#restart client

[rui-drawsbox]

yall r never gonna guess what happend today

it was corrupted. unable to open.

it was also. 100% finished and ready to export the drawing.

the internet fell bc of a general cut.

freaked out for 10 minutes bc my phone signal was super slow and i was talking with a client

finally remembered that the program sometimes does a backup for the projects

searched about them with my slow internet phone

found them! opened the lastest file and it saved until the flat colors

i could breath again :D

[hootjiggle]

Had no idea Ichigo was going to roast Byakuya after the first fight like that 🤣

[girltakovic]

me: *restarts my computer to install updates*

steam: so you wanna run steam got it

me: what no

steam: it's running 👍

[songvs]

i love not being able to open the ea app and not be able to finish installing the packs i payed for and play the now “free to play” game that I payed for because the app doesn’t want to start. thanks.

[luetta]

idk if people on tumblr know about this but a cybersecurity software called crowdstrike just did what is probably the single biggest fuck up in any sector in the past 10 years. it's monumentally bad. literally the most horror-inducing nightmare scenario for a tech company.

some info, crowdstrike is essentially an antivirus software for enterprises. which means normal laypeople cant really get it, they're for businesses and organisations and important stuff.

so, on a friday evening (it of course wasnt friday everywhere but it was friday evening in oceania which is where it first started causing damage due to europe and na being asleep), crowdstrike pushed out an update to their windows users that caused a bug.

before i get into what the bug is, know that friday evening is the worst possible time to do this because people are going home. the weekend is starting. offices dont have people in them. this is just one of many perfectly placed failures in the rube goldburg machine of crowdstrike. there's a reason friday is called 'dont push to live friday' or more to the point 'dont fuck it up friday'

so, at 3pm at friday, an update comes rolling into crowdstrike users which is automatically implemented. this update immediately causes the computer to blue screen of death. very very bad. but it's not simply a 'you need to restart' crash, because the computer then gets stuck into a boot loop.

this is the worst possible thing because, in a boot loop state, a computer is never really able to get to a point where it can do anything. like download a fix. so there is nothing crowdstrike can do to remedy this death update anymore. it is now left to the end users.

it was pretty quickly identified what the problem was. you had to boot it in safe mode, and a very small file needed to be deleted. or you could just rename crowdstrike to something else so windows never attempts to use it.

it's a fairly easy fix in the grand scheme of things, but the issue is that it is effecting enterprises. which can have a looooot of computers. in many different locations. so an IT person would need to manually fix hundreds of computers, sometimes in whole other cities and perhaps even other countries if theyre big enough.

another fuck up crowdstrike did was they did not stagger the update, so they could catch any mistakes before they wrecked havoc. (and also how how HOW do you not catch this before deploying it. this isn't a code oopsie this is a complete failure of quality ensurance that probably permeates the whole company to not realise their update was an instant kill). they rolled it out to everyone of their clients in the world at the same time.

and this seems pretty hilarious on the surface. i was havin a good chuckle as eftpos went down in the store i was working at, chaos was definitely ensuring lmao. im in aus, and banking was literally down nationwide.

but then you start hearing about the entire country's planes being grounded because the airport's computers are bricked. and hospitals having no computers anymore. emergency call centres crashing. and you realised that, wow. crowdstrike just killed people probably. this is literally the worst thing possible for a company like this to do.

crowdstrike was kinda on the come up too, they were starting to become a big name in the tech world as a new face. but that has definitely vanished now. to fuck up at this many places, is almost extremely impressive. its hard to even think of a comparable fuckup.

a friday evening simultaneous rollout boot loop is a phrase that haunts IT people in their darkest hours. it's the monster that drags people down into the swamp. it's the big bag in the horror movie. it's the end of the road. and for crowdstrike, that reaper of souls just knocked on their doorstep.

[burningembers91]

Overtime - Park Min-Su x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up piece to:

The Secretary Lunch Date Awards Night

Synopsis: Stuck working overtime, tensions between you and Park Min-Su finally reach boiling point.

The office was almost silent, only the ticking of the clock breaking the tension that hung the air. Park Min-Su watched you from where you sat on the sofa, pouring over notes that were strewn over the leather seats and coffee table opposite. You’d been here for hours, redoing all the work that Min-Su’s father hadn’t deemed good enough.

He was expected to give a presentation to a potential client, a large company in the US that could open so many new doors for the firm. He wasn’t sure why his father had put him in charge, why he was pushing him so much; he seemed to enjoy making Min-Su uncomfortable, seemed like to like watching his son struggle.

You’d spent weeks building him the perfect PowerPoint, helping him create something that Min-Su was genuinely proud of. He still didn’t like his job, but he was finally starting to take pride in his work, thanks to you. But his father hadn’t been happy with the work, had deleted the whole presentation and made you restart. He was due to meet with the client in less than 48 hours, and he’d had to start from scratch. Of course you’d stayed to help, ignoring his requests for you to go home. You were also so eager to help.

His feelings had only increased since the awards night, his imagination filled with thoughts of you that made it hard to concentrate on anything else. You had well and truly ingrained yourself on the front of his brain, powerless to resist the hold you had on him.

