#html about

[viperflowerdesign]

SHADOWGIRL EDITS PRESENTS: CODE FOR ABOUT #04

PREVIEW ⛧ CODE

[/english] Hey folks! I am making my ABOUT CODE #04 available for free. My HTMLs are aimed at YOBLE.US users who play RPGs.

SPECIFICATIONS: Simple HTML with eight spaces for short information (including two sentences) + 3 square gifs of at least 90x90. Quantity of hex colors: 2 colors is ideal.

[/portuguese] Ei, galera! Estou disponibilizando meu ABOUT CODE #4 de maneira gratuita. Meus HTMLs são voltados para usuário do YOBLE.US que jogam RPG.

ESPECIFICAÇÕES: HTML simples com oito espaços para informações curtas (incluindo duas frases) + 3 gifs quadrados de, no mínimo, 90x90. Quantidade de cores hex: 2 cores é o ideal.

[diamondcitydarlin]

               "I am gonna make you so happy." 🪲🪳

[teaboot]

Social anxiety level: Chatting with someone experiencing a schizophrenic episode and becoming increasingly self-concious of how I'm just saying "That sounds really stressful", "I've never heard of that but it sounds scary", and "You must be pretty worried about that" over and over again

[mothfishing]

last thing about this from me i promise. actually i don't, fuck you if you don't like it

the "old web" space is extremely hostile to disabled people. there is a show of patting themselves on the back for linking accessibility resources they've never read, while at the same time flat out promoting inaccessible practices. the thing is, they don't make the page slightly more difficult to read, they make it impossible to.

if you're photosensitive, using an inaccessible page can flat out give you seizures in the case of epilepsy, or otherwise cause massive disabling migraines and other painful effects. if you're a screen reader user, be it because of blindness, dyslexia, or other print disabilities, depending on exactly what nonsense you've done to your website, it can read things in a nonsensical order, refuse to read at all, or flat out CRASH.

if you're out here saying that html is so easy and anyone can learn it, put your effort where your own mouth is and learn accessibility standards. don't be so fucking apathetic - if you think inaccessibility will save you from data harvesting, you frankly deserve it getting stolen

[vesna-v-irkutske]

What do you think Artyom and Nikita (mostly Nikita) would think of their "fans" ?

Oh, Artyom likes having "fans". Knowing that someone is interested in him, and someone sees him as something more, tries to understand him, shows him sympathy, must stroke his ego. Although Daphne said somewhere that he was still kind of shocked by it, that he didn't understand it. Two things can be true at once.

May 22, 2023. "Vlada, hi. Got the letter on May 5th. • To be honest, it's an interesting admission — the interest in Nikita's and my philosophy... O_O I'm being completely serious: this is the first time I've seen something like this. I'm very flattered. =)"

June 26, 2023. "The reaction to the sudden popularity was calm. Although I was wildly freaking surprised. But at the same time, remained calm =D"

Although I bet he'd have cringed at some stuff and tried his best to ignore it and focus on something else.

January 6, 2024. "How I feel about trolls on the internet. I don't give a hoot about the internet and everyone who lives in it =) I hardly ever go there, so I don't come into contact with trolls."

As for Nikita, it's hard to say. Back then, he wanted attention and recognition. I'm sure both of them had fun playing Among Us in real life. Law enforcement officials said that they kind of liked talking about their crimes, that someone listened to them, paid attention to everything they said. They got what they wanted: attention and being treated seriously. They posed a real threat, they felt powerful, they were capable of changing lives.

Later, I think, the shame and realization woke up. Half a year after their arrest, Nikita said that he no longer needed all this, and that he felt ashamed. In November 2012, he said, "I feel sick/bad when I think about what I have done."

In June or early July 2012, Nikita gave an interview to a newspaper: — Why is Anoufriev supported on social media, but you don't have any fans? Is he more ideological? — I don't really care about this idea at all.

What I'm trying to say is that Nikita only talked to his mom and gave interviews to a couple of newspapers and journalists because they asked him, not because he was particularly eager for it. In short, he wasn't looking for contact. Just like his whole life before that. So I think he didn't even know about his "fans", or he wasn't very interested. Who knows exactly why there's not a single letter from Nikita from prison. He had no one to write to but his family. And I'm not really sure if someone else knew his address to write to him. Besides, he was a very closed-off, anxious and depressed person, I doubt that he wanted to communicate with strangers. Who knows what they might have written to him? All kinds of threats and insults? He knew it himself.

