#next generation console

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

[spockvarietyhour]

Engineering Consoles and chairs, "Where No One Has Gone Before" & "The Best of Both Worlds"

[happyendingsong]

it's so hard being a kh mobile game hater and a kh4 hater. like looks around. you got anything in the back

[jacob-blogs]

The amount of people not buying a Switch 2 on launch gives me hope that there won't be any shortage/supply issues when it releases.

[paulinawoodpecker]

Valentina comforts vivi over a nightmare

@doughbrainer

[pokemonruby]

pokemon day is imminent and i don't even care about b/w remakes or a legends game or whatever i just want some semblance of mystery dungeon content please for the love of god.

[stairset]

I had Spider-Man 2 mailed to my house when I pre-ordered it and it hasn't arrived yet so I've just been spending my entire day dodging spoilery Youtube thumbnails like Tobey Maguire dodging Green Goblin's razor bats in slo-mo in that one scene.

[tenrose]

Absolutely insane to watch in 2023 Root and Finch building a supercomputer out of a playstation 3

[rivaiin]

i finally sold my old tablet that i didnt use anymore and got 85€ for it so guess who has money to get armored core now. hehe

[fb9062]

Why do you need to have an internet connection to play a game you just popped into your console

[unkownknowledge]

Minor thing but I absolutely despise that I can use an internet browser on ps5 because I could on ps4 and Xbox still has that

How am I supposed to pirate cartoons without an internet browser Sony?!?

[interplanetarypurplythornyrose]

"The ninth generation is the best looking generation of games-"

Why is there like one game with a functional mirror? We had that down in the PlayStation 2 era, why did we go backwards???

[confessionsofanarcadeaddict]

Episode 75 - ….Until It Wasn’t As Much Fun

Greetings, and welcome to Episode 75! In this one, Brian breaks down another top ten, talks about a game he did not like as much as the original, and closes things out with a brief discussion about a pinball machine that he spent quite a bit of money on.

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Top Tens – Driving Games (computer/console)

Are You Experienced? – Millipede

The Silver Ball – Star Trek: The Next Generation

[chuluoyi]

✎ baby to the rescue

- gojo satoru x reader

in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman

genre: immense fluff !! baby gojo and dad!gojo shenanigans~

note: based on this and this reel. with this i hereby declare that anything past chapter 235 is null and void HAHA anyway, i truly want to post remarried empress au by this week but since 261 leaks hurt me so much, i need more fluff so have to postpone it to next week :') tagging @karikari19hikariiii <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Your husband Gojo Satoru... is handsome as hell, which means your baby son is also undeniably good-looking.

"Why do you pout at me?" Satoru poked his squirming baby's cheek while pursing his lips too. "C'mon, smile! That auntie is smiling at you!"

Everyone who passed by them in Shinjuku shopping district turned heads to admire him and his pumpkin just a little longer, and Satoru visibly enjoyed the attention. He smiled back at them, occasionally winking even.

If only they knew how pretty his wife was too...

Wait, no! On second thought, if they know how hot you are, there will be problems!

You had left him to go to the nearest pharmacy to restock some things, while Satoru decided to entertain his baby in the toy section. He basked in the starry-eyed looks people were giving him... until he heard some strange sounds and turned to his baby boy—

—who was chewing the beak of a duck toy with all his might. Satoru was mortified.

"—! Let that go! Your mama will beat me if she sees you eating this!"

Your baby paid him no mind though, desperately pushing the duck into his mouth. Satoru sat him on one of the empty racks and began the tug of war—

"Let go!" he reprimanded. "You're so naughty, gods—!"

Some people were now openly giggling at both of them. His son tried to resist by rolling, and Satoru clicked his tongue. He then yanked the toy away until his baby finally let it go, sniffling sadly that his papa wouldn't let him have the duck.

"Oh, you..." he picked him up again and consoled the pumpkin. "You can't do that, you hear? First, it's not clean. Second, mama will grow two heads to chew you and me both, understand?"

No, your son totally didn't understand a thing. Satoru sighed, seeing his little blue eyes welling up with tears. He ruffled his head and pulled him close. "There, there... I'll get you ice cream, okay? Now let's go."

Satoru was determined to turn his son back into a smiling, happy baby. But just as he was about to head towards the ice cream parlor, he encountered the most unbelievable sight—

"Miss! I guarantee you'll love this credit card features!"

You. That was clearly you, and a salesman (or a bozo, in Satoru's eyes) was trying to bother you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no— thank you—"

Yet the bozo was still persistent, like the pesky fly he was. "You can use it to pay for your monthly beauty treatments! Someone as pretty as you..." He eyed you from head to toe, blinking suggestively. "Oh my! Your skin is flawless! You have to maintain it this way! I can also give you recommendations for—"

You were wearing a flare dress that made you look so young and petite, and obviously, Satoru too was lusting after you. And true, your skin was smooth like a soft serve of mochi, but still!

You are meant for him and his eyes only! Oho, this bozo would get heavenly punishment.

He had to get to you somehow, but this was public space and if he cooked up some sort of shenanigan, you would put him in sex ban. I can't have that! so Satoru wracked his brain to think of another way...

Once again, his gaze fell on his now calm baby, who was also looking at his mama over there with utter curiosity. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

"Hey, kiddo, look at that, a bad man is trying to take your mama," Satoru nudged him as if trying to egg him on. "We can't let that happen. Will you help me to save her, hmm?"

"Mama..." your baby looked back at him so innocently before smiling. "Mamaaa!"

"Good boy." Gods, his baby was so adorable, he almost felt bad for doing this but...

Swallowing his guilt, thinking he would make it up later, he pinched his son's butt a little too firmly—

"WAAAA!" and suddenly, the little boy burst into tears, and even Satoru was surprised by the sheer volume of his wail.

The sudden inconsolable sound of your baby sent you scrambling in panic, your eyes wildly searching for him, completely disregarding the credit card man. "My baby!"

"Eh?" the credit card man was visibly surprised. "Oh... so, you're married...?"

You immediately made your way towards Satoru and snatched your baby from him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, there, there... What happened to you?" you shot your husband a distaste look as your son kept wailing. "Satoru, why is he crying?"

He nonchalantly shrugged. "Maybe missing his mama? Dunno~"

By now, you had completely forgotten the credit card bozo, but he still looked at the three of you in mild surprise. Satoru took this chance to approach him and whisper in his ear:

"You see, my wife doesn't need your credit card," he whistled. "My cards or lumpsum money will do more than enough."

After seeing how pale the bozo looked, Satoru chuckled darkly... before leading you and your son away from the crowd, with one arm possessively around your waist.

Epilogue

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, okay!?"

Satoru looked down at his son in utter hopelessness, as the little boy refused to be held by him, looking at him with teary, resentful eyes, and backing away from him in his playpen.

Can babies hold a grudge? Satoru didn't know, but his son definitely was not happy with him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation other than his sin against him back this afternoon.

"I've bought you mochi ice cream!" he opened his palm to reveal the treat. "Don't you want some? Papa will give you some, yeah?"

Baby looked skeptical now, and at that moment, he resembled you so much—accusing eyes, pursed lips, exactly like the expression you would pull when you were unsure of what Satoru might do next. He almost chuckled at the resemblance, feeling giddy.

"C'mon, forgive me, yeah?" he patted his son's little beanie and offered his hand for him to take, eyes crinkling in fondness. "Now, here comes your treat, come closer?"

Your baby crawled closer, seemingly accepting him, and Satoru was all smiles, until—

Whack!

It happened in a flash. He could have avoided it, but he was too taken aback. The pain exploded in his jaw, so intense that he grunted loudly.

"What the—?! You... you—! You kicked me— in the face!"

[fozmeadows]

the older I get, the more the technological changes I've lived through as a millennial feel bizarre to me. we had computers in my primary school classroom; I first learned to type on a typewriter. I had a cellphone as a teenager, but still needed a physical train timetable. my parents listened to LP records when I was growing up; meanwhile, my childhood cassette tape collection became a CD collection, until I started downloading mp3s on kazaa over our 56k modem internet connection to play in winamp on my desktop computer, and now my laptop doesn't even have a disc tray. I used to save my word documents on floppy discs. I grew up using the rotary phone at my grandparents' house and our wall-connected landline; my mother's first cellphone was so big, we called it The Brick. I once took my desktop computer - monitor, tower and all - on the train to attend a LAN party at a friend's house where we had to connect to the internet with physical cables to play together, and where one friend's massive CRT monitor wouldn't fit on any available table. as kids, we used to make concertina caterpillars in class with the punctured and perforated paper strips that were left over whenever anything was printed on the room's dot matrix printer, which was outdated by the time I was in high school. VHS tapes became DVDs, and you could still rent both at the local video store when I was first married, but those shops all died out within the next six years. my facebook account predates the iphone camera - I used to carry around a separate digital camera and manually upload photos to the computer in order to post them; there are rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood still in envelopes from the chemist's in my childhood photo albums. I have a photo album from my wedding, but no physical albums of my child; by then, we were all posting online, and now that's a decade's worth of pictures I'd have to sort through manually in order to create one. there are video games I tell my son about but can't ever show him because the consoles they used to run on are all obsolete and the games were never remastered for the new ones that don't have the requisite backwards compatibility. I used to have a walkman for car trips as a kid; then I had a discman and a plastic hardshell case of CDs to carry around as a teenager; later, a friend gave my husband and I engraved matching ipods as a wedding present, and we used them both until they stopped working; now they're obsolete. today I texted my mother, who was born in 1950, a tiktok upload of an instructional video for girls from 1956 on how to look after their hair and nails and fold their clothes. my father was born four years after the invention of colour televison; he worked in radio and print journalism, and in the years before his health declined, even though he logically understood that newspapers existed online, he would clip out articles from the physical paper, put them in an envelope and mail them to me overseas if he wanted me to read them. and now I hold the world in a glass-faced rectangle, and I have access to everything and ownership of nothing, and everything I write online can potentially be wiped out at the drop of a hat by the ego of an idiot manchild billionaire. as a child, I wore a watch, but like most of my generation, I stopped when cellphones started telling us the time and they became redundant. now, my son wears a smartwatch so we can call him home from playing in the neighbourhood park, and there's a tanline on his wrist ike the one I haven't had since the age of fifteen. and I wonder: what will 2030 look like?

[mooningningg]

★ Dad!Toji handles his kid beating someone up.

The car ride to the school is tense.

Your leg bounces furiously while Toji drives with one hand on the wheel and the other arm slung casually over the console like you're not two seconds from exploding.

“I said I’ll handle it,” he mutters, glancing at you.

“Handle it?” you snap, eyes sharp. “You taught him how to fight, Toji!”

“Doesn’t mean I told him to break a kid’s nose,” he counters.

“He’s nine!”

Toji shrugs like that’s a technicality. “He’s a strong nine.”

You groan and rub your temples, your worry bubbling just beneath your anger. “What kind of elementary school fight ends with a kid missing a tooth?”

“The winning kind.”

You shoot him a glare so lethal he finally stops smirking. Mostly.

When you both enter the principal’s office, the air is thick with tension.

Megumi sits stiff in a plastic chair, arms crossed, scraped knuckles resting in his lap. He looks down, jaw clenched, lips pressed into a thin line. You can tell he’s bracing himself for a scolding.

Beside him sits a kid with tissue stuffed in his nostrils, a loose tooth in a ziplock bag, and a pair of parents who look one insult away from starting a second round.

The principal straightens behind the desk, trying to maintain control. “Thank you for coming. I wanted to speak in person because this incident was... serious.”

You fold your arms. Toji doesn’t bother sitting.

The principal continues. “According to several students, Megumi responded physically after the other student—” he gestures to the wounded boy “—called him a ‘fatherless bastard’ and said his mother was—well.” He clears his throat awkwardly. “Inappropriate.”

You blink. Toji’s fingers twitch.

“There will be consequences,” the principal adds. “Megumi will serve a one-week suspension and write an apology.”

Toji huffs a short breath. “Tch. That’s generous, considering the little punk’s still breathing.”

The mother gasps. “Excuse me?! Your delinquent son assaulted our boy!”

“He defended himself,” Toji snaps, tone sharp enough to slice glass. “You wanna raise a little shit who talks like that, expect a broken nose or two.”

“You’re all clearly violent,” she hisses, turning to you. “No wonder your son’s such an animal, with a mother like that—”

You cut her off before she can finish.

“My son is disciplined. He’s respectful, quiet, and kind. And the only reason your son’s sitting here with a bruised ego instead of a broken jaw is because mine still had restraint. So before you insult my parenting, maybe ask yourself why your child thought it was okay to talk about someone’s family like that.”

There’s a pause.

Toji whistles low. “Damn. That was hot.”

The other kid’s father scowls. “Your household clearly lacks any sense of structure. A woman like you raising a boy—”

“Oh, fuck off,” Toji interrupts, taking a slow step forward. “You think you’re fit to talk about parenting? I’m right here, asshole. Say that again.”

The dad pales. Sits down. Quickly.

“Didn’t think so.”

The principal clears his throat again. “Well. I think we’ve covered enough for today.”

In the car, it’s quiet at first.

You twist around in your seat, staring Megumi down. “I don’t care what he said. You do not get to put your hands on other kids. Do you understand me?”

Megumi nods, staring at his knees.

“You’re not in trouble,” you add, a little softer, “but this can’t happen again.”

“…Okay,” he mumbles.

Toji hums. “Not bad, though.”

You glare at him. “Toji.”

“What? He went low, Megumi countered high. Knocked the kid off balance, got one to the ribs, finished clean. That’s textbook.”

You groan. “Please don’t encourage him.”

“I’m just saying,” Toji smirks in the rearview mirror, “next time, angle left. Most kids drop their guard on their dominant side.”

Megumi, quiet as ever, cracks the tiniest smile.

You lean your head back and sigh.

God help you—there’s two of them now.