner plates as realization hits him. But, you yourself are confused. Surely you being pregnant wasn't that big a deal?

You glance around the room from where your held in Conner's arms. Looking at Stephanie first before the others that knew and the rest that were starting to realize.

An extra heartbeat would make sense. The little bugger that's been fluttering in your abdomen for the past few days with his powerful little kicks would be the reason for that. But, why would--

It's not until you feel yourself being squeezed and everyone turns to look at who is holding you that the slow, slightly rusted gears in your head shift. And, your head moves so fast to look up at the awestruck Conner still holding your ass midair like a crashing airplane carrying precious cargo that you feel another wave of dizziness hit.

"So, it was you! You're the motherfuck--"

"We need to get rid of it." Bruce's voice made you words die in your throat with a choke. All complaints gone as you felt something rush down your spine.

This time it wasn't a chill.

This time it wasn't fear. It's was a good thing Conner was built tough, because the hand you had resting on his chest clawed up as you felt violence bubble in your gut next to your son's gentle fluttering. Faintly you can hear it stutter under neither your palm, but you're not questioning it. You're not even questioning the way his arms seems to curl even more around you are the air leaves your lungs for a different reason this time.

This time you slowly turned towards the man who fucked your mother once and face him with a look that promised you'd tear him apart with your teeth. Even if it killed you.

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A/N: Yeah, sorry to end it on the cliff hanger and unexpectedly like that. I just wanted to convey the anger and the outrage Bruce's reaction caused reader. I struggled with this chapter y'all. Struggled. I rewrote it entirely and changed major plot points, but this has all been flying by the seat of my pants. When I do the AU BatBoys x Pregnant!Reader that will have a lot more planning.

A/N: I made a ko-fi. But, feel free to ignore that. I just wanted Diet Coke. My true vice.

A/N: Don't know when Part Five will come out, but that will be Conner feels and the family's reaction to Reader moving out. I have that roughly drafted.

[hostitsmartcanada]

How do I get a Domain Name From Someone Else?

As you know nowadays choosing a right domain name is a very critical task to establish your online presence. However sometimes the domain name which you wish you a stamp on might now be available in the hands of the distributor as it may be already owned by someone else. Well in that case what should you do? Stay tuned with us because in this blog we will give you a perfect solution and the process of how to buy a domain name from someone else addressing legal and negotiation aspects keeping in mind how to potentially intricate this process. 

Things that can be done to acquire the Domain Name from its current Owner : 

1. Research and identify the current Owner : 

Before diving into the negotiation process it's very much important to know the current owner of the domain. Because then only you can make an offer to them for the domain sale and negotiation. To ease that process you can use domain registration lookup tools like WHOis through which you can easily get the information of the current domain owner and you can easily connect to them for any inquiry. 

2. Negotiation : 

The next step is to negotiate with them and then try to get the Domain at the amount which you are willing to pay to the owner. For that you have to sometimes may have to invest some amount of time to get that and they may have their own reason for holding on it. 

3. Use a Domain Broker : 

If you are having challenges while negotiating or if you are unsure about the process then at that case its a good idea to use a domain broker in between. What he of she does is they act as a intermediary between you and the Owner of the domain helping to facilitate the negotiation and transfer process. 

4. Escrow Service : 

Use an Escrow service to ensure a secure transaction. An escrow service holds the fund until both parties fullfils their obligations. Once the Domain is released to your ownership the funds are released to the seller.

5. Domain Backordering : 

If the domain is nearing to its expiring date you can use domain backordering service. This service doesnt guarantee success but aims to register a domain on your behalf if it becomes available after expiration. 

Conclusion 

Remeber its always crucial to approach the process of domain transfer ethically, respecting the rights of the current owner and adhering to the legal standards. 

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[slattlicker]

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * walking red, talking sweet ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ imagine: he takes you out. someone looks at you wrong. he handles it. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

✧✧✧

the night starts sweet.

you’re in his jacket—big, dark, smelling like cedar and sin. your dress glimmers beneath it, legs bare in the breeze. he keeps one hand in his coat pocket, the other resting on your lower back as you walk home, the movie you just saw still lingering in your bones.

he’s not much of a romantic. but he’s warm, and he listens, and he always brings a second drink just in case the theater’s soda tastes like sugar water again.

and right now, under the halo of streetlights and city noise, it feels... good to be with him, beside him.

✧

you’re halfway to your block when a voice slices through the quiet.

“damn, sweetheart—dressed like that, you sure you’re not for sale?”

your body locks up.

it’s disgusting. sudden. sharp. but it’s not the first time you’ve heard something like it—and tonight, with schlatt next to you, you’re not about to shrink.

you stop walking. turn halfway, eyes narrowing. “what was that?”

he’s leaning against a streetlight, some no-name asshole with beer breath and a smug grin. the kind that thinks women existing in dresses are public domain.

