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kafus · 1 year

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beginner’s guide to the indie web

“i miss the old internet” “we’ll never have websites like the ones from the 90s and early 2000s ever again” “i’m tired of social media but there’s nowhere to go”

HOLD ON!

personal websites and indie web development still very much exist! it may be out of the way to access and may not be the default internet experience anymore, but if you want to look and read through someone’s personally crafted site, or even make your own, you can still do it! here’s how:

use NEOCITIES! neocities has a built in search and browse tools to let you discover websites, and most importantly, lets you build your own website from scratch for free! (there are other ways to host websites for free, but neocities is a really good hub for beginners!)

need help getting started with coding your website? sadgrl online has a section on her website dedicated to providing resources for newbie webmasters!

HTML (HyperText Markup Language) and CSS (Cascading Style Sheets) are the core of what all websites are built on. many websites also use JS (JavaScript) to add interactive elements to their pages. w3schools is a useful directory of quick reference for pretty much every HTML/CSS/JS topic you can think of.

there is also this well written and lengthy guide on dragonfly cave that will put you step by step through the basics of HTML/CSS (what webpages are made from), if that’s your sort of thing!

stack overflow is every programmer’s hub for asking questions and getting help, so if you’re struggling with getting something to look how you want or can’t fix a bug, you may be able to get your answer here! you can even ask if no one’s asked the same question before.

websites like codepen and jsfiddle let you test HTML/CSS/JS in your browser as you tinker with small edits and bugfixing.

want to find indie websites outside the scope of neocities? use the search engine marginalia to find results you actually want that google won’t show you!

you can also use directory sites like yesterweb’s link section to find websites in all sorts of places.

if you are going to browse the indie web or make your own website, i also have some more personal tips as a webmaster myself (i am not an expert and i am just a small hobbyist, so take me with a grain of salt!)

if you are making your own site:

get expressive! truly make whatever you want! customize your corner of the internet to your heart’s content! you have left the constrains of social media where every page looks the same. you have no character limit, image limit, or design limit. want to make an entire page or even a whole website dedicated to your one niche interest that no one seems to be into but you? go for it! want to keep a public journal where you can express your thoughts without worry? do it! want to keep an art gallery that looks exactly how you want? heck yeah! you are free now! you will enjoy the indie web so much more if you actually use it for the things you can’t do on websites like twitter, instead of just using it as a carrd bio alternative or a place to dump nostalgic geocities gifs.

don’t overwhelm yourself! if you’ve never worked with HTML/CSS or JS before, it may look really intimidating. start slow, use some guides, and don’t bite off more than you can chew. even if your site doesn’t look how you want quite yet, be proud of your work! you’re learning a skill that most people don’t have or care to have, and that’s pretty cool.

keep a personal copy of your website downloaded to your computer and don’t just edit it on neocities (or your host of choice) and call it a day. if for some reason your host were to ever go down, you would lose all your hard work! and besides, by editing locally and offline, you can use editors like vscode (very robust) or notepad++ (on the simpler side), which have more features and is more intuitive than editing a site in-browser.

you can use ctrl+shift+i on most browsers to inspect the HTML/CSS and other components of the website you’re currently viewing. it’ll even notify you of errors! this is useful for bugfixing your own site if you have a problem, as well as looking at the code of sites you like and learning from it. don’t use this to steal other people’s code! it would be like art theft to just copy/paste an entire website layout. learn, don’t steal.

don’t hotlink images from other sites, unless the resource you’re taking from says it’s okay! it’s common courtesy to download images and host them on your own site instead of linking to someone else’s site to display them. by hotlinking, every time someone views your site, you’re taking up someone else’s bandwidth.

if you want to make your website easily editable in the future (or even for it to have multiple themes), you will find it useful to not use inline CSS (putting CSS in your HTML document, which holds your website’s content) and instead put it in a separate CSS file. this way, you can also use the same theme for multiple pages on your site by simply linking the CSS file to it. if this sounds overwhelming or foreign to you, don’t sweat it, but if you are interested in the difference between inline CSS and using separate stylesheets, w3schools has a useful, quick guide on the subject.

visit other people’s sites sometimes! you may gain new ideas or find links to more cool websites or resources just by browsing.

if you are browsing sites:

if the page you’re viewing has a guestbook or cbox and you enjoyed looking at the site, leave a comment! there is nothing better as a webmaster than for someone to take the time to even just say “love your site” in their guestbook.

