#i found the box for the dvd player but NOT the ACTUAL dvd player!!!!!

[emotionalsupportdman]

listening to the one last stop audiobook while i tear apart my room looking for my portable dvd player while i pack for the long weekend

[anneisalwaysangry]

don't tell my mom but I bought a DVD box set from Walmart

[hyperballart]

taking aphrodisiacs with patrick as a joke…

being at his place and both of you being bored out of your minds. you’ve been hanging out with him for a couple months since he came up to you one day after class asking for notes. now youre on his couch half listening to a movie he put on the dvd player while eating the remnants of the pizza you ordered. you turn to him, “i need something sweet, got anything here?” he murmurs something about you looking through his pantry and you get up, dusting off small crumbs of bread from your skirt. as you’re rummaging through all the junk stored in there, you miraculously spot a bag of kit kats on the top shelf. you’re about to call patrick to help you reach for it when a sudden tug of your fingers is enough to bring it to the floor. you curse and pick it up but next to the bag you find a few chocolate bars from a brand you’ve never heard of.

you pick them up and examine the black packaging with gold detailing and read the contents in the back. you come to the realization that you’ve found your friend’s stash of sex chocolate edibles. you hold them behind your back and walk in front of him with a shit-eating grin. he looks up to you annoyed, “what? do you mind? you’re blocking the tv.” you pull out the boxes and giggle, “why do you have these?”

you see him slightly blushing and stutter something out about them actually belonging to his roommate and telling you to put them back. you don’t listen, instead suggest something that you’ll probably regret later.

you don’t know why or how exactly everything came to be, but now youre both giggling and surrounded by all four empty chocolate boxes on the couch. it’s been about forty minutes and you feel a bit airy, patrick no doubt does as well. the previously neglected movie suddenly becoming hilarious as you’re both fighting tears and holding your stomachs. you come to the realization that you haven’t yet checked how legitimate those treats were so you ask your friend, “how are you? like, do you feel anything? i’m not sure these did their job.” he turns to you as his laughing dies down, “god i’m so fucking hard right now,” he leans his had back and keeps eye contact and brings a hand down to cup himself through his sweats, “it’s been like this for a bit—mm fuck,” your eyes are growing lidded and your starting to notice the effect on you as well.

for about thirty seconds, you look between his face and where his hand is softly petting his dick through his clothes, his mouth parts a bit and he’s quietly panting when he reaches down and squeezes his tip. he notices how unusual it is and quickly mutters a sorry, i’m a little high before picking his hand back up but you stop him. your own palm reaches out to touch him and he’s dragging it under his sweats and letting out a shaky sigh when you touch him bare. he’s hard, harder than you’ve ever felt a man and you almost feel bad. how long has he been like this? you pull him out and he fucking moans in your ear, his tip is steadily leaking and he won’t stop throbbing. “oh my god, yeah—touch me please”

you don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, you let him know this and hes quickly begging you to sink down on his cock—“c’mon baby, sit on it,” he roughly handles you to straddle him, “cum on me, i need it” your panties are still on but you’ve soaked right through them, they’re basically transparent and the feel of patrick desperately humping your cunt through them is enough to bring you to an orgasm within a minute. “oh holy fuck, yeah—“ patrick is shaking under you, he’s trying to push you down harder on him and he looks like he’s about to cry.

you don’t even need to hold him, he’s hard as steel, but you do anyway. you press him at your entrance through your panties and he squirms, pushing his hips further so they poke at your covered entrance, wanting to get inside you. both of your eyes roll back at the sensation, and you’re starting to drool. you keep going until he groans a shit, i’m coming on you and you decide you need more.

he’s coming back slowly, and you’re lifting up your skirt to reveal where you’re both connected. he glances down and the sight is enough to be engraved in his brain forever, he’ll jerk off to this memory until he fucking dies. your white cotton panties are soaked and soiled, they cling to your pussy and outline your lips in a way that makes patrick twitch under you. his cum is still dripping from your pussy and your thighs keep twitching, he can’t wait anymore.

he groans—almost angrily—and in one moment, he has your panties pulled to the side and pushes up into you in a single thrust. both of you release disgustingly obscene sounds at the relief and there’s no time before you’re fucking each other like rabbits. he’s in your ear, “you’re getting everything wet, messy fucking girl,” he moans when you clench down on him hard, “that’s it, milk this fucking cock, i’m gonna come in you—that’s what you want.” he doesn’t phrase it as a question, he knows you do.

after a couple minutes he’s doing just that, and you follow right after. even as you’re spent, laid down next to him, you still ache and he’s still hard. you don’t even wait until his cum stops dripping out of you until you’re going at it again. and again, and again.

art is gonna be pissed when he comes home and sees you two got into his stash.

[carmsgarms]

just wanna hug you for the jkr post bc my former friends made me feel insane for not validating their continued engagement 💜

Bestie listen youve unzipped me and im about to go off. Harry Potter was my entire life until she literally couldn't shut the fuck up about trans women being perverts and infiltrators. I was a lonely neurodivergent weirdo and Harry Potter brought me solace as a kid. I read each of the books at least 7 or 8 times, that shit is INGRAINED in my brain. One of my best friends of 10+ years is my friend today because the first thing we bonded over was seeing the last HP movie. I used to be deadset on my 2nd tattoo being my pottermore wand with my hogwarts house. I wanted a fucking HP-themed wedding. The first funko pops I bought were Harry Potter ones. My first serious boyfriend told me he wanted to propose to me in front of Hogwarts castle (this was something he said to guilt trip me when i dumped his ass) ((also thank the gods that never happened he was a shithead and so is jkr)). My mom for some godforsaken reason let me help her name my youngest brother when he was born because she couldn't think of a name and my 10yo ass fuckikg picked DANIEL because of Daniel Radcliffe. I was in DEEP.

And you know what? Aside from the books I camped out to buy on release day and the DVDs that are crammed in a box somewhere in a storage unit, I have gotten rid of every single Harry potter thing I owned because I grew the fuck up and found better things to like. Sure I'll watch the DVDs again every few years to feel the nostalgia again because a good chunk of the cast are great people (we fucking stan Dan Radcliffe and David Tennant in this house ) but I'm not giving jkr another cent of my money or an inkling of my time beyond that.

You are so valid and you are allowed to be upset if your friends continue to engage with Harry potter content.

Anyone who days "uwu my nostalgia" ask them if they still sleep with their fucking baby blanket too.

My former boss wouldn't shut the fuck up about the new video game when it came out. At least once a week he'd ask me if I'd played it yet and every single time I would tell him "I'm not engaging with that franchise anymore. JKR uses money to fund anti-trans legislation." And he'd always spout some bullshit about nostalgia or "but it's SO good" or "yeah I just try to separate the art from the artist / oh but the devs who worked hard on the game! / but playing the game doesn't actually support her! (yes the fuck it does if the game does well it boosts her platform)"

And especially now that my wife has come out, I'm extra ready to fight the next grown person who tells me they ~separate the art from the artist~ like fuck off. There are better things to spend your time and energy on. I hope everything JKR makes flops hard. Everything shes done since the last movie has been a disgusting cash-grab and none of it is even good. I'm beyond thrilled that BG3 has had a wild runaway success and a longer-lasting player base than the fucking game she put out. Nothing has ever disappointed me more than JKR being the way that she is.

Oh but the lore and world building? The ability to make your own character in such a fun and magical immersion world?bDnd has better lore than Harry potter ever did and the lore adds up and makes sense. If you look at her shit beyond the surface level she is actually fucking TERRIBLE at world building especially when she tries to do it without being a fucking racist ((does anyone remember when early drafts for the American magic schools that were using Native American imagery and it was all REALLY FUCKING OFFENSIVe and let's also not forget "no-maj" being the least fucking creative thing she ever came up with)

"But my hogwarts house" PLEASE choose a better Personality.

I have more nostalgia for Avatar the Last Airbender these days since i got into that when it first started airing when i was 12 (and look if you're really into the fuckin houses as your Personality you can get that with ATLA! Water tribe forever bitches)

"But the characters!!!" Please. There are better characters ALL AROUND YOU. pick up a fucking comic book. Yknow Superman actually has a similar structure, he's got the nerdy Normal friend and the love interest and it's a goddamn shame none of the movies include his bestie Jimmy because he's just as important as Lois Lane is.