“i said, if you’re gonna be walking around like that, might as well start charging.” he laughs at his own joke, like it’s the first time anyone’s ever said anything that clever.

you open your mouth to fire back—something fierce, something mean—but schlatt’s already moved.

he steps in front of you, slow and deliberate. hands planted on your shoulders.

"keep walkin', baby," he mutters, jaw like iron. "he’s not worth it."

"you’re real proud of yourself, huh?" schlatt calls over his shoulder, voice like gravel. “you talk to girls like that when you’re alone? or just when you think nobody’s gonna flatten your teeth?”

the guy’s still chuckling, but quieter now. uncertain.

schlatt’s grip on your shoulders tightens.

"babe,” you whisper, not scared—but your pulse is pounding. his is, too. you can feel it.

he leans in, presses a kiss to your temple. “don’t look at him. let’s get home.”

you let him lead you away, but your spine stays stiff, shoulders squared, head high.

you don’t flinch.

and neither does he.

✧

at your steps, he walks you all the way to your door.

you dig your keys from your purse, turning to say goodnight—but schlatt’s patting down his pockets, brows furrowed.

“shit,” he mutters. “my wallet.”

“your what?”

he slaps his back pocket, shakes his coat out dramatically. even unzips it and checks the lining. “it was right here. must’ve dropped it on the walk back.”

you eye him. “we can go look—”

“nah,” he says quickly, waving you off with a lopsided grin. “no need for both of us to freeze our asses off. i’ll retrace, probably left it near the corner.”

you cross your arms. “you sure you didn’t leave it at the theater?”

“positive.” his voice is smooth—too smooth. “i'm pretty sure i felt it when i was holding all our snacks, remember?”

“huh,” you say, not buying it. “how convenient.”

he steps in, presses a kiss to your cheek, then one to your temple. soft, but final.

“go inside, sweetheart,” he says. “be a good girl. leave the street crawling to me.”

you squint at him. “this is the most suspicious you’ve ever been.”

he flashes a grin and starts down the steps. “love you too, baby.”

✧

fifteen minutes later—

you’re in your pajamas, halfway through your makeup removal and skincare routine, when a knock hits the door.

he’s there.

his hair is a little windblown. knuckles red and scraped. the corner of his mouth split in a way that almost glints.

“hey, doll,” he says, too casual. “you alright?”

you blink. “me?”

“mhm.”

his tone is light. almost teasing. but there’s a flicker in his eyes—something that hasn’t cooled off yet.

you step aside without a word.

he walks in like he owns the place. drops onto the stool like it’s any other night—like this isn’t the sequel to a felony.

you follow him slowly, going over to a shelf and grabbing the first aid kit you now have to keep stocked.

“find your wallet?” you ask.

he lifts a brow. “didn’t need to.”

“no?”

“nope.” a grin, sharp as broken glass. “found something better.”

you narrow your eyes. “you’re bleeding.”

“am i?” he glances down at his hands, like he hadn’t noticed. “oh, yeah. i slipped.”

“uh-huh. on what, the guy’s jaw?”

he grins, winces as you dab his lip. “he had it comin’.”

“you really went back?”

“someone talks to you like that?” he shrugs. “they learn what a mistake feels like.”

you pause mid-wrap. stare at him.

he doesn’t blink.

you press the last bandage into place.

he catches your wrist before you can pull away. thumb brushing along your pulse.

“you’re not mad?”

“mad?” you breathe. “i’m—”

you stop. because you’re not.

you’re flushed. warm. still keyed up. he’s close. he smells like cold wind and blood and your shampoo.

he leans in. presses a kiss to your wrist, then neck, then cheek, slow and soft.

“nobody talks to my girl like that,” he murmurs. “not when i’m around.”

your voice is barely a breath, playful and daring. “so...you always going to be this violent when someone tries to hit on me?"

“you think that was flirting, toots?” he laughs—low, dangerous, amused. then he’s got you by the waist, pulling you close, breath warm against your skin.

his grip tightens. not enough to hurt. just enough to make your heart stutter.

“flirting gets a warning,” he murmurs, mouth brushing your jaw. “disrespect gets blood.”

you inhale sharply—but you don’t back down.

your hands slide up his chest, slow, deliberate. “so what do I get?”

he looks at you. really looks.

and grins like the devil just gave him permission.

“you?” his voice drops to a growl. “you get ruined, sweetheart.”

✧✧✧

[bunji-enthusiast]

Run, Run Far Angel

Note || I am obligated as a fanfic author to write this, sue me. I got attached to DogDay, and he deserved better in Chapter 3.

WC || 2,070

<(You are here)><(sequel part)>

Sypnosis || An unlikely shortcoming of a friendly entity, or, You get a new friend in spite of this hellish factory.

The noise that had buzzed in the far reaches in the depths of your ears had annoyed you to no end, insistent to remain with you. So many times over had your guilt marred your sense of peace, your sense of futility. Whatever control you felt you had in your life was completely gone the moment you had come back to the accursed place known as Playtime Co. Toy Factory. So many unruly things had gone here, things done and said that left you chuckling–few that had left you with regrets.

