#TechBoy

[macamarsme]

Selección tipográfica para mis personajes favoritos. Parte 1.

[readerviews]

"The Photograph" by Eve M. Riley

What an Absolute Ride #books #bookreview #reading #readerviews

The Photograph    Eve M. RileySnugrox Publishing (2024)ISBN: 978-1916398290Reviewed by Sara Lancaster for Reader Views (09/2024) What happens when a charming, completely “out” and loving-sex-with-multiple-partners gay man is confronted by a geeky, “boringly stable” tech guy who doesn’t do one-night stands and prefers to take things slow? One who’s stuck firmly “in the closet?” Buckle your…

[4rtific]

DaniBoy: Bailarín Electro y contemporáneo, TechBoys/Style Up Crew.

Conocimos a DaniBoy en el primer evento al que asistimos y lo hemos visto desarrollarse más y más así como su propio estilo dancístico. Actualmente pertenece a Style Up Crew y está por iniciar su carrera como bailarín en la Universidad de Querétaro, profesionalizando su faceta de artista del movimiento. Aquí pues te traemos para el Archivo de la Comunidad Electro, la historia de DaniBoy: El…

[thinkingstoned]

just saw a post thhat reminded me the IT at my last job literally tried to get me to download chrome when they saw i was using firefox

it *remotes into my computer to look at an Issue TM was having(unrelated to the browser)*: is that, firefox?? oh god, ok so first im just gona, im gona open this here for you- *googles chrome and opens the download page, didnt download it but Got It Ready for me to* its so much better

me *laughing until i realize theyre Serious*: ...isnt firefox way more secure though..?

it: ..........alright well-

[celestial-fang]

I highly recommend Rogue Trader because you can have a Drukhari, a Craftworlder, a Sister, a techboi, a Space Wolf, an Inquisition agent and more together in a room while banging around three of them on a bed covered in flayed prisoners and praying to Slaanesh, and the Inquisition be perfectly fine with it but they won’t be fine with it once the Lord Inquisitor realizes that he will NOT have his precious apprentice date a hoe and personally come down to cockblock you by forcing you to be monogamous

[skepticbehindthescreen]

My friend told me to send this to you.

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Its binary im sure you can figure it out techboy. Welp off to kyoto. See ya

A complete waste of effort. I demand those five seconds of my time back, cat.

[dr-doomsduck]

Ugh, okay, ugh. I just, I have to share this here because everyone in my direct environment either A) knows nothing of AI or B) is a techboi who eats that shit up. So, this one is for the refined folks on our hellsite only.

I've got this friend, and we used to do games together. Online, offline, boardgames, videogames, D&D, the works. He's also someone who likes DIY projects, which he never finishes. He's also got a busy life, kid got born, just adult stuff. So, for a long while, we've put everything on pause. For the past two years, there's always SOME reason why he can't spend time with us. Which is fine, again, we're adults, I'll see you when I see you.

Except, today he comes to me and he tells me about this project he's been up to (mind you, he still has to redo his entire office so he can go back to playing games). He's been working on some ChatGPT project that's supposed to replace a DM in a digital D&D game. So he can just play D&D via mail with...idk who he's planning to do this with, sure as hell ain't gonna be me. And I just got so fucking frustrated on so many levels. Because, well, DMing is an art. It's improv, it's tactics, it's storytelling, it's a 100 different things this man was never able to do properly. So, he's trying to outsource it. Instead of spending time with us, instead of learning how to do things with his friends. He'd rather have a machine spit out a half baked game for him. He could spend his time playing games with us instead of spending his few precious hours setting this up this thing that has stolen from actual DMs.

He'd rather have the machine than us. We're not expecting him to DM or do anything in that capacity. We want to spend time with him.

He just wants to be vaguely entertained without using his brain and without his friends.

excuse me while I go and scream.

