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Light and Shadow
A sunny morning at the jedi temple...
[More Star Wars Fanart]
#anakin skywalker#obi-wan kenobi#star wars#star wars fanart#the clone wars#revenge of the sith#anakin#obi-wan#obikin#digital art#art by me#original post#at long last it is finished :')#the experimental lighting situation turned out quite nice.#I dropped an abstract photo into the file - as a background - and ended up using it as a canvas to draw on#and everything else just fell into place
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I feel like voxval are primed for a hanahaki au
Not the regular kind (don't care for that), but the one where the flowers are literally the manifestation of repressed feelings, and the longer you try to hold them in or suppress them, the worse it gets. And the only cure is to confess.
They're both so prideful they'd rather choke on their feelings than admit them.
#.ramblings#whoever gives in first loses#I love him because he's horrible but if I show vulnerability would he destroy me just like he does everyone else?#but if he doesn't is that really the one I fell for?#and if he submits first would I be able to stop myself from destroying him?#uncertainty is terrifying#<- sorry for this pretentious mess it's just really late at night for me and my brain is all over the place#staticmoth#hazbin hotel#valentino#vox#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel valentino#on top of everything I also don't think val has ever felt a romantic feeling before so that's probably not helping#and if vox has already touched red with alastor before... ahahaha#good luck to them#voxval
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behold! a kakaobi painting from literally months ago!
#I wanna draw more obighost#very fun#but also it kills me sometimes to think about how devastating it was for little kks to deal with growing older while obito never got to#and especially when he reaches the age obito was when he died....#I imagine this is placed on that birthday#I dunno...#think I was thinking about the idea of Obito slipping through Kakashi's fingers#he's aging and feeling as he leaves Obito behind#He fell in love with Obito and Obito died before he got to be anything more than a child#and now it's really sinking in that Obito's /gone/#and he's never going to get older#Dead kids don't age#nurt#yeah I just think this would utterly break Kks again#as a bonus to everything else ofc!!#kakaobi#Not to mention by this point it's both Kakashi's teammates that will never grow old...#hatake kakashi#uchiha obito#obikaka fanart#chearts
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how do you know the difference between a huge anxiety attack and a panic attack?
#i think i had a panic attack yesterday but idk......#god it felt so awful and it went on for like 3 hours#but i also had like a hundred things going on so idk if it was like the accumulation of everything or if it was really a panic attack yk#i was at the fair with my family waiting for my best friend to arrive bc i was going to hang out with her#and yk it's a place full of people and we were standing right next to a huge speaker hearing a man talk#and also each place in the fair has different music playing super loud and you can hear all of them at the same time (+ the flashing lights#all that causes me anxiety every since i was little (even if i didn't know it was anxiety back then)#so i *knew* i was going to have the greatest time and i didn't really want to go there in the first place#but even with that i wasn't really haven't a bad time (yet)#we were just stading there and i was waiting for my friend to call me so we could go somewhere else#she called me to tell me she was coming and right when i hung up the phone i felt a really strong pang on my belly#and idk at first i thought it was period cramps but it was weird bc my period had actually stopped that same morning#also i had taken a painkiller right before going there bc all that i mentioned earlier also gives me migraines so there's that too#so yeah the pangs kept getting stronger and it hurt so fucking bad to the point my legs started trembeling#my vision blured and every sound around me seemed to almost fade away#there wasn't any place i could sit down so i gad to cling to my dad and he had to hold me so i didn't fall to the ground#i think i almost (?) fainted in his arms too#after a while the dizzines went away and my dad went to get me smth to drink and i mostly got my hearing and vision back to normal#all that was like 10 minutes max but then the pangs kept hitting every minute or so for the next 3 hours#we found a place to sit and find smth to eat but i couldn't eat anything without wanting to throw up#my legs wouldn't stop shaking like fucking crazy and i kept going from feeling like i was freezing to sweating from how hot i felt#idk i've had smth like this (w/o the pangs) happen to me before a bunch of times but never That strong and it usually lasted 5-10min max#we ended up having to go home and i had to take some more painkillers and my sleeping pills to be able to calm down a little#i'm pretty sure i fell asleep from exhaustion after everything and i'm still feeling a bit weird after almost 24 hours since it happened#anyways. the thing is idk if all that was caused bc of my anxiety#or if it was smth completely unrelated and i just had such a bad tummy ache that it made me feel bad enough to cause All That yknow#i think it felt pretty much like how i've heard people describe a panic attack but again i'm not sure#yeah.........#maca speaks
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If Rock Light transitions, her new name should totally be Star.
Rock->Star
Full name: Star Light
Star and Roll? They share the Staring Role!