Regrets that had stayed with you for well over ten years, since your co-workers had disappeared. You always had a sinking feeling you knew well what had happened to the last of them, your friends and those that you had come to consider family. 

Then you fell into Playcare, a place once filled with laughter and joy, something of which was indescribable. To know the children here and being able to hear such joyful playing and sometimes the odd cry, it was fulfilling, now the whole Factory–every floor there was to know–was devoid of the very same life you’ve come to know and love all those years ago.

Now the only thing that had tormented your mind, as it always had been since you first arrived, was your fight or flight. Instinctive you were, but you hated every minute of having to run and hide away from the monster that had presided reign over their domain, on of which the very one you had to be stuck with was-

“Catnap?” You muttered, thumbing the scarred fur that was blotched with ashy spots, as if it were burned by fire. 

The small recreational stuffed animal looked so adorable for the most part, yet it disturbed you greatly, guilt was predominant in mind and body. In all of your years you had remembered working at the Factory you don't ever recall the name of Catnap, the creepy elongated mouth had stood out to you the most.

He was hunting you, toying with you for sport. You couldn’t really understand why he hadn’t just gunned you for killing you at a moment's notice, though you felt a breath of relief that you could buy yourself time.

Supposedly some of this relief is partial to the fact that this Ollie kid was guiding you on where to go, with how dark this place was is absurd to you–so the guidance was appreciated. A voice had finally snapped you out of your ever consuming thoughts, it was terribly the truth.

“Hey are you alright? Just press that button and you’ll be through in no time! The small critters cant seem to get you from up there so you should be alright.” Ollie, yes Ollie that is the kids name. Who is this strange person anyway?

Unfortunately you weren’t in a position to worry about that right now, you simply pressed the button with the help of your grabpack. Trying to remember all the hands you had now with you was troublesome, but you manage.

‘I suppose.’ You wonder if there is anyone in this place that won’t actively be out for your head, truth be told.

Maybe that was a miracle in mind, as you walked through the desolate rubble the air seemed to desaturate, a mist once permeated with dread and the iron taste of blood seemed to float away as you came across a surprising display. Gruesome but something nobody should have to see or experience. 

It seemed to be DogDay, you could've sworn coming across a cardboard cutout of the very same character earlier. 

He seemed to be so.. Sad.

“You…you’re Poppy’s angel. Come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here…You’re in CatNap’s home, angel. Their home.” His voice was broken, forlorn, vocal cords riddled with experience he never wanted to relive again. You felt saddened on his behalf, no doubt the pain he is feeling right now is tremendous. For a moment, silence had filled the comfortable atmosphere rendering you with a small pit of anxiety balling within your gut.

Still you feel as if you had to speak, but you allow Dogday to have his part, that much you could try to do for him.

DogDay’s head lolled about as if he were a ragdoll, the effort to make movement was extraneous. “A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry. They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit - fill what feels empty inside themselves.” Those words sparked an ire of curiosity inside your trodden heart, you wanted to help him now.

You needed help, especially answers too. He was in pain, and you wanted to help him, so to ease your guilty conscience a little; hopefully in the process of gaining a friend at the same time. “Catnap.. Just, I don’t understand him.” DogDay raised his head, looking at you wistfully as if he had expected the aforementioned cat to be brought up. 

DogDay winced as he moved, each little rattle sending painful vibrations throughout his body–the phantom legs hadn’t brought any peace to him whatsoever.

“That thing…CatNap. The Prototype is his God, and this is what he does to heretics.” His words carried an aura of ominous spiels, as if you were to heed this warning. “These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate- and in return, they are fed.” 

In their place, you would take measures to avoid such a fate too if you would. To a point, you could sympathize with the small toys, not being able to do anything and the teetering possibility of being killed always hanging over your head. Knowing that alone is unfathomably terrifying.

“Would explain why they were hunting me previously..” You murmur, now tucking that thought to the depths of your mind. Still you wanted to hear out DogDay, for he knew better of what had gone on here then you did. His head had shagged, fur ruffled and dangling about as he had squirmed slightly.

“We tried to fight it, the Prototype’s control. I’m…the last of the Smiling Critters.” His tune was mournful, his friends really had been killed right before his very eyes. Catnap’s gas, you remember it well enough. 

You had to take a moment – articulate your words. You were completely filled to the brim with anxiety and alert, you remind yourself to not let down your guard in spite of being with someone who has no intention of wanting to kill you. “You had tried to escape, and he… knocked you out with his gas?”

DogDay’s brows creased, confirming your answer. You felt so terrible for him, causing you to be firmly set on a decision. 

You were helping him get out of here, in no way shape or form did you feel he should be left behind in shambles like this. “This is probably going to sound, insane. But I’m gonna help you get outta here.” Dogday perked up at this, nodding his head no.