[sniffanimal]

if anyone's jumping ship / getting banhammered I recommend cohost for the closest to Tumblr feel and its devs are not techboy millionaires. my username there is just Donnie!

[chiantishiree]

i love romanlukas bc it’s so out of context to anyone who haven’t seen succession. why is this nepo baby flirts with techboy and why tf is the bigbone trauma dumping and little one letting out emotional outburst. so minmal screentime holly shit wait they have the last laugh!! why is he saying love you roman!!

[chapter-master-darius]

“Hey, techboy,” Chapter Master Elliara Duskmantle smiled, leaning against the doorframe. Her power armor was being serviced, and so she currently prowled the Revanant ship in a tank top and sweatpants. Despite trying to appear casual, she couldn’t help but radiate a predatory energy.

“You heard about us working together to fuck up these Orks, right? Got anything that can help with that? Demolitions, preferably, but if you can program some holoprojectors for terrorizing the greenskins, all the better.”

( @wings-of-morrigan )

Bahram looks over at the unfamiliar voice, and lets out a squeak at seeing the Chapter Master. “W-Well not me specifically. I-I’m just Eklius’ assistant.” He admits, blushing redder than a tomato.

The young lad tries to avert his eyes from the Chapter Master for some reason.

@wings-of-morrigan

[technicbread]

Oh Lord, alright imma pull out the essay...

So, it started with tiny me wanting an online name, to do stuffs, and as tiny peeps do they want something "cool" and since I was convinced I was a genius with computers, it became 'tekmasterboy'... Yeah that's part one

So then a friend of mine got annoyed that one part of my name was in Danish and the rest English, so I naturally ignored his comment, but after a month I remembered it and decided to actually change it to 'techmasterboy'... Part two done

But a year or so after I had a YouTube channel running cause I wanted to be a YouTuber like any little kid did at the time, I then suddenly started to realize that I might not be as amazing with computers as I thought I was, so as to not sound like a liar I wanted to change it, but 'techboy' sounded dumb to me so I took a week to figure out what to change to until I landed on 'technicboy' and this name some people might actually remember even if just slightly... Part three, still a way to go

An unknown time later I had stopped doing YouTube cause I had realized I had no affinity for being a creator, and I was starting to be more and more active on platforms such as Reddit and discord, and I started to realize how keeping the name 'technicboy' would insinuate that I was a child which wasn't true, so I changed it to 'technicdude' and this was around the time where I was streaming on twitch for my very first time, but it only lasted a week before I forgot what twitch was... Part four almost there

A week after I changed it to 'technicdude' I felt like I just wasn't fitting me at all, so I wanted to change it but had no idea what to change it to, then I decided just as a joke do 'technicbaguette' which was cause I often joked about hitting people with a baguette... Part five nearly done

And finally after embracing my obsession with bread I constructed the name 'TechnicBread' as I didn't just like baguettes, I loved all types of bread, I immediately started writing a docs document filled with a bunch of bread facts, this document is now known as the Bread Bible also know as the Brible and with a new motivation for being a creator I started going onto twitch where I still stream every so often... That's the story of my username, thanks for reading all 6 parts 🫵😎👍 💚

If you wanna say smth just tag me in your comment on the original post, I'll read and try to respond to it💚

USERNAME LORE GIVE IT TO ME NOW YOU ALL

[readerviews]

"The Secret" by Eve M. Riley

A Steamy Contemporary Romance with Lots of Layers #books #bookreview #reading #readerviews

The Secret Eve M. RileySnugrox Publishing (2023)ISBN:  978-1916398269Reviewed by Tammy Ruggles for Reader Views (01/2024) “The Secret: A Steamy Second Chance Romance” by Eve M Riley is the third offering in the popular and well-reviewed Techboys Series, and what a wonderful read it is. This book is an example of how good a contemporary romance novel can be. The series sounds, well, very…

[newestmusic]

IVI, Coullin - Techboy | Official audio

[random-imagines-blog]

King of the Wasteland {Tech Boy x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1745 Summary: Tech-Boy finds it hard to tell you how he feels. It’s a good thing you’re a master of communication. Notes: Language. It is Techboy after all.

