#netflix on my phone; mobile

[butchboromir]

why is dead cells on nextflix ???????????

[papercut-soup2]

i wanna get south park dvds which season/s are the best in yalls opinion ??

[aintmyjewelry]

there’s RESTRICTIONS on netflix now?

[porcelain-gal]

RANDOM AFFIRMATIONS / THINGS TO SCRIPT i honestly just pulled these outta my scripts divider credits ♡

you never gleek. ever.

mobile games don't have ads.

you never have to pee while in a pool.

you don’t spit when you talk or laugh.

you never accidentally bite your tongue.

all of the metals and gems in your jewelry are real.

if you have piercings, you never get piercing crusties.

you always have incredible conversation starters and enders.

you always find edible versions of inedible things you want to eat.

you curse very well. like it never sounds or feels excessive or too little.

etsy is no longer full of ai work, drop shippers, and stolen media.

tiktok doesn't have that feature that shows people have liked a video you reposted.

you always wake up well-rested (insomnia 'n constantly tired girlies, this one's for us.)

you always put your perfume/cologne/fragrances on the best spots on your body.

netflix actually puts good shows/movies on the platform and never takes down ones that people like.

you can walk on any surface barefoot without feeling any pain, discomfort, or sensory icks.

popularmmos and supergirlygamer are still together and make minecraft videos regularly (I NEED IT BACK!)

all of your scented body oils, washes, gels, glazes, etc smell insanely good and exactly as they’re advertised. they’re also very good for your body.

whenever you flush a toilet after you do whatever, it always flushes all the way the first time. there's never any excess dirty water, clogging, etc.

all phones come with charging cables AND blocks when bought as well as earbuds if the company that sells the phone has them (airpods, samsung galaxy buds, etc.)

anti-shifter, proship/profic, ageplay, pro ana, bigot/incel, and any variation dni

[xyzthoughts]

Thinking back to when I said I would give up fun things on my phone for lent and realizing lent starts tomorrow

[spennsrs]

drunk confessing to spencer? "shh, don't tell anyone but 've got a crush on him" my fave troupe everrr 😭😭 love your writing sm ❤️

(\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ━O━O━━━━━━━━━ ・:。DRUNK TEXT. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ︳spencer agnew x reader drabble ︳pure fluff ︳i love this trope sm :( decided to do a lil spin on it!! n also if this is short... im so sorry

spencer had a bad feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach. something felt... off. while he sat on his couch, scrolling through netflix aimlessly, his eyes kept glancing to the dark screen of his phone.

from the screen... to the phone... back to the screen... then to the phone again...

his hand reaches to the mobile device, eyes focusing as the screen lights up to check the time. a soft sigh leaves him as he takes note of the time.

2:35 AM

they should've texted by now. they should be home from that stupid party... right? unlocking his phone, spencer opens his messages to reread over the conversation with you. they would text him when they got home... right? spencer's mind races with anxious and concerned thoughts as he sets his phone down, exhaling shakily.

... ding!

from :: [y/n] 🤓💞hey heeeeeey pssst keep a secret for me courtney pretty pleeeease

spencer feels a brow raise as he reads the texts, holding back a soft laugh. he simply stares at the screen for a moment before going to respond, only for more texts to flood in.

from :: [y/n] 🤓💞 im hella drynk drunk and i thynk its supwr obvious but like dont twele anyone spnecr is saur cute and i have .. the biggest crush on him no not crush that makes me sound like a lovesick schoolgirl but you get what i mean hopwfully

silence filled the living room as spencer stares at his phone screen, a little dumbfounded and a little overwhelmed. was this... real? was this actually happening? this couldn't be real. his best friend and object of his ever growing affections was drunk texting him, thinking he was someone else and confessing. well... maybe confessing wasn't the right word. they were more just rambling their feelings.

was there a right way to go about this? would [y/n] even remember this in the morning? should he even say anything? in a panic, spencer just... stares at his phone screen. his free hand comes up to his mouth, nervously chewing on his fingernails as he's seemingly too nervous to respond.

spence, you could always call-

his thoughts are interrupted yet again as his phone starts to ring. spencer's heart stops, and he swears time slows in that moment as the screen lights up with [y/n]'s caller id. shakily, he picks the phone up and answers the call.

"hello...?" "spence! oh em geee, heeeeeey! i'm hooome, i totally forgot to tell you so hi cutie, i'm home."

the soft giggles and steady breaths only fuel spencer's rapidly beating heart, and a soft smile tugs at his lips. "hey, [y/n]. i was starting to think you were hurt or something... but i'm glad you're home safe and sound." there's a pause of silence, before he swallows thickly and opens his mouth to speak again. "you okay..?"

"keep a secret! courtney didn't text me back so i'm sharing this super top secret secret with you! i have these ultra big feelings for spencer... isn't that crazy?" he so desperately wished he was there to take care of them. he knew they were a talkative drunk, he knew they never drank enough water and he just hoped their roommate would urge them to do so... he knew everything about them, everything came so naturally with them. so why was he surprised? everyone already thought they were dating, three long years of friendship, they were constantly asked if they were dating. within the three years of friendship, spencer had developed those deeper feelings pretty quickly.

but for some reason, when he was hit with the sudden truth that they returned his feelings... why was he so flabbergasted? the intense feeling bubbling in his chest, the quickened breaths, how his hands felt clammier than usual. "spenceeeeee? you theeeere?" "oh, fuck, uh .... sorry, [y/n]. yeah, uh, yeah your secret is safe with me."

there's a selfish part of spencer that decides to keep this to himself, to cherish in this moment. the whole awkward conversation that was bound to happen was an issue for future spencer.

but for now, [y/n]'s giggling voice telling him they felt the same was all he cared about.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

modern day curtis and shepard gang headcannons? Like they're old men and women

Hi anon! Sorry this took so long I'm a certified human disaster and my life is kind of in shambles rn

ANYWAY modern day old outsiders headcanons:

-First of all I did some quickmaths, so Darry would be 79 in 2024, Two-bit and Tim Shepard would be 78, Steve would be 76, Soda would be 75, and Curly & Angela Shepard would be 74, and Ponyboy would be 73

-Realistically atp Two would have died of like liver failure but I'm gonna try not to make this a bummer so lets say my man is in a nursing home and spends all day flirting with the nurses and the ladies in the home (who all adore him)

-Lbr Darry would absolutely be the grumpiest of old men (him and Two are in the same home) but he also tells the best stories and is secretly a big softie so all the young, nervous nurses like him the best

-Tim Shepard would rather be dead than in a nursing home and he says as much to anyone who ever suggests he needs one. Angela keeps trying, because he's barely mobile (old injuries + arthritis) but he refuses. Angela knows it's because Sylvia is burried in the graveyard down the block from there, and Tim doesn't want to leave his best friend, even though she's been dead for years he still can't leave her

-Angela lives alone. Having grown up in a turbulent house and worked almost every day of her adult life she enjoys her solitude. Nowadays she takes her fighting spirit to Monday night bingo where she CAN and WILL still strangle you Betty Anne if you try callin' bingo again when we both knows you aint got it-

-Steve and Sodapop live together at the old Curtis house. The neighbours kids have it rough so they come around a lot. Soda bakes cakes when he's got the energy, and Steve has mellowed a bit in his old age and spoils the kids rotten even when lecturing them and basically they act like grandfathers to these two little delinquent kids, who in turn do chores around the house so Soda and Steve can KEEP living there and don't have to go into a home or something

-Curly Shepard and Ponyboy Curtis live together, in a little apartment (Pony moved back to Tulsa when he retired, and Curly followed him like he always does. It's a little inside joke of theirs, since ever since they got together they've never been apart for more than a few days). Neither of them will admit it, but Curly's mind isn't what is used to be, the result of all those head injuries when he was younger finally catching up to him, and it kills Ponyboy a little to see the confusion in his eyes and the way he gets agitated when he can't remember something.

-The Curtis brothers all do that thing where they're always on the phone with one another

-Tim, Angela, and Curly all go out for breakfast together on Saturdays

-Tim has a walking stick and uses it to whack people with

-Two-bit manages to talk one of the nurses into smuggling him extra pudding cups with his dinner and the other residents (including Darry) get real up in arms about it

-Steve and Soda have tv shows that are on at a certain time each week that they steadfastly refuse to miss even though the neighbour kids have tried convincing them to get a netflix account and showeed them how to use the DVR so they could record them

-Steve complains about modern cars and their 'new fangled technology with their screens and electric engines' not being as good as the cars from when he was young

-Darry and Ponyboy compete to see who can get the wordle in the fewest guesses and they both sulk if they lose

[superanimepirate]

I really want to only use Firefox, but does anyone know how I can play videos in it?

Netflix wont play videos, Paramount + wont play videos (free trial courtesy of mint mobile, decided to try it), pirate sites wont play videos, and youtube wont play livestreams.

And Archive of our Own doesn't work either!

I have tried every website to try and figure out, resent hardware acceleartions, add-ons, adblock, clearing my cache/cookies, updated the browser, ect and I can't even find these specific error codes. Turned off VPN, reset router, and this has been going on for months. They all work just fine on chrome, and even edge. This is an issue on my phone and laptop

Does anyone know where I can post this issue (I've never used reddit, it scares me)

I don't have all of the error codes rn, but these are some.

[muddyorbsblr]

you deserve better

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Summary: When all the plans you'd made for today go down the drain, the last person you expected shows up at your door to try turning the night around

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst; language; craptastic friends [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad, that is all 🫠

"Fucking dammit!"

You gripped your phone tightly in your hand, resisting the urge to chuck it into the sea right where the ship's rotor blade was located. Tears burned behind your eyes as every message you'd missed in the last week while you were on this research trip with Monarch trickled in at a steady pace now that you and the rest of the crew had signal again.

Where your fellow scientists were calling up loved ones on FaceTime with bright smiles on their faces and assurances that they were on their way back home, you had an influx of messages from your friends telling you that no, they wouldn't be making your birthday dinner tonight after all.

"Doctor Y/L/N?"

Oh fuck not him, doesn't he have a pool bar to get to so he can snap his fingers and get tonight's lay? you snidely thought to yourself, steeling your stance at the sound of former Captain James Conrad's voice. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him. "What's up, Conrad? Looking to split an Uber and Brooks doesn't wanna--"

"Are you alright?"

His question felt like a shock to your system, making you blink your eyes repeatedly as if you were trying to get your bearings back. "Of course," you lied through your teeth. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well…" he trailed off, motioning toward your hand. "You're gripping your mobile so hard your knuckles are turning white, for one."

You glanced at your hand, sighing when you saw your skin stretched taut over bone and trying to relax your grip somewhat. "Fine," you gritted out. "If you really wanna know, it's my birthday today. I had plans to spend tonight with my friends once I'd unpacked and washed that goddamned island off of my skin. But some people in that group can't seem to let petty high school shit go, and today when we finally got signal again I got a metric fuckton of messages from one of said friends calling me either a bad friend or a dumbass for extending an invitation to my friends because it's inconvenient for her, which then led to a domino effect of if she's not going then I'm not going and now…" you trailed off, chuckling sardonically to yourself. "Now no one's going."

Something akin to pity crossed the tracker's eyes, making you look away. The last thing you needed right now was the most jaw-droppingly unfairly handsome man on the face of God's green earth to look at you like a sad wet little puppy left out on the side of the road.

"Anyways I'm off," you said a little too chipper it even made you cringe a little inside. "Got a date with a pizza box, fridge full of wine, and my Netflix account. 'Till the next one, Conrad."

Before he could say anything else, you were already walking to your Uber that just pulled up, finally letting yourself let go of all the hot air you were running on and quite aptly feeling deflated. When you were finally far enough from the port that Conrad wasn't even a speck in your line of sight, you felt the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

You felt exponentially worse when you got home, most of the food that you'd placed an order for before you left on the trip to be delivered today already waiting on your porch.

"Fucking dammit," you repeated, albeit this time with a whimper rather than a roar. You propped your door open and started bringing the food in, deciding to set aside a couple of days worth of meals for yourself and then giving the rest to a nearby food bank so that it would at least do some good.

It took a few hours but you were finally perched on your couch, wearing a comfy pajama short set, Kate & Leopold playing on your TV, and tucking straight into a tub of mudslide ice cream just letting the night pass. This definitely wasn't how you pictured spending your 30th birthday, but you strived to remember that there could have been worse ways to spend tonight.

You could've been mediating between spatting friends because they couldn't manage to keep civil for one night, or you could've been on the receiving end of Deena's tirade about "how duplicitous you were to drag her into a gathering with Shana". The island would've been a better alternative than dealing with that all night.

About 30 minutes into the movie you heard a knock on your door, causing you jump in your seat. "I didn't order anything!" you hollered toward your front door, wincing at the pins and needles starting to prickle at your feet and lower legs from the motion.

Whoever was outside knocked again, this time a bit more persistent with the sound booming across the living room. Your visitor, whoever it may be, wasn't here by mistake, and they weren't about to be waved off with a simple 'go away I'm pissy'.

"I told you, buddy, I didn't order any--" Your words stopped short on the tip of your tongue as you saw nothing but broad shoulders clad in a familiar tight and worn blue t-shirt stretched tight over well-defined pectorals, only this time with an off-the-rack casual blazer draped over it. Your eyes slowly traveled upward to meet the oceanic blue eyes that quite frankly you constantly tried and failed not to dream about whenever you drifted off to sleep at night. "Conrad…" you said his name slowly, as if every part of your brain was fighting against accepting the reality that he was here now, looking like the human embodiment of Lust on ridiculously long legs. "What're you doing here?"

There were quite a few thoughts that crossed your mind in the last few hours, scenarios that you'd conjured up on how the rest of the night would go, each of them dwindling in their respective probability as the hours ticked on. Former SAS Tracker James Conrad being at your door, however, was definitively not among those scenarios.

"Erm…I thought I would come over to check on you. You were visibly…understandably…upset when we parted ways at the pier," he answered, shifting his weight to one leg as if trying to make it all sound so casual. He looked over at how you were dressed, from the haphazard ponytail down to the fuzzy monster slippers covering your feet, and resumed his stance that you'd grown accustomed to with the squared shoulders and the ramrod straight back as if he was back on training grounds. "Get dressed, Y/L/N."

You jerked your head backwards, surprise and confusion flooding your system at the soft spoken order. "Why?"

"I'm taking you out for dinner," he stated plainly. "I know you had plans for tonight and they didn't pan out the way you intended. No one should such an important day alone unless they really want to."

"Conrad, please. I'm fine, everything's fine. You don't have to check in on me or take me out to dinner or keep me company out of--I don't even know, pity? You have your own thing and I don't wanna keep you from it or the hordes of women who would probably abandon all common human decency and trample over each other to get that blazer off of you." You finished your little lament with a wave toward the garment, already stepping back like you were about to send him off to better and more interesting company.

When he sensed what you were about to do, he reached out, putting your hand in a delicate hold. "The night has barely begun, and you're in pajamas, eating ice cream, and one of your comfort movies is playing on the screen." He motioned his head towards your TV, where Hugh Jackman and Meg Ryan were currently paused mid-waltz on a New York rooftop. He brought his hand up to cup your face, swiping his thumb over the corner of your mouth before softly saying, "This isn't fine. And I know that I'm not the company you expected or perhaps even prefer. I just--I wanted to come here tonight and just let you know…that I'm here. So…you could join me for dinner or alternatively I could join you here and you can talk my ear off with your movie commentary. The point is that you won't be spending your birthday alone."

His words left you stunned to near silence. "I uhm--I'll go get dressed then." You stepped back from his hold, an irrational part of you already missing his touch, awkwardly waving toward the sitting area. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

Once you'd started to make your way up the stairs, Conrad made his way to the living area of your house, a smile making its way to his face as he looked at the framed pictures you had on your shelves, your dimpled toothy grin on full display. "Oh, Y/N," he breathed your name almost reverently in the silence. "How the hell am I going to move on from you now?"

Earlier today when you'd all disembarked off the ship, he had plans to wash up and head off to a bar to look for someone to keep him company for the night, perhaps until Monday when you were all expected to return to Monarch for briefing on your next mission. All he wanted was to find someone who held even the faintest resemblance to you and lose himself in the chimera that you were the one he was with, that he held you in his arms as he woke up that next morning, and with that indulgence to tide him over for some time, perhaps he could maintain the professional, nearly friendly, relationship that he had with you without running the risk of putting that in jeopardy all because he couldn't keep his affections in check.

Those plans all went down the drain when he saw how you were fighting back tears explaining how your plans for tonight had gone off the rails. When his choices for how to spend the night were spending a few empty hours with someone he would meticulously compare to you or making sure that your birthday wasn't going to be spent alone and licking wounds that should never have been dealt to you in the first place, there was no choice to make.

Tonight's objective was simply to wipe the frown away from your perfectly enchanting face, perhaps even get you to smile. And maybe somewhere along the way finally get you to see him as someone more than just your colleague. Someone that cared. A friend, if he was really going to push it.

And maybe if he was going to entertain the moon shot that played in his most self-indulgent daydreams…a lover.

The sound of you clearing your throat brought him out of his thoughts, the sight of you in your simple pale blue dress with a slight teasing cutout by your waist stealing every bit of his breath away. "Too much?" you asked him, your tone shaky.

"Not at all," he croaked out, clearing his throat before speaking again. "You uhm…you look--You're beautiful." The tiniest smile played at your lips as you motioned for him to follow you to the door. "You always are," he murmured under his breath.

"What was that?" you called out absentmindedly, still steadily making your way to the front door.

"N-Nothing," he stammered. "I was just…admiring your home. It's lovely."

"It's too damn big is what it is," you scoffed as he passed you at the threshold before locking the door. "That's what I get for being perpetually alone, I guess. Just my luck that every guy I ever even tried to date fully expects me to hang up my coat and give up my research so I can play housewife." Your eyes misted over again as the next words came out. "Not a single soul on God's green earth that could deal with that." You turned the key with a little more force than necessary, the lock clicking into place with a resounding knock.

When the two of you made your way to his car, he opened the door for you, your disbelief at the gesture evident in your eyes. And when he was sure that you wouldn't be able to hear him through the car's closed door, he whispered to himself, "I could deal with that. If it meant that you were mine, I could deal with anything."

A/N: Happy happy birthday @liminalpebble!! I hope this puts a smile on your face today and that you have a spectacular year ahead of you, bestie 🥹🥹 Many many hugs from me and Grassy the Mango (even though the bub hasn't arrived yet but it will…today. I think…)

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[bronzetomatoes]

do y'all fuck w my essay

The Shift From Broadcast TV To Made-For-Streaming Has Hurt Its Impact As A Medium

TV shows have long been one of the most widely efficient ways to share a story, but could that be on the decline? While it is considered by some to be a subpar medium, here on the tail end of the Golden Age of Television we have seen the impact a good show can make. While TV shows have invented new subcultures, or new technology (Star Trek, inspiring both the concept of Fandom and the invention of the mobile phone), and series finales have brought whole communities together (M*A*S*H’s finale, Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen, was watched in over 60% of American households), the decrease in popularity of broadcast television could be spelling an end to this. While the concept itself isn’t going away, TV has seen some major shifts over the last number of years, and a lot of it is not looking good. The rise in streaming services is bringing changes to television that negatively impact the viewers, the creators, and the content itself.

Since 2018, networks have seen a decline of over 70% in TV shows with more than 20 episodes per season (Daniel Quinaud, Why Your Favorite TV Shows Are Getting Shorter, March 15th 2024). There hasn’t been a corresponding decrease in runtime, however, with episodes ranging from 40-60 minutes long, compared to the traditional 22-25. This shift has been facilitated by streaming services, as network television was not so often able to accommodate for inconsistent episode lengths. The weekly release schedule of broadcast television also encouraged the longer seasons that used to be typical, but are no longer necessary.

Sources reason that viewers prefer a more tightly-knit narrative, and that it is a struggle to retain viewership all the way through a 20-episode season (Quinaud), but how much of that can be explained by the nature of streaming services? The average viewer is far less likely to binge through 2-dozen episodes within a week of a series being released than they are to tune in once a week for 6 months. Not only this, but the scheduled broadcast will pick up new fans over the course of its airing and rerun cycle, while Netflix (for example) has a tendency to cancel any show that isn’t an overnight success. 

Whether or not the runtime itself has been decreasing, it still feels as though we, the viewers, are receiving a fraction of a TV show. They have too much plot to fit into their 6-episode mini-series, so they cut filler episodes. They cut filler scenes. They reduce any moments of chatter that fail to actively further the plot down to 20 minutes of their 200 minute run time; 10% is enough to explore our characters, how they work, how they act when they’re comfortable. Showmakers are so afraid of our boredom that they refuse to give us time to breathe. Action shows become messy and rushed, sitcoms shove an A, B, C, and D plot into each episode, and dramas give little-to-no time to process emotions because they need your attention. They cannot risk you losing interest.

Quality isn’t the only thing suffering from the shorter seasons, which made their way into the 2023 Writers Guild of America (WGA) strikes. What could have been a stable job becomes gig work; writers are used for 8 episodes (“13 at best,” says Miranda Banks, Marymount University’s chair of film, TV, and media studies (Gili Malinsky, TV and film writers share why they’re on strike, May 13th 2023)), when, in years past, a season meant being “guaranteed to be working for about nine months every year.” This, combined with shrinking writing rooms making it harder to find a job (unrelated to streaming services), was a major blow to writers’ job security. The aforementioned trend of cancelling made-for-streaming programs after a single season was another contributing factor to the writers struggling for work, and all three were components in last year’s strike.

While they don’t have the same problems with writing rooms, actors have struggled with cancellations and short employment periods. An issue exclusive to streaming that impacts both actors and writers, however, is that of residuals. While the creatives involved receive additional earnings from cable reruns, dvd releases, and even licensing to streaming services, they were given little-to-nothing by these services themselves (a major aspect of the 2023 WGA and Screen Actors’ Guild (SAG) strikes). While necessary progress was made, the fact remains unavoidable that those who are underpaid must overwork themselves to make ends meet. As long as artists are hopping between gigs with nothing to hold them over, writing and acting quality cannot be at its best.

The scheduled nature of broadcast television brings more than just structure, though. The consistent release of new episodes, watched at the same time nation-wide, brings a sense of community to fans of the programs. While more streaming services (namely Disney+) have been picking up on the benefits of a weekly release schedule, it isn’t on the same scale (one show at a time being released weekly for a month and a half, compared to multiple channels putting out a year-round new-episode-to-rerun cycle).

Other made-for-streaming programs that drop whole seasons at once are actively limiting the potential levels of discussion around them. Most viewers can’t afford to drop everything to watch a new TV show in one sitting, and in efforts to avoid spoilers they isolate themselves from fans that can. The minority that can binge all of Stranger Things does so, stopping to talk once they’ve completed the series. In doing so, details are missed or forgotten, certain aspects of the second or third episode are glossed over in favour of the more interest premier/finale, and so on. The rush to watch as fast as possible places attention to detail, appreciation of the art form (was it well written? Well directed? How was the acting? How much attention were you paying?), and serious thought as an afterthought to staying ahead. By the time everyone has finished the series, the hype will remain for about a month. By then, there will be something new to watch.

TV shows aren’t going anywhere, but it’s difficult to not see the trends of its decline. While cable becomes less and less popular in favour of on-demand streaming, there are fewer restrictions preventing these patterns from continuing. While we have seen major victories for the workers’ rights of creatives involved, we can only hope that an effort is made on other fronts; that they keep petitioning for shorter episodes and longer seasons, to go with their larger writers’ rooms and extended break times. We can hope that weekly release schedules become more popular across various platforms, but until then, we will continue the same way we have been, lately: rather poorly.

[theewokingdead]

Hard Day

gif: conveniently-available

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x wife!Reader

Summary: Frankie has a bad day at work and reaches out to you.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Rating: Mature

Content: Frankie as a dad. Whump. Angst. Family fluff.

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

A/N: I was at the hospital yesterday for an appointment and parked near the helipad. As I was leaving, a helicopter was waiting to airlift a patient, and I caught myself thinking of Frankie as an EMS helicopter pilot. My brain decided to create whatever this is. Parenting is hard as fuck and, at times, heartbreaking. But, wow, can it be wonderful.

Masterlist

It’s only two in the afternoon, but you’re already one hundred percent done with today. Today has been hard…and that’s putting it nicely.

Everyone warned you about the sleepless nights of a newborn, the whiny stage of a baby that’s teething and wants to be mobile, the defiance and growing independence of a one-year-old, the big emotions and stubbornness of an eighteen-month-old, and the unpredictable force of fucking nature that is a toddler during the terrible twos. But no one – no one – ever warned you about whatever the fuck three is. Three has been making two seem like a walk in the park. It’s like raising a teenager – a “threenager,” as you’ve so kindly dubbed your daughter.

How can something so small be packed with so much attitude? And what made that attitude rear its ugly head today?

After a tough battle of wills, you finally manage to get little Luna to nap. The moment her bedroom door quietly seals shut behind you, a sigh escapes from somewhere deep inside you, your shoulders falling in defeat despite the momentary victory. Will it ever get easier?

Slowly, you trudge off toward the main bedroom. The toys on the floor and unfolded laundry sitting in baskets seem to leer at you as you walk along the hallway. There’s so much you need to do, but all you want to do is lay down and binge Netflix.

Before you fall into bed, you throw your phone onto your nightstand, grab the remote, and turn on the TV. Your body instantly becomes one with the mattress. The iconic “ta-dum” sound of Netflix gives you enough serotonin to not want to throw yourself off the roof. The show you selected loads, but suddenly your phone rings. Tossing your head back and closing your eyes, a groan of frustration escapes your lips. Somebody always needs something from you.

Inhaling deeply, mentally preparing yourself for the call, you grab the phone from your nightstand, briefly seeing a picture of your husband before you swipe to answer. Usually, you’re excited to receive a call from him while he’s at work, but right now, you just want a single minute alone.

“Hello?” you speak, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

The quiet at the other end of the line stretches on so long, you begin to wonder if you’ve been disconnected. You pull the phone away from your ear long enough to see the seconds of the call tick by, indicating the call is still connected.

Confusion mixes with your annoyance. Had he accidentally butt-dialed you?

“Frankie? You there?”

Another several seconds of silence follows before it’s broken by a breathy, “Yeah. I’m here.”

Immediately, you sense that something is off. Your frustration fades away, immediately replaced by fear. Your heart pounds as you push yourself up in bed with your free arm and swing your legs over the side.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” A stifled sob follows.

“What is it, baby?”

“Nothing.” His tone alone makes it clear that it’s not nothing. “Look, where, uh… Where’s Luna?”

“She’s sleeping,” you respond. “She’s been refusing a nap all afternoon, but I finally just got her down. She wanted you.”

You’re met with a silence so thick over the phone line that you swear you can hear its density. Finally, you hear a sharp intake of breath followed by a sob.

You listen helplessly, tears pooling in your own eyes as his anguish becomes yours, despite not knowing the cause.

“Frankie, sweetheart,” you gently press. “What is it? Talk to me. Please.”

He sniffles, sounding as though he’s trying to collect himself. “A bad call. That’s all. I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you.”

As a former Delta Force operator and current EMS helicopter pilot, Frankie has seen plenty of things. Very few things unnerve him. Though you feel he simply bottles up his feelings, he can effectively desensitize and compartmentalize them. He rarely goes into details about the difficult calls and patients he deals with, wanting to leave the stresses of his job at the door. But sometimes, it’s impossible to keep his work from bleeding into his personal life.

“No. No, you can always call me,” you assure him. “Please. Let me help you.”

“There was an accident,” Frankie responds after more silence, his voice small and shaky. “A little girl, no older than Luna…”

“Oh, Frankie…,” you coo, your heart breaking for him as you understand.

“I flew as fast as I could, but I don’t think they’ll be able to save her.”

More tears well up in your eyes, your heart swelling with grief. You wish you could hug him through the phone. “I’m sorry,” you say, knowing the words mean next to nothing, but you don’t know what else to say. “It isn’t your fault. You did what you could.”

“She’s just a kid.”

“I know,” you whisper, silent tears slipping down your cheek.

“I can’t stop seeing her face, her little body on that stretcher,” Frankie admits. “And I can’t stop thinking…what if it was Luna?”

“Frankie…” You pause, biting your lip to keep it from quivering, trying to keep yourself from falling apart. “It wasn’t her. It won’t be her. Luna’s okay. She’s safe. She’s sleeping soundly in her room dreaming of all the ways she can wreak havoc on our lives when she wakes up.”

A short, brittle laugh fills your ear.

“I can’t promise that bad things won’t happen,” you continue. “I wish we could wrap her up in a bubble and keep her safe from harm, but we can’t. We can’t control everything in life, even when we think we can. But the things we do control… Baby, you’re nailing it. Luna is happy and healthy and thriving.”

“I can’t take all the credit for that,” Frankie breaths, causing you to smile softly with pride.

Looking to your nightstand, you search for the right words to say. Your eyes fall on a framed picture of you and Frankie snuggling a newborn Luna.

“Do you remember what you told me when we first brought her home from the hospital?” you question. “When I kept hovering over her bassinet every five seconds, checking that she was still breathing?”

Frankie chuckles, seeming to remember the moment. “That you were going to smother her with love before she’d ever get the chance to try to smother herself with something else?”

You giggle softly. “No, not that part. What you said after that. You told me to take a deep breath and just trust that everything will be okay, that I had done what I could to make things safe for her, and that everything else was out of our hands. Then you said that if things are ever not okay, we’d have each other to get through it, that we would help each other make everything okay again.”

“Damn,” Frankie replies, sounding as though he’s feigning shock, a hint of a smile in his voice. “That sounds like some quality Morales morale boosting.”

His response brings another smile to your face.

“You should really try practicing what you preach, Francisco,” you jest.

His chuckle is followed by a deep breath and audible exhale. “I know, baby. Sometimes I need a little reminding.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”

“I’d be lost without you,” Frankie admits, as he has done so many times in the past. “Mi estrella de norte.”

You beam at the sound of your nickname, having been dubbed his “North Star” so long ago, early on in your relationship.

“I’ll wake Luna so you can say hi,” you say, breaking the silence that fell between the two of you.

“No,” Frankie says, stopping you before you can rise to your feet. “Let her sleep. I gotta go anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll be home in a few hours. Give her a kiss from me though? Tell her I love her.”

“I will.”

“I love you too, baby. So damn much.”

“I love you.”

“See you when I get home.”

You force a small that Frankie can’t see, trying to keep yourself together more so than him. “See you.”

With that, you remove the phone from your ear and tap the red button, ending the call. You sit on the edge of your bed, clutching your phone. Alone, you let the tears fall from your eyes. You try to breath, but only jerky, quiet sobs come out.

Today was a hard day…but at least you still have tomorrow.

Hours later, you’re sitting at the kitchen table with Luna, pretending to be a customer at a restaurant while she makes pretend food. There’s nothing more appetizing than smashed-up Play-Doh of various colors mixed with crumbs still on the table from lunch. And is that hair? Yum.

“Nom, nom, nom,” you exaggerate, turning your head and pretending to stuff the Play-Doh pizza she insisted you eat in your mouth, hiding it in your hand after it seems to disappear inside you. “Mmm.” You theatrically rub your belly. “That was the best pizza!”

“Mommy!” Luna squeals through giggles. “You don’t really eat it!”

Her laughter puts the brightest smile on your face.

You don’t hear the front door unlock and open. Luna is the first to catch sight of her father, leaping out of her chair screaming, “Daddy!” while running to meet him.

“Lunita!” Frankie exclaims, matching her enthusiasm. He drops down, arms wide open, allowing her to run into his arms.

The little girl flings her arms around her father’s neck. A large palm urges her cheek to rest against his shoulder, the other holding her tightly against him. He cradles her head, closing his eyes to savor the moment. Frankie holds on, seeming as though he’s never going to let go.

You watch from several feet away, standing with one arm hugging your body, a hand covering your mouth as you fight the urge to break out in sobs.

After what seems like a long time, Frankie opens his eyes and looks up at you, his eyes soft and shining with tears. You offer him a small smile, looking at him through blurred vision.

“Daddy!” Luna proclaims, letting go of his neck and pushing herself back to look at him, stealing his attention from you. “I made pizza. Wanna try?” 

“Pizza?!” Frankie questions.

“Yeah! Come try it.”

“Alright, bebita, I’ll try your pizza. But let me see your mama first.”

“Okay,” the little girl grumbles.

Frankie raises to his feet, looking from the little girl to you. Your eyes remain locked as he slowly strides across the room to you, where he pulls you into his arms. Slipping your arms around his torso, you lay a cheek onto his chest, clinging to him. You can’t help but feel safe.

“You okay?” you question.

Frankie breathes in deeply, his chest rising and falling as he exhales. “I am now.”

“Daddy!" Luna's voice rings, interrupting the moment. "I wanna hug Mama too!”

The two of you chuckle, knowing your daughter never likes being left out. After breaking apart, you scoop the little girl into your arms, allowing her to hug you as Frankie envelops you both.

Today was a hard day, but you wouldn’t change a thing.

[televisionenjoyer]

why did you discontinue the turkish house project :(

that's actually a great questionnn because I loved the turkish house MD adaptation translation project and I think about it every other day

It wasn't one thing or the other but rather a combination of things, mainly:

Getting the episodes was a huge hustle: I had to pay for the Kanal D app subscription that would ONLY work on mobile, then screenrecord the episodes, making SURE that my notifications were completely off and that no pop ups would interrupt the 45 minute run of the episode. Goes without saying that I couldn't use my phone for anything during that period

Subbing takes sooo much time. It wasn't the first time I ever subbed but all my previous experience at work and independently was of videos no longer than 10 minutes. A 45 minute episode was huge, and they would take me several hours. Hours I didn't have because of my job (fortunately I got more home office days so I could potentially solve that issue)

Not only is subbing hard, but I DON'T SPEAK TURKISH. to translate the show I was relying on two things: the spanish dub that I got from my Kanal D subscription, and an english subtitled source that was not only of a bad quality but also clearly translated into english by someone who wasn't 100% fluent in English. Now, English is not my primary language either, but I tried to make things at least a bit more cohesive (in hindsight I realize now it was worth trying to run the turkish version through premiere's voice recognition and a reputable translator to cross reference with both the spanish dub and the dubiously subbed version, but it did not occur to me at the time)

The audio situation was HELL. I went above and beyond to try to offer you guys the SOURCE material in the best quality I could achieve. With this I mean, I didn't see any point in offering these episodes with the spanish dubbed audio, personally, as someone who enjoys watching live action in its original language. I made it my mission to switch the audio of my source to the turkish audio from the dubiously subbed version. Here's an issue: not only were there minor synchronization hiccups that I had to localize and fix, but also the turkish run was the two hour long run in opposition to my 45 minute run version so I had to kind of find my starting spot. Not as easy as it sounds when the videos are TWO HOURS LONG and you're working with two different episode numbering systems 😵‍💫

The storage situation was unmanageable since I was using Google Drive at the moment. In hindsight I should have invested my time on further research on other sharing options like uploading it to archive.org or even making my own torrents

But honestly, mainly? There just wasn't as much engagement as I was expecting. That was maybe the biggest thing. Knowing myself I would have kept pushing through for at least two or three more episodes if I knew enough people were interested. I felt like I was going above and beyond for this, working a lot of hours for free on something I was quickly losing passion on and I was doing it all for myself. So I just stopped.

I still have a special place for hekimoglu though, and a passion for rescuing lost media/abandonware that makes me want to give this another try, somewhere in the future. Also I was kinda hooked on the show and wanted y'all to get to the good bits so bad (I did way too much watching ahead). But who knows. At the moment I'm kinda disconnected from house md as a whole and also the fandom so it is possible that someone has found an easier way to access these episodes in good quality and I can just rest in peace. Maybe with house being on Netflix there's more interest from people that have a clue as to how to make the process less tedious. Maybe I could eventually figure out a way to make it work and bring it back. Maybe we could circulate a petition for Kanal D to offer these episodes with english subtitles once again.

[hughungrybear]

It has come fo my attention that, apparently, some MSP "fans" did not like the multiverse concept of the Our Skyy 2 episodes? Look, I get it. We all have expectations, but MSP was consistently subverting those expectations even in the original series. Just like when P'Aof tried gently to correct some BL tropes, P'Au also quietly gave us the scenarios that are least expected (i.e., Chinzhilla losing Hot Wave) in a seemingly light, happy-go-lucky BL.

We need to understand that, first and foremost, the BL industry is a business. Sure, there are advantages to giving in to what the customers (fans) wanted to see. However, only catering to that would stifle any innovations (in story-telling, like the multi-verse) that would likely move the industry forward. That's because, ironically, most customers have very poor skill of recognising what they really need. Innovative products like personal computer/laptops/tablets/mobile phones, Spotify, Netflix, cars, etc. all started even when there's no customer demand for it. It was only when the products are introduced in the market that customers realised that they needed it.

Likewise, I believe that with BL, you can't have good stories if all the production crew will care about is what the fans wanted/expected to see. Sure, one can criticise and dislike whatever is presented outright, but they really cannot demand that the industry should ALWAYS listen to consumers. There are criticisms that are generally helpful and can lead to improvement and there are criticisms that are rooted from entitlement and a lack of understanding, which can be reductive for the industry.

I don't know about you, but I am excited to see more BL series subverting my expectations and bringing new ways to tell good stories.

[flyonthewallmedstudent]

In what finding your passion looks like in medicine. maybe.

I work in IM.

Where most of the time it's a desk job. 80% of my patients can't realy communicate. My notes are often, "pleasantly confused" or agitated.

Plans are "collateral history" which means, call their fam on a phone. At my desk. then taking notes on a computer. ordering labs. ordering imaging. making a referral also consists of logging it in a computer, then making a phone call.

I enjoy my job, but it never makes for great television. There is literally a reality show being filmed in my hospital. And they're never interested in filming anything my dept does. I mean, I wouldn't watch what I do on television. My medical students I'm sure are confused by this job. The new ones anyway. Most of the job is sitting at a computer and looking at numbers. Unless they're really sick, in which case that becomes a code or a terrible conversation with families.

When I try do regular people stuff, like taking calls from I don't know, someone trying to sell me something or offer a service, while I'm at a code, in resus or giving a family bad news. I literally don't know what to say sometimes. The other side will ask, is this a bad time almost out of courtesy - and literally it is a terrible time. So, no I cannot actually carry on a 30 second conversation about an upgrade to my mobile plan while my patient is dying and the fam are here. I know they're doing a job. Not like they realize how extreme my job can be. It becomes a very surreal moment in my life. Or worse, I can't really tell my kids at the age they are, why I'm late to pick them up because literally someone's dying.

In the reverse situation. My junior coworkers freak out about waking up family in the middle of the night sometimes for their patients. I have to tell them, this is a 'new' normal, when your loved one is in hospital you'll want that middle of the night update no matter what, just call and wake them. We work in an abnormal situation all the time.

So when it's bad it's bad. When it's mundane, it's really mundane.

Anyway. Watching youtube/netflix on what the average person makes on the job etc. and what they do. I.e. on Mr Beast, an archeologist makes 100k a year to look at bones outside (sounds amazing by the way).

I think about what I make.

Actually most days I don't even think about it. I go to work. it's busy. Shit happens. It's an adrenaline rush. I go home to my kids, it's busy. After it all winds down I'm vegging in front of youtube again.

what's in a job anyway. if it's about the money, clearly i picked the wrong direction multiple times. I don't know how to describe the intensity of it sometimes.

The time I've left to myself is really used to relax after the highs and lows of work and life with kids.

Or worse. Time left is used to try to forget some of the intense moments that happen. Whether a bad outcome or a conflict with someone at work. Or not getting to the meaningful diagnosis or management issue in time, IM is a constant puzzle and some cases are challenging (these moments make you feel dumb and perpetuates imposter syndrome). It's a lot to take it. In some ways, "you get used to it." Which is the most over used phrase ever. How to to normalize things over time. Other times it's working on getting past it

It's pretty consuming job. When you enjoy something and it gives you meaning. Most of the time anyway. Slowing down to find balance is the hard part. We're not built to be machines that just go to work. You can make a lot of money in medicine if you tried, but you won't have energy or time to spend it. People go big when it comes to vacations now or honeymoons if they can take it. Because sometimes all you can do is take the day off to attend your own wedding. For parents who are not the primary caregiver, often all you get is 1-2 weeks off. Is it really worth any money? lol what's the value. I know a cardiologist who works too much cause they have 4 kids and childcare is expensive. But they love that job.

Is it a job? or a strange addiction.

[rare-agere-reverie]

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Heyyo! You can call me Reverie/Rev/Revi, pretty much any variation of that name, and I use all pronouns. I’m a regressor but I haven’t pinned down any sort of age range besides being younger than 10. This blog is 100% SFW and I’ll do my best to get rid of any negativity.

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❌ Sports RPF

❌ Luca

❌ Encanto

❌ Turning Red

❌ K-pop 

❌ DSMP

❌ Stranger Things 

❌ MHA/BNHA

❌ Danganronpa 

❌ Hetalia 

❌ Wednesday (Netflix show)

❌ FNAF

❌ Marvel (exceptions allowed)

❌ DC (exceptions allowed)

❌ Obey Me (that one mobile dating sim)

❌ Harry Potter 

❌ Steven Universe

❌ The Owl House 

❌ Homestuck

❌ Ouran High School Host Club

❌ Genshin Impact

❌ Supernatural 

❌ Any Horror Movies (exceptions allowed)

❌ Our Flag Means Death

❌ Beastars 

❌ Criminal Minds 

❌ Haikyuu!!

❌ Heartstopper 

❌ Sanders Sides

❌ Cookie Run

❌ She-Ra (Netflix show)

❌ Sally Face

❌ Hermitcraft

❌ What We Do In The Shadows

❌ Baldur’s Gate

[mygainyear2024]

I will call this day 0 otherwise I’ll confuse myself, so 1 April in Europe can be Day 1, except I fell asleep while trying to edit this last night, so I will confuse myself posting it on 1 April!

I feel very well equipped for this solo trip and future ones. I bought Keely’s old iPhone. This is the first phone I’ve owned! I’ve just had the work one, fearing I’d lose a second one! I have a portable mobile phone charger that appears to work well, AirTags attached to 3 items (as I did leave my new Apple Mac on a seat at the gate at Brisbane Airport last year)! I researched neck supports, and it was quite effective, and given the weather looked a bit rubbish in the Algarve on the advice of friends I raced out to MacPac and got a vest and I also invested in a Travelon cross body anti theft bag.

Today is a travel day. Brisbane to Dubai to Lisbon. Interestingly both Emirates Lounges were so quiet, as was Dubai airport mid morning. Is this cozzie lives? I asked a staff member in Dubai if it was due to Ramadan and he said no.

I met the lovely Tracey from seat 31D during the first flight. We were both up the back drinking cups of tea and stretching. She lives in Australia, originally from the UK, travelling back to Bristol to see her dying 62 year old sister 😢 She had an interesting story about terrible bosses, sea changes to Port Macquarie from Sydney and now due to her partner’s redundancy, three weeks after he achieved residency sponsorship from his employer, they are having several sea changes around Brisbane house and pet sitting while their place in Port Macquarie is listed on airbnb.

It gave me an idea about options for when I return as the beautiful 21 year old Anna, from the UK, has just signed the lease to rent my room for 3 months from 14th May 🤩 She’s studying forensic science and has a project at UQ. I have a feeling her and Rose are going to enjoy each others’ company.

I’d like to consider exploring house sitting locally and build up my references ahead of some potential overseas options💡 Any offers? Preferably modern, well appointed, comfortable, no pets and no gardening 😂

Now onboard the 7.51 hour flight to Lisbon. The lovely Calisa (flight attendant) came to my seat and welcomed just me back on board 😂 She said “let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your flight more comfortable”. I was too slow to say “upgrade me?” or “can you remove the crying babies and toddlers” This flight is very full.

Back to Netflix while I have access to my daughter’s account to download stuff. Just finished season 3 of Dead to Me, about to watch the last episodes of One Day. And started season 3 of Emily in Paris.

Usually I’d navigate public transport straight up but decided to order an Uber to the hotel and it worked really well. Felipe, the driver, was very surprised at how bright I was after all the travel.

I’m staying at Masa Hotel & Spa (it has a free gym which was great to use to shake off hours of sitting), near the airport (luckily flight didn’t start until around 6am) for 2 nights before heading to “home” in the Algarve for the rest of the month.