He certainly didn’t want you to die, especially not on his account.

“Angel that is not wise! I will slow you down.” He persists, “Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment–” You didn’t want him to change your mind, so as immediate as you were, You desperately grabbed at his arms.

Quickly and surely enough the small critter toys had began crawling toward DogDay, you certainly would not put up with that. You fired a flare gun at the small critters, as much as you could so you could buy time to get DogDay out of his chains.

It seemed Dogday had sensed your determination to want to help him in spite of his warings, even with how much he had tried to convince you to leave. “You are doing well Angel, keep them away from me.. I will do my best to free myself of these.” His voice felt strained, cut off with a cough as he wriggled free–even if every brittle bone in his body had begged him to just lay there and rest.

You thanked him silently, continuing to work away at the critters who were highly determined in their goal to possess DogDay and resume their chase to kill you. “I am free! Quickly now Angel, quickly.” He ushered you forward to run right away, you picked him up as soon as he had done so and heaved him over your shoulders with a heavy breath as a display of your efforts. To say he was surprised at your willful strength was an understatement, he silently applauded you for your strength to keep moving.

Though, it hadn’t removed any of his worry for you as you continued to run forward, your muscles straining to keep up with your mind. From what he can understand of humans anyway, you were exhausted, though he felt it wasn’t right to speak out on it anyway–safety first before talking. 

“Almost there, Angel.. You just need to get to that elevator over there!” He jabbed his finger in the direction you needed to go, and you went on instinct with his direction. Your muscles ached and burned, but you could rest as soon as you reached the elevator, you couldn’t risk DogDay being left behind helpless with the small critters.

Speaking of which, they were still chasing you and your new companion. You wished they stopped, but you had considered an aforementioned thought, they only do this to ensure their fate wasn’t like his. Since then this has wildly changed.

You were close to the edge.

Then, you leaped, everything seemed to slow down. DogDay held on tightly, hands wrapped around your neck secured tight, to you it seemed comforting in the depths of your sudden despair.

You dropped right onto the metal plate, which luckily had railing. The door shut right behind you as DogDay had quickly made action to press the button to start up the elevator nor long after you had succeeded in jumping to the elevator. He slumped with a sigh, something you could very much agree with, sitting down with a thump following in your wake. 

Truth be told, you weren’t sure of how much more you could take much more of this nightmare. You may just as well be in a very long dream, and you were just actually sleeping at home, but no way however as the exhaustion had finally settled into your bones. 

Weary bones creaked about as DogDay made an effort to check over your slumped body, wanting to ensure you were not injured anywhere before he spoke, “Whatever questions you have..” He paused for a moment as if he were considering his words, something of which seemed to happen to a lot of people and toys alike in this Factory. “I will answer, rest for now first.”

DogDay was being his typical self, always so worried over someone else before considering his own health. His own legs being severed must be a great deal of pain, you wanted to ask him to rest too. Yet, you were too tired to respond, only nodding curtly as sleep had stolen you away from your awakened consciousness. 

A genuine smile seems to relax DogDay’s expression, you sorely needed rest. He would help you get that rest, things to talk about and things to face would come later. “You have done impossible things, you have run far. Thank you.” He quietly spoke, curling up to cuddle you. 

His head laid to rest on the crown of your head, hands and arms elongating ever so slightly to surround you in his warmth. DogDay was a leader, a friend, but he was also a good napping buddy. That much was certainly no lie to be told. 

Silence seemed to fill his ears now, sleep was creeping up to DogDay as well. Ah, he cannot sleep right now. You were in his care and vulnerable, especially considering you had gone through the trouble of freeing him. 

To those tormented, the madness had enraged man and toy, you were their saving graces. Someone they could get behind, without the utmost support where would you be now?

“Night has fallen, but for you I will do my absolute best to help you, Angel.”

[zarla-s]

how did you start up a website, mainly getting the domain? You ended up making that post about the cool link just as I was going down a rabbit hole of research on how to get my own website up for a bakery I want to start up years in the future.

Personally I use AMS Computer Services for my site, I've used them for an incredibly long time and they've always been very steady and reliable. Cheap too at 4$ a month! AMS also does domain names for you for about 20$ a year. You can buy a domain name separately from your hosting if you want, although that always seemed kind of finicky to me...

There are also free options for site hosting too of course! Neocities is a big one, and for 5$ a month you can get a custom domain name for your Neocities site too if you want. Nekoweb is also an option if you're looking for a free hosting service! Hmm, Nekoweb doesn't have file type limitations... I should look into if it'd be a good place to host an Ukagaka's network updates.

If you're looking more into how to make a webpage in terms of like, HTML and CSS and things like that, there are tons of guides out there to help you! I did a round-up post for them a while back, hehe.

[novella-november]

I have no idea why this needs to be said, but you can hate generative AI, love the Public Domain, love media preservation, hate the overbearing US Copyright system, and... still believe that Copyright Laws exist in the first place for a reason, (even if, thanks to Big Corporation Monopolies, it's been twisted into its current behemoth monstrosity.)