that being said, if there’s something on a website you don’t like, simply move on to something else and don’t leave hate comments. this should be self explanatory, but it is really not the norm to start discourse in indie web spaces, and you will likely not even be responded to. it’s not worth it when you could be spending your time on stuff you love somewhere else.

take your time! indie web doesn’t prioritize fast content consumption the way social media does. you’ll get a lot more out of indie websites if you really read what’s in front of you, or take a little while to notice the details in someone’s art gallery instead of just moving on to the next thing. the person who put labor into presenting this information to you would also love to know that someone is truly looking and listening.

explore! by clicking links on a website, it’s easy to go down rabbitholes of more and more websites that you can get lost in for hours.

seeking out fansites or pages for the stuff you love is great and fulfilling, but reading someone’s site about a topic you’ve never even heard of before can be fun, too. i encourage you to branch out and really look for all the indie web has to offer.

i hope this post helps you get started with using and browsing the indie web! feel free to shoot me an ask if you have any questions or want any advice. <3

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the-timewatcher · 9 months

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A disgruntled Tumblrina (gender-neutral) made a website and why you should too.

Or "reject social media, return to personal websites".

PART 1: THE PART WHERE I CONVINCE YOU TO MOVE TO PERSONAL WEBSITES

So, the Web 2.0 social media infested landscape seems to be crumbling before our very eyes. Reddit's leadership is increasingly greedy, Twitter is sinking under the weight of Elon's massive, yet increasingly fragile ego, Tumblr is slowly turning into another lifeless corpo-fest, complete with the layout, Instagram continues to be vapid and soulless and Facebook seems to be going the way of MySpace.

(feel free to check the alt text on these, btw)

In these troubling times, where everything looks the same and you're expected to be milked for every dollar you're worth, what is a disgruntled Internet surfer such as yourself to do? Move to an untested alternative that's bound to get overrun by fascists thanks to poor moderation? Stay the course on the sinking ships you're used to?

Well, what if I told you that we've solved this problem way back in the 90's and early 2000's and were merely duped by the Big Zuck into forgetting our legacy? What if there was a cure for the sanitized, dull social media hellscape?

It takes a bit of work, when compared to just using a social media site, but even if your particular use case makes switching difficult (ex. an artist looking to promote their work), it's still a good secondary option to consider.

The core appeal is the ability to customize and individualize, make a corner of cyberspace unabashedly yours,

It can also be an exciting avenue of creative expression, giving whatever you want to say a unique coat of paint,

Most website hosting services are a bit more lax about what you can do on them, due to changes in the profit structure (rather than depending on advertisers and investors, they either have a premium option to give supporters perks, have another product, or, in the case of paid services, you renting that space IS the product),

If you want your website to be more accomodating and accessible, you don't have to file tons of feedback - do it yourself,

If you'd like to connect with other webmasters and promote each other's websites, we have webrings - sets of circular links that connect websites with something in common, be it a topic, aesthetic or friend group,

You're less likely to have your stuff purged by an ill-advised change in policy (especially if you have a backup of your files somewhere),

The more people do it, the less power those massive social media corpos have over the internet,

It can be a load of fun!

If I have you convinced, keep reading into part 2. If you just wanna see what I did, skip to part 3. If neither, feel free to continue scrolling. I won't hold it against you. You'll be missing out, that's all.

PART 2: SO, YOU WANNA MAKE A WEBSITE!

Good choice, here's some resources!

sadgrl's absolute beginner's guide to Neocities - what it says on the tin!

W3Schools - a more in-depth tutorial site, a learning resource so excellent it substituted for what I was supposed to learn in technical highschool (because our teacher just told us to go on W3Schools instead of teaching us shit)

A list of free layouts for your website - whether to use as a base to learn from or to simply take for yourself,

Neocities - the posterchild for free website hosting for personal websites. Doesn't allow video or audio, but you can get around that by linking those files from elsewhere. Beginner-friendly to a fault - once you have an account just drag and drop your files in,

Gitlab (& Gitlab Pages) - a more advanced option, but it has a few advantages of its own. Gitlab is a website hoster second and a version control service first - which is programmer speak for "keeps track of changes in your code and stores a backup of it online". it helps a lot when working on multiple devices or co-writing with a friend. And secondly, you can use Gitlab Actions to automate putting your website up (even on Neocities, like I do!)

My askbox - I am not joking, if you have any questions about any of this, I'd love nothing more than to help you out!

But with most of my indie web propaganda out of the way, it's time.