"But all the strong female characters!" It is 2024 please I beg you to find other female role models (I will again point to Avatar the Last Airbender and Literally Any Comic Book Featuring A Woman. Captain Marvel is actually really good. Battlestar Galactica is also chock full of strong female characters and that came out in the early 2000s!)

Bestie i genuinely feel bad for all the fucking white people who can ignore all the bullshit JKR has done and said and all those sad saltine cracker flavor type people whose entire personalities are Watching The Office and Enjoying Harry Potter And Star Wars. Grow up. Move On.

If it's that important to you (and i mean the general you here not you specifically), please do what I did and Marie Kondo that part of your life. You don't need to hold onto the safety blankie you had as a child. You don't have to hold onto the pair of shoes that got you through high school and are out of fashion and falling apart. You give it a sendoff. Say "thanks for getting me through that part of my life but I'm moving on" and you move the fuck on.

I did something really sappy for my 30th birthday - I said goodbye to the franchise. I mourned what could have been. I went to Universal studios ((also bc Simpsons land and fast and furious ride and ET and a bunch of other stuff are there)) but I stopped into Harry potter world to do everything once and say goodbye to that part of my life since it was something I had wanted to do for most of my youth, and my friend who i became friends with because of harry potter was there with me. We drank the fucking pumpkin juice, had breakfast at the three broomsticks, appreciated all the little easter eggs around hp world, rode the hagrid ride, and ate a chocolate frog I wore my trans rights shirt and dressed gay as hell, my friend is trans so he just ~existed blissfully~ . I think every Harry potter fan needs to acknowledge that the franchise was good for them in the 90s, mourn that part of their life, and move on.

Bonus: me being Gay as Fuck in front of the castle. I hope JKR fucking rots and fades into obscurity and people come to realize she's worse than HP Lovecraft.

[skhardwarevers1]

Okay I know I just went over this earlier and a did make a tutorial on TikTok but I feel like saying it here,

burning CDS is easy as FUCK

Or, a little explanation on how I make custom CDs

disclaimer: I use windows so if you use anything else I’m so sorry

I’ll add pictures to go along with this later!!!

things you absolutely NEED

a computer/laptop

(If said computer/laptop doesn’t have a built in disc drive) an external disc drive (there are pretty good ones for like 20-25 dollars!!)

CDs/DVDs obviously (either R or RW, the only difference is that you can rewrite RW CDs and DVDs)

also! DVDs obviously hold picture and video as well as audio, so do what you want with those

Technically step one

if you thrifted CDs like I did, or found really old ones in a box in your home somewhere, MAKE SURE THEY ARE EMPTY!!! If you want to keep the stuff on them, there’s an option to rip them in windows media player legacy (which is what I use to burn them as well)

then to erase it, open file explorer, click on the CD/DVD in your disc drive, click the three dots on the toolbar and select “Erase this disc” (this usually doesn’t take too long)

Actual Step One

if you want to make a mixtape, make a Spotify playlist of all the songs you want and copy the link to it (or any other platform, I just find it easier to make a Spotify playlist because I can download it), if you’re just doing an album then get the link of that album instead (make sure both of them can actually fit on the CD you have! Mine can hold like…74 minutes of music)

then use this handy little Spotify downloader to download a zip file of all the songs (sometimes it messes up and will exclude some, make sure to double check they’re all in there…if not you can download them individually too)

Step Two

in your files, open up the zip file of all the music, select them all, and copy them to music (there’s a whole section for it that media player uses, trust me you’ll see it)

then open windows media player legacy and double check it’s in there—usually it’s gathered by artist

step two and a half

Okay so most of the time I go to organize -> settings -> privacy -> and uncheck all the top boxes. You don’t have to, I just do that…idk why I just have.

Step Three (the easy part)

first make sure the CD is set as an audio CD (and also that it’s actually in the disc drive), and click the burn tab

drag all the songs you want on the CD into the burn list, and reorder them however you’d like! There are options to shuffle them and organize them specific ways if you’d like. Once you have everything all set you can click start burn and all you have to do is wait! It’ll eject once it’s done

Step 4 (optional)

If you have a jewel case, you can print or draw your own custom covers and backs!!!! You can also draw on CDs with a sharpie marker if you’d like. Just remember that slim cases have different sizing than standard cases. There’s also stickers for CDs that cover the fronts of them(? Or so I’ve been told…)

Step 5

make sure the CD actually works, try playing it on a different device if you can, and enjoy!!!

Step “what if I don’t have a CD player?”

well I’m gonna tell you you probably do and just don’t know it! do you have a DVD player laying around your house? That’s a CD player! do you have an old ass computer that would suck with burning the CDs itself but still has a disc drive an everything? That’s a CD Player!

do you have a shitty old karaoke machine? Chances are it has a spot for CDs! THATS A CD PLAYER!

Of course you can get a new one if none of these are functional devices for you or you just don’t have them, but I just wanted to point out that a lot of things can be used to play CDs

or you can help me bring back Walkmans and discmans….if you’re listening to music on the go…./silly

Also! Some cars have spots to play CDs in them!! Your CD doesn’t have to be limited to your home!!!

also also, I’m 70% sure that a lot of game consoles can play DVDs but not CDs. Saying thing incase the information is valuable for someone who wants to watch a good movie on DVD or something….

[tea-stained-notes]

Steve Rogers x OFC - Waiting On a Miracle, Chapter 5

After catching an infamous serial killer in the act, Julie Castillo is in line for the witness protection program. She is sent to a temporary safe house with U.S. Marshal Steve Rogers to protect her. Both of them scarred by trauma and tragedy, they find solace in each other. But how far will they dare to go?

A shorter one, but at least you're getting an update in record time :D Also, I finally got around to making a tag list for this - if you'd like to be added or removed, please let me know!

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4

Series warnings: violence, death, angst, trauma, smut

Chapter warnings: anxiety, trauma

Chapter word count: ~1600

Song(s) referenced: Waving Through a Window (Dear Evan Hansen) Santa Fe (Newsies), Where Did the Rock Go (School of Rock), Empty Chairs At Empty Tables (Les Misérables)

Tag List: @multifanworld @peguem-o-pombo-agora @cvanstagram @yslvtre @wandasrogers @littleredone88 @before-we-get-started @sophham @missaprilt23 @chrissusmissus @dvmb-whxre @daddydraco0 @quicksilversthings @thechoosenonecreator @rosellia-hudsons @lokirogersgirl @333vadubios

A couple of days later Natasha came by with a DVD player and a stack of movies. “I got about half of your list — even that should keep your busy for weeks,” she greeted us, then turned to Steve. “Never pegged you as a Disney guy, Rogers.” “Glad our relationship still retains some mystery,” he shot back with an easy grin. Natasha’s eyes widened infinitesimally, her gaze flickering between the two of us. “What have you done to him? I’ve never seen this man so chill in my life.” I chuckled awkwardly, heat rising in my cheeks. “Well, ya know how it is. Give a man a cute cottage and some books and suddenly his inner snappy Belle breaks out.” She stared at me for a moment, then burst into roaring laughter. “I like this one,” she said to Steve as she shouldered him out of the way to carry in our things. Our eyes met and I found a strange expression behind his amusement. “Yeah, me too,” he mumbled so softly I feared I had imagined it. Then Natasha dropped her big box onto the kitchen counter, breaking the spell.

“Other than this treasure trove of entertainment I’m also bringing some good news.” “And what’s that?” Steve asked, closing the door before gently guiding me towards his colleague. My skin caught on fire where his hand grazed the small of my back and I tried to ignore his comforting scent around me. A rather impossible task. “Okamoto called. They actually got some good leads on Parker. If all goes well, you’ve only got a few days left here.” “Oh,” I whispered. “Wow.” “Yeah, exciting stuff. I’m sure that’ll be a massive load off your shoulders.” “Definitely.” What I couldn’t tell her was that if that load was finally lifted, another heavy one would settle in its place. My old life seemed light years away and without Steve I wasn’t sure it would ever feel like home again. “So you might wanna get cracking on your little cinema experience soon.” She winked at us. “I put some popcorn in there as well.” “Thanks, Nat,” Steve said, his voice a little rough around the edges. “You’re the best.” “And don’t I know it.” She snatched one of the cookies we had made, then sauntered back towards the door. “Be good, kids. I’ll let you know if there’s any new developments.”