You can hate Large Language Models and still believe in Copyright Reform over Copyright Abolishment.

You can believe in Media Preservation and still believe that Plagiarism is wrong.

You can hate the current restrictive Copyright Laws without wanting to abolish them entirely.

You can love the Public Domain and still loath predatory corporations stealing everything they can get their hands on, to literally *feed the machine.*

These things are not mutually exclusive, and if you think that

"you can't hate AI if you hate the current copyright laws"

or that

"Hating on Generative AI will only give us more restrictive copyright and IP laws, therefore you need to normalize and accept generative AI stealing all of your creations and every single thing you've ever said on the internet!"

I just genuinely don't understand how you can say this kind of crap if you've ever interacted with any creative person in your life.

I'm a wanna-be-author.

I want as many people to be able to afford my written works as possible without restrictions, and I fully plan on having free ebooks of my works available for those who can't afford to buy them.

*That does *not* mean I, in any way shape or form, would ever consent to people stealing my work and uploading it into a Large Language Model and telling it to spit out fifty unauthorized sequels that are then sold for cash profit!*

You cannot support generative AI and turn around and try to claim you're actually just defending small time artists, and *also* you think no one should have any legal protections at all protecting their work from plagiarism at all.

Supporting unethical generative AI (which is literally all of them currently), protecting artists, and *completely abolishing* copyright and intellectual property laws instead of reforming them *are* mutually exclusive concepts.

You *cannot* worship the plagiarism machine, claim to care about small artists, and then say that those same small artists should have absolutely *zero* legal protections to stop their work being plagiarized.

The only way AI could even begin to approach being ethical would be if using it to begin with wasn't a huge hazard to the enviornment, and if it was trained *exclusively * on Public Domain works that had to be checked and confirmed by multiple real human beings before it was put into the training data.

And oh, would you look at that?

Every single AI model is currently just sucking up the entire fucking goddamn internet and everything ever posted on it and everything ever downloaded from it with no way to really truly opt out of it or even just to know if your work has been fed to the machine until an entire page of text from your book pops out when it generates text from someone's writing prompt.

And no, it's not just "privileged Western authors" who are being exploited by AI.

For an updating list of global legal cases again AI tech giants, see this link here to stay up to date as cases develop:

[rjalker]

apparently a bunch more people are coming to the Flatland fandom / tags because of gravity falls so PSA:

Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, is public domain. It belongs to everyone. You do not need to buy a physical copy to read it. It has no copyright. It belongs to everyone.

It is free to read online. There are free audiobooks.

Here's another masterpost

Here's a link to it on Project Gutenberg where you can read and download it in many formats:

Here's an amazing free audiobook on the internet archive:

Here's where you can read the 2024 translation into modern English on the internet archive:

there are some typos that I need to fix but. I have covid I'm not doing that right now.

You can also read this translation here on tumblr at @flatland-a-2024-translation

There's an audiobook version on youtube as well now.

___

Here’s an animation from 1965

Here’s a stop motion film from 1982 in Italian with English subtitles

Here’s an animation from 2006

___

I do not recommend watching the free 2007 Flatland film which you can find on youtube until you've read or listened to the book unless you want to be really confused. The movie is an absurdist comedy. The book is a political satire. The movie is better appreciated after you've already read/listened to the book.

It also has a lot of flashing lights and motion-sickness inducing spinning. The timestamps for those can be found here. Please be careful if you have photosensitivity.

do not spend money on Flatland until you already know you like it. you do not need to spend money at all. It's public domain. it belongs to all of us.

Very important edit: The creator of the 2007 film that's free on youtube, Ladd Ehlinger is an extremely racist and misogynistic conservative. He made a political ad so blatantly racist and sexist that youtube has literally resstricted it, so that you can't share the link outside the site. Simply google his name and you will see dozens upon dozens of articles about how bigoted he is.,

Please be aware of what kind of person made that movie when you watch it. His bigotry is baked into the movie, and is why he refused to actually do anything with the original political commentary from the book.

You are not a bad person if you already watched the movie and enjoyed it, but you do need to be aware of what kind of person made it and how that affected the movie, and make sure others are warned.

[m4ple9x0x]

Sᵒᵘʳ Cʰᵉʳʳʸ

-Chapter I-

Hyunin x fem!reader

WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI !! a lot of swearing, mentions of bullying and blackmailing, lmk if I forgot anything.

Genre: strangers to friends to lovers, smut, stalker!Hyunjin, yandere!Hyunjin, slow burn.

a/n: This is the first chapter of the series and im so excited to post it, some feedback and opinions would really help me so feel free to comment!! im also making a taglist so if you wanna be added lmk in the comments or message me. <3 maple out~

dividers by: @cafekitsune <3

It’s 8 o’clock in the morning, the silence is lingering in the air, only to be disturbed by the birds starting to chirp lively while flying around in the streets, gently sitting on trees to rest in the warm embrace of the sun. This beautiful scenery was so calming and comforting, you loved late mornings when you could just sit in your bed without a single trouble, without high school, no college, no alarms… just enjoying the way that the sun showered and warmed up your naked skin exposed by the blanket that was refusing to sit on your body after a good sleep.