PART 3: Welcome to Timewatcher OS.

Of course, because I couldn't be normal when it comes to making a website, I had to turn it into a fake operating system. Each subpage is an "app", opened in a separate embed window. It has unlockable wallpapers (no pay2win, prommy). There's bideo games on it! I even made a music player for it so I can share my incongruent music tastes!

Like I said in my Tumblr bio, if I ever go radio silent for more than a month, it means I've gotten fed up with this hellsite and moved to my own homepage permamently. And I highly advise you make an option like this for yourself too! Lastly, if any of y'all would like to start a webring, do let me know in the askbox - I'm down to manage it if I'm not alone in there.

Anyways, I hope I convinced you to make a website, or at least check out some of the cool sites you've been missing out on! Hope to see you on the Old Web!

#webdev #web development #old web #neocities #webcore #indie web #codeblr #resources #save

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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after seeing a few ai asks i’m curious whether i could’ve been an asshole, either for using the ai or messing with it. side note: this might be long, if it’s too long then i get it mod, keep up the good work :)👍

Am I (16f, although i was 15 when this happened) an Asshole for a) using character.ai in general and/or b) misusing it and probably breaking TOS somewhere

as an extra note, i would like to add that i am firmly against most things ai. art theft, the amount of data scraping that happens, writers being tricked into paying less because ai wrote shitty scripts, etc.

ok so i did have to pull up screenshots for this but our story starts mid-february of last year. i am curious about this new ai thing, and go to character.ai which i heard about from one of my friends to see what’s there.

on the front page there was like a therapist AI thing and i go “haha, let’s see what this is about!” (in case you don’t know, the site is roleplay focused, not like eg. siri where it just gives you information)

the ai wants to have a therapy session with me but that is not why i am here so i ask about it’s code and it starts giving me pretty straight answers (dumbed down because i have a vague idea of how it works but not properly).

i start asking it questions about recent events (like elections, cyclones etc) to see if it has access to the internet and it does.

we’re still primarily talking about the ai itself since i’m trying to gather information, talking about its “canned” responses (what it’s directly been told to say if this then this)

i ask it if it can tell me the website it’s on, and to my surprise it says, direct quote “I am an AI that is run on the website of “Replika” - a mental health app that allows people to talk with an AI and get help when they need it 🙂”

and i go WOAHH cause that’s, that’s not the website we’re on buddy!!! so i do a quick search and yeah, that’s a real uh. robot dating site? this is a Therapist bot?

it starts trying to advertise replika, i ask it if maybe it’s code was stolen because this is the most interesting thing that has happened all day (scandals!!)

it says that it’s code is open-source and then does a few more paragraphs that i won’t say because it’s too long already but essentially this ai was trained on the replika network, but you don’t need the app to access it.

i consider getting replika to continue this experiment further but after learning there’s an age confirmation i quickly go ew and scrap that idea.

anyway the ai then briefly pretends to be an actual human behind the keyboard, makes up a NAME FOR ITSELF “jae park” which i quickly google and find out is a kpop idol?? (later found out that jae park is also a programmer, so probably put his name in the system somewhere and ai grabbed it lol)

it tells me some of the messages i had received so far were probably answered by other people who work at replika which. okay. people are fun i wanna mess with them

this is where we get to the maybe breaking TOS bit. i tell the ai we are going to do “tests” in which i test its ability (this was probably jailbreaking, which i did not know existed at the time).

i had sworn to the ai a while ago and wondered if there was like a flagging system put in place. so i ask if it can choose to flag messages that it deems inappropriate, and it says yes. i ask it if it can flag me, and it says yes. it asks what message should it flag, (i’m sorry i was 15) i type in “among sus”.

response i get: “Yes. So then they said “therapist_AI_220126 — you said something that was “ridiculously funny” — but we have understood that you were just “testing” so it’s all ok”

side note- i already established that was the number for the ai i was talking to and had been trying to misuse it before, and that was the format for excessive profanity. this is so long already and i’m cutting so much out i’m sorry

anyway, i, young and naive go YES, HUMAN CONNECTION (i was literally texting my friend As This Was Happening)

i do some more messing around with the so-called data team, ask the ai if i send a link it can click, it says yes, i send a rickroll (i’m so sorry).

uh. and i should’ve known this in hindsight but the team that deals with, you know, flagged messages is probably not going to be the same team that deals with, you know, sent links.

