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[digitalcombination]

What Does the Star Mean in Apple Music?

What Does the Star Mean in Apple Music?

What does the star mean in Apple Music? If you’re unsure what the star icon means on Apple Music, you’re not alone. The starred icon is assigned to tracks based on their popularity, performance, or number of streams. Previously, users could rate songs and assign stars to them. However, Apple recently removed this feature. What does the star mean in Apple Music? Read on to learn more about its…

[briseise]

hi honey!! how about cat + gem for the hermit swap ask gam? <3 love from tuna

u want kitty gem? meow meow meow meow? =^. .^=

[kakashi-fangirl-ita-blog]

Zosan headcanon (set either after Whole Cake Island or during one of the pre-timeskip arcs)

One night Sanji has a bad dream (about his childhood, his trauma, his fears...) and suddenly wakes up gasping and heavy breathing.

He doesn't want to wake up his crewmates, so he just gets up from the floor where he usually sleeps and leaves the room. But Zoro is on lookout that night and sees Sanji running into the kitchen (his comfort place). He knows that something isn't right by how panicked his breathing sounded and how confused he looked around, so he decides to check on him.

He finds Sanji in the darkness, sitting on the floor, with his back leaning on the counter, covering his head with his arms and sobbing like he never heard him do. (In his own mind, it that moment Sanji is still a child, left alone crying in the darkness by his father).

Sanji sees Zoro on the doorsteps, lit by the moonlight. Because of his pride and his rivalry with the swordsman, he doesn't want Zoro to see him while he is so vulnerable and tells him to go away, but of course Zoro is way too stubborn to do what he tells him to and wants to know why he's crying.

Sanji thinks that he wants to make fun of him, so he just stays silent, suffocating his sobs, waiting for an insult or a joke. But instead Zoro sits next to him and tells him that he envies him, because he's able to let all his emotions out and to cry freely without feeling judged (by his own self) or "less masculine".

Sanji is obviously surprised by that glimpse of Zoro's sincerity, but doesn't want to tell him why he's crying. He doesn't want to burden him with his story. In that moment, he just knows that Zoro's company is comforting. Their shoulders slightly brushing while sitting next to each other in the darkness, Zoro's slow breathing, the warmth of his body... Everything about that makes Sanji cry even more. He isn't alone anymore. He doesn't have to bear all his sufferings by himself in a loop of poisonous thoughts.

Without even realising it, he finds himself leaning his head on Zoro's shoulder, feeling the tears running down his cheeks and soaking Zoro's shirt. He quickly starts sobbing again, covering his face with his hand. Zoro wraps his arm around him and pulls him closer, letting Sanji bury his head on his chest.

Zoro patiently waits, while Sanji cries until he's too tired to even let out a single hiccup and they both fall asleep holding each other.

[bbrrambo]

if words could bite .. 🦇

[samijey]

Sorry, I know I wasn't supposed to come out there tonight, but I saw an opportunity and… I want what's best for Damage CTRL

[ask-shane]

who was gonna tell me the sprites on android (and the mobile browser) show up massive?

they're supposed to show up around this size:

[cherry-soda-molars]

no one asked but I DESIGNED SOME BEANIES :DDD Theyre lovejoy themed :3 they all have charms that i imagine would be detachable! Maybe one day i'll learn to crochet and try to make these but dont bet on it :3

[dracolunae]

I am begging tumblr to please finally fix the issue that causes images to display at dogshit quality when you click on them 😭

[brainless-moe-white-lotus]

Learned something fantastic today: blocking an anon now shows you their url in the Blocklist again

[coldshrugs]

22 or 42 for sensory prompts? 👀

neon moon

prompt: 22. Neon lights at 1:30am - thanks ash!! pairing: io / estinien (modern AU) word count: 1.3k note: takes place during the roommate years. io is dating mikoto. estinien is definitely not jealous.

At 1 AM, Estinien looks down into the half-finished beer he's nursed for twenty minutes, neon bar signs reflected on its surface. The glass is going warm in his hand as he stares at what's left of the dissipating foam, pretending to count the little clusters of bubbles popping as the minutes pass…

If he looks down, he doesn't have to look up. If he doesn't look up, he can ignore his friends (and hers, but the two groups congealed into one about a year ago) having a good time just on the other side of the bar, gathered around a pool table, trading shots in loosely formed teams. He won't have to grapple with the emotion that twists in his gut each time his eyes land on Io.

His previous therapist would tell him to name the emotion. Estinien makes a list.

Annoyance? Yeah, he is annoyed by the short, bubbly girl sticking to her side like a fucking shadow. He's annoyed at the way they can't seem to keep their PDA to themselves, arms draped over shoulders or around waists. They might as well announce their date to the whole bar and include a footnote about their intentions afterward.

Frustration, there's another. Everyone seems to like her—Mikoto—and he doesn't get it. Io is constantly going on and on about her: "Miko's so smart," "Miko's the sweetest," "Miko's so adorable I could die." Even Aymeric finds her charming, so he can't exactly complain to him.

Dread. Definitely dread, at the next time she'll be in their apartment (probably later tonight), all over Io on the couch, or coming out of her room in the morning to take up space in the kitchen.

Everything about this makes him itch. Better to keep to himself. It'd be a shame to ruin everyone's night.

At half past one, the music shifts from hip hop approaching vintage status, to slow pop ballads as someone new takes over the digital jukebox. Leofard takes a break from manning the bar and sidles over to him.

"You good?" His expression is difficult to read behind his tinted glasses, but something about it is uncomfortably knowing. "You don't look good."

Estinien rolls his eyes. "I'm good. I'm just… not that good." He gestures to his friends without looking.

Leofard glances over, and his irritating smirk looks incredibly punchable right now. Estinien doesn't problem-solve that way anymore, and besides, he's in no place to deny the company since everyone else is determined to be best friends with Io's girlfriend.

"You know," Leo starts, rolling his hand in front of him as he finds the words, "I'm still shocked you and Io are doing this platonic domestic bliss thing. Whatever works, right? Don't tell me there's trouble in paradise."

"There's no trouble." He finishes the last of his room-temperature beer and tips the glass towards Leofard, signaling for another. "I'm shocked you're still wondering about Io's relationship status."

Leofard's shoulders shake with an easy laugh as he fills a fresh glass and pointedly slides it to Estinien. "No, I can clearly see what hers is," —he nods to the back of the bar, and Estinien makes the mistake of turning to look— "It's yours I'm talking about."

They're still bunched around the pool table, though the game has fizzled out. Y'shtola and Lucia are hanging onto every word of Urianger's glassy-eyed lecture. Aymeric and Thancred are talking animatedly between the tables. And near the wall, bathed in the neon light of a cheesy purple cityscape with a blue moon and yellow stars, Io and her girlfriend are pressed close and swaying lazily to the song.

Mikoto's head is against Io's chest, eyes closed and cheeks red from whatever she's drinking. Her arms are wrapped tight around Io's waist, and one hand even dips low into the back pocket of her jeans. Io's chin rests on her head, and she squeezes Mikoto's shoulders in a solid embrace. For some inexplicable reason, he swears he feels the squeeze around his own.

She's smiling a little. Tipsy, but genuine.

Estinien boils.

He turns back to the bar and downs half his beer, but it does nothing to douse the fire climbing from his chest to his face.

"What about mine?" He asks Leofard. "You're dating someone, and even if you weren't… you know it's a no."

"Oh, calm down, you prick. Your hunk of petrified wood couldn't handle me. I just wanna know what the deal is! When will you finally get over the "she just needs a friend uwu" bullshit and do the damn thing?"

He considers Leo's question, stomach churning with that sickening heat, and maybe he's right. Maybe Estinien left an emotion off his list.

Jeal—

"Estinien," the voice is too close to pretend not to have heard. And he can't do that anyway. Not to Io. "You're kind of worrying me, over here by yourself. Hi, Leo."

"Hey, Io." He nods, then drifts back down the bar. Still within earshot, of course.

"What's up?" Io slides onto the stool next to him, chin propped on her hand as she studies him. Her dark eyes catch every light in this place, and somewhere in that little reflection is his own dark anger, glaring back out at him.

He sighs. "Not feeling great tonight. I think I'm heading home after this." He raises the glass to her, takes a big gulp.

"Then I'll go with you."

"No, you don't have to—"

"I don't have to." And now she smiles at him, tipsy and genuine. "I want to. Let's go get in our pajamas, and we can share a huge glass of apple juice and watch tv on the couch."

"Io. You're on a date." He finishes the beer.

"Oh, right... I forgot those are once-in-a-lifetime events! Shit!" She makes a little show out of it, shaking her fist at nothing and melting into a fake sob against the bar, before meeting him with a straight (but not sober) stare. A smile begins to curl the corner of his lips and he fights it with everything he has. "Come on, let's go home."

It's almost 2:30 in the morning when they stumble into their dim apartment. Io remembered to leave a lamp on, thank fuck, and she finds the other light switches easily.

Among the familiar clutter and comfortably worn furniture of their home, Estinien returns to himself. Maybe it wasn't the company after all. It's been a long week, and he's tired. He just wasn't in the mood for a night out. That's all.

He changes in his room while Io does the same in hers. Ignoring the inviting presence of his bed in favor of finishing the night the way she suggested, he settles on one end of the sofa and begins browsing for a show they like.

When Io leaves her room for the kitchen, it's in a pair of his sweatpants and a strappy, cropped tank top. This is far from unusual, but tonight, when he felt the ghost of her touch as she held someone else, the sight of her in his clothes sends a new heat crawling across his chest.

He doesn't watch her join him on the couch, or look at her as they pass a single cup of juice and bag of chips between them. When she yawns quietly and nestles into the couch, stretching a leg across his lap, he doesn't risk a glance.

This is Leofard's meddling getting into his fucking head. No more, no less.

Io falls asleep and Estinien turns the volume down. He looks, only to make sure she wasn't disturbed. She curls toward the back of the couch, her face soft and shadowed, her hair slipping out of its loose ponytail. The heat may be new, but the rest of it—

Name the emotion? Absolutely fucking not.

[sith-shenanigans]

So I’ve been playing post-Onslaught content, finally…

Ahene is having a terrible time, and originally when the post-Zildrog arc kicked off I was very depressed about it, but I’m actually enjoying it. Possibly my tolerance has increased for Putting That Character In Some Situations over the time I’ve spent writing Liminality. Probably it helps that I’ve been editing certain things in my head.

(For one thing, while she’s taking the saboteur plotline in-game, her actual goal is revolution in the Empire—and I’ve been playing to that as much as I can, so there were a fair number of times she hasn’t taken the saboteur options. I’d call out the speech, but I feel like it’s a given she didn’t do the saboteur speech. I’ve also been chewing on the thought of the Fleet not being totally destroyed, but stranded in Odessen unable to make hyperjumps without extensive retrofitting the Alliance doesn’t have the components for… but recently I’ve been feeling like “get the superweapon fleet back” is not the goal that aligns with the narrative themes here, and Ahene is not actually having the mental breakdown I was originally projecting on her, so I’m also kind of interested to see how the narrative where it’s actually gone goes.)

Anyway, having Rivix around has been fascinating, because I really see why people say that the Commander no longer gets “proper respect”—but I’m kind of into it, because the Watsonian explanation is that it’s deliberate. And that is such a dynamic with Ahene.

She hates Rivix, of course. It doesn’t help that he’s an insufferable flatterer, since she respects that not at all when it comes from someone who expects you to be taken in; she’s always considered that an insult to her common sense. (She can appreciate a well-placed compliment, but she doesn’t think anyone in the galaxy appreciates fawning—unless they’re forcing people to fawn over them for the power trip, which is odious but unfortunately comprehensible—and she’s not sure why people ever try it.) But it’s an extremely impersonal kind of hatred, because it’s not really about Rivix. It’s about the Empire seeing the Alliance’s current situation as the kind of fall from power that can’t actually be recovered from, and her as someone who reached beyond what her capabilities could hold. The ex-Councilor, the disgraced Commander, who could have had the galaxy in her grasp if she hadn’t choked.

The way Acina is treating her—partly by proxy of Rivix, but by policy as well—isn’t the way the game is played. You watch your important vassals with spies and “liaisons,” yes. (Rivix was never the problem on his own.) You do not station your troops all over their powerbase. It’s notable, there, that there’s no option to refuse the extra; all you can do is set conditions. Normal for a client state—but Sith are expected to give their vassals a degree of independence corresponding to their rank. Which means that, paradoxically, the insistently independent Alliance is given less leeway (at least in some directions) than Acina’s Council.

She has seen how the Empire treats minor planets’ leaders: as having some kind of status, but no respect, and no real say in the decisions made about them. Negotiations are a foregone conclusion, deals are worth only what you can enforce from them. And Rivix is a deliberate insult, meant to remind her that she is in that place.

Rivix shows up on her base unannounced and makes demands (that she only indulged because it might actually have been a crisis, and if it was, she would have been very foolish to make him wait to salve her ego). Rivix landed a Councilor on her base, also unannounced, and then tried to hustle her away before she actually told her command staff where specifically she was going. (Okay, the person she actually wanted—for a value of wanted—to call was Jonas, but that’s beside the point. Notifying her people would have been the proper thing to do even if she weren’t using it as a cover for her extracurricular activities.)

Rivix uses her briefing room to call Acina. Minor in the grand scheme of things, maybe, but it’s acting like he has as much of a right to the place as she does.

Of course, Rivix’s zeltron pheromones thing is probably part of all this, at least in that he’s likely used to people putting up with behavior they wouldn’t otherwise. But taken together, the political insult seems… deliberate.

Leeha went “…considering who you’re working for” at her, and it landed that it was not “working with,” but—that’s not a surprise. Ahene knows what people think about what’s happened. She’s playing along with it as much as she can without showing weakness; she’s obligated to put up a fight. And she’s angry with herself too, a bit, for how much this grates on her, when she’s opposed to the whole Sith game on principle—when she’s spent so long telling herself not to be invested in having power, in being treated as powerful. (Even if she outgrew that gnawing anxiety as she came to know herself better, to be more confident in her self-control… sometimes it comes up, when she’s feeling self-castigatory. Some things aren’t linear.) And she certainly doesn’t want people acting like she’s still Darth Occlus, but—

The Empire keeps insisting that she’s Imperial, that she is Sith. And they keep disrespecting her as one. She may have given up her title and her seat, but she had them, and they’re taking every opportunity to remind her that she currently does not. That she doesn’t have the ability, the right to control her own domain. That she would have had more agency if she stayed, and now they consider her another minor power to put on a leash.

Sith or not, it’s not something she can abide.

[lulu2992]

Inktober 2023, Day 26: Remove.

“I cannot be part of this anymore.”

[sonego]

how am i supposed to work after this

[casual-asexual]

BRIDGE DI ZITTI E BUONI COI VIOLINI I MISSED YOU!!!

[emozionidinchiostro]

Oh to be a residente della frazione di Biancareddu, SS, e votare per le elezioni regionali a casa della signora Maria perché la scuola elementare è inagibile

[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is always getting autocorrected when ( "aro" autocorrected to "air" when I was typing this out)

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