You immediately jump in fear as you hear your alarm go off.

-Shut up! You scream as you throw a pillow at your vintage clock, that your mom insisted to buy since your phone apparently wasn’t doing the job anymore.

-Why would I have an alarm set up at this hour?! You question out loud. Since you live alone you got really used to talking alone to make up for the lack of social communication you were dealing with recently. It’s been a hard period of time, you broke up with your boyfriend a while ago, so you were forced to gather all your savings and drop out of college so you could afford your own place. Your parents not really eager to help since they pretty much made it clear that if you drop out they are cutting you off, *fair play I guess…*, you thought.

You are quick to brush off the alarm incident as you having really bad memory and forgetting that you set it up out of habit. As you lazily make your way up to the kitchen to make some coffee, you open your phone and see 10 alarms named “job interview 9 o’clock”.

*FUCK I AM SO SCREWED*

-I mean how could I forget Stace? I’ve been waiting to have a chance for so long and I just forget about my job application? It’s unbelievable… I’m unbelievable…

-Hey calm down, you’ve been going through a lot of stress recently okay? I think that with your skills in the domain and your charm you’re gonna nail it, even if you are… 30 minutes late…

-Oh really helpful Miss Bang!

-Hey I’m trying to help you out okay? You’re gonna pull it off, I’m telling you, just have more confidence… c’mon you’re Y/N L/N, you’re a tough motherfucker if I’ve seen one, that’s gotta be you! And don’t call me that, we are not married or anything…yet.

You can literally feel the smile on your friends face as she says that, even though you’re miles away, the only thing connecting you being the phones. Stacey was a good friend, you knew her since you both were freshmen at the same high school, and somehow ended up in the same class, you always thought that fate somehow did it’s job with her and brought her into your life as your soulmate, only to give you the worst years of your life after that… or maybe you just matured and are finally seeing the real non-romanticized version you’ve been refusing for so long to see and accept…only if anyone would’ve told you how your life was gonna change… only if you knew to not trust guys back then.

After graduating Stacey moved to Australia with her parents since she had relatives there she decided to go to college there and pursue her photography passion, turn it into her career. You were so proud of her, but sometimes you just wished you could’ve had it all figured out like she did so early on. Everything about your life felt like complete chaos, the only stability you ever got cheated on you and started being abusive, nothing eve-

-Y/N? You still there? You hear the voice of your best friend on the other line.

-Oh… yes, yes I’m fine Stace… hey so I think imma hang up, I just realised I have to call my mum.

-Oh well, good luck! Call me after you leave them speechless!

-I don’t think that’s gonna be the case, but whatevs. Thanks for the advice Stace, I love you.

-Love you too byee!

And there it goes… quiet… all that calling mum crap was obviously just an excuse, you just tend to get in your head quite a lot and you don’t wanna burden Stacey with all your problems, she usually doesn’t really have much to complain about, got into a perfect college, got a perfect boyfriend, perfect family, perfect everything. You know it sounds like you despise her, but it is far from that, Stacey is your role model, and you don’t wanna always seem like the one complaining and talking about herself, so you’d rather keep to yourself sometimes.

Only sound is the one of muffled traffic because you were smart enough to bring your headphones along with you in the adventure of your lifetime...that’s gonna be getting humiliated in front of experts in the domain you wanna get started in. That is acting.

Acting has been your only escape since sophomore year in high school when you decided that maybe you should give the high school clubs a chance. You thought it might be a new beginning as well as a distraction from what was going on at home. So you did it, after that you can say that was the only good thing about your high school experience, besides Stacey obviously. After the club closed you decided to keep pursuing acting, you were already hooked, you felt like you found your meaning, your purpose, your life back. You changed from workshop to workshop until you found your group of people, but that was all about to be ruined. Going to that theatre workshop almost daily made you some new friends, at some point an open window for even more, you were 16...and he was 20.

Theodore Davis was the handsomest boy you’ve ever laid eyes on, at least back then that’s how it felt like. He was charismatic, his dark curls bouncing whenever he’d laugh so deeply, he knew his way around girls and how to flatter them, and you were so clearly one of his preys, but you liked it that way, at least that’s how you thought it was supposed to be, guys being manly and strong and girls just… prey to ease their hunger. Theodore got under your skin so badly that he was able to get you to send him nudes, you thought you were both feeling good together, oh how dumb you were… only if you knew back then…

He was trying to get you to consent to being filmed while doing stuff with him, besides the fact that you were a virgin and didn’t want to do anything of that sort at that age, you also really didn’t wanna film yourself while doing such things… it felt filthy. But Theodore was blackmailing you, telling you that if you don’t do that with him, he was gonna leak your nudes. *What would Stacey think? My friends from the workshop? Classmates? Teachers? But worst of all...What would my parents think?*, these were the exact thoughts from your head back then, but Theodore did it anyway, no matter how much you begged for him to stop, he kept going, and going, and going, until there was not a single angle or portion of your naked body that hasn’t seen the spotlight on everyone’s phones, the fact that you lived in a tiny misogynistic and sexist town didn’t help either, all the odds were against you.