Super Adapter= Super Star
Hero name COULD just be Starlight, but to account for American Kirby rules, there's also Shooting Star
#i was just working off the same logic as Vyrsa from sky pirate girlfriends and everything else just fell into place#megaman#Star Light#trans robots go brrr#you don't deserve context
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Sorry to beat the dead horse I live in lately but I'm so tired. A break from social media probably could help. If I figure out how else to occupy my time doing absolutely nothing. It's what I say every fucking day. Just wish I had friends. People my age around here to talk too. Even younger. Anything. I'm so fucking lonely. I love everyone I talk to online, I have meaningful connections with so many of you but I also haven't had meaningful conversation IRL in idk. Years probably. I haven't seen any of my old friends because we moved and I had to isolate myself because no one really wanted to hang out with me or could get here. And I really don't do anything, I can't be stressed. I can't be depressed I can't. I can't. I can't. Just like every adult in my life says. I don't know. I just wish I could actually see it's going to get better. Be better for me
#this is everything I've already said. I've never seen a future that has me in it. 4th grade cemented that fact for me. And I've been living#it since. I just don't know anymore#I missed out on so much and I'm so stupid. I am. I don't bring anything to the floor. I don't have any skills. Nothing worthwhile. Nothing#meaningful. What do I bring to the world except another useless body? Some sick animal left at the back of the pack to be killed off so#everyone else runs free.#nothing's working out for me. nothing's clicking into place. no opportunities. everyone's moving forward and I'm stuck behind. and it's#probably for the better isn't it? if I just fade out from everyone's lives. just stop. it hasn't gotten better no matter the effort I put#forward or the risks I take or anything.#one step forward five steps back and i fell and tumbled down the steps and i broke something and my stairs are icy and everyone else has ic#spikes. and their steps are an escalator. They're buckled in taken up. and mine are crumbling and overused and been here too long and it#just isn't ever going to be better is it? not for me. not ever.#generational trauma is a circle and i need to self cannibalize to end it. drink my own blood to rid myself of what isn't right.#no rebirth. no salvation. just an end. there's nothing to save.
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XIV - TEMPERANCE, my contribution to the touhou project x tarot card zine organized by @BoonZines on twitter!
you can download the whole zine here for free :]
#touhou#touhou project#yukari yakumo#art#draws#im rlly happy with how this turned out!!!!#i was kinda nervous at first but then i started doing the lineart and thought wait a sec im good at this#n everything else just fell into place :D#pls enjoy + check out everyone elses amazing art too
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thunderstorms always get him thinking, and this one rumbling overhead in Edge is no different.
i asked for quotes, song lyrics, and places during downtime at work; @mahkohime gave me a line from Linkin Park’s ‘Robot Boy,’ with “raining on the roof of Seventh Heaven in Edge,” and this is what i ended up with.
vincent/reilena, set several months after the end of OG, but before the start of AC. unedited, so forgive the roughness (it will be cleaned up before it’s posted to AO3, i promise)
And you’re sure you’ve hurt in a way/That no one will ever know…
A loud rumble overhead; he knows it’s thunder, but it sounds like the low, throatish growl of a behemoth, and crimson eyes open, claws brushing hair from his sight. His right arm is still wrapped around her naked shoulders, her breath warm and regular against his chest as she sleeps.
His gaze softens as he presses a tender kiss to her forehead, carefully sliding out of her bed, a slight wince when he sees her brow furrow before turning her face into his pillow, a heavy sigh escaping her. Leaning over, he draws the blanket over her, fingers caressing her arm as he straightens, well aware of his own nudity.
The thunder rolls overhead once again, rattling the walls of the building.
Raking claws through disheveled black hair, Vincent turns, picking up a pair of folded black pajama slacks, and pulls them on before taking up his robe – red satin, much too nice for him to carry around, she’s kept it at her place for his visits – and pulling it over his shoulders, hair tugged out of the collar.
Another glance at his sleeping lover, a soft smile on his lips as he takes in the view, and then he walks silently out into the living room.
The window rattles with another rumble, and rain patters against the glass.
Thunderstorms always get him thinking.
The window’s pulled open, and he climbs out onto the fire escape.
The rooftop’s only a couple floors up, and the wind makes his robe billow similar to his his cape as he takes the stairs slowly.
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“I still remember the phone call from Cid…” she’d trailed off, still breathing a bit heavily, idly toying with his hair as he stroked her shoulder, nuzzling her hair in turn.
He had come to visit once he’d heard the rumors about geostigma. He wasn’t afflicted – not that it surprised him – but he had to make sure she was okay. She had reassured him as much, but emotion and desire had overridden discussion, and he’d swept her into his arms, carried her to her bedroom.