Technology is meant to be cold. It’s meant to be used for your purposes and then upgraded, and then thrown away. It wasn’t supposed to develop any sort of feeling. It’s representation as one of the ‘New Gods’ wasn’t like the others, who things were sacrificed to in order to incite favor. It was just supposed to work. And so it did for many, many years. Doing the thing that it was just supposed to do - until Mr. World had come into play, and stirred things up. And you. You had been the last thing that the Technical Boy had expected to come into his life and shake it like James Bond’s martini.

One of the New Gods yourself, you were on the fence about the war, having friends on both sides. Tech-Boy had been sent to try to lure you over onto his side. The winning side, he had promised. And with that charming tongue, he enticed you and you moved from neutral onto the new side, but preferred the sidelines because all of this violence and taunting was not your style.

It was his, so he did it on behalf of both of you.

“Irrelevant, medieval,” He ranted as you sat on your couch, sipping at a glass of wine. He had been turned down again by one of the other Gods, and turned to you in order to bitch about it. You didn’t speak, knowing that it was much better to let him get it out of his system. Shadow Moon - Wednesday - Bilquis. He would talk about all of them while you listened. He didn’t need advice. He wouldn’t have welcomed it, not even from you. He knew best.

He managed to get most of it out of his system, and then collapsed next to you on the couch. He brought his vape out of his pocket, and took a puff. It exuded a smoke that smelled of watermelon. Your favorite. You lightly tapped against his knees in a morse code pattern, telling him that everything was going to be okay.

“What in the fuck are they doing to me? Sending me as their errand boy,” He said, leaning his head back, exposing his long neck. “If I didn’t have you, I’d fucking explode.”

That wasn’t altogether new, but it was an unexpected compliment from him.

“All I do is listen,” You said, making little circles over his knees now. Communication was your talent, your gift to the world - made more prevalent by the psychiatrists of the last century and a half who found new ways of doing it. Body language. Different types of love languages. You even worked with technology on many things - morse code, binary. Media was your sister in many ways, and combined you created social media. That was the thing about Gods - they could merge. They became many things over time. Developed new skills as humanity became more and more creative about what they wanted and what they needed. “You’re more skilled than you realize. You’ve brought me and others onto your side. You just need to ... find the right language.”

He looked over at you, and seemed to evaluate what working with you on this would bring him. And then he nodded, agreeing with you. He paced around the couch and then settled down beside you, pulling his bony knees up to sit cross-legged. Such a Tech-Boy thing to do. He had troubles sitting still. He always felt the need to evolve. To be better. Restlessness was his demon.

“I-” He started. You turned your head to look at him, eye to eye. Whatever he was going to say didn’t come out. He looked like he had lost his nerve. You tilted your head to the side, patiently waiting for him to continue with it. “I...”

He’d never lost his words like this before. Been interrupted and stopped speaking, sure. But when all was silent, he always managed to fill it, even if it wasn’t in the most eloquent way. He was probably about as elegant as a gigantic elephant, stomping around, but instead of loud footsteps, he had his foul language. Not your greatest achievement in language.

“I appreciate it,” He finally managed to say. You nodded, and finished off your glass of wine, setting the goblet onto the table, and stretched out, your legs going over his body. It was hardly the first time. In fact, you were the only person that he allowed to get so close like this. His arm settled on top of your leg, and he had his thinking expression on. There was always something going on behind those dark eyes of his. And it was rare that he stuttered like that. Below his dignity, you would have thought.

“You seem like you want to say something else,” You said, speaking aloud what you were picking up on. He was tense. He was stressed quite a bit, but rarely tense. Of course you were going to notice. And of course you were going to grow worried. “What is it?”