The next day you found out you were being suspended for a week until the school figured it out, while you were crying locked in the basement to “think about your sinful acts”, Theodore on the other hand...was roaming around town with even more girls wanting him and the title of “king of whores”. Imagine waking up and hearing how your abuser got glorified and praised for “exposing another slut” instead of beaten to death for even thinking about touching an underage girl in the first place.

See this is why you despise long rides, it gives you just enough time to overthink about how your life went downhill, but you are on your way to change that, you are tired of applying daily for shitty jobs that won’t even pay half of your rent but the working hours are over the top, you are sick and tired of being miserable, Stacey was right, you are strong enough to turn your life around.

Finally, your dream was right in front of you, 5 steps away, 5 steps and you are ready to conquer the world, your dream was right in front of you, in the form of a really big old fashioned stately building, but hey, it was your dream, some failed architectural monstrosity won’t ruin it. You twist the doorknob as you enter, you start feeling the air getting trapped into your lungs, and you wish it would’ve been only because of the adrenaline rushing through your veins, but unfortunately for you, that wasn’t the case. As you make your way to the stairs in front of you, it is inevitable to not notice the line of maybe 20 to 30 young adults right in front of you. That is the moment in which you feel like there’s no hope anymore, you look at your phone in one swift motion… 9:30…

*Yea, you’re screwed, only thing you were able to achieve so far and you screw this up too, how nice Y/N*, now the expression on your face completely changed suddenly into one of disappointment. You turn around to leave, phone in your hand ready to dial Stacey. In a moment of vulnerability you cease to notice how someone was rushing down the stairs bumping right into you, creating the perfect excuse for your phone to try escaping from your trembling hands.

-Hey! Watch out asshole! You scream at the boy that mercilessly aggravated your whole situation.

-How about you shut your fucking mouth! As you turn your head to see who would dare tell you that, you see a boy on the ground, his black hair long and messy, what seems to be paintings scattered all over the place. He looks at you and you see tears in his dark eyes...strange… he stares at you, locking eyes for what feels like eternity, you frown. He suddenly rushes to pick up his stuff and grab the doorknob but right before, he turns to you and says:

-Don’t even waste your time with these assholes, if I couldn’t get in, you definitely don’t stand a chance. Your paintings would be better off sold at the corner of the street, and your time would be better used to solve those internalized anger issues you got going on. After that he runs out the door… strange, that didn’t even feel like a real thing…

Wait...WAIT

-Paintings? You whisper… *what did he mean?*. You start desperately looking around and start noticing everyone with paintings in their arms. *How could I miss this… am I at the wrong place?*

-I’m telling you he literally bumped into me no sorry no nothing, and had the audacity to tell me to shut up and also flaunt his painting skills, like excuse me sir if you were that good they wouldn’t have rejected you. You say while looking at Stacey having her mouth full of ramen trying not to laugh.

-Please stop or I’m gonna choke. She says while laughing.

-At least I sorted it out. You say with a big smile on your face.

-Hm? I’m confused, what do you mean sort it out? Did you kill the guy?

-Well...

-Without me?! How scandalous!

-Can you stop cutting me off? You say throwing Stacey a fake annoyed stare.

-Okay okay, sorry, my bad, go on.

-They emailed me, and told me that they were really sad I wasn’t able to make it, THEY LIKED MY PORTFOLIO THEY ARE GIVING ME ANOTHER CHANCE!!

-JESUS Y/N THAT’S HUGE!! THAT’S AMAZING!! I TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO IT!!

-Hey let’s not rush still, the hardest part isn’t over, I still have to go to the casting…

-When did they arrange the meeting?

-Next Thursday, at least that way I got time to fix my sleep schedule, there’s no way I’m being late this time.

-That’s what I like hearing babes!! Well I’m glad you got a second chance but it’s getting late I should go rest, tomorrow I got a photography project so you know chop chop!

-Yeap, good luck!! I’ll call you tomorrow.

-You better do! Goodnight.

-Night!

