#IDS and IPS differences

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[virtualizationhowto]

Suricata vs Snort: Which is the best IDS?

Suricata vs Snort: Which is the best IDS? #homelab #selfhosted #SuricataVsSnortComparison #IntrusionDetectionSystems #NetworkSecurityTools #AnomalyBasedDetection #SnortNetworkAnalysis #SuricataMultiThreadedApproach #IDSandIPSDifferences #CommunitySupport

Security and network professionals have long trusted a couple of tools in network security. Suricata and Snort are popular choices among security professionals for intrusion detection systems IDS and intrusion prevention system IPS solutions. This post will delve into a detailed comparison between Suricata vs Snort security solutions, looking at their architectures, capabilities, community…

[lycocarpum]

What the hell happened in the dragon age writing room

[just-a-queer-fanboy]

Joining xiaohongshu is a very humbling experience because you'll see a post like "Chinese netizens, what are some questions you have for Americans?" And they're all asking if it's true schools get shot up all the time. And it is.

[meraxes-of-new-albion]

Sigh. Love it when people on the internet feel entitled to your existence

[notebooks-and-laptops]

There's this interesting new rebuttle I've watched become popular regarding criticism of Veilguard. Essentially it boils down to: Dragon Age was never very good at politics, nobody should have expected Veilguard to be any different. And this...is so disingenuous to me it's wild I've now seen it popping up as a dominant narrative. At the very least it's deliberate and ridiculous strawmanning.

When people who critique Veilguard do so because of veilguards politics I dont think this critique is being levelled because they went into DAtV expecting disco elysium 2.0. nor do I think that those same fans were expecting Bioware to overcome their well documented centerism-both-sides-are-valid-but-the-one-who-values-less-change-is-better that has dominated most of their IPs. The way Bioware has historically treated characters who question systematic oppression in Thedas has...not been great. Anders, Sera - hell, even the way that talking darkspawn are almost completely written off after DA:O:A just so they can go back to being a mindless hoard you can kill without guilt.

The difference between DAtV and the first three games in the series is not that DAtV is less progressive/Marxist/revolutionary. It's not the issue that DAtV has bad politics or bad messaging or anything like that. It is that DAtV refuses to engage with politics at all. Id go further and say that if we get to the heart of it, the 'politics' fans are missing is that companions and NPCs in the franchise have always had different views on what's 'right' which Veilguard refuses to give them.

There is such a stark difference between even inquisition and DAtV when it comes to questions of politics. DAtV is uninterested in examining anything at all that might be controversial; it's not just that they don't want to show the reality of slavery or create evil slave owning characters it's that there's barely any reference to slavery in the whole of the game despite the fact that it has been a key theme surrounding Tevinter for the whole of the franchise. It's not just that they don't want to show the reality of the crows or create evil crows it's that the crows are no longer even allowed to be questioned or thought about beyond 'cool faction in cool clothes'. It's not just that they don't want to show the dalish as good or bad it's that they don't want to engage with the dalish and their struggles and beliefs at all.

I mean seriously, think about just a few of the things the other games made you think about:

DAO has a succession crisis with no real 'good' option, a civil war with people on all sides, questions about circle annulment, the castless in orzammar, questions about when have a people been punished 'enough' with the werewolves. It asks you whether a rude and arrogant but ultimately skilled ruler for Orzammar is better than a well meaning ruler who doesn't think things through.

DA2 is all about refugees, about justice and whether such a thing can ever exist, it's about the cycle of violence and slavery is a huge theme both for the current mages held in the gallows and Fenris and the Tevinters.

DAI asks you to think about who is best to rule during a crisis; a military leader who may later push expansionism but would provide a better army against the current unstoppable evil or the safe choice of a empress who may not be as useful to you in the short term. It asks you to think about structures by making you question the organisation you've built and it's own power and corruption. It asks you whether or not a conservative chantry leader who is nevertheless a mage is better than a liberal chantry leader who wants to abolish the circles entirely.

DAtV is constantly asking you to look away from any questions that could be genuinely impactful on a structural scale. In it's worst moments it ignores this entirely - none of the companions can have differing or problematic views or even really disagree with each others worldviews. When it's trying a bit harder it tends to make the issues it wants to explore personal rather than structural. And any time anything that comes up that could be genuinely morally dubious (having to work with the smugglers in dock town for example) it goes out of its way to say ACTUALLY THESE ARE NICE CRIMINALS AND THEY NEVER DO SLAVERY OR SMUGGLE ANYTHING BAD AT ALL. Nobody you work with can be morally dubious or have bad motives; even the treasure hunters and pirates are very unproblematic guys.

And yet, on top of this refusal to engage with any questions that might genuinely get the player thinking or require the player to think about power structures and different views...the game also repeats the same shitty racism that has been apparent in all DA games but perhaps never so openly as this. DAtV is a game that says 'yeah u can be non-binary but you CANNOT be multicultural'. It is a game where the absolute worst of the racist tropes that have plagued the Qun since Gainer called them a 'militant islamic borg' are played up to 100.

So yeah Dragon Age hasn't always had the best politics. I don't think anyone ever expected it to? But it's always been interested in asking questions about politics, about differing views, about what is right and what is wrong. It's always been interested in examining structures and whether or not they're good or useful. It's always been interested in very morally ambiguous or 'grey' characters like Loghain, Blackwall, Anders, Isabela, Zevran, Sten, Oghren, Leliana, Vivienne, Bull-- the list just goes on and on. And DAtV isn't interested in any of this at all.

So yeah. This criticism is weird to me. Wish people would stop using it.

[azialways]

i hate to love you

“i love you like id love to see you dead.”

serial killer!reader x canon typical ronin

cw: murder, canon typical violence and gore, swearing, sexual tension, suggestive content

clearly marked 18 plus content, warning given plus 🫀 marked

sex organs nonspecific

3.2k words

Blood on their hands, guts across the floor…it was beautiful. Another job well done.

