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mostlysignssomeportents · 5 days

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The specific process by which Google enshittified its search

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All digital businesses have the technical capacity to enshittify: the ability to change the underlying functions of the business from moment to moment and user to user, allowing for the rapid transfer of value between business customers, end users and shareholders:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/19/twiddler/

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this thread to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/24/naming-names/#prabhakar-raghavan

Which raises an important question: why do companies enshittify at a specific moment, after refraining from enshittifying before? After all, a company always has the potential to benefit by treating its business customers and end users worse, by giving them a worse deal. If you charge more for your product and pay your suppliers less, that leaves more money on the table for your investors.

Of course, it's not that simple. While cheating, price-gouging, and degrading your product can produce gains, these tactics also threaten losses. You might lose customers to a rival, or get punished by a regulator, or face mass resignations from your employees who really believe in your product.

Companies choose not to enshittify their products…until they choose to do so. One theory to explain this is that companies are engaged in a process of continuous assessment, gathering data about their competitive risks, their regulators' mettle, their employees' boldness. When these assessments indicate that the conditions are favorable to enshittification, the CEO walks over to the big "enshittification" lever on the wall and yanks it all the way to MAX.

Some companies have certainly done this – and paid the price. Think of Myspace or Yahoo: companies that made themselves worse by reducing quality and gouging on price (be it measured in dollars or attention – that is, ads) before sinking into obscure senescence. These companies made a bet that they could get richer while getting worse, and they were wrong, and they lost out.

But this model doesn't explain the Great Enshittening, in which all the tech companies are enshittifying at the same time. Maybe all these companies are subscribing to the same business newsletter (or, more likely, buying advice from the same management consultancy) (cough McKinsey cough) that is a kind of industry-wide starter pistol for enshittification.

I think it's something else. I think the main job of a CEO is to show up for work every morning and yank on the enshittification lever as hard as you can, in hopes that you can eke out some incremental gains in your company's cost-basis and/or income by shifting value away from your suppliers and customers to yourself.

We get good digital services when the enshittification lever doesn't budge – when it is constrained: by competition, by regulation, by interoperable mods and hacks that undo enshittification (like alternative clients and ad-blockers) and by workers who have bargaining power thanks to a tight labor market or a powerful union:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/09/lead-me-not-into-temptation/#chamberlain

When Google ordered its staff to build a secret Chinese search engine that would censor search results and rat out dissidents to the Chinese secret police, googlers revolted and refused, and the project died:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dragonfly_(search_engine)

When Google tried to win a US government contract to build AI for drones used to target and murder civilians far from the battlefield, googlers revolted and refused, and the project died:

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/06/01/technology/google-pentagon-project-maven.html

What's happened since – what's behind all the tech companies enshittifying all at once – is that tech worker power has been smashed, especially at Google, where 12,000 workers were fired just months after a $80b stock buyback that would have paid their wages for the next 27 years. Likewise, competition has receded from tech bosses' worries, thanks to lax antitrust enforcement that saw most credible competitors merged into behemoths, or neutralized with predatory pricing schemes. Lax enforcement of other policies – privacy, labor and consumer protection – loosened up the enshittification lever even more. And the expansion of IP rights, which criminalize most kinds of reverse engineering and aftermarket modification, means that interoperability no longer applies friction to the enshittification lever.

Now that every tech boss has an enshittification lever that moves very freely, they can show up for work, yank the enshittification lever, and it goes all the way to MAX. When googlers protested the company's complicity in the genocide in Gaza, Google didn't kill the project – it mass-fired the workers:

https://medium.com/@notechforapartheid/statement-from-google-workers-with-the-no-tech-for-apartheid-campaign-on-googles-indiscriminate-28ba4c9b7ce8

Enshittification is a macroeconomic phenomenon, determined by the regulatory environment for competition, privacy, labor, consumer protection and IP. But enshittification is also a microeconomic phenomenon, the result of innumerable boardroom and product-planning fights within companies in which would-be enshittifiers try to do things that make the company's products and services shittier wrestle with rivals who want to keep things as they are, or make them better, whether out of principle or fear of the consequences.

Those microeconomic wrestling-matches are where we find enshittification's heroes and villains – the people who fight for the user or stand up for a fair deal, versus the people who want to cheat and wreck to make things better for the company and win bonuses and promotions for themselves:

https://locusmag.com/2023/11/commentary-by-cory-doctorow-dont-be-evil/

These microeconomic struggles are usually obscure, because companies are secretive institutions and our glimpses into their deliberations are normally limited to the odd leaked memo, whistleblower tell-all, or spectacular worker revolt. But when a company gets dragged into court, a new window opens into the company's internal operations. That's especially true when the plaintiff is the US government.

Which brings me back to Google, the poster-child for enshittification, a company that revolutionized the internet a quarter of a century ago with a search-engine that was so good that it felt like magic, which has decayed so badly and so rapidly that whole sections of the internet are disappearing from view for the 90% of users who rely on the search engine as their gateway to the internet.

Google is being sued by the DOJ's Antitrust Division, and that means we are getting a very deep look into the company, as its internal emails and memos come to light:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/03/not-feeling-lucky/#fundamental-laws-of-economics

Google is a tech company, and tech companies have literary cultures – they run on email and other forms of written communication, even for casual speech, which is more likely to take place in a chat program than at a water-cooler. This means that tech companies have giant databases full of confessions to every crime they've ever committed:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/03/big-tech-cant-stop-telling-on-itself/

Large pieces of Google's database-of-crimes are now on display – so much, in fact, that it's hard for anyone to parse through it all and understand what it means. But some people are trying, and coming up with gold. One of those successful prospectors is Ed Zitron, who has produced a staggering account of the precise moment at which Google search tipped over into enshittification, which names the executives at the very heart of the rot:

https://www.wheresyoured.at/the-men-who-killed-google/

Zitron tells the story of a boardroom struggle over search quality, in which Ben Gomes – a long-tenured googler who helped define the company during its best years – lost a fight with Prabhakar Raghavan, a computer scientist turned manager whose tactic for increasing the number of search queries (and thus the number of ads the company could show to searchers) was to decrease the quality of search. That way, searchers would have to spend more time on Google before they found what they were looking for.

Zitron contrasts the background of these two figures. Gomes, the hero, worked at Google for 19 years, solving fantastically hard technical scaling problems and eventually becoming the company's "search czar." Raghavan, the villain, "failed upwards" through his career, including a stint as Yahoo's head of search from 2005-12, a presiding over the collapse of Yahoo's search business. Under Raghavan's leadership, Yahoo's search market-share fell from 30.4% to 14%, and in the end, Yahoo jettisoned its search altogether and replaced it with Bing.

For Zitron, the memos show how Raghavan engineered the ouster of Gomes, with help from the company CEO, the ex-McKinseyite Sundar Pichai. It was a triumph for enshittification, a deliberate decision to make the product worse in order to make it more profitable, under the (correct) belief that the company's exclusivity deals to provide search everywhere from Iphones and Samsungs to Mozilla would mean that the business would face no consequences for doing so.

It a picture of a company that isn't just too big to fail – it's (as FTC Chair Lina Khan put it on The Daily Show) too big to care:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaDTiWaYfcM

Zitron's done excellent sleuthing through the court exhibits here, and his writeup is incandescently brilliant. But there's one point I quibble with him on. Zitron writes that "It’s because the people running the tech industry are no longer those that built it."

I think that gets it backwards. I think that there were always enshittifiers in the C-suites of these companies. When Page and Brin brought in the war criminal Eric Schmidt to run the company, he surely started every day with a ritual, ferocious tug at that enshittification lever. The difference wasn't who was in the C-suite – the difference was how freely the lever moved.

On Saturday, I wrote:

The platforms used to treat us well and now treat us badly. That's not because they were setting a patient trap, luring us in with good treatment in the expectation of locking us in and turning on us. Tech bosses do not have the executive function to lie in wait for years and years.

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/22/kargo-kult-kaptialism/#dont-buy-it

Someone on Hacker News called that "silly," adding that "tech bosses do in fact have the executive function to lie in wait for years and years. That's literally the business model of most startups":

https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=40114339

That's not quite right, though. The business-model of the startup is to yank on the enshittification lever every day. Tech bosses don't lie in wait for the perfect moment to claw away all the value from their employees, users, business customers, and suppliers – they're always trying to get that value. It's only when they become too big to care that they succeed. That's the definition of being too big to care.

In antitrust circles, they sometimes say that "the process is the punishment." No matter what happens to the DOJ's case against Google, its internal workers have been made visible to the public. The secrecy surrounding the Google trial when it was underway meant that a lot of this stuff flew under the radar when it first appeared. But as Zitron's work shows, there is plenty of treasure to be found in that trove of documents that is now permanently in the public domain.

