#partial file save

[mentalisttraceur-software]

Alright, so, to summarize all the Emacs Git/diff/pop-to-command/why-Magit-is-not-for-me posts: I am now a very happy user of one consistent interface for all diff-y text operations!

Before I headed down this path, I was looking at the prospect of having 3-5 different interfaces to deal with:

an Emacs-specific interface for Git (admittedly a very nice one for certain usage patterns and workflows - Magit brings some really really nice touches to the table),

a different Emacs-specific interface for viewing the differences between a file's on-disk and in-editor contents (Emac's built-in diff mode, which adds its own rather nice refinement to regular diff command output),

yet a third Emacs-specific interface for granularly applying/reverting changes between a file's on-disk and in-editor contents (Emac's built-in Ediff, which, again, is admittedly nice),

and possibly something else that I'd have to figure out, because after scouting a bit, it seemed that Ediff didn't really cover both partial save and partial reload out of the box.

And of course, I'd still occasionally find myself having to use the Git CLI outside of Emacs (and maybe even from inside Emacs, if I couldn't get Magit to properly wrap my git-cotree stuff).

And those Emacs solutions were going to demand specialized effort to learn, configure, integrate, work around, hack, and monkeypatch - much of that was not shared. There wasn't going to be any of the force-multiplication of just solving a thing in code/config once or mentally adapting once and getting the benefit everywhere. And I'd have to force them to behave in ways they weren't designed for where my UX preferences/needs were different.

Now, instead:

my Emacs interface for Git is just Git CLI commands, popping up in their own in-Emacs terminals when I call them;

my Emacs interface for getting differences between files on-disk and in-editor is just "git diff", using its built-in ability to work as a regular diff (which means I get niceties like Git's moved line detection and my git-delta setup);

my Emacs interface for granularly applying/discarding changes between a file and its buffer is just "git add -p" (the only touch I'm missing here is that I'd like to replace "Stage this hunk" in the prompt text with strings like "Save this hunk" and "Load this hunk", but near as I can tell that's hardcoded in one of the Perl files that make up the Git CLI);

to bring anything else into the same UI/UX, all I have to figure out is how to map those things into temporary files/directories for input and output (for example, grab the currently opened file or given file-name, and the first of its Syncthing sync-conflict files), and maybe more fundamentally how to enhance my diffing to handle them better (for example, bring in language-aware diffing like difftastic offers).

When I find myself outside of Emacs, the only thing I've lost is the efficient keybinds for the commands and the window splitting/management around them, not the core functionality and interface.

[freckleslikestars]

The X Files Quotes that I say/reference so often that I’ve had to make gifs of them part 2/?

[ferronickel]

So I'm thinking about replaying Deltarune before the new chapters come out, and I was thinking it might be fun to stream it. Saturdays make the most sense with my schedule, but what time would work best for y'all? I could be more specific, but in the end I'm going to have to pick a time that works for me, and I've discovered that trying to account for other time zones just leaves everyone confused, so:

If things are split I can also try alternating times, since this will probably take a few weeks. Plus there will be vods after the fact for anyone who can't make the time.

[chococookiez]

this has 2 saves already even though i haven't talked about it at all so ig there's an audience to throw it out to somewhere . fuck it we ball

WOE. INCOMPREHENSIBLE SLEEP TOKEN INFESTED GABV1EL PLAYLIST BE UPON YE.

[r0semultiverse]

I need to set up a kofi account too & tipping for posts. There’s some near future stuff going on where any help would be greatly appreciated.

[nonuel]

big fan of citadel dlc allowing me to invite up kaidan when he died way back in me1. and samara when she is also very dead. and letting me call my very-much-also dead mother, because this shepard is a colonist. it's ghost hour o clock here

[oysterboydringo]

she had fun at her party

[stolememory]

What is your greatest regret & what is your earliest memory? ( from the 100 important character questions 😙 )

❛[ 100 IMPORTANT CHARACTER QUESTIONS ≻ accepting

NOTES: What is your greatest regret

“&– - Few and far between as they are, it is not... impossible to have them. However, they are often miniscule, temporary, and rectified. Those I have let slip past my grasp, memories regained sooner or by those that should not have them per my actions in order to change that. None I would consider my greatest, as I do not let regret stew and fester long enough for it to weigh upon me.”

NOTES: what is your earliest memory?

“&– - My existence. My creation. My birth, if you wish. The coalescing of pieces, knowledge and truths deemed unfit for the product of reality. My body, my mind and myself forming from these tossed out ideas. My eyes peeled open, and I saw before myself-- - before times wings beat, the outstretching void of the beginning and the last murmurs at the end. I was aware before I was formed- from my formation did I stretch to become aware. That which was created, that which was always there.”

[andragoras-in-vanity]

Hes also a confirmed supporter of every canada based white supremacist group, wanted to outlaw homeless encampments without doing anything to actually treat the cause of them, want to repeal our universal healthcare, and vocally pro-trump.

if you havent voted yet today or in early polls, this HAS to be a strategic vote. meaning, as much as the liberals are nincompoops, theyre SAFE nincompoops. theyre the lesser of two evils and this isnt a provincial election, this is for the big seat, the most power, and the conservatives cannot get that. dont throw away a vote because all the options suck. we saw where the us has ended up. just suck it up and cast the vote thatll protect us going forward and we can continue to work for betterment from there.

and god forbid anyone on here would vote conservative but in case you would just because most of the pc premieres are (performstively) vocally opposed to trump.....its not the premieres that land in the prime ministers seat if they win, its pollievre, who will hand us over with no resistance.

i had an Experience while voting today with a protrumper volunteering at the polls so i havent included the information or words id really like to, but holy fuck this country is a shit show and i dont want to end up like my friends down south who are immigrating here. the provincial election didnt count mail-in ballots or alternative voting methods in parts of Southern ontario and there was no acknowledgment of that, so as a visibly trans person voting in a location infested with pc volunteers (actively tryingto promote their politics btw), im unsettled and not convinced mine or anyone else obviously opposed to pollievre will end up counted.

I know most people don't care about anything unless it has to do with the U.S. but can we please start talking about the Canadian election.

Please don't vote for Poilievre. He's basically the Canadian Trump and plans to put in place laws that harm trans youth, and lots of other shit.

Please vote istg this is the only way anything will get better. Poilievre has been kissing millionaires and billionaires asses. He'll make life even harder, and he loves Trump.

Reblogs are appreciated, especially if you aren't Canadian.

This post is about Canada, do not derail or say that "it's worse in America." Canadians are very scared, we deserve to talk about our issues without Americans talking over us.

[mentalisttraceur-software]

Tonight, I've put the last finishing touch of functionality on my partial-save and partial-revert functions in Emacs: they now work over TRAMP.

And in particular, they work locally on files remotely accessed over TRAMP. That is to say, the temporary files/directories get created locally, and the "git" CLI and my "gp" wrapper script run on my device where I'm running Emacs.

So if I use TRAMP to open a file on some server/router/whatever, even if I'm accessing that box for the first time without any opportunity to install Git or my scripts on it, my partial save and revert will "just work". (A lesser benefit is that I don't have to worry about the security of temporary files on the remote.)

(The actual change to do this was trivial. My diff-unsaved-changes function, which also uses the "git" CLI to provide a diff, has worked over TRAMP like this for months, and the pattern only needed to change slightly for partial save and revert. This isn't an impressive feat - it's just a happy conclusion to a 3-4 day story.)

[theycallmelynn]

Ah, goood ol' deltarune's out. Time to go to my bunker.

[longer-than-i-should-admit]

Well. I made myself as a Rook (and threw together my first Lavellan Vunlean this time as a Cullenmance on a whim), I’m really pleased with how she turned out, and I want to share her but…I have a crippling anxiety about showing my face online so nevermind 🙃it’s that accurate lol

[sylvanianfamiliez]

i’ve had to do this fight 6 times btw. i’ve won it every single time but something just keeps going wrong so i have to reload

[taylovelinus]

no offense but there is almost nothing in the world more shameful to me than letting your child be an ipad baby. I'm not saying parents don't have it hard, but I personally could not live with myself if I purposefully let my child get addicted to the technological equivalent of black tar heroin just because I'm too fucking tired to parent. literacy rates are at a record low right now -- partially because schools removed phonics from their curricula, yes, but also because fewer and fewer parents read to their children or encourage them to pick up a fucking book. you are allowing your child to emotionally and intellectually stunt themselves, and for what? I'm not saying kids shouldn't have any access to television or computers (they should, although particularly for computers I'd encourage one stationary PC in a computer room like we had in the 90's and 2000's), but no, your child should not have unsupervised, unlimited, unadulterated access to everything the web has to offer at the tender age of 6. or give them some age appropriate video games for god's sake. mario or spyro or SOMETHING. something other than tiktok and youtube. call me crazy for thinking that that's shit parenting. not to mention that by only giving them access to ipads and iphones that they don't know how to work actual computers anymore (go on, ask your 12 year old to open and save a file folder on your desktop, I dare you). a generation of shitty parents who have raised emotionally stunted low-attention-span illiterate incurious apathetic children who will very soon become an entire generation of illiterate incurious apathetic voters and consumers. that's another thing, too -- your children are constantly being advertised to and are being groomed to be relentless and uncritical consumers. your children are being preyed upon on multiple levels and you don't fucking care!! easier to call people giving you warnings "prudes" and "boomers" than actually think critically about your child and their future.

look I know parenting is hard. Unfortunately for you, your child didn't ask to be born, and it is nonetheless YOUR responsibility to raise them well and give them every fucking opportunity you can. and I am watching millions and millions of parents who could not give less of a fuck that they are actually materially disadvantaging their own children. im sick to my stomach for real.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Contained Monstrous Family  

Thinking about being born into a monstrous family

You, a baby human lovingly in the arms of a vampire man and his werewolf husband 

“Aw isn’t our little peony just perfect!”

“Another gorgeous cub, in our pack. Good job hon!”

“Thanks!”

Inside your opulent crib with a bone ladden mobile above you and the heads of two of your eldest siblings show

“They haven’t got nearly enough fur!” your moth brother says 

Your basilisk sister scoffs,” Or any scales for that matter!”

Life is lovely for awhile 

You’re the apple of everyone’s eye as the youngest of the family

But it’d be early on when you’d discover that wasn’t all that made you different

If they had been more careful perhaps you wouldn’t have discovered what the family hunts were all about 

Chasing humans–creatures just like you–for sport

Who could blame 5-year-old you?

The school lessons you’d sneak to listen to always said to call the authorities if something was wrong

You can vaguely recall the events that followed your brain clearly walling off the memory out of guilt

Time has passed and you are a partially thriving adult

Able to support yourself and devote your time to your study of the mythical

In a movement that had recently come to light, plenty of creatures spoken about in folktales were appearing

And your place of work was housing them

Housing was a strong word

maybe detaining and experimenting were better

As part of the maintenance crew, your job is to upkeep the creatures by their specified scientists demands

Occasionally offering your observations about whatever habits they have when it comes to eating, cleaning, etc.

As someone who’s been working with the facility for a long time so long you may not remember when you’ve become the experienced lead of your department

But you do still interact with the creatures specifically the most high-priority or high-maintenance ones

And like any other, you’ll report for duty with the newly acquired vampire 

Apparently, they’ve been talked about for their violence and intelligent ramblings

Claiming it was married to an earlier capture and the father of some others

So far it drained forty of your employees 

So now it was time for you to come face to face with this menace

You’ll wave off the security guard as you come up to the window

“Your file says your name is Villar? 

“GRAAGRH!!!”

“We won’t get very far if you keep lashing out like this. I’m in charge of making sure you eat, I suggest you get it in gear if you want to ever to see your husband again.”

At the mention of his husband the blonde vampire deflates

His black scleras morph into white 

He tiredly rests his head against the silver bars despite the skin burning

“You…will let me see him?”

You tilt your head sympathetically,” If you can comply with some of our tests. It’ll be a lot easier to make it a necessity for you two to meet if you cease killing so much of our staff.”

He growls tearing himself from the bars to glare 

“What do I have to do to see him?”

You smile flipping through your clipboard

“There’s three blood tests, four endurance tests, and intelligence quizzes for a start. That sound like a plan?”

The vampire reluctantly nods 

You look back at the camera and begin to walk out 

“Hey! What’s your name so I’ll know to tear your throat out if they lie to me?”

You smile again on your way out hushing the security guard

“I’m (Y/n). Pleasure meeting you Villar.”

The black-haired vampire loses his vitriol as he’s reminded of the little bundle he’s agonized over losing so long ago

“WAI–”

“Doctor (Y/n) your absolute genius has saved this company again.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I’m just someone trying to have a peaceful work environment.”

As planned you handle the older werewolf man

Violent, giant, and usually rotting in his corner 

He hasn’t moved much until you got involved

*knock**knock*

“Hey bud, I’ve got good news for you.”

At the sound of your voice, the werewolf Rod is at the silver bars, practically grazing them as he gets as close as he can to your little window

“Hello (Y/n), have you been eating well today?”

“Sure did but I have an update about your husband.”

He stills but looks interested

“He’s going to work with us so he can see you.”

“That is…what you want?”

“Yes and for you to do the same.”

He stands tall for once, taking an unusual air of authority

“I refuse to do anything if my conditions are not met.”

“Even if it means not seeing him again?”

He growls and turns away from the window

“Look my Uncle is not going to let me go in alone for your tests. Even if you’ve been peaceful so far, he just doesn’t want to take that chance.”

He snarls at the mention of your uncle 

“Fine. Then come in with twice as many guards but I will only agree if it’s you.”

You thank him for his time, “we’ll have to see what Uncle says.”

When you leave the werewolf man slinks back into his corner 

You’ll have to negotiate with your uncle about the most prized pieces of his collection his facility

Not to count the latest editions claiming to be related to the vampire and werewolf 

The real obsession starts because every member of the original family realizes just who you are 

And using your job as a mediator to piece together how you managed to slip out of their grasp

When Villar and Rod finally meet they nuzzle and kiss each other as they whisper to one another

“That’s them! Isn’t it? Our baby’s okay!”

“I know, now we just have to take them far away from here.”

Thus chaos is bound to ensue as they balance escaping with their long-lost human child 

With promises to pay back your abductor and all these scientists back ten-fold for the pain they’ve brought their little family

Part 2

[rainrot4me]

Rain’s Kinktober 2024 - 06

Hoodie x Female Reader - Thigh Riding/Sex on Film

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Thigh riding, partial dub-con, degradation, teasing, orgasm denial, orgasm control, blackmail, secret recording, Hoodie is mean, begging, punishment

Tag: #rainykinktober2024

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It was near annoying how needy you were.

To Hoodie, anyway. For him and his attention.

He was focused on his handheld camera, shuffling through old footage to work through as your little huffs and whines filled his ears.

Resting back in his desk chair, the illumination from his dusty computer monitor shone onto your flushed face, tears gleaming down your warm cheeks. He shifted his leg, your whimper causing him to sigh and glance down at all the commotion.

“Are you done yet?” He sneered, resting his elbow on the arm of the desk chair as he watched you rut your hips with an unimpressed stare. You had been grinding onto the toe of his boot for the past ten minutes, your panties soaked and practically dripping onto the black leather.

You had only gotten into this position when the blonde refused to whip his dick out, shoving you off with the intention of uploading footage to the save file he had- which was taking forever. So when he ignored your palming at his jeans, sliding down to your knees with pleading eyes, you knew this would catch his attention.

Until it didn’t, and your sore cunt was nearly throbbing in pain from the desperation and lack of good attention. Hoodie kept his word, barely glancing down at you as you ruined the good leather of his boots.

You shook your head, arms wrapped tight around his muscled calf as you pressed your cheek against his knee, blubbering your pleas. “Need’a cum… Please- M’hurts-”

Hoodie groaned, glancing towards the screen of his computer. It would be another 10 minutes before the file was up and he could comb through the footage, so he really had no reason to be so mean.

He just loved to watch you get all mad and whiny, practically sobbing at his feet. It really was a sight.

Flipping his camera around, he pressed record, unbeknownst to you. He set the device up on his desk, angling the lens to point directly at his lap as he reached a hand out. “C’mon then.”

You nearly screamed, tears wilting from your heavy eyes as you forced your shaky legs up, reaching for him. The blonde shook his head, tapping his fingers onto the arm of his chair as he watched expectantly.

You didn’t need to be told, reaching for the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head, your bra quickly falling too. Hoodie watched on, making sure the camera was catching every second of your embarrassing whimpers as you finally pushed your panties down. The glow from the computer monitor gave away the arousal that dribbled from your cunt, puffy lips slick between your shaky legs.

“Turn around.” You faced the camera, unaware it was recording your sweet face nervously climbing back into the chair with the blonde, straddling his leg. Hoodie’s hands gripped tight onto your bare hips, the plush skin warm and sticky with sweat under his touch.

You were pleading for his cock, rutting your hips back with the expectation of sliding back onto the length. But when his hands forced your hips down, your bare cunt, puffy and aching, connected with the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Mnn- No…” You’re pawing at his knees, trying your best to look back at him as the camera catches your every desperate cry. The tears really flow now, aggravation pushing you to sob as Hoodie just smiled.

“What do you mean, no? You said you need to cum, so get on with it.” His voice sounded bored, irritated at the fact that you would even think he’d fuck you. But behind you, just out of view, Hoodie was writhing in arousal at your distress. The way you cried, your flushed skin, everything about the way you needed him just turned him on something awful.

He dug his fingernails into your hips, forcing your cunt to rut back and forth on the rough fabric of his jeans. You hissed, arching your back to press your clit down harder, catching the bud of nerves with every movement. Hoodie watched the patch of wetness grow on his thigh, your arousal soaking in and shining in the light.

In all honesty, Hoodie didn’t mind helping you, it was more-so the fact that you just couldn’t wait. So impatient, he hated that. It was only right he served you a proper punishment.

He was forcing you to make a mess, thick tears glistening on your cheekbones as your lips gaped open, strained moans and annoying whines with every movement. The flush press of your cunt against his clothed leg had it rubbed raw and red, a deep swell building in your gut.

“Hurts- It, ah- hurts!” You grit your teeth, letting your head fall between your shoulders as you thrust your hips back. You wanted to take a moment to lift off and breathe, but Hoodie kept you down, forcing you to keep moving. Your thighs were shaking, fingernails nearly tearing into his jeans as you fucked your back, begging for release.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re the one who was begging earlier, hun.”

“No- Fuck, please- Stop-” Hoodie didn’t appreciate the fact your face was hidden from the camera now, running a hand up to tangle into the back of your hair and jerking your head back. You hissed, clenching your teeth at the sting.

“If you don’t like it then why are you so fucking noisy and soaked? Sounds like you’re a liar, [Y/N].” You’re trying to shake your head, but Hoodie’s got a firm grip, forcing your cunt to slick across the damp fabric over and over. You could feel the sticky sweet buildup in your gut, a tight cord you couldn’t help but chase after.

Hoodie could see it in the way your legs tensed, your shaky arms nearly buckling under your tired weight. He nudged his boot further back, pressing his knee up further as you cried out, clenching your thighs against his.

He smiled, releasing the fist he had wrapped around your hair, clamping both hands against the plush of your hips. You were nearly there, pain subsiding as you chased your orgasm, the build up so sweet you were nearly smiling.

Until the blonde was hauling your hips up, forcing the contact off and quickly losing that wonderful feeling of near-release. You sobbed, trying so hard to push your cunt back down, but Hoodie held you tight, smiling wickedly behind you.

“No, no, no- Please, no!” Your head was pounding, heart slamming against your chest as you cried. You were so close, so ready- You felt so pitiful, childish even as rough hands kept you still.

“Why’re you upset? Thought you wanted me to stop.” The shit-eating grin he held nearly made you sick, angry fists clenching into his jeans.

“Hoodie, please- Please-”

“Go on, gotta tell me what you want. I don’t speak baby.” You let out a shaky breath, huffing your embarrassment.

“Wanna cum… please, I need’a- I need to…” You begged, sniffling through flushed, heavy tears. Hoodie groans his approval, a tight squeeze on your hips and you’re being shoved down against his thigh again.

“Then cum.”

It doesn’t take another second of you rutting your clit against him before you’re sobbing, cunt clenching so wildly. You arch into it, thighs shaking and body thrashing against the overwhelming feeling as you just sob.

Another hazy moment and you’re being pulled back against Hoodie’s chest, body shaking and panting with the drawbacks of your orgasm. Despite his harsh words, he’s wrapping his arms around your chest and wiping your tears, rubbing gently across your sweat-soaked skin.

“You’ve ruined my good pair of jeans.” A tsk as Hoodie realizes you haven’t heard him, or you don’t care. Heavy eyes and labored breathing as you lay your head back on his shoulder, heart still thumping wildly in your chest. The blonde rolls his eyes, leaning forward to tap the flashing light on his handheld camera, stopping the recording.

-

“Wanna repeat that?”

Hoodie dangled his camera in front of you, finger hovering over the little play button as he threatened to start the video on the tiny screen. Whatever asshole words you were about to deliver quickly dissipated in your throat, nervous eyes pleading with him.

Toby and Kate sat feet away, preoccupied with some shit Slender had dropped in front of them. But one press of Hoodie’s finger and they would get a clear audio of you moaning embarrassingly loud, begging to cum.

Hoodie, like the asshole he was, had been using this recording against you for weeks, pulling it out whenever you mouthed off just a little too much.

“No, sir.” You mumbled, fiddling your hands nervously as the blonde smiled, flipping the little screen closed. He had you wrapped around his finger, getting way too excited at how easily he could sway you.

“There you go, hun. Now how about we get back to what I want you to wear in the next video, yeah?”

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