A long moment of silence followed her departure. Thoughts whirled around my brain at a million miles per second. I tried to convince myself that these were indeed good news. That with Parker safely behind bars I might finally be able to sleep through the night again. That I would soon see my friends, go back to work and… And what? With some distance I felt nothing but stuck in a life that wasn’t really leading anywhere. Talking about my past with Steve had brought up things I hadn’t allowed myself to fully feel in a very long time. I had been pushing them down for so long without realising how their leaden weight had held me in the same place for years. “How are you feeling?” I flinched, then slowly looked up at Steve. He was close, studying me with concern. “Strange. Relieved, I guess. But I…” My lip began to quiver. “I’m not sure if… if I can just go back.” “Yeah. I understand.” And when his eyes sank into mine I felt that he actually did. After all these hours together he could read me better than I was able to. I blinked away tears, gluing my gaze to the floorboards. “Would you like to talk about it?” “I don’t think so. Not now.” “Okay.” Out of habit I once more glanced at the piano. The strange object that was both siren and anchor in this room, calling out to me with the same force as the old piano in my house once had. I could almost see my younger self on that stool, my mom by my side, both of us smiling while treading the familiar path of a duet. “May I play something?” I surprised myself with the question spilling from my lips before the thought had even fully formed. I felt more than saw Steve nod, apparently too stunned to reply. A strange itch consumed me from the inside out, born of frustration and restlessness, of panic and longing. I didn’t know what I wanted to play, only that I needed to play, to sing, anything to release this painful tension. With newfound purpose I marched over to the piano, snapped it open and began to play before I had even fully sat down. Song after song poured out of me and I had never been so thankful for all the composers and lyricists who had labored to condense these emotions I could barely name into timeless ballads. Waving Through a Window turned into Santa Fe, then into Where Did the Rock Go. By the time I finally had to take a breath and stretch out my shaking fingers, I felt lighter, almost floating.

Steve had sat down on the sofa, watching me with a certain kind of wonder when I dared to turn to him. “Sorry about th—“ “No. Absolutely not. Don’t apologize.” He inhaled deeply, then gave me the softest of smiles. “That was incredible.” I blushed, my hands a tangled mess in my lap. “And it seemed very cathartic.” “Yeah. It really was.” I shrugged. “That’s one of the many reasons I’ve always loved musicals. There’s a song for every emotion, every situation. It’s not just the same tired pop songs you’ve heard a thousand times in a thousand variations. Theatre songs tell stories, real stories. Even mine.” Steve nodded thoughtfully. “I used to like that, too.” “But you’d forgotten.” “Somehow yes.” “I think I kind of had as well. Until that… outburst on our first day here. I used to do that all the time, just express whatever I was feeling through a specific song.” “People always find it weird when characters in a film or on stage do that but honestly, maybe we’d be a better society if everyone could just let out their feelings through song every now and then.” We both grinned. Steve sat back in the sofa, his legs casually pulled up beneath him. I once more marveled at the domesticity of our strange arrangement. “Would you mind doing a few more songs?” “Really?” “Only if you want to.” I was stunned to find that I did in fact want to. As if a dam had broken inside, letting something to flow through me that I hadn’t felt in ages. I nodded fervently. “Okay, you seem to really like ballads. So what's the saddest song from a musical?” “Wow, going right where it hurts, huh?” I blew out some air, contemplating for a few seconds. “There's so many good ones. And obviously the ones you relate to most hit the hardest. But a classic would be Empty Chairs at Empty Tables from Les Mis.” “What's that one about?” Steve smirked. “A failing restaurant?” “Not quite. Wait, let's see if I can still play it.” I sat down at the piano and ran my fingers over the keys, closing my eyes as I tried to recall the notes.

“There's a grief that can't be spoken,” I began softly. “There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables. Now my friends are dead and gone… Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the flame. Here they sang about tomorrow and tomorrow never came.” I slowly increased the volume in both my voice and the piano, getting lost in the piece. “From the table in the corner they could see a world reborn. And they rose with voices ringing and I can hear them now. The very words that they had sung became their last communion on this lonely barricade at dawn. Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me that I live and you are gone. There's a grief that can't be spoken, there's a pain goes on and on. Phantom faces at the window, phantom shadows on the floor. Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will meet no more. Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me what your sacrifice was for. Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will sing no more…” I let the last note ring out for a long moment, revelling in the ballad’s echo. And then I heard it. Broken sobs. I spun around, my gaze flying to Steve. His cheeks glistened with tears, teeth buried in his bottom lip to stifle the violent noises almost breaking through. “Hey, hey…” I whispered in shock. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—” A breath later I found myself kneeling in front of him, my hands gently holding his clammy, trembling ones. “Steve, I'm so sorry.” He shook his head and took a shuddering breath, falling back into the couch. I moved to sit beside him, trying to keep some distance but he never let go of my hands. We sat like that for a long time, our knees pressed together, while Steve slowly calmed himself. My thumbs kept caressing his knuckles, as naturally as breathing. “You were right, it hits much harder when you relate to it,” he eventually said, voice raspy from crying. I glanced up at his bloodshot eyes. “Will you tell me about it?”

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MASTERLIST

[elvenxwarrior]

My Normie (Part One) - Leviathan

Masterlist

You can also find this posted on my AO3!

Part Two

Leviathan had only seen '[Name]' a few times over her stay in the Devildom. She never seemed to talk unless it was to Diavolo or Lucifer regarding important business and was very quiet in class but attentive.

But in the few times of seeing her, Leviathan thought she was beautiful.

"Probably a normie though..." He'd always think to himself.

Little did he know, that wasn't the case.

If he had ever stopped by to visit her room, he'd find a large Sucre Frenzy poster on her wall beside her desk and several Ruri-chan figures neatly littering the shelves where she kept her manga volumes and anime box sets. Assassination Classroom manga took up a whole shelf in her small bookcase whilst a second shelf was dedicated to her games and smaller, handheld consoles. As a centrepiece to the games shelf, a copy of Diabolik Lovers stood proud with a PlayStation Portable™ laid in front of it.

[Name] would usually be found in her room, either wearing her headphones to listen to anime openings and game soundtracks while reading or studying. Sometimes she'd be at her desk gaming; almost always in her oversized Ruri-chan hoodie.

Truth be told? [Name] felt the same way about the Envious Third-Born. As soon as she heard him talking about TSL and how he seemingly had an eidetic memory for it all, she was astounded.

She tapped her pen to her lips, deep in thought, "Would he want to meet me if anime was involved?"

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[Name] Hey, Levi. Leviathan Hey [Name]. [Name] I got the new collectors edition of TSL, wanna come watch? Leviathan YOU WHAT? OMW NOW

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No more than 15 minutes passed before there was a knock at your door.

"Come in!" You yelled, unable to tear yourself from writing your game's cheat-sheet and studying simultaneously.

"You said you had the New TSL Collector’s Editio-..."

Leviathan's words had gotten caught in his throat upon seeing your room.

'This is almost everything I like too...'

You saved and quit your game, sliding your cheat-sheet into a folder beside your monitor, "I do indeeeEEEEED."

You suddenly felt flustered, it only took you turning around and seeing who was in your room to lose your confidence. You hadn't seen his text saying he was coming!

"[N-Name], are you okay?" He asked at your sudden shock and the strange way you had given your response.

"I, uh... I didn't think you'd actually come..." Your voice trailed off quietly, a red hue taking over your face.

"You have the new Collector's Edition of TSL, of course I'm going to come! It's got deleted scenes and behind the scenes with animations, interviews with the English and Japanese voice actors, bloopers-"

Leviathan proceeded to rattle off all of the different features that this version had, evidently excited.

When he finally stopped, you gestured to your TV and games console, (gotta love how they double-up as DVD players!) "So... shall we?"

Levi nodded enthusiastically, following you to plonk down on the floor with all your pillows and blankets.

When you had turned around after putting the disc in, he saw your pastel pink hoodie was a Ruri-chan hoodie.

"WOAH- Where did you get that hoodie?!"

You looked down, pulling the oversized fabric out to look down at the design, "Uh... it was from an event-based prize draw; it was the 4th place prize, I think?"

"You made it into The Top 5?! Impressive! I was Number 1!"

It seemed the more you and the Envious Third Born would nerd out, the less shy you became and the less awkward the atmosphere was. You were both talking about TSL as each scene went along, discussing the plot, the characters alongside various other aspects.

You were sitting very close.

It wasn't until you were practically leaning your chest on his shoulder that you both realised how close you actually were. Clearing your throat you turned to sit normally.

"Uh... [Name]. You can... lean on me like that... if you want. It was... kinda comfy." Leviathan stuttered out, awkwardly pausing to think about his phrasing.

"Uh... sure!" You went back to lean on him and tried not to squeal. When he puts his arm around you, you let a small squeak slip out.

He hit the pause button on the controller, turning to you slightly, "Are... you okay?"

You nodded, unsure of what- no, unsure of how to say how you were feeling.

'Yeah Levi, I'm completely fine! Just trying not to die like a fangirl meeting her boyband crush at the fact you put your arm around and cuddled me. I'm in love with you!'

Leviathan leaned in slightly, staring intently into your eyes, "[Name]..."

"Le... Levi..."

You both felt like an anime protagonist reaching the peak of the plot where they finally confess to their love interest. Lord, how much more cliche can this night get?!

"[Name], can I..."

You tilted your head, "Can you...?"

You could feel your heart beating heavily against your chest; Levi could probably feel it. You moved forward, bringing your face closer to his, the brightness of the TV screen being your only light in the room.

"Kiss you?" / "Kiss me?"

A gasp escaped you both, before happily kissing him; the excitement of the situation caused you to knock him over, he was now leaning back on his forearms with a hand threaded into your hair and you on top of him.

You parted from the kiss, giggling sheepishly and pulled him back upright. "Sorry about that..."

"I-It's fine!" Levi was extremely flustered, "It was nice!"

There was an awkward silence...

"[Name]?" / "Levi?"

"You go first." / "You first."

You both laughed, "Count of three?" He nodded.

"One...

Two...

Three..."

"I like you!" Was the simultaneous statement. You pressed your head to his chest, smiling ear to ear.

"But... I thought you thought I was a normie?"

"Yeah, but [Name]... you're my normie."

[pevensiechase]

∞ for the song lyric!!!

Hi, Evie!

Answer to this ask:

put a "∞" in my ask box and I'll shuffle my music player and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up.

Song: Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

Goshhhh. This is so hard. The first time I heard this song was in a preview for a Winnie The Pooh movie from a childhood DVD, back when DVDs still did previews. I never found the actual song until years later, so this whole song just radiates nostalgia.

Okay, okay...favorite lyrics.

It's a toss-up between

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on So, tell me when you're gonna let me in I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin

and

Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

The first one because it's so relatable as I continue to age. The second one because of the key change.

This whole song is just so melancholy.

Thanks for the ask! Have a great day!

[izzieallstar]

Sans fanfic, smut, romance, love, rough.

Don't copy text. Warning, slapping, rough sex. FEMALE READER, Name of reader is serria.

WORDS - 3350

This fanfiction is also posted onto my A03 if you'd like to check it out there, where i post its updates.

Sierra headed over to Sans place, to finally spend the night with him, they hadn't hung out for a while and she didn’t want them to grow apart.  She knocks twice with her knuckle on the chipped wooden door. “Guess who it is.” She spoke through the crack in the door, smiling, her lungs filling with air. 

“The boogeyman?” He said in a sarcastic, dramatic tone.

 The door swung open, Sans's grinny smile was wider than usual, His cheekbones sticking out. 

Sans moved to the side, letting her in, as she walked by he took a second to notice the way she looked, her curly brown hair falling down her shoulders, her glasses slipping down her tanned nose, and her flushed pink cheeks. 

As she walked in, the house smelled of rose with a tang of moldy wood, the lounge sitting with fluffy blankets folded neatly, a few pillows alongside them, the coffee table covered in snacks, from sweet lollies to savory potato chips. As she looks around she places her bags by the lounge, telling herself she’ll sort it out later, feeling a deep pit in her stomach as she turns around, seeing sans by the tv cabinet, holding a cardboard box of discs in his arms. 

“I know, I know, we have to use discs tonight, I’m sorry” placing them down by the DVD player. 

He smiles, walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her, she hugs him back, they take in the smell of each other, he feels her heartbeat as their chest sits  against each other, taking a break from the world around them and just being in each other's presence. Sierra knew something had changed over the time they spent apart, something just wasn't the same as it used to be, not that it was bad, it just felt like there was more than they were telling each other.

“It feels like it's been forever” he says as his head rests on her shoulder.the smell of her freshly washed hair, filling his nose. They let go of eachother, letting their arms swing by their sides. He laughs, looking down at his feet. 

“So what should we do? I've got movies, snacks, and even some games, and yes they are board games. It sounds silly, I know.” 

“It's not silly. It sounds like you were just excited for me to come over” she replies. 

“So maybe I was,” he smiles, walking back to the box of discs. 

“What do you wanna watch?”  

“I'm not sure, what do you have in there?” She replies

Clicking and clacking the sounds his hand makes, digging into the box, picking up a case but rolling his eyes and mumbling then dropping it back in. dust flying from old disc cases.

“A lot of these movies are all old”

“I bought a movie of my own, actually”

I quickly walk back to my bags, shuffling through the mix of clothes. 

“Taadaa, i found it” she raises her hand in the air, tightly grasping the case , putting her lips together and curving them into a toothy smile. 

The movie she's holding in her hands is the classic, dirty dancing.

“You think I'm not gonna watch it?” He says

“You don't know how much i love chick flicks, put that shit on” 

She laughs, moving herself to the dvd player. He's setting up the pillows and blanket for them to lay down. He taps her side of the lounge, she listens, placing herself down into the leather recliner. Pressing the button on the side, pulling the leg up, to stretch out her legs. 

As the beginning scene starts, they settle into the lounge before them, cuddling up to the blankets. Sans grabs a bag of potato chips, placing them on his lap, tearing open the plastic. 

Sierra helps herself to the bag reaching down into his lap, his hips bucking up in return. He feels disgusted in himself, their friends, nothing more. Can he not control himself? The thoughts he has about her swirling in his skull, he shakes his head trying to focus back on the screen in front of him.  His dick hardened as her hands kept going down near his lap, every now and then her hand slipped placing right on his inner thigh.

A sick feeling brews in his stomach, it feels wrong to think this about her. To think such vulgar explicit thoughts, images, scenarios. His heart thumping in his chest, hearing the pulse in his ears. Closing his eyes in disgust. Get over yourself. He thinks to himself. Hands beginning to sweat, he closes them into two tight fists, rubbing his index finger along the inside of the thumb, trying to soothe himself. He looks to his side, checking to see whether she has noticed anything. She hasn't... A wave of relief flushes through him, his heart calming, his breathing slowing down, relaxing his muscles.

“How about I make us some popcorn?” he looks over. 

She hums in reply, agreeing to his question. He moves the bag of chips over to her, moving himself up, taking himself into the kitchen, placing the popcorn packet into the microwave. He leans his back against the marble counter, listening to each pop of the kernel. He waits, the pops getting closer and closer together. The thoughts of sierra flashing back in his head, each pop sends another thought of her running into his head,  Pop  the thought of her wrapping her lips around him,  pop her tongue swirling around his tip, saliva dripping down her chin, her hands holding him, moving them along the vein of his cock, stroking him, sending twitches throughout his body, her hips grinding on him, her mouth agape with each moan, the feeling of her skin against his. 

 A burning smell floods the room, he snaps back to reality. Quickly turning around, he opened the microwave door, smoke and ash coming from inside of it. He grabs a tea towel from the draw beside him. grabbing the burnt popcorn packet, chucking into the bin.

“You're an idiot, ” she yells from the other room, laughing along with each word. 

He opens a window to let the kitchen air out. Sitting back down  next to her.

“Stop hogging the blankets” 

Tearing one from her. 

“Look, look! It's the best part” 

The crowd handing her down to the floor, baby runs to Johnny, he takes her in his arms lifting her in the air, her pale pink dress shining from the dozen chandeliers.  Her arms spread like a bird's wing, taking in the thrill of being the climax of their final dance. 

“Don't you just swoon over that?” 

“Sure.” 

“What? Come on, you can't tell me that wasn't amazing.” 

“It was good, yes. Happy?” 

“You just don't get it. Its cinematic history.”  her hands making explosion gestures 

An unwavering silence filled room, replacing the air. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom” Sierra spoke up, cutting the awkward air.  

She left in a swift movement, escaping the tension between them. Sans sat there, still his thoughts pounding with the vision of her body. He rests his hands on his boney thighs, swiping the sweat from his palms. 

He takes a second to breathe sitting by himself on the lounge, he lays his back against the couch, rubbing his skull. He takes himself up, walking over to the bathroom, knocking on the door. 

“Are you okay in there?”