When future scholars study the enshittocene, they will look to accounts like Zitron's to mark the turning points from the old, good internet to the enshitternet. Let's hope those future scholars have a new, good internet on which to publish their findings.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/24/naming-names/#prabhakar-raghavan

#pluralistic #ed zitron #google #microincentives #constraints #enshittification #rot economy #platform decay #search #ben gomes #code yellow #mckinsey #hacking engagement #Prabhakar Raghavan #yahoo #doj #antitrust #trustbusting

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kcamberart · 8 months

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Development going forward

So in case anyone hasn't heard, Unity announced this morning that they're going to be making some pretty major (baffling) changes to their licensing plans and monetization. TLDR regarding the pertinent info (from what I understand. The company hasn't made another statement at the time of writing, and the FAQ is very vague):

They've removed the cheapest paid subscription tier (Unity Plus) completely, and are altering Unity Personal (the free one) so that the editor needs an internet connection in order to function. If you're offline for 3 days, it kicks you out until you reconnect to the internet again for the software to phone home. This is apparently not an issue if you subscribe to Unity Pro, the $2,000/yr plan.

If you publish a game made using the Unity engine, once it passes a certain threshold of installations and revenue, Unity will charge you a fee for every subsequent installation of your game on a per-month basis (and it's not per-purchase, it's per-installation. So (allegedly) if someone on Steam buys, installs, uninstalls and then reinstalls your game, or if they need to update the game, that's considered multiple different instances of installation and Unity will (allegedly) charge the developer as such). This will go into effect in January of 2024, but will seemingly retroactively apply to all games published before then as well.

If I've misunderstood any of this, please feel free to correct me.

I would not be surprised if they heavily walk back some of this (i.e., "the last time we announced something bad everyone got mad about it, so this time we'll announce something unbelievable and then say that we changed our minds so people will be more willing to accept the slightly less bad thing we wanted to do in the first place"), but it's setting a very bad precedent for using Unity for any future projects.

I'm currently weighing my options on whether to finish Vollema in Unity and then migrate to a new engine for future projects (Godot gets better every day, from what I've heard), or to just take what I've made so far and start over using different software. Honestly, it's early enough in development that the vast majority of what I have finished and ready to implement is visual assets, dialogue, narrative stuff and audio, so I'm leaning heavily towards testing the waters with a different engine. I likely also will not be able to work on or release any smaller games in the coming months for the time being (RIP 2023 Halloween Game, I'll make it up to you) while I make some decisions. Regardless, I'll keep you all in the loop.

TLDR: I'm likely going to be changing game engines, which will definitely set Vollema's development time back a bit (along with my other projects), but development in general will continue regardless.

Hopefully I'll have more positive news to share with you soon! I'm gonna miss my add-ons, though. Oh man, am I gonna miss my add-ons.

#not art #vollema #gamedev #i'll have to update my software recommendations list to remove Unity regardless because I'm not about to pretend this is a good thing lmao #long post

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minjix · 1 year

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Behind the lens → Vinnie Hacker x camerawoman!reader

summary: in which he sees her behind the camera

warnings: fluff omgggg, Vinnie being a shy boy + Vinnie being confident ughhhh also simp!Vinnie ;)

a/n: i took a small break from writing because my home situation hasn’t been that great and it affected my mental health which also affected my writing but i’m baaaaack :)))

word count: 1.0k

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He always felt awkward in front of cameras, something he wished to out grow with the years passing by, but yet there he was fumbling with his hands behind his back as they set up the recording room.

The table in front of him was filled to the brim with products from the infamous Wish site, from face masks to knives. It didn’t settle his worries.

He turned to Noah asking as to what they were waiting for.

“Y/n” the boy responded, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Vinnie’s brows furrowed in confusion. Who’s Y/n?

“Who’s-“ Noah interrupted him, “our new camera woman, the last guy quit last week.”

“Oh, okay.” He sighed. Now he would even be more uncomfortable.

A girl walked into the room with a nervous smile on her face, “LA traffic sucks, sorry for being late.” She quickly got ready, unzipping her backpack and taking out equipment far beyond Vinnie’s knowledge. He only saw wires and black boxes connected to said wires.

“It’s cool,” Noah finally put his phone away and helped her prep the camera. Vinnie looked anywhere else but her, knowing first hand how awkward he felt with eye contact.

He gulped when she stepped forward and cleared her throat, she lifted her hand, a black device in her grasp. “Gotta get you mic'd up,” he nodded softly and took a deep breath when she asked him to lift his shirt so she could attach the mic to his pants. He complied but he wanted to disappear.

He gulped when she attached the actual mic to the neck of his shirt, his eyes unintentionally taking her in. She was beautiful. Her smile promised to punch a hole in his heart and he found himself flustered with the small distance between the two. “…and done,” she gave him a wink that burned his cheeks a bright red. She quickly got behind the camera after testing the sound.

“And action.” Vinnie smiled, god was she beautiful.

Noah did the introduction whilst Vinnie stood beside him with a small and laid back smile, his eyes finding hers as she stood behind the camera. During the duration of the video Vinnie found himself relaxing with each eye contact and shy smile’s shared between the two.

His body warmed when he heard her muffled laugh as they tested the weird products, her eyes gleaming as she looked on. And for the first time in a long time, Vinnie felt comfortable under a strangers gaze. He couldn’t explain it, even if he wanted to.

He remembered hearing about knowing when you met the right person, but he quickly decided to stop before he made it worse for himself. She could easily be dating someone, he thought to himself.

Noah cleared his throat to get Vinnie’s attention. The tattooed blonde’s eyes were stuck on Y/n, his cheeks dusted with colour. Beck sniggered to himself as he and Vinnie continued on with the video, easily knowing Hackers tell signs. It was too obvious.

“Thank you so much for watching and remember to like and subscribe,” Noah's voice sounded muffled in his head. He really did try to turn back to the camera but his eyes wouldn’t, no couldn’t leave yours. No matter how hard he tried. He didn’t try.

“…and cut!” Your voice reminded him of a slap to the face and he found himself glued to his spot whilst you started to pack, his head screaming at him to say something, introduce himself, ask you out–

A hand to his shoulder pushed him towards you, he found himself cursing Noah out when he found himself before you, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. And he’d seen plenty, but not you. Definitely not you.

“Hey–I’m Vinnie,” he stuttered, your eyes meeting his and a smile grew on your face. You laughed softly aware of Noah’s prying eyes. “I know, and I’m-“

“Y/n,” you looked at him curiously and the tattooed boy found himself even more flustered. “Noah, he uh told me.”

You nodded and reached down to grab your backpack but a tanned hand reached for it before you did, “let me help you.” You noted how red his face was, his eyes shifting everywhere. You also noted the veins in his tattooed arms. “Thank you,” you were flustered too.

“Of course,”

The walk to the car was quiet, a loud silence between the two of you as you walked through the lavish house. “Uhm, so is this your permanent job or-“ he stuttered, your bag thrown over his shoulder. It was heavy.

You snorted, a small smirk on your lips. “Yep, unless Noah fires me.”

“He won’t.” You looked at him curiously, now having reached your car.

“And why’s that?” He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes connected to yours, standing over you.

“Because it’d make me look bad if I were to ask you out and having to go through the awkward moment of my best friend firing you.”

You laughed and his smile grew on his lips, that’s a win, he thought to himself. The air between you both became lighter, easier to breathe, manageable.

“If you were to ask me out?” You tilted your head, “so you’re not going to?”

He set your bag down beside him and stepped closer to your form, his height blocking the sun casting a cool shadow over your body. Though it was quickly heating up in anticipation.

His smile was ever still present in his full lips. “Fine,” he cleared his throat, his hand reaching out to grasp yours, his fingers entangling themselves around yours. “Y/n, will you let me take you out tomorrow?”

You laughed, your face warm and your heart beating faster than normal, “yes Vinnie, you can take me out tomorrow.”

He turned away from you with a grin, “You heard that Noah? She said yes!” He yelled towards the mansion, a figure by the door. “Yep!” He yelled back, “I heard!”

You both laughed, “I’ll call you tonight, if that’s okay?” He asked you softly. You sighed happily, “yeah, that’s definitely okay.”

“Okay?” You chuckled, his hand still in yours.

“Okay. I know you’re trying to do Vinnie,” A playful look took over his eyes. “Please let me say it,” he begged, still smiling.

You relented, “Fine.”

“Perhaps ‘okay’ will be our ‘always’”.

#vinnie hacker <3 #vinnie hacker #fluff #vinnie imagines #vinnie x y/n #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker x you #hype house #tiktok #vincent hacker #vinnie hacker x reader

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marykatewiles · 2 years

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Don’t Sleep on Headless

Hey everybody. Real talk time. If you want @shipwreckedcomedy to be able to keep making stuff, if you want to support female/POC indie creators, you need to watch Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story. We NEED you to watch and share it.

