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As an autistic that can't 'read' people. That can't always pick up on things like flirting, aggression, sarcasm, anger, etc.. That doesn't often know when a situation might be a 'bad' situation. Or if a person might be a 'bad' person or give off 'bad' vibes.
I sure did learn to always expect the worst of anything and everything in compensation for my deficits.
#autism#actually autistic#autistic#actuallyautistic#asd#do i really understand what the worst is? no not really#but i try
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tried to channel my inner gregory house and suavely and impressively dry swallow a pill in front of a hot girl but i ended up choking on it and she had to give me the heimlich. this is how i imagine chase would try to flirt with foreman.
#my cringefail existence and bitchlessness continually impresses no one#but by god will i still try to seduce women. not well or effectively or in a way in which they notice that im flirting#but i TRY#choreman#house md#eric foreman#robert chase
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“streaming services are untrustworthy now”
THEY ALWAYS HAVE BEEN
THEY. ALWAYS. HAVE. BEEN.
You want to own your media. The music you love, the TV you love, the shows you love, the fic and podcasts and fanworks and books you love, DOWNLOAD THEM. I don’t care if you pirate or buy them (though the smaller the creator, the more I’d suggest you buy, or at least donate to them through whatever means available), but if you want to be sure that you’ll always have access, you need to physically own this stuff. Yes, even if it’s all digital.
The thing that streaming services offer is called SVOD. That means “subscription video on demand”. You’re subscribing to a provider, and you do not get a choice what the selection of content is this provider offers. Think of them like a TV channel. You can watch what’s on at any given time, but there is no guarantee that what you’ve seen will ever be shown again.
Back in the day, people started to use VHS to record television content and keep it. Tons and tons of academic writing has been produced on how much changed when people could finally OWN THEIR MEDIA. Do not give that up. Make sure you have this stuff. Turn off your wifi and mobile data and figure out how much media you’ve still got access to. If there’s something you’re dearly missing, go and make it accessible to you offline right now.
Here’s what happened at HBO Max (as far as I understand): they spent money on the merger with Discovery, and then figured out that they’d acquired shows, or now had shows in their catalogue, that they didn’t expect to make money off of, because the shows either didn’t fit their brand or their desired target audience or whatever else stupid reason they had. There’s this tax thing you can do where you can declare an expense a loss, essentially, if you can be sure that you won’t be making money off of whatever you acquired with that money. If it’s declared a loss, you don’t pay taxes on it. Now that they’ve declared the money they spent on these shows a loss, they cannot be found out to be making money off of them. This is why those shows are getting purged. And because nobody ever produced any physical media of these shows, or offered them for paid download where you got to keep the files, they’re just GONE. (And this is why art and capitalism don’t mix, sigh.)
This will happen again. We’ve got so many streaming services now that the smaller ones are starting to get bought by the bigger ones. A streaming platform isn’t a particularly profitable business, and since we have a few big names bouncing around the market, these big names are each going to have to develop their own specific brand in order to be unique enough to warrant a subscription (if they haven’t yet). So we’ve got mergers in an industry that’s struggling to stay out of the red and whose big players are desperately trying to develop individual, distinct profiles. Shows that don’t fit into this silo structure will be dropped and purged. Just like it used to be on TV, anything that doesn’t bring in subscribers (i.e. that doesn’t have broad mass appeal) will not find a place anymore.
Streaming is still better than traditional TV. At least they’re now trying to appeal to the people watching rather than advertisers, and there’s more leeway in regards to the kind of content that can be run. But the creativity is going to narrow. So any show that you love, anything that is exactly the kind of thing that you’ve wanted to see for years but that never got made because it doesn’t have “mass appeal” -- download it. Make sure you own it any way possible. They can take it away at any moment, and they will, because money beats art when you’re running your creative industries for profit.
#soapbox moment#i don't practice what i preach either#but i try#hbo max#advantage of being a vidder is HAVING to acquire stuff to work with it#but man it's gotten so much harder to buy stuff to own#just sell me a fucking bluray!#i am happy to pay money but then i want to OWN it not RENT it#sob and digital storage media deteriorates so quickly#if i could i'd print my favorite shows#you wouldn't download a car NO BECAUSE I CAN PHYSICALLY BUY ONE ffs argh
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A little butt gif for you 💖✨
#im shoving my ass again your face#im sorry you gotta deal with it#i dont make the rules#littlecutie#ignore the spots#this is what happens when im stressedd#i also cant move my hips circularly to save my life#but i try#tiny butt#for the cuties
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#stranger things#strangerthingsedit#userjake#usermaguire#usersaoirse#usersavana#userveronika#usergabe#flashing#eyestrain#*#tv*#st*#jb*#jh*#jopper*#no caption needed#the last gif makes me laugh so hard god they're so funny#gifs just don't do their scenes justice#BUT I TRY
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do you base the guns in Lotta Svärd on real ones that existed at the time? I was wondering, especially considering that one pose sheet you did with the rifles.
But of course. Outside of the few exceptions like the Lahti L-35 handgun seen in chapter 14, the most common weapon you see in the comic is the M/27 rifle, a modified Mosin Nagant for Finnish use.
#I'm not that good at drawing firearms#especially by hand without the help of digital tools#but I try
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MORE KREXIE YAAAAAAYYYY
I wanted to use this post to say a huge thank you to @spacelasagna (is it ok if I tag you? If not, I'm sorry)
I genuinely love your art so much, and it's what inspired me to post mine in here. Also thank you so much for the comments/tags you put when you reblog, they make me really happy! That's all :)
#I DON'T KNOW PERSPECTIVE#NOR BACKGROUNDS#but i try#so have this#krexie#toa#tales of arcadia#krel tarron#douxie casperan#douxie x krel
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you've mentioned writing fic before but I can't find where you've posted them. do you have an ao3?
I do have a an AO3! I'm unfortunately not much of a writer so I don't have a good track record with consistency or finishing fics I start, so be wary if you look at my stuff! I'm SolBaby!
#I apologize in advance#my dyslexia is my worst enemy so it's hard to write out all the stories in my head#and i'm also unfortunately an adult with adult jobs#so i don't have a whole lot of time to dedicate to the craft#but i TRY
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You always see to have the worst writing luck. It's nice to see you back though.
Aha, thanks for the welcome back. ^^' I'm am, in no way, tech-savy. I wish I was.
You know, I never knew about One Drive until now... well, to be fair, I did know about it, but I always disconnected my stuff from it, but maybe if I didn't, it could've saved my data. I'm just really dumb when it comes to computers and laptops.
Yet I'm writing a Sci-Fi Fantasy IF-
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im back
sorry for the wait. still coming to full terms about losing my aunt, but i'll be okay. posts and inbox matters will probably still be irregular, although things might go back to the same routine ive established here. thank you for being patient with me :")
anyways, please wait for me to clear my inbox first, i will get to it right now. apologies in advance if i get too overwhelmed.
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just saw that @theangrypomeranian and @br1ghtestlight give my old Zeke and Jimmy Jr drawing some more love again, thanks, it really make me giggles (theres has to be a least creepy way to say it) (do cis man giggle?) I'm rambling again.
Thankiu especially to @br1ghtestlight cause of course they inspire the piece itself, they just get so well how cheesy and dramtic this two are for each other.
Gods it makes me want to re-do the drawing, or mostly polish it. I just love this two dorks so much I wanna draw them eternally.
And beacuse this turn into a thanks for the suport letter (sorry) I also want to thank deeply to @goldendoodlerlockerlove and @babsvibes, this two are literally always liking even my silliest posts, guys you are truly the bests, I love you all.
@goldendoodlerlockerlove have supported even my rambling posts, thats love.
Wish to could give more back instead of just take. I swear I will strive to bring more and better drawings
(this started as a reblog, can you believe)
#im so happy when you like what i draw#i think i dont say it enough#i know im not the best at lineart#or colors#or composition#or...like anything related to drawing#but i try#and I really apreciate you liking it#it makes me feel less like a fraud#more like this drawing thing is something i can actually do#sorry i know im intense#i shut up know#someone seriously shouldnt let me use the computer right before going to sleep#my sleepy brain is too smushy#i get all sappy
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Short little Rhaemond drabble about Aemond doing The Most™️ when helping Rhaena with her hair...
👉👈😙
(A no Dance AU, they are long since married, everyone happy yada yada yada etc. )
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Aemond Targaryen was not particularly showy in public with his affections in the beginnings of his marriage. However, this did not mean he held no love for his wife. He was very much in love with Rhaena, but his rigid upbringing did not make him feel comfortable expressing his emotions openly the way so many others did and instead Aemond at first channeled his love into acts of service involving his bride’s hair.
The prince would make a habit of arriving to Rhaena’s chambers early enough that she was still getting ready for the day, and every few weeks he would simply sit and talk with her while her maids went through the process of freshening up her tresses. Until one day to her surprise, the fifth time Rhaena was getting her locks tightened and maintained, Aemond shooed away the maids and set to the work himself.
“I did not know you were experienced in the art of hair care, my love,” Rhaena joked, moving her head at his slight nudges whenever he selected a new loc.
“I’ve seen the maids at it often enough.” Aemond fastened a clutch of locs to Rhaena’s head with a long pin, getting them out of the way of the one he was to work on next. “I can do this for you just as well as they can.”
“So you can,” Rhaena smiled to herself. His hands, so adept with a sword and so skilled with the bow, were soft on her scalp. He was gentle as could be.
“I’ve also found a new tonic for your hair. To brighten the color with your regular washing in between your maintenance days...”
“Oh?”
“Queen Visenya would use it. Her own recipe. Not that you need it but I know how much you admire her and her famous concoctions. This one was buried deep in a food recipe book, of all things.” Rhaena hummed and enjoyed the information Aemond dumped on her as he would continue his work.
As time went on, Rhaena felt more comfortable asking Aemond for his opinions over a new accessory or headpiece to wear, often among guests at a ball or feast. He was usually seen toying with a strand of her hair, growing more comfortable himself in openly showing his love.
Being a royal, people often talk of you and your habits and with Prince Aemond and Lady Rhaena it was no different. First, it had been of the unlikeliness of their betrothal due to their less than amicable childhood. Now, the topic was of Rhaena having her hair looked after by her husband.
Many men of the keep thought it unseemly for a husband to have a fascination with his wife’s hair. Men were supposed to be warriors and rulers of their household, not lower themselves to participate in such frippery as looking after their wife’s hair...
One unfortunate day, one man was bold enough to voice this very opinion at training. Aemond swiftly and without hesitation shot an arrow through his jaw, not killing the man but doing it in such a way that his tongue was skewered through and rendered useless. No one rushed to the man’s side. Aemond called for a maester as he would call for a fresh horse. He tossed the bow to a shocked squire and walked over to the sword table, picking one as he spoke loudly and clearly.
“Let this be a lesson for all of you: my habits concerning my wife are not up for you to discuss,” he declared, picking up a sword and brandishing it. “I’m loathe to have all of you think me weak-willed and unable to handle a jest or hearing your opinions, so let me put you at ease: you can say whatever you wish of me. Talk of my missing eye, like you have for years. Continue talk of my position as a lowly second son. Talk of my lack of decorum at Lady Laena’s funeral all those years ago.” Aemond’s manner of speaking was light, not a hint of wrath in his voice, making his words all the more chilling.
The men remained frozen, the injured man continued screaming as the arriving maester attempted to staunch the flow of blood. Prince Aemond continued. “However, if you feel the need to speak of my lady wife in such a way that the things I do for her are to be perceived as....demeaning..know that your blood will be spilled. That is all.” With an unconcerned air, as if he had just finished giving instructions for the day to an attendant, he turned to clash with Ser Criston and continued training as the man he injured was dragged away.
Needless to say, no man in the red keep felt the need to give voice to such views again and Prince Aemond continued to care for Lady Rhaena’s hair.
#LISTEN I LOVE WRITING CORNY SHIT OK DON’T JUDGE MEEEEEE#rhaemond#rhaena x aemond#aemond targaryen#Rhaena Targaryen#back on my rhaemond bullshit 👉👈🥰#come and get y’all juice#plz judge me kindly my writing is not the best lmao 😅😅😅😅#but I try#dear god do I try 😭#I want to get good at writing and the only way is to embarrass myself on this hellsite I guess 😪#this is so Aemond centric tho...my goal is to write more Rhaena centric stuff soon...
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Old Friends #4
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Note: Charlie, the doctor, uses they/them pronouns.
Warnings: implied past starvation, violence
Laith picked at the food on the tray. He’d been stuck in the complex for a week, and there was no end in sight.
Techmaster had wheeled in a tv and dvd player a while ago, but Laith had already exhausted the stack of movies and there was only so much on Netflix he was interested in.
Currently, The Two Towers (extended edition) was humming along on the screen as he pushed around the potatoes on his plate.
He wasn’t hungry, but he should probably eat anyway. The doctor, Charlie, had told him he was nearly fifteen pounds underweight.
Nightclaw had always been stingy with food.
Laith scratched at the power dampener on his ankle. It was at an awkward place; he’d rather it be around his arm or something. But he wasn’t going to ask.
The other restraints had been removed, but Guardian didn’t want him using his powers to slip away.
Begrudgingly, Laith could see how it made sense. He had information; they weren’t going to let him go.
He ate another forkful of potatoes. At least the food was okay.
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Theo sat back in his chair, twirling a pen. He was barely watching the upload progress on the computer; it had been three days and it was still stuck at 68% progress.
He hated the waiting game. He’d run out of things to tinker with, his desk a mess of screwdrivers, wrenches, and a bolt cutter.
He didn’t feel like working on his big projects either.
Theo stared up at the high ceiling. Mateo wasn’t taking care of the cobwebs like he said he would.
The computer beeped, so suddenly he nearly fell out of his chair.
He righted himself. The progress bar shuddered forward in a lurch, and there it was.
Nightclaw’s entire server system, available right at his fingertips. Theo settled his hands on the keyboard.
Where to start?
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Nightclaw’s filing system was clean and organized, which made it easy to navigate. But the sheer volume of notes and documents was overwhelming.
Power dampeners, power, p, p, p…
Power dampener was not under ‘P’. Or ‘d’. Or even ‘w’ for world domination. Not that Nightclaw had a folder named ‘world domination’.
What was under ‘P’ was ‘Pictures, Laith’. The tiny pixelated icons splashed with red and pale peach dots, blood on skin.
Theo hovered over the icon of an image, hesitating.
He clicked the back button. Laith didn’t need more invasions of privacy.
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Theo had thought about worst case scenarios when Beatrice told him Nightclaw was experimenting with power dampeners, but his imagination apparently had nothing on the supervillain’s.
He scanned the blueprints.
From what he could tell, one of the designs was explosive, throwable dampeners. When they hit a target, the dampender exploded, covering the victim in a fine powder that stopped their abilities.
Temporary, but enough that Nightclaw could kill or capture whoever he wanted.
The other design was a much nastier version of Laith’s shock collar. There was no lock, designed to be soldered onto the neck. Tiny, needle-like spikes poked towards the flesh of the wearer. The metal had been switched out for a sturdier alloy.
He zoomed in one of the lines of notes, but the screen went black.
White text appeared on the screen.
Catch me if you can, before Clarksville gets leveled. Two hours. XOXO
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Laith caught them just before they left.
“It’s a trap,” he warned. “He’ll kill you.”
“He’s tried before,” shrugged Beatrice, “and hasn’t managed it.”
“Yet,” muttered Laith.
Theo pulled on his kevlar. “We’ll be fine,” he said, but this time he was unsure. Those dampeners looked flawless. It was only a matter of how long they could dodge.
“Be back soon,” winked Mateo, scooping up Theo and climbing up into the sky.
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“Come on,” said Charlie, “we’ll watch on the computer.”
They led Laith over to the massive desk, pulling up the feed of Clarksville news cameras.
Laith never understood the fascination of watching superpowered people thrash each other. He looked away from the screen, his eyes falling on the bolt cutters and wrenches on the table.
Charlie pulled up a tab of another news station, and then another, until they could see the fight from four different angles.
Laith looked up.
It was going well, it seemed. Three on one, until a boom sounded in the distance. From the shake of the cameras, it must have been a huge blast.
Guardian zoomed off to save lives, and it was just Warrior and Techmaster dodging Nightclaw’s weapons.
Laith watched the blurs on the screen move. He bit his nails in worry.
Nightclaw threw a- a something at Warrior, and this time she wasn’t fast enough.
She went down, cratering towards the earth.
Techmaster shot a grapple towards a skyscraper, intercepting her fall. Laith let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
But with Warrior down, and Guardian busy with yet another bomb going off, Techmaster was alone.
Nightclaw advanced on him, twirling his blade.
Laith knew the specific stalk of the supervillain. He was aiming to kill.
Laith snatched the bolt cutters off the desk, severed his dampener, and left for Clarksville, Charlie’s shouting still in his ears.
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Laith stumbled out of the shadow. The air smelled of smoke, and there was screaming in the distance.
He was on the right street, certainly. In fact, he’d landed exactly between Nightclaw and Techmaster.
What was he thinking?
Nightclaw stared at him, dumbfounded, before his face curled into a sick twisted smile.
“Aw, here to join the fun, darling?”
Laith scrambled to his feet.
“Get out of here!” shouted Techmaster behind him.
Nightclaw flexed his grip on the blade, a horribly familiar gesture that made him want to run.
He didn’t have the energy to teleport away, using all his juice to get there in the first place.
Nightclaw made a single step forward, and Laith turned and bolted.
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“Bea, come on,” he muttered, shaking her by the shoulders. He managed to get off most of the powder that downed her in the precious few moments Laith had bought them, but those moments were almost up.
He didn’t want to find Laith dead on the pavement, but the more he waited for Beatrice, the more likely that would be.
She groaned, still groggy.
He couldn’t wait for her any longer.
Theo grappled into the skyline, scanning as he vaulted across the rooftops.
The streets were empty, but the smog still made it hard to see.
But then, he saw a blurry figure on the ground.
He ziplined down.
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Nightclaw’s fist dripped with blood, but he didn’t stop hitting Laith until Theo tackled him.
Nightclaw shouted in surprise as they rolled on the ground. He shoved him away with his super strength, and narrowed his eyes at Theo’s interference.
A chill ran up his spine at the expression of hatred on Nightclaw’s face, wholly different from the detached “my-toy-is-no-longer-amusing” demeanor he was used to.
Laith pushed himself up to his knees. “Don’t, Master,” he whimpered, tugging at Nightclaw’s cloak.
Nightclaw kicked at his hand, stomping it into the ground. Laith cried out, and Theo watched in horror as Nightclaw’s boot heel twisted into his hand.
Theo took a step back as Nightclaw stepped forward. He tripped on a pothole, falling backwards to the ground, and Nightclaw took a blade from his side.
Theo’s heart pounded in his chest. He knew what to do, logically, but fear prevented him from reaching into his belt for a weapon.
Nightclaw made another step forward, raising his dagger.
Laith leapt up from the pavement, slamming into Nightclaw. He wrapped his arms around the supervillain’s neck, and they were swallowed up in shadow.
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#i never said i could write action#but i try#chekhovs bolt cutter#my writing#whump#villain whumpee#villain whump#hero whump#old friends
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I don't know why, but I always imagine Hunter in a natural background...
#I think he is hot your honor#Hunter#Tbb#The bad batch hunter#Tbb Hunter#Sw fanart#Star wars#Clone force 99#Star wars fanart#my art#I'm not good enough in digital painting#But I try#The bad batch fanart#the bad batch
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Hi Soph! Not fic related but i got a really low grade on my final and i barely passed the class, so I’m feeling really sad and underwhelmed because until now I’ve had really high scores so it’s a hard blow. I push myself too hard and I try to get everything right and perfect and when not I feel like a failure. Do you have any advice for that? I appreciate and admire you a lot.
Hello! Hi!
I'm sorry you got some bad results and that you're feeling low, what i'd say is a) no one has a perfect academic record, literally no one, everyone has a class or a year or an assignment they did really poorly on that haunts them but 99.9% it does not hold you back or impact your future in anyway so cut yourself some slack b) treat it like a break up, let yourself wallow for a day and then set it on fire, or whatever you have to do to not see it anymore and focus on the things that you can actually accomplish instead of the things you can't change
YOU"RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE I PROMISE
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