“I’ll be out in a minute” 

“Okay, i'll be here” 

He kneels down against the bathroom door. Waiting silently, picking at the dead skin around  his nails. He patiently waits, darting his eyes around the surrounding area, tapping his fingers on his knees, bobbing his feet around in his loose shoes. He sighs, relaxing himself against the door, letting his arms down his side, his legs stretching out on the ground. Closing his eyes, letting his head rest on the door. 

– 

A banging bounces through his eardrum, startling him, hopping onto his feet. He looks up, seeing Sierra standing in the door, laughing her ass off, her hands slapping the doorframe and her thigh.  

“I cant - breathe” her eyes swelling up with tears, she falls to the ground laughing, her hands and knees against the wooden floor.  Tears fall down her cheeks, clear droplets landing down on the wooden floor.

“Oh, is it funny? Huh?”  standing there embarrassed he crosses his arms. 

She gets up, feeling the tone of his voice change, standing on her two feet, she looks back at him. His eyes are staring into her, pupils dilated, eyebrows furrowed and thick. 

“You look good when you’re on knees”  

“What?” 

“You think I didn't hear those little muffled moans in there? Trying to keep down the noise of you pleasuring yourself?”

“What? What are you saying?”  Sierra took a step back, she was shocked by what she was hearing. Her hands began to sweat, her breathing hitching up with every look back he gave her.

A familiar heat began to boil below her belt, tingles being sent down her thighs, a wet slick formed in her panties, soaking through the thin layer of cotton and polyester. 

“I'm saying, I know what you were doing.” He began to walk closer to her, one forceful step after the other. 

“Tell me now, were you doing what I suspected?” 

She looked down, humiliated. She shook her head up and down. Her heart was pounding against her chest

He moves his finger to her chin, bringing her head up to look at him. 

“I want to hear you say it”

Her eyes raced about the room, trying to find a way out; the twisting and turning in her stomach wouldn't stop, going around like a carousel, one ride after another.

"Yes," she responded while closing her eyes. 

 "That's all I was hoping for hear" 

She's still for a second, taking in the sensation of his lips pressing on hers. Their lips move in harmony, his tongue gliding around her mouth, tasting her. His hands grip her waist and pull her in, one hand dropping down and grabbing her ass and pulling her body onto his. 

“What are we doing?” she says against his mouth

"Fuck whatever we had been, I need you," he responds, quickly returning to her lips with his, salvia decorating their lips. Her hand slipped to the back of his head, pushing his mouth against hers. Putting his soft hair between her fingers. She rubs her thighs together in an effort to give the friction she craves. 

He spotted her doing, taking one of her hands, moving it to her waistband, and going underneath her pants with her underwear.

“You want this?”

“Yes” she replies, coming out in sharp short breaths.

His hands dips down her panties, finding her already soaked clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in circles. 

In response to his hands touching her, her body rocks back.  Her thighs twitch, forcing him to go rougher and faster against her clitors . She bites her lip, and beads of blood fall down her lips, tingling her tongue with the irony of blood. He moves his lips around her neck, covering each spot of her neck in a heated saliva residue, she pulls on his hair and pushes his head into her neck, feeling more of his lips against her.  Her breathy whines reach his ear, hardening his cock at the sound. The scorching heat of her arousal expands through her stomach, into her lower abdomen, and into her shaky limbs, her hips rock into his feeling his hard on against her, she feels the firmness of his dick pressing against her, she keeps pushing her inner thighs into him, getting a feel of his body. 

Sierra whispers into San's ear, "Let's go somewhere else."

He pulls away from her, grabbing her hand and leading her into his room, through the icy corridor, and into his room on the left side. 

His hands move down to her hips, pushing her body flat down on the bed, she arches her back, feeling the warmth of his hands laying on her thighs, he feels the hot flesh beneath him, moving his face down to her knees, kissing her gently on her knees, slowly moving his mouth up, dragging his lips along the inner part of her thighs, kissing the boiling skin underneath him, her hips rocking up, begging with her body, begging for the touch of him. He looks up into her eyes, her mouth agape, breathy moans escaping with each feel of his lips, her hands gripping onto his head, moving him further and further up until she abruptly stops just below her abdomen.

"You could have simply asked."

He moves his hands to the waistband of her shorts, carefully slipping them down, noticing the anticipation on her flushed face, her plump cheeks red with pleasure and simmering heat.

He brings her pants down to her calves, slipping them down off of her feet, he brings himself up to her mouth, kissing her soft lips, feeling the heat of her skin on his hands as they caress her rosy cheeks.

“Take me” she cries out

“Say it again”

“Take me, please” she whimpers like a poor little puppy, begging for it. For him. 

His mouth moves to the bare surface of her, kissing the prickly hairs and the soft skin, she squirms underneath him.

“Please” she begs 

He continues to tease her, kissing her inner thighs, hearing her breathing arise with each touch,, the heat becoming unbearable she brings her own hands down. He takes notice, grabbing her hands and bringing them above her head.

“What do you think you're doing?” 

“Well, you won’t touch me” 

Her pupils dilated with the exhilaration of his anger. She fights against his hands, ripping out of his lock. 

“No the fuck you don’t”

He turns her on her stomach pulling her ass into the air, her knees and elbows digging into the mattress.

 He brings his hand in the air, slapping down on her soft ass. A tingling running through the skin, her skin becoming red with each second that runs by. 

“Tell me, you won’t do that again, will you?” 

“Who thinks you can control me?”

Another slap against her burning body, a wildfire of heat and pain spreading around her body.

“Another awaits you if you wanna keep back talking” 

“Fuck you” she yells 

A vicious slap hits her ass once again, an agonizing pain rushing through her.

“Say, that, again.” 

“Fuck. You” 

His hand wraps around her throat, squeezing it. With each tightening, her airways closed.her vision began to swim as her mouth hung open.

“Have you learnt your lesson?” whispering in her ear.

“What are you gonna do if I haven't?” she struggles to speak, the pressure of his hands around her throat remaining the same. 

“You don't listen, do you?”

“Why should I listen to you?” 

“You'll regret it if you don't start soon” 

“I don’t think i will”

“Oh, You think that, do you?”

“I do, actually. You don't have what it takes”

“I don't?” 

“You don’t” she takes her time with each syllable. 

His hands began tightening on her throat, each tightening and squeeze blacking out her vision. He brings her throat up to his head pulling her body along the way. 

“Tell me, I don't have what it takes. Look at me when you say it.” 

She looks back at him, his eyes looking down at her bruised body. “You don’t” she attempts to say. 

His hand hits her face. . 

“Say it again.” 

“You. Don't” 

Her cheeks turn ruby red as she is slapped on the other cheek. A tiny bruise is starting to form. Her eyes filled, and each blink caused a tear to fall down her crimson colored face. She looks up at him with Doe eyes, her eyes appearing as glass, a clear gloss coating her amber coloured eyes. 

“Look at me just like that, baby”

He pushes her face down into the mattress, her muffled cries getting louder with each slap against her. Her brown curly hair turned into a mess, spread out onto the firm pillows. Her hands gripping the sheets each time his hands connect to her skin, slapping her tanned tender flesh. He grips her hips pulling them up and against his crotch, she can feel his hard on digging into her through his jeans.

“Beg for it”  He whispered into her ear.

“Please” She cried out. “Take me” 

Her hands go down and tug at his belt, she moves her body to face him, her legs underneath  her thighs as she sits on the bed, he stands close his hard on bulging against his black jeans. Her hands fumbled with his belt, unbucklinging the cold silver. She pulls his pants down past his thighs, then removing them completely and off of his feet. 

His black boxers showed the thick outline of his cock. She brings her hand to the waistband of his boxers freeing his dick from the tight fabric. His tip leaking precum, the vein of his cock popping, the black hairs around the bottom of his cock prickling up, the hairs slightly curled. She brings her hand to her mouth, spitting into her palm and bringing it back to his erect cock. She looked up at him, his eyes closed shut and his eyebrows curved, his mouth remaining agape as her slick hand moved along the length of him. He brings his hand to her head bringing her closer to his cock, she wraps her pretty plump lips around him. He pushes his hips forward, pushing himself deeper down her throat.  His cock throbbing in her mouth, filling her up. His hands move to her hair, wrapping it in his hands, pulling her on and off of him. 

“Fuck my pretty mouth” she looks up at him, tears welling in her eyes. Her mascara clumped on her lashes. 