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katelynnwrites · 9 months

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It’s All My Love (You Got All My Love) | Felicitas Rauch

warnings: major fluff

word count: 2114

summary: felicitas has all your love

a/n: part two of Think I Forgot How To Be Happy, Something I’m Not (But Something I Can Be)

‘Felicitas!’ You manage to greet, before the German player has you wrapped in her arms.

She spins you around and you laugh. The door of her apartment is kicked shut, Felicitas far too occupied with you to close it properly.

‘I missed you.’ Feli mumbles as she sets you down gently.

‘I missed you too.’ You admit and Feli’s eyes light up.

Her hands grab onto yours and she leans down to share a kiss with you.

‘Felicitas.’ You breathe, eagerly chasing after her lips when she pulls away.

‘Feli please.’ You half beg and she obliges.

Two weeks away from her at national camp was far too long and now that she’s here, you can’t get enough of her.

‘I made you dinner.’ Felicitas tells you, in between kisses.

‘It’s gonna get cold.’ She tries.

Switching it up, you become a little firmer with your kisses. Feli groans and lets you.

‘What did you make?’

You keep kissing her and Feli struggles to answer.

‘Your favourite.’ She gasps eventually.

‘You’re too good to me.’ You confess and Felicitas shakes her head.

‘No…I promise you, you deserve to be happy. I’m just lucky that you’ve found it with me.’

‘Believe me, I’m the lucky one.’ You answer and Feli simply pulls you back into her arms.

******

Felicitas hands you one of her earbuds and you hand her Cinnamon’s leash.

‘Come here Cinny.’ Feli says and then grins as her poodle runs up to her.

Cinnamon stays still long enough for Feli to clip her leash on and then she’s jumping around, excitedly waiting for her walk.

You laugh and open the German player’s apartment door, making your way outside. Feli passes you her poodle’s leash so that she can lock her door.

It’s a little cold so you tuck your hands into the pockets of Feli’s hoodie.

Initially, Feli had lent it to you, with every intention of getting it back but now she’s learnt that she likes you in her clothes and you’ve learnt that you like wearing her clothes. Feli smells so good and her clothes smell just like her.

Cinnamon barks impatiently and Felicitas laughs.

‘Okay okay I’m hurrying.’

Feli finishes locking her apartment door, hits the play button on her music and then takes your hand in hers.

You grin at her choice of music and Felicitas simply shrugs, kissing your cheek lightly before letting you and Cinnamon lead the way.

******

Feli sighs happily as your fingers comb through her hair.

You massage her scalp lightly and Feli leans back, letting the back of her head rest against your legs.

Running your fingers through her hair again, you begin braiding it. Felicitas starts to doze off and you’re just finishing the braid when Jule and Lena come barging into the rec room.

Feli jumps at the loud noise, eyes flying open in panic.

You laugh, pulling her up, off the floor and beside you on the couch.

‘Go back to sleep Felicitas. It’s just Lena and Jule.’

The German player mumbles indistinctly, pushing her face into your shoulder.

Stroking her hair gently, you let her fall back asleep. It takes some skillful maneuvering on your part to get her laying down without waking her, with her head in your lap but you succeed.

You keep up your ministrations, even as more of your teammates file into the room.

Felicitas sleeps soundly through several rounds of card games and the resulting disagreements. Nothing is too trivial for professional athletes to be competitive about.

Lena, Jill and Lynn seem to subscribe to the above sentiment, their playful argument growing in volume.

Still, Feli continues to sleep. Her chest is rising and falling with even breaths when Sveindís sits down beside you.

The young Icelandic player glances at Feli for a moment before saying, ‘I’ve never seen your girlfriend with a braid before.’

You softly answer, ‘She’s not my girlfriend.’

‘And you’ve never seen her in a braid before because she doesn’t know how to braid her own hair.’ You add lightheartedly.

‘Oh. It’s just that you both seem so close.’

‘You mean you’ve seen us kiss.’

Sveindís flushes with embarrassment, ducking her head and looking away.

You chuckle, understanding her confusion, ‘It’s okay. We aren’t officially dating but I know what I mean to her and she knows what she means to me. I think that’s enough right now.’

******

‘Dinner at my place tomorrow?’ Feli asks, smiling when you agree.

It wasn’t like she expected you to say otherwise. It is routine now, for you to come straight from the airport, to her apartment after international breaks.

‘I miss you Felicitas. See you soon.’

‘Miss you more. Have a safe flight.’ Feli tenderly says before blowing you a kiss and ending the video call.

Kathy snorts. Her roommate had been calling you every night of the international break and she thinks that she’s never seen Feli so soft. Not even with Cinnamon who Feli had once swore was the love of her life.

‘When are you going to actually ask her to be your girlfriend?’ She asks.

‘She knows that I’m hers and I know that she’s mine. Isn’t that enough?’

‘Feli…’

Felicitas sighs and then admits, ‘I don't want to push her. She’s still healing and I’m willing to wait until she’s ready. For now, I don’t need a label on what we are.’

******

‘Hey you.’ Felicitas drops a kiss onto the top of your head.

‘Hi.’ You grin.

Feli lightly tugs on the Germany hoodie you are wearing.

‘You look good in my clothes babe.’

Your heart flutters but you don’t know if it’s because of the way she’s looking at you or the pet name.

Your cheeks turn red and Feli hums, ‘Can you paint my nails for me please?’

‘Of course.’

Felicitas hands you her box of nail polish bottles and you ask, ‘What colour are you wanting?’

Feli hums again, ‘It’s up to you.’

That’s how you end up sprawled on Feli’s bed, Cinnamon beside you as you blow on her freshly painted nails, to dry them more quickly.

‘They’re pretty. Really subtle.’ Feli laughs, looking at the rainbow nails you had painted for her.

Each of her nails are a different colour and you had left kisses on the tips of her fingers in between your painting.

Giggling, you admit, ‘I couldn’t help myself.’

The German player chuckles, admiring her nails before glancing at you.

‘Do you think they’re dry yet?’

‘I think so.’

Touching her nails lightly, you give her a smile when you realise that they are in fact, dry.

‘Good. Because I really want to kiss you now.’

‘Okay.’ You whisper and Felicitas takes this as the go ahead to slide her fingers into your hair as she brings her lips down to meet yours.

******

Wolfsburg wins the league.

And Feli chases you around the confetti strewn pitch with a bottle of champagne.

‘Feli.’ You breathe, when she finally catches you, drenching you in alcohol as she tumbles down on top of you. You’re flat on your back, Felicitas trapping you beneath her.

She supports herself with one hand, making sure she doesn’t put too much of her body weight on you.

The empty bottle of champagne is left forgotten and Feli’s breathing is a little heavy but she carefully pushes sweaty strands of your hair out of your face with her free hand.

‘Felicitas.’ You murmur and she nods, understanding the intensity of the emotions in your eyes.

She can hear your breathing catch and knows that your heart is pounding in your chest.

‘Not here. I promise you that we’ll have time later.’

******

Later as it turns out, is back in your apartment, one of the few times that Feli’s ever been there.

She doesn’t care about that now though, too busy slipping her hands under your shirt.

‘If anything gets to be too much, you tell me okay? I’ll stop.’

Feli’s fingers reach the band of your bra and you shake your head.

‘I need you to verbalise this for me liebling.’

Felicitas emphasises her words by keeping her previously wandering hands still. The feel of her warm hands on your bare skin is driving you crazy.

‘Don’t stop. Feli don’t stop.’

The desperation in your voice is clear but Feli waits for you to say what she’s been waiting for.

‘I swear I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.’ You promise and Felicitas decides that’s good enough for her.

Your shirt ends up on the floor, next to hers and you never have to ask her to stop.

******

You wake up in an empty bed but one with warm sheets so you know that Feli hasn’t left you alone for long.

Anxiously, you pad out into the rest of your apartment, looking for the German.

You find her in the kitchen.

‘I didn't think you’d be up yet.’ She sheepishly murmurs when she sees you.

‘You’re here.’ You whisper, rubbing your eyes to make sure you’re not seeing things.

‘Of course I am. I would never leave you.’ Feli assures you.

Walking up to her, you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your head against her chest.

Felicitas brushes a kiss onto your hairline in response.

‘I meant to make you a coffee.’

You pull back just enough to look her in the eye.

There’s nothing but warmth and affection in her gaze but you still say, ‘Don’t do that again.’

‘I’m sorry.’ Feli blinks, meaning to take a step back but you refuse to let her, tightening your arms around her waist.

‘I want to wake up with you beside me next time.’

‘Next time?’ She asks, in a mixture of joy and confusion.

‘Always Feli. You’re great in bed but I think you’ll make a brilliant pillow and big spoon too.’

The German player blushes and you laugh before ceasing your teasing.

The next few words you say are quiet and shy.

‘Felicitas I’d like to be your girlfriend. If you’ll have me? I'm ready now.’

Feli kisses you with all the emotion she has in answer.

‘I'd love that.’ She breathes before kissing you once more.

******

Feli teaches you to surf.

Unlike her, you’re not a natural at it but eventually you do manage to catch a wave.