Min-Su watched you, watched the way you sucked absentmindedly on the top of your pen as you read through another report. He could feel himself stiffen inside his suit, the innocent act turning him on to the point of almost pain. He was finding it harder to resist you; every little thing you did drove him crazy in the best possible way. He watched you frown, watched you kick your heels off as your hand reached down to massage your sore feet. You let out a blissful sigh, tilting your head from side to side as you stretched out your tired neck muscles.

An involuntary moaned escaped him, and he tried and failed to turn it into a yawn. The simple act of you massaging your aching muscles lit a fire deep within him and Min-Su gripped his pen tighter as he tried desperately to concentrate on the pages in front of him.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, sensing his discomfort. You could see the way he squirmed in his chair, pulling at his tie as he tried to cool himself down. “Fine,” he croaked, his voice strangled as he fought against the increasing ache deep in the pit of his stomach. You stopped what you were doing, making your way over to his desk. “Maybe we need a break,” you smiled, “can I get you anything? Can I do anything for you?”

His breath was ragged, his eyes desperately avoiding the delicate outline of your breasts visible through your shirt. The desire he felt for you was almost painful; he needed a release, needed to close his eyes and let his imagination take over like it did most nights. But there was so much work to still be done, and Min-Su didn’t have the luxury of taking a break.

He joined you on the sofa, the both of you slowly pulling together a brand new presentation. He was all too aware of how close together you were sitting, hunched over your laptop as you shifted slides around and rearranged wording. Your perfume smelled of amber and vanilla, and he watched as you started sucking your pen again. He could feel himself grow hard again, could feel the desire creeping back up. He prayed you didn’t notice, that you didn’t see how badly he wanted you.

You turned your head to ask a question, noticing the unmistakable bulge in his pants. “Oh,” you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away. “It’s nothing,” Min-Su lied, look desperately around for something to cover himself with, but there was nothing other than pages of paper. He was sweating, wishing the ground would swallow him up as you looked at him. “Can I… Do you…” You weren’t sure what to say. You’d spent months dreaming about fucking him on this sofa, of showing him how good you could make him feel. The tension was almost suffocating, both of you sat in silence as you weighed up your options. Min-Su was struggling to contain himself, the ache he felt for you at breaking point. He was sure he’d have to run away, to leave and move to a far-off country to escape the embarrassment.

“Do you want to me to help you with that?” you asked quietly, your eyes trained on his aching cock, pressing uncomfortably against his clothes. He looked at you, confusion in his eyes. It was clear to both of you what Min-Su wanted; he wanted you. But you needed him to tell you, needed him to get up the courage to take control. “It’s my job to help,” you whispered, your lips brushing against the soft skin of his earlobe. “With anything you need.”

His breath hitched, his heart pounding as he nodded. He wanted you to help him, wanted you to touch him more than anything. “I need you to use your words,” you smiled. “Tell me exactly what you want.” What did Min-Su want? He wanted everything. He wanted to kiss you, to touch you, to feel your lips against his body. He wanted to taste you, to feel your lips around his cock. He wanted to fuck you until you moaned his name, wanted to hold you, and love you and never let you go. “Kiss me,” he breathed, his voice little more than a whimper.

Your lips met his, tantalisingly slowly. He moaned against you, his body alight at your touch. Your lips were soft and so gentle, your hand coming to rest on his cheek as you deepened the kiss. He was nervous, not sure how to respond. He’d never kissed anyone before, and despite imagining his lips on yours hundreds of times, it didn’t help when it came to the real thing. You took it slowly, giving Min-Su time to get comfortable. His hands shook as one came to rest on the nape of your neck, the other on your waist. The soft little moans he elicited were so sweet, your tongue flicking gently along his lower lip. He palmed himself, desperate for a release. “What else do you want?” you asked, feeling his frustration. His hips bucked as you ran your hand from his cheek, down his jaw and neck, stopping at his tie. You slowly unlooped the knot, pulling it free from his shirt. Min-Su’s head lolled back, resting on the back of the sofa as your fingers unbuttoned his shirt, snaking their way over his bare skin.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me what you need,” you smirked, your lips pressing kisses to his chest. You could feel him tremble at your touch, could hear him moan as your fingers trailed over his ribs. The sensations were overwhelming, his brain completely void of all thoughts as your touch consumed him like a wildfire. He needed to think of something quickly, before he lost control.

“Your mouth. I want your mouth,” he pleaded, watching as your tongue lazily made its way across his stomach. “Where?” you asked, looking at your boss. In response, Min-Su placed his hand on your head, pushing you down towards his crotch. He was aching for you, could feel pleasure turn to pain as he longed for your touch. Unzipping his pants, you pulled his hard member from the confines of his clothes. His cock was leaking, standing to attention as you trailed your fingers up his length. He whimpered again, the overstimulation almost too much to bear. Your tongue circled his tip, licking the pre-cum that dripped down his shaft.