He pushes her head down, she gags over the girth of his dick, and she gazes up at him. Her eyes were filled with pleasure and pain, as tears trickled down her cheeks. 

“You take me so well, my pretty girl”

The wet sounds of him fucking her mouth fill the room. Spit dripping down her chin and down her chest. His breathing gets heavier, his chest rising with each bob of her mouth. 

“Just like that, baby” he groans, his hips stuttering with each devour of his cock. 

Each swirl of her tongue around his sensitive tip had his cock twitching and throbbing, she could feel the size of him swell inside her, he slams the back of her throat repeatedly, tears running down her cheeks, her foundation rubbed off around her chin, with the wet slobbery of spit dripping down her face. Her hands gripping his thighs, her nails dipping into him, squeezing down on him.

“Keep going, I’m so fucking close” his hands wrap harder around her hair, the force of his hands becoming rougher, faster, harder. 

His hips pushed himself down her throat, slamming himself into her, giving her a chance to breathe. He moves quicker and quicker, he groans out, slumping himself over her and he shoots himself down her, cumming into her dripping mouth. 

He takes his cock from out of her mouth, she sits on her knees once again looking up, her mascara rubbed all over her face, her mouth red and dripping with a mixture of cum and spit. The mixture spills down her chest, dripping onto her thighs, slipping between them. She rubs the cum inbetween her thighs, feeling the warmth of him, she brings her finger down and pulls a string of his cum into her mouth. Tasting him along her tired tongue. 

“Look at you, my gorgeous girl. How do I taste?” he smiles, bringing his lips down to hers, kissing her swollen red lips. 

Her brown eyes bloodshot red, bruising forming on the soft cheeks of her rosy face. 

She brings herself to his ear, “I want you to stretch me out. Fuck me. Hard”  

[soupct123]

I saw a post the other day about “the Portal renaissance” basically about how new people consistently come into the fanbase due to Portal 2 going on sale on Steam every so often. That’s probably the actual explanation for a whole lotta people, but that wasn’t for me, and it got me thinking about my introduction to it. So I decided it would be fun for me to reflect on the story of how I discovered it, and then post about it because blebityblehbleh parasocial strangers’ approval blibbityblooblah

In 2017, Lego Dimensions sets started showing up at 99 cent stores. I was 15, and I still liked legos but I knew how expensive they were so I always looked for bargains. I really wanted the Jurassic World set, but I never found it. I still got quite a few, and one in particular sorta stuck with me.

The other sets all ended up used in miscellaneous ways for like brick built dinosaurs and transformers and stuff, but I decided to keep the cube and Chell built. Every so often I’d look at them, they lived on a shelf with my lego clone troopers, and I’d think “I should look up what those come from, it seems pretty cool” but because I was a dumb ass adhd teenager I never got around to it.

Then in 2020 I discovered RTgame’s YouTube channel through his Minecraft videos, he was my #1 fav channel for a few months, so I started working through his backlog. My favorite videos were the ones where he played with CallMeKevin, so I looked for those videos specifically and found out they played Portal 2, that thing that the lego things were from! So I watched it, and it looked fun and stuff, I liked the robots and the sci fi aesthetic, but through the screams of these Irish idiots I heard snippets of the most heavenly voice that ever graced my ears.

And something in my gay little brain just clicked and I just needed to hear her more.

Luckily, this video popped up in my recommendations thanks to raniel and kev, and it gave me fucking hives, and I became a GLaDOS junkie

I started eyeing the fandom from afar, but I very rarely ventured outside my niche, that being Portal 2 GLaDOS voice line compilations on YouTube. If I ever needed cheering up or had trouble sleeping I listened to her, I didn’t need any context because she was funny and had the most radiant beautiful voice I ever heard, and it stayed that way for a while.

I built a lego glabos late 2020 that I’ve consistently upgraded, but I’ve decided not to stray for 100% accuracy because I’m just not skilled enough.

That was it for like 2 years, I had the lego, I liked the GLaDOS voice, I was happy. Then in January 2022 I was looking for a Blu-ray DVD player since I started living on my own. Then my little brother suggested I get a video game console, and I realized there were a few older games that I really wanted to play, so I took his advice and looked up what consoles had Transformers: War For Cybertron, Fall of Cybertron, and Lego Jurassic World.

X box 1 had them but x boxes cost like $300. Ps4s had them and were a bit cheaper but still over $100.

Then I saw that all 3 games were available on PS3. So I looked up the prices and I found some used for like $70.

On January 6, 2022, I got this PS3 from a used games shop for something like $40, and War For Cybertron to go with it.

I wanted to find a co-op game to play with him since he had the idea, but he found one for me on January 20th. He said “my friend told me this is about robots, a lesbian computer, and a creepy facility, so I thought you’d like it. Plus it has a two-player mode so we can play it since you still haven’t found Lego Jurassic World”

I hadn’t even checked if Portal 2 was on PS3 previously. After my first play through of the singleplayer campaign I cried my ass off and told him it was the best gift ever.

It was the thing that triggered me to actually start getting into the community, and I luckily started in the right place: looking through the GLaDOS tag on Archive of our own. Then I became a Chelldos addict and now I feel like I’ve been here for years.

Later I found the Orange Box to play Portal 1 and then everything came full fucking circle

Basically, the reason I got into Portal is because I’m a cheapskate who watches twitch clips on YouTube

[pbandjesse]

Welp James got hit by another vehicle. Thankfully this time they were just a bit banged up. But Jesus Christ. I am so upset. Their bike is a little bent up and the person didn't even say sorry. They doored them and knocked them down. And honestly it could have been so much worse!! I hate that this happened again. My heart hurts so much because I am so worried for my husband.

Today wasn't a bad day before this though. I was just tired. I got to sleep a little longer which helped me feel a little more out together.

I got dressed and had a bagel. I felt pretty positive for the day.

I left here and went to the museum. I got there a little early to load in the leftover boxes from from outreach yesterday. A man in the parking lot told me he liked my bird collection, referring to my molcars. And he laughed when I told him they were actually hamsters.

It was a good day though. I was training the new Jess. And we had a city builder program and a neighborhood tour. And we ended up with an excellent teacher who had a great handle on the kids.

So it made it really easy. And I really had fun with them. They were 2nd graders, which is the oldest that do these programs (and the youngest that will do a regular tour and cannery) so you never know where they are going to be at. But they were awesome. We did finish each program a little early but that was fine. We would look around the galleries and they were sweet kids.

They were just a little embarrassed to wear the costumes. But I think they got into it by the end. They loved buying things and spending tokens and getting paid at their little jobs. It was super cute.

The bank actually went super well. I didn't need the extra time I built in. So once I got everyone finished their bank books and collected their costumes I took them to the car to play and take pictures.

We had about 10 minutes there. So me and Jess went and reset the galleries and got the costumes. And by then it was time to go to lunch.

During lunch I had the dumplings I brought and reset the costumes. Got everything on hangers. I started getting a little lightheaded so I would sit down and take a break.

And then it was time to take them to the movies. I grabbed my crochet to take to the front desk, gave them a five minute warning and went to make sure the dvd was working.

Someone turned off the DVD player which was annoying but James fixed it and everything was fine.

I dropped them off at the theater and sat with James and crocheted. They went to heat up their lunch. I helped a few guests. Found out that our event person doesn't like when we answer any questions about events. Which is ridiculous because they aren't even in this building 80% of the time so what would you like us to do? It's the polite thing to try to help guests, and like yeah if I don't know I'll direct them to you but if you aren't answering your phone you don't get to be mad. Whatever. I honestly don't care if they are mad I just think it's wild that that is something they are mad about.

I enjoyed sitting with James though. And once the video was over I got the kids to their coats and on the bus. It was nice to be done.

I had to call my rheumatologist because they had called me. They had to reschedule my appointment to Thursday. Not shocking I thought it was weird they were making appointments for MLK day.

And I made plans with Callie to have a late lunch tomorrow. I was feeling good.

But I was very tired. I would reset the rest of the costumes that got used today. And then went to sit with James until I could leave.

I decided to go walk around the second chance, the big furniture thrift store.

And I had fun looking but man we're the prices outrageous. Some stuff was normal. $20 or $30 bookshelves. A few I considered but decided not to get in the end. But some stuff that didn't need to be was hundreds of dollars!! Like at one point I found a dirty bean bag chair for $200???? I was so confused.

There were a few things I was seriously considering. One was a beautiful painted dresser but if it was tomorrow it would be a reasonable price (because every few weeks the ticket price drops) and so I decided it wasn't meant to be. Maybe if I go back next week and it's still there.

I got very very tired all of a sudden. And I really wanted to be home.

So I did just that. I went home and I curled up on the couch. I worked on my crochet. I would finish 5 squares today. I read a little. I made an early dinner of oven fries and veggie chicken nuggets. Our oven was not working well and I was getting frustrated but it was fine in the end and eating made me feel better.

When James got home they were really angry and upset. Half way home a driver doored them. Knocked them down. Bent their handlebars. Broke their phone mount. And they didn't even say sorry. I wish they got their info but they were to shaken up. Worried about their collarbone. Which thankfully seems fine. They say their wrist and elbow and hip hurt. Their emotions probably hurt the most. It's scary and I am so frustrated that it has happened again.

James was really upset though and so they went for a walk to cool down. And I tried not to cry. When James got home I just held them on the couch for a long time.

We would hang out. Work on our own stuff. I got in bed. Watched videos. Tried to just be calm.

I just got a shower and me and James have been talking and trying to process. The scary feelings. I am just really worried for them you know?

But now we will sleep. Tomorrow James has the engineering event at the museum. They are going to try to see if the bike shop can help the bend in their bike handle and realign their tires. And I have my second workshop at the national guard. I am nervous but this project was super popular this summer so I have high hopes.

I am trying to not be super upset but it is hard. Send us some good vibes. Be safe and watch out for bikers.

Goodnight everyone. Sleep good.

[blissfali]

reminiscing time!. When i was around 8 or so i found happy tree friends on YT. and it became like my favorite ever. and i watch it now and i wanna vomit i cant comprehend how littol me was into that. also i used to watch invader zim obsessively and i got older and thought it was a fever dream i made up and then i found out it was actually real. sometimes while playing minecraft or in the car id loop minecraft song parodies and me and my brother would sing them at the top of our lungs. my mom hoards VHS tapes and CDs and stuff and as a kid me and my brother would ask her to put on this one vhs of wimzie’s house she had over and over again and it was my brother’s favorite show.hed only ever experienced one episode. the first time i ever watched the goofy movie was on a box tv on vhs in my basement and the TV was turned sideways for some reason. i ended up laying down halfway through to watch it appropriately. i very vividly remember watching sesame street on a different box tv when i was like 5 in the room i shared with my brother. it was on vhs. and the tv was upside down? And i dont knopw why. me and my brother used to use all my moms vhs’ and build like towers and stuff. she colleted a bunch of og she-ra stuff but unfortunately we cant bond over old she ra and new she ra because she doesnt like the new she ra and i dont like the old she ra. on road trips we had a dvd player and we cycled through a lot of the same dvds. one of them was a he-man christmas special and i fucking hated that that one i thought he man was so boring so much so that id just fall asleep when she put that one on. there was also a mickey mouse christmas special one and i really liked that one. we also had rainbow bright (family favorite) and a BUNCH of strawberry shortcake im talking we had like 3 dvds with shorts/episodes and movies from the og strawberry shortcake and we also had a bunch from the cartoon one that was in 2d. a lot of them got scratched to shit and so we’d be sitting there and the dvd would die for 6 seconds straight and then itd come back and we’d all cheer. it was like a movie theater but if the person behind you wouldnt stop pulling your hair and throwing mcdonalds toys into the windshield

[bessiemae]

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or just a friendly hello. The Christmas season was kind of subdued because of life getting in the way. We did manage to see Christmas lights in what I suppose passes for the town square. And listen to some Christmas music. No tree this year (it's in storage) but we did decorate. I also played (haltingly and crappily) some Christmas carols on my kalimba. And for most of December I've been wearing Christmas themed face masks to work.

As far as Christmas gifts (loot!) my mom and I decided to keep things to a minimum because we still have lots of boxes to unpack. So, I got a bookish tote bag, a shirt with otters reading books (two of my favorite things, otters and books), two sleep bonnets, a mini otter figurine (her nickname for me is Otter Girl) and a sleep mask that she regrets because it has the eyes on the front and she says it looks creepy. It was way more than I expected, but she justifies it by saying they're small. Which is true. Everything fits in the tote bag. Except the big one. A DVD player. Which is actually small, but I feel guilty she bought so much.

On top of that were gifts from work. Mainly gift certificates and this fancy praline sauce. And, as a total surprise, the neighbor across the street came by with pictures of birds (another favorite of mine) in wooden frames that we think were handmade.

Meanwhile, I think I did pretty good on the things I picked for her. Although I wish I had gotten her more. She only has one kind of perfume she wears, but hasn't had in years. I managed to finds a bottle. I got her fingerless gloves, because she has gout. Some scented waxes that smell like candy and cookies. Those were big hit. And, she opened them before Christmas. And a multi set of cuticle oil. Also, because it's late, she'll have (hopefully tomorrow) a new Tinkerbell shirt. That's her favorite thing. (I also saw a woman at the library wearing a different Tinkerbell shirt and found a similar one online. That's at least one gift planned for next year)

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Village (2004)

It’s been seventeen years since I saw The Village. As I pressed “play” on my DVD player, I wondered how knowing the ending would affect my experience. The good news is the film is memorable, well-acted and well-shot, with an excellent score by James Newton Howard. Unfortunately, none of it feels like it matters. This movie completely falls apart under any kind of scrutiny, almost like it was built backward to support its own shocking ending - an ending that essentially gives the film zero re-watch value.

In the small, isolated Pennsylvania village of Covington, everyone fears “Those We Don’t Speak Of”: creatures in red cloaks who live outside the perimeter of torches surrounding the village. These monsters are drawn to the colour red and fiercely guard their territory.

Though the premise would lead you to think The Village is a horror film, it isn’t. Not really. Most of the picture deals with the villagers living typical 19th-century lives. The only abnormal thing is the prevalent fear of real monsters at night. Ivy Elizabeth Walker (Bryce Dallas Howard) pines for the meek and gentle Lucius Hunt (Joaquin Phoenix). He shows his affection by avoiding her as much as possible. This makes Ivy’s sister Tabitha (Jayne Atkinson) think he might accept her advances. So far, nothing scary. The young men have fun daring each other to taunt “Those We Don’t Speak Of”, except Noah Percy (Adrien Brody), whose developmental disability means he still acts like a child. None of it seems like anything more than superstition, even with (or perhaps because) Noah Percy can enter the surrounding woods without any apparent fear of reprisal from the monsters. Meanwhile, the village elders all appear to harbor secrets about the past, all hidden inside large black boxes. Now we're talking about something a little creepy, but still not terrifying.

The plot begins when the balance between the village and the woods is disturbed. This is where writer/director M. Night Shyamalan shows off his filmmaking skills. There’s a scene where Lucius steps into the surrounding woods and sees one of “Those We Don’t Speak Of”. The camera doesn’t quite follow his field of vision - it moves a fraction of a second slower than it should. We get a fleeting glimpse of the red-cloaked creature. In that moment, Shymalan transports us into that forest. The terror we feel seeps deep inside our bones - all without really showing you anything. Still, it doesn’t quite turn into a horror film. It’s difficult to pinpoint what sort of mood this picture is going for, and I mean that in a good way. It makes you wonder what’s coming next.

It’s impossible to discuss a second viewing of “The Village” without examining the multiple twists in the second half. First, we learn “Those We Don’t Speak Of” are fabrications by the elders, that the one that’s to be feared is actually Noah - he discovered one of the elder’s costumes - and, most shocking of all, that the whole film takes place in modern day. The village was founded as a way for the elders to start their lives over, away from the evils of the present. There is a nugget of an idea there. There's something to be said about the extremes grief will push us towards (all of the elders suffered hideous tragedies in their past lives) but it’s tainted by a cheap twist. If none of the elder’s children know the outside world, why mark the tombstones with old-timey dates except to fool the audience? It gets extra contrived when Ivy - who is blind - is sent into the woods to fetch medicine. It's so she can travel outside without learning the village's secret. Come on. I know the elders have sworn never to venture outside (I guess no one misses toilet paper) but if they’re making up their own world, why not make one up that includes modern medicine and other comforts? Oh wait, I know. It’s so the movie can have a twist ending, so it can fool those watching.

I can understand someone focusing on the themes of grief in The Village and calling it a good film. There is something here about how determined people can be to run away from their lives and prevent themselves from moving on in the process. I just don't know if you can call a film successful when your positive review requires you to ignore its preposterous ending and all of the contrivances inserted only to trick the audience. It’s a well-made film; moody & tense, with good performances, a terrific score and excellent camerawork. Unfortunately, they all sit upon a foundation of saltine crackers. (On DVD, August 7, 2021)

[mistonki]

Apple idvd help

APPLE IDVD HELP HOW TO

APPLE IDVD HELP MOVIE

APPLE IDVD HELP INSTALL

APPLE IDVD HELP UPDATE

It was, however, still available in the boxed copy of iLife '11 until iLife '13. iDVD was no longer preinstalled on Macs shipping with OS X 10.7 Lion, and was not available on the Mac App Store with all of the other iLife apps. While initially available only for Macs with a SuperDrive, it was included until 2011 with all new Macs from iDVD 6 onwards, Apple supports the ability to burn projects with third-party optical drives. When the DVD pops out, insert it into the regular DVD player connected to your TV and enjoy.

APPLE IDVD HELP MOVIE

Insert a blank writable DVD disc (DVD-R or DVD-RW recommended) into your SuperDrive, and iDVD would start to burn your movie to DVD on Mac soon.ĥ. Navigate to the movie file you want to burn to DVD with iDVD and check it for loading.Ĥ. Go to "File / One Step DVD from movie." from the menu bar.ģ.

APPLE IDVD HELP HOW TO

Once they have finished encoding it will allow you to burn them much more quickly.Detailed Steps on How to Burn DVD with iDVD on MacĢ. You can go to the Project Info page under the project menu, and there is little graph showing you when all videos have finished encoding. Thankfully this is the default setting.Īlso, if you check ‘Best performance’ it will encode all the videos in the background. The bottom line is, if you want the highest quality video, check Best Performance. ‘Professional Quality’ is somewhere in the middle, so it is best for videos between one hour and two hours long. It gives you the smallest file size so allows you to fit up to 2 hours on one DVD ‘High Quality’ actually means worst quality. It gives you the largest file sizes so you can only fit one hour on a DVD but it will be the best quality. ‘Best Performance’ actually means highest quality. The only thing that I should point out is that the names Apple have given to the ‘quality’ settings (under the Project info menu) are stupid. IDVD Is pretty intuitive, you should work it out yourself. IDVD comes with a series of built-in ‘templates’ for the opening screen of the DVD and the menus.Īfter you have chosen a template you just add in the movies that you want, name them, and burn the DVD. Here is a picture of the iDVD opening screen.Ĭlick on ‘Create a New Project’ and away you go. It even works in the latest version of OS X, macOS Sierra. You can read about this and how to get around it here. If you do buy the iLife DVD, it probably won’t install because Apple put a use-by date on the installer.

APPLE IDVD HELP UPDATE

Apple has an update from the Apple downloads webpage ( here) that will update it to 7.1.2. Version 7.0 comes with iLife 09, iLife 10 and iLife 11. The lastest version of iDVD is version 7.1.2. For example I just searched on eBay and found a copy here: If you have never owned a copy of iLife (which contains iDVD) then you will need to buy a secondhand copy of iLife. All I needed to do was copy the iDVD application from my applications folder and the iDVD themes folder from Library/Application Support and it was up and running in no time. Thankfully I was able to go through some old backups and find a copy.

APPLE IDVD HELP INSTALL

I recently did a fresh install of OS X Sierra so when I went to use iDVD it was no longer on my computer either. iDVD was a part of the iLife package that was bundled with new iMacs. Apple still sell a SuperDrive which can burn DVDs but ‘iDVD’ is no longer available from Apple. Thankfully this difficult task was simplified by iDVD. Here’s how to get hold of it and what it can do.īurning a DVD is a complex task. My son recently played in a piano concert and he wanted to burn a DVD of the concert for his grandfather. We live in a post-DVD world now but there are still occasions where you may need to burn a DVD.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I now present you with:

Random JJK men head cannons I made while in my feels~

Only my main 3 for now: Suguru, Gojo, Nanami.

SUGURU

Suguru is a music guy. I dont make the rules.

Like, he had an alternative phase back in the day, I lean to mall goth personally, and learned guitar he was such a music guy

Always knew where the best shows were at and was always at them. His favorite type of first date

He doesn't just listen to rock either, he listens to it all. Rock, Pop, Hip Hop, hell he'd even listen to County is the song was a hard enough bop

His love language is albums and playlist.

He has an actual record player and plays actual records. Like a hipster.

Also, the man can cook. Idk, I just get those vibes.

Like, hes naturally really good at it, but never does it cause he hates it.

Unless it's for you baby.

If his SO asked him to cook, he would do it without hesitation. Eating is important

Gets kinda distant when you ask about his technique. Hates talking about it. The most anyones ever gotten out of him is that curses taste like vomit

Which, is probably why actual foods tasting good is so important to him

Former smoker. He actually stopped once he left Jujutsu Sorcerery. He just, wasn't stressed anymore.

Still craves a cigarette whenever Mahito opens his mouth though.

His favorite color was formerly blue. These days it's more of an emerald green

Is fucking fantastic at wii sports. Especially the boxing game, that is where he shines.

GOJO

CONTROVERSIAL TAKE: this man hates drugs. Like, even weed he can't stand it. And he tried too, back in his younger days, just not his thing.

He hates when things mess with his head or his perception. It's why he's not big on drinking either. Especially if it slows his reflexes, he's not about it

Owned a bucket hat and puka shell necklace and at one point is not nearly sorry enough for it.

Hes a bitch for coffee. Don't ask me why, it's just the vibe.

Ok, let me rephrase, he likes creamer with a dash of coffee, add in lots of sugar and milk.

Hes actually a huge sweets guy. Like, to the point that he for sure has a giant candy bowl in his classroom and it's not for his students

Hes not great at communicating his feelings and needs. He has a hard time identifying then in the first place honestly

So, the clearest insight as to how he's feeling is through whatever music he's currently listening too.

Like "Hey babe..you ok?" "Oh? Yea of course doll! Why would you ask that?" "Well, we've been listening to the Johnny Cash cover of 'Hurt' on repeat and people that are ok don't typically do that"

Once it's pointed out to him, he is willing to talk about it to figure out what's going on. Can't fix a problem when you don't know what it is anyway. But, it's gotta be pointed out first.

Cats just love him. No, that's not a pun. Like, stray cats will come up to him on the street and rub up against him and love on him. Cats love him.

And while I wasn't going to make it, he has made the "what can I say? Imma pussy magnet" joke

NANAMI

This man kicks ass at mortal Kombat. Like, that's how he used to blow off steam when he worked his office job and now that's just a skill he has

Any fighting game really. That includes smash bros. Gojo onces convinced Itadori that Nanami never really played games, then challenged him to a bet

Easiest 5000 yen Gojo ever made. Until Nanami found out and demanded half

Hes secretly a huge nerd in general. Like, he has the entirety of star trek on DVD and listens to D&D podcasts

Hes a thin guy. You'd think he wouldn't eat much, right? WRONG that man's legs are hollow. He is every all you can eat buffets worst nightmare

Hes secretly punk. It's some of his favorite music, The Misfits are his favorite band.

Really, he just likes any music that could be considered aggressive. He never has nor would he ever dress like it though

Actually loves fruity drinks. Like he keeps a bottle of Pink Whitney at his apartment for mixed drinks.

Hes not picky though, he'll drink whatever you give him. Unless it tastes like pear. Not a big fan of pear

If he drives a car, it's the most worn our beater you've ever seen. He has the money to replace it, but why do that when it still runs just fine?

Probably because the passenger side door is held together with duct tape, but whatever.

His favorite color is yellow. Like, a pastel cozy yellow, and also more saturated warm yellows. He says it's a happy color and it makes him smile.

Used to have a coffee addiction, but didn't like being addicted to anything. So he's more of a tea guy now.

Can't stand messy, but also loves cleaning so it works out for him. He says cleaning is calming.

Especially when he's playing Dragula at 7am. Much to his neighbors, and sometimes his So's dismay.

Genuinely, as an autistic person, I think he's autistic. Like, the monotone voice and the "I don't give praise or ridicule, I just speak facts" gives me those vibes

Also, he just says what's on his mind and has little to no filter. Sometimes that's a good thing, more often than not it's bad.

Will just randomly crack random body parts. His knuckles, back, neck, his elbows. He snap crackles and pops.

Hes also double jointed in his shoulders, so good luck trying to pin/wrestle with him ever