I think he'd have distanced himself from it all and disappeared into the shadows. At the same time, I'm not denying the possibility that he would be interested if he found out about the "fans". Just a sizeable maybe. But I think that he, just like Artyom, would be extremely surprised, confused and wouldn't understand this. Maybe he wouldn't necessarily have thought anything about their "fans". Maybe he'd have thought it was weird. Perhaps he'd constantly wonder why people were interested in him, if there was any catch in it, if they were actully laughing at him? Maybe he wouldn't really care.

But he'd totally be weirded the fuck out because of some of you, especially if it had to do with his looks and something romantic/sexual in general.

Of course, he knew about TCC, but he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of that interest. And I think he'd have been very distant with his "fans". He was never a talker, and even less with a bunch of different people. Maybe, by some miracle, he'd have managed to make a couple of friends (hopefully better than those he had before, just someone nice and compassionate instead of someone interested in very dark stuff; however, Nikita was very deeply convinced that he was nothing good, and that he didn't deserve anything good; besides, all these positive and pacifistic things were alien to his mentally ill, disappointed in the world, people and himself brain; there's comfort in suffering and misery, if it's something you've been used to since an early age, because it's familiar, and getting better requires a desire to change, effort and energy, which depressed people have very little of). Anyway, who knows how it'd have affected him. Don't encourage mentally ill person's bad tendencies.

[vagueeyes]

-So what happens now?      -We wait for the others to find us. -So how do you win?      -Nobody wins, you just wait.

INSIDE NO. 9 - S1E1 "Sardines"

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

Lazarus Rising (4x01): Castiel in Every Episode (favorite shots) [105/?]

[misc-obeyme]

Spear Lessons

I had an idea, so I wrote it. A huge shout out to this guy's youtube where I watched his videos on how to use a spear multiple times in order to write this. Also I'd like to say that there are a lot of suggestive words when it comes to spears, but I swear this is entirely sfw.

GN!MC x Raphael

Warnings: none, it's fluff

You hefted your bag onto your shoulder more snugly as you made your way down the front stairs at RAD. You were finally done with classes and after school meetings. It was time to make your way back to the House of Lamentation.

You were thinking about what you would do when you got there as you walked through campus. You stayed on the path, following it as it wound through the grounds. Your thoughts were disturbed when something bright caught your eye.

You turned your head in that direction only to stop dead in your tracks.

It was Raphael and the glint from the gold of the diamonds in his hair had been what you had seen.

There was nothing unusual about seeing Raphael around campus, but you were entranced by what he was doing.

In his hands, Raphael held one of his infamous spears. It was no simple wood and iron spear, either. It looked like it was made of gold and steel, bright as the eternal Celestial Realm sun.

He was moving through a specific set of moves, holding the spear firmly, thrusting and lunging at imaginary opponents.

Your heart raced as you watched him. His footwork was precise but complicated, making him look like a deadly dancer. His face was as serious as it always was, composed and full of concentration.

Raphael turned in his routine and his eyes focused on your face. He stopped moving, looking at you over the shining tip of the spear.

You were wondering if you should say something when Raphael pulled the spear back, holding it at his side and standing straight out of his fighting stance.

"MC," he said. He didn't sound upset that you were watching him. He sounded just as he always did.

You were flustered, though, at having been caught. "I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't mean to stare at you or to interrupt. I was just curious." You couldn't exactly say that you were a little entranced by him, too.

Raphael cocked his head a little. "Are you interested in learning to use the spear, MC? I can show you the basics."

You blinked. You hadn't really thought about it, but now that he had suggested it…

"I would like that," you replied.

Raphael nodded. "We can start now, if you like."

You immediately shrugged off your book bag and left it in the grass. "Okay," you said.

Raphael gestured for you to stand in front of him. Then he handed you his spear. You took it reverently, especially because you felt like you were handling something holy.

"It isn't fragile," Raphael said, seemingly picking up on your sense of uncertainty. "Grip it firmly."

"Like this?" you asked, attempting to emulate how you had seen him holding it earlier.

"Your grip depends on how you intend to use it," Raphael said. "Let's start with the basic thrust move. For that you'll want your dominant hand closer to the base of the spear. It will be the one directing your thrusts."

You rearranged your hold a bit, to be closer to what you thought was correct.

Raphael studied your hold for a moment. "Now thrust the spear forward with both hands, without changing their position, and lunge forward with your front foot. Make sure to keep your stance a bit low to the ground."

You did as he instructed and then froze in place with the spear extended. The tip didn't quite reach Raphael, but it was inches away from his chest. He seemed unperturbed.

"That's good, MC," he said. "But your power is lacking. You need to put your dominant hand a little further back."