He had missed her just as much as she’d missed him. Letters could only satiate so much.
And he had been able to make sure for himself that she hadn’t been afflicted, either. Not a mark on her… at least, not from the stigma. From love bites and scratches? He couldn’t help it – and she had left her own on his body, too.
“He’d tried to hide it, but we could tell he was terrified. It was Tifa who finally asked if it was him, and that’s when he told us he was all right – but Shera had noticed some strange marks on her hands.” A faint smile when he’d taken her hand in his, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. “She’s taken to wearing a smaller pair of his gloves when she’s working on the airships, so people don’t notice.”
“…and the others…?”
She shrugged. “Not that I know of, but there’s been a lot of people hit with it. Some more severely than others. I heard there might even be an outbreak back h… back in Wutai, so I’ve been waiting to hear back from Yuffie about it…”
Bare feet finally reach the rooftop of the Seventh Heaven, and he looks out over Edge as the rain continues to fall, the occasional rumble overhead. The awning’s kept him from soaking, but his hair is still slightly damp from the rain, as the wind’s picked up somewhat, and he pauses just outside the cover’s range, the rain cool against still warmed skin, fully dampening his hair.
Was it selfish of him to be glad that he wasn’t afflicted, that she was safe from the stigma, while knowing others in their found family had been struck by it?
He sighs, brushing his hair from his eyes as he continues to gaze out across the still-rebuilding city. They’re all rebuilding in their own ways.
Edge breaking out and recovering from Midgar’s looming shadow.
The planet trying to heal itself after preventing Meteorfall.
Seventh Heaven rising from the rubble of the plate collapse over half a year ago.
Even he’s rebuilding, recovering himself. That’s why he had decided to break away from the group once the final battle had been fought, and they knew they were safe. He needed to find himself again, to reacquaint himself with the world.
And even that was still a work in progress, if his last visit to the cavern had been any indication…
“…and you’re sure you’ve hurt, in a way…”
His voice is soft and husky, easily lost amid the rainfall and the rolling thunder.
“…that no one will ever know…”
He shakes his head with an emotionless chuckle, biting his lip. He remembers hearing the words in a tavern, while writing a letter to her. A local musician performing, his guitar case open for tips, and he had decided to throw in a few gil in appreciation.
The words had stuck with him, and he remembers writing them in the letter to her, asking her if she’d heard the song at all before. But now they’re… different. The feeling’s different.
He’s not alone.
A glance over at the fire escape steps; she’s standing there, violet eyes concerned, mussed dark auburn hair contrasting with her own indigo robe, tied shut to cover her. In her left hand is a soft blue umbrella, shielding her from the rain.
“Are you okay?” Her voice is quiet, but he can hear her clearly despite the rumbling storm. “I thought maybe you’d…”
He shakes his head, left arm held out to her; the deep, indigo shade of the Galian Beast, fingers tipped with black claws, the mutation he usually keeps hidden within the clawed golden gauntlet that now sits on the nightstand in her bedroom. A soft smile on her lips as she walks over, resting her head on his dampened shoulder as the monstrous arm wraps around her hips, the umbrella held over their heads.
His cheek rests atop her head as he feels her press a soft kiss against his neck, and the sudden rush returns again.
Is he allowed this?
Is it all right for him to feel this way?
After thirty years of imprisonment, tortured slumber to atone for his sins, could he be allowed to finally feel happiness? To feel the warmth of love, of companionship…
Thunderstorms always get him thinking.
They don’t always get him this emotional.
He swallows back a sudden whimper, feeling tears welling in his eyes when she sighs, her arm tightening around him, and when he opens his mouth to speak, there’s a hitch in his breath.
He shakes his head, wrapping both arms around her as he pulls her close, burying his face in her hair, in warm dark auburn, and shuts his eyes, already feeling tears that he’s tried so hard to dam up run down his face.
Ignores the tiny sound of the umbrella hitting the stone rooftop, only feeling her arms around him in turn, holding him just as tightly, feels her face buried in his shoulder, her voice whispering his name.
Warm. Reassuring. Loving.
They’re both soaked by the rain, thunder rolling overhead, but right now, they’re the only two people in the world.
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#final fantasy vii#vincent valentine#original character#canon x oc#final fantasy 7#ffvii#ff7#vinrei#the initial image i had was him walking to the roof and letting the rain fall on him#with her coming up and the emotional hug the next one#everything else just kinda... fell into place
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Top 3 (or 5 or 10, this is a difficult choice) fave Hermann Hesse works? 👀
Ohhhh good question
I have read 5 of his books so i will rank all 5 👍
Beneath the Wheel
Demian
Journey to the East
Narcissus and Goldmund
Siddhartha
#i finished journey to the east and i went into it completely blind and#it's a short one but when i finished it i had to rotate the whole thing in my head until i fell asleep#first of all the blend of reality and fantasy as well as past and present is really fascinating and kind of trippy#and it's not just a blend of time but also of places and settings. and then it will randomly drop you back into early 20th century germany#in a very jarring way like it all feels like some kind of fever dream#the narrator is also UNRELIABLE 🔥🔥🔥🔥 or maybe he doesn't even know it himself#but the reveal at the end really recontextualises everything in an interesting way#and the very ending was also really thought provoking to me#and underneath it all i felt like the core message of the book was how you have to put active effort into finding joy and wonder in life#and how easily you can become disillusioned and also how easily it is to feel like everyone else abandons you if you're actually the one#who gets disillusioned and distances yourself from others#and then at the very end you get a very meta treat on what it means to be a creator and creation. or perhaps#(puts orv goggles on) the relationship between and the nature of writer and protagonist#hesseposting
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…it’s very quiet tonight.
#i remember before we built el rapids properly the three of us would sit around a campfire in sleeping bags#we had our own houses yeah back somewhere else but that was. it was Our place#me & sap stuck our bags together. george moved his over to join us#and it was always so quiet you could hear a pin drop from across the server#just three boys & their fire & the crickets & the stars#george smiled a lot then. sap too#one time they fell asleep holding hands bc they’re weirdos#but it was fine cause I just held#i held#but even though it was quiet i didn’t mind#i like noise. drowns out everything going on#v relaxing#but it was so quiet and it was so good and idk what happened
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Something I noticed in ep 5. After his encounter with pran in the music shop it's like pat's whole world shifts. And for the rest of the ep it honestly looks like he can't breathe properly. Almost like he's suffocating. It's at the rooftop after their lips meet he let's out a breath like he found oxygen and after their kiss it's like he can finally breathe.
oh dear anon you’re just so right. and ive honestly spent long nights thinking about nothing but this. bc it’s kind of incredible how much pat commits to pran after he realizes his feelings. his world shifts in that music shop and he’s so off kilter for the rest of the ep, so not himself, but not in a way that he’s changed. it’s more like… well the only way i can convey it is that for the eps before it, you always see pat messing around, doing some kind of shit, with his friends, with pa, and in those scenes it’s not always about pran. he has things that he’s doing and thinking about that aren’t pran. but after the music shop it’s like that part of him shuts down, bc suddenly he can’t do things that aren’t to do with pran, doesn’t understand how he could before. he pursues this way he feels so single-mindedly in order to get some kind of answers and he just abandons everything else. he’s chatting to korn but it’s about pran, he’s with pa but he’s thinking about pran, he’s doing the music contest but it’s all to do with pran. I could go on and on, but when you think about this being a pat focused or pat pov ep, the fact you don’t see him in scenes where he’s not on this pursuit to figure out his feelings for pran tells you that he really isn’t doing anything else. and you can picture him in class or say with his friends at lunch or in his dorm or at practise just being so in his own head thinking about pran or even avoiding those things so he can go to pran to figure it all out, you can see how his whole world just becomes pran, and how it doesn’t open up again until he gets in a good place with pran. you can say that yes he has that moment of relief after they kiss, but again when pran leaves he’s still in that headspace. at the bus stop and going to camp and pursuing pran, he’s not only thinking about this non stop but actually actively acting on it constantly. it’s almost like a a bug he needs to get out of his system and his body shuts down until it’s gone. just the all-consuming need to know and understand immediately, and to be in a good place with him, it’s like nothing has ever been so important. to me it just speaks to what it’s like when you know. people always say that when you fall in love, you’ll just know, that it’ll be different. and for pat, who has liked and dated others, to have this experience, it’s like he does finally know. it hits him, this is it, this is what they talk about, this is what love is, and just that simple fact turns his world upside down.