Min-Su couldn’t take his eyes off you, his mouth agape as you took his length into your mouth. The moan that fell from his lips was deep, his hips arching as he pushed himself further into your throat. He’d never known pleasure like it, had never realised that something could feel this could. All the nights he’d pleasured himself while he thought of you could never live up to reality. You were perfect, heavenly, and Min-Su knew right then that he would never be able to get enough of you.

You hummed appreciatively against him, enjoying the way he responded to you. He was so needy, so eager for you. You could feel his thighs trembling, could feel his hand pushing your head further down. “Fuck,” he whined, his hips thrusting up, fucking into your throat as he chased his high. He was so lost in you, so lost in the pleasure that he forgot to be nervous.

With a ragged cry, Min-Su let go, spilling himself down your throat. His chest and stomach were littered with lipstick marks, the base of his cock stained cherry red from where your lips had been. Your cheeks were flushed as you looked at him, his bright eyes staring back. The tension that had stifled the air for months had now dissipated, your relationship now changed. Min-Su wanted you, wanted all of you. He wanted you to make him feel like that every night, to have him begging for your touch. He wanted to explore you, to make you feel as good as he did. He wanted to know what you tasted like, to know what it felt like to be inside you.

His lips met yours, tasting himself on your tongue as you straddled him. he was already hard again, his cock pushing against the lace of your underwear. “So needy,” you smiled, “so desperate.” “I need you,” Min-Su begged, “please. I want all of you.” “I know,” you soothed, pressing soft kisses to his lip. “But we have work to do.”

You climbed off him, rebuttoning his shirt as you kissed him. you could see the lipstick stains through the fabric, could see the trail you’d left down his body. “I want to touch you,” he whimpered his hands grazing the silk of your shirt, tracing the outline of your nipple through the soft fabric. “I know,” you teased. “Patience.”

You picked up your laptop, going right back to work like nothing happened. You were desperate to give him everything he wanted, to act out all the fantasies he’d had of you. But you also enjoyed teasing him, watching the hungry way he stared at you. You’d give him what he wanted, eventually. But you had so much more to teach him before then.

[prokopetz]

One of the fun things about web development these days is that nothing is self-contained anymore and there are so many layers of middleware talking to middleware talking to middleware that even "turning it off and back on again" has become an expert-level troubleshooting step because identifying exactly what needs to be turned off and back on again is a process in itself. I've been on multiple calls today alone where the resolution to a tech support issue has been "we restarted the XYZ", and the response from the client's own developers, who presumably set the stupid thing up in the first place, has been "we have an XYZ?"

[thealchemistbae]

Pluto Retrograde in Aquarius Predictions 🎡

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Let's dive into this Pluto Retrograde in Aquarius energy. Pluto just went retrograde May 4 (on my BIRTHDAY) and here is how it's affecting the signs. Check RISING, moon and sun. Pluto in Aquarius is all about transformation through community, innovation, the internet, and collective power; and now that it’s retrograde, it’s like the universe is putting the pressure inward. Think: soul audits, power check-ins, and some lowkey tower moments where you’re forced to level up or let go. Here's how it’s hitting each rising sign:

👽: Aries -> This retrograde is in your 11th house of friends, followers, and future goals. You might feel distant from your usual crowd or questioning if certain friendships are real. Online presence? Could shift. You might delete and restart or go ghost to rebrand. Be picky with who you share your dreams with; not everyone has access to the next version of you. You're building a team or community with purpose now.

👽: Taurus -> It’s working through your 10th house of career, fame, and public image. This is major BOSS energy but it's not easy. You’re reevaluating your ambitions. Maybe a career shift, changing industries, or realizing you want MORE... more money, recognition, freedom. Authority figures might trigger you, but it’s showing you how to become one yourself. Public upgrades incoming once you face what you’re really meant to do.

👽: Gemini -> Retrograde in your 9th house of travel, beliefs, and expansion. You’re questioning what you believe about life, relationships, success. That “just go with it” attitude? It’s getting a reality check. This might bring a deep spiritual awakening, long-distance relationship realizations, or a desire to move or study something new. If you're launching something international or spiritual; it’ll rebirth after a pause.

👽: Cancer -> This is in your 8th house of intimacy, money, and transformation. Baby this one’s intense. You’re shedding soul ties, confronting trust issues, and realizing what you're truly worth. You might get obsessed with building wealth or find out someone’s been hiding financial stuff. Also, big psychic upgrades. Be careful who you sleep with or confide in. You're calling your power back spiritually and financially.

👽: Leo -> Pluto Rx is in your 7th house of relationships, contracts, and commitment. Situationships are getting exposed. Someone could show their true colors or you might be realizing you’ve outgrown your current dynamics. For singles: you’re transforming your type. For those taken: it’s make or break energy. Also, if you're signing business deals or collabing, check the fine print. Old partners may reappear too 👀

👽: Virgo -> It’s hitting your 6th house of work, health, and daily routines. Burnout? Sudden motivation loss? You’re realizing your everyday grind is not sustainable. This is time to detox habits, energy leaks, and even certain clients or jobs. Wellness and body image themes are up too; maybe you're about to level up your fitness or take your healing deeper. Get serious about what your mind/body really need.

