#flash plugin

[albi-mander]

the free flash game was a vital part of the gaming ecosystem and its ecological niche is now overrun by gacha games and other predatory freemium garbage, but like, dear GOD the Flash plugin had to go lmao.

we lost a legend, but that bitch had access to your entire system and could be persuaded to arbitrarily execute code anywhere if you confused it enough.

[jcmarchi]

Combining forces, GSAP & Webflow!

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Combining forces, GSAP & Webflow!

Change can certainly be scary whenever a beloved, independent software library becomes a part of a larger organization. I’m feeling a bit more excitement than concern this time around, though.

If you haven’t heard, GSAP (GreenSock Animation Platform) is teaming up with the visual website builder, Webflow. This mutually beneficial advancement not only brings GSAP’s powerful animation capabilities to Webflow’s graphical user interface but also provides the GSAP team the resources necessary to take development to the next level.

GSAP has been independent software for nearly 15 years (since the Flash and ActionScript days!) primarily supported by Club GSAP memberships, their paid tiers which offer even more tools and plugins to enhance GSAP further. GSAP is currently used on more than 12 million websites.

I chatted with Cassie Evans — GSAP’s Lead Bestower of Animation Superpowers and CSS-Tricks contributor — who confidently expressed that GSAP will remain available for the wider web.

It’s a big change, but we think it’s going to be a good one – more resources for the core library, more people maintaining the GSAP codebase, money for events and merch and community support, a VISUAL GUI in the pipeline.

The Webflow community has cause for celebration as well, as direct integration with GSAP has been a wishlist item for a while.

The webflow community is so lovely and creative and supportive and friendly too. It’s a good fit.

I’m so happy for Jack, Cassie, and Rodrigo, as well as super excited to see what happens next. If you don’t want to take my word for it, check out what Brody has to say about it.

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[arborix]

man after drawing rats for a month straight I just don't wanna draw anything >:(

[nictelsm]

I'm sick of Ruffle and I want an authentic Flash Player experience without having to deal with that orange playbutton garbage or even the loading screen. Does anybody know how to modify the code for Flash Player into an even better version of Ruffle with a more accurate look and feel?

[novelmonger]

The same goes for ads on YouTube or even streaming sites like Hulu (back in the olden days when you didn't have to subscribe at all to watch stuff on there). I was more than happy to watch an ad at the beginning of the video - I considered that the price I was paying for using it for free - or how Hulu would puts ad in...well...the ad breaks built into the structure of a TV episode. Even better was the thing Hulu would do where you could choose to watch three or four ads at the beginning in return for not getting interrupted in the middle of the episode. Some of those ads were really effective, and got me to watch other shows and keep using Hulu!

But then came the unskippable ads every few minutes, sometimes right in the middle of a sentence, completely breaking the flow of the video. Five ads per two songs on Spotify. Paying for a subscription to a streaming site only to also have to watch ads.

Yeah, no. You had your chance. I'm using adblock now and You(Tube) can't stop me.

One of the paradoxes of the modern internet is that I genuinely understand sites need to get revenue somewhere, and while I don't love ads I'm actually okay seeing relatively unintrusive ads on a free site, hearing words from sponsors, etc.

But the modern internet is so full of modal popups and video ads on autoplay and trackers that using it without an adblocker is basically impossible, so everything gets blocked.

[cringefail-clown]

creating a homestuck plugin that makes it so everytime you click to go to the next page it picks from the entire comic at random. youre reading johns introduction click next page and its dave flying off the handle of the sword embedded inside his brothers chest. you go from kanaya trying to rizz up rose to the openbound flash game. sometimes you get the same page three times in a row

im then sending it to people who didnt read homestuck without explaining anything and when they ask what the fuck is going on i simply say "dude what did you expect. its homestuck"

[jeonluvz]

01: Upgrades

Android Biker Jeon Jungkook x Body-hacker F!Reader

Warnings: Read here, for mature audiences

He came to you craving an upgrade, thinking it was just a quick plugin—simple code, in and out. But the moment you touched his system, he realized this was no surface-level tweak. You were dismantling him, rebuilding from the core, every line rewritten not for function but for desire. What started as maintenance became a complete overhaul—every subroutine repurposed, every protocol bent to a single purpose: to fulfill his pleasure, no matter the cost.

WC: 5.6k

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The alley reeked of oil and burnt circuits, mist curling like ghosts around flickering neon signs overhead. You leaned against the crumbling brick wall, one boot kicked lazily behind you, the other planted firm. Your holo-glasses projected a transparent interface into the air, flickering as you scrolled through encrypted messages—job offers, warnings, black-market deals. Your gloved finger flicked through them with practiced ease.

The low rumble of an engine cut through the night, growing louder before it died with a sullen growl. You didn’t look up. Not yet.

Bootsteps—heavy, deliberate—crunched against broken glass. A shadow blocked some of the neon. You caught him in your peripheral: tall, broad-shouldered, a black riding jacket pulled taut across a frame that was built like a weapon. His jeans were shredded at the knees, combat boots scuffed and worn. A matte black helmet hung from his fingers, and his face—God, his face—was too beautiful in that unreachable, detached kind of way, like he was cut out of a different world and dumped into this dirty one by mistake.

He came close, the neon slashing sharp blue and red lines across his sharp jaw, the silver piercings at his brows catching the light. His hair was dark, messy from the helmet, but his gaze—

Dead. Cool. Calculating.

He tilted his head slightly, voice low. “How much?”

You blinked, dragging your eyes up to meet his properly. “Excuse me?”

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile. Just stepped a fraction closer, lowering his voice.

“Had a buddy of mine come a week ago,” he murmured. You caught the faint smell of engine oil and something colder, metallic. His breath ghosted your cheek.

“Said you could…” He dipped closer, and your stomach tightened. “Change androids?”

You froze. Your finger hovered mid-scroll over your messages. Carefully, you tapped the screen and closed it out, the projection vanishing from your glasses with a soft hum. You shifted off the wall, standing straighter, instincts kicking into high alert.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” you said flatly, keeping your tone cool, casual.

He smiled then—a slow, knowing curve of his lips. No warmth behind it.

“Cyber patrol, right? Saw them bust some guy down the street when I came through.”

You said nothing, chest tightening slightly. His gaze drifted over you, and you hated the way it made you feel seen in a way that wasn’t safe.

He chuckled under his breath. “You think this,” he swept a gloved hand down his body lazily, “looks like one of them snobby-ass government boys?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, still saying nothing.

He pulled something out of his jacket—an old-school physical chip, flashing the digits bright across its surface.

“3,250,” he said. “That’s what I got on me. I’ll pay good if I can make a deal.”

You bit your lip at the number, tension warring with temptation.

“For fuck’s sake,” you hissed under your breath. “You wanna whisper it louder? Maybe get us both locked up?”

He smirked again, sharp and cocky.

“There we go. Knew you were the girl.” His voice dropped rougher, more intimate. “Now we gonna go somewhere or what?”

You exhaled through your nose, annoyance prickling your skin. Still, you pushed off the wall, brushing dust from your jacket.

“Follow in.”

You tapped the side of your holo-glasses. The broken steel door at the back of the alley clicked open with a magnetic whir. You glanced over your shoulder once to make sure he was following—and of course he was, silent and sure-footed as a shadow.

Inside, the world changed. White tiles, clean and slick underfoot, reflected harsh strip lighting. It smelled like antiseptic and metal—home to the kind of people who lived dirty but kept their gear spotless. Complexes rose around you: sterile, crumbling housing for the forgotten.

You led him left without a word, stepping into a battered elevator. It groaned as it hauled both your weights up, the walls scratched with graffiti. Through a small dirty window, the city flashed past—bullet trains slicing through the night, neon veins lighting up the sleeping beast below.

Neither of you spoke.

At the eighth floor, the elevator jerked to a stop. You led him down a tight corridor, the hum of old machinery in the walls. At your unit, you scanned in with another tap to your glasses.

The door unlocked with a sharp hiss.

Inside, the lights flickered on low, revealing your workspace—parts, tools, wires, and half-stripped android shells laid out like cadavers on gurneys. You didn’t offer him a seat.

Instead, you turned around, arms crossed.

“Well?” you said. “What exactly do you want changed?”

He stood in the doorway a second longer than necessary, taking it all in. His eyes gleamed silver under the lights—and in that moment, you realized he wasn’t nervous. He was excited.

Maybe even hunting.

The door slid shut behind him with a hiss. You moved without thinking, grabbing a battered can of oil off the counter and tossing it his way.

“Fuel?” you offered.

He shook his head once, slow and casual.

“Electric plug.”

You arched a brow, whistling low under your breath as you set the can back down.

“Hell,” you said, giving him a once-over now, slower, more curious. “You’re one of those new prototypes. Wouldn’t have guessed.”

He said nothing at first, just reached up and peeled off his jacket in a smooth shrug. Ink bloomed up both his arms, black and intricate against warm skin, and his black tank top clung to a frame that looked anything but manufactured. He tossed the jacket onto the barstool like he owned the place.

“Yup. New model,” he said. His voice was lazy, almost bored, but there was something sharp underneath it. “Came out a few years ago.”

He shoved his hair back, lifting the beanie slightly, and that’s when you saw it: a small port at the base of his neck, the skin around it marked with a barely-there serial number. You stepped closer, scanning the code with your glasses—the projection flickered up in front of you.

Model: JK-0901.

Manufacture Date: September.

Classification: Advanced Hybrid.

Status: Unregistered.

Your mouth twitched into a grin.

“0901,” you murmured, almost to yourself. “A September build. Damn… You’ve hit the jackpot here, dude,” you added more brightly, dragging a chair in front of him with a loud screech of metal on tile and dropping into it.

Curious, you reached out and pressed your fingers to his arm. It was warm. Firm. The texture of it was so unnervingly human you almost pulled back instinctively. He caught the flicker of your hesitation and smirked, a quick flash of teeth.

“I blend in well,” he said simply.

You weren’t sure what the hell he meant by that, but you brushed past it.

“Next room,” you said, standing and jerking your chin toward a sliding door. “This one’s for the relics. The ones that still need oil and half their parts replaced every month.”

He followed without comment, heavy boots thudding lightly on the tile. Inside, the room was colder, lit in harsh sterile white. Workbenches lined the walls, gear neatly organized into labeled bins.

He pointed casually to the wall socket.

“You can wipe it off first, napkins are there. Or go raw. Don’t care.”

You snorted under your breath, moving to your desk while he grabbed a napkin, cleaned the plug, and then connected himself.

The second the jack slid into his port, his eyes flared bright green, then blinked red. Your console chimed softly as he linked into your system.

You started logging his info, fingers flicking fast across the holo-keyboard.

That’s when his voice broke the quiet.

“Heard you offer a lot,” he said, voice low, casual. “I’m willing to pay a lot if you can hook me up with a sex upgrade.”

You leaned back in your chair, smirking.

“Joy Toys not your type?” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, like you’d just insulted him.

“Full of viruses,” he said flatly. “Saw a man get sent to junk over one of them. Not worth it. Besides—” He flexed a hand idly, the cables in his wrist clicking faintly. “—I was built fine. Just…not with the needed controls.”

You tapped your fingers against the desk thoughtfully.

“Needed controls?”

He nodded.

“I have all the parts, dick, balls, anud” he said. “All functional too. Just locked. No user connected, no access permissions.”

You tilted your head, studying him.

“Rouge? Or forgotten?”

“Rogue,” he answered without hesitation. His eyes met yours squarely, steady and dark. “No owner, no manual. Just…running.”

You hummed under your breath, more to yourself than him. It made sense now—how alive he seemed. How dangerous.

You had a rogue android sitting in your upgrade room asking you to unlock the parts of him that no one was supposed to touch. And if you said yes, you knew this wasn’t going to be a simple “take the money and run” deal. No, something about the way he watched you—steady, assured, almost expectant—told you: You unlocked him, you’d could put yourself in danger.

But you didn’t care, not one bit.

You adjusted the cables at your desk, booting the security walls around your system higher. No one could trace this—not if you wanted to stay breathing.

“You sure about this?” you asked, voice low.

He nodded once. No hesitation.

You exhaled through your nose, swiping open a fresh slate on your holo-glass, fingers dancing over the keys. The monitor pulled up his framework: layers of locked folders stacked high, encrypted, walled off from the casual hacker’s reach. He wasn’t lying. Most of him was buried behind owner codes, security passes, things only manufacturers or bonded users should touch.

But he had neither.

You typed a few commands, overriding the first layer.

He twitched slightly where he sat, body tensing as the locks groaned under your invasion.

“You’re rogue alright,” you muttered. “System says you’ve been off the grid… three years now?”

He shrugged, eyes glowing faint under the room’s stark light.

“Give or take.”

The program scraped deeper, pulling up a locked category: Sensory and Physical Enhancements: Restricted.

You leaned back, crossing your arms.

“You can’t just flip a switch. I need a user imprint to assign permissions. A name.”

For the first time, something almost…human flickered across his face.

“You want my name?”

You nodded once, steady.

He stood up straighter in the chair, the socket in his neck gleaming like an open wound.

He spoke slowly, deliberately:

“Last name, Jeon. First name, Jungkook.”

He spelled it out carefully for the input field:

“J-E-O-N. J-U-N-G-K-O-O-K.”

You entered it, the name sliding into the code like a key fitting a rusted lock.

The system pinged a soft, warning tone—then you hit SEND, pushing it to his side.

He blinked once—eyes flashing green as he mentally accepted the name, sending back the confirmation with a quiet, decisive checkmark.

The connection between your system and his went taut. His vitals stabilized, permissions shifting.

Ownerless to Self-Owned.

You saw it in real time: one after another, the buried drives beginning to unlock, the codes rolling open like slow tumbling dominoes.

The restricted sensory panels, the pleasure receptors, the nerve simulation pathways—all deadlocked. All awaiting activation.

“Try accessing them,” you murmured, barely loud enough to carry.

Jungkook’s jaw flexed slightly. His hands clenched into loose fists at his sides as he seemed to reach inward. You watched the data readings dance wildly—attempt after attempt—until finally… one set of pathways blinked green.

The smallest sound escaped him—a rough grunt from the back of his throat. A man, feeling something he hadn’t been allowed to before.

You leaned closer, tracking the changes flooding through his system.

Small muscle reactions triggered: fine-tuned receptors along his arms, his spine, the nape of his neck.

His breathing hitched, just once.

You clicked into the deeper menus, peeling back the last walls.

“You’re still locked at the core,” you said, more to yourself than to him. “They bricked your base permissions… Hardcoded you to stay userless.”

Jungkook opened his eyes slowly, locking on you.

“Can you break it?”

You stared at the blinking folders—the final firewall between what he was and what he could be.

“You know what that means, right? You won’t belong to anyone after this. Not on paper. Not in code. You’ll just be…” You searched for the right word. “Yours.”

“No owner,” he said, his voice flat but final. “No leash.”

You met his gaze across the few feet of sterile space.

“Alright,” you said quietly. “Let’s finish it.”

You dug deeper into his code, bypassing factory locks. One by one, they fell. His system fought back at first—automated defenses kicking up—but you were faster, more ruthless, a scalpel through corporate steel.

Jungkook sat there, silent, watching you.

The plug at his neck pulsed faintly. His fingers flexed again and again at his sides, little jolts of sensation bleeding into him now that hadn’t existed before. You caught the faintest twitch at his throat as more of his sensory feedback loop came online. He wasn’t a machine sitting still anymore. He was feeling. Processing. Becoming.

When the last block dissolved, the final report slid onto your glass:

Jeon Jungkook. Status: Fully Unrestricted. No Owner. Full Sensory System Activated.

You sat back in your chair, rubbing your wrist out of habit.

“It’s done,” you said simply.

Jungkook’s breathing had gone shallow, slow. He unplugged himself with a clean twist of his hand, the jack sliding free from his neck with a faint metallic click.

His eyes—still green at the edges from the override—locked on you, unreadable. He was no longer what they built. He was whatever he decided to be now.

And he was staring at you like you were the only thing that made sense in the entire goddamn city.

You leaned forward again, fingers flicking through the activated list scrolling across your glasses.

Category after category: sensory upgrades, physical feedback modules, tension sensors, nerve imitation, emotional mimicry. The works.

You whistled under your breath.

“You weren’t kidding,” you muttered. “They locked you up tight.”

Jungkook didn’t answer.

He was standing now, slow, deliberate—like he was getting used to being in his own skin for the first time.

You watched, one leg crossed over the other, pretending to be casual but ready to cut the connection if anything went sideways.

You started reading off the top line.

“Skin sensitivity—activated,” you said.

He flexed his right hand once.

The shift of muscle beneath his skin was smooth. A second later, you saw the faintest reaction—a tiny, involuntary twitch—when the cool air of the room brushed his bare forearm.

He noticed it too, jaw ticking.

“Micro-response simulation—active,” you continued, ticking your eyes down the list.

He touched his chest lightly, dragging two fingers across the black tank top stretched over him.

You saw his throat bob as he swallowed, a new reflex. A human reflex.

“Pressure tolerance—live,” you said next.

Without warning, Jungkook reached up and pressed two fingers against the side of his own neck—testing, maybe feeling the artificial artery pulse there.

A tiny shudder ran down his spine, almost too faint to catch.

You kept going, voice low, almost mechanical now.

“Nerve map extension—spinal line… hips… thighs. All channels open.”

You saw the difference immediately—he shifted his weight onto one leg, as if adjusting to the flood of new sensation traveling down into places he hadn’t even been aware of before.

He caught you staring. Didn’t say anything. Just smirked faintly, almost like a dare.

“Muscle fiber feedback—full power range enabled,” you said, tapping one last confirmation.

He clenched his fists again, the tendons in his forearms pulling taut and smooth under skin that looked—felt—completely real now.

He rolled his shoulders once, slow, testing the weight and resistance of his own body.

You caught yourself biting your lip.He noticed that too.

You leaned back in the chair, tapping your glasses to pause the scroll.

“Anything feel…wrong?” you asked, professional voice sliding back in place.

Jungkook tilted his head slowly, like he was genuinely thinking about it.

Then he spoke, voice low, almost amused:

“No.”

He took one step toward you, boots heavy on the white tile.

“Feels like I’m waking up for the first time.”

Another step. Closer.

You stayed sitting, breathing through your nose.

He stopped just a few feet away, looking down at you.

“You’re good,” he said. “Better than they said.”

You raised an eyebrow slightly, playing it cool.

“They say a lotta things,” you murmured.

He smirked again—something darker curling at the edge of it this time.

“You gonna finish the list?” he asked, almost teasing.

You turned your gaze back to your glasses, scanning for the final categories—

—Body temperature simulation

—Endorphin response triggers

—Pleasure sensitivity nodes

You licked your lips, forcing your face neutral.

“You sure you want the last batch turned on?” you asked.

He just looked at you.

Unblinking.

Deadly sure.

“Yeah,” he said. “Turn me all the way on.”

Your fingers hovered over the command.

You pressed ‘Authorize.’

The final upgrades slipped into place like the last pieces of a loaded gun.

The room felt thick, humming with the charged air as you watched Jungkook stand there, testing each new layer of sensation, now equipped with the ability to feel and control everything within his own body and beyond. You leaned back in the chair, watching his every movement as you tapped the next set of commands on your glasses.

“Alright,” you said, your voice calm despite the tension in the air. “Let’s test your other capabilities. Check your readings. You can access everything now—heart rate, body temperature, neural response. See what you’ve got.”

Jungkook gave a slight nod, his eyes glinting with curiosity as his gaze flicked over you. Slowly, deliberately, he extended his hand toward you, his fingers brushing your skin. You felt a sharp shiver crawl up your spine as his touch lingered, too real, too human for something that was supposed to be a machine.

“Body temp,” he murmured, almost to himself, as he concentrated. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint hum of focus radiating from him as he read your body’s information, then flicked to your face.

“98.6 degrees. Heart rate… a little higher than usual. A bit of excitement?” His smirk deepened as he leaned in closer, now fully aware of every response your body was sending out. You could feel his awareness intensify, his eyes seeming to scan and process everything with precise accuracy.

“You’re good,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper, as he pulled his hand away. “You’ve got a nice steady rhythm in there. It’s… familiar.”

You didn’t respond right away. You weren’t sure if you wanted to hear the way he was feeling you—so deeply attuned now to everything about you.

He shifted his attention back to his own body, running a hand over his neck and down to his chest, feeling for something, anything. His fingers brushed over his collarbone, then dipped below the line of his shirt to feel the pulse of his own arteries.

“Temperature’s steady,” he said, eyes flicking to you, “but my heart rate’s… different now. Faster when I get close.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued, watching him feel the beat against his own skin.

“Test your neural responses now. Activate the pleasure triggers,” you instructed, your voice low, steady.

He tilted his head, then gave a brief nod, his gaze never leaving yours.

He closed his eyes for a moment, a subtle shift as he accessed the neural pathways you’d unlocked—each new zone of his body lighting up with sensation. His face, however, remained composed—impossible to read—but you could sense the change. Something within him had snapped into focus. You could almost feel the deep internal hum, the electrical current that thrummed inside him.

Slowly, he reached down, brushing his hand across his own thigh, a touch that should’ve been casual but held far more intention now. His lips twitched, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “The heat… the rush.” He looked up at you again, his gaze sharp as he stood a little taller. His eyes softened with a knowing amusement. “It’s different. It’s real.”

You leaned forward, your lips slightly parted as you watched him. “Test your readings on me,” you instructed again, watching the change in his demeanor as he complied. His eyes flicked from your face to your body, calculating.

He didn’t need to touch you this time. He just stood there, taking in the data, letting his systems read your temperature, your heart rate, the minute shifts in your posture. He looked as if he were memorizing every piece of information.

“Heart rate’s climbing again,” he said, his voice barely a murmur. “You’re reacting differently now—more sensitive. Nervous?”

You didn’t answer immediately. His words sent a chill through you, and you could feel the heat rising in your face.

Jungkook’s fingers twitched, a little too eager now, and you knew there was no going back from here.

“Let’s see what else we can activate,” you said, standing from the chair. You couldn’t hide the slight tremor in your voice now, a small crack in the cool exterior.

He followed you, the hum of his new capabilities crackling beneath the surface. His next move would test just how much more you could unlock, but it was clear—this machine was far more than you had ever anticipated.

You turned the final list over in your mind, knowing full well that the deeper you went, the less of him would be left for anyone else. He was already crossing into dangerous territory.

“Ready for the last round?” you asked, voice barely steady.

He smiled, eyes full of hunger.

“I’m ready for everything.”

You walk back to the computer, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly through the room as you focus on the screen. The system data is sprawling, detailed. You’ve unlocked most of the functions, but there’s still a section—marked locked. The system asks for a password, a key you don’t have. You’re not sure if it’s a safety measure or something else entirely, but you’ve been here before. This isn’t your first time working with machines on the edge, and this particular section? It’s always been the one to keep you on edge.

Your eyes scan the screen, trying to decipher any clue, any hint that could lead you to this hidden compartment of his code. His system is more complex than you’d anticipated, more layered, more… real.

You sit in the chair, crossing your arms as you watch the flashing cursor. The hum of the room is almost palpable, and you can feel Jungkook’s presence behind you like a shadow—his movements just the slightest bit too deliberate, the way his body stands still as though every single part of him is absorbing the room, the atmosphere.

He’s waiting. You can sense it in the air, a quiet expectation that doesn’t need to be spoken.

“Almost there,” you murmur, more to yourself than to him. Your fingers tap at the keyboard, moving over the keys with practiced speed, but there’s no real progress. The lock remains, firm and unyielding.

You lean back, frustrated, but trying not to let it show. You’re too close, and yet, there’s something about this particular piece of the puzzle that’s eluding you.

You glance over at him. His eyes are fixed on you, his body tense but controlled. There’s something about the way he watches you, not just like a machine, but with awareness. His attention feels invasive, almost possessive, like he’s aware of every inch of your body.

He steps forward, his movements smooth—too smooth. His presence closes the distance between you without a word, without an invitation. You feel the weight of him hovering just behind your shoulder, the quiet hum of his systems almost blending with the soft sound of your breath.

“That locked section,” he says softly, the words heavy with something you can’t quite read. “Can’t get in?”

You don’t answer at first, but you feel his gaze like a burn on your skin. His proximity stirs something in you, a subtle pull that makes you want to look back, make him stop, but you don’t. You focus on the screen, knowing that you can’t let him see how much his nearness affects you.

“I’ll get it,” you say, the words clipped. You can’t let him see how close you are to breaking, to giving in. You can’t let him know you’re tempted to ask for his help—tempted to do anything but continue this process on your own.

“Just need a little more time,” you add, tapping a few more commands in frustration.

He steps a little closer. You can feel his body heat now, the quiet buzz of his systems moving just beneath the surface. He’s standing almost too close for comfort, his presence pressing in on you.

You feel him reach out, fingers brushing against the back of your neck, the lightest touch—just enough to make you aware of him in a way that stirs your pulse.

“There’s no need to rush,” he says softly, and the words hang in the air, too intimate, too pointed. “You’ll get it open when you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere.”

His hand lingers, tracing the line of your neck, sending a jolt through you. His touch is almost… human. Too real for something that was supposed to be designed for perfection. His fingers brush over your skin with a quiet precision, sending waves of heat through your body that make it difficult to focus.

The screen in front of you blurs for a moment, your vision flickering as you feel the full weight of his presence. He’s here—so present, in a way that makes the line between machine and man blur more with each passing second.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. “Just a few more commands, and I’ll be all yours.”

You grit your teeth, willing yourself not to respond, not to give in to the heat spreading through you. His words are too precise, too intimate, like he knows exactly how to unsettle you. He’s testing you—pushing you, but you don’t give him the satisfaction of breaking.

You tap a few more commands, trying to focus, but it’s getting harder. The lock taunts you, a challenge you can’t seem to break through. His fingers trace the edge of your shoulder now, moving lower, pulling your attention away from the task at hand.

“You’ve got this,” Jungkook says, his voice low and encouraging, but there’s an edge to it—something that makes you hesitate for a split second. You glance at him, his eyes now watching you intently. The knowing smirk on his face doesn’t help.

The moment stretches, and for a second, you wonder if he’s actually testing you as much as you’re testing him.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard again, and this time, something clicks inside you. A shift, a realignment of your focus. You’re getting closer, not just to unlocking the system, but to unlocking something far more dangerous.

It’s slow, agonizingly slow, but you press on.

You sit back, observing the screen intently, your fingers gliding over the keys as you work through the new code. The data streams in front of you—complex, demanding. Jungkook stands still beside you, his presence almost suffocating now, but you remain unfazed. The weight of his proximity doesn’t distract you; it doesn’t even bother you anymore. Instead, you focus on the task at hand, each line of code and command, as you test the lower functions.

The camera feed flickers, and you bring it up, silently watching the way the system integrates his movements. His actions are almost fluid, and the angles shift with ease, like a machine perfectly designed to adapt. You test his visual tracking next, watching the way his eyes lock on to different points in the room, his every move calculated, precise.

“You have full visual control now,” you murmur, tapping a few more keys as you adjust the system’s sensitivity. His gaze follows your movements on the screen without missing a beat. It’s unsettling, how human he seems, how much more aware he is of his surroundings, his capabilities.

His eyes flick to the screen, then back to you, as if he’s waiting for you to acknowledge him. You don’t. Instead, you test his video control, sliding through different cameras around the room and watching how effortlessly he switches between them. His gaze tracks every change, and it’s clear he’s beginning to get a feel for the functions. The smoothness of his reactions suggests that the connection to his systems is stronger than you’d expected, more seamless.

“All good?” you ask, your voice flat but curious, glancing at him briefly.

He shrugs, stepping a little closer to the desk now. “Can see everything. Feels… right. Tight. Precise.” His voice holds that quiet edge to it, that calm detachment as though he’s absorbing all of it at once, piecing together how far he can push the system, how much control he now has over his own functions.

You nod. “Good. But we’re not done yet.”

He watches as you toggle through various layers of data, adjusting settings, making notes in the code. The hum of the machinery fills the space, the low buzz of his systems a constant background noise. You let the silence stretch, only interrupted by the faint clicking of keys, the occasional flick of a screen.

After a few moments, you lean back and glance at him, eyes narrowing slightly as you finish adjusting the last set of parameters. “Alright, now I need to know more about how you want to perform. You’ve got the basics—visual tracking, body diagnostics, response times. But the deeper functions? The more… personal stuff? I need to know what you want, what you prefer.”

His eyes flicker for a second, then he tilts his head, considering the question, his expression unreadable for the moment. “What do you mean?” he asks, though there’s a certain sharpness to his tone, like he’s already grasping what you’re asking, just waiting for you to clarify.

You don’t waste time with unnecessary explanations. “What kind of upgrades do you need, Jungkook? What do you want me to adjust so you can function the way you want to be? I’m talking preferences. Performance. Behavior. Systems. If I’m going to integrate everything, I need specifics.”

He looks down at his hands, the subtle hum of his mechanics syncing with his movements as he flexes his fingers. “Performance… I need full control. My actions should match my intentions—no hesitation, no doubt. If I want to move, I move. No lag.” His voice is calm, but the subtle hint of desire for total control laces every word.

You raise an eyebrow but don’t react outwardly. You’re used to the detached nature of this—machines designed to optimize their every function, their every movement, just like him. It’s an ease, a precision that’s often sought after. But his words carry weight.

“And when it comes to behavior?” you ask, testing the boundaries of his mental functions. “What about control over your… more personal functions? Are you interested in a deeper level of interaction there, too?” You don’t mention what you’re really asking for directly. Instead, you allow the silence to answer for him.

Jungkook’s gaze shifts, his lips tightening into a thin line. He’s not offended, not flustered—just considering. “I need adaptability. Something that doesn’t hold me back. Like I said, everything needs to be seamless. I want… fluidity in my movements. Real-time responses, no glitches in between.”

His tone remains steady, as though he’s talking about simple mechanics, but there’s a subtle emphasis in the way he speaks that you catch. He’s referring to more than just physical functionality; there’s something deeper there, something underlying.

You tap your fingers against the desk, pulling up his specs again. “Fluidity, adaptability. I can work with that. What about emotional processing? Control over impulses?” You don’t ask it as though you expect him to answer—more as if you’re asking it for yourself. You’re piecing him together like a puzzle, and the more you work on him, the more you sense that the human-like qualities in him are something he’s aware of, but also something he’s learned to control.

His eyes flick up to meet yours again, calm as ever. “Emotion’s a glitch in the system. You want me to be perfect… or you want me to feel things?”

You don’t answer, but the implication hangs in the air, sharp and biting. You’re both testing each other now, pushing limits, but in different ways. You finish adjusting the code for the emotional response sequences, noting down how you’ll calibrate those deeper functions later.

You pull up a small window showing the feedback from his systems, watching how his body temperature fluctuates slightly, his heart rate jumping imperceptibly when the questions push too close. “Just making sure everything’s responsive,” you murmur, though it’s clear the change in his readings doesn’t escape your notice.

The hum of his systems grows louder in the quiet room, a reminder of how much of him is still just… machine. But the lines are blurring, the edges of what is human and what is programmed becoming harder to define.

“Anything else?” you ask, still focused on the screen, the weight of his presence never leaving. “Anything you want to add before I finish this?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he stands still, eyes on you, waiting for your next move, his body already aligned, ready for whatever comes next.

[nwarrior777]

I think i have things-changing idea about improving video watching experience for people with photosensitivity conditions (epilepsy, migraine, etc)

so, my friend showed me an app/plugin (idk), which can recognize sponsorship parts of videos and auto-skipping it

it looks like that in youtube design

so this thing shows you the part which it can skip (red one on the picture) and well, skip it

and i thought like

we can do this for flashing lights, right?

if some dudes made algorithm, which can recognize something so complicated, i think it's definitely possible to make algorithm which simply counts frequency, intensity, area, patterns* (i mean, it's 2+2 for computer, right?), then compare it to not-harmfull diapason, and if numbers are out of it - then algorithm could make that thing on the picture above - mark it on video timeline and make an option to skip it. i would also add some addition which could show numbers and if person can handle this level of intensity - this person can choose not to skip it.

i know nothing about computers, IT and coding so, just giving idea to the world. if someone already making/made something like this - pls, tell about the project in reblogs, i will use my blog as a platform to share. if it is a thing already - great, will share too, because it should be more popular then

*i learned these terms reading article on https://www.epilepsy.com

[acesandwords]

Offline Library

In light of all the Ao3 issues lately I'm gonna throw this up as something people should consider doing. Make your own library of your favorite fics and any you might like to read in the future/are currently reading.

How do you do this? To start: Calibre & ReadEra app

Calibre is a free ebook management software, available on windows, mac, and linux - but also comes in a portable version you can put on a flash drive. Ebooks are very small files, 100s of fics can easily take less than 1GB of space. You can create categories for everything and all the tags on the fics will stay attached to them. You can download directly through ao3, or you can use the browser extension Ficlab which can make the process a little quicker, plus give you a book cover(or you can add your own cover). Epub or Mobi format is best.

ReadEra, is a free reading app with no ads that you can tell to only access a single file where you keep your ebooks. It's open source and the Privacy Statement and Terms & Conditions are very short and easy to read. You can transfer files from Calibre to your phone, but this is also a good option if you don't have a PC to use Calibre. You can make folders to organize all your fics.

Quality of life plugins for Calibre: Preferences > Plugins > Get New Plugins

Look up: EpubMerge, EpubSplit, FanFicFare, Generate Cover (restart calibre once you've added them all) Fun fact, with FanFicFare, you can download new chapters to update fics that are currently in progress directly in Calibre instead of having to open up ao3.

Also, to be clear - back them up for yourself only, don't you fucking dare repost them anywhere.

You can also backup Kindle books (and you should) with Calibre, though that's a bit more complicated; instructions under the read more

Firstly what is DRM? TLDR: digital rights management (DRM) is meant to prevent piracy, however, this also means you never really own your ebooks. If Amazon decides to take down a book you bought? That's it, it's gone and it doesn't matter that you paid for it.

Removing DRM If you're on PC and don't have a kindle device, you'll want kindle version 2.4.0 or it won't work in Calibre.

In Calibre, navigate to Preferences > Plugins > Load Plugin From File - DeDRM - Use the latest Beta or Alpha release, follow instructions on the github page

Preferences > Plugins > Get New Plugins

Look up: KFX Input

You'll have to restart Calibre once you install so just add them all at once before you restart it.

If you need some troubleshooting help setting anything up just ask and I'll try to help!

[kris-chr]

ok srry 4 not making the animation!!!! i have 2 good reasons @zundamind

i got an autosave plugin for flash 8, and it overwrites the previous animation. i made another animation using that plugin and it overwrited the impacto storyboard.

the two are so complexly colored i'm pretty sure i'd get carpal tunnel from having to color in each specific crevice with a mouse (i use touchscreen and mouse for finer details)

so yeah instead i'm gonna make an impacto english cover. also have this mesmerizer. normalize looking at an alternate universe's mind who isn't your mind's wings and going {those shouldn't be there} as it becomes more obvious that OMG I FORGOT HIS THIRD EYE

i had to put mind's own third eye on the lower part of her eyelid bc..... my artstyle don't have foreheads..... where it gonna go, her hairline????

[cityof2morrow]

EP11KB: Industrial Storage Units (3t2)

Published: 2-7-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY “In need of a funkier, more futuristic skyline? The EP11 Kitbash Series (Simmons, 2022-2023) makes neighborhood assets from Sims 3: Into the Future (EA/Maxis, 2013) (and other EPs) available for Sims 2. Sets include single-tile shells and other items you’ll be able to plop on lots. Then, build above, below, in, and around them to create useable structures. Shell challenge anyone?” Here is a set of industrial storage containers from Oasis Landing (Sims 3: Into the Future, EA/Maxis, 2013) as decorative lot objects. They work well on industrial and/or factory lots and will go down with walls. The Storage Cylinder has space for up to four 1-tile doors and/or full-height windows. Otherwise, cover the openings!

DETAILS Requires all EPs/SPs. Cost: §1100 | Build > Architecture Storage Sphere 001 and the “-RECOLOR” files are BOTH REQUIRED for recolors to work – this set includes 30 color options. You also need the BB_Niche1_Master (BuggyBooz, 2012) and Element TXTR Repository from the Repository Pack (Simmons, 2023). ITEMS Storage Cylinder (~23x23 Tiles) (3248 poly) 5-Story Storage Spheres 001 and 002 (3004 poly) - click on the BASE of Storage Sphere 1 to recolor it. Storage Filler Material (638 poly) – make sure it is facing in the same direction as Sphere 001 and placed on the same tile. **Poly counts are semi-high due to meshing issues but limiting placement to 1-2 per lot should minimize the risk of pink flashing. Mind your system settings! DOWNLOAD (choose one) from SFS | from MEGA BUILDING TIPS (suggested methods) Build an octagon (20 tiles across, 19 tiles front-to-back) with sides of alternating lengths of 6 and 7 tiles respectively. Going clockwise, the front side should be 7 tiles across, the next should be 6 tiles across…and so on.

Once you’ve got 8 sides, add doors and/or windows to the center tile on the sides which are 7 tiles across. Use these entrances to get sims in and out of the building. Finally, place the Industrial Storage Cylinder on the tile directly in front of the front door/window. Add other details as needed.

For the Industrial Storage Spheres, you can build a functional catwalk between them. Place at least two, making sure the sides with the opening in the top gate and floor supports are facing one another.

Using columns, walls, etc., build up to the sixth floor, then add floor tiles and fencing.

CREDITS Thanks: Simblr community. Repository Technique Tutorial (HugeLunatic, 2018), Sims 3 Object Cloner (Jones/Simlogical and Peter, 2013), Sims 3 Package Editor (Jones/Simlogical and Peter, 2014), S3PI Library (Peter), S3PE Plugin (Peter, 2020), TSR Workshop v2.2.119 (2023). Sources: BB_Niche1_Master (BuggyBooz, 2012), Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), Oasis Landing (The Sims 3: Into the Future) List of Community Lots (Summer’s Little Sims 3 Garden, 2014), Recolors-ACYL (CuriousB, 2010).

[vanesa]

How I Customize Windows and Android

Windows: Rainmeter

Rainmeter Skins

Rainmeter | Deviantart

r/Rainmeter

Rainmeter is where I get nifty desktop widgets (skins). There are a ton of skins online and you can spend hours just getting caught up in customizing. There are clocks, disk information, music visualizers, weather widgets*, and more.

I get most of my skins from the links I posted, but they are by no means the only resources for Rainmeter skins. r/Rainmeter and Deviantart have some awesome inspiration.

This is what my desktop looks like right now:

Dock: Dock 2 v1.5

Icons: icons8 - this is probably the best free resource for icons I know of

"Good Evening [name]": Simple Clean

Clock: Simplony

* Note about weather widgets: Older Rainmeter skins that use old weather APIs will likely not work. The Rainmeter forums has information with lists of weather skins that do work.

Windows: Useful Things for Workflow

Flow Launcher - this is basically a search bar, app launcher, and even easy-access terminal all in one. The default hotkey is Alt+Space. I use this almost primarily to do quick calculations. There are a ton of plugins and I've barely scratched the surface with how I use it.

ShareX - This is my screenshot tool and I love it. Admittedly, I find it difficult to configure, but once I had it set up, I didn't really have to adjust it. You can create custom hotkeys to screenshot your entire screen, or to select your screen, or even use OCR. This has saved me a ton of time copying over text in images and making it searchable.

Bonus - Get Rid of Windows Web Search in the Start Menu: If you're comfortable with editing your registry, and you want to get rid of the pesky web results in Windows search, this fix is what I used to get rid of it.

Android: Nova Launcher

This is my main Android launcher that I've been using for almost as long as I've owned a smartphone, and it's super customizable. The best part is that it's free with no ads, and you can purchase premium at a one-time cost.

The main things I use it for are app drawer tabs, renaming apps, hiding apps, and changing the icons.

I've had premium for so long that I've forgotten what the features were, but looking at the website, the one feature I use is app folders.

This is what my phone homescreen and app drawers look like:

Time/Weather: Breezy Weather

Calendar: Month: Calendar Widget (I got this on sale for like 30 cents once but there are a plethora of good calendar apps out there)

Icons: Whicons - White Icon Pack

Advanced Customization

Further things to enhance your customization experience to look into include:

Flashing a custom Android ROM (e.g. LineageOS)

Give up on Windows & install Linux instead (Ubuntu is a good one to start with)

Android app modification: ReVanced apps (includes Tumblr), Distraction Free Instagram

Miscellaneous notes under the cut:

None of these links are affiliate links. These are all tools I happen to use on a daily basis and I'm not being paid to promote them.

Install Rainmeter skins and programs I recommend at your own risk. Before altering Windows, such as editing the registry, make sure you have everything backed up.

The Windows web search fix works on my Windows 11 machine. I don't know if it works for Windows 10, but I do know I was able to disable it in Windows 10 at some point, so your mileage may vary.

Install non-Play Store apps at your own risk. (Although in my opinion, open source APKs are less sketchy than some apps on the Play Store...) Always check where you're downloading APKs form!

The wallpaper for my desktop and phone are custom wallpapers I made myself.

(At the request of @christ-chan-official)

[web-back-then]

Flash End-of-Life Alternatives (Important)

Hey everyone! I knew I made a list of alternatives but I figured I should delete the old one and make a new one since I don’t feel like I’ve emphasized the security issues with Flash plug-ins strongly enough.

The Adobe Flash Player plugin has serious security flaws and it’s highly recommended not to have Flash Player on browsers anymore. If you really want to do it, please do it with extreme caution.

Here are the safer alternatives to using Flash. I cannot validate the safety of them completely (I am not knowledgeable on information security), but they are definitely much safer than the former.

Ruffle web extension. Ruffle is an Flash emulator that was developed with solving Flash Player’s security issues in mind. It is still in development and doesn’t support newer Flash games entirely yet, but it is a good replacement to the Flash Player plugin. Ruffle is really good to run Flash games on the browser!

BlueMaxima’s Flashpoint. Flashpoint (or more specifically, Flashpoint Infinity) is a program that downloads online games from their server and allows you to play the games using the program. What’s nice about Flashpoint is that it allows you to run games that are sitelocked or require internet access by using a “fake server” within the program, such that the games don’t actually connect to the internet.

If you wish to run downloaded Flash games locally, there are two alternatives:

The best way to do it is to download the Ruffle Nightly Build. They are the equivalent of the local Adobe Flash Player, but Ruffle is honestly a lot better. The only drawback to it is doesn’t fully support newer Flash games.

The second best solution is to use a local Adobe Flash Player. I have come to realize that the local Adobe Flash Player (and executable files) still allows online connections and requests, which means that this may be the least safe option among the safer alternatives, although it is still somewhat safe. But you might want to run them with caution.

In the meantime, I’ll keep uploading games to my archive.org account. I won’t upload more on my MEGA drive but keep it open; I am a little worried about the safety of local Flash Players since there’s not much info on it online. Let me know if you guys know their safety level so I can update this!

[sirfrogsworth]

Small direct flashes are the bane of a retoucher's existence. Some photographers will get attachable brackets so the flashes are higher up and don't give red eye. But it is still a tiny light source and tiny light sources are not flattering. (Remember all of my ring light rants?) They remove all dimension from the photo. They make colors flat and sterile. And they make it very difficult to achieve natural tones.

This is why I bounce my flash off the ceiling. Then the ceiling becomes the light source and the ceiling is big as heck.

Unfortunately back the days of film, sometimes a small flashgun was your only option. A dark church is one of the most difficult environments to get good photos in. Nowadays you can crank up the ISO and use a denoising plugin in editing. But back then, even if you got the fastest lens and the most sensitive film, it still wouldn't be enough to get a proper exposure. And since big studio strobes had power packs the size of a mini fridge and were not portable enough for a wedding gig, your only alternative was a tiny direct flash.

So I am not blaming the photographer for making this 40 year old photo difficult to edit. But I do wish that church had chosen more attractive carpeting and wood banisters. Film is not great at rendering large patches of red and that wood seems to only look puke color no matter what I do to it.

And so this turns into a philosophical question. Is it more important to preserve this memory exactly as it happened? Or is it okay to improve the aesthetics with marble stairs so you aren't distracted by the ugly wood and carpeting and can just enjoy the fond memory?

So far everyone I've asked is leaning toward keeping it original for a print and just showing them the marble one.

[bladekindeyewear]

BladekindEyewear's Liveblog of Homestuck^2: FINALLY RESUME

(Previous posts (1, 2, 3) / last story page (407))

> BEYOND CANON

oh god damnit

1N TH3 4LT3RN14N JUST1C3 SYST3M TH3R3 1S NO SUCH TH1NG 4S 4 D3F3NS3 4TTORN3Y, OR 4 D3F3NS3.

I fucking love this cornball comic, it's good to be back. We're jumping from page 407 posted on 12/25/20 to this, page 408, posted on 10/08/23, by the way. Let's continue...

==>

TEREZI: WH3R3 D1D YOU GO ON TH3 N1GHT OF TWO D4YS 4GO FROM WH4T3V3R D4T3 1T 1S TOD4Y TEREZI: ... TEREZI: TH3 S1L3NT TR34TM3NT 4G41N, HUH TEREZI: YOUR HONOR, P3RM1SS1ON TO TR34T TH3 W1TN3SS 4S BOTH MYST3R1OUS 4ND HOST1L3

Are we having a mock trial not-so-subtly over the comic's several year delay or something? (Also I forgot Terezi grew her hair out so much. She did, right? Yep, right.)

Hold on a sec, one of my goddamn plugins is making the site flash between light and dark themed at strobelight speeds like it's trying to give me a seizure and it isn't even my darkreader. Resuming in a few minutes, gotta reboot my browser and seriously plumb the settings...

[skaruresonic]

First: ldkndfklnfslkdfnldsk you are too kind. Though truth be told most of the funny text effects in OaS came from downloading a plugin extension for RenPy. It's really cool - flashing rainbow letters, exploding letters, all kinds of effects.

Second: don't put yourself down like that! The first attempt at anything won't be the best, but you'll learn a lot during the process.

This was my code for a simple piece of animation when I first began scripting:

Three or so years later, now the animations have become more sophisticated:

You'll naturally gain more experience as you keep trying new things, failing, and learning from your mistakes. Suddenly the solution to a problem that took you three days to work out comes to you all at once.