#thank you anon I think I needed to get a pat rant out of my system#this is just#so fucking good#that single minded pursuit of his to understand#it’s like he can’t handle not knowing can’t handle the grey zone the confusion the not knowing where he stands#it’s like he has to figure out his place and then Pran’s place and how that fits together and even if it does fit together#and he won’t be able to rest until it all slots in to place and everything is right#when you think about pat you don’t always think about him being a man that needs stability#but god does he need stability#he thrives on stability#he needs to know where everyone stands and he needs it to all work#when things are up in the air when things are undecided and unresolved he just can’t handle it#and that’s why I think he’s always been ok#bc he’s always had pran there as a constant#pran was his stability#and when pran was taken away he lost that stability and that’s when things fell apart#bc he couldn’t find stability with anyone or anything else#he acted out and forght and all that time just never felt right with himself#until that stability returned#and he becomes stable for a bit#but then there’s that fear of oh god but if things change between us and I lose that stability what then#but at the same time the moment the pin dropped he’d already lost grip#he becomes unstable and the one person that can stabilise him is the one person that’s making him unstable in the first place#and that’s why he can’t rest until his two feet are back on solid ground#bad buddy#badbuddyrewatch
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Man making a specific brush for something that's hard to do and the brush comes out perfectly really is the best feeling ever
#i need to make a brush to place small dots kinda close together but also far apart#and i just kept tweaking a brush and I got it perfectly I could seriously cry right now#nat speaks#the first problem was the spacing between the dots#and apparently I needed to change the shape of the brush and everything else fell into place
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fwb!suguru who knew he wanted to fuck when he first laid eyes on you. then wanted to take you out to endless dinners to chat his ears off when he first spoke to you.
fwb!suguru who grew to like you without fucking you, almost forgot it was what he wanted you for – a life together or a night together?
fwb!suguru whose dick got painfully hard when you taunted him, rolled your eyes at him or outwitted him. he lived for your sassiness.
fwb!suguru who happened to fuck you on a random night unexpectedly and it changed the trajectory of his life.
fwb!suguru who stayed after every dick appointment. cuddled with you on the bed, watched movies or your favourite TV show, ordered take out and held you in his arms till you both inevitably fell asleep.
fwb!suguru who couldve sworn he wasn't in love with you. he would still fuck other people (and then come back to you, poor baby was thinking of you the whole time)
fwb!suguru whose grown accustomed to your presence. he calls you when he isn't feeling okay, you call him when something bothers you. he's grown used to you telling him all about work, how you got your nails done, how you saw a cute cat near your apartment. trivial details, which coming from anyone else he would hang up, but he looks forward to them with you.
fwb!suguru who eventually stops fucking other people and is just your man, without you knowing.
fwb!suguru who is determined to mark you up in placed people will notice. your neck, your thighs, your collarbones.
fwb!suguru who believes in giving you his all. all of his long girthy dick that pumps you full it should be criminal, his long slim fingers that have made you orgasm so often and hit that deep spot with unbeat ease, his long tounge... oh god his tounge. he thinks maybe even his long life ahead is yours too, all yours. his little kids too maybe? he doesn't like to think too much about that.
fwb!suguru who has to have your pussy checked with his tounge daily. he has to lap up your insides no matter any circumstances. his voice purrs across your body when he talks you through your orgasm.
"mhmm yeah cum all over my face beautiful, I know you want to"
fwb!suguru who gets sick at the thought of you sitting so pretty for another man when you tell him you're going on a date. suguru who looks so disturbed at the thought of another man even looking at his pretty girl who isn't really his.
fwb!suguru who takes you to corporate events just so he can call you his girlfriend, even if it's just pretend. when you question him it's always "easier explanation than a friend i fuck on the regular, isn't it?"
fwb!suguru who knows how you like your coffee in the morning. he knows what you like for breakfast, your comfort food, your hobbies, your favourite movies, your least favourite movies, your icks, your past. he knows you like he knows himself. he thinks of you when he passes your favourite cafe, he texts you when he sees something in the colour you like.
fwb!suguru who is sure he hasn't felt this way before, who is so vulnerable with you that it scares the shit out of him.
fwb!suguru who is afraid, angered at everything about you. he's angry at how you lull him into a sense of security, how you hold him, how sweet your voice sounds when you call him by his name, how you take care of him, how you listen to him. he hates how your pussy clenches his dick for dear life, milking it dry and how you never let a drop of his cum go to waste, licking it up like a little slut. he's fearful too. about losing you. about where loving you the way he does leads. loving you? wait. he loves you? fuck. fuck. fuck. this hasn't been according to plan at all.
#somebody lied to her#aniya writes ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა#jjk#suguru ♡#jjk smut#jjk x reader#geto suguru#jjk geto#geto x reader#geto smut#jjk suguru#suguru geto smut#jjk ^ ~
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why are printers so hated? it's simple:
computers are good at computering. they are not good at the real world.
the biggest problems in computers, the ones that have had to change the most over the time they've existed, are the parts that deal with the real world. The keyboard, the mouse, the screen. every computer needs these, but they involve interacting with the real world. that's a problem. that's why they get replaced so much.
now, printers: printers have some of the most complex real-world interaction. they need to deposit ink on paper in 2 dimensions, and that results in at least three ways it can go on right from the start. (this is why 3D printers are just 2D printers that can go wrong in another whole dimension)
scanners fall into many of the same problems printers have, but fewer people have scanners, and they're not as cost-optimized. But they are nearly as annoying.
This is also why you can make a printer better by cutting down on the number of moving elements: laser printers are better than inkjets, because they only need to move in one dimension, and their ink is a powder, not a liquid. and the best-behaved printers of all are thermal printers: no ink and the head doesn't move. That's why every receipt printer is a thermal printer, because they need that shit to work all the time so they can sell shit. And thermal is the most reliable way to do that.
But yeah, cost-optimization is also a big part of why printers are such finicky unreliable bastards: you don't want to pay much for them. Who is excited for all the printing they're gonna be doing? basically nobody. But people get forced to have a printer because they gotta print something, for school or work or the government or whatever. So they want the cheapest thing that'll work. They're not shopping on features and functionality and design, they want something that costs barely anything, and can fucking PRINT. anything else is an optional bonus.
And here's the thing: there's a fundamental limit of how much you can optimize an inkjet printer, and we got near to it in like the late 90s. Every printer since then has just been a tad smaller, a tad faster, and added some gimmicks like printing from WIFI or bluetooth instead of needing to plug in a cable.
And that's the worst place to be in, for a computer component. The "I don't care how fancy it is, just give me one that works" zone. This is why you can buy a keyboard for 20$ and a mouse for 10$ and they both work plenty fine for 90% of users. They're objectively shit compared to the ones in the 60-150$ range, but do they work? yep. So that's what people get.
Printers fell into that zone long, long ago, when people stopped getting excited about "desktop publishing". So with printers shoved into the "make them as cheap as possible" zone, they have gotten exponentially shittier. Can you cut costs by 5$ a printer by making them jam more often? good. make them only last a couple years to save a buck or two per unit? absolutely. Can you make the printer cost 10$ less and make that back on the proprietary ink cartridges? oh, they've been doing that since Billy Clinton was in office.
It's the same place floppy disks were in in about 2000. CD-burners were not yet cheap enough, USB flash drives didn't exist yet (but were coming), modems weren't fast enough yet to copy stuff over the internet, superfloppies hadn't taken over like some hoped, and memory cards were too expensive and not everyone had a drive for them. So we still needed floppy disks, but at the same time this was a technology that hadn't changed in nearly 20 years. So people were tired of paying out the nose for them... the only solution? cut corners. I have floppy disks from 1984 that read perfectly, but a shrinkwrapped box of disks from 1999 will have over half the disks failed. They cut corners on the material quality, the QA process, the cleaning cloth inside the disk, everything they could. And the disks were shit as a result.
So, printers are in that particular note of the death-spiral where they've reached the point of "no one likes or cares about this technology, but it's still required so it's gone to shit". That's why they are so annoying, so unreliable, so fucking crap.
So, here's the good news:
You can still buy a better printer, and it will work far better. Laser printers still exist, and LED printers work the same way but even cheaper. They're still more expensive than inkjets (especially if you need color), but if you have to print stuff, they're a godsend. Way more reliable.
This is not a stable equilibrium. Printers cannot limp along in this terrible state forever. You know why I brought up floppy disk there? (besides the fact I'm a giant floppy disk nerd)
because floppy disks GOT REPLACED. Have you used one this decade? CD-Rs and USB drives and internet sharing came along and ate the lunch of floppy disks, so much so that it's been over a decade since any more have been made.
The same will happen to (inkjet) printers, eventually. This kind of clearly-broken situation cannot hold. It'll push people to go paperless, for companies to build cheaper alternatives to take over from the inkjets, or someone will come up with a new, more reliable printer based on some new technology that's now cheap enough to use in printers.
Yeah, it sucks right now, but it can't last.
So, in conclusion: Printers suck, but this is both an innate problem caused by them having to deal with so much fucking Real World, and a local minimum of reliability that we're currently stuck in. Eventually we'll get out of this valley on the graph and printers will bother people a lot less.
Random fun facts about printing of the past and their local minimums:
in the hot metal type era, not only would the whole printing process expose you to lead, the most common method of printing text was the linotype, which could go wrong in a very fun way: if the next for a line wasn't properly justified (filling out the whole row), it could "squirt", and lead would escape through gaps in the type matrix. This would result in molten lead squirting out of the machine, possibly onto the operator. Anecdotally, linotype operators would sometimes recognize each other on the street because of the telltale spots on their forearms where they had white splotches where no hair grew, because they got bad lead burns. This type of printing remained in use until the 80s.
Another fun type of now-retired printers are drum printers, a type of line printer. These work something like a typewriter or dot-matrix printer, except the elements extend across the entire width of the paper. So instead of printing a character at time by smacking it into the paper, the whole line got smacked nearly at once. The problem is that if the paper jammed and the printer continued to try to print, that line of the paper would be repeatedly struck at high speed, creating a lot of heat. This worry created the now-infamous Linux error: "lp0 on fire". This was displayed when the error signals from a parallel printer didn't make sense... and it was a real worry. A high speed printer could definitely set the paper on fire, though this was rare.
So... one thing to be grateful about current shitty inkjet printers: they are very unlikely to burn anything, especially you.
(because before they could do that they'd have to work, at least a little, first, and that's very unlikely)
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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language; s.g.
synopsis: when gojo satoru first fell in love with you
content: teen gojo era, fem!reader, gojo is head over heels (love at first sight), hopeless!romantic gojo, 1k+ words of gojo just being an absolute fool in love, not beta read (sorry for any errors!)
note: I've been wanting to create a sort of anthology series for some of my favs so here's a test run! I rlly wanna do lil drabbles/oneshots that can both be standalone but also can be read as something continuous revolving around Gojo's story with his soulmate... pls lmk if you'd like to see more of gojo and his mochi (aka you!)
Gojo Satoru didn't entirely know what love was; what with being raised by other people who weren't his actual mother and father, how could he? All he ever knew was a life of being the Honored One, since the day he was born. Nothing but a weapon. Living as the strongest and treated like a god... he never knew what real love felt like. He never knew what it was like to give or receive it. At least, not this way.
Geto Suguru and Ieiri Shoko were his best friends, the closest thing to real family. It wasn't like he didn't have any, at least not while growing up, but were they really family when all they ever did was train him and treat him like the eighth wonder of the world? Unlike everyone else, at least Suguru and Shoko treated him like a human. They loved him for who he was, but didn't hesitate to snap him into place when his ego was too inflated. They were there for him, even when expressing whatever demons that he held within him was hard to manage. If it wasn't for them, he wasn't sure exactly how he'd go about his life. Sure, he'd act like everything was fine and dandy, money could buy him happiness as he had plenty of it... and he was pretty much unstoppable, but the idea of living a life without either of them didn't sit well in his stomach.
So, sure, Satoru did now a bit about love, at least the love he felt for his best friends, but nothing like what he felt in this moment. The moment his eyes first fell on you.
He hadn't a clue as to who you were, only seeing you stroll along the grounds of Jujutsu High with your little uniform. The typical jacket, a skirt beneath, knee high socks, loafers... and your hair in a low ponytail that was held together by an overly large ribbon. Cute was the first thing that came to mind, along with the terrifying sound of his racing heart. Who were you? How come he had never seen you before? Maybe it was because he didn't pay attention to any one else besides a handful of people. He'd be lying if he said he was sure the technical college held more than five students.
In the midst of sipping away at his little box of strawberry milk, walking alongside Suguru and Shoko, Satoru's eyes had aimlessly wandered along his environment as his two best friends had been discussing evening plans. It wasn't like him to care about what was going on around him, so it was quite the miracle that his eyes were looking anywhere but ahead of him... but, maybe this was destiny.
It felt like the world was suddenly moving slowly around him, rather dramatically like a movie. His lips parted as the tiny straw fell out of it, hidden gaze behind his circular frames becoming exposed as the glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. You looked so graceful, the afternoon sun beaming down on you, your smile as bright as his eyes... he had to have been in love. This had to have been love. What else could it have been? Why else was his heart fluttering so quickly? Why else was he caught in a daze by your beauty? No one else, not a single soul, ever caught his attention this way so you must've been his soulmate.
There was something about you, from your gorgeous hair, to the cute bow, down to the uniform and the way it suited your form to the way you... wait, were you laughing with... Nanami Kento? Gojo's heart stopped as his grip on the milk grew tight, causing the contents to squeeze right out and squirt all over his face.
The sound of laughter caught his attention as he quickly looked at his two best friends, embarrassment filling his face as he looked back at you to see you now looking in his direction. Quickly wiping his face and turning away to scold his best friends, Gojo tossed the now empty carton at Geto. "Shut up!"
"What the hell did you do?" Suguru shook his head, wiping his tears as his shoulders shook with every laugh that rumbled throughout his torso. "Losing your cool over a girl, huh?"
"I said shut up!" Satoru snapped, cheeks burning with heat, embarrassed that he was that obvious.
"Must've struck something in him for him to spill milk all over his face like the doofus he is," Shoko snickered as Suguru went for a high five.
Swatting their hands and glaring at the two, Gojo hissed, "nothing happened, I squeezed too hard."
"Right," the two said in sync before eyeing one another, smirking and stifling a laugh.
Shoving past them as he kept walking ahead, grumbling to himself, Gojo couldn't help but peak over in your direction. You had already turned your attention back to the two on either side of you—Nanami along with Yu Haibara. Since when did they have a friend that was a girl? And when did you appear? He should've known seeing as both were his junior and both trained quite close to Suguru and himself. So you must've been new... He supposed he'd find more out about you, knowing he'd find a way to get under Nanami's skin and get anything out of him. He must've known a lot about you...
Gojo smirked to himself. He'd get his way.
"No," Nanami spoke as he crossed his arms. The confidence in Gojo's face instantly fading away. He didn't even hesitate, cancelling his plans with his best friends to bribe Kento into giving him some information. He swore taking his junior to his favorite bakery would help him out, but, no! Kento, being the wise boy he was, took advantage of Satoru paying for food in a false exchange for information. "I'm not going to be your middle man."
"Why not?!" Gojo whined, throwing himself back in his seat dramatically. "Just one thing! Something! Anything! She's the love of my life!"
Narrowing his eyes as he sipped away at his water, Nanami settled the glass down before crossing his arms once again. "Love of your life? You don't even know her name—"
"Because you won't tell me!" Gojo cried, throwing his head back and stomping his foot as if he was about to throw a tantrum. "Please, please! I beg of you, tell me something about her! Besides her name, what's her favorite color? Maybe her favorite food? Or... or what's her favorite date spot!"
"Satoru, I am not about to ask her what her favorite date spot is," Nanami deadpanned. "I'll give you her name and that's all. Everything else is on you. I'm not going to play matchmaker, let alone, set you up with someone so far out of your league."
Gasping in offense, Gojo clutched his chest. "Out of my league? Sure, she's a pure angel, a real heavenly being, but I like to think I am, too!"
"Egotistical..." Kento mumbled as Gojo frowned. "I'm only telling you one thing to get you off my back. You can't ask me anything ever again in order to get close to her. That's on you."
Pressing his hands together and interlocking his fingers, Gojo gave his best puppy eyes as he jutted out his bottom lip. "Please, I promise to leave you be after!"
"You better," the blond man grumbled before giving his senior your name. "She likes to sit under the cherry blossoms on the eastern side of the campus. If you want to find her and talk to her, she's usually there on her down time." At that, Nanami stood up and tucked his seat back into the table. Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face the white haired young man. "All I ask of you is to be... gentle. She's a nice girl. I don't need you breaking her heart."
Sitting up with confidence as a wide grin took over his face, Satoru nodded with his thumbs up. "Believe me, I wont! I know this is love!" Seeing Nanami roll his eyes before leaving, Gojo happily sighed before looking out the window. Leaning his chin in the palm of his hand, he eyed the cherry blossom that had petals delicately swaying in the wind. "She's my soulmate, I know we are destined to be."
#haruno writes;#satoru gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#gojo fluff#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x y/n#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#reader insert#fem reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n
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Centaurworld is intense as fuck what the hell
#robi rambles#when your split consciousness that you vreated so one half of you could be woth the woman you loved but the other half becomes obsessed with#putting you back together that he becomes a literal eldritch horror hellbent on raising an army of amalgamates and then it doesnt matter#because when you see the woman you did all yhis for in the first place (even if it was really your own selfish insecurity that drove you to#do it in the first place) she combines your two halves and tells you she would have loved you as you were and then she has to fucking kill#you to end the war#and also like. the representation of diversity and unity across differences in the face of adversity or somrthing#but also like. having to kill someone you loved because he split himself (LITERALLY!!!) in half put of again his own selfish insecurity#because he was so caught up in his own edgy self-loathing and despising his background that he projected it onto you#and thought so little of you that he put the part of himself that you admired in the first place through the worst torments imaginable so#the part that looked like you could be with you#and it led to a multi-year lond war with an eldritch horror beast#and then come to find out your husband IS the eldritch horror beast (or at least the part of him that you were drawn to in the FIRST place)#and then you combine the two halves into a whole again (which is eEXACTLY what your WEDDING SONG was ABOUT) to see the being you actually#fell in love with before you have to fucking KILL him to save not only your world but the one you were thrown into for years#and basically a the pain and torment and horror that everyone across both worlds went through is all because this fucking moron was so#caught up in his own bullshit that he sacrificed everyone ELSE just to be with you#and also he fucking. stabbed. the main characters best friend. like on screen and everything#anyways.
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