“Fuck,” He said, rubbing the space between his eyes, breaking off the contact. That alone told you something. It was something about you. He was having trouble saying it.

“Just say it, boy,” You said, nudging him in the stomach with your knee. He held your leg down now, so you wouldn’t be able to do it again. He was stronger than those little twig arms would have you believe.

“I really fucking hate it when you call me that,” He said, glaring at you then looked away quickly. You sighed, and started to massage your own neck.

“Well, we’re going to be joining the old Gods by the time that you finally say whatever it is,” You spoke a bit dramatically. But that was what it was going to take. He was worrying you. But if you showed that to him, he would just revoke whatever it was. He wouldn’t say it. He’d go on ranting so he would seem normal again.

“I never speak properly to you,” He said, like this was some sort of revelation.

“What do you mean?”

“All I do is talk about this fucking war, how annoying media is, how much I hate Shadow...”

“Well, yes, but those are big parts of your life, our lives right now,” You said, reaching over and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Though you do seem really focused on Shadow Moon for some reason. You would feel a lot better if you just left that to Mr. World. You aren’t the only soldier in his army, after all.”

“Fucking right I’m not,” He grumbled.

His hands started to rub at your leg. It didn’t seem like he knew that he was doing it. His fingers made any tension that you were holding under your skin disappear. You weren’t about to start complaining. You smiled lazily, and moaned through your nose, enjoying it. He kept his eyes on you, watching you. “I need to tell you something,” He said, emphasizing the word need. You nodded, and decided to wait patiently this time. Clearly the pressure of earlier hadn’t worked.

He started to look like a fish that had been taken out of water. Or like a child in a school choir who forgot the words and was miming singing. “A little to the left,” You whispered, and his hands moved of their own volition, getting the sweet spot.

The room was preternaturally quiet. You did not keep clocks around in your house, so there wasn’t even the sound of one ticking.

“I -” He started, but then failed again. “Why do you have to make communicating so fucking hard sometimes? Isn’t it your job to make it easy?”

“I’m not trying to make it hard for you,” You said, watching him struggle. It hurt you a bit to see him that way. “Is there any other way that you could tell me?”

“What do you think I’m fucking doing here?” He asked. You pursed your lips and looked over all that he was doing. You took in all of those visual cues to try to understand what he was getting at. When it hit you, it hit you fast and by surprise. You hadn’t been expecting this message, let alone for it to be so loud and clear.

“And yet you still cannot say it?” You teased. It might have been malicious, he certainly thought that it was, but he smirked and looked away from you, focusing his attentions on the table.

“I ... love wine., He picked up your abandoned glass. There were still a few drops, clinging onto the bottom. Not enough to swirl but he attempted it anyway. You laughed lightly,  and shook your head. Well, some people were better at other forms of commuication than others. Tech-Boys wasn’t verbal, as was becoming abundantly clear. But it was physical.

“Silly boy,” You said, moving in closer to him.

“Don’t fuckin-” He was going to complain about you calling him that once again, but you stopped him with a bit of physical communication of your own. A kiss, put on his lips from yours. It was enough to make him shut up for a moment. Right in the middle of a swear too, which was no small feat.

He kissed back with a hunger that had been growing in his stomach for weeks. It had started off with a small craving, like one that he got whenever he discovered a new drug out there. But then when he had tried to brush it off, wipe it out of his mind, focus on work, it grew and it grew. It became so large, that he didn’t even have the room to develop the words to make it happen. His body went on autopilot, doing the work for him.

There were sparks flying during this kiss - both literally and figuratively. Little bits of electricity shocked the skin of both of you, until it became almost too much to bear and you pulled away, giggling at all of these sensations.

“Are you always this premature, or am I just lucky?” You asked.

“You and your fucking teasing.”

“What can I say? It’s how I communicate.”

[hisdeadwife]

Any one have gifs of Tech and New Media together? Would love all that's out there. Please and thank you so so much.