You readjusted your hand and tried again.

After several repetitions of the move where Raphael simply watched you, he held up a hand.

You stopped, still in a fighting stance, and waited.

Raphael circled around behind you. You figured he was looking at all the ways in which you were standing incorrectly.

And then you felt his hands on yours. And you realized he was standing close enough to put his arms around you and hold the spear with you.

"You need to hold it more on an angle, like this." Raphael's voice was right next to your ear and you tried not to think about the goosebumps that rose on your skin. He adjusted the angle of the spear.

"When you thrust, simply go straight forward. Be careful not to do this." He demonstrated by thrusting the spear, his chest pressing against your back as he did. It was clear that he was telling you not to let the spear go out from your body before it went forward toward your opponent.

"Keep it steady," Raphael said. "And step into the forward movement."

Raphael let go of you and stepped back. "Try it again," he said.

You were grateful he was behind you now, hoping it meant he couldn't see the blush on your cheeks. You had to take a breath before attempting the move again.

After your next attempt, you couldn't stop yourself from looking over your shoulder at him, for confirmation on whether or not you had improved.

Your heart nearly stopped when you saw the gentle smile on his face. He nodded in approval.

You spent another solid hour practicing this basic move with Raphael's spear. It started to feel like second nature, as if that beautiful shining weapon somehow belonged in your very own human hands.

When you realized you needed to get back to the House of Lamentation, you carefully handed Raphael back his spear.

He stood it upright beside him, smiling at you again. Your heart shuddered at the sight - he looked absolutely angelic when he smiled at you like that.

"You did well, MC," he said. "I think you have potential with the spear, if you'd like to continue training."

You shrugged at the praise. "I just had a really good teacher, that's all."

Raphael sighed and shook his head a little. "I think I was a bit too distracting for you. But you managed to improve despite that. You truly are remarkable, MC."

You blushed because it was pretty clear from this statement that he had been aware of the reactions you had attempted to hide.

To your complete astonishment, Raphael reached out and put his hand on your cheek. "This is what I mean," he said.

You fought to stop yourself from blushing even more, but it was a losing battle. "Um, I should get back…"

Raphael stepped away from you, then smiled and said, "If you keep practicing, you'll be able to put those brothers in their place in no time."

You laughed. It was such a hilarious image, you couldn't help it. "I can't wait to see the looks on their faces," you said.

You thanked Raphael and made a plan to continue your training at a later time. As you grabbed your bag, you stopped for a moment to watch as he fell into an elaborate routine once again. You wouldn't soon forget the feeling of his hands on yours or the sound of his voice, low in your ear. You rushed home with the golden glint of his spear still prominent in your mind.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[calware]

programming comments headcanons

june: tries to leave helpful comments but most of them are like

// this sucks

// this sucks

// ugh

karkat: constantly forgets to write comments so when he goes back and can't remember what he was doing he writes new comments that are just keysmashing

sollux: at one point he had to force himself to start writing comments because he was convinced he doesn't need them and kept having to learn the hard way that, yes, he does need them

vriska: convinced herself she doesn't need them. will never learn

equius: man i don't know. there are way too many of these guys

roxy: all of her comments are completely incomprehensible to everyone except her

dirk: all of his comments are written in iambic pentameter. they are also completely incomprehensible

[uke-zone]

I really hate to post something like this on an account called uke-zone, but there's not much choice. I'm going to be homeless in a month.

For the past 2 years, I’ve been stuck in a toxic job because I took the first one I could get without reliable transport. I’ve been working as a web admin, making $14,400 a year. My rent is $12,360 a year, not including bills. I scraped by, constantly stressed, and exhausted. I lived alone after leaving an abusive family environment, so I just kept going.

Four days ago I was given a termination notice—the day after I refused to violate FCC guidelines. They wanted me to add a static list of customers to an email list, without allowing them to unsubscribe, and I couldn’t let myself be complicit or get hit with a $5,000 fine.

No savings, no support system, and no cushion. I won't survive the next month if I'm evicted. There is just straight up nowhere to go.

If you’re able to help me keep a roof over my head while I continue the job search, please drop a $20 or the most that won't hurt here: paypal.me/Ymukhopadhyay

In Texas, unemployment takes at least 4 weeks, assuming no disputes, and with my employer that's not happening. Rent is due. I’d be eligible for $143 a week, which... isn’t even close to enough to keep a roof over my head or eat. I couldn’t pay one month of rent if I tried. I'm looking down the barrel of being homeless again, and would frankly rather be dead.