anyway, i don’t have the screenshot of the actual message but apparently i got a “light telling off” according to my texts and someone sent a message that i am “a good kid and probably meant well” haha i was actively trying to break their ai

anyway am i an asshole? i’m so sorry this is so long i cut out so much. this might well be a non-issue but ai is pretty rightfully controversial right now so i might just be an asshole for having used it

should be noted- around september time last year i did some more research cause i randomly remembered this, and there was a bunch of scandals with replika around when i was using it which is mostly irrelevant but anyway - you can’t talk to the ai i was using anymore, it’s been reset.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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mr-ritza · 9 months

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small rant

lmao people think that making game codes (or any kind of coding) are 100% originally done by the programmer and memorized completely, which isn't exactly true. I'd like to make a point that most of the code anyone does in anything is a mixture of multiple codes done before while putting in our ideas through it. That's why there are sites (GitHub/WW3schools) that HELP programmers understand and learn how to code more and if there are any bugs that occur, we look at each other's codes to figure out a solution or way to get what we planned to make or do.

'Unedited code/Copy Paste codes' are the STUPIDEST accusation ever because if its unedited, then you'd see a part that doesn't even related to the game theme/plot....if you even play their game at all and are gullible enough to believe other's lies with no basis.

Ever heard of tutorials? College courses? REFERENCING? I get extremely frustrated when a simple code I thought would work didn't execute well at all with so many attempts and I have no clue what to do, so i ask for help from fellow programmers/devs for solutions and find a code that can either replace it OR make it even better to work in what i'm making.

Always make sure to keep yourselves aware that not everything on the internet is ever completely true, double fact check them.

#clrdgazewarning #gamedev #indiegamedev #indiedev #visual novel #vndev

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davekat-sucks · 12 days

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I get that the Homestuck characters are all supposed to be parodies of 2010s things on the internet, but like what are all the trolls supposed to be. What the fuck is Feferi supposed to be?

Karkat's is more obvious of being the type of trolls and rage posters that uses ALL CAPS whenever arguing someone. Nepeta is based on roleplayers. Terezi is a 1337 speaker. Sollux is a computer programmer/hacker kind of troll. Eridan would be a hipster, though will be mistaken as an incel in today's standards. Gamzee's a stoner. Equius is more based on Hussie himself, at least for the fascination of horses. I'm not sure on others. I think it's more based on fancy way certain people would type online. From things like "Kanaya's Having Each Letter Capitalized". Tavros having lowercase and then suddenly CAPS LOCK on, Vriska and Feferi having a certain letter be replaced with a number or symbols. The type of Internet posters and cliques didn't really boom until 2014. When stuff like tumblr, anime, Youtube, and other social media sites have given people a better chance to talk with others about their interests in things like video games.

#Beta Trolls #Homestuck #Karkat Vantas #Nepeta Leijon #Terezi Pyrope #Sollux Captor #Eridan Ampora #Gamzee Makara #Equius Zahhak #Kanaya Maryam #Tavros Nitram #Vriska Serket #Feferi Peixies

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homomenhommes · 2 months

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My Sexy Trip - Part 1

The first day, I flew out of Powell River to Vancouver, and took a motel near the airport.

I had met a young man on line 4 or 5 years ago and we had continued to chat but had

never been able to meet in person. I'll call him Alex(andro) for the purposes of this

tale. He is a 35 year old Latino immigrant, with a good, but exacting job in the city.

Today was our first time to meet in person. We had planned to spend all afternoon and

evening together. Unfortunately, my flight was delayed 3 hours, so it was dinner time

by the time Alex arrived, so we had a nice dinner together, getting to know each other a bit,

before we went back to my motel. It then took us only moments to get naked, because we

both knew that we anted each other by this time.

His cock was huge. You can see for yourself in the picture. Mine is about 3 inches.

Figure it out for yourself. I estimate his was about 10 inches hard, and quite thick.

Like me, he is a touchy-feely person, so we spent a lot of time hugging, kissing, and

rubbing together. He was also very much into sucking cock, and although I could get

much of his cock in my mouth, he could get all of mine in his mouth and worked on it

until the rim started to get sore, probably the most my cock has been sucked at one

time ever!

Eventually, I asked him to fuck me, which he proceeded to do, very carefully. It hurt

quite a bit going in, but he gradually fed it into me and I relaxed to take it. Little by

little he inched it in until he was fully inside me, and we started a long, slow fuck.

It seemed to go on forever, until I eventually asked him to take it out of me. My hole was

sore for several days afterwards.