“The media would eat this up” Y/N thought to themself. Maybe even steal the spotlight from that annoying bitch they called “The Butcher.” The Butcher and Y/N, or as the media called them “The Shredder,” had never officially met. Sure, they were constantly battling for the front page on the tabloids, but they never actually talked or met.

He and they were actually similar in their kills, they were bloody, gorey, and messy. Messy in the sense that there constantly was gore all over the scene. But Y/N’s difference? They would shred the body up into tiny pieces and leave the head untouched. Imagine it, a shriveled and sliced up body with guts leaking out and shit, but the head separated and perfectly clean. Gross, right? It was just how they liked it.

After another night of successful slashing, Y/N went home to clean up. Having blood, guts and body matter wasn’t the nicest thing to have on your body, so a shower was warranted. They forgot how nice it was, the feeling of being clean. It was almost as nice as the kill, almost. The spray of the water, the smell of their soap and shampoo, it was all nice. Slash season was back up again, so it was a constant rinse and repeat of kill shower kill shower, but this time Y/N had to take honest time, since there was so much on them.

Once they were out of the shower, they dried off, put some PJs on and sat on their desk. They were scrolling through the internet when they got a dm on the dark web from someone they didn’t know.

Unknown 9:48PM

Hey! Saw your profile and thought you’d be a lovely addition to our group! Here’s the link, and the code ^^

no rush whatsoever, and i promise this isn’t some weird spam thing 🤍🤍

1 link attached

code: k!llerch8t_b00t.mango

Y/N

uh who ru? sorry lmao i just am kinda suspiciousssss

Unknown

you’ll figure out soon enough! promise i’m not weird, just introducing you to a community i think you’ll like 🤍🤍

Huh. Weird. Maybe they’ll try it for the shits and giggles. Y/N clicked the link, and their IP grabber blocker warns that the link tried to grab it. Ha. Nice try.

Y/N 10:01 PM

an IP grabber? Really? Real rookie.

Unknown

what? there’s an IP grabber??

Ugh that dumbass. Sorry! I’ll deactivate it.

Then there was a hold between the conversation until she claimed she turned it off. So they checked, and there was no warning this time, so they joined. First think Y/N saw, a server named “SLAUGHTERHOUSE_LOSERS_v.4.4.4.mango.” interesting.

then a message in the main chat

#main

Angelic: welcome to our server @ y/n

hitmeuppp: oh shit! new person alert!

goreboy: angel who Did you invite

Angelic: they’ll tell! why don’t you start getting roles and introducing yourself!

y/n: hold on, Angel. youre the one who invited me?

Angelic: yep!

y/n: so what is this?

hitmeuppp: a server for the coolest people on the planet 😼😼

Angelic: Haha, Misaki said it! It’s a server for serial killers, and I figured you’d be interested in meeting more of us.

What did she mean by “more of us.” Did she know who they were???

y/n: wdym…do you like…know who i am?

Angelic: yep! I know who and what you are 🤍

Angelic: but don’t worry! we’re all the same, this isn’t some prank or sting operation

Okay. That’s interesting. A serial killer server? This has gotta be a joke, right? Y/N checked the roles, and clicked the ones that applied. Then saw the intros, which had some ACTUAL serial killer names. They had to ask.

#main

y/n: @Eviscerator1990 wait are you actually the fucking Sunset Slasher?

Eviscerator1990: Yes. I am.

y/n: no fucking way. they never caught you. i’m like, a huge fan.

Eviscerator1990: Nice To Meet A Fan Of Mine. Who Are You?

y/n: you’ll see in intros :p

#introductions

y/n: hey! i’m y/n aka The Shredder 🕺 uhh i go by (your pronouns), i killed quite a few ppl, uh you might’ve heard of me? anyways hope we get along cuz if not ill find you /j

#main 1 server ping!

goreboy: seriously @y/n you’re The fucking Shredder?

y/n: uh yeah, what about it?

goreboy: well well Well, guess i’ve Finally met my biggest Rival.

y/n: i’m not sure i follow

y/n: oh wait yes i do. you’re the Butcher huh?

goreboy: bingo darling. the One and Only.

Angelic: i take it you two know each other?

y/n: something like that…

goreboy: they’re always taking my spot on the front page of the tabloids.

y/n: sucks to suck, goreboy.

y/n: what an edgy ass username anyways. 2020 is calling and they want their account back.

goreboy: shut up Dipshit or i’ll shred You Myself

y/n: woah woah woah, no need to get so feisty. take me out on a date first 🙄

goreboy: i’m sure you and My crowbar would Make just Fine dates.

hitmeuppp: alright guys let’s be nice, as much as i love the drama.

Then they got a ping from private messages.

goreboy would like to send you a message!

Y/N accepted

goreboy

so, you’re actually The Slasher? or are you Some wannabe?

y/n: would Angel invite me if I wasn’t?

goreboy: true. you got any pics to prove it?

y/n: what? do you need something to jerk off to at night?

goreboy: heh. you’re cute. i got the Tabloids for that, Sweetheart.

goreboy: regardless. You and I have been at it for a while, huh? Think it’s time we finally see what the other looks like?

y/n: one file attatched {selfie of Y/N standing over a slashed up body with the head loose}

y/n: that good enough for ya?

goreboy: plenty, darling.

Then Y/N turned off their PC, tucking into bed for the night. The night was generally quiet, dreamless, nothing abnormal. But for some reason, they woke up earlier than usual. They checked the time, 5am. They were bored, so they sat on their chair and launched Netflix. It was time to watch Heathers again, it was a comfort movie, regardless of how not comforting it can be.