Watching Feli cheer you on, with the sun and complete joy on her face, you know that you’ve fallen for her.

As you sit on the beach with her after, watching the sun set, you lean into her arms.

‘Thank you.’ You whisper.

‘For what?’ She asks, amusement clear in her eyes.

‘Everything.’

Felicitas’ only answer is to pull you even closer and place a kiss onto the top of your head.

******

‘She loves you.’ Feli softly tells you as she watches you play with Cinnamon, on the floor of her living room. The brown poodle licks your hand, as if trying to tell you that she agrees with her owner.

You look up and smile at her.

Feli smiles back and then says a sentence that changes your world.

‘I love you too.’

‘Felicitas.’ You breathe and she takes your hands in hers.

‘You don’t have to say it back yet, or ever. It's okay. I love how we are and I'm perfectly alright if it stays this way.’

‘Felicitas, I'm in love with you.’

‘You a-are?’ She stammers.

‘I am. I love you Feli.’

‘T-That’s so good.’ Felicitas chokes out and she’s just so emotional that you laugh, hugging her tightly.

Feli wraps her arms around you in response, burying her head in your shoulder.

‘Feli are you crying?’ You ask, as you feel your shirt beginning to get wet.

‘No…maybe…they’re happy tears.’

‘Okay.’ You giggle, rubbing her back lightly.

Cinny is pawing at you and you tell the small dog, ‘I think I broke your mom.’

Felicitas laughs, her voice muffled when she says, ‘Did not.’

‘Whatever you say Feli, whatever you say.’

Feli takes a few more moments to herself before she looks back up.

Her eyes are a little red and you carefully brush away the remnants of tears on her cheeks.

‘I love you Feli, I’m sorry that I made you cry.’

Your girlfriend shakes her head, a smile on her face as she answers, ‘Don’t be sorry. Like I said, they’re happy tears.’

Gently, she places a kiss on your forehead, your nose, both of your cheeks and then on the corner of your mouth.

‘I love you.’ She says seriously before finally giving you a proper kiss, one with an intensity that lets you know that she means it and that she is your forever.

German Translation:

liebling - love

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The Dark Bottle Challange

Before anything thanks to maletfgrowthblog and doughydude. Thanks to both of their contributions this story was made possible. Check out their pages. Now let us have fun.

On a gloomy Saturday Tristian was tirelessly awaited for his package to come. Tristian was an "influencer" who would do anything to get at least one more follower. He was desperately looking for a new way to get subscribers. Unfortunately, he hadn't even reached 5 subscribers. He heard of a new trend going around. Which infatuated him. He knew if he hopped on the train in hopes he would receive his wanted stardom. The trend consisted of people ordering a unique box for each person who ordered. It was called "The Dark Bottle Challenge". Inside the box, there was a dark bottle that contained a drink whose content was unique to the one who ordered it. If you were lucky you could gain muscle, hair, or maybe nothing. If anything it's more likely to be just a regular old drink. I mean what harm could one drink truly do, right?

Tristian got his package and waited to open it. He got excited thinking of all the followers that would come with one package. To not spoil the fun he set up his camera and lights and pressed "start live". He was enthusiastic he had seen many people doing this trend gaining thousands of followers for doing this very trend. He saw one person join the life. He began;

"Hey guys welcome to a new unboxing video. Today we are doing the 'The Dark Bottle Challenge'. Something "many" of you guys have been desperately awaiting for. Now let's start the challenge".

On camera, Tristian had a chill face, but that is so far from reality. Deep down he knew whatever was in this drink could potentially cause him irreversible changes. But I mean hey anything for a few views am I right? Even through all his fears he ripped the tape off the box as he held his breath. One drop of sweat fell on the reflective surface of the black glass bottle. He slowly inspected it.

"So guys this is the infamous bottle. We will now see what will be my side effects for taking it. Guys don't forget to subscribe and share the live. Now let's have fun."

Tristian slowly uncapped the bottle and gulped it all down. He felt a shiver down his spine. His taste buds felt like they went through a voyage of flavor. It tasted like a triple chocolate cake. He felt ecstasy. He looked at himself and felt as if maybe he got lucky. That is when someone new entered his live. It was someone he had never met before. He entered the chat and it read; "How'd you like your package?"

"How do I like my package? Well, I suppose it was not as bad as I hoped it was. Thought I did wish something had happened. Now I won't get views. Ugh... I ordered this because I needed to catch traction. I spent all that money for nothing." Tristian said with a snarky attitude.

"Well I believe it will begin to work soon." the mysterious stranger replied.

"Huh?" Tristain was confused as he saw no change YET. The changes began slowly with his once lean body gaining piles of lard. Triatian was scared, but deep down he knew this was what he desperately wanted. Anything that was clickbait to gain some traction was all he needed. Little did he know what he was gaining was something more permanent. His stomach started to balloon out with fat. To the point, he would never be able to see his feet. He just ballooned up like a pig. His smoothed figure erupted with nothing but a sea of fat. He now had love handles which made him embarrassed. Yet when he grabbed them he got the same shiver down his spine as before. With his gigantic gut stuck out his legs had to grow to support his massive weight gain. His things and ass exploded outwards and took up more room than necessary which made his old shorts pop away. Leaving him only with his jockstrap. His face rounded and he received a double chin something he never expected to get in life. He tried to flex his now bigger arms which gave him the appearance of having muscles but to the touch it was as soft as a marshmellow. Any abrupt movements made his whole body shake like waves. He got turned on by this but his dick had shrunken from a staggering 7 to a mild 4. He had to jerk off, but it was much harder with his fupa in the way. Tristian was a tig as a kid. This was something he had never felt before. When he looked back at the live he expected to see hundreds if not millions of followers.

To his dismay, his follower count went up by one. Now the only thing he saw in the chat was.

"Eat you fat fuck"!

"Our little piggy needs to eat up."

"A big boy needs to eat to stay big"

Tristian knew the consequences. There was no turning back. He was now permanently stuck in the body of someone who seemed to be fat their whole life. This was his life now and from the looks of it, he was getting quite comfortable in his pig body. He was now a feedee for all of eternity. Permanently only being able to use a 3XL. To be honest he might even outgrow that at this point. At least he got what he wanted, one more follower. Don't forget be carful for what you wish for.

#permanent tf #thin to chunky #male weight gain stories #male transformation #fat tf #male tf #fat gain tf #wish gone wrong #fat #belly gainer

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ghostradiodylan · 4 months

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I subscribed to a Russian dataminer for cut content from The Quarry. You’re not supposed to share and I understand why and support paying people for their work! Buuuut I also understand why people might be hesitant to pay someone in Russia on a poorly translated website to access this stuff, so I’m gonna take my chances with potentially being banned because a couple of these things the Quarry fandom at large needs to see! Screenshots and discussion under the cut.

[you can subscribe or send tips here if you’re interested, they do have more SMG stuff including cut DPA content]

Thank you @insertlovelyperson for this!

These are somewhat Ryan and/or Dylan centric because I find them the most interesting, but they also had the most story-impacting cut content IMO.

RYAN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO WARN DYLAN ABOUT THE WEREWOLF OUTSIDE THE RADIO HUT.

I know I’ve talked to a bunch of people about this. I know @andromaqves was one and I can’t remember who else but omfg, justice for Ryan!! I think they cut this because they made the werewolf more obvious than Justice's performance indicated but THAT MAKES IT WORSE. DO YOU NOT SEE HOW THAT MAKES IT WORSE YOU GUYS?!

Ryan also could have had the chance to actually get a shot off against Silas in the version of the radio hut scene where Dylan isn't bitten, and he'd think he had killed the werewolf.

Then as he's heading back to the radio hut, Dylan warns him that it's coming back and we get the rest of the scene as it plays out in the game.

I get why they cut this, because if they established for certain that regular bullets can't actually harm the werewolves, there's no stakes to Abi potentially shooting Nick, but it's a cool sequence, it's always good to see the boys work together, and it would have been AWESOME if Ryan could have been infected here instead of Dylan!

This exchange just made me laugh:

Kaitlyn to Ryan: you really look up to Mr. Hackett.

Ryan: Yeah, he’s always been nice to me.

Kaitlyn: Well, so have I!

Ryan: A few days ago I slipped on wet grass and ate shit and you laughed and shouted ‘Nice Walkin Christopher Walken' and everyone called me that for the rest of the day.

Kaitlyn: See, you get my best bits! 😂😂😂

Dylan reads Ryan the synopsis of a romance novel they find in Mr. H’s office that appears to be a thinly veiled reference to the bonfire love triangle. 😂

Ryan and Kaitlyn: actually showing care and concern for Dylan post-amputation instead of pretending it didn't happen.

Dylan, in shock but still an asshole: I'm fine, I’m doing better than Kaylee Hackett. 💀

Again, this is just funny and a great question from Emma.

Abi can not be into the kiss with Nick, presumably due to the no-longer-in-place relationship system. I'm betting if you didn't get their relationship stats up you would get this result.

Laura claims to Ryan that Chris Hackett drunkenly admitted that his family was KILLING PEOPLE who were investigating them, but there's nothing else to back that up in the datamine that I've found so far (not that I think she made it up lol, just that it would have been interesting if the Chris scene was cut to remove that too).

And the one my heart can't fucking take, Kaitlyn and Dylan on the way to the scrapyard variant where Ryan has kissed Kaitlyn at the bonfire and they actually talk about it because she asks Dylan if he's jealous of Laura getting to go off with Ryan. He says he's jealous but not of Laura...

"You're pretty awesome and I'm... just Dylan" 😭 😭 😭

And, "you guys seem like you've got a connection"?? Kaitlyn as Rylan shipper, confirmed. 💖

More details and discussion on the Discord @itscomingupaces made us: https://discord.com/invite/RHgdqBBXh7

#the quarry #the quarry cut content #the quarry datamine #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #nick furcillo #abi blyg #emma mountebank #rylan propaganda #rylan #radioheads #furblyg #or not #you're pretty awesome and I'm just 75% of the fandom's favorite character #get a grip Dylan #I love him so fuckin much though #let him be the king of your garden Ryan #you've got a ✨connection✨

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Day thirty of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU. And yes I DID win NaNoWriMo, thank you for asking. ❤ This is the last day of NaNo, obviously, so I'm gonna take a little bit of a break from this fic due to being just sliiiiightly burned out from writing 1k+ a day in it for the past month and all, but I intend to start editing it and posting chapters of it on AO3 in the next week or two, so it'll be both easily bookmark/subscribe-able and updating on there soon!

They go through all the boxes, Tim suffers a bit for it, and Kon laughs and makes him suffer more, the bastard. It’s fun, though, even if now Tim would really prefer to never stick his hand in another box ever again in his life.

The last box Kon directs him to is full of layers of distinctly cashmere-esque fabrics, and Kon smiles a little and ducks his head again. Tim is disgruntled, but charmed.

They wander through the exhibits, and Tim feels pretty good about his activity-picking when he realizes Kon’s stopping to look at all of them and actually seems interested in all of them. They have to circle back a couple of times so Kon isn’t doing anything too super-powered in front of other guests, but they do hit all of them. Some of them are more interesting than others, in Tim’s opinion, but Kon still tries them all. Tim wouldn’t complain even if he were bored out of his mind, though, given how invested Kon gets in sorting and mixing the tables full of colored glass beads and making waves and whirlpools in the water fixtures and manipulating the kaleidoscopes and chimes and everything else.

Kon spends the least amount of time with the auditory and olfactory stations, though he’s happy to try all the little hors d'oeuvres that Tim assumes are supposed to be covering “taste” for the exhibit. Visual he seems generally curious about, but definitely tactile wins. Like–far and away, does tactile win. They spend twice as much time at the tactile stations Kon is least interested in as they do any two of the others. Tim doesn’t mention it in case it’s not on purpose. He still doesn’t want to make Kon feel self-conscious or anything.

Anyway, the tactile parts of the exhibit were the whole reason he picked this as a date activity, so what, is he going to be bothered by having made the correct deduction or assumption or whatever? Not freaking likely. Actually if anything he’s going to need to privately gloat to himself about this later. Bask in it a bit.

Also take some notes for future dates and things to buy Kon and whatever else.

More cashmere, to start. A lot more.

Tim sneaks a few more pictures of Kon as they walk from station to station. Kon laughs at him every time he catches him and takes one of him too, which is incredibly flustering. Tim cons him into a few selfies in self-defense, which turns out to be a terrible idea because it still involves him ending up in pictures and, worse, involves him ending up in pictures with Kon, who takes the excuse to press in close and kiss his cheek and just be all kinds of appallingly adorable, the asshole.

Kon uses the first picture he took as Tim’s contact picture and makes one of their shared selfies his phone background. Tim is mildly mortified but also desperately wants to earn lockscreen status, which is a terrible idea because what if Kon ever takes his phone out around the team or Red Tornado or, god forbid, Bruce?

Tim should definitely make sure Kon doesn’t put him on his lockscreen.

. . . but like, if he did . . .

There’s a clay station. Kon stays at that one the longest, making weird little abstract shapes and surprisingly accurate miniature versions of the sculptures tucked away in the corners of the gallery with TTK. Tim hadn’t even noticed him looking at any of the sculptures, but in retrospect he never actually needed to “look” at them, did he? And on that note, Tim guesses the accuracy shouldn’t be any kind of surprising either–Kon must have a really good sense of spatial awareness, if nothing else, and of how things “should” be shaped.

By the time they get through the last station of the exhibit, they’ve been at the museum almost twice as long as Tim’s most optimistic estimates had allowed for and he’s had to sneak off to the “bathroom” for five minutes to push their reservation back an hour. Tim has absolutely zero intention of rushing Kon, especially if he’s having a good time, so it just makes more sense to reschedule than to put him on a schedule.

Though he did have to actually make sure to go into the bathroom to do it, since Kon might’ve noticed him not heading that direction. Tim doubts Kon’s paying attention to what anyone’s doing in the bathroom, for obvious reasons, but he still probably would’ve noticed the date he was briefly concerned might be a supervillain just ducking around a corner to make a phone call ten yards away, no matter how Bat-stealthy said date was about it. Like, that seems like a stupid thing to expect him not to notice.

They stop by the gift shop on their way out–well, Tim detours Kon to it with subtle herding, anyway–and Tim manages to convince Kon to pick out a couple of things. He ends up with a couple of sort of fidget toy-type puzzles and a little three-pack of little tubs of a clay-like play sand in bright colors, which Tim thinks is probably meant to function as some kind of stim toy and was probably something specifically sourced to go with the event, and Tim “accidentally” throws in a couple of fancy candy bars from the front register. Again: Kon needs calories that weren’t directly sourced from cafeteria food from a definitely-not-OSHA-compliant cloning lab.

Maybe Tim can send Kon a fruit basket or ten while he’s still stuck at Cadmus. Those probably come in tropical themes.

Alternately, maybe he can just kidnap Kon outright and trap him in a nice new cul-de-sac until he gets used to it. He could get him actual groceries, then. Lots of them. Fruit and vegetables and entire spreads of “things that weren’t made in an OSHA-noncompliant cafeteria”. That’d be nice.

Also he could send that Hawaiian food truck by on the daily, if they were up for it.

They share the candy bars on the walk to the restaurant–meaning, Tim takes two perfunctory bites of each and tricks Kon into eating the rest with basically zero effort–and it’s . . . nice, honestly, just walking around together. Just being together. Not that this is new knowledge, after the mall, but it’s still novel enough that Tim can’t help indulging in and enjoying the experience. They don’t usually get much time alone together, much less time that isn’t spent either fighting supervillains or dealing with emergencies. So–it’s nice, yeah.

Tim likes it, he means.

They make their adjusted reservation, and Kon peers around the restaurant awkwardly as they’re led to their table. Tim resolves to do whatever it takes to get him to relax, up to and including embarrassing himself in some way or another. He’s probably going to do that anyway, given how most of these meet-ups have been going.

“Does it qualify for ‘nice’ enough so far?” he asks once they’re seated, and Kon blushes, then flashes him a grin.

“It’s okay, I guess,” he says, then bites his lip with a brief flicker of insecurity as he glances down at the menu–specifically the prices on the menu. “Um . . . are you sure you wanna spend this much on me, though . . . ?”

“I want to spend my entire trust fund on you,” Tim says matter-of-factly, and Kon lets out a weird little laugh and ducks his head again. It works a little better this time, since he has the menu to hide behind right now.

“I already like you, man,” he says, which is still inexplicable but not something Tim is actually gonna argue with. “You don’t have to keep buying me stuff.”

“I like buying you stuff,” Tim says. “I’m gonna keep doing it as long as you’ll let me.” And after that, he’ll figure out a way to sneak doing it.

“Just because you like it?” Kon says, glancing at him over the top of the menu.

“Because I like you,” Tim says. “I mean, no offense to the hostess, but I wouldn’t enjoy buying her dinner this much.”

Kon bites his lip, then ducks his head again. His face is red. Tim feels the urge to kiss him again. He probably should’ve found time to do that on the walk over or something. Or as soon as he first saw him. Or just at any point so far tonight, because the urge is getting seriously distracting now.

“So when you said you wanted to go somewhere after this too . . .” Kon trails off, flushing darker.

“There’s a late show at the planetarium about the sun’s role in our solar system and the life cycle of stars,” Tim says. It might be too loose an association, but . . . “I thought you might be interested in checking it out.”

Kon stares at him for a moment, then turns absolutely crimson and hides behind his menu entirely.

“Okay,” he manages, his voice a little cracked. Tim’s pretty sure he could’ve said he’d rented them a hotel room and gotten a less embarrassed reaction. So . . . that’s a thing.

Okay.

“I really do want to spend the money on you,” he says. “Apartment and all.”

“An apartment,” Kon says, glancing over the top of his menu at him again. “And bills and groceries and an . . . allowance.”

“Yes,” Tim says. No point in beating around the bush, he figures. It’s all things he’s already told Kon anyway.

“And not just because I saved your life,” Kon says.

“Not just because you saved my life,” Tim agrees. “I just want to give you those things. Or anything you want, really. Which–well, what would you want?”

“Um,” Kon says, just barely lowering his menu as his eyes skate away. “Well . . . could we like . . . keep hanging out outside the theoretical apartment and stuff? If we did . . . that?"

Tim feels something absolutely giddy and absolutely painful in his chest, hearing that question. Just–what does Kon think, that he just wants to toss a lease at him and never see him again? Or just only come over to . . . actually, wait, maybe Kon does think–ugh. Ugh. Fuck, that is not what he’s trying to make Kon worry about here.

“Yes,” Tim says firmly. “As much as you want.”

“Mm,” Kon says, biting his lip again. His face is still red. Tim wants to give him every single thing the world hasn’t given him, which he knows for a fact is a truly fucked-up and probably borderline-insurmountable amount of things.

But he still wants to give it all to him anyway, and then think up a few more things besides.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young justice #young just us #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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Companions on social media

Cait; Posts gym thirst traps and videos of her working out or getting into fistfights. Can be found in the comments and DMs of women, gay or otherwise. Lots of activity in sobriety and self-help communities. Doesn’t have a lot of followers, but does fundraiser streams for a week every three months she's sober. The money goes to child abuse prevention foundations. Her most recent charity streams had her trying to get all achievements on Just Dance after someone donated 10k requesting it.

Codsworth; self-help videos for people struggling to take care of themselves. How to tidy up, how to take effective breaks, what needs to be cleaned in a house and what supplies you need...very useful, very popular with college students and teens. Once posted a video of him going at wasps with a chainsaw and gained a million subs overnight.

Curie; children's educational YouTube channel that's, somehow, more popular with young adults. Science experiments gone wrong. Think Jackass and Mythbusters hosted by a tiny French woman who approaches everything with the joy and whimsy of My Little Pony. Her most popular videos are her 100k subscriber specials, a series where she goes ghost and cryptid hunting to disprove them and demonstrate the fraudulence you can find behind such things.

Danse; has a Facebook for work purposes. It has a profile photo only because Haylen insisted. Fears the internet deeply, thinks its the closest humanity can get to staring into the void and seeing something blink. Unbeknownst to him, there's a viral video of him teaching a workout regimen to trainees. The comment sections are pure thirst. All of his coworkers know and made an oath to never speak of it.

Deacon; Is the one who snuck into training and got that video. Posted it to r/NextFuckingLevel with 🥵🥵🥵 for a caption. Owns several large meme accounts, all with distinct personalities and lives. Someone tried to dox him after suspicions, but found all accounts had different IPs and info. He's just that good. His Facebook changes profile photo every. Single. Day. He consumes an absurd amount of audio books. Drops CRAZY money on charity streams to make the host do weird shit, like 100% Just Dance. Probably sells feet pics.

Dogmeat; The internet's darling. Nick Valentine's dog who doesn't help with catching bad guys, but with far more important things; Dogmeat cuddles and plays with victims at the scene or in court. Also trained in search and rescue. Much of Dogmeat's page is just Nick sharing important information (hotlines, self-defense, survival tips, et cetera) while petting or playing with Dogmeat. Kind of a McGruff the Crime Dog vibe.

Gage; Facebook that he uses to cyberbully cop pages and Craigslist to offer his...unconventional services (pretending to be your boyfriend at family gatherings to cause drama). His pet lizard, an Argentine Tegu, has an Instagram with 3k followers. The Tegu often wins pet competitions and Gage posts the awards captioned with 🖕🏻💚🦎💚🖕🏻. Works at an amusement park, posts tell-all confessions on Reddit.

MacCready; Facebook with friends and family, posts a lot of Duncan. His YouTube history is videos for Duncan. Lots of Curie's videos. Mac has a Craigslist and LinkedIn, does odd jobs when he isn't working as a security guard at a shooting range. Activite in communities about comics, shows, and video games. Sometimes he'll post a theory about a show or comic and he's usually right. Really enjoys the meltdowns of fandoms when the media takes a nasty turn, even if he's also betrayed.

Nick; Ellie runs Dogmeat's page, Nick just does the talking. As for Nick himself, has some pages for his work (that Ellie also manages) and a Facebook profile to stay in touch with friends and family. Much like Danse, consumes media offline—except for poetry. Most of his screen time is spent on Poetry.com, one of those people that leave comments. He likes how the internet makes information and art accessible. Very peaceful and wholesome internet time.

Hancock; The void that Danse is scared of. Also does streams, but not only for fundraisers. Streams high. Streams himself trying to find his way back to his apartment late at night. Always end up in a fast food joint, trying to convince the workers to unionize. Twitter shitposter until a politician needs cyberbullying. Organizes protests. Extremely active in Massachusetts' political scene, his fans are a force to be reckoned with. Has fistfought his own fans before. Occasionally cancels himself to prove a point. Makes mock apology videos whenever another celeb/influencer fucks up.

Preston; Park ranger and community organizer. Uses Facebook and TikTok to appeal to all ages. Is unfairly good at TikTok dances. Posts safety tips, upcoming event information, etc. Does a lot of work with Dogmeat and Nick. Posts bodycam footage of him arresting people, like shutting down fire-themed gender reveal parties, or poachers. Not a lot of followers, but the bodycam footage goes viral on subreddits like r/Instant_Karma.

Piper; a journalist and blogger. Posts videos of her political rants and makeup/hair routine. Joins Hancock in politician cyberbullying. Makes commentary essays and videos, sometimes book reviews. Appears on podcasts. Her media presence is decently known, but mild. She tries to keep herself distant from it. Despite this, has a good-sized following who appreciate the lack of parasociality. Her most famous video is her trying to find the best coffee spots in Boston.

X6-88; security guard for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who got stuck running the Twitter when the last guy got arrested on weed charges. Piper keeps DMing for an interview and he keeps blocking her accounts. He has LinkedIn for work. Half of it is redacted and involves NDAs. No other media presence except for one thing; he's an infamous esports cryptid. Across a few different shooter games, a high-rank player called X6-88 (its just his first initial and the numbers on his security badge) fucking curbstomps everyone in the match. He has never died or missed a shot. Never speaks in chat, never in team chat. He's a legend among gamers. For him, he's just relaxing on a Friday night, keeping his senses sharp. Doesn't realize there are compilation videos of streamers raging at him.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #robert joseph maccready #john hancock #X6-88 #porter gage #companions react #i rlly liked making this this was fun #im probably going to do more of these

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thelifeofsharks · 9 months

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I’ve been thinking about writing this for a couple of days now, debating as to whether I should say anything publicly but I feel I should as nobody seems to talk about this.

Firstly, can I just say how much we (Sophie and I) love you guys. We wouldn’t be making these comics if we didn’t have an audience and we appreciate you enormously. Thank you.

A few days ago someone posted one of our comics to a Facebook group with about a million followers. The credits had been cropped out and we weren’t credited by the poster. In fact, they blocked us so nobody could tag us. One of our followers took a screen shot of it and sent it to us and by then it had gotten over 100k likes and tens of thousands of shares. Far more than ANY of our comics have ever received on our own page. It’s very disheartening and frustrating to see that people like our work but just not when we have our name on it or post it on our own account.

We had the comic taken down (it took 7 attempts with Facebook) and had some other ones taken down on similar pages and groups. After that we had a barrage of angry and abusive messages, comments and emails from the owners of these pages. One of their arguments was, “Don’t you want people to share your comics?”. The answer is yes…and no.

We love when our followers share our content. LOVE IT. It’s brilliant. There’s a share button at the bottom of every post of ours. Please smash that button for all you are worth. It helps us out enormously.

BUT there are a great number of Facebook pages and Instagram accounts that just steal our stuff (and other comics) and post them without permission or credit and then monetise it. You’ve all seen them. They have names like “Daily Funny Comic” or “The Funniest Cat Videos”. Their whole reason for being is stealing other people’s content and then selling stuff in the link at the top of their account. There are groups of people making huge amounts of money doing this.

I’ve had a load of abusive messages from people who run these accounts, accusing me of stopping them from making a living because their page is now under review. A living made solely on the back of exploiting other people’s work. I’d ask you not to follow or subscribe to these pages. It’s a whole industry now, built on monetising other people’s work with nothing paid to the original artists. And before anyone comments saying it’s great exposure, it’s not about exposure. It’s the principle of people’s work being exploited for financial gain with the artist getting nothing.

So for those people running those accounts, I will report it to Facebook. I don’t owe you a living. Everyone else, please feel free to share our comics. We thank you so much for doing so.

Also we have a shop if you’d like a t-shirt or a book. We make everything ourselves. Baby needs shoes.

#comic #sharks #the life of sharks #sharks comic #cartoon #humour #webcomic #comics #humor #funny #intellectual property #copyright #aggregators #theft

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onlymingyus · 8 months

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Do Re Mi (70;teen Collab Teaser)

pairing; wen junhui x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff

warnings; unprotected sex, breeding kink, wife!reader, husband!jun, talk about having a baby, fingering, crying, mild dacryphilia, marking, scratching, cumplay

w/c; 4k and some change (570 ~ this teaser)

70s;teen Collab Masterlist

a/n; hope you enjoy. this is my fic for the 70s:teen collab, please make sure you read all the other amazing fics on the masterlist! thank you to @onlyhuis and @wonwussy for proofreading.

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Laughing, Jun washes the soap from his hands and dries them before lifting his arms and turning in his embrace to face you. With a smirk on his face, he goes as far as to bite on his bottom lip and shrug his shoulders.

He was your ground in this chaotic world and right now this was all that mattered. Shaking your head you take a step back towards the living room causing him to laugh as you sway your hips to the music playing low on the record player. It was different from before. This was music for slow dancing, music for lovers.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

Jun smiles brightly when a smile spreads across your pretty face. It didn’t matter how tired he was. Your smile was like a shot of vitamin c injected right into his veins.

“Maybe. I got good vibes about things lately. I’m thinking you should take me to bed,..”

His smile only falters for a moment as Jun licks his lips, his brows furrowing at your words. You made it hard for him to keep his cool around you. It didn’t matter if you two had been married for two years or twenty…Jun felt it in his soul you were going to keep him on his toes.

“You sayin’...”

It’s when you nod, your footstep still walking the two of you backwards closer to the bedroom that Jun’s breath hitches in his throat. The two of you had talked about starting a family a hundred times but the financial situation was never right. It still wasn’t in Jun’s mind… but you saying what you had, Jun couldn’t think about anything else.

A gasping laugh finds your lips when Jun moves quickly picking you up in his arms. Your hands on his shoulders, you kick your legs only to stop when you feel his lips press against the rising fabric of your shirt. A short huff of breath escapes him and you find yourself suddenly furrowing your brows. Your fingers running through his hair as he takes the last few steps through the door to your shared bedroom to lay you on the bed.

Your fingers still threading through your husband’s soft locks, you find your eyes closing to the feeling of his lips finding purchase on your skin as his fingers gently work the button of your jeans loose in the dimly lit room. The only sounds are that of your soft moans, panting breaths, and his strategic kisses that seem to mesh with the music from the living room.

Lifting your hips to the feeling of Jun’s fingers pushing against your hips, you smile finally looking down at him in the low light to find his eyes on you. He had a way about making you feel shy by doing something so simple. Just his eyes on your face as he worked your jeans over your thighs, his breath fanning over your abdomen was enough to cause your cheeks to feel like you were standing too close to an open flame.

“Jun…”

Now he was smiling at your tiny whimper of his name. God, you were like a dream. How had he landed you, Jun would never understand, but he counted his blessings each and every day and especially any chance he had the privilege to between your thighs.

“What is it, little bird? You sound so pretty tonight.”

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#jun smut #junhui smut #seventeen smut #svthub #svt smut #svthub.collab #jun fluff #junhui fluff #seventeen fluff #svt fluff

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nataliawrites · 1 year

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Plus-One // Lewis Hamilton

You stared at the envelope laying mockingly on the counter in front of you. You couldn’t believe it! Your cheating ex-boyfriend actually had the gall to invite you to his wedding … to the woman he cheated on you with.

Having moved on with your life, you could safely say that you did not miss him at all. That didn’t stop you from still being pissed at the way he disrespected you and the way that the so-called friends you shared blindly sided with him in the aftermath.

He made you feel worthless, placing the blame on you for being too plain and too frigid. And you actually believed him for a while. Until you met the man who spent every day since he first laid eyes on you proving just how priceless you really are.

Technically, it’s more accurate to say that your Cocker Spaniel met Roscoe while both dogs were being taken for a walk and it was love at first sight for them. Laughing at how your dogs hit it off, Roscoe’s owner introduced himself and invited you to join them for lunch at a local dog-friendly vegan cafe.

That’s how, two years later, you found yourself traveling the world with two dogs and one Sir Lewis Hamilton. The F1 season meant that you spent a good portion of the year away from home and so it was only during summer shutdown that you finally had time to go back to the Monaco condo that you shared with your boyfriend and look through the giant pile of accumulated mail. Hidden in the middle of the mess of letters was an unassuming envelope postmarked from your parents a few months ago. Opening it revealed the envelope you were currently staring at.

The wedding invitation was originally sent to your parents’ house three months ago (which made sense as your ex-boyfriend had no way of knowing where you currently lived). You were willing to bet that he had no idea just how far you’d come since you found him in bed with another woman and unless he was a frequent subscriber to F1 WAG update pages, he likely had no idea who you were dating. Evidently, he invited you to his wedding just to rub it in your face.

Lewis walked into the kitchen to find you sitting at the island trying to burn the invitation with your mind, “What’s wrong, love?”

“Remember when I told you about my douche of an ex?”

“The idiot who cheated on you?”

“Yes,” you raged at his audacity. “Apparently he invited me to his wedding to the same woman he was cheating with.”

“Okay,” Lewis took the invitation from you and read it over, ever the rational one when off the grid. “Here’s what you’re going to do: you’re going to RSVP and check off that you’re bringing a plus-one with you.”

“But-“

“No buts. It will be after the end of the season. We’re going to pull up and show him just how much better off you are without him. We’re going to make him regret ever hurting you like that.”

You stood up and kissed him in thanks, “I couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend.”

His eyes raked over your form, even exhausted after a long plane ride back to Monaco, he still made you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth, “You’ve already upstaged the bride and you’re not even trying.”

Fast-forward to a week before Christmas, one month after Lewis won his eighth world championship title, and you were making the finishing touches to your makeup in a hotel suite near the wedding venue.

“Lew,” you called over your shoulder, “can you please come help me zip up my dress?”

He came up behind you and ran his hands over your back, pulling up your zipper and sending chills throughout your body.

“Gorgeous,” he kissed behind your ear. “Exquisite,” he turned you around and kiss along your jawline.

You met his lips, “I love you. Thank you for everything.”

“And I love you. Every man at the wedding is going to be jealous that I get to have you on my arm tonight.”

The wedding was an experience from the moment you pulled up to the valet and the teenager who ran up to collect your car caught sight of Lewis. He drove to park your Mercedes with shaking hands and a fresh Lewis Hamilton autograph across his company branded cap.

It was a little bizarre when most of the guests were more focused on your boyfriend than the groom at the altar or the bride making her way down the aisle, but the two of you resolved to gracefully sit together, the picture of quiet elegance. Luckily, you sat far enough back at the ceremony to escape your ex-boyfriend’s notice which will make the moment he finally sees you all that much sweeter.

You zoned out while the officiant droned on and on, focusing on Lewis tracing little shapes along your thigh, only snapping back to attention at “you may now kiss the bride.”

The two of you joined the rest of the guests as they filed out of the ceremony space and into the ballroom for the reception, once again the subject of stares as they tried to figure out whether your boyfriend was who they thought he was, and made your way to your assigned table.

You sighed as you realized that you were going to be surrounded by the “friends” who blamed you for the break up and made excuses for why your ex cheated. You whispered as much in Lewis’ ear.

He pulled you closer, “it’ll be fine, love. I’m here with you.”

As the table filled up, it seemed like the rest of the occupants were too preoccupied with your boyfriend to actually realize that he was seated next to you. But you were feeling particularly petty.

“Hello,” you inclined your head with a slight smirk. “It’s nice to you see again.”

They did a double take.

Amy, who you once thought was your best friend, stuttered out a broken, “Y/N?”

“Hi, Amy! How’s it going since you told me that it was understandable that he cheated because I ‘never put out!’”

She didn’t reply, eyes jumping between you and Lewis.

“Oh, this is my boyfriend, Lewis.”

He gave a curt “hello” and raised your entwined hands to his lips.

James, another one of the friends who once betrayed you called out from the other end of the table, “You and LEWIS HAMILTON?”

“Yes, that is my boyfriend’s name last time I checked.”

James continued to run his mouth, “never took you for a gold-digger but I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Lewis interjected before you could even say anything, “Y/N is the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. If anyone’s punching above their weight, it’s me. She’s the one who’s out of my league. It’s not her fault the lot of you were too stupid to appreciate her.”

Amy’s boyfriend, who must be new because they weren’t together when you last saw her, tried to ask for an autograph as the table fell into tense silence but Lewis wasn’t having it.

You really loved your boyfriend.

Later that night after the first dance, Lewis went up to the bar to get you some drinks, first making sure that you would be fine alone for a few minutes.

Someone must have it out for you because that’s also when the newlyweds decided to start making their rounds and when your ex finally noticed you.

“Y/N! You actually showed up. Didn’t think you had it in you to watch us get married,” he sneered. “But it looks like your plus-one bailed on you.”

A glass of champagne was placed by your plate before familiar arms wrapped around you from your back, the smell of Lewis’ cologne instantly comforting you. “Her plus one’s right here.”

You could’ve sworn your ex looked less shocked when you walked in on him that faithful day. “But-but you’re Lewis Hamilton?”

You decided to join in on the fun, “really? I had noooo idea.” You turned to face your boyfriend, “why didn’t you tell me that you’re Lewis Hamilton?”

You turned back towards your ex, “and by the way, the next time you have to send me something, you can mail it to our penthouse in New York or our villa in London or our condo in Monaco or our apartment in Nyon.”

You reached for Lewis’ hand as an upbeat song came on, not letting your ex get in a word edgewise, “come on Lew, let’s dance.”

As Lewis led you to the dance floor, you couldn’t help but be thankful for your ex because if he wasn’t such a moron you probably would have never met the love of your life.

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emailsfromanactor · 5 months

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Do you like Hamlet? John Gielgud? Richard Burton? Theatre and film history? The process of putting on a show? Snarky, insightful, really entertaining commentary on all of the above? Then you're in the right place! Emails from an Actor is a (mostly) real-time readalong of John Gielgud Directs Richard Burton in Hamlet: A Journal of Rehearsals and Letters from an Actor, two books written about the 1964 Broadway production of Hamlet. Both have been out of print for decades, but I acquired PDFs, extracted the text, edited it, and now they exist in accessible form, woohoo! (Edit: Letters from an Actor is coming into print again on March 5! I'm still going ahead with the emails, but buy it when it's out!)

John Gielgud Directs Richard Burton in Hamlet: A Journal of Rehearsals by Richard L. Sterne, is, well, what it says on the tin! Sterne, who played the Gentleman and understudied Laertes, secretly tape recorded rehearsals, going so far as to hide under a platform for a private rehearsal with just Gielgud and Burton. The book summarizes and quotes heavily from those recordings. It also includes a prompt-script for the production with descriptions of the blocking and acting choices - I haven't edited that part yet, but I plan to.

Letters from an Actor by William Redfield, who played Guildenstern, is less objective but way more fun. I love it so much that when I first got it in 2006, I just about killed my hands typing up quotes to share on Livejournal. Redfield had an extensive career in theatre, film, and TV. He's best known for playing Dale Harding in the film One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, but if you happen to be a musical nerd, you might know him as Mercury in Cole Porter's Out of This World. (Also relevant to musical nerds: Alfred Drake as Claudius, John Cullum as Laertes, and George Rose as the Gravedigger!) The book is structured as letters to a friend, Robert Mills, who wanted to know about life in the theatre. Redfield took Mills from his audition through opening night on Broadway, relating thoughts and anecdotes about his profession along the way. As in Hamlet, Richard Burton plays a major role, with stories of his own and a glimpse into his life with Elizabeth Taylor in the days surrounding their (first) wedding. The rehearsal process was frustrating for Redfield, and with all the time he and his Rosencrantz spend feeling lost, the book kind of comes across as a Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead AU.

I'll be sending out the journal entries and letters on the days they were written and/or are about, with just a little bit of jumping around in time. Subscribe here! I made it private for copyright reasons, but don't worry, I'll approve everyone. The emails will start with some introductory material on January 24 and continue through an epilogue in mid-April. Follow this blog for some extras! And reblogs, if people end up talking about this! Tag me or use the tag "emails from an actor" if you want me to see something.

I'm so excited to share these books with people! But mostly Letters from an Actor. Seriously, it's so good.

#hamlet #shakespeare #john gielgud #richard burton #elizabeth taylor #william redfield #is the guy in the icon by the way #rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead #(not really but i think people who like it will also like this so hey!)#emails from an actor

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tiannasfanfic · 10 months

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GossipWeb

Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)

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Summary: If you want to stay up to date on celebrity gossip, GossipWeb is the site to subscribe to! Monday’s Weekend Roundup for July 17 has an update on Corroded Coffin, and you should totally check it out!

Author Note: Modern Rockstar!Eddie AU. Reader not mentioned in this first part, but will be in future installments so I went ahead and labeled it as an x Reader fic. Written in the style of a gossip column.

CW: Mentions of divorce; mentions of alcoholism and drug addiction; mention of a fistfight.

(The following is an excerpt from the July 17, 2023 edition of The Weekend Roundup, a gossip column posted every Monday afternoon on GossipWeb.com and the GossipWeb app.)

Wedding bells are in the air for model Chrissy Munson and nature photographer David Greggs. The pair have officially announced their engagement on Sunday via social media, confirming recent rumors.

The happy couple shared the news on their respective Instagram accounts, showing photos of the two happily embracing on a beach at sunset. In one, Munson is holding out her hand to show off the huge sapphire and diamond engagement ring now sitting on her finger.

“I said YES!” Munson captioned her photo while Greggs captioned his, “She said YES!”

The pair first made headlines back in 2021, when they were spotted having dinner together just a few weeks after Munson filed for divorce from Corroded Coffin’s frontman, Eddie Munson.

While “Irreconcilable differences” were listed in the official court filing, representatives for both Eddie and Chrissy have declined to comment further on the matter. In the social media post announcing the divorce, Chrissy took a diplomatic path, stating, “Sometimes our plans in life just don’t work out the way we want them to. Unfortunately, this is one of those times. I wish Eddie nothing but the best and wish nothing but happiness for him. While our marriage may be over, he will always hold a special place in my heart.”

But, while her words made it sound like the split was an amicable one, many have their doubts it was that simple.

Rumors had been circulating regarding her ex husband’s hard partying lifestyle for years. Insiders have come forward to provide accounts of escalating drug and alcohol abuse, and extremely irrational and erratic behavior from the rockstar. Shortly after the divorce filing, it was reported to multiple news outlets that an intervention was been staged for Munson just a few days prior to the court filing, but it had failed.

In related news, the former members of Corroded Coffin are continuing to stay busy and are enjoying far more laid back schedules.

Following a highly successful album with their band Fallen Shadows, Jeff Richards and Grant Lee have announced a small, twenty city tour that will occur early next year. While the dates and cities are still to be determined, the two are looking forward to getting back on the road.

“It’s been awhile, but we’re itching to get back out there,” Richards stated in a Facebook post. “There’s nothing like bringing our music out into the world and sharing it in person with the fans.”

But Gareth Emerson hasn’t been so eager to return to the spotlight.

Following a successful stay at the Betty Ford Center, which he entered in December 2019, Emerson says he has done a lot of thinking about his life and who he wants to be, both as a person and an artist.

“The stress I was constantly putting myself under was ultimately my downfall,” he explained in a Facebook post full of self reflection. “And one of the biggest stressors for me was the constant need to promote myself, to sell myself basically. I stopped feeling like a person and started feeling like a piece of meat. In this business, it doesn’t take long before you start getting treated like a machine and you start looking for ways to cope. And, usually, you find yourself coping by turning to drugs. Now I don’t have to just cope because I refuse to put myself back in that stressful position.”

Emerson continues to write and record new music, which he releases on iTunes under his own name. While he’s leaning heavily into experimental sounds, his new style seems to be gravitating towards a blend of classic rock n’ roll, folk and heavy metal. It’s not a combination you would expect to hear from a speed metal drummer, but Emerson clearly has hidden talents he’s only just starting to show the world.

As for the frontman and lead guitarist, Eddie Munson, unfortunately, there’s not much can be said.

The statement from Corroded Coffin announcing their hiatus came in late 2019 just a few days after Munson and Emerson’s very publicized fistfight at the UK Music Video Awards. While he virtually dropped out of the spotlight as a musician in the following months, Munson was frequently in the news due to his excess partying and rowdy behavior.

Then, in 2022, he unexpectedly disappeared from the LA party scene, only to resurface a few months later in his old hometown of Hawkins, Indiana.

Representatives for Munson have declined to comment, so the true reasons for his returning to Hawkins are still unclear. The rocker has yet to make any return trips home to California within the last eighteen months since his departure. This adds credibility to a more recent rumor we reported on last week that Munson is in negotiations to sell his Malibu home to a private seller.

Perhaps the rockstar has finally turned over a new leaf?

Some signs point to yes.

Earlier this year, Gareth Emerson’s wife, actress Kim Simmons-Emerson, sent well wishes to Eddie in a heartfelt Instagram post. She posted an old photo of Munson and Emerson from high school with the caption, “Today marks a new beginning for old friends. We’re so proud of you. We knew you could do it.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson series #eddie munson au #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #eddie munson imagines #rockstar!eddie munson

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