If you have any need for a web developer, designer, or multimedia content specialist, I'd appreciate any support there as well, whether through projects or referrals.

I need to survive the next 30 days to not be constantly on the verge of losing everything. Going back to living paycheck-to-paycheck with no security and no safety net isn't an option. I was terrified one mistake or one bad turn could leave me with nothing until it did.

If you can’t offer help, I understand. But if you can, I'm begging in random tags on the Internet because I don’t want to be homeless again.

GoFundMe, if PayPal isn't an option

Thanks for reading this. ❤️

[kagooleo]

i finally finished my riley shrine! it's best viewed on desktops (with firefox specifically) so it might look wonky on mobile devices 😅

this also serves as a soft opening of my nekoweb site! it's my personal blog outside of social media, and atm I have to do a Lot of transferring to and from my neocities, but at least my pages are still functional!

[mimicoriart]

hearts, or what grows in forgotten places

there’s a hole in my chest, everyone says or perhaps they just think it, their gazes unsure,  avoiding the place where they expect to see viscera and an empty cage.

i'm not sure what they mean. i once thought that perhaps my heart had run away, or that i’d broken it like a toddler with a new toy,  so shiny it must be ruined for love of the game.

but i soon forgot to notice the lack i’d been sure everyone could see. i forgot to stay up waiting for my heart to come back  to roost behind the safety of these bars of bone.

it went unmentioned for so long, you see.  but maybe it was because for years i shone too brightly  for them to notice the shadow of absence, and now that i'm finding my place in the sky, i've settled and slowed down enough for people to take a closer look.

i forgot.

i don't know if there was anything there  before the moment i realized it was gone; i don't know if maybe there’s been something else  nestled in that space behind my ribs, between my lungs— my whole life, the ache at the center of my chest perhaps the growing pains  of a garden hidden, delicate and twisting, unnoticed as people’s gazes skittered away.

i cannot dig out this living thing rooted in my chest. i will not snip off the flowers just to prove to you there’s something  there where you think you’ll only see blood and carved out meat. this garden of gold roses is mine to shelter in the dark, sharp thorns pricking soft garden walls–but it’s mine.

[organised-disaster]

Web design is my passion

[starry-sophrosyne]

--------------------------------------------------------------

In every universe. “It’s always you, isn’t it?”

Her voice is thick with a fading resistance, more tired than it is accepting. Accepting of her fate.

“Always us,” he corrects, without a hint of anger. It’s a reminder of their fate, just as cruel to him as it is her. “Always me and you.”

“Never them.” She finishes.

--------------------------------------------------------------

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

And the thing is. Speaking on a meta, Doylist level now. In actual Inuit shamanic practice, cutting out one's tongue (or any other body part) is not a real thing, at least not that I can find reference to anywhere. In fact, actual angakkuit have their own secret verbal language that they use to communicate with spirits (including their tuurngaq). Plus, shamans serve very important interpersonal functions within their communities, so removing their ability to speak would be worse than pointless.

So why is it a thing in The Terror? Well, the most obvious purpose is To Be Scary And Gory because Horror Genre. But fabricating a random "barbaric" practice (that doesn't even make any sense) to assign to indigenous people for shock value would be quite a choice for a show that punishes its characters for believing such lies (DON'T YOU KNOW THEY KILL CHILDREN EDWARD. CAN YOU IMAGINE. WHOMST COULD EVER DO SUCH A THING—), so I have to believe something more is going on here. What that something is, I'm not knowledgeable enough to say.

But I know it must be something. Because the following is an excerpt from an oral history series published by Nunavut Arctic College, Inuit Perspectives on the 20th Century:

In this chapter, the elders talk about shamanism and how one could become an angakkuq. In most cases, angakkuit did their own recruitment, identifying interesting potential candidates and offering to turn them into angakkuit (the person was always free to decline), [...]. The selected candidate would start to see their tuurngaq. In some rituals, the person becoming angakkuq was stabbed (they would not bleed) or shot (their tuurngaq would intercept the bullet).

Might the fact that the tuurngaq in The Terror failed to protect Silna's father in the first place (and failed to protect the Inuit family later as well, in both cases only attacking after the damage had already been done) imply something in itself? Plus the fact that Silna is very clearly not free to decline becoming an angakkuq...... plus the fact that her people banish her, yet allow Crozier to stay, another needlessly cruel and impractical act, just like the tongue-cutting...... It all feels like a deliberate statement. What that statement is would be the task of someone smarter than me to decipher.

[alectoperdita]

the inability to follow hashtags kills the usability of bluesky entirely