Unfortunately, goreboy would not let down. He was awake too, and he kept spamming them every 10 minutes or so, so eventually they paused the movie and switched tabs. There was 20 unread messages and 2 missed calls.

goreboy

goreboy: respond. I know you’re not Busy.

goreboy: aw look, your news Page is up!

goreboy: a link attached: The Slasher strikes Again!

y/n: aw you’re stalking my tabloid? you’re obsessed.

y/n: what do you want i'm watching Heathers.

goreboy: good movie. 10/10 would Recommend.

goreboy: now get on call.

y/n: no.

goreboy: yes.

y/n: no. heathers is more important.

goreboy: while I typically would Agree with That statement. no.

y/n: you’re just gonna spam me til I respond, won’t you.

goreboy: pretty much.

y/n: fuck you.

goreboy: you can try.

goreboy wants to video chat

They clicked yes, and the call loaded up. He wasn’t what Y/N thought he’d look like. He’s got burgundy hair, little long but not too long. He wore a sweater and a beanie with little devil horns, a shit ton of jewelry and a cocky ass smirk.

“well well well, we finally meet.” He spoke. God, he even partially sounded like a 2020 kid.

“God you even sound like a 2020 kid. You sound so forced.” They chuckled, finding something to poke fun at.

“I mean…kinda is. That’s what happens when you never do proper voice training and just take illegal man drugs from an alleyway.” He shrugged, and it took a second to realize what he meant by that.

“what how do you-OHHHH. I see.” You nodded. He was actually pretty cis passing, wouldn’t have guessed that he was trans unless they saw him naked or something. not that they wanted to but…fuck now they have the picture in their head. Their face was definitely red, they could feel it.

“What’s with the blush, darling?” He teased.

“What’s circling that depraved little brain of yours.”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Definitely not nothing if you’re blushing like crazy.”

“shut up.”

“make me.” He responded, leaning back in his chair.

That got to them. That plus the stupid smirk on his face? God he was irritating.

“maybe I should.” They muttered, but it was loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“what was that?” He teased.

“i should shut you up. maybe with my knife. Plunge it into your chest, and rip your heart out. How bout that, Ronin.” They quickly responded.

“Aw, how romantic.” He responded, looking at them teasingly.

“Shut up.” They then hung up. They needed another kill. It was 5am, there weren’t many people to kill, so maybe they’d stay nearby, incase the light came up and ruined their cover. They stayed close, the alley three streets down, and there was somebody there. Ugh their outfit was hideous, that outfit deserved death. So they got behind, and dragged him away from the opening and stabbed him in the throat, then the chest. Once he was down, they ripped his chest open and cut his organs out, more blood pooling all over. They snapped a picture for Ronin on their hidden camera app, then left him there. They returned to their place swiftly, scrambling up the stairs and threw their clothes into the sink and stepped into the shower.

Once they were clean, they plopped down into their chair, opening the chat between them and Ronin, sending the photo with the caption;

y/n: one photo attached.

y/n: this is what you do to me.

goreboy: i kill You? i rip your Guts out? quite the Cryptic message, y/n.

y/n: you make me wanna kill someone, Ronin.

goreboy: awh, cute.

goreboy: wanna kill Someone together?

goreboy: butcher/slasher Collab?

y/n: thought you despised me.

goreboy: i just Thought we could Share the tabloids This time.

y/n: not a horrible idea. you still piss me off though.

goreboy: i’m sure I do, Darling.

goreboy: tonight. 9pm. purgatory. be there or i’ll find you myself.

y/n: i’d like to see you try. but not today, i’ll be there ;)

goreboy: good. first date lookin Fun asf.

y/n: don’t get ahead of yourself, hon.

goreboy: how can i Not when it’s Someone as gorgeous As you?

y/n: oh we’re flirting now?

y/n: see you in 15 hours, handsome.

They then shut off their PC, and turned to their closet. Ugh, what to wear on a murder date with your enemy? Black, obviously. Tight long sleeve? No, they need to be able to move. Maybe just keep it normal. Black hoodie, baggy sweater and pants with their boots.

TIME SKIP: 8:30 PM

They put on the clothes they set out, cargo pants, baggy tee and a hoodie. Then their weapon, the dagger their dad gave them, obviously not intended for this purpose but…oh well. They sheathed it and tucked it in their jacket pocket. They also put their gun in their pant pocket in case things went wrong. It had a silencer obviously. They then cleaned up a little, put some eyeliner on, black eyeshadow…and voila. They put the hoodie on and set out to the address he gave. It was kinda nonspecific, but he said “you’ll know.”

messages

Ronin

Ronin: you on Your way?

You: yep. eta 5 minutes.

Ronin: already waiting for you, darling.

Once they had arrived, it was obvious where to turn, and there it was. The place Ronin called Purgatory. They stepped in, and they suddenly felt being pulled back onto something, someone. They felt cold metal on their throat, a crowbar. Ha, typical. They just let it happen, they knew it was Ronin. Y/N then pushed under and away, holding their dagger to his throat.

“Should’ve known it was me, Ro. You’re smarter than that.” They spoke softly, still holding the dagger softly.

“I know, I just wanted to see how you’d react. and you passed, baby.” His voice was annoyingly hotter in person. Deeper than the mic he used made it to be.

“I see. Cmon genius, I see bait.” They pushed off, then waited for him.

“Right there.” He pointed out. “Go get em, Tiger.”

Y/N just chuckled, swiftly grabbing the person from behind and stabbing their throat so they couldn’t scream. Y/N shoved them onto the ground, looking at Ronin.

“you wanna start?” They muttered. He nodded, taking his crowbar and striking him right in the skull, then again, brain matter spewing out.

“can I rip him?” Y/N begged.

“Fine.” He sighed disappointedly. Y/N then got down and stabbed right in the chest and gutted him down, ripping him open like a fish. They then etched B+S on the heart, a mark of their collaboration.

The two took turns grossing up the body, and by the time they were done, there was barely any body left. Ronin cut the limbs off and Y/N skinned and gutted. There were intestines and kidneys and all other organs spread around like a gorey art display. It was the perfect scene of gore and depravity. Y/N looked at Ronin, who was very satisfied with their work.

“Congrats baby, we have officially had our first collaboration.” He chuckled evilly, taking in the sight.

“Guess so. It’s beautiful isn’t it.” He looked at them, then their lips…god he wanted to kiss them.

“I guess, you’re prettier”

“Ronin I-what?” They laughed softly at him, slapping his arm.