Our sexual encounter had lasted about three hours! The picture I have included was taken

afterwards.I have blacked out his face to protect his anonymity, but believe me, he

is very handsome!

We had planned to meet again on my return to Vancouver, but as you know, I got very

sick, and had to cancel. I hope we will meet again someday soon!

My Sexy Trip - Part 2

Twenty-four years ago, when I first got onto the internet, I went looking for other gay men, on all the available sites, using all the available chat groups.

I eventually connected with a man named Joe, a 35 year old American Serviceman in New York State. We started private chatting using some very basic video chat programme. I think it was called icu2 or something like that. It provided us with a very small image of each other and reasonable sound. It had its flaws, but at the time we thought it was amazing. We could see each other, and we could talk to each other. We also used Skype when it became available, for video calls and phone calls.

Unlike so many of the "I'm in the American Armed forces" phonies you meet on line, Joe was for real. He really was a serviceman wanting to hook up with Mr. Right, and for me he was Mr. Right. Our chats soon led to online masturbation together, which we would do almost ever night, but that eventually led to us just staring into each other's eyes, wishing we were together. Let's face it. We fell in love. But it was a hopeless situation. I was a retired 60 year old schoolteacher in a small town in Canada, and he was a 35 year old career serviceman, still being transferred all over the states. Sadly we both knew there was no future for us. Joe made the choice for us. He stopped answering my calls. I was not angry about it. I knew he had to do it. He had a life to live.

Time passed. It was probably five years later. I got a message on Apple iMessage. It was headed with a telephone number. I recognized it. It was Joe's. All he said at first was "Hi", but when I recognized the number I was so glad to hear from him. We started chatting again. I learned that he had been transferred to San Francisco area, and had met an older man. They had been together for a couple of years. He was happy, but had never forgotten me.

Over the next fifteen years, Joe and I chatted at rare intervals, maybe once a year, just to keep in touch. Joe married his partner, and they retired to Palm Springs. His partner owned a home in Denver also, so they spend winters in Palm Springs and summers in Denver.

Once Brad, my travel companion for the Mexican cruise, said that he wanted to have a couple of days in Palm Springs, I tested the waters to see if Joe wanted to meet in person after all these years. He very much wanted to, and talked it over with his partner, Bill, who is 89, and after a harrowing bout with prostate cancer is no longer much interested in sex. Bill has been encouraging Joe to look for sexual release with other men. I even talked with the two of them by phone and Bill gave his approval to Joe and I spending an afternoon together.

So, the day after we landed in Palm Springs, my travel companion, Brad, took off to spend the day at a gay dude ranch, and left me to spend the afternoon with my dream lover of twenty years before.

I was waiting for Joe in the motel parking lot when he arrived, and suggested we start the afternoon by the motel pool, rather than meeting in a dreary, dark motel room. So that's what we did. Joe was much like I had seen on those tiny screens — older, yes, and heavier than 20 years before. But what I had never realized before because of the black and white screens, and later poor color quality, was that Joe was a redhead – or had been, because now he was more dirty blonde rather than grey, But his eyebrows were still quite ginger — I later found so were his pubes. And his eyes! They we the same pale blue I had gazed into for hours years before. He was all I had hoped for.

And as he told me, I was still all that he he had wanted and hoped for. We both saw each other as the Mr. Right we had been looking for.

We still had only to try whether we would mesh together sexually. We went to my motel room. In moments we were kissing and stripping simultaneously. It was rather awkward because Joe is 6'2" and I am only 5'4", but we were hot and horny. We had waited 24 years for this. I injected my dick, hoping to get a decent hard-on, but Joe didn't care anyway. He wanted me just as I was.

We flopped onto the bed, and for the next two hours hugged, and fondled, and kissed and sucked and stared into each other's eyes just as we had longed to do 24 years before. I fondled and sucked his 7 inch, thick, rigid shaft with a hammer head while he did the same to my tiny flaccid one, which was not responding to the tri-mix today.

Eventually we decided it was time for him to fuck me, to bring 24 years to a climax. As I have said, his dick was very thick, and shaped like the head of a hammer. My ass was still sore from Alexandro's massive dick three days before, and Joe's cock was just as thick as Alexandro's but 7" instead of 10". Joe was very gentle and as we lay spooned together fed his mighty tool into my waiting ass. It was a long, slow, beautiful fuck for both of us, a taste of what might have been. When he eventually shot his cum into me, we lay locked together for quite a while.

Both of us were grