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duckyfruitbat · 5 months

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The Illuminatii YouTube Situation

The word of the day is allegedly.

Note: All people mentioned have made statements of their own on their YouTube channels, I recommend checking them out if you haven't.

The story so far, the you tuber the Illuminatii has a channel built off of weekly documentary videos up to an hour long meant to expose shady companies and public personalities. She was a part of the collaboration channel called Sad Milk with fellow creators, Oz Media, Wonder struck guy, The Click, One Topic at a Time, and Salty the Alien. By the end of 2020 half the "Milkmen" left do to various interpersonal reasons and the channel would eventually fall apart. Fast forward to today where allegedly the channel fell apart because of her being manipulative, vile, vindictive, and completely unyielding.

The situation only truly started when she decided to accuse Legal Eagle of stealing her teams editing style. The style being a highlighting effect and a torn piece of paper to display text. Two things that are so common with their video format that I'm 70% sure they copied it from 60 minutes. In response to a backlash she received from this, as well as the milkmen deciding to post some of their experiences with her on the podcast she decided to post a video addressing everything. The information she put in the video was sometimes debunked with the same screenshot.

According to the Click she tried to turn a situation with a sex offender in his discord server into a reason to push him away from everyone. He provided receipts that proved that the whole discord situation began and was resolved while he was asleep at 3 AM. The Click also had to point out some hypocracy on her part involving a certain word that he hasn't used in years and that she allegedly still uses. Speaking of allegedly, she had an alt account called doobyshmertz that would harrass Click and One Topic.

Wonderstruck had to tackle a hell of a lot more as he was accussed of being a lazy worker, neglectful towards his dog, being a squatter, and destroying the car he was buying off of illuminatii. According to Wonderstruck though, he was hardly given any work, Oz Media confirmed that he actually spoils the hell out of his dog, was living rent free because Oz who owned the house at the time allowed it and he actively did what he could to earn his keep. Also the car situation, the damage was minor at worst, and the mess was because he was living in the car because of how toxic things got in the house for him.

Oz went through hell. He's currently working on what might be the biggest and most damning video on the matter. Illuminatii seems to be scared of something in it because of the legal issues she's putting him through. What we do know is that they dated and while living together she turned his house into a dump, emotionally and fiscally abused him and put him into such a dire situation that she can snap her fingers and ruin his life. Which allegedly she's working on just that. She currently has the ability to foreclose on his own house due to a legal situation that he was coerced into doing. Ethically it is horrible, but legally she's in the clear and is looking to foreclose just before Christmas this year. He is very much in the thick of it and the situation is very much taking its toll on him.

Now about the state of her channel. During this whole thing she briefly tried to rally her fans in a sort of cult of personality sort of way. Here's the issue though, her videos gave her an audience that is critical of this sort of behavior and also sensitive to the methods she's used over the years. All resulting in her views dropping and her channel just silently uploading new videos while she pretends nothing is wrong. As of right now her videos are struggling to break 20k views while previously they regularly got over 100k and her most popular getting millions. She was even forced out of a different podcast called the Leftist Mafia because they started finding the milkmen's videos.

To make things clear, it was all the original milkmen who came out against Illuminatii, all corroborating each other's claims, all with consistency. The only one who hasn't made a video on the matter is Salty the Alien, but he was in One Topic's video on the situation. Even former employees are coming out against her. In an effort to silence them, she started filing lawsuits that were made public. In her efforts to defeat her enemies she failed to realize that she set her own fields on fire.

Now for the opinion section. I feel very much inclined to believe everyone except Illuminatii. During this situation old dramas she was involved in started showing their ugly heads, including when she tried to send a mob against a pregnant woman, her abuse towards another ex boyfriend, as well as with a different collaboration channel that she was a part of.

I remember seeing her Illuminatii exposed video when this started. I thought that something just wasn't right. My suspicion was proven right as everything started rolling in. I once respected what I perceived as her journalistic integrity, her tenacity to go for the truth and to expose corporations and people as they truly were. She built up this persona of being a respectable person who stuck to her morals, only to show that she wasn't too different from the people who made it onto her channel.

Now I was originally going to end this article here but as I was writing it I found an update. In an effort to gather funds in order to avoid getting foreclosed, Oz Media started a stream accepting donations with a goal of $10K. It only took twenty minutes for him to meet his goal, he was sent so much money and love from his audience that he was sobbing on camera in relief and joy with the comfort of knowing that he could keep his house. He was speechless for an hour. A bit of good news at the end of all this.

#sadmilk #Illuminatii #youtube drama #oz media #dead man games

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notthestarwar · 1 year

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having Jango thoughts on this night

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”―Fyodor Dostoevsky crime & punishment

(Keep coming across new quotes that make me think about Jango but with this already being soooo long and also the image descriptions not working properly I've decided to try this again with multiple shorter ones split in to themes. Part 1 is here.)

i just… what if you were a man and everything that could have gone wrong went wrong, time and time again. and it happened to you so many times, at such defining points in your life, as you were growing, that it made you in to everything you never wanted to be.

what if you couldn’t allow yourself to feel, what if you ran from yourself and in doing so, were numb to the consequences of your denial. were ignorant of who you were becoming. what if you rationalised the terrible. what if you convinced yourself you were right because to face that you are wrong, that you could be better, is too painful

what if you started on this path, inadvertently. the worst happened to you and you didn’t deserve it. but the person you became after that tragedy, was someone that maybe did deserve each tragedy after it. what if you were your own worst enemy. what if it didnt have to be like this, but it always would have been like this, because this is who you are now.

what if your whole life was defined by surviving the people you loved. what if you kept surviving the unsurvivable, and it left you alone, everytime. what if you could never move past that loss. the grief is a haunting. you should have died and you didnt.

what if nobody hates the man you have become more than yourself. what if you are everything you hate. what if you walk a path of self destruction trying to destroy the person you have become, trying to find the death that escaped you, and until you find that end, everyone else is only collataral damage

what if the person you could have been, in a better world, haunts you. what if you know that those that you grieve, would hate the man you’ve become, the person that loss made you. what if your love for your family, for your people, was corrupted, twisted beyond recognition. something good, made horrific.

what if the idea of facing any of this, the idea of allowing yourself to be something that could once again be loved, terrified you. what if you work to destroy the possibility. what if there was a way out, there were 100 ways out, but you never would allow yourself to take any one. what if, you hurt those that tried to love you, because you couldn’t stand the vulnerability

[and its not letting me insert alt text so i’m gonna reblog with an addition with the desc. plus additional sources i’ve found for some of them that were missing from the og posts]

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what if people want to tell themselves you are a bad man, something evil. less than a person, only a monster. but really, the very worst thing about you is how overwhelmingly human you are. how you are a person that in kinder world, might have been good. how even here, you are still so very human, all of your worst cruelties are fueled by fear. you stand as an example: of something that every person can become. a horror that lives in each of us, a person who does the unimaginable, because it is easier than trying to be good. a person who takes one mistep, and then another, and finds themselves running down a hill.

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tumblr post by longsightmyth Here’s the thing I keep trying to articulate and possibly failing: I don’ actually mind characters who are terrible people. I have enjoyed many. What I mind is characters who are terrible people while the narrative keeps trying to say that they are wonderful, often contradicting what the narrative shows us, with no self awareness

tumblr post by exilley “Doomed by the narrative” is sexy and all but i think the narrative wanting to save a character who is utterly set on dooming themselves isnt as much of a thing and it’s so good as a concept antigonick 5d ago

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.” -Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

“1. Man is a MORAL animal. 2. You can get human beings to do anything-IF you convince them it is moral. 3. You can convince human beings anything is moral.” - Frank Bidart, excerpt of “In the Ruins”, in Half-Light

“ Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.“ -Anne Carson (Translator), Grief Lessons

tumblr post by supreme-leader-stoat “This story is a tragedy because it didn’t have to end this way.” “This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way.” addition by veliseraptor #the best: this story is a tragedy because #there were SO many ways it could have gone differently #but the very fact of the characters” natures precluded any option but the tragedy

tumblr post by manywinged obsessed with the concept of being haunted by yourself addition by manywinged maybe you were someone you hate now, and that person remains a cold hand on your shoulder that says you do not deserve this. perhaps you had to destroy yourself and become someone else to escape something worse - but now they hang over you like a shroud. you abandoned me. everyone did, but you - you were all i had, and you left me to rot. maybe the life you could have had was taken from you-and isn’t that a death of sorts? - and now it shadows your every step. you keep moving further away, but it follows. there’s a ghost after you, and it wears a frighteningly familiar face.

tumblr post by louisegluckpdf best kind of character is ‘guy that didnt die when he should have’ (quotes) “To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.” Anne Carson “I survived myself, my death and burial were locked up in my chest.” Moby Dick, Herman Merville

Walter White: I’ve been to my oncologist, Jesse. Just last week. I’m still in remission. I’m healthy. Jesse Pinkman: That’s good. Great. Walter White: No end in sight. Jesse Pinkman: That’s great. Walter White: No. I missed it. There was some perfect moment that passed me right by, but I had to have enough to leave them. That was the whole point. None of this makes any sense if I didn’t have enough. And it had to be before she found out. Skyler. It had to be before that. Jesse Pinkman: Perfect moment? For what? To drop dead? Are you saying you want to die? Walter White: I’m saying that I lived too long. You want them to actually miss you. breaking bad, fly, dir. rian johnson

“I am someone who did not die when I should have died.” anne carson

tumblr post by: autisticandroids many problems are caused by the mindset that the world is divided into good people and bad people and the bad people can be “found out” and removed, eventually leading to a utopia containing only good people. addition by: andromeda3116 “It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, then what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.” –Jingo, by Terry Pratchett

And all of my devotion turns violent (according to google, from boyish by japanese breakfast)

“You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind.” (google says: Venetta Octavia “the burning”)

“What a thing, to be both starving and empty. To ache for love- to take the scraps from it’s table, and yet, run sickly from the feast. You can’t fathom why I’d gobble your kisses but duck your attention, please. Understand- Some of us have gone so long hungry, the idea of being full feels worse than the affliction. (LOVE DISORDERS AND OTHER OLD HEARTACHES, by Ashe Vernon)

I was far too scared to hit him But I would hit him in a heartbeat now That’s the thing with anger it begs to stick around So it can fleece you of your beauty And leave you spent with nowt to offer It makes you hurt the ones who love you (google says: sam fender-seventeen going under)

Ivy Walker: Sometimes we don’t do things we want to do so that others won’t know we want to do them.

To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. In the grip of it pleasure or pain doesn’t matter. You think what will they do what new power will they acquire if they see me naked like this. If they see you feeling. Anne Carson, Red Doc

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“came back wrong” this “lived wrong” that, what about dying wrong. my death will forever cling to you, leaving behind a slimy trail and a metallic taste in your mouth. my soul will forever drag you down like the heavy corpse of a long-dead god, who somehow still grants wishes. you can’t tell which one of us is the one not letting go. you know not even your own death will end this.

post by: papayajuan2019 cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

post by:mycannibalromance (quotes)

even if you don’t have something anymore, you can be defined by its absence Joan Tierney, free range angel produce

And I want to go home But I am home mountian goats riches and wonders

In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing Mark straind, keeping things whole

the expurgation of a neon sign and the team’s prov sions of the house’s powerful ability to exorcise any and all things from its midst.“F Mark z danielewski house of leaves

But here I touch an open wound: my memory. -rosario castellanos memorandum on tiatelolco tr. maureen ahern

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#post editor why do you fight me so #there are like 15 versions of this post at this point none of them work #jango fett #jango #Jango characterisation #this one seems the least broken so i guess i'll tag this version to use for my ref

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onlineproblems · 9 months

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ok not to be a mommy issues bitch but i was working on my story that i've been trying to write for like 3 years. and thinking about my mom. and wondering why i feel so much angrier at my mom than my dad, though they both wronged me. in different ways which arent really comparable but neither one more or less than the other.

my dad was distant and never praised me, always had criticism, higher standards for me to meet, and rarely told me he loved me, was the disciplinarian parent who wasn't involved in parenting unless it was to punish us. he's very different now that we're adults and i think he's realized that he won't have a relationship with his kids if he keeps acting that way, because he texts me often to tell me how much he appreciates and loves me. and although he knows i'm a godless atheist liberal, and he always tries to work god bullshit into the conversation, he basically still accepts me.

meanwhile my mom would always talk to me growing up -- about whatever, her frustrations with my dad, emotional stuff, our interests, religion, etc. we didn't get super deep because even when i was a christian i didn't share much with my family, but i was closer with my mom than my dad. i thought of her as more open-minded than my dad, but suddenly it was like a turn-around happened (or i just became more aware) and she was suddenly spouting low-key alt-right anti-vax, homophobic, end times bullshit and it kind of sucker-punched me to hear it from her. if i ever thought i could come out to her, i was quickly disillusioned. she said something like 'god would cause gay people to die sooner so that they wouldn't keep sinning' and i just had no response. she got her counseling license this year; she's a marriage and family therapist. fuck.

she's divorcing my dad which i think is a good thing; their marriage was not happy. he was basically incapable of expressing his emotions and he didn't mistreat her but he definitely didn't treat her right. he has decades of unprocessed trauma and he can't stop watching porn. i discovered it on the family computer when i was 10 years old. he tried to commit suicide five years ago. he locks up his computer and tells his whole church about it for 'accountability' and punishes himself but he can't stop. i don't know what the fuck went wrong with him. my mom won't tell me what happened to him but she's implied that he might have been molested or had something similar happen as a kid. i don't fucking know. how they've been married for 30 years i have no idea.

i have compassion for them both but i hate they way their bullshit has affected me and my brothers. my dad's inability to cope prevented him from taking care of us. my special needs brother went without the care he needed because my dad wouldn't leave his work in rural africa, because he was afraid of living in the us and feeling inadequate. he was an expert in his field there, but in america he was just another guy. i was depressed and suicidal and untreated and my mom probably was too but her ideology didn't allow her to disagree with her husband, so we stayed. and i hate her for that. for never challenging him, for just bending to his will when we all needed help. when my brother needed medical care that wasn't available where we lived.

i feel stunted, my emotional development so behind where i could be if i was allowed to interact with my peers during my formative years, because of my parents. our house had a yard with 8-foot walls around it and i never left there except to go to church. i had to cover my body for 'modesty.' i hated my body. i had an eating disorder. i was afraid of other people. i couldn't make friends. without going into detail, there were times i felt exposed to predatory men when i should have been protected by my parents.

and like....my dad should have taken responsibility, he should have woken the fuck up and cared for us instead of being in his own head all the time. i feel like i should be angrier at him and hate him more. why is my hatred more for my mom? is it because we were closer, so the betrayal feels deeper? is it because he's making a real effort now, actually putting work in to change the behaviors that harmed me, while my mom seems to have no awareness that she caused harm? i mean, she blames everything on my dad and doesn't really take any responsibility. i started cutting in college and she lamented to me last year that she ''really wanted to move back to be with me" but my dad didn't want to come and "she didn't know what cutting was". her excuse was she had never heard of cutting, and her husband said no.

she's had so many missed opportunities to care for and support me. i've been open with her about what i believe in, what i want to do, how i've changed, and her responses seem perfunctory, while my dad actually seems to take an interest in me even if he disagrees with most of my beliefs. i guess i feel like it's more important to me that he's actually trying now even if i don't think he'll ever really change. the effort is what matters to me. i don't think my mom is interested in trying -- it doesn't feel like she is. but i don't know. it just feel wrong to hate her so much more than him. it seems disproportionate.

i've spent time in therapy for most of these experiences so i'm not horribly affected by them anymore, and being an adult and having distance from my parents means it doesn't cause the agony it did when i was a teenager, but as they're divorcing this year it is bringing this sense of 'choosing sides' a bit closer. so a lot of memories are coming back up. in 2021 i spent like 4-5 months processing ptsd from my childhood and now i feel a little residual angst from it.

i'm a functional adult, and i'm pretty happy day-to-day. i know everyone has their own issues and traumas that inform their lives that we just don't see, nobody has it all together, and i try to keep that in mind and be merciful to myself when i feel like i should be...idk better at life. it's pointless to think about what-ifs and i don't, really, but i am pretty bitter and angry about how my parents could have spared me a lot of pain when i was young and had little control over the way my life went. i never want to have kids, for a lot of reasons, but i can't imagine giving birth to a child and not being intentional about the way you care for them, knowing that it's inevitable you'll fuck up, but wanting to be as informed as possible and giving them the best you possibly can because they're basically helpless. you can't be selfish when you're a parent. if you have a kid simply because that's what you're supposed to do, what the fuck are you doing? that's a person. i look at the children i know, or at my younger siblings, and i can't imagine not sacrificing my desires to care for them. abstractly, i don't like kids and i feel awkward around them, but jesus christ. your own child? especially if you chose to have that child? you're just going to sit back and let them suffer, because you don't want to be uncomfortable? don't have a kid if you can't handle it.

sometimes i wonder if i'll ever be normal enough to feel safe by myself, after my experiences with predators that my parents didn't protect me from. if i can leave my house alone and not feel a little bit of panic under the surface. i'm hopeful since i've made progress over the years, but it comes in waves -- grows and fades. i wonder if i'll stop automatically going on the defensive when certain subjects come up. if i'll stop having nightmares about being sent to hell and my mom telling me she was right all along. i wonder if i'll ever be able to feel normal about having a disagreement with someone i care about, without feeling like i'm sinning, like i need to be punished or i need to absolve myself because i'm so used to emotional abuse and neglect from my parents and church and 'god' that it informs my interactions with friends and especially my spouse. creeps in when i'm vulnerable and makes me act horrible when i want to be well-adjusted and healthy.

this be the verse, eh? they fuck you up. they really really do. and this really got away from me but god i just had such an outpouring of thoughts. it was cathartic. and i can't journal so it all goes to tumblr lmao.

#therapy time :)#this is really heavy and talks about suicide and eating disorders and what amounts to emotional abuse and neglect basically #so uh don't read unless you're just really interested in my fucked up life lol #it's also super long and i can't imagine that it would be interesting to anyone else lmfao #amceled

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startrekdescribed · 1 year

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hi! i'm sorry to be a bother, but i had a question i've noticed you've reblogged a couple of my gifsets (thank you btw!!) to which you added description since i already had description in alt, i was wondering if this was not enough? or is alt description lacking in some way? i tried looking it up but i couldn't find anything about it, and if it is the case, i will add the description in text of course thanks for your help and all you do to make star trek accessible to all!

Hi!

Honestly, it's not bother at all. I'll answer anything somebody asks, or just messages me with.

Okay, so, alt text is better than no description, I simply pull your descriptions and add it as plain text because it's more accessible for everyone.

I don't use or require a screen reader, but I've asked those that do, and they've said that alt text can be quite tricky with tumblr, sometimes it flat out does not work, if the image doesn't load then there's no description at all.

It's a way to make the description accessible for all, those that don't have access to alt text (I'm an exclusive mobile app user, I won't realise something has alt unless they specify, it's the only time I'll swap to browser), those that don't require a screen reader but still need a description, those that may suffer eyestrain and other disabilities, sometimes the clash of colours/fonts just makes the image unreadable.

I hope this helps!

#Sorry‚ I have this terrible tendency to ramble #But I also love your gifsets #They're simply amazing

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soleminisanction · 1 year

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You seem like youre frustrated with her character the same way I get with her too.

I think see the potential of the character she could be and should be with the correct writing and stories.

I really didnt like her Batgirl run either. There are bits and parts of it I do like and concepts of things there I love but I really dont care for it.

I also wish she wasnt used as a marketing tactic during "run" as Robin. If they were actually serious about it, they wouldve written her run differently and hopefully better.

Thats also the problem with all comic book characters, they have so many different writers with different ideas of what to do with these characters. Unfortunately some of them dont like the characters they write for. I know that Dan Didio hates Steph and never wrote her well because of that. (He also hated Dick Grayson and wanted to kill him off too)

Characters like Steph really are up to interpretation how they are supposes to be personality wise. Recently i havent been liking how shes been written for certain comics (Batgirls, Wayne Family Adventures)

You and I similar to seeing a character we want to be better. I see that she has all this potential to be a great character and love her despite all the garbage writing shes had over her 30+ years of existence

The lack of good stories is a part of it, yeah.

It's also the fact that, while she's hanging around not telling any stories of her own, her ability to do so often comes at the expense of other characters. Like a few months back, they randomly shoved her into a Titans line-up when she's never been a Titan, not once in her entire career, while the actual Batgirl who joined the Titans, Betty/Bette Kane, was nowhere to be seen. And she's part of what ruined YJ 2019, getting forced in awkwardly purely because a bunch of her stans spent months harassing the creators on Twitter, spewing racist epitaphs at the new black characters and demanding that she be included in a team she wasn't solicited for and, again, had never been a part of, purely because Tim was there and they decided he wasn't allowed to have a life without her.

And speaking of that last bit, don't even get me started on the Tim Drake Pride Special again or we'll be here all day. It is genuinely offensive how many people demanded that Tim's coming out be oriented entirely around the feelings of his straight ex-girlfriend.

That's why I can't read Batgirls, either. I can't stand the way they write the relationship between Steph and Cass, it's got no teeth, and perpetually reduces Cass to Steph's "Kato," the hyper-competent Asian sidekick who does all the actual work for an inept white person. Even the issue where they tried to make a big deal out of, "Ooo, this is a special CASS CENTRIC ADVENTURE, we're doing it COMPLETELY SILENT with NO WORDS!" turned out to be all about her running around trying to find Stephanie, and then they copped out with the gimmick and made it so the only words in the book were Stephanie's, talking mostly about -- surprise! -- herself, how great she is and how much she loves being a Batgirl.

Ugh. Spirit World can't come fast enough.

Honestly, when it comes to her run as Robin, I think the story itself could've been just fine if they'd left it as it was and just, hadn't made a big freakin' marketing deal about "OoOoOooOooOoo, the GIRL WONDER, how SPECIAL!!!" They didn't do that with Carrie. Or Tris Plover. Hell, at the time a few people pointed out how silly it was for them to make such a big deal out of her being a girl when Carrie Kelly is the most well known alt-Robin period and the co-star of one of the defining texts of the age.

But, y'know, Carrie was a short-haired butch tomboy with thick glasses who fought with a sling-shot, while Steph is the single most gender-conforming Bat-femme since Betty Kane and is consistently drawn to show off her child-bearing hips so. Yeah.

The part that honestly needs fixing is War Games, which I honestly think is still something that Steph needed to happen, because it did lead her to a moment of growth that she desperately needed (even if Chuck Dixon and Bryan Miller later ruined it.) I think you could fix that story up with just a few adjustments. But, hindsight is 20/20 and all.

I do have to caution a little against attributing malice where ignorance or incompetence is more likely, though. I've never seen any evidence that Dan Didio "hated" either Steph or Dick; rather, what he saw them as was expendable. By all accounts I've ever heard, when he was editorially mandating Dick's death in Infinite Crisis, he legitimately didn't know that Dick used to be the original Robin, he just knew that Nightwing wasn't Batman or Robin and thought that made him expendable enough to kill off for shock value. It took Geoff Johns talking him out of it at literally the last minute to get him to see sense.

(Seriously, you can tell that the page was drawn off a script where Dick got full-on murdered, and the original floppy release didn't have the hilariously awkward page they inserted into the collected editions where Dr. Mid-night promises to save him. It's kinda funny in retrospect.)

Stephanie was the same way, it wasn't that he "hated" her, he just didn't care about any character introduced after the silver age and thought that killing her off would be more ~shocking~ than letting her live and learn a lesson. Didio wasn't evil, he was just bad at his job. Your standard incompetent white guy failing up.

#dc comics asks #stephanie brown critical #long post #batgirls #robin

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fission-mailure · 1 year

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Every so often, I look back on Friendship That Ended About Two Years Back and marvel at how many absolutely fucking luminescent red flags there were that I ignored or minimised to myself, initially because I lacked the emotional maturity and social skills to go “No, this isn’t okay, I’m out of here,” and eventually just because it was enjoyable to have someone to chat to and share writing ideas with, and easier to stick with that routine even as those chats consistently became more and more uncomfortable as she dived head first into TERFery and eventually out-and-out alt-right views, and as I became more and more angry about her emotional abuse tactics.

(Which I do still sort of miss, but not enough that I actually miss that friendship.)

Like, in the very first year that I knew her, she got stressed over exams and started taking it out on me, including making up lies about me and telling them to other people while I was there. Like, the one that springs to mind is when I said “There isn’t any shame in a university graduate working a fast food job, people do what they need to in order to survive,” and that got twisted into “University graduates should accept any job they’re given and be grateful for them.” And once those exams passed, she immediately stopped and I let it go as a ‘Well, people get stressed,’ -- but in hindsight, I should’ve taken that as a sign of things to come.

And, like, in the years afterwards, there were other clear signs that This Would Not Be A Good Friendship. She got angry if I was unhappy about things, even things unrelated to her, and outright told me I should pretend to be happy around her. At one point she told me to slouch because ‘sitting up straight looked arrogant.’ She would fly off the handle and use silent treatment (sometimes for weeks) if she had any kind of problem, usually without ever trying to discuss the problem first. She’d get weirdly obsessive in her hatred of certain media -- there was a sixty day period where she would steer every conversation to how much she hated The Hunger Games, a book she’d never actually read, and on multiple occasions she’d bring up Wonder Woman into an unrelated conversation and then get furiously angry, to the point of screaming “SHE’S A WHORE,” over and over again.

These were, to put it lightly, kind of red flags. And there were so, so many more.

And in the end, my eventually breaking off the friendship came down to several incidents piling up over a span of years and sticking in my head:

-- The fourth or fifth time she tried to get her way by using silent treatment on me, when she deigned to talk to me again, I mentioned that that wasn’t okay, she agreed, left for a dinner with her parents ... and then immediately started using the silent treatment again. For three months. Admitting afterwards that it was because I dared to say that it wasn’t okay.

-- She gaslighted me, directly denying something she’d done multiple times and saying I was delusional and hallucinating. She was stupid enough to do this over text, so I kept and still have the screencaps and logs of that. When she found out I was keeping them, she accused me of ‘threatening her’ and ‘trying to make her kill herself’ by ... keeping records of her gaslighting me. A thing I did because I knew that if I didn’t, she’d gaslight me over it again.

-- She’d always been skeevy about women, but two things really amplified that: The Amber Heard case, where she became obsessed with hating Heard and praising Depp, bringing them up constantly; and the sudden prominence of TERF voices post J.K. Rowling going mask-off, at which point she went full TERF.

-- And the thing that sealed it in the end, and probably the most minor thing on this list: She went silent treatment on me for two weeks after I disagreed with her about her shitty transphobia, and when she started talking to me again, immediately got angry that I hadn’t bought her a birthday present, then angrier when I explained that of course I hadn’t bought her a birthday present, I didn’t buy presents for people who were ignoring me. She declared that she’d only done it for ‘[my] own good,’ and I said that I was leaving and wasn’t going to talk to her.

-- I ... think she believed that my leaving, which was me cutting off our friendship, was actually just me giving her the silent treatment? Even though I’d made it pretty clear that, no, I was ending our association. Because she sent me an e-mail three months later (after I made a remark online about how an anti-vaxxer, anti-lockdown pub landlord who’d been on the news was a dick), like, Dramatically Ending The Friendship, even though I’d ... already ... ended it ...

If I’d recognised the early red flags for what they were, I could’ve just avoided the whole thing, but living your life in the middle of nowhere with alcoholic parents and a whole lot of bullies at school isn’t a great foundation for setting adequate boundaries, so. Here we are. But I’m definitely happier and healthier now that I’ve cut her loose, and she’s -- I don’t know, I haven’t really cared enough to check. She’s probably an anti-vaxxer by now or something.

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Small Beginnings

That’s when Phoenix Business Solutions started. (phoenixbusinesssolutions.co.za)

In the same time, we faced alot of trials, fear, insecurity, shame from others, and doubt in ourselves... Somehow the trust in my husband and in his abilities grew with leaps and bounds. There were times when we had to believe for food, for work, for an income; but we came out stronger. I then started working with, and for my husband (I remember it was when I was younger, I said that if I get married, I would like to marry someone who could lead me in business, (little did I know...).

I started off doing marketing, and very soon started loving design. Digital design on platforms like Canva.com was so easy, and doable, even for me - I never thought I’d be able to design, but I quickly learned the ins-, and outs- of design, tutorials on design principles, fundamentals, colour, shape, spacing etc.

It was, and is, wonderful; and then I started taking an interest in SEO, because you see, when you design something, authentic designs has more authority on the internet if the alt text and seo is done right, but SEO seemed like such a mountain, completetly out of reach for someone like me... until I started learning more. Hint: Neil Patel (neilpatel.com) is awesome at SEO, and he’s a good teacher as well. I learned alot from him. My husband is very good at SEO as well, and I learned alot from him too... He also mentored people globally, and taught some locals who now earn their own living. But it wasn’t overnight...

His business picked up when we realised what a mess many designers make of (on) websites... So he grew in credibility too. He also gained many clients from designers who stuffed up, or never performed.

It reminded me of something my dad always used to say: “That your word is all you’ve got, and you only have one reputation... that money cannot buy you a good reputation...

I’m a little less like my dad in that regard. But this was ingrained in my husband, and I had alot of changing to do - which was not easy for me either. The first five years of our marriage was really not easy. Like in, really. Not for me, and not for him either. In the meanwhile, I tried building my first for-real website. I really love the Lord, so I made something Christian. It was really not easy, and I didn’t know a quarter of what I know now. If I knew then what I know now, I would’ve made the site much more engaging, but it’s over. I then tried (Ithink) two different things (one of which website design), but I worked for six months, engaging on social media, advertising, working on my site... Nothing... I think I then realised that it was not what I was supposed to do... But I still love(d) talking, words, encouraging etc.

Then I built webnetincorporated.com. To me it made sense to name my site something that has to do with online work, not involving something specific. Bye for now... Stay tuned for more...

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genshin-impact-cheats-engxi · 2 years

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Genshin Impact Cheats + Moded Launcher Safe [NEW]

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Dabi smut with a teacher. Like in some quirkless au or something (He’s scarless but hella pierced and tatted), he had to pick up kid!Shoto one day and he sees his hot black teacher (Sis got thickness and curves for days, even in simple clothes) So he consistently picks up Shoto (even when he doesn’t have to) just to hit on her and when he finally scores a date with her, he’s at his limit after seeing her in casual wear and how amazing her personality is.

I LOVED this request. I had so much fun writing it and the details were amazing! I hope you enjoy

Hot For Teacher (Dabi x Black Reader) Quirkless AU

“Ah, come on kid,” Dabi sighed, expelling a stream of smoke as he waited at the curb for his baby brother to get out of school.

He rolled down the window to air out the car and watched the stream of middle schoolers burst through the double doors and head to their respective busses or cars.

“Shooo,” Dabi groaned, “where are you? I got shit to do, kid.”

He enjoyed hanging out with his youngest sibling, and he had no problem picking the kid up, but he also had a business to help run. If he didn’t get back to the shop in an hour and a half like he’d promised Hawks, he’d get an earful about responsibility and time management and blah, blah, blah.

He leaned back in the driver seat, deciding to give Shoto another fifteen minutes before he texted the kid.

Just then another wave of kids exited the building, Dabi’s bright blue eyes scanned them before landing on the finest woman he’d ever seen in his life.

Her cream colored silk blouse popped beautifully against her rich brown skin and a pair of slacks hugged her wide hips. Her makeup made her dark eyes sparkle and red lipstick painted her pouty mouth.

Dabi sat up, turquoise eyes running up and down that beautiful body of hers as the sexy teacher strutted past to talk to parents and wave good bye to students. When she turned around, his eyes slid down to the fattest ass he’d ever seen and he licked his lips.

Damn it must be hard as hell for her students to concentrate in class.

She turned again and began walking back towards the school. Fuck! If he didn’t stop gawking he would miss his chance. He couldn’t let that happen.

Holding his cigarette between his lips, Dabi quickly stepped out of the car and took leggy strides to catch up with the teacher.

“Excuse me.”

She turned around, her big dark eyes landing on him. Immediately Dabi knew she was sizing him up and wasn’t impressed. She gave that same disapproving teacher look Fuyumi gave whenever she was put off by someone.

Regardless, he flashed her his most charming smile. He may not be a goody two shoes like these other khaki wearing dads out here, but he knew he looked damn better than any of them.

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. I was just hoping you could help me out.”

“Sure,” she smiled back, showing off a pair of pretty white teeth. “Let’s start with that cigarette. It’s against our school policy to be smoking on the premises so if you could.” She cocked a brow expectantly.

Dabi cocked his own pierced brow back in response, but quickly stubbed out his cigarette on a nearby janitor’s cart and threw it away in the accompanying trash can.

Her smile widened. “Great. Now, how can I help you?”

Dabi chuckled. “Well, ya see, I just got this new phone and cleared out all my old contacts. Ya know, new year, new me and all that,” he shrugged, “anyway, my contacts are pretty empty now. So, I was wondering if I could get yours.”

She let out a little snort of amusement.

“That’s your pick up line? How many Girls have had the misfortune of hearing that one?”

“You’d be the first,” Dabi smirked back. “Figured the usual ‘hey beautiful, what’s your name’ line wouldn’t exactly help me stand out.”

“Trust me, you don’t need help standing out.” She replied, eying him again.

“Then that means I’m ahead of the game, right?” He held out a hand, “I’m Dabi.”

Tentatively, the teacher shook it. “Ms. Y/n.”

“Ms. Y/n, huh...” Dabi repeated slowly, his eyes ran over you with a barely masked longing. “Not ‘Mrs’?”

“Not yet.” You replied.

“How soon are you looking to change that?” Dabi asked, his smirk growing a bit smaller and more intimate.

“Who said I was looking to change it at all?”

“Certainly not me,” he replied, “that’s why I asked. I would love to talk more about how much you don’t want to change it over dinner sometime though.”

You fended off a smile. You were not about to give this over confident asshole any encouragement.

“Sorry, but I make it a point not to date my student’s parents.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m not a parent then.”

“Oh? So you just like to stroll on the campuses of random middle schools and hit on the teachers for fun?”

Dabi chuckled again.

“I’m here to pick up my little brother. Ah, hell, speaking of which, I actually could use your help with that. Kid hasn’t come out yet and I’ve already been here over half an hour.”

Your pretty face immediately crumpled with worry.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Todoroki Shoto.”

“Oh!” You looked surprised. “Shoto. I think I saw him headed towards the baseball field. I think the team has practice today.”

“Dammit! Really? Well, I better go say hi to the kid anyway. You mind, uh, leading the way?”

“Sure.” You shrugged.

Turning, you took the lead and guided Dabi towards the baseball diamond behind the school. You could feel the man’s eyes on your ass the whole way, and couldn’t help but put an extra switch in your hips as you did. Much to his appreciation.

You had to admit the man was fine as hell. The black undercut with lines cut in the side, his multiple piercings and even the colorful tattoos you saw peeking from under his fitted black tshirt were hot as hell. However, you had long since given up on bad boy types. You preferred nerds. Still a little light flirting wouldn’t hurt anything, right?

“There he is.” Dabi stated once the two of you verged on the field. He held up his hands to his mouth and called out: “Yo, Sho!”

The boy looked up, heterochromatic eyes widening in surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had practice today you little half and half?”

“Why don’t you ever check mom’s texts?” Shoto shouted back. “She told you to come later.”

You snickered as Dabi pulled out his phone and checked his text messages.

“Huh. Well I’ll be damned.” He muttered to himself. “Alright, kiddo, I’ll be back in an hour!”

“Can you stop shouting and leave now?! I have to concentrate.”

Dabi laughed before turning back to you.

“Anyway, thanks a lot for your help Ms. Y/n.”

“Just doing my job.”

“Still, I would love to thank you properly. Maybe over coffee.” He said, sounding hopeful.

“Before it was dinner.” You quipped, playfully.

“I know. I‘m just planning for future dates.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “It was nice meeting you, Dabi.” With that you turned and strutted off.

“I hope you know I’m gonna keep trying until I get a yes or no.” He called after you.

As you entered the school’s back entrance you could hear Shoto shouting: “Can you please stop hitting on my teachers? I have to see them everyday!”

Unfortunately for Shoto, his plea seemed to go in one overly pierced ear and out the other because almost everyday since then, Dabi made it a point to stop and talk to you when he came to pick up Shoto.

“Hey there, Ms. Y/n. My contacts are filling up fast. You sure you don’t wanna reserve a spot?”

“Sorry Dabi, but my no dating policy extends to immediate family members as well.”

“I hated to cancel our reservations, but you’re left me no choice, Ms. Y/n.”

“Nobody told you to make reservations, Dabi.”

“Dinner was lonely the other day. If only I had a beautiful black queen to keep me company.”

“I’m sure There are plenty of black queens out there that would have loved to accompanying you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t have been you.”

Dabi was unrelenting. Always complimenting how amazing your outfits looked on your skin tone, how flattering your make up was, or if you wore a new hairstyle or new jewelry.

You couldn’t lie. The attention was both flattering and refreshing. Since becoming a teacher, you usually only got hit on by studious academic types. Attractive yes, but straight laced and all the same with their game

Unfortunately a disturbing amount of married dads also tried their luck with you.

But Dabi was different.

He may have been a far cry from your usual type, but he was always perfectly respectful and even funny. Not to mention he was much closer to your own age than other men that came on to you.

He must have started bribing Shoto for help or asking him about your interests too. Because sometimes when he would see you, he’d have a new book to give you or your favorite iced tea from a cafe you always frequented. Which, admittedly, was pretty damn cute.

The tatted up alt boy was actually growing on you. So one day, when both of you least expected it, you finally agreed to give him your number and go on a date.

That was the first time you ever saw him straight up smile. Not smirk or grin. He actually beamed. Just like a little boy who’d been told he could have a puppy.

Ok, ok. You admit it—he was cute.

Hopefully, that charm would extend over to dinner.

When the big date came, Dabi cleaned himself up. Opting out of his usual dark attire for a deep blue fitted Ralph Lauren polo and skinny khakis. He even took out some of his piercings in an attempt to look more presentable. He thought he cleaned up pretty nice if he did say so himself, but it was nothing compared to what you strutted in wearing.

Dabi had gotten used to your stylish but conservative work attire. He was so used to your hot teacher look, that he forgot you probably had some regular clothes in that amazing wardrobe of yours.

And damn did you pick out the most show stopping dress you had. You wore a wine colored dress that cut low in the front showing off those juicy tits of yours and stopped above the knee. The heels you wore made your thighs look even yummier and your ass was jiggling out of control with every step.

Down boy. Down boy. Down boy.

He scolded himself.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely, Dabi?” You teased.

“I’m Touya tonight, beautiful.” He struck a pose like a GQ model. You laughed. “Dabi was that guy that kept hitting on you, Touya’s the guy that’s gonna try not to screw it up.

“Oh,” you ran a manicured finger along his solid chest, “well, I agreed to a date with Dabi, but I guess Touya could be fun too.”

Dabi licked his lip, and your eyes fell on his tongue piercing, hungrily.

“Depending on how well the night goes, you might see Dabi come out later tonight.” He replied, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, but could feel your cheeks (and your pussy) warming.

“Boy! Come on.”

Dabi as Touya opened the door to the restaurant and ushered you inside.

The restaurant he took you to was definitely a high end place; complete with soft candle light, a jazz quartet, and a maître d’.

The chemistry the two of you had definitely translated over dinner.

Dabi was just as funny as he always was and he was genuinely interested in getting to know everything about you. He hung on to your every word about the funny things your students did in class. He enjoyed hearing your college stories. He even knew some of the books you enjoyed reading and could talk literature easily.

You discovered that he was the co-owner of a tattoo and piercing shop. He was the oldest of his siblings. And he enjoyed traveling and learning new things.

Dabi enjoyed vibing with you. He loved that your personality and sense of humor was just as amazing and substantial as that body he wanted a piece of so bad.

Dinner rolled into drinks and lasted well into the night. By the time the two of you were done it was damn near four A.M.

From that night on, you and Dabi became practically inseparable. He picked you up from school right along with Shoto for dinner after work, swung by with coffee, bought you any and everything you wanted (he does come from money after all) and after a year of dating, you became more than just a ‘Ms.’

Pt.2

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more than gold

summary: A lost Jedi Temple, a riddle, some literature, and feelings that Cody isn't ready to speak out loud. | AO3

note: written for @codywanweek and the alt day 5 prompt Sith/Jedi Artefact Shenanigans! sliding in on the last day with one more thing written than expected, so i’m happy with that! i’m pretty ill today so i hope it actually makes some coherent sense 😂 also if the riddle was super obvious, soz, never written one before and turns out it’s really hard.

“You know, I could have sworn I told you not to touch that,” Cody says conversationally, from where he’s splayed out on his back.

“Really? I’m sure I didn’t hear you,” Obi-Wan says, cheerful despite being crumpled in a heap. His elbow is in Cody’s gut. Cody glares at him.

The room they’re lying in is circular, stone, carved out of some Forced-damned mountain and according to Obi-wan, practically thrumming with power. The ceiling is high and vaulted, letting in slivers of light where intricate mirror systems catch the sunlight of double suns and project it deep underground. It takes on a slightly blue cast, reflecting off the huge pool of water they were lucky to not fall into. Four walkways at each cardinal point lead to a central platform, and interspersed between them are four waterfalls.

It should be serene. Except now the waterfalls are travelling backwards, and all the doors, including the one they came in by, are blocked. Cody scrambles up onto his elbows, dislodging Obi-Wan with a grunt.

“What did you do?”

Obi-Wan follows his gaze and gasps, delighted. “Now, will you look at that?”

Cody is looking. Frankly, he doesn’t trust this place enough to not keep his eye on it at all times. Obi-Wan keeps saying that this temple was built long ago, by ancient, peaceful Jedi as a place of learning, and that it won’t hurt them. After they got cut off from the rest of their men at the entrance, however, Cody thinks he could be forgiven for having his doubts.

As Obi-Wan himself proves, peace-keeping hardly rules out danger.

“Amazing,” Obi-Wan breathes, hoisting himself to his feet without a second glance, to walk back up to the plinth and stalk round it, examining the incomprehensible runes engraved there.

Cody is left to peel himself off the floor, and instead goes to prod at the barriers now sealing the exits with the end of his blaster. He tries not to look too much at Obi-Wan, at the soft sweep of his hair and the span of his shoulders. Being on their own like this is something he’s avoided, of late - not because he doesn’t enjoy it, but because he’s starting to enjoy it all too much.

He doesn’t trust the way his heart leaps when Obi-Wan smiles, when he asks him to call him ‘Obi-Wan’, when the cycle draws on and they’re up late again, companionably finishing reports and debating strategy. Or, as they had been doing until Cody got cold feet and started finding excuses, debating novels, which Obi-Wan checked out of the Temple archives and read aloud, one chapter at a time, before they turned in for the night.

He doesn’t trust himself not to ruin this by overstepping. There’s something about his general that makes him lose all control of his tongue, and puts him in danger of voicing thoughts that really he should not be having at all.

It’s agony. It’s bliss. It’s stretching him to breaking point, and this is possibly the worst situation they could have ended up in, really.

“These are made out of water,” he says over his shoulder, grunting as he tries to push his blaster through. He is, of course, unsuccessful.

“Ingenious,” Obi-Wan says. “How did they manage that, I wonder?”

Cody cuts a glance back at him, and grins, despite his exasperation.

“You’re not more worried about how we’re going to get out?”

Obi-Wan waves a hand. “I’m sure the path will reveal itself, in time. Oh, look - Cody, I think this is a puzzle!”

Cody bites back a groan. They do not have time for this. They never really had time for it, but Obi-Wan promised it would be a brief detour on their way to the capital for hyperspace lane access negotiations. He’d looked so excited by recon reports of a lost temple that Cody just hadn’t been able to say no. He’s never able to say no to Obi-Wan, even when he isn’t following orders. It’s probably his fatal flaw.

“I don’t suppose there’s an off switch? A back button?” He asks hopelessly. The Force, at least the Jedi sort, very rarely seems to work that way. Obi-Wan is always talking about moving through problems, about seeking balance and adapting to what’s around you, rather than manipulating it. It’s not Cody’s favoured approach; he was trained to leverage his environment to its maximum advantage, and finds he has little patience for anything else.

Obi-Wan snorts. “This is a defensive mechanism, I’m afraid. Judging by the architecture this was built at the height of the Sith Wars. This artefact is designed to trap us here until we understand the mechanism and progress, or until, back when the temple was occupied, someone would come and deal with the intruder.”

“That doesn’t sound very peaceful,” Cody says.

Obi-Wan shoots him an amused look, the warm, soft kind that makes heat rise from the pit of Cody’s belly right up to his ears.

“Even a pacifist may defend himself,” he says, then leans over the pedestal. “Now, how about you stop grousing and come help me with this?”

Cody rolls his eyes, but goes, slinging his blaster across his back and crossing his arms.

“And stop looming,” Obi-Wan laughs, catching one of Cody’s gloved hands and pulling it down to rest at his side. The simple touch makes Cody’s cheeks burn.

“Don’t see what help I can give you, Sir,” he says, frowning down at the characters surrounding the bright blue artefact. “I was never any good at Ithorian.”

Obi-Wan pauses, then tilts his head up. “Ah. Is that what it is?”

“I - I think so?” Cody was never any good at his language flashtraining; he never had the proper patience for it, but he can usually figure out the basics.

“No, no,” Obi-Wan muses, stroking at his beard with his free hand. “You’re quite right. Goodness me, it's been a long time since I last saw this dialect. Let’s see now…”

Cody steps back and waits, keeping his attention firmly split between their blocked exit points while Obi-Wan ponders. The slow upward movement of the waterfalls is eerie - it still makes noise, but none of it is right. Instead of the gentle patter he expects of water joining a larger pool, there’s a faint gurgling as they move further into each grate, travelling somewhere he cannot see.

Obi-Wan finishes his fifth circle round the platform, and the hand at his chin goes still. Cody stands at attention, expectant.

“It’s a riddle,” Obi-Wan says, and if possible, his delight grows. “Yes - the language is coming back to me now. Do you know, I haven’t looked at Ithorian in maybe 12 years?”

“Sir?” Cody says, tilting his head to look at the characters more closely. He doesn’t have even a passing proficiency at modern Ithorian, and presumably it’s changed a bit over the millennia. His training was focused on the basics, and only the useful bits, at that. He thinks he can make out the words for ‘ water ’, and ‘ enemy’ , both of which are either unhelpfully descriptive or frankly discouraging, but that’s about the extent of it.

“My old master - he loved prophecies. When I was a teenager I could never see the point of it, but it meant I spent a lot of time learning the old Ithorian dialects. They’re known as the most peaceful species, did you know?” Obi-Wan shakes his head. “They’ll exile anyone violent, it’s quite remarkable, really. I suppose in some sort of idealistic emulation, a lot of the early Jedi texts are written in their dialect.”

His blue eyes are keen, his laser sharp focus firmly on the podium. It gives Cody a moment to observe his clever fingers, the long line of his neck, the open delight with which he tackles this new problem. It’s a rare thing, to see him so relaxed, and Cody can’t help the fond smile that creeps up on him despite the circumstances. This almost makes it worth it, and on reflection, he’d rather an ancient temple than the last thing that had made Obi-Wan so happy; a wretched, bioluminescent fungus, which had infected half the battalion and given them hives. Their general had studied it for weeks.

Obi-Wan’s lips quirk up. Cody barely trusts himself to speak.

“I didn’t know, Sir,” Cody croaks, then pauses, fishing for something normal to say. “Didn’t we have to defend the governor’s daughter from an Ithorian bounty hunter on Ganaris-IV?”

“Well,” Obi-Wan grins. “Those exiles have to go somewhere, don’t they?”

Cody huffs a laugh and reaches up to scratch his neck at the seam of his bucket.

“Let’s just hope they didn’t all come here. What’s this riddle, then?”

Obi-Wan shifts to the side, then points at a spot on the podium. “As I said, it’s been a long time, but I think it starts here, and goes something like:

A thing to be forged, where water is thicker,

Worth more than gold, unless it’s pyrite that glitters.

An enemy of my enemy, or in hard times, in need,

Sometimes fair-weather, or in high places indeed.

What are you, traveller? ”

All of Cody’s hopes that it would be something nice and obvious, like “lightsaber” or, given what’s going on around them, “gravity”, escape from him like smoke. Jedi and their metaphors. It’s not just a quirk of Obi-Wan’s, clearly.

“Does that mean anything to you, Sir?” he asks, turning the words over in his head once, twice, then frowning when nothing comes immediately.

Obi-Wan’s brow is also furrowed, but in a leisurely, meditative manner.

“...I have some ideas, I think,” he says. “How about you, my friend?”

What does he think? He thinks that there are other sorts of puzzles he is much better suited to. Word play and idioms...what does a clone have to offer that?

Still, Obi-Wan is watching him, expectant and gentle, and he sifts back through the lines, a little more seriously this time.

“Ice, maybe?”

Obi-Wan nods, slowly. “Perhaps. Walk me through it.”

Cody swallows. “Ice is something that can be made, right? It’s not exactly forged, but…”

He trails off in uncertainty.

“Go on,” Obi-Wan says with another one of those soft, devastating smiles. It fractures all the thoughts in Cody’s head, and he has to stop, clear his throat and gather up all the pieces.

“I suppose...it’s just thicker water, isn’t it? On warm planets it’s a valuable commodity, it’s found in high places, and I suppose if you wanted snow, a freeze would be fair weather.”

Obi-Wan is rubbing his beard again, and he’s still smiling. “Fascinating. I would never have thought of that...only, I don’t think it’s quite there. That mention of pyrite is troublesome, and the ‘enemy of my enemy’, where does that fit in?”

Cody shrugs his shoulders, frustrated, and feels a hot flush creep up his neck. “Don’t know why you’re asking me, to be honest, Sir. Kamino hardly covered poetry.”

There’s a slight pause, then Obi-Wan’s hand is on his again, tugging it slowly down from where he’s crossed his arms.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he says, soft.

“Do what?” Cody’s voice is gruff.

“Dismiss yourself. You do it sometimes when we’re reading together. There is often no right and wrong answer to these things, no secret. There is only perspective, and you see things I never would, if only you would trust yourself.”

Cody looks down and away, back towards the waterfalls and their slow, glacial climb. He isn’t sure that’s true. He enjoys what Obi-Wan shares with him, what other lives he gets to touch in their books, but more than anything they convince him that, beyond war, he knows very little of anything at all. He would like to, someday.

His eyes land on Obi-Wan’s lips briefly, before he tears them away. Particular experiences he would like to know more than others.

There was one book that Obi-Wan had read early on, back when this infatuation was just setting its first tendrils into him, about a forbidden romance at the heart of the old Mandalorian court. Two heirs of rival clans battling to be together against the good approval of their noble relatives. It had been torrid, ridiculous and entirely unexpected when Obi-Wan had suggested they break up their reports with some literature.

But what it had done was give him the words to express the crawling heat in his stomach, the urge he has to reach out, to touch, to soothe, to care for. He’d known what he wanted before that, of course, in a more rudimentary manner, but it had gifted him the language of yearning.

Suddenly, a particular passage springs into his mind and he straightens.

“You don’t think it could mean ally, do you? In Beneath the Armour, Mata threatens Clan Riza by saying he has ‘allies in high places’.”

Obi-Wan pauses, and then a brilliant smile spreads over his face. “Yes, that’s it! Pyrite - Fool’s Gold; a false friend! Brilliant Cody, whatever made you think of that?”

Cody grins, even though Obi-Wan can’t see it, and doesn’t answer.

“Is that really it?”

“I think you’re very close,” Obi-Wan says. “The characters engraved into the platform...yes! Stand close to me, Commander.”

Cody does, watching curiously as Obi-Wan lifts his hands, shuts his eyes, frowns, and pushes . Six blocks that make up the platform lift, the characters on each glowing bright, lurid blue. Under their feet, something scrapes, shifts and clunks, before the platform lurches upwards, spinning gently.

There’s a thunderous gurgling sound, before all of the pool beneath drains away.

“The answer,” Obi-Wan says, slightly breathless, his hair a little out of place. “Was friend.”

“The doorways are still blocked,” Cody notes drily. The plinth with the blue orb that started this whole mess has also risen, and underneath it are a set of very wet, slimy looking steps. “I don’t suppose it’s as simple as just walking down these and getting in?”

“Likely not,” Obi-Wan agrees, then inexplicably shifts a little closer, so that they are sharing space. Cody’s heart skips a beat. “But it’s like I told you, Cody. You are far greater than what you have been given.”

Cody coughs and looks at his feet, at their boots almost toe to toe, pleasure at the praise singing low through his body.

“Now,” Obi-Wan says, too close and not close enough. “How do you feel about another puzzle?”

Cody groans, laughing, and after a moment, follows his General into the dark.

#codywanweek2021 #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #alderwrites #i would tag this jedi culture but i literally pulled this out of my ass #there is absolutely no basis in canon here #only vibes #the clone wars #star wars #codywan week 2021

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secreteddsworldblog · 3 years

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Quick Hide Me!

Tom x M!Reader You enjoyed getting out of the stuffy apartment and away from your jerk roommates.

You had the day off from working at the music shop and would have spent it mindlessly going through your socials at a park bench all alone like a loser if it wasn't for Tom texting you in the morning wondering if you'd be up for a walk around the town. A chance to have a guide to show you where the hidden jems were, from good food joints to shops with cool kicks.

It's been a good three hours walking around window shopping before the unexpected happened. You left your country to get as far as away from every failed relationships you've had. If you didn't know any better you'd say you were the problem. All of them had a tendecy of ending with you dipping without a goodbye with the exception of the last one. From previous self reflection you'd put yourself down with all the reasons you are a burden but a more gentle part of you says you're only flaw was the taste in people. Your first Ex was a bit of a urban rat trying to run a small punk gang and made a few good moves under your co-supervision. The second Ex was a cult leader in a rural small town that really managed to knit together a following. To bad he wasn't keen on giving you the credit you deserved. The third Ex was less painful compared to the first two in the way that it was cut short before any sense of deep dedication could form. Probably because your Ex's attention was more on the terror group than on you. You were admittedly called somewhat of a pet than actual partner.

Oh the beautiful Clover, an Ex who was the most tamest of Ex's that gave you a sense of normality that helped you realize seem healthier but still boring.

And your last Ex; the final Ex- Honestly the best Ex you've ever had. A god send ignoring the fact that he was a serial killer.

Who would have guessed one of them would follow you all the way to across the great pond. "And then-" You were getting heated up by the story you were telling Tom. He always showed an interest in your stories, stories about your adventures, stories you didn't know if he actually believed. To be fair they were a little far fetched and if you hadn't left out so much details that could prove it's not a tall tale then maybe he'd actually be a little more concerned than entertained, "Shit"

Tom adjusted the strap to the bass that bounced against his back with every step. His void like stare blinking once in a while looking between your face and the path in front of you both. When you stopped in your tracks his contentment with life became confusion. What could make you halt to a stop and take a step back? "What?" "It's my Ex, help me hide-"You rose your hand up to cover your face and turned to be sideways on the sidewalk letting people slip past you both. Tom squinted turning back to where you could have been scanning just seconds ago. "Quick, He's already on the same block coming this way-"You place a hand on his upper arm clinging to his short sleeve trying to turn him to walk the other way for an escape. But just as you took another step back his other hand reached over to your wrist with a firm but not painful grip. With a strong force to bring you to be parallel to him and a gentle push causing your shoulders to hit the wall of the building. As fast as that happened so did his next swift movements. Both his hands, palms flat against the bricks, were on each side of your head. He hunched foward with his head tilted ever so slightly and eyes hald lidded. This behavior was one you've never seen from Tom. At the moment he was angry at all your Exes. He was angry not knowing which one could be making you feel unsafe at this moment. Angry at what little he did know about them yet not have a single clue what they look like. He already had enough of foes being threats to people he holds dear. He's not going to let someone close be a victim again- or worse. "What does he look like?" Toms whispered in your ear as you tried to avoid making eye contact with him or your ex by looking thoughtful at the ground. Amping up the false appearence of what could easily be confused for a couple he lets a hand slip from the wall to push the lower part of your face to move upward. "He-" From the corner of your eyes you can see your Ex getting a clear view of you and Tom before making an expression of what was a cross between disgust and jealousy. He didn't think he'd find you being with a bass player. Silently and bitterly he jay walked across the street, "He's gone". "Say, you weren't lying about seeing your Ex were you?" Without seeing for himself Tom was a little skeptical about his moves. Then again there's no reason for you to lie. This wasn't the same as spinning stories. "No, Thomas, I wasn't," You only used full names when trying to make it clear you're not playing games, "You can give me space now." It took Tom a moment to figure out what you meant. He had forgotten how close he was and how he had been stroking your chin with his thumb," Oh right." Finally giving you space he kept his hands to himself now, "If you ever need backup just let me know. Edd still has our Tank parked in a storage unit." Feeling better you shook your head, "I can handle myself." You would ask to go back home but you don't think it would be a good idea to go straight back there knowing that you could be followed. Some battles you prefer to fight alone. The day went on. Author notes: Bruh, I need to stop writing close to midnight when I'm brain dead. Have this rushed piece that I've been thinking about for the past two days. There's an alt ending I'll upload later. God I'm bad at righting Canon charas but most characters are hard to put out without relying on pure visuals if there isn't a very noticable speach pattern. Critism is welcomed.

#eddswolrd #tom eddsworld #m!reader #xreader #x reader #eddsworld x reader

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wheat-privilege · 2 years

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Daily running—for everyone? For most people? For anyone?

I looked it up, I tried it, I kept a log. Now I'm posting it, so I can call it "a case study" instead of "confirming my existing suspicions".

I've been wondering about daily exercise. Most of us make a point to walk every day, and if we do more intense exercise every single day, then we usually switch off what we're working so we don't end up putting one part of our body under continuous strain.

Yet, running seems to be an exception to this rule. Despite it being a full-body, high-impact, weight-bearing exercise, there are a great many people of the internet who certainly claim that they run every single day.

And, in fact, if you take a quick dip into the wilds of Google you can see sites like Healthline (who keep a Medical Affairs team to "help ensure that the information we publish is accurate, evidence-based, current, person-centric, and trustworthy") advise you in pretty strong terms to run three miles a day.

The results on Google haven't been updated like the article itself, so I've included both for completeness.

(Image descriptions in alt text. I have linked the article here but consider this a heads up that if you follow the link they dedicate much of it to burning calories.)

Of course the title is misleading—deeper in the article we find tucked away the idea that "you may find that a rest day [...] is necessary". (Like... yes, obviously.) And then they suggest that you might need to swap some days out for low impact cross training. And then they recommend you mix in walking intervals because it is in fact hard to just get up and run 3 miles.

So ...not running three miles a day at all, then, is in fact their recommendation. Nice. Glad to see that that was made crystal clear in the title!

At any rate, this is just one example of the way daily running gets treated online: You should do it. In theory.

I was curious as to how it would feel, and what impact it would have, if you—me, as an amateur runner at whom such advice is usually aimed—really did try to run every single day. But I physically cannot run for 3 miles (which is almost 5km). Even if I could make it that far, I doubt I'd be able to repeat it the next day.

So I settled for one (1) mile, every day, for a week. I started on the 19th of March, and I wanted to see if I could make it the whole 7 days, and if so, how I would feel after.

Well, spoiler (or tldr if you don't want to read that far): I made it 6 days and then tapped out.

I'm not much of a "runner". For the most part, gurus claim you're "running" once you hit about 9.6km an hour—so, around 6 miles an hour. I gotta admit, I'm, at best, about a 7km (4.35 miles) an hour jogger. I'm slow.

So that's all my disclaimers about the actual parameters of my efforts here: I can't "run", and I can't make 3 miles. But I've been jogging between 3 and 4 times a week for 14 months now. So... I imagine, if you've read this far (congratulations, you) you're probably already seeing why the advice that any average person should, or indeed could, run 3 miles every day maybe has some flaws.

Here's my break down of how this went for me.

On day one, I jogged a mile and clocked in at around 13:28. This is great, for me.

Day two, 15:05. Okay, well. Oof. Not every day is a banger! But I was already feeling less rested and less useful.

For day three I regret to admit that my log just says, "Warmed up, jogged a mile, cooled down, ✔️," so... thanks, past me. Very informative.

Day four was a jog that took just over 15 minutes. By day four, small muscles in my feet and ankles weren't very happy with me.

On day five, I bucked this trend by getting down to 13:15—my chat records (bitching about it privately, as is traditional) show that someone had come into the gym, taken the very nearest possible machine to me, and commenced glancing sideways at me over and over. So I guess it's always good to know I can run faster if I feel like I'm actively fleeing danger.

Day six had me heaving myself through a jog that was frankly at a walking pace—it took me just under 16 minutes. That's nearly a minute for every hundred metres, so I'm not joking when I say it's basically a walking pace. My day six quote from chat says: "it was not looking good for our hero." Yeah. Okay.

By day seven, I was picking up weird twinges and aches, I felt slow as heck (deeply demotivating), and the muscles in my legs were very unenthusiastic. Aaaand I walked it.

So there ended my experiment: not only can I not run three miles a day without rest, I also cannot jog even one mile a day without rest.

Interestingly, although I've gone jogging 5 times since I decided I was done with it on the 24th, I haven't made it through a continuous mile since. I keep dragging myself through slow jogs that break down like, "500m, walk, 1km, walk, 500m, cool down, lie down." I don't know if this is a matter of mental discipline (i.e., i simply do not want to) or how I feel physically, but I suspect it's a bit of both.

What's my take away from all this?

Well... mostly that I think this idea that you can run every day is pretty well relegated to people who have a high existing level of running fitness. I think it isn't going to work for people who are yet developing their running fitness—and at whom, ironically, such advice is typically aimed.

I suspect the vast majority of us who jog for exercise are more likely to be better off doing a 3 or 4 times a week jogging schedule. I also suspect that increases in frequency should be done carefully and by degrees—and always with at least one day to rest. It probably doesn't matter if a rest day comes only once every 10 days if that's what suits you and your legs and feet and little niggles best, but I think it has to come at some point and you must fit it into your schedule somewhere—but since most of us have weekday jobs, it'd be pretty convenient to put it in a 7 day schedule.

That's it.

TLDR?

Don't run every single day unless you're very fit for running. You'll feel bad and hurt yourself.

Reserve at least one day in your schedule for rest.

And sometimes health advice given on the internet is foolish at best or intentionally misleading at worst.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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thran-duils · 3 years

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alt storyline

Per a couple requests, this is the other chapter I had started writing for Lost in Zero Gravity. It would not have ended the story and just added to the angst. And like I said, I felt we were all deserving of some (bittersweet) happiness for an ending. 😘 It is not a complete chapter since I stopped writing (and it is more than 1,200 words like I said on the other chapter, whoops. Almost 1,600).

I am done writing the story but am willing to share this!

Tony had been acting more distant as the weeks passed. He had even let you go to a doctor appointment without him, much to your immense shock. That was the moment you knew for sure that something was up. Steve had looked stunned as well seeing you walk in alone and you did not miss the brief look of satisfaction when you told him Tony was busy. He was in good spirits, coercing you to go next door so he could at least buy you lunch. Daryl was there, so you accepted since he was going to be sitting with you. Afterward, Steve had offered you a ride home, but you turned him down, leaving with Daryl.

As time went on after that, Tony was staying away for longer spans of days and when he was there, he was standoffish. He slept in the bed, but he brushed off your advances more often than not, telling you he did not want to “tussle the baby”. You had tried to say sex was perfectly fine during pregnancy, but he was firm. The nights he was not there, the bed was cold, and you were lonely. You wondered where he was. To you, there were only two options: He was either reconciling with Alessia or he had found another.

You were in your seventh month, and you cradled your stomach, sitting on the patio in the setting sun. It was getting to be unbearably hot, and the pregnancy made it even worse. You had AC inside, but you wanted fresh air, even if it meant sweltering in the August heat. The sweating was doing nothing to help lift your mood either. You found yourself alone again and when you had texted Tony asking if he was going to come over, he had responded not tonight. You felt miserable for yourself, sniffling every so often.

He had voiced his opposition to the situation from the beginning. He would not touch your stomach and you feared that it was what was driving the wedge between the two of you. You were not the fun side piece anymore, you were pregnant. That was not sexy, especially not with another man’s child.

Maybe this would cause you to be free of Tony too.

And that thought made you scared. Birth was not far off and after that, then what? If Tony was moving on and Steve was off with his child and his wife, where did that leave you? The apartment would be gone soon. You had no money of your own since you had not been allowed to work ever since this arrangement came into motion. And Steve was not giving you the money you owed him, he was just writing off the debt. And how would you work that out with Tony on his end for what you owed him? What if Tatiana would not take you back? You had caused a lot of stress for her. And you were not sure you even wanted to go back to the escort business.

Tears stung your eyes. This is exactly why you had not wanted any of this in the first place.

Later in the night, you were sitting on the couch, staring at nothing, still lost to your intrusive thoughts. The console had long since turned off after inactivity and you were sitting there in silence, eyes watery.

Running your thumb over the screen of your phone, you held it tight, just begging yourself for the strength to not do what you were thinking.

But the loneliness got the better of you.

“Y/N? Is something wrong? It’s late,” Steve answered sounding worried.

“No... no nothing’s wrong. With the baby,” you said, sniffling.

“What’s going on?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, caressing your abdomen. What the hell were you doing?

“Nothing. I’m sorry for calling so late. Goodnight,” you told him quickly before hanging up.

He was calling you back instantly and you sighed heavily, clutching the phone. He knew something was wrong and he was not going to let it go. You answered him.

“Y/N?” He questioned when you did not answer straight away.

“I’m here,” you said quietly.

“What is going on?” he repeated more forcibly. You shrugged even though he could not see you. “Do you need something?”

Your vision blurred as tears stung your eyes, your heart tugging at how concerned he sounded. “I’m lonely,” you whispered pathetically as some tears escaped.

“Where’s Tony?”

“Not here,” you admitted tearfully. “Again.”

You heard Steve sigh from the other end of the phone.

“I hate being this person, but I did tell you, dove. He has the attention span of a goldfish. I’m honestly surprised he lasted as long as he did.”

You looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop the well of tears but it did not help. You sniffled again, wiping at your eyes.

“I know you did,” you whispered.

“You want me to come over?”

Your heart pounded. Was that what you wanted? Really? He was willing to do it, sounding eager too; he had not hid that undertone completely. You wanted company. You wanted touch. And he was the father... your mind flashed to your doctor appointments where he seemed to cherish touching your stomach, his face alight.

“Yes,” you said hoarsely.

<><><>

Steve got up quickly from bed, going to his closet to put some clothes on. He was grinning. That stupid bastard had done exactly what Steve had expected him to do and he had pushed Y/N right back to him. He knew Tony was going to get jealous the more he was faced with seeing Steve’s child growing and Tony was the poster child for self-destructive behavior. Steve had played the long game and it looked like it was paying off.

As he left the closet, he barely spared a glance at the empty side where Cecile’s clothes used to be.

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Steve walked into the apartment past you, and you closed the door behind him. His eyes were wandering over the layout. You were watching him closely, still disbelieving of yourself that you had allowed him to come over. His eyes landed on you again and he cracked a small smile. “Well, I will say, I was shocked to learn how close you were to Tony’s.”

“Me too.”

“Not your choice then?” Steve asked and you shook your head in confirmation. He made a small noise of acknowledgment before he moved further into the apartment, and you followed. Luna jumped up on one of the island barstools and meowed at him. He smirked, “Haven’t forgotten me then?” He reached out giving her a small scratch behind the ears.

“It’s certainly more Victorian than the last place. Not usually the taste I would think Tony would choose. He’s usually so sleek. But since it’s closer and he was keeping you away, seems well enough. It is a beautiful layout in a nice neighborhood. I’m glad he kept you safe in that way. And the little one, of course. Just making sure the both of you are doing alright and safe is what’s important.”

Steve turned to you when you didn’t respond and he saw you clenching your jaw, tears brimming. He exhaled softly, “Oh, dove.”

<><><>

Tony grabbed his slacks off the carpet and tugged them on over his boxer briefs.

“You’re not staying?” Yanira asked from behind him on the bed. She was still wrapped up in the sheets.

“No,” Tony chuckled, shooting her a look. “Did I stay last time?”

“No,” she answered him, looking slightly out off by his attitude. “But... I would like it if you would.”

She was pretty enough. He had slept with her once before and had gotten a whiff of desperation about her. After a couple other one-night stands, he had circled back, thinking the sex was worth the risk of her being potentially clingy. It had been good, but he was not going to do this a third time. Not with the way she was trying to get him to stay. The clingy feeling was not a potential anymore, it was a reality. It was not attractive and furthermore, a third time would indicate something serious, and he did not want to give off that vibe. This was strictly casual.

He was using a different escort service than Tatiana’s, not wanting to potentially order a girl who happened to know Y/N and would tell Elisha and then Elisha would tell Y/N. He did not want that mess. As soon as Y/N was done with this business with Steve, everything would go back to normal.

Tony snatched his dress shirt off the ground and threw it around his shoulders. “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta go.”

He heard her sigh, and he rolled his eyes, his back to her. He buttoned up his shirt quickly and finished dressing himself. Snatching his cell phone off the side table, he froze seeing he had a missed call and a text from Wylan.

“Is Mr. Rogers supposed to be here? He said Y/N called him?”

Tony opened his phone to see if he had any missed texts from Y/N but there was nothing past when he had told her he was not coming tonight.

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Tony walked into the apartment and found Steve coming down the hallway.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Tony snarled.

“I was coming for water,” Steve said in an eerily calm voice. “Can you keep it down? Y/N is finally sleeping.”

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yesdramas · 3 years

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vapoursynth versus photoshop

Hello! It’s me again with another long text post. Yesterday I spent over 4 hours experimenting with both vapoursynth and photoshop to make gifs and here I am going to show you my results.

For the purpose of this I will be using:

PotPlayer to make a split video in mov and open in photoshop;

Photoshop CC21;

Vapoursynth for windows (the newest version, links provided on my blog in /tagged/links);

A sharpen action I created with the setting shared by @kamalaskhans

Netflix’s Vincenzo episode 1 in 1080p and Sell Your Haunted House’s episode 11 in 1080p (but they are different in quality)

Without further due, click on read more to see what I am talking about.

I have been using vapoursynth to make gifs in this blog since I created it last year in May, however I already used the late avisynth when I used to run my kpop blog from 2012 to late 2016. I think that this program just made a HUGE change on how kpop tumblr’s make content and how we, drama tumblr’s make ours too.

We already know that vapoursynth keeps the maximum quality of our files and I don’t doubt that, HOWEVER since I don’t really use any denoise filter in VS and it just helps me to crop faster and import faster into photoshop, I always wondered why none of my old sharpen actions work... I mean, we see a lot of famous tumblrs sharing their settings but whenever we open up our files we can’t get the same result even if we have HD content. With that said, I made 3 gifs from 2 different HD videos and I’ll be showing you how different they are.

1. the gif below is made only with Photoshop’s resize. I made the video cut in PotPlayer using the alt+c command — saved as MOV — imported in PS. Sharpen: 500% - 0,4 + 10% - 0,10. 70 frames. basic coloring. link

NOTE: this is what I can call perfect sharpening. It stays clear but not oversharpened.

2. the gif below is cropped using vapoursynth with preprocessors: none & debilinear. no denoise and no sharpening. Once imported on PS: Sharpen: 500% - 0,4 + 10% - 0,10. 70 frames. basic coloring. (I tried to crop in the same position) link

NOTE: it looks extremely sharpened and it’s not on my likes. Please ignore that these are really fast I don’t really bother changing the frames’ delay for the sake of this post.

3. the gif below is made with everything stated above but the preprocessors on vapoursynth are DESPLINE and none. link

NOTE: this looks OK for me, but it’s still a bit oversharpened (you can notice on her fingers and hair) You can also notice that vapoursynth slightly change the color of the file and I have used the same edition layers on PS.

Result: I prefer the first one made with poptplayer and photoshop (even though I’d use the 3rd setting depending on the source file). What do you think? Feel free to answer this post with your thoughts.

Now we will be moving to another file: Netflix’s Vincenzo. This one has way more quality even though they are both 1080p.

1. the gif below is made only with Photoshop’s resize. I made the video cut in PotPlayer using the alt+c command — saved as MOV — imported in PS. Sharpen: 500% - 0,4 (80%) + 10% - 0,10. 97 frames. basic coloring. link

NOTE: this is perfect for my liking. It’s HD and not oversharpened.

2. the gif below is cropped using vapoursynth with preprocessors: none & debilinear. no denoise and no sharpening. Once imported on PS: Sharpen: 500% - 0,4 (80%) + 10% - 0,10. 87 frames. basic coloring. (I tried to crop in the same position) link

NOTE: this is so overshapened that I had to cut down 10 frames to fit the 10mb. also, it hurts my eyes a lot.

3. the gif below is made with everything stated above but the preprocessors on vapoursynth are DESPLINE and none. link

NOTE: it may look ok, but I don’t like this one. Still, I had to take down 10 frames in order to fit the 10mb limit (while the first gif fits just fine in that)

Result: I’m still on the side of photoshop’s reziser. But of course, these are my opinions, comment this post to tell me yours :)

FYI: As I previously mentioned, I don’t really use any denoise filters on VS so it’s only purpose to me is crop faster to import in photoshop. However, these results may not be worth if some of you actually use the denoise filters in VS. With that being said, I think VS is a really amazing tool that helps our gifs to be amazing and works beautifully keeping the quality of the source file. This post was made just to show you how the same sharpen setting can work differently in many ways with many kinds of 1080p source files.

(if you can’t read more on your dashboard I’ve provided links with the full size gifs for you)

#idk how should i tag this?#well... i'll keep this tagged in some way to find easily on my blog #vs versus ps

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