Next chapter

taglist: @lezleeferguson-120 @hwangjoanna

a/n: hope you guys liked it, i know the chapter wasn't that long and maybe not that interesting but i promise it will become more interesting. <3 maple out~

[percabeth4life]

You ever think about how wild of a time Hades is having in SOH? This man learns his wife went and made him a sword, she then proceeded to lose the sword, she kidnapped his son and his nephew and his niece, his nephew almost died on this quest and Hades can almost hear Poseidon yelling about this, this kid somehow memory wiped a Titan but all three of the kids are suspiciously silent about just how he managed to pull this off and also they won’t explain how they crossed the Lethe because Hades knows the geography of his domain and he knows from their description that they would’ve had to cross it at some point but somehow all three turn deaf when asked, and this memory-wiped Titan who thinks his name is Bob and who Hades can distinctly recall trying to murder him and his siblings on behalf of their father who ate them is now Hades’s problem. Before Hades can say so much as a syllable about how actually, if you memory wipe the Titan then the Titan is your problem, all three leave. This all happens within like 5 minutes.

Hades is the embodiment of the mental math meme. This guy had three powerhouses of kids (one of which is his!) show up, drop all this on him, then just dip before he can really give his stance on it all- and to top it all off he's pretty sure his son stole money to buy burgers.

He's having a difficult five minutes for sure.

[hostitsmartcanada]

Is buying a domain name from someone else possible? discover the process of purchasing a domain name from another owner in detail.

[being-kindrad]

Interest in a dedicated feminist online forum community?

What are women's thoughts here on an online feminist community, a forum (like phpBB for example), for discussions? Would enough women would be interested in this? Forum software has decreased in popularity, but is still used for niche subjects/communities. (Some real life examples: https://www.reef2reef.com/ and https://www.gardenstew.com/) I'm mildly interested in trying to set up forum software as a technical learning experience, but only if there would actually be interest in using it (because it would cost me money to buy a domain name and web hosting).

It seems like there are so little dedicated spaces for feminist women on the internet. Most feminist communities seem to be libfem, and/or plainly taken over by men (if they purport TWAW, then they definitely are taken over by men). Tumblr has a radfem community, but it's still part of a larger social media system which involves many TRAs (some of which harass radfems), and men, porn bots, etc. Ovarit is useful for consciousness raising, but it seems to me like the Overton window has been shifting towards more conservative takes than feminist ones, especially in how there appears to be more anti-trans takes on there than actual gender critical feminist ones, which kind of makes me bored of it. And so again, radfems are then stuck in a larger community, this one of conservative/non-feminist women, who are there because they dislike trans people and appear to have found a space where they can safely make fun of them and not actually to discuss gender critical content (the recent realization that I even need to be defending common feminist stances like women's right to abortion on Ovarit has been demoralizing). I basically want to make a place where feminist women can just take a break and not have to constantly be building up from ground zero, defending against TRA insults, arguing against conservative/right-wing rhetoric, and instead maybe discussing feminist topics or just chilling in some hobby forum sections or something, idk.

I was initially going to call it a "radfem community" but I see no reason for the community to not include women who identify more with other branches of feminism like gender critical feminism, black feminism, lesbian feminism, eco feminism, socialist feminism, intersectional feminism (I mean the original definition of intersectional, not "tumblrized intersectionality"), etc.

I think there would need to be some "gatekeeping" involved so that it doesn't end up filling up with neoliberal feminists ["choice feminism"] or "prolife feminists" [an oxymoron], so that would need to be figured out. This community would not be meant to be a place for feminists to have to hand-hold people and slowly explain over and over how gender is sexist, or how porn is misogyny, or how abortion is a part of women's healthcare and bodily autonomy. This place would be meant to be a solace from that. Imagine trying to participate in a Calculus class where people who haven't even taken algebra are constantly joining the class and asking "why the fuck are there letters with numbers in math now?!" The class would barely, if at all, progress. Likewise, this community would be for feminist women to have an agreed upon basis for basic feminist stances, and move forward with deeper analysis. There are plenty of other online communities for women who are new to (non-lib)feminism to learn about how "but I like wearing makeup, it's art" isn't a feminist stance. We don't need to keep spending finite energy hashing this out, we need to be able to move forward.

My basic thoughts so far:

It would be women-only. (But there would be no vetting that would involve requiring to share personal information, it would just be an honor system.)

I think there must be some basic feminist stances that members need to agree on, otherwise the community might as well just be a part of any mainstream social media platform. I would assume a decent starting point would be: gender critical, pro-choice, anti-prostitution, anti-pornography, anti-surrogacy, anti-beauty culture?

Some category ideas I have so far: feminism (with maybe different sections for the branches of feminism, and sections for discussing feminist books/websites/documentaries); politics (with sections for discussing or sharing news about feminist political topics like reproductive rights [for abortion, birth control, bodily autonomy], gender critical, surrogacy, prostitution, etc.; spirituality (for those who are into Wicca, or other spiritual beliefs); casual (for general chat, hobbies, music, arts, etc.)

So yeah, what are women's thoughts on here about this?

Would this type of community interest you?

What would you want to see in it?

What would you not want to see in it?

Has this been done before and I am just oblivious? (I tried searching for "feminist forum," but nothing relevant seem to come up.)

Am I naive and this is not going to work?

Please let me know! I welcome any opinions. Thank you. 💜