#automatic slideshow

[saturdaynightghostclub]

Guys I miss Tiktok. I’m ready to be hurt again

[divinector]

Automatic Image Slideshow

[codingflicks]

Automatic CSS Image Slider

[trashcatgallade]

I want to make Guts berserk my profile picture on discord but right now its the back cover art of choking victims no gods no managers and I like it too much 2 change it <\3

[celestiliall]

"Down, Boy!"

cw: phainon x reader, shameless reader, phainon being a fool in love, embarrassing situation, secondhand embarrassment, mydei being the victim of the thirdwheel and tired of his friends' antics, highschool au, comedy, fluff.

note: I made this as a joke cause I was inspired by that trend on tik tok, so enjoy :3

Being on your phone 24/7 meant that you were already knowledgeable enough on how to use social media in the current era. Being on social media, meant that you would always found yourself keeping up with the latest trends, depending on how you organized your fyp.

For example, Tik Tok.

Everytime you had nothing to do, your finger would automatically pressed on the logo of the app, so that you would be able to scroll through your fyp in order to indulge yourself by watching through all kinds of videos, each of them bringing a side to one of your current interests.

Until you came across an illustrated slideshow, about two fictional characters; one of them ordering the other to get down, whilst saying "Down, boy!" And the other who was told the order, eventually following what the former said by getting down on the floor, looking up at them as if they were a dog who was trained to follow whatever its master told it to do.

You loved this kind of contents, it just bring out a funny side to the community you were in—with how everybody in the comments would say their thoughts about it and proceeded to joke around, as if this was a common thing (which it was). And it was fictional, so there wasn't anything remotely bad about it, so long as real life people don't do them.

Which begged the thought...

When you found these videos, all of them having followed the same trend of making their favorite fictional characters being paired up, you couldn't help but find yourself thinking of your boyfriend, who had been nothing but sweet and devoted to you. Sometimes, he would be too devoted, despite you not expecting him to.

Just like a golden-retriever.

Despite not wanting to think about it at first, you couldn't help but imagine how it would be like if both of you ended up being these fictional characters in the slideshow, with you telling your boyfriend, Phainon, to get down on his knees, seeing if he would actually follow what you said or not.

Just for the fun of it. Not because you had a thing of telling your boyfriend whatever you wanted him to do in order to satisfy that interesting mind of yours—oh no, that would be bad.

...But would it?

"Down, boy!" A loud and authoritative voice suddenly called out, ringing throughout the already emptied classroom. The suddenness in your tone made the two tall figures who had been busy arguing with eachother just for the sake of it—to stop and looked at you with stunned faces plastered on their expressions.

The three of you were busy cleaning the classroom after school ended since all of you had cleaning duty today. Aside from you, you were accompanied by two opposite-attracted figures who had been nothing but lousy teenagers, mostly caused by the white-haired boy, Phainon, aka your boyfriend—who wouldn't keep his mouth shut toward the strawberry-blonde haired boy, Mydei, who just wanted to get this over with and head home.

Staring at them from the side, you heaved out a quiet sigh upon their childish antics, shaking your head at the sight. So, in an effort to silenced them up for good, your mind was suddenly reminded back to the thought of that specific trend. In the midst of their increased banter, you turned your back, wondering if you should actually do it or not.

Which you shouldn't, your half-mind continued to tell you so—but the thought of doing it made you to actually reconsider, despite the humiliation that you would feel if the attempt turned out to be a failure. Not to mention, how there was a third figure who would be on the scene. Mydei.

Putting a finger under your chin, your eyes shut closed to continue considering whether or not this was the right course of action (it wasn't). But hearing how their voices started to grew louder, you ended up being swayed by your own thoughts. With a tightened grip on the broom you were holding, you turned on your heels, before screaming out the words that you had been wanting to say—specifically, to your boyfriend.

Along with your words, your unoccupied hand moved up to point a finger toward the ground, emphasizing your words to get Phainon to get down on the floor, just like how the characters in the trend did. Looking at him with a serious expression, you made sure to not turn your gaze toward Mydei in order to lessen up the humiliation that would creep up later if your attempt failed.

The room instantly fell silent with your sudden exclamation, with how both figures looked at you with bewilderment written all over their faces. Both of them wondering on what you meant and the reason on why you would do this so suddenly.

The first one to break the silence was your tough-looking friend, Mydei, who was more dumfounded than your boyfriend, looking at you with a frown surprise. "What–" He was about to ask on what you were actually doing, perplexed on why you would say something so bold all of a sudden. But then–

As if on instinct, Phainon, who was standing close to him, suddenly crouched down on the floor, both of his hands holding the broom up in order to stabilize himself. Despite not saying anything, his action received quite interesting reactions from both individuals.

Both you and Mydei were shocked to see his actual compliance, turning your heads down onto the white-haired boy who was looking up at you now, staring at you with a serious but compliance in his eyes. One feeling proud of his compliance toward your order, while the other–

"Dude... Why would you–"

"Oh my god, you actually did what I said!" Your exclamation overshadowed Mydei's words, covering your mouth with a hint of joy creeping up on your expression. "I didn't think you were actually going to do it, but...!"

Having been too excited, you ended up rambling on about the reason you decided to do this by explaining the origin of the idea, the same goofy smile you held on your lips remained fixed; completely oblivious to the actual matter you were supposed to be taking account after seeing your boyfriend doing what you actually told him to do.

Perhaps, you had already expected for him to comply, given that Phainon would always be so head over heels for you from time-to-time, if not—often.

In the midst of your continued ramblings, Mydei turned his focus back onto his white-haired friend who hadn't moved an inch from his spot on the ground, looking at him with confusion in his eyes due to his questionable behavior.

"You..." He muttered, before sighing and rubbing his face with exasperation. "Why would you actually follow what they said? You could've just said no, or just continued to be surprised like I did–" He started to protest, before his words got cut off once again—but this time, coming from Phainon's breathed chuckle.

"I couldn't help it, y'know?" He replied, tearing his gaze away from you to look up, in order to see his friend's face. "The way they said it... It's as if an invisible string had been attached onto my body." He bluffed, before laughing softly. "...making me to end up doing what they told me to do."

Despite Phainon's answer for doing what he did, it was evident from Mydei's expression that he didn't believe a single word coming from this guy's mouth. Heck, even thinking that he made absolutely no sense at all. But alas, he couldn't do anything except to let out another sigh, crossing his arms with annoyance upon both of his friends' behaviors.

Seeing his friend's reaction, Phainon laughed again, before diverting his attention back toward the person in front of him—who had been rambling non-stop on why they ended up doing what they did. The sight of his lover being excited like this, it couldn't help but make his lips curved up into another smile, albeit more sincere.

If only Mydei knew... that one of the reasons on why he ended up following what you said; was because the frown you held when you exclaimed those words to him...

It made him unable to disobey you, to disappoint you.

The furrowed eyebrows, the authoritative tone–

Everything.

Everything about you made him unable to hold himself back from surrendering to you fully, having been too enamored to question himself on why he did what he had to do.

Having been too in love with you.

Although, Phainon's sure—that if Mydei heard the actual reasons behind his compliance, the guy would definitely give him a harsh smack on the head for being so foolish, for being so hopelessly attached with you.

But, who cares? As long as it's you, he wouldn't have it any other way.

For he had made it his mission to satisfy your needs, in order to get an endearing reaction from you in return. The person he loved, until death do them part.

[sukeruton-san]

(I have garnered enough self-confidence where I can put my weird ideas in a post without dying in a hole with self-doubt)

Next

A Coffee Heart

Danny's a heavy coffee drinker and he has his reasons. Ever since the half-fatal accident at 14 his heart beats at a very slow rate like 32 beats per minute type of slow

He fell asleep in class and didn't wake up automatically to a pencil dropping, once (he fought six big ghost attacks in a span of 3 hours that day, give him a break) he nearly caused Mr Lancer a heart attack it took 10 minutes to convince him to not call the hospital.

Ever since that day, he's been drinking coffee with enough caffeine in it to kill a horse, both for the energy when ghost fighting and faster heart rate.

His parents decided that they needed to take an emergency trip to Gotham to get rid of its ' Shadow mimicking human mocking echo scum ' which was apparently Batman & Co. . . .

3 days, a shit ton of research, 37 cups of 'I am living human' coffee, more research (not batfam related) and a 253 slideshow presentation that I lovingly called Gothampedia. I managed to convince them that the furry vigilantes aren't ghost ( they don't believe that humans can do the things that the bats do, so there metas) and that Gotham has many many more dangers then ghost doing its thing there

It worked. . . .sort of

" why are we packing again I thought the Gothampedia was enough"

"oh sweetheart it was" mom says she heaves a large trunk (most likely goes weapons/technology) inside the GAV " the meta vigilantes may not be the ghost haunting gotham but it is certainly haunted, the dark and dreary weight over the city must be nothing else."

Dad comes over with a mouthful of fudge swallowing " your mother is right Danny-O, Gotham needs our help and what better help is there than the Fenton's! plus with how informative your slides was,"you were barely awake for the majority of it "you know the ins and out of the place so we don't need to worry."

The probability of Ghosts aren't the problem here, it's the fact that you dress in the neon hazmat suits carrying around bulking handmade weapons that will put you on Batman's watchlist faster than you can say Going Ghost! Gotham has plenty of mad scientists you don't need to mingle with them!!

After trying and failing to get them the least postpone this adventure he looked on with Dread

There's no way to get out of this isn't there. . . .

Maybe Gotham has less restrictions on the amount of caffeine I can get in coffee.

[snapscube]

is the new art showcase on stream automatic or do you still have to manually collect and render all the art into a looping video? i seem to remember there used to be one but it was too tedious to manually make every time

it is not FULLY automated but its much more automated than it used to be! now i literally just have to save the images into the right folder w the right name formatting (very very easy to do) and then double click a program that refreshes the slideshow. takes like 2 seconds.

[jimages-daily]

GUYSSSS MY PHONE AUTOMATICALLY MADE A SLIDESHOW OF MY JIMAGES LMAOOOO

[wangcairen]

Feast your eyes on the cover image of today’s slideshow of Zhang Linghe pictures, generated automatically by my Apple Photos app. This is happening because I’ve saved so many photos of him to my phone that Apple thinks we got together last year. My husband is, perhaps understandably, salty. I’m willing to make this throuple work.

[somethingvinyl]

Ok so you know how iPhones will do that thing where they automatically generate slideshows out of your old photos?

This morning mine gave me one called “Early Moments Together” that was a bunch of pictures of me trying out makeup and femme clothes before I came out.

And I’m trying to figure out what the algorithm thinks. I’m the only person in these “moments together” pictures, so like, it thinks that’s someone else? It “knew” me pre-transition, so does it think I’m two different people? It knows exactly when this second person showed up, too, because those were the earliest pictures I took of my feminine self.

What I’m saying is, I think my phone thinks I’m a girl I’m dating.

[archangelruind]

part of a work call today was a slideshow of photos set to the golden girls theme and the automatic transcripts did so bad i was genuinely hysterical

[divinector]

Automatic Image Slideshow using HTML and CSS Only

[codingflicks]

CSS HTML Slider

[iidylllic]

Restraint 🖤

Dark!Pantalone x reader | 1.8k words

Summary: You hold one part of yourself close- the ability to restrain your desires.

Reader specifics: GN, doll analogy used

Character specifics: If you’re reading when he’s released in game, he’s probably OOC, no nationality specified

Tags: DARK, non consensual relationship, blurred lines and unstable relationship, “colleagues” lines blurred, eula voiceline lore used, no smut

Notes: I think this is a little abstract

I am 18+ have read the above, and consent to seeing this content [yes ⬇️] [no ↩️]

You never wanted to get involved with the Fatui.

Hardly anyone does. Growing up around them, you’ve seen a blurred slideshow of changing faces- the ones coming back from their duty to the Tsaritsa, swapped out with the ones embarking. The lack of continuity shaped your young mind with a dream of stability. You wished for a reality shaped by consistency, where nobody was desperate for money or improvement of their rank.

That’s how you ended up with Pantalone.

He doesn’t give you his real name. Not yet, so he says. The level of secrecy is surfeit for someone who has nobody to tell it to.

And you see him every day. You devote your full attention to him. You’re a secretary, turned personal assistant, turned…

You can’t bring yourself to address it.

Initially, you had believed that secretarial work would be the no-strings-attached experience you needed. Take the money, go to Liyue, carry all your records and papers to avoid accusations of being a spy (apparently nothing gets past the Tianquan anyway) and settle down for a stable life.

If you left now, you wouldn’t choose Liyue anymore. Too many connections to the market.

“Ah, darling-“

You snap out of your haze. He’s stretching himself backwards on his seat, looking up towards the ceiling. Quickly and lightly, you get on your feet and walk over to him, going to his back so you can massage your fingertips into his shoulders.

“Mm…”

You press a little harder. He lets out a long sigh through his nose. A mild wave of nausea rolls over your body.

“You looked lost in thought there.” He says plainly. Across your time with Pantalone, you’ve learned that most of his statements are demands, and many of his questions are rhetorical. In your responses, you know better than to be vague.

“I was thinking of places I would like to visit one day.”

Not exactly a lie.

“Is that so?”

You nod even though he can’t see it. He brings his hand up and gently motions to the side, indicating for you to move out of the way.

“Try not to stall so much during work. We’ll always have plenty of time for discussion once it’s over.”

You hadn’t planned on discussing it, but Pantalone automatically assumes himself to be privy to your thoughts. It’s amusing how intensely professional he remains, given that he had offered that you stop formally working for him the month before, and become something of a “companion”. You had refused, because who would possibly accept a role so vague and unsettling? He had only chuckled, leading you to believe he wasn’t all that serious, but ever since that day he’s been very… rigorous … on the clock. It could be read as a display of passive-aggressiveness.

He stands up. You dread the moment he’ll lay his eyes on you. The papers you were working on sit at your own desk in neat piles, nearing completion. He wouldn’t be angry. He never is- or at least, never shows it. There’s more work than normal recently. But there’s still a fear that sits in your gut, constricting around your organs, a fast beating heart and shallow lungs.

But having some extra work to do isn’t a bother, especially if you can complete it after dinner-

“Finish that up for me, dear. I don’t want you preoccupied when we come back home.”

“Of course.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes glance to the side in restrained disappointment. He hates being called “Lord Harbinger” by you. And he’s stopped you from calling him “sir”. You believe he expects you to return with an affectionate nickname of sorts, to meet his constant “darling”s and “dear”s but so far you’ve been unable to muster one up.

Pantalone leaves you to the rest of your work, returning a few minutes later with your coat and boots. After sorting the last of the papers, you start putting your boots on, becoming startled when you stand up to see Pantalone ready to help you into your coat. He hums as you put each arm through its respective sleeve, and your hands race to do up your buttons lest he intervene before you. There’s a moment after you retrieve your gloves from the pockets where you look up at him, and he sweeps a hand across your cheek under the guise of tucking back hair. In his eyes there’s a sickening sense of admiration, like a child lovingly gazing at a porcelain doll.

You are his doll, you suppose. His toy sounds depraved, but it would be equally true. Dressed up and taken everywhere, introduced to strangers like a show-and-tell, cradled in his arms as he sleeps, a fragile substitute for a love he never once received. You watch with glassy eyes as he touches you with reckless abandon, your eyelids shut dully when you lay down with him, and when the string is pulled on your back, you tell him how wonderful he is. You commend his success and offer him reassurance you doubt he needs. Despite this, you are defective. He has never once managed to hear you squeak out an “I love you” from your battered voice-box. He treats you with a certainty that it is there, that it will manifest into reality if he simply persists. In this respect, you and his monetary treasures are similar.

-❤️-

Another dinner passes with him across the table from you. He’s started taking you out at least once a week, and you’re unsure if these count as dates. You would rather just believe he’s attempting to show you his wealth with his choices of restaurants.

Returning home brings him to his favourite part of the day. Time for recreation is a luxury in Snezhnaya, and though Pantalone can certainly afford it, he restricts himself (and simultaneously you) from indulging in it too much.

You don’t think you can run off to your own room like you used to do when work was finished. What you would give to fall asleep on the unused bed, to stretch out on the fresh sheets. The room is dull and grey, but it’s your own space, a guarantee of privacy. It’s a place you hardly ever visit, swapped in favour of the red and gold of Pantalone’s bedroom. The extravagance of his tastes has always left you uneasy.

Trying to stall making contact with him for as long as possible, you sit yourself on one of the armchairs and idly fiddle with a book from the table beside it. This doesn’t last long.

“Don’t be like that,” He chuckles, playing off your antics as a joke. “What’s wrong with sitting beside me?”

You reposition yourself next to him on the sofa, trying not to look like you’re clinging to the edge of it.

He doesn’t slide along, but his body tilts towards you. Magnetic attraction. Drawing him in.

Your mouth is dry and your fingers are trembling along a tattered page. The wine from the restaurant, offered but never received, is a faraway dream. He’s all too eager to buy your affections, and probably would’ve gotten the entire bottle for you if you’d hinted at trying a glass. Maybe every single bottle in the restaurant. But when it comes to intoxication, you restrain. To loosen up could be a great relief… or a fatal error. He has another glass of it in his hands, white wine, almost golden, and you could just as easily ask- but you never want to put yourself in a position of debt to him. He sees you glancing at it, and catches your eye in a way that captivates you. His eyebrow raises slightly before he begins speaking.

“You should get more comfortable asking for things from me.” His voice slices through the thick air, as if reading your mind.

You don’t know what to say. Instead, you just look at him, with eyes glassed over and motionless. Frozen. Silent rabbit in the mouth of a wolf. Fearing the crush. If you linger long enough, he fills the silence himself. Whether he realises it or not, he has the initiative of a desperate man. Unable to rest without getting in his words, his say, his influence.

“I’m not forcing you to, but I think we’ve grown rather close-“

You’ve grown rather close to me.

“- and it’s a dreadful sight to see you restrain yourself with the world at your fingertips.”

You swallow. It’s in this moment that you realise he’s still too prideful to simply invite you into a relationship with him. Instead, he’s coerced- no, swindled- you into a kind of pseudo-domesticity. You realise that after this, you’ll go and sleep in the same bed as him, and he will guard you and guide you like one of his investments, not stopping until he’s guaranteed returns. This is a dead end.

“Maybe it’s just my tastes.” You say sedately. A masterful facade borne of a childhood where you could never show fear.

“Mm…”

His eyes are transfixed on his wine, which he swirls lazily.

“When I was… not as financially successful, I used to refuse to drink anything except water. You couldn’t have convinced me to steal leftover tea leaves because I refused to get accustomed to the taste.”

When he glances up at you, his gaze seems to melt you down like frigid ice to malleable water. You nod.

“When I grew wealthier, I still drank water and chose to forgo other drinks. I had my tea weak and tasteless in business meetings, I refused coffee- I claimed it gave me headaches- and I restrained from alcohol. It wasn’t until an associate of mine insisted I try some of Mondstadt’s dandelion wine that I ever indulged in a full glass. They held an entire ceremony for the wine- they pour it into silver goblets, did you know?”

You shook your head. Fascinating. Distracting. Your tongue feels like sandpaper on the roof of your mouth.

“I didn’t know either at the time. And I thought that it seemed uselessly extravagant. They pour it out into the goblets, they let it sit, and then serve it with ice. But the taste was… incredible, unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. I finally looked around me, and darling, I observed that I was in a position to ask for anything I wanted, and get it,”

He raises the wine glass a little, not to his own lips, but outwards. Then towards you, until it hovers beneath your face and the sweet smell is almost enough to taste.

“But know that even from when I was young, I understood that ‘if you don’t ask, you don’t get.’ And perhaps others believe the opposite, that remaining distant and unobtrusive brings them the best in life,”

You grasp the wine glass gently in your hand, and his own retracts.

“Which frankly, I’ve never understood.”

You stare down into the glass. It feels like staring into an abyss. The golden hue shines like mora. Your breath hitches, and you finally squeeze out a high-strung, “May I?”

Pantalone nods, smiling gently with the eyes of a predator.

It’s bittersweet and reminiscent of a freedom you may never know.

[kierancaz]

Someone tell me if I’m being to sensitive but I keep seeing ppl on tiktok making edits of Barbie and posting slideshows with Barbie saying that she’s a lesbian and it lowkey makes me really sad and frustrated and want to cry bc isn’t Barbie aroace? She never shows any romantic attraction to anyone the entire film and says outright that she doesn’t have reproductive organs. Like we get so little rep and then just bc a character doesn’t show attraction to the male lead they’re automatically labeled lesbian by the fandom and idk that just annoys me a bit but idk if I’m being to sensitive about it.

[halfratsalready]

The Unhinged Jack x Wanderlust Conspiracy Board Explained

A few days ago I posted this silly conspiracy board I made for a slideshow night with my friends where I talked about how Ubisoft loves to deny Jack x Wanderlust and everyone seemed to like it so here’s an in-depth (and I mean in-depth) explanation of everything on it.

We start, of course, with Si’ha Nova and the Traveler, and Wanderlust wearing his dad’s cape at the beginning of Canned Heat because it’s super cute.

And you can’t talk about this ship without the moment from Majesty that perfectly mirrors the moment from Save Your Tears because genuinely why would they do this if they didn’t want people to ship these two? (Rainbow flag added for ✨flavor✨)

I also thought it was worth mentioning that the only time we ever actually hear any of these characters speak across all 14 lore playlist maps is literally Wanderlust calling out Jack’s name.

And now it’s time for the part that I like to call Ubisoft’s crusade against a monster of their own creation (because look at those last two points and tell me they didn’t do this to themselves. You can’t.)

Now in making this I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Ubisoft isn’t being as harsh on the ship as we’ve been thinking, because “they’re such good friends” and “best friends” with a thumbs up automatically reads as very sarcastic and joking to me, like all the memes about “historians will say they were close friends.”

Then there’s the infamous in’s and out’s New Years post, but what I hadn’t picked up on until I saw this screenshot from Twitter is that the inclusion of “normalize being evil” on the in’s list is rather suspicious and that, according to Just Dance, “this was posted by Night Swan’s army.” So I feel like that’s worth mentioning, because it casts a different light on all the other things on the lists. As in including Jack Rose in the in’s list since he’s the only one she didn’t corrupt yet and she wants to do that this year? And putting stanning Jacklust on the out’s because she’s evil and doesn’t want us to have nice things? Not too sure but hey, if someone better at analyzing things wants to look into that, I’d be down to read it.

(I also think it’s worth mentioning that “worrying about getting a Megastar” is included in the out’s list when the tweet just before that one is encouraging players to get Megastar on Zero to Hero, so some more contradictions there, but that might not mean anything, given that Night Swan’s whole thing is perfection and I feel like she would definitely be in favor of worrying over getting Megastar.)

Plus there’s the pretty popular belief that they’re just pointing out how stupid of a ship name Jacklust is, but I’m personally not at all sold on this being the reason, even if Jacklust is a stupid ship name. (I told my friends the ship name during this presentation and one of them said “Really? Wanderrose was right there.”)

Lastly, I threw Night Swan in there because of the theory that Ubisoft is denying Jack x Wanderlust because the Traveler is Jack’s father. Now, I have opinions about this theory and I hope it’s not true for obvious reasons, but I feel like if it is, it’s a serious oversight on Ubisoft’s part.

Firstly, if they’re half siblings why did they recreate the move from Save Your Tears in Majesty? Seems odd to have half siblings recreate a pretty iconic romantic duet moment.

There’s also the fact that we can clearly see that Wanderlust takes physical traits from each of his parents - his mother’s blue skin and his father’s dark hair. If the Traveler is Jack’s dad, why don’t they share any physical characteristics? At the very end of the beta for Sweet Dreams (spoiler?) we see Night Swan with green eyes, unlike the yellow eyes she has in the rest of the dances we see her in. (While this could just be an older design choice, I personally interpreted this as meaning that her eyes were green before she went evil and then they turned yellow.) In all of his character artwork, Jack’s eyes are green, which I take as meaning that this is a trait he got from his mother. So I personally feel like it only makes sense for his father to have red hair (and we’ve got plenty of options to pick from with that criteria).

But hey, that’s just a theory… I don’t need to finish that part, you’re already thinking it. Thanks for reading my insane ramblings!