“Ugh for fucks sake, you’re not bad is what I’m saying.”

“Bad at what?” They asked cluelessly.

“Jesus fuck you’re clueless. Don’t make me spell it out, I think you’re hot, okay! I…want you.”

“I guess. It hurts me to say you’re not horrible either…you’re quite attractive to be honest.” They looked at him, and he just raised his eyebrow.

“You think so, huh?” He chuckled, walking towards them, backing them against the graffiti walls. “Well, I think you look good enough to eat. All covered in blood and gore, ugh. It’s sexy.” He muttered, leaning in, dropping his crowbar. He whispered in their ear.

“And I think you feel the same about me…don’t you Y/N?” He asked, but he knew the answer. The way your body reacted, pink cheeks, that hitch in your breathing when he got close…it told him everything he needed to know.

“y-yeah…you’re looking hot as fuck right now, Ro.” They mumbled, their speaking going soft as he kissed their neck. Soft curses escaped their lips as his canines sunk into the soft skin.

“Mmm you like this, don’t you.” He whispered, looking up at you like sin itself. “The way my teeth feel on your skin, giving you all my attention. you love it.” He teased, nibbling into that sensitive spot under your jaw.

“F-fuck Ronin, goddamn it…” They moaned softly.

“No god here baby…just me.” He teased Y/N relentlessly, ghosting touches, gentle kisses when Y/N wanted his teeth in their neck. He kissed their neck with softness and care, but bit into their collarbone and shoulder like he needed a taste to survive.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart, yeah?” He whispered, and when they didn’t oblige, he pulled their face to look at him.

“Fuck off.” They sassed, giving him a hard time.

“Fuck, you got such a damn mouth on you.” He spoke threateningly, then he tilted his head slightly and kissed them roughly. It wasn’t a battle of love or tenderness, no it was pure want. need. desire. There was nothing gentle about them, Y/N’s hands were around his neck and in his hair, his were on their waist, pulling them impossibly closer. His hips grinded against theirs, which elicited a soft moan from him, and fuck was it hot.

“Don’t hold back baby…let me hear ya” He mumbled against their lips before going back in. This time, Y/N was more vocal for him, the soft moans and whines every time he did something right, it was heaven to his ears. Heaven was never a place Ronin thought he’d see, but with them, he was their next frequent flier.

🫀NSFW STARTS HERE

He then dipped lower, slipping their shirt up and kissing down their chest…stomach, looking up at them, his eyes asking the question. They just nodded, so he undid their belt, and pulled their pants down, then underwear, then inhaled, looking up at them one more time before bringing his mouth down. His tongue and mouth worked miracles on them, their hand on his head forcing him closer, and the other was covering their mouth so that they didn’t cry out and get them caught.

“Don’t.” He spoke, bringing a hand up to pull their arm down. “Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you. Every damn noise.” He then stuck a finger in, stretching them out.

“You want my fingers baby…hm?” He then put another in, earning a whine out of them as they nodded frantically. He then curled his fingers in, earning another whine, while his tongue still worked them. They were in heaven because of this man, the man that they had a tabloid war with…was at his knees for them.

They were done for. The feeling was addictive, they needed this more than everything…and fuck they were close.

“Ro…fuck i’m gonna cum. please-fuck.” They moaned, urging him to go further, but no, he withdrew his fingers and stood up. That earned a disappointed whine from them, which he quickly addressed.

“Uh uh, don’t give me the face. I just wanna be inside you when you cum…” He mumbled in their ear, then began undoing his belt and pants. He gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up and pushing in, he let out a soft groan.

“Oh fuck-fuck darling…so perfect-jesus christ…” He groaned, holding Y/Ns hips tight and pushing into them with a desperate pace that showed how much he needed them. He leaned in for a kiss while his hips thrusted into them…the two connected by a string of saliva when pulling away, just to pull them back in.

He kept his thrusts strong, and Y/N could feel the orgasm building up again.

“Ronin-fuck i’m gonna-“

“I know baby…me too.”

He panted, and within minutes the two came together, their moans mixed in a perfect harmony. He eventually pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, then helping them get clothed. They were covered in bite marks, a fucked up reminder of the day, but Y/N wouldn’t have it otherwise.

“Just know you’ll feel it tomorrow.” He winked, and they stood up, feeling dizzy at first.

“We’ll see. Cmon, let’s get out before cops find us.”

And they walked away, hand in hand.

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

I was wondering, what with the wave of new bots and all, if I could borrow your voice to signal-boost a PSA:

Please do not click the links! I don’t care if it’s a new job, p*rn, or fashion/product themed bot, don’t click it!

Please do not click links online unless you know for a fact they are trustworthy. I have tested most of these types of bots’ links. Most of them will log your IP address (which is usually some approximate of your real location), googleAds user ID (which can track you across devices), and other such data. Even if they do lead to a real product page, clicking those links gives malicious third parties a rather large chunk of your personal data and browsing habits. Most of them do not lead to real product pages. The ones I have tested mostly lead to what appears to be a simple page prompting you to log onto your Gmail. Even if you’re already logged in.

These links try to steal your password, credit card, and identity! Please do not click them! I did this on a virtual machine, running a browser with all permissions disabled, connected through the TOR network and a VPN. I did this under the guidance of a trained cybersecurity professional so you wouldn’t have to. Not one of these links were safe, and we tested over a hundred unique links. Even if every shortened URL was different, the links they led to were often reused across bots.

Please do not click the links from anyone online you do not explicitly trust!! This is true for both users and bots

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[twiniverse]

Just to give it its own post, because it's important enough to warrant it:

I'm not "the person choosing the give the finger to people who need accessibility tools". I have not once said that people can't write ids on my posts. I didn't say I wouldn't look into having someone else do it. I said that I can't do it, that it is not my job, and that a certain someone's attitude is foul and that makes people less likely to want to do what they say.