👽: Libra -> Retrograde in your 5th house of love, creativity, and self-expression. It's time to take your pleasure and passion seriously. You might get intense feelings about a fling, or creativity could feel blocked but it’s only because you’re meant to rebirth something better. Artistic projects may need to evolve. Inner child wounds might surface too. Heal that and you'll glow tf up.

👽: Scorpio -> This one’s in your 4th house of home, family, and emotional roots. You’re realizing something about where you live or who you live with needs to shift. Maybe you're moving, or cutting ties with toxic family cycles. Ancestral healing is big. Childhood stuff might come up to be faced and healed once and for all. Make your space sacred again; your home reflects your soul rn.

👽: Sagittarius -> Pluto Rx is in your 3rd house of communication, siblings, and social media. You're thinking differently now. The way you speak, post, market, or share your voice is going through a glow-up. You may pull back from social media or change platforms. Some of y’all might have drama with siblings, neighbors, or tech issues that force you to unplug and reconnect with truth. Trust your voice is evolving.

👽: Capricorn -> Retrograde in your 2nd house of money, confidence, and values. Money mindset reboot! You may feel like finances are slowing down or you’re questioning what truly makes you feel secure. Do you want luxury because it’s trendy or because it’s aligned? You might be finding new ways to monetize talents you’ve ignored. Time to get smart, save, and build legacy wealth.

👽: Aquarius -> Pluto is retrograding in your 1st house... it’s all about YOU. Major ego death, rebranding, identity shifts. You might feel like no one gets you lately because you’re literally not the same person anymore. You’re being forced to reinvent yourself. Physically too, maybe you change your style, aesthetic, or social persona. Don’t rush. This rebirth is personal and powerful.

👽: Pisces -> This is going down in your 12th house of the subconscious, endings, and hidden enemies. Super spiritual. You’re releasing karmic baggage, toxic patterns, and hidden fears that are no longer serving you. Psychic gifts are heightening; watch your dreams. You could feel isolated or misunderstood, but that’s only because you’re going through deep internal healing. Solitude is sacred right now.

Let me know how Pluto is affecting you.

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[txttletale]

If we're asking about games on your list of favourites, as someone who adored Paradise Killer, I'd love to hear your thoughts on it! I always enjoy your analysis.

so first of all the aesthetics of paradise killer are really good. usually games that were written in english but read like translations from japanese irritated me, but here i think it is very much leaned into and embraced as an aesthetic and set of cultural signifiers in its own right, which i really enjoy. the character designs are outlandish and charming. but what i really like about it is like, the way the core premise works

in most detective games, there is a correct answer, and not getting it is a failure state. you can't end a case in ace attorney with your innocent client being convicted, you can't get the wrong guy in the frogware sherlock holmes games. and this invariably, even if the game is critical in other aspects, tends to come around to a fundamental faith in the legal system and authority, right--something that's kind of baked into the detective genre at a fundamental level.

paradise killer upends that by simply saying "you are the detective. get the facts you need, make a compelling argument, and if the authorities above you believe you then you get to distribute justice as you see fit." you arrive on the island you're investigating and you're immediately told "hey, this member of a disenfranchised underclass did it, we've already arrested him, here's the evidence." and absolutely nothing stops you from taking that evidence and walking into the trial room and presenting it and saying "yep, he did it!" and beating the game! it's not a 'bad ending', you don't get a big popup saying 'you're wrong', the powers that be just accept the convenient narrative you've been given to present and everything moves on.

i like this from both, like, an ideological perspective, and also from an interpersonal stakes perspective. in most detective games, you can't miss a crucial piece of evidence, either because the game will not proceed until you pick it up or because you'll be forced to restart the 'trial' or 'deduction' segment when you game over because you're missing it. in paradise killer, whatever argument you put forward, if enough evidence supports it--even if you know for a fact it's wrong!--leads to the person you're accusing being executed. so the stakes are much higher, right, because instead of a game over screen and trying again, getting it wrong means that's just... how the game ends, with an innocent person being executed.

and more importantly i think it does a fantastic job--better imo even than something like disco elysium--at deconstructing the fantasy of justice. a constant theme of the game and something that the protagonist repeats often is "there is a difference between facts and the truth". you can withhold evidence at trial because it implicates your friends, or misrepresent it to implicate that bitch you hate. nothing in the system exists to stop you getting wrong, in fact your superiors encourage you to make the easy completely stritched up conviction and move on with your life.

and at the end, even if you get it right, if you catch all the criminals--all the time you spend investigating this island shows that, like, the society you're part of is fucking evil! you're all deranged immortals making constant human sacrifices to your evil gods! and you don't change that by solving the case, the whole thing just packs up and moves on. you don't get any comfortable resolution to that or to your role in it. you can play lady love dies as a diehard true believer or as a dissident rebel but either way she's ultimately just another cog in a machine, dispensing an alien and uncaring justice that is only attached to any real morality or truth by your decision to do so. a genuinely incredible game.

plus i like how whenever you open it a voice says 'paradise killer' so you know you're playing paradise killer

[nappingmoon]

toji x hybrid!reader (kitty cat <3) nsfw

thinking about being toji’s little cat hybrid who loves playing hide and seek with him. he comes from work and expects you to be waiting at the door but instead he’s greeted by the sight of your little bell collar abandoned.

you do this every so often, getting the urge to play and insisting that he’s cheating if he can hear your bell clink as you move (either way it never takes him long to find you.) today, though, toji was pent up. shiu was giving him shit all day and then his client tried to stiff him, making up some excuse about wanting the assassination done in a different way.

“kitten, come on out i’m not in the mood to play.” he grumps, and is met by silence. his steps are heavy as he walks through the house and he barely catches the pitter patter of you moving from one room to another. “baby, i’m serious, you’re not going to like me if you make me find you. i’m giving you a chance to be good; you won’t get another.” he calls out.

there’s nothing but a continued silence; you’ve made your choice. sighing, toji walks toward his room. it’s your favorite place to hide in. your ears go flat and you start to wiggle your hips into go mode, ready to run off the second he gets too close. you keen your head to look towards where his feet should be coming into view until you realize you can’t hear or see him anymore. your ears go back and your tail flicks from left to right, shimmying back from your place under his bed, already working on your plan to get into the closet when you feel a hand grab on to the scruff of your neck. you scramble to get further underneath, heart racing, but it’s useless. in just a second you find yourself held in the air, face to face with a very very angry toji.

he’s got you bent over his lap and your ass is raw from the spanks. he grumbles, “should’a listened to me kitty. could’a been nice to my pretty kitty cat but you had to go and hide from me.” his hand comes down again and you mewl out a sad “twenty-three”. it had been far more than twenty three— toji made you restart every time you forgot or miscounted. he rubs his hand over butt, the skin hot to the touch. “only two more, pretty. you’ve got this.”

and you do. he lands a palm on each cheek to finish it off and you’re sobbing softly by the end. he picks you up and places you on his lap gently, aware of how tender you are at the moment. he takes your chin in his hand and places a kiss on your nose, murmuring a small, “good, kitten. knew you could do it.” his thumb comes to your cheek to wipe the tears there and immediately pops between his lips to lick them up. at the sight, your ears twitch and your tail starts to curl around his leg. as his thumb goes to your other cheek to do the same thing until he notices the needy look in your big eyes. “did all of this make my little kitty cat hot ‘n bothered? did having your ass spanked raw make your pretty pussy all wet?”

ask he moves his fingers from your hips to your cunt, you squeeze your eyes and nuzzle into his neck, knowing what he’s going to find. “shit, you’re drippin’ baby.” as he dips his fingers into your slick, bringing it back to rub over your clit, you can’t help but paw at his chest, nudging your head further into him, feeling his stubble prickle deliciously against your skin. he continues playing with your clit and the combination of the feeling and the sounds you make overwhelm your senses, bringing out from within you a purr.

at the sound, toji brings his other hand up to scratch and ruffle between your ears, teasing, “my kitten’s feeling all good now, huh? s’that all it took?” and while his hands feel amazing, it’s not enough. you move to straddle his hips, wincing a little when you accidentally sit and the throbbing returns. you grind into toji as you pepper kisses over his face, your purrs coming out louder every time you go to pucker your lips. toji sits amused as you do this using him to get off but obviously not getting enough. “you need a little help?” he asks as you reach his mouth, kissing and leaving little kitten licks over his scar.

your whine of “yes, please” is all he needs to hear before he maneuvers you onto all fours on the bed. as he unbuckles his belt, you drop your chest down and stretch stretch stretchy your hands out, wiggling your fingers at the end. he’s taking to long and you go to wiggle your hips, too, but he grabs them, kneading the skin that was left untouched by his earlier punishment. he twirls your tail around his finger, then traces down the arch of your spine. it brings goosebumps over all of your skin and as you open your mouth to protest his teasing, all that comes out is a gasp. toji wastes no time in easing his length into you, bringing your hips together in one motion.

from there on, not much but mewls of toji’s name and soft little ‘please’s leave your mouth. you claw at the bed as his hips relentlessly thrust in and out of you, his dick hitting all the places that make you see stars. with his left hand he grips your waist so hard you know it will be tender tomorrow, bringing your body towards his and ensuring that you don’t run from him. he brings his right hand around to your chest, sliding between you and the bed to pinch your nipple. you keen and grasp at his hand- though to stop him or encourage it, you don’t know.

toji groans in your ear and you know he's speaking to you but your brain can't seem to keep up with all of the stimulation. soon, both hands of his are on your waist, flipping you over and laying you on your back. he's quick to grab a pillow and slip it under your hips before inserting himself back in your heat. the change in angle throws you for a complete loop and you find your muscles tensing as you cum. toji chuckles as he wraps your legs around his waist and you know he isn't done with you. his hand comes up to your face, gripping your cheeks and forcing your jaw open. he continues rolling his hips into you, fucking you through your orgasm, and gathering spit in his mouth before leaning over you. even in your haze you stick your tongue out, breathy as you manage to keep your eyes on him. he spits into your mouth and you smile, swallowing eagerly and opening up again to show him how obedient you are without him even needing to tell you. at the sight of you so happy to swallow his spit he groans, his dick twitching inside of you. your walls clench in return and he drops his head into your neck, thrusts becoming sloppier. you wrap your arms around his back and drag your claws down it feeling the ridges of his muscles as they flex and tense to work himself into you.

knowing he's close, he presses down on your stomach, working you to your peak once more. you try to swat at his hand, the pressure too much, too soon, too good. your head moves from left to right and it is all so much and all you feel, all you can breathe in is him him him. he picks his head up from your neck and suddenly, all you can see is the green of his eyes as he whispers into your mouth. "cum. cum on my dick again and i'll fill you right up. come on, filthy kitty. I know you're so close. cum." at his last command he presses down again and you see white.

when you open your eyes again, toji is in a pair of dark sweatpants and walking into the room with a glass of water. "oh, hey you're finally up." he makes his way to the bed and scratches gently under your chin. he tilts the glass into your mouth, making you take a few swigs of the cool water and swiping your lip with his thumb before placing the cup on the nightstand. he sits on the bed you work your way under his arm into his lap, hissing at the sting of your ass as you settle in. "sorry kitten, I rubbed in some cream while you were napping but it's still gonna hurt for a bit." he says, frowning at the furrow in your brows. "you feelin' okay? I know it was a bit much. you squirted all over me and passed out. ya scared me."

"mmhmm" you reply sleepily. "a lil sore, but I feel good. you always make me feel s'good." you rub your head into his chest again as he gathers you in his arms, getting under the covers and leaning over to flick off the light switch. you fall asleep to the rhythmic beating of his heart with a small, content smile on your face.

toji kisses the top of your head before letting himself relax, alleviated from the stress of his shitty day and back with his favorite girl. he rubs his hand up and down your back, the motion slowing as he fades into a restful sleep.

[mariacallous]

WASHINGTON (AP) — A divided Supreme Court on Monday allowed the Trump administration to restart swift removals of migrants to countries other than their homelands, lifting for now a court order requiring they get a chance to challenge the deportations.

The high court majority did not detail its reasoning in the brief order, as is typical on its emergency docket. All three liberal justices dissented from the order.

It came after immigration officials put eight people on a plane to South Sudan in May. U.S. District Judge Brian E. Murphy in Boston found that violated his court order giving people a chance to argue they could be in danger of torture if sent away from their home countries.

The migrants from countries including Myanmar, Vietnam and Cuba had been convicted of serious crimes in the U.S. and immigration officials have said that they were unable to return them quickly to their home countries.

Authorities instead landed the plane at a U.S. naval base in Djibouti, where the migrants were housed in a converted shipping container and the officers guarding them faced rough conditions even as immigration attorneys waited for word from their clients.

The case comes amid a sweeping immigration crackdown by Republican President Donald Trump’s administration, which has pledged to deport millions of people who are living in the United States illegally.

Since some countries do not accept U.S. deportations, the administration has reached agreements with other countries, including Panama and Costa Rica, to house them. South Sudan, meanwhile, has endured repeated waves of violence since gaining independence in 2011.

Murphy’s order doesn’t prohibit deportations to third countries. But it says migrants must have a real chance to argue they could be in serious danger if sent to another country.

The justices have confronted a similar issue in Trump’s effort to send Venezuelans accused of being gang members to a notorious prison in El Salvador with little chance to challenge the deportations in court.

In that case, the court said migrants must get a “reasonable time” to file a court challenge before being removed, and the majority blocked the administration from resuming the deportations while lower courts worked out exactly how long they should get.

The conservative-majority court has sided with Trump in other immigration cases, however, clearing the way for his administration to end temporary legal protections affecting a total of nearly a million immigrants.

The third-country deportation case has been one of several legal flashpoints as the administration rails against judges whose rulings have slowed the president’s policies.

Another order from Murphy, who was appointed by President Joe Biden, resulted in the Trump administration returning a gay Guatemalan man who had been wrongly deported to Mexico, where he says he had been raped and extorted. The man, identified in court papers as O.C.G, was the first person known to have been returned to U.S. custody after deportation since the start of Trump’s second term.

[warframestuff]

Howdy, Tenno!

1999 has come, and with it, a bounty of Hotfixes to iron out any Y2K bugs! As we’ve resolved issues along the way (but more are being tracked and tackled), we’re pausing Hotfixes while we develop an interim Cert build - Devstream #184 will expand on when and what content will be released in this build! Please note this interim Cert build is not Echoes of 1999 (yet!) 

One important note: during this downtime, the iOS team may continue to Hotfix to tackle performance improvements exclusive to the Mobile platform!

Like always, our next Cert Update includes further code fixes. Code describes changes made directly to the engine, which requires Certification from each Console platform to pass its checks, such as ensuring an Update doesn’t crash the machine itself. 

We also need to ensure Cross Platform Play parity so all Tenno can continue to play together! 

You can find further details on the “Code” and “Cert” processes here!   With that said, a healthy helping of resolved issues from our ‘Known Issues’ list you can expect to see are:

Freezes/crashes on the Nintendo Switch.

We sincerely apologize for this taking so long, Tenno! This Cert build was our only opportunity to resolve these reported Switch crashes.

Continued work towards camera and lighting issues in various Quests and Cinematics, like The New War, The Second Dream, and The Sacrifice.

The broken camera in the Epilogue of The New War.

Incorrect camera position and broken lighting in the Chamber of the Lotus during the Angels of Zariman intro cinematic.

Calendar Task progress lost after a Host Migration.

Certain Task Challenges appearing to restart after completing them in-mission.

Brief Respite / Duplex Bond not working for Clients with Inner Might.

Corrupted Ancients giving Thrax ghosts Overguard.

Rare cases of Scaldra Exterminate Bounties containing no enemies.

Legacyte Harvest ‘Capture multiple targets’ Objective allowing extraction before the Objective is finished.

Players/Crew not being seated correctly as the  Railjack pilot or frontal gunner.

And more as we continue fixing your bug reports!

Severe performance degradation when using Arcane Camisado on Nekros is on our radar!  

Devstream 184 has also been announced for January 31st at 2 p.m. ET! Expect news on On-lyne’s upcoming tour, the next Prime Warframe, Rhino Heirloom, Nightwave, and much more with all things Echoes of 1999! And as always, Tenno, we’re still shining bright at your usual spots!

The Lunar New Year Event is live! Brand new Glyphs, Skins, and Emblems at your fingertips.  

As discussed earlier, Devstream 184 is live on January 31st at 2 p.m. ET! We’re ssssso excited to bring you news about On-lyne’s upcoming tour, which will include a deeper dive into the Technocyte Coda and more!

Prime Time, Warframe International, and Devshorts continue! 

Our directory-wide Twitch Drops Fest for 6 On-lyne and 6 Technocyte Coda Glyphs is live! The campaign is live until January 31 at 11 a.m. ET, with the wave of Technocyte Glyphs beginning on January 24th at 11 a.m. ET!

Thank you for your patience, Tenno! We’re working hard to get more content (and more fixes) into your hands as 1999 continues to grow between now and Echoes of 1999!

[cryptidfuckery]

hey there! i recently started learning the hairdresser’s trade. have you got any wisdoms to share?

oh shit i totally missed this!

figure out your way to be okay with the sisyphean tasks. you will be doing these for the rest of your career unless you start making enough money to pay someone or work for a big enough salon that can hire people to do it. This includes: folding towels and capes, general laundry, final sweeps/mops, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning your tools, whatever annoying cleaning thing you have to do. figure out a way to be okay with it sooner rather than later. it will make you a better worker too. You will also be doing a lot of this in your first few years in the salon. Get Okay With It NOW.

there are clients for every hairdresser and a hairdresser for every client. that does not mean every client will be yours or that youll be every clients hairdresser. i mean this in more of a metaphorical sense than a literal sense. over time the right people will find you and send you more right people.

to tag on to that, 5 years to build a clientele and 10 to get a full one. this is just the nature of the business, no matter how good you are. it takes time for the right people to find you. Tack on an extra 1-2 years every time you switch salons. Restart completely if moving out of state/an unreasonable distance for your clients to travel.

Clients respond to effort. when they see that you put effort into your work, down to if the towels look nice after being folded and put away, it makes a difference in how they feel taken care of.

You will 99% chance not stay at your first salon for the rest of your career. instead of looking for the perfect vibe, look for who would be mentoring you and what you would be training in for techniques, but also how they run their business. When it doubt, go pay for a blowdry and chat up a stylist. Look at the salon culture. how are people working there treating each other?

You dont get fast by doing it perfectly 10 times, but by doing it okay 100 times, then better 200 times, then great 300 times, then perfect 10000 times. When you're in school, work on your technique. The speed will come as you gain the muscle memory from doing it a million times.

If you have any other questions or just wanna chat me up about my like.... fuck...... 7 or 8 years in the industry now? Please feel free to shoot me a dm! Love helping the baby stylists <3

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo and Donnie are in the middle of playing a 2 Player Co-OP game, trying to figure out where to go next because it seemed the current objective was a bit glitchy. They've had to restart the game 3 times already.

Though right when they were gonna give up.

"Pizza Delivery!" Mikey sings as he walks into the studio.

The game is quickly paused, but they don't have a chance to get up, because Mikey appears behind them with plates of pizza.

"Meat Lovers for Dee, and Supreme for Blue!" Mikey says as he places their respective plates on their sides of the desk.

Leo leans over and grabs a couple cans of drink from a mini fridge under Donnies desk.

"Excuse us chat were going to be having a bit of lunch," Leo says while Donnie switches the scene over, "We're gonna leave our models on screen, just not the AR stuff. Dee?"

Donnie had finished switching from AR to the diner background with their models in a booth.

"Inquiring Hum."

Leo turns to look at Donnie, "Are we going to leave the mic on so they can hear us, or are we gonna leave them with just our models moving?" He questions.

"Oh, yes. We're going to leave the mic on. Just don't say anything stupid." The purple turtle says flatly, "Anything new you want to share with the chat?"

Leo pauses to think for a second.

"Well, there's the weird amounts of pressure that I keep hearing about on the medical side of things. Like I heard about some restrictions that some people are trying to enforce, but since the clinic is privately owned they can't really force us to do anything." Leo pauses to take a bite and sip his drink, "Which is why we keep so many clients. That and we don't charge them an arm and a leg for their meds. How bout you?"

"I am greatly annoyed with a quest item stuck in my inventory, because the only way to activate the attached quest is to complete a series of random quests, and have 5 of them be for a specific city. And the last 4 times I asked for one quest type it was in the same city everytime." Donnie ramble out with little huffs, "Do you know how hard it is to find objects that are labeled as 'Steal' that count toward that quest after the first 2 times? I stress this, Very. I STOLE 10 Fancy Outfits and THEY DIDN'T COUNT! I HAD TO STEAL FROM A SHOPKEEPER I LIKE TO GET THE TOTAL!" They get louder as they complain about the quests.

Chat is filled with shocked and DeeCain emojis, if only because Donnie doesn't get this heated over a game, unless it's competitive. Or Mario Party and Uno. The chat thought they'd possibly witness a fratricide during those streams.

The chat gained a new respect for and fear of Mikey during those times... who could've predicted that the one with degrees in psychology was the scariest of the brothers.

Leo just watches his twin with a raised eyebrow ridge. Very used to this behavior, just sips his drink. "Yeah, that would be annoying. Did I tell you about the random Karen that somehow wandered into the clinic, and started to threaten to shut us down for 'violating her values with our allowance of immoral procedures', or something. She was part of why we had to move once."

Donnie seems to just snap back into a neutral emotion, "I believe I remember you complaining about this woman. Mainly from needing to find a new location that could accommodate the needs of the clinic." They affirm before taking a big bite from his pizza.

They continue chatting for a good half hour chatting while finishing their food, then continuing from where they left off in the game.

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Masterpost

Donnies rant is from my current frustration with the Skyrim Thieves Guild quests. I have a quest item stuck in my inventory, and the only way to activate the quest is to get 5 jobs in Markoth, and it keeps sending me to Whiterun, Windhelm, and Riften. I still need 3 more~▪

[post-mortem-lullabies]

@muses-inn asked: [💽]  There is only so much a SecUnit inside its transporter box can do when the company transporter's system suddenly suffers a critical failure during its landing maneuvers. The ship just came down like a meteorite instead. It is nothing close of a wonder that Murderbot didn't just perish like its unfortunate clients and their other equipment. Maybe it is thanks to having been inside its sturdy transport box. Its right leg hurts. Well, there are many other parts that hurt too, and it is leaking blood and fluids out of several places. Not good. It returns its full, slightly buzzing attention back to the human who witnessed the ship's crash, apparently. But is that horrified look on her face because of this situation or because of being in front of a SecUnit? It can't tell. Human expressions are a pain to read. - imminent critical failure - Uh Oh. Murderbot hates the prospect of being this vulnerable, confused and distressed right now. The fact that a part of its helmet is broken and half of its face is revealed doesn't help. At all. But it also struggles to maintain itself and to prevent a critical failure from happening. Shelter and recovery sounds better to it right now than having a critical failure out here. No, actually the prospect of both is terrifying, but... "I... need a place to recover." (For Emil's general Sci-Fi AU? I hope it works if I bring Murderbot just to her. I had to take a bit of a swing on this so it got a little lengthy ^^")

Where did bot-human constructs recover? A Med Bay? A workshop? Emil could probably tinker on it and figure its electronics out, but the organics would have died before she was even halfway done.

Med Bay it was then, and hoping for the best.

Sitting in a corner, while Caramel's Med Systems worked on the construct firmly strapped to the operating table - its armour taken off and discarded in another corner - Emil frowned more and more at the visuals from her scouting drones zipping all over the crash site.

She didn't know all that much about security constructs, but weren't they on a 'leash' so to speak? Unable to move outside of some pre-programmed range from their clients?

Emil had moved Caramel closer to the crash site to make sure it wouldn't get its systems fried while she tried to save it, but all the humans her drones could locate were dead.

Weren't they supposed to fry when their contractors died too? Was Emil's info wrong? Was there some survivor still buried in the rubble?

B-0R was there too - her quadruped, dog-shaped, but horse-sized bot with far more sensors than Emil's scouting drones - but he couldn't locate anyone alive either while going through the ship logs to find out what had happened.

How peculiar.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," she announced, when eventually the Med System picked on signs of it restarting. She sent one of her drones to hover over it, sending a view of its face, while she still sat sideways on the chair, legs dangling over the armrest with a pack of potato chips on her lap and the headset with a yellow eye shield covering half of her face.

"We have misery and suffering, but the food and entertainment aren't half as bad. Now-" she crunched a potato chip, sending the Med Bay a ping to further strengthen its firewalls and ready a drill to possibly staple it in place- "why did the ship crash?"

For all Emil knew, it could be this very construct's doing.