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mostlysignssomeportents · 2 years ago

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“If buying isn’t owning, piracy isn’t stealing”

20 years ago, I got in a (friendly) public spat with Chris Anderson, who was then the editor in chief of Wired. I'd publicly noted my disappointment with glowing Wired reviews of DRM-encumbered digital devices, prompting Anderson to call me unrealistic for expecting the magazine to condemn gadgets for their DRM:

https://longtail.typepad.com/the_long_tail/2004/12/is_drm_evil.html

I replied in public, telling him that he'd misunderstood. This wasn't an issue of ideological purity – it was about good reviewing practice. Wired was telling readers to buy a product because it had features x, y and z, but at any time in the future, without warning, without recourse, the vendor could switch off any of those features:

https://memex.craphound.com/2004/12/29/cory-responds-to-wired-editor-on-drm/

I proposed that all Wired endorsements for DRM-encumbered products should come with this disclaimer:

WARNING: THIS DEVICE’S FEATURES ARE SUBJECT TO REVOCATION WITHOUT NOTICE, ACCORDING TO TERMS SET OUT IN SECRET NEGOTIATIONS. YOUR INVESTMENT IS CONTINGENT ON THE GOODWILL OF THE WORLD’S MOST PARANOID, TECHNOPHOBIC ENTERTAINMENT EXECS. THIS DEVICE AND DEVICES LIKE IT ARE TYPICALLY USED TO CHARGE YOU FOR THINGS YOU USED TO GET FOR FREE — BE SURE TO FACTOR IN THE PRICE OF BUYING ALL YOUR MEDIA OVER AND OVER AGAIN. AT NO TIME IN HISTORY HAS ANY ENTERTAINMENT COMPANY GOTTEN A SWEET DEAL LIKE THIS FROM THE ELECTRONICS PEOPLE, BUT THIS TIME THEY’RE GETTING A TOTAL WALK. HERE, PUT THIS IN YOUR MOUTH, IT’LL MUFFLE YOUR WHIMPERS.

Wired didn't take me up on this suggestion.

But I was right. The ability to change features, prices, and availability of things you've already paid for is a powerful temptation to corporations. Inkjet printers were always a sleazy business, but once these printers got directly connected to the internet, companies like HP started pushing out "security updates" that modified your printer to make it reject the third-party ink you'd paid for:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/11/ink-stained-wretches-battle-soul-digital-freedom-taking-place-inside-your-printer

Now, this scam wouldn't work if you could just put things back the way they were before the "update," which is where the DRM comes in. A thicket of IP laws make reverse-engineering DRM-encumbered products into a felony. Combine always-on network access with indiscriminate criminalization of user modification, and the enshittification will follow, as surely as night follows day.

This is the root of all the right to repair shenanigans. Sure, companies withhold access to diagnostic codes and parts, but codes can be extracted and parts can be cloned. The real teeth in blocking repair comes from the law, not the tech. The company that makes McDonald's wildly unreliable McFlurry machines makes a fortune charging franchisees to fix these eternally broken appliances. When a third party threatened this racket by reverse-engineering the DRM that blocked independent repair, they got buried in legal threats:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/20/euthanize-rentier-enablers/#cold-war

Everybody loves this racket. In Poland, a team of security researchers at the OhMyHack conference just presented their teardown of the anti-repair features in NEWAG Impuls locomotives. NEWAG boobytrapped their trains to try and detect if they've been independently serviced, and to respond to any unauthorized repairs by bricking themselves:

https://mamot.fr/@[email protected]/111528162905209453

Poland is part of the EU, meaning that they are required to uphold the provisions of the 2001 EU Copyright Directive, including Article 6, which bans this kind of reverse-engineering. The researchers are planning to present their work again at the Chaos Communications Congress in Hamburg this month – Germany is also a party to the EUCD. The threat to researchers from presenting this work is real – but so is the threat to conferences that host them:

https://www.cnet.com/tech/services-and-software/researchers-face-legal-threats-over-sdmi-hack/

20 years ago, Chris Anderson told me that it was unrealistic to expect tech companies to refuse demands for DRM from the entertainment companies whose media they hoped to play. My argument – then and now – was that any tech company that sells you a gadget that can have its features revoked is defrauding you. You're paying for x, y and z – and if they are contractually required to remove x and y on demand, they are selling you something that you can't rely on, without making that clear to you.

But it's worse than that. When a tech company designs a device for remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrades, they invite both external and internal parties to demand those downgrades. Like Pavel Chekov says, a phaser on the bridge in Act I is going to go off by Act III. Selling a product that can be remotely, irreversibly, nonconsensually downgraded inevitably results in the worst person at the product-planning meeting proposing to do so. The fact that there are no penalties for doing so makes it impossible for the better people in that meeting to win the ensuing argument, leading to the moral injury of seeing a product you care about reduced to a pile of shit:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/25/moral-injury/#enshittification

But even if everyone at that table is a swell egg who wouldn't dream of enshittifying the product, the existence of a remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrade feature makes the product vulnerable to external actors who will demand that it be used. Back in 2022, Adobe informed its customers that it had lost its deal to include Pantone colors in Photoshop, Illustrator and other "software as a service" packages. As a result, users would now have to start paying a monthly fee to see their own, completed images. Fail to pay the fee and all the Pantone-coded pixels in your artwork would just show up as black:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/28/fade-to-black/#trust-the-process

Adobe blamed this on Pantone, and there was lots of speculation about what had happened. Had Pantone jacked up its price to Adobe, so Adobe passed the price on to its users in the hopes of embarrassing Pantone? Who knows? Who can know? That's the point: you invested in Photoshop, you spent money and time creating images with it, but you have no way to know whether or how you'll be able to access those images in the future. Those terms can change at any time, and if you don't like it, you can go fuck yourself.

These companies are all run by CEOs who got their MBAs at Darth Vader University, where the first lesson is "I have altered the deal, pray I don't alter it further." Adobe chose to design its software so it would be vulnerable to this kind of demand, and then its customers paid for that choice. Sure, Pantone are dicks, but this is Adobe's fault. They stuck a KICK ME sign to your back, and Pantone obliged.

This keeps happening and it's gonna keep happening. Last week, Playstation owners who'd bought (or "bought") Warner TV shows got messages telling them that Warner had walked away from its deal to sell videos through the Playstation store, and so all the videos they'd paid for were going to be deleted forever. They wouldn't even get refunds (to be clear, refunds would also be bullshit – when I was a bookseller, I didn't get to break into your house and steal the books I'd sold you, not even if I left some cash on your kitchen table).

Sure, Warner is an unbelievably shitty company run by the single most guillotineable executive in all of Southern California, the loathsome David Zaslav, who oversaw the merger of Warner with Discovery. Zaslav is the creep who figured out that he could make more money cancelling completed movies and TV shows and taking a tax writeoff than he stood to make by releasing them:

https://aftermath.site/there-is-no-piracy-without-ownership

Imagine putting years of your life into making a program – showing up on set at 5AM and leaving your kids to get their own breakfast, performing stunts that could maim or kill you, working 16-hour days during the acute phase of the covid pandemic and driving home in the night, only to have this absolute turd of a man delete the program before anyone could see it, forever, to get a minor tax advantage. Talk about moral injury!

But without Sony's complicity in designing a remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrade feature into the Playstation, Zaslav's war on art and creative workers would be limited to material that hadn't been released yet. Thanks to Sony's awful choices, David Zaslav can break into your house, steal your movies – and he doesn't even have to leave a twenty on your kitchen table.

The point here – the point I made 20 years ago to Chris Anderson – is that this is the foreseeable, inevitable result of designing devices for remote, irreversible, nonconsensual downgrades. Anyone who was paying attention should have figured that out in the GW Bush administration. Anyone who does this today? Absolute flaming garbage.

Sure, Zaslav deserves to be staked out over an anthill and slathered in high-fructose corn syrup. But save the next anthill for the Sony exec who shipped a product that would let Zaslav come into your home and rob you. That piece of shit knew what they were doing and they did it anyway. Fuck them. Sideways. With a brick.

Meanwhile, the studios keep making the case for stealing movies rather than paying for them. As Tyler James Hill wrote: "If buying isn't owning, piracy isn't stealing":

https://bsky.app/profile/tylerjameshill.bsky.social/post/3kflw2lvam42n

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/08/playstationed/#tyler-james-hill

Image: Alan Levine (modified) https://pxhere.com/en/photo/218986

CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

#pluralistic #playstation #sony #copyright #copyfight #drm #monopoly #enshittification #batgirl #road runner #financiazation #the end of ownership #ip

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sbcdh · 7 months ago

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In 1967 the government discovered that specific syllable structures combined with specific vocal tones and ultra-low-frequency sounds could speed up the process of unconscious internalization by over 1500%. This became particularly useful for teaching low-level employees large amounts of information, as "hypnophonic learning" could be done while the subject was asleep.

Hypnophone use became standard for new employees of the IRS and SEC, as it made large scale memorization of tax code and financial law significantly cheaper and easier than traditional conscious education.

However, long term use causes the subjects long term memory to atrophy, requiring nightly repetitions of hypnophone use. Some enterprising employees found that the effects could be counteracted with low dosages of LSD to preserve neuroplasticity.

Roughly 1 in 7 employees encountered a strange phenomenon: Mild financial clairvoyance.

One in roughly 50 employees experienced more significant effects, generally those ensconced in large isolated IRS warehouses, which seemed to replicate the monastic lifestyles of historical sages, depriving subjects of ordinary stimuli in favor of becoming attuned to minute changes in the sub-finantial background grid.

Once it was learned that these "enlightened" employees could predict market trends before they happened, the technology was bathed in funding, patented, and made the soul property of the IRS.

Now, these "Plutophants" are kept in nigh-perfect sensory deprivation at all times, fed a constant hypnotic fugue stream of psychic conditioning in the form of "radiosonic neuro-induction" which contains a special form of the United States Tax Code modified for recursive hypnophonic induction, as well as a ticker tape wired directly into the users spine.

The effects achieved are nothing short of stunning. The invisible hand is no longer invisible to us. The market can be fine tuned with surgical precision. The price of bread has maintained a perfect 0.002% +/- variance for over 25 years now, and those who attempt to disrupt the guidelines are regulated by the SECs crack psychonautics division, who are now able to hunt market manipulation via their disruption in the financial dreamscape.

Very rarely, a Plutophant can become so attuned to the guidelines that they achieve a sort of catastrophic neuro-depatterning, their synapses begin to produce a counter-signal to the neuro-induction frequencies; jamming, and eventually overpowering the machine. Study is still ongoing, but it is believed that they somehow perpetuate their own neurological fingerprint into the financial causal background grid itself, literally becoming "one with the market."

Study is ongoing.

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reasonsforhope · 1 year ago

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The World's Forests Are Doing Much Better Than We Think

You might be surprised to discover... that many of the world’s woodlands are in a surprisingly good condition. The destruction of tropical forests gets so much (justified) attention that we’re at risk of missing how much progress we’re making in cooler climates.

That’s a mistake. The slow recovery of temperate and polar forests won’t be enough to offset global warming, without radical reductions in carbon emissions. Even so, it’s evidence that we’re capable of reversing the damage from the oldest form of human-induced climate change — and can do the same again.

Take England. Forest coverage now is greater than at any time since the Black Death nearly 700 years ago, with some 1.33 million hectares of the country covered in woodlands. The UK as a whole has nearly three times as much forest as it did at the start of the 20th century.

That’s not by a long way the most impressive performance. China’s forests have increased by about 607,000 square kilometers since 1992, a region the size of Ukraine. The European Union has added an area equivalent to Cambodia to its woodlands, while the US and India have together planted forests that would cover Bangladesh in an unbroken canopy of leaves.

Logging in the tropics means that the world as a whole is still losing trees. Brazil alone removed enough woodland since 1992 to counteract all the growth in China, the EU and US put together. Even so, the planet’s forests as a whole may no longer be contributing to the warming of the planet. On net, they probably sucked about 200 million metric tons of carbon dioxide from the atmosphere each year between 2011 and 2020, according to a 2021 study. The CO2 taken up by trees narrowly exceeded the amount released by deforestation. That’s a drop in the ocean next to the 53.8 billion tons of greenhouse gases emitted in 2022 — but it’s a sign that not every climate indicator is pointing toward doom...

More than a quarter of Japan is covered with planted forests that in many cases are so old they’re barely recognized as such. Forest cover reached its lowest extent during World War II, when trees were felled by the million to provide fuel for a resource-poor nation’s war machine. Akita prefecture in the north of Honshu island was so denuded in the early 19th century that it needed to import firewood. These days, its lush woodlands are a major draw for tourists.

It’s a similar picture in Scandinavia and Central Europe, where the spread of forests onto unproductive agricultural land, combined with the decline of wood-based industries and better management of remaining stands, has resulted in extensive regrowth since the mid-20th century. Forests cover about 15% of Denmark, compared to 2% to 3% at the start of the 19th century.

Even tropical deforestation has slowed drastically since the 1990s, possibly because the rise of plantation timber is cutting the need to clear primary forests. Still, political incentives to turn a blind eye to logging, combined with historically high prices for products grown and mined on cleared tropical woodlands such as soybeans, palm oil and nickel, mean that recent gains are fragile.

There’s no cause for complacency in any of this. The carbon benefits from forests aren’t sufficient to offset more than a sliver of our greenhouse pollution. The idea that they’ll be sufficient to cancel out gross emissions and get the world to net zero by the middle of this century depends on extraordinarily optimistic assumptions on both sides of the equation.

Still, we should celebrate our success in slowing a pattern of human deforestation that’s been going on for nearly 100,000 years. Nothing about the damage we do to our planet is inevitable. With effort, it may even be reversible.

-via Bloomburg, January 28, 2024

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nerdygirlramblings · 5 months ago

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omega!soldier continues

Now that you've passed your qualifiers, Price seems almost cocky about having you train with the rest of the team. You're no longer alone with Ghost in the gym but sparring with him, Soap, and Gaz. One teaches you a move and has you practice it on the others: individual hits, combinations, attacks and tactical retreats.

They test your endurance and teach you more efficient ways to fight in close combat. Before them, you might have claimed decent fighting skills, but they push you hard, and you realize you were only fooling yourself. You drill moves over and over until they become muscle memory. Then they set you up to spar beta and omega rookies who won't make waves when you beat them.

When you ask why so much intense fight training is necessary, Ghost replies, "We're a small team, Ren. Often sent in where bigger groups can't easily go. And we rarely have backup." For a moment, his eyes cloud over with a haunted film, but he blinks and it's gone, replaced with pure determination. "'S just us. Need you to be able to defend yourself, defend the pack, in close combat situations." You don't correct his comment about the pack; though you aren't pack yet, you understand how important these men are to one another.

They set you up with routines to maintain your muscle strength, building up what you need to pull off the kinds of maneuvers they show you for taking down larger, most likely more physically powerful, opponents.

Occasionally, even Price comes to training, and that's when things get interesting. When Price is there, you don't do your typical weight training, nor do you spar. Instead , when he's there, Price sets the four of you up in competition on some of the PT qualifier exercises. You're unsurprised to find you can do more pull-ups then Ghost and that Gaz has everyone beat with sit-ups. You're completely floored, however, at how thoroughly you beat all theee men with the beep test.

You can't keep the confusion from you glance when Price catches your eye. He hums and says, "We all gotta keep on top of our training." He smirks and adds, "An' a little friendly competition always brings out the best in these boys."

Soap and Gaz join you on the shooting range. Gaz focuses on your short range weapons; Soap helps Ghost train you on the sniper rifles. "'s good Ren," he tells you. "Price wants to try ye on a few things tae see where ye fit." You've learned by now that he and Ghost tend to take the sniper's nest, and Gaz and Price tend to be the first line breech crew. Price's desire to see where he can best use your skills is understandable and completely expected with his role as task force captain.

Every once in awhile, Price joins you on the shooting range, and the rest of the task force have you show off what you can do like someone showing off their pet's newly learned tricks. If it were anyone else, you might mind the attitude, but you've come to recognize the pride in their voices and stances at how much you're learning and how well you're doing.

You don't ever say it, but you are too. You don't want Price to regret his choice to have you on the task force, so his approval, the lowly murmured "good girl" when you hit a target again, means the world. You know it could easily be condescending, especially from an alpha to an omega, but the warm, honeyed tone is pure appreciation.

As days slide into weeks, there's a shift on base. Alpha scents are more aggressive, dominant. The betas' smells take on an undercurrent of stress. Everywhere you go, there seem to be more people.

The gym is busy when you enter. Most machines and free weights are being used. There are soldiers practicing on the speed bag. A crowd rings the mat as you take down other sergeants - betas and alphas - bodies pressing in but leaving a wide berth around the 141.

On the shooting range, you need to wait for an open lane, or the armory only lets you borrow one or two weapons at a time. And forget moving the target's distance; there are too many soldiers waiting to shift things more than once, so some days you only work with long range weapons while others are short range. Regardless of the day, your shots cluster tightly on your targets.

It strikes you as strange, this seemingly sudden influx of soldiers. But when you ask about it, no one else seems to notice.

"Ah havnae noticed. Maybe squads schedules changed?" Soap proffers.

Gaz is blase, shrugging off your question with, "Nothing seems different to me."

Ghost is the one whose response feels least like it's gaslighting you, though you feel he's still missing something. "Yeah, I seen 'em loitering about. They only wish they were half as good as us. Need all the help they can get to be anywhere near our level "

It comes to a head in the mess at supper a few days later. You're in line between Ghost and Gaz when an alpha storms in, the scent of ozone pouring off him. You can't see any visible rank insignia, but that doesn't matter when he growls, "Which a you cunts is Ren?"

Every hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you momentarily freeze, before a gentle bump from Gaz's tray reminds you to keep moving. You try and put the irate alpha out of mind, grabbing some meatloaf and carrots. But the second, lower growl, the aggressive attack barely restrained, of "Who the fuck is Ren?" is hard to ignore.

Simon and Gaz square up on either side of you and herd you to the table where Price and Soap wait. By now more than half the mess is watching the alpha. Some are spoiling for a fight themselves, the tension you've noticed for days being given a possible outlet. Others are sensibly trying to eat and leave unobtrusively through side doors.

When the alpha snarls and moves to grab a rookie walking by, Price and Ghost are on their feet in an instant. They crowd the other alpha, and Price leans into his space, a hair's breath from the other soldier's face. You can't hear what's said, but you watch the man's face go from red to nearly purple before draining of all color. Price turns to come back, and you watch Ghost band his arms around the aggressive soldier and frog-march him out of the mess.

The tension in the room dissipates almost immediately. You feel like you can breathe again.

Price and Ghost return to the table and sit down to their meals. Everyone tucks in as though nothing happened. A few quiet, tense moments of eating pass before you can't hold you tongue any longer.

"Why did he want me? I've never seen him before," you say, voice low so only your task force can hear you.

"'s nothin' to worry about," Price tells you. "Ferget 'em and eat."

You try, biting down a forkful that turns to ash on your tongue. Soon, though, you simply stop eating. Your fork sits, unmoving, on your plate. Price drops his gaze to it and where you wring your hands.

He sighs, put-upon, but cracks. "'E's mad tha' ya kicked 'im off the board," Price finally admits.

"The boards?" You look around at your team. "What boards?"

"They're like scoreboards," Kyle tells you between bites. "Names of top performances from everything from pushups per minute to time on the distances to tightness on shooting targets."

The furrow between your brows deepens. "How can I have kicked someone off something I didn't know existed?" Your heart rate has been climbing since the alpha first growled your name.

Price ran a hand down his face. "I'm afraid 's my fault, Ren." He meets you eye and tells you, "I been submitting results from some 'a the tests we've done and your work on the range. Seems like no one ever bother to think an omega might make the boards, so no one paid attention before." His bitter disbelief is on full display with his the last sentence. "Told brass not to use your name or designation to keep ya safe, but they had to put something down."

Your name on the boards. You at the top of base records. You don't care if other soldiers know who you are. The idea that Price is so proud he wants you to earn more stars and bars is enough. You finally feel like part of the pack team.

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andersonsgf · 4 months ago

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i LOVE modern roommate!abby 🥹

could we get more about them spending time together? like going to the gym, or abby becoming more interested in reader’s nerdy hobbies?

TYSM I LOVE YOUR WORKS 🫶🏾

modern roommate!abby

aa thank you im so glad youre enjoying it! very much enjoyed writing this series link

requests are still open for this series, and if anyone wants to be part of a taglist for it lmk :)

modern roommate!abby was a sucker for doing anything and everything with you. she needed to pick up some ingredients for tomorrow? she would definitely ask you to be a passenger princess for that five minute car ride, even if you were in your pyjamas already. sure, the fact that you two live together and date meant there was a tricky little line that hovered on codependency but it was managed well even with abby dragging you around everywhere. she'd go to mannys for the evening a couple of times a week, and you'd take yourself on little shopping walks around the city. it worked.

there were plenty of activities that you and modern roommate!abby had in common: going to the gym, hiking, late night drives, reading. fuck, you and abby had a lot of books. the equivalent of 'moving in together' was when you and abby combined your solo book collections into one big communal bookshelf. now that was commitment. working out together was abbys favourite thing though, the gym was definitely her happy place, where she felt most confident, felt the most at home in her skin. and you there too, practically drooling at watching her bench? that made her feel ten times more happy.

abbys pr for the bench press was 92.5 kilos, which you thought was simply fucking insane. what you thought was even more insane was that abby always asked you to spot her. of course you said yes, but you would always stare down at her whilst she did it with your nose scrunched knowing that you being the spotter meant a trip to the hospital for abby if she did fail her set. "you do realise that you're asking me to like... bicep curl or upright row 90 kilos if you fail, right?", you said to her one time as she sat up on the bench.

"i'm not gonna fail".

her attitude made you laugh a little, if she was going for new pr's then there could very well be a time where she can't finish the set. and you were supposed to be the thing between her and the barbell crushing her neck? "no but genuinely what happens if you can't get it up?".

abby snorted and stood up to take some of the weights off ready for your turn. "that's what she said".

"oh you are foul", you grumbled a little and lay on the bench, ready to do your lighter, yet respectable 30 kilo push. abby simply did that adorable shit eating grin in response before locking in when you started your sets. that 30 could still do a lot of damage if it dropped on your head.

modern roommate!abby earned more than you. it was a known fact. she had a full time job plus a second income from her rugby sponsors. you worked more than part time but not quite full time, enough to pay your half of the high seattle apartment rent prices, but still not enough to buy everything on your wishlists. which is where abby came in with her giant heart, and hungry eyes. gym clothes were expensive. and they were kind of non-negotiable, the cheaper gear never quite fit properly, always having weird baggy areas that you hated.

it didn't take long when you started dating for new gym sets to appear in your room, nicely folded with a piece of candy on top. she got them for you to see you smile, see how happy and confident you were in the gym when wearing clothes that felt comfortable and, in both of your opinions, made you look good. she also straight up just liked gawking at you in them though. you're her girlfriend, she finds you attractive, sue her.

she still vividly remembers the image of you in a new workout tank top she got you, watching you wear it on the assisted pull up machine, the muscles you'd been toning up on your back were a sight for sore eyes with that shirt. her cheeks had puffed out as she blew air out. man did she love working out with you.

that truly was secondary when it came to just being at the gym with you in general though. it really was just nice sharing that space with you, celebrating each others wins, pushing each other to do more even if your heart wasn't in it that day. she felt like she had her own little team. she really loved that team.

that being said, modern roommate!abby didn't really understand a lot of your other interests. she wasn't keen on video games at all. one of her mates back in college was obsessed with them. whitney always had her old psvita to hand and the incessant little noises that played from them grated her to no end. she could hear similar noises coming from your room a lot, you were an absolute fiend for playing games when you should be sleeping, or straight up playing them for 8 hours straight on a day off.

she didn't know what to expect with the genre of games you played. in all honesty they were kind of all the same to her. it took weeks to bring her around and get her to at least acknowledge that many games were vastly different. it then took another few weeks to get her to sit down and watch you play some games.

it was surprisingly successful. she still was adamant that she would never play any herself, but she enjoyed watching you. enjoyed watching you get excited at completing different things, levelling up, explaining story lore. she really got into some of the story games you played, looking genuinely shocked at the uncharted 4 twist, and she liked watching you swing around the open world new york in the spiderman games.

the first cozy game you showed her was spiritfarer. at first she was bored without the same action that story games had, but once again she was soon won over when she realised how great they were to play late at night. how it soon became satisfying to see the mini stories in the game progress, the little tasks you had to do, gathering resources. stanley ended up being her favourite spirit, claiming that she didn't "normally like mushroom themed things but he was an exception". you laughed at that one. abby was tough as nails but she was full of random bullshit like that.

then you whipped out the second "cozy" game. stardew valley. she looked more confused than ever when you pulled out your laptop too, pulling up a series of spreadsheets. "what the fuck is that for?".

she full belly laughed when you showed her your little pixel farm and explained that all the spreadsheets were for your farm efficiency and keeping track of pelican town relationships. "that's so much effort for what? virtual farming?". she was soon eating her words though when her eyes had practically gone square from intently watching you play for five hours straight into the early hours of the morning, half a litre of cola missing from the giant bottle in her hand.

you giggled slightly when finally finishing for the night as you had to basically drag her away from the sofa, reminding her about the morning training session she planned that she was now already tempted to skip to try and start her own farm.

you promised to buy a second controller for a co-op farm tomorrow.

#modern roommate!abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou #abby anderson #modern au #headcanon

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machinary · 9 months ago

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Understanding Harvester Prices with Fieldking

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myfieldking · 1 year ago

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mina-org · 5 months ago

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Messy concept

This is pure smut no plot just like smut, like a most to least messy I guess, Taskforce 141, Alejandro, rudy, Valeria n graves. Fem reader and it’s smut there’s mention of kinks and stuff

I think gaz and johnny are both messy, so messy.

୨୧ Gaz is over eager, all pent up from being away and his hand just isn’t enough:( slopping kisses and desperate dry humping as soon as he gets home, he’s stumbling over to the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist, he can feel heat radiating from your core, so close but so far:( he also loves seeing your pretty face covered a facial, oh so faithfully delivered to you by him.

୨୧ This post changed my life. Being messy is apart of Johnnys character for me like in every area of life he’s chaotic and messy, he’s truly out here playing games while the two of you make out, and it’s not just kisses. This man is not afraid to ride the red wave and when he eats you? If his beard isn’t saturated with your juices he’s not stopping. He’s adores seeing how far he can push you, obsessed with finding ways to make you squirt. Overstim king for real

୨୧ Valeria redefines cruelty. She wants to push and push and push until you break and gets to do it all over again! Those fuck machines? She has one and she’ll set you up and have you live stream it for her if she’s not able to watch in person. Not necessarily messy but she loves seeing you squirt but of course will reprimand you for it because you didn’t use your words:(

୨୧ Now Alejandro? Alejandro messy Vargas? Another man who’s ideal tonight in is seeing how many times he make make you come. Alejandro loves mess, happy to get messy with you. Your oh so gentle hands pumping him, so nice after a mission left him alone with his rough calloused hands. He’ll come fast after being deployed for a while, his own essence landed on his torso but he knows his pretty girl will clean him up so nicely, won’t you? And you know Alejandro will do the same, he loves cleaning up that pretty pussy, slowly licking up your combined juices

୨୧ Graves is messy, all the photos you send him while he’s away? Ruined, he says water damaged but the white stains from his and his top shadow says otherwise. I think he loves sharing, treating his men after they did well on a mission and his pretty girl is the perfect treat, but he’s the only one who’s allowed in that pretty pussy.

Price and rudy are less messy I think, but they’d always indulge you<3

୨୧ With simon? Really depends if you’ve been good or bad. If you been needy all day? He’ll make you beg. If you don’t beg? He’s getting messy and degrading you, it’s a choose your own adventure! Simon does loves seeing you on your knees, all teary eyes and pouty lips, and of course precum at smeared across your cheek.

୨୧ Rudy’s sweet and so slow it’s almost tournament but so perfect. I think he’s a big fan of mutual masturbation but he always begs to finish inside.

୨୧ Price isn’t messy, he’s coming deep inside that pretty pussy and fucking it back in there, you’re gonna give him pretty babies won’t you?

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