I also have not thrown a little hissy fit because someone isn't doing what I want. I haven't literally told anyone that I wouldn't leave them alone until they did what I wanted them to do. I haven't used several different accounts and ips to evade being blocked in order to angrily yell about how superior I am to everyone else in the fandom, or to belittle anyone. I haven't gone to the side account of someone who has blocked me to continue my tantrum there.

I don't have a problem with accessibility, or with people who volunteer their time to give access to more people. Believe it or not, accessibility is something I'm highly dedicated to and something I am often finding new ways to implement in my actual job. My team is implementing on-site image blockers on the user side so they don't have to see things that upset them. We're making sure our on-site games aren't going to be triggering people's vertigo. We're making sure there are colour themes so that no one has to choose between blinding white light or blinding white letters, but the people who do like those options will have them, too! We're implementing high contrast mode! Our head coder is blind, in fact. We'll be working with her quite a bit to make the site- which is visual based- still accessible for those with screen readers and other aids. She has a braille display, isn't that cool? I didn't even know those were a thing until she told me.

My problem is specifically with the person who has not only harassed me, but other people in the fandom. My problem is specifically with the person who outright admitted that their reaction to being told "no" is to become aggressive and condescending. My problem is specifically with the person who thinks they're the only person who gives a damn. My problem is with the person who says that they don't have to do it, that they're volunteering their time because they care, but also says it's their job and we need to let them do it. My problem is with the person who speaks on behalf of others who do not want to be spoken for. My problem is specifically with the person who told me that they would continue harassing me unless I met their demands. My problem is specifically with the person who will read a fraction of what I actually said here and will respond with how horrible of a human I am because I focus on accessibility with my actual job and not my fancomic that I barely have the energy to work on in the first place.

My problem is specifically with the person who read everything I said and instead of recognising and accepting that they're the only one I have a problem with decided to start attacking me and accusing me of being ableist because they, and no one else, have pissed me off.

As I said to begin with, I blocked them because of their attitude and the way they harass people. The way they've harassed my friends, the way they've harassed people I don't like, the way they've harassed newbies, etc, etc. It had nothing to do with IDs, and it still doesn't. I blocked a shitty person, and that person made an assumption and is throwing a hissy fit about it. That's all there is to it. The bottom line is that genuinely anyone can add id's to my posts except for that specific person because I don't want that specific person interacting with me.

This next bit is for you, that specific person: "-but you blocked me after writing a single image description for your posts, for some stupid reason." It was not a stupid reason. And like I said in my response, it had nothing to do with you writing an image description for my post. It's because you're a foul, slimy little cockroach with a superiority complex. You think you're the hero but you're the villain here.

So, again, as disrespectfully as possible: Fuck. Off.

[fordtato]

The Gravity Falls Timeline

All of this is based on my video, but I assume not many people will want to sit through 2.5 hours of me working this out, so here's a condensed written version.

Some rules I set for myself: If the actual name of an IP, a person or an event is referenced in J3/the Show, I included it into my math for my timeline (ex: references to Ronald Reagan or The Eurythmics, or other REAL WORLD figures). If a REFERENCE is made without the actual name being referenced (ex: in the Journal, Ford mentions Phantom Bustifiers, a reference to Ghostbusters, a movie that didn’t come out in our world until 1984), I did not put that into this timeline (I know what year Ghostbusters came out, but not which year Phantom Bustifiers came out).

With that in mind, let’s begin:

The Stans are born June 15 1951.

Evidence: 

Their Bar Mitzvah happened when they were 12 (not 13, as is typical) and their birthday is on June 15th. Because a Bar Mitzvah is dependent on one’s birthday on the Hebrew calendar and not the Gregorian calendar, this means that their 13th Hebrew birthday must land on a date that is BEFORE their 13th Gregorian birthday, something that is typically more rare (the Hebrew birthday is usually AFTER one’s typically celebrated birthday).

The only viable year where this applies is 1951, when their birthday lands on Sivan 11, resulting in a 13th Hebrew birthday in May of 1964, BEFORE their 13th birthday on June 15th

The Stans find the Stan O War in spring of 1964 at age 12 (or 1961, if you think they were 10)

Evidence:

There are two viable dates for when they find the Stan o War, depending on if they’re 10 (the same age Stan was when he started writing Lil Stanley in the Lost Legends comics) or 12 (the same age as Dipper and Mabel). I think that the way the artist drew the young Stan twins in the Lil Stanley comic looks (age 10) looks slightly younger than how they look in the series (and they are designed a little differently than they look in the Jersey Devil comic, when we KNOW they have the Stan O War already), but there is evidence for both sides.

I lean toward them being 12 because they pull out a sharpie, which wasn’t invented until 64, but there is a reference to a Bruce Springsteen song in a magazine in Lost Legends, quoted by someone named “Brucey S, age 11” and Bruce Springsteen would have been 11 in 1961, so this might be 1961 (or the magazine Ford is reading from might be an old magazine.) I went with 1964, because I think 12 parallelled the ages of Dipper and Mabel better. 

Stan gets kicked out in spring of 1969 right before they turned 18. Ford starts at Backupsmore in the fall semester.

Evidence: 

Stan makes a reference to Jackie O, which means Jackie Kennedy already remarried to be Jackie Onnassis, and is also still in the public eye, something that would be progressively less common after 1969 (she also happened to visit New Jersey in spring of 1969 and that would have made state headlines, something which is probably a coincidence, but nonetheless very interesting).

Furthermore, there is a portrait of Nixon in the principal’s office, and he would have been sworn in in early 1969. 

I think 1969 is more likely than 1970 because ‘69 gives more wiggle room for Shermie to be the baby (more on that later) and for Ford to get at least one PhD.

-Stan dates Carla “Hotpants” McCorkle,(reconnecting for another date after the one at the theater in their teenage years), probably in 1971 (if this “hallucinatey” date even happened at all; if you dont think it happened at all, disregard). 

Evidence:

We know this is a later date, when stan is an adult, because his design matches the designs on one of his fake IDs from his years on the run. It was likely 1971 because that is when the term “hotpants” was used to describe those short shorts.

The hippie aesthetic also started dying down after 1972 after the Manson attacks, so I picked 71 for the Juke Joint date.

Ford graduated from Backupsmore at the very earliest 1974, MAYBE early 1975.

Evidence:

In the journal it says he went to Gravity Falls in 1975, but we know he couldn’t have graduated earlier than 74, because we know that he played DDnMoreD in college, and he says in the journal that it was copyrighted in 1974. He also says Stanley always mocked him for playing it, which literally isn’t possible, so he’s either misremembering Stanley mocking him for an EARLIER TTRPG, or this copyright is for a later edition (though I think it must be the former, since DDnMD is a clear reference to DnD which WAS copyrighted in 1974. Still. Up to you.)

This means he completed his PhD in 6 years (or, three years ahead of schedule as described in the series). I believe many of his other PhDs were honorary degrees, and didn't bother working them into this timeline. He got them later.

Stan joins Rico’s gang in the late 70s

Evidence: 

Sometime in the late 70s, Stan gets tangled up in what is implied to be the Colombian cartel, which would have been most active in the late 70s, between 75 and 79. Following his trajectory on the map in ATOTS showing his path across the country, he headed below the border toward the end of that trackline, so it was probably later on.

Ford started Journal 3 in 1981, shortly after meeting Bill in 1981. 

Evidence: 

He says he discovered his muse in 1981 in J3. He also says he is starting J3 six years after he started investigating Gravity Falls (which he did in 75). He also says early on in J3 that he is in his 30s, and he would have turned 30 in June of 1981, three days before he started J3.

There is some fuckery here on how he’s known his muse for “two years” midway J3, and the way I explain that in the video is that the first part of J3 spans nearly 2 years, and there is ample evidence that he wrote many pages out of order. This might be a page from later on in 1982, early 83, instead of mid-81. 

We know that Reagan was already in office at this point.

 Fiddleford shows up in July of 1982. Fiddleford begins making the memory gun after the Gremloblin incident later that year. 

Evidence:

We know at least a year has passed because if you track the months, they go from June, to August, and then later on down to July again when Fiddleford is called. As for the Gremloblin incident, it happened relatively close to the bunker incident (which would have been closer to summer, since it was still hot outside) but it was followed closely by the carnival, where they had squash for sale, and squash are in season after September, typically. 

First Portal Test is on January 18, 1983

Fiddleford falls through the portal, his head poking through, on January 18 1983, the day after the confrontation he had with Ford in the diner. 

Late February, 1983 - The Portal Incident

Evidence:

There are three many reasons I chose this date. Firstly, we know it is 1983 not just because it follows the trajectory of earlier dates, but because we know that Ford has heard The Eurythmics’ chart topper “Sweet Dreams Are Made of This” because when he returns he says he is looking forward to their next one, and that came out in January of 83’, before he would have been sucked through.

Secondly, five weeks after January 18th, it would still be snowy in up-mountain Oregon where Ford is, but not that snowy in New Mexico where Stan is when he gets the post card.

Thirdly, we know at least 5-6 weeks have passed because Ford describes about this many weeks during his “paranoid era” in the journal (more than one instance of “a couple weeks, several weeks, a few weeks”, etc.). 

In the year 2000, Dipper and Mabel are born. 

Evidence:

I know most people think it’s 1999. And that is fine, but I have ample evidence that the show takes place in 2013, not 2012 (see below), so 2000 would have to work for their birthday.

But 2000 also gives a little bit of wiggle room to Shermie being the baby. (If you don’t think Shermie is the baby, disregard this section). If Shermie IS the baby, then if he was born in spring of 1969 (late 68 at the earliest), then you can barely fit two generations of Pines in the space between 1969 and 2000. It would mean that both Shermie and his kid would need to be 15 when they had a kid, which is … not great, but not impossible? I dunno man, take it up with Hirsch. (Or just assume the baby is Shermie’s kid. Follow your dreams).

In 2013, Dipper and Mabel visit their Grunkle Stan in Gravity Falls. 

Evidence: 

The Northwest ghost died in what is described in the journal as “The Great Flood of 1863”. The Northwests are trying to keep this flood under wraps in J3, because they don’t want people finding out about the lumberjacks killed in the flood. The Northwest Ghost swore with his dying breath to come back 150 yrs after his death. 150 years later from 1863, is 2013.

The 1040 form that Stan is filling out his Tax Fraud note on in the truth-telling ep is a 2012 form. To file tax returns, you use w2s 1040s labeled under the PREVIOUS year

Sevral Timez shouts "2013"

1983 is 30 years before 2013. 

Note: This would mean that the Stans are 62 at the end of the summer, which might mean that they are "pushing 70" as Stan describes himself.

Anyways, here's the full video if you have 2.5 hours. Otherwise, enjoy this resource!

[dionysusdecent]

I'm just gonna make this a full post because why not. As some of you may know, Project Moon has found itself in more drama. And surprise, it involves misinformation because people dont know how to read. Currently PM is in a legal battle against Monggeu, Mimi and the Game Consumer Association because Monggeu and Mimi are filing copyright on their respective works (Leviathan for Monggeu and Wonder Lab for Mimi).

I'm just gonna start with the GCS. If you've been a fan since before 4.5, you might remember the incredibly stupid Vellmori drama, where a bunch of incels hot mad at the CG artist because the ID artist drew Ishmael in a skin tight wet suit rather than a bikini. I bring this up because the GC went by a different name then, the PMUA, or the Project Moon User Association, a group with no official ties to Project Moon and who slandered the company relentlessly and wanted to bleed every penny from the company because....really just because they could. They are a group who will do anything to see Project Moon burn to the ground, and so in another brilliant idea, are backing Monggeu and Mimi in the lawsuit....except they arent because they themselves have stated that they do not have the money to do so and are asking for donations.

Getting to the copyright stuff, Monggeu and Mimi are filing copyright claims for Leviathan and Wonder Lab respectively, two comics/mangas that are set in the Project Moon universe. However they have an issue, they do not own anything within those comics. Nothing in either of them are by right theirs and are instead owned by PM in their entirety. The best they could hope for is owning the names. PM has already show proof that they worked with Monggeu when it came to Leviathan which completely destroys any claims they could make to owning Leviathan, as PM was working on it as well. Mimi......Mimi is in a weird case as her work would also technically not be hers as Wonder Lab is still set in the PM universe. But PM did take it down when she asked and also made Wonder Lab non-canon....but that just brings up the question of why even do this then? Her work is non-canon and can no longer be viewed officially so why would she even try and fight for the copyright? I dont have an awnser, I'm just asking the question.

This last segment will be used as a PSA for everyone. Please for the love of everything wait till both sides get their side of the story out and actually read what both sides say before making judgments. Regardless of your feelings and KJH (Kim Ji Hoon), that does not give you any right to not only go against everything PM says simply because you dont like the guy, and by every god, does not under any circumstances mean you get to spread misinformation. I have already seen a post showing the GCS/PMUA post about this and in that very post is misinformation. Specifically from GCS/PMUA, but since someone spread it here and others have reblogged it, they are also spreading misinformation. Vellmori WAS NOT FIRED. She left OF HER OWN ACCORD AND PM WAS FINE WITH IT. Not liking KJH because is isnt the sharpest tool in the shed does not mean you are allowed to spread any misinformation, and if you spread it unknowingly, then atleast they to correct it. And for the last gods damned time. VELLMORI LEFT OF HER OWN ACCORD, IT WAS HER OWN DECISION, PROJECT MOON DID NOT FIRE HER.

tldr: Project Moon is fully within their right to fight this false claim as these claims are coming from an outside source that does not own any of the IP and were simply contract work. And these false copyright claimers are also being backed by an organization who hates Project Moon and will do anything to see the company burn, and use misinformation to do it. Dont spread misinformation and if you do it accidentally, try to correct yourself. Misinformation is how innocent people get canceled, lose their jobs or possibly lose their lives. Dont. Spread. It.

I do wanna add something on here (so this is an edit fyi), but Project Moon isnt a perfect company. Perfect is an impossibility. Perfect cannot exist. PM has made mistakes and will keep making them, we all will. Does that mean they should be excused? Absolutely not, that's not how this works. PM isnt perfect, KJH isnt perfect, none of us are perfect, and no one can be perfect. PM has done some stupid things in the past, but they dont deserve this. They do not deserve to be continuously slandered against by a group who is out for their own gain when that same group said they were here to help people. PM is not perfect, but PMUA/GCS is far less perfect than PM could ever be. They are greedy and selfish and will continue to spread misinformation to make PM look bad. You do not need to support or even like PM, but please understand that the other side is far worse and do not care for anyone other than themselves. (This is not talking about Monggeu or Mimi, as far as I'm concerned, they are good people and nothing I'm adding here is against them. Just the PMUA/GC)

2nd edit: it has been confirmed with the official english translation that Mimi and Monggeu were both not just contract work, but effectively temporary PM employees during their contract. These means they were paid as much as any other employee. I did not mention this as I wasnt sure if this was accurate from the translations available. Along with this, according to PM, while Monggeu said it was PM's decision to cancel the manga for Leviathan, it was in fact Monggeu's choice and PM respected and accepted this. I would also like to mention that the letter from the PMUA/GCS stated that because PM didnt directly contribute to Leviathan or Wonder Lab, that PM owned nothing and only Monggeu and Mimi owned everything. One, this is false as PM has already said they worked with both during the creation of Wonder Lab and Leviathan (Wonder Lab had more freedom) and two, personally, that is incredibly insane. Just because I make a new comic in the DC or Marvel universe with some new characters does not mean I own everything in the comic.

link for anyone wishing to read PM's statement in English: https://x.com/LimbusCompany_B/status/1816630063154233644

[geothermalescapist]

fuck it i saw someone else do it and i’d like to see if it works for me

20 notes and i’ll clean up my room by putting away my clothes

ok the floor looks much better

30 notes and i’ll start to repair a shirt that i’ve been meaning to

im like halfway there

40 notes and i’ll go to bed before 11 for a few nights in preparation for my cousin visiting soon

10 pm !! it felt good i cant lie i’ll keep it ip once they leave

50 notes and i’ll start a book ive been meaning to instead of looking at my phone before bed

i cant tell id it made any difference. but who knows

75 notes and i’ll start taking short walks everyday for the summer (or as often as i can)

100 notes and i’ll talk to my friend about something thats been bothering me and ask him for advice (dont ask why i actively really dont feel like doing this)

i did it anyways LOL what else can i do for 100

help me try to motivate my stupid brain i guess 🥲

edit - yuh oh

[mashamorevvna]

i was looking at the 'which studio would u want to take over dragon age for new games' poll & the level of vitriol in there is so funny to me. like id take any studio who wants to take a crack at it. if they fumble it, too bad; if they don't, good game!

& it's funny bc a lot of arguments are rooted in IP consistency (funny af when every dragon age has been sensibly different) but i dont have to live in IP world, & i think it's always a net positive when ppl can play in other's sandboxes regardless of the result

[sometimes-ill-think48]

Bucky and the Kid Pt.1

This is my first fic on here, and I'm not completely sure how this works. But I am doing my best here.

Summary: A former soldier, haunted by their dark past of being programmed to kill, tries to live quietly with their cat, Alpine. But when a mysterious vigilante reporter catches their attention, they find themselves at a local cafe, where they meet a kid who looks strangely familiar. As they talk, the kid’s smile and demeanor bring back unsettling memories, making the soldier question if their past is catching up with them in unexpected ways.

Warnings: Unexpected child, and the iconic tin man Bucky Barnes

Pt.2 Pt.3

There was another nightmare, another person killed. They didn’t deserve this. Nobody did, not the way they programmed me to kill without thinking. I know it was someone important. Someone who wouldn’t have needed to go unless HYDRA saw them as a threat. 

The morning was slow, and Alpine swatted at the dust in the air. She stopped only to curl up on the couch beside me to read, and eventually, she would start to doze off. I clicked the TV on, scrolling through channels, barely listening to them for a full minute. There were at least five news channels now, which was nice for different types of information, but some didn’t even post helpful news. There was a story that did catch my attention, a vigilante reporter, passing out papers and flyers instead of using the internet. Many people interviewed thought that it sounded like the Eddie Brock Show. And would talk about the different articles they found.

Nyx Articles

After pulling out my phone and doing a quick search, I found barely anything about the person. But there was plenty of their work, forums that held the records of all the papers, and even some rabbit holes about who the person was.

It had been an hour, and Alpine was awake again, ushering out a large yawn and stretch.

“How do you feel about an adventure, huh?” She gave a small chirp and leaped off the couch. Moments later she arrived with a jacket and sat by the door. 

Several people were in the same cafe with laptops, making the IP address difficult to locate. Walking around would help after standing in the corner for two minutes. I walked towards the counter where several pastries and a large chalkboard menu on the wall stood. 

“Can I help you with anything?” A voice asked, not rudely; but definitely with enough force to grab my attention. “If you’d like any recommendations, I really like the mini plum cobblers. And we also have a lot of tea options, or coffee if you like that better.” They continued, I looked down and saw a kid sitting on a stool behind the register. They had what was to be assumed the employee uniform on, and hair back behind a cap. They were looking up at me intently, waiting for a response and I realized I was standing without response for too long. 

“I’ll try that cobbler thing, and just a water,” I told them quickly, fishing out my wallet for some change.

“Alright, that will be $3.72. Unless you have a military, student, or teacher discount.”

“I don’t think you would believe when my service was done, kid.”

“I mean, you don’t have to add it, but if you do, then I just have to check your ID, " they said, not fazed by my response. I pulled a five-dollar bill out and handed it to them.

“Keep the change, kid. Sorry for taking so long over here.” They smiled, pulled out a container filled with the cobbler, and handed it to me, wishing me a nice day. I sat down at one of the empty tables, Alpine taking the opportunity to pop out of the loosely zipped jacket and look up at me. 

“Don’t worry I got something for you,” I told her, opening the lid to the water so she could hydrate. I took out my phone and checked that I had found the correct IP address, when still correct I looked around trying to see if anyone had the same style of paper on their computers. After a while, with the cobbler being gone and Alpine starting to fall asleep again; the kid from the counter came over. Book and cup in their hands.

“Hey, I was wondering if I could sit with you. Most of the tables are filled up and I don’t like having my back to the door on the booths.” They explained, their hat was off, letting albeit familiar-looking styled hair from years ago.

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind my cat. She gets grumpy when she’s tired.” I told them, offering a chair. They set their stuff down and cooed at Alpine before going to their book with intention. The book was titled ‘The Radium Girls’ and my mind went back to the aftereffects that caused many of those people to have their jaw fall off. I remember it was mainly the rich people who were able to live afterward, affording the treatments and surgeries.

“Sorry if this bothers you. My mom usually picks me up after my shift, but we just got a new kid yesterday and I think it’s gonna be a while before anyone gets here.” They apologized, marking their place in the book and setting it down. They started to pick at their hands, light and dark scabs littering their hands.

“Don’t worry about it, do you want to talk about it? Or is this something that is private?” I asked, turning towards them. They looked lost in thought before breathing a quiet sigh.

“My parents do foster care and adoption, so there is always someone who is going to be coming and going. My parents adopted me when I was I think a toddler, and they were really good at helping people. They still are don’t get me wrong, I just think they forget that they need to also remember that they are people.”

“You sound like you’re close to them.” I tried, after a few beats of silence. They smiled and put their book away, turning towards me.

“I never got your name when you took your order, " they said as if it were an epiphany. 

“James, James Barnes. Though a lot of people call me Bucky.” I told them,

“Nice to meet you, kid.”

“Nice to meet you too Mr. Barnes, I hope I can talk to you again.” They smiled, and then I noticed an all too familiar grin. One I see in the mirror every day when I wake up, and see I don’t look like death. That was my smile, and that was my old hair, and my stare, on a random kid.

[beesmygod]

First, I just want to say that AGS is something I've been following for a very long time and has been one of the few comics to consistently outdo itself in its exploration, curiosity, and the writing just being so damn good. My question for you as someone with a lot of similar perspectives is: how do you not go mad seeing the constant disingenuous comics and other works that have been exponentially popping up the last decade or so? For every comic like yours I feel there are a hundred more with absolutely no heart or purpose beyond squeezing money out of its readers. I keep getting suckered into reading new things with absolutely gorgeous art just to be a an hour in and realizing there's just nothing here. It just feels so different from your work and Thorsby's, which I can never express enough my thanks for your highlighting of them, that it just makes me sad about putting my own stuff out there. Thank you.

hi, thank you for the very flattering words. to be honest i just haven't been looking at the landscape of new webcomics lately bc of a combination of factors, so im not exposed to anything that would bum me out. i was getting pretty disillusioned with the field about a year ago (for different reasons, but including yours to some degree) before i decided to eject myself from the scene as much as possible and hyperfocus on my own work, turning that critical lens on myself until i meet my own standards.

what i really miss and have been seeking out is the authentic touch of a truly amateur production. i want to see people with shaky but functional artistic prowess slowly improve at the craft over time as they fall in love with the medium and the freedom it/self publishing offers. if i wanted a slick, highly polished comic experience created as a transparent bid to have the ip farmed out, id read marvel/dc again lol.

[dragonsareawesome123]

[ID: Screen shot from Owen Dennis's blog with text that says: What Are the Shows About? I can't go into details really, but I think I can give some rough ideas on themes and genres maybe? IPs: Two game adaptations, both wildly different from one another, but both are adult comedies. One has themes about trust and othering, while the other has themes about actualization, abandonment, and how modern capitalism interacts with our sense of self. You know, comedy!]

Omg, Owen actually talked about the Among Us TV show on his blog a while ago without mentioning it by name. Very intrigued about what the other game adaptation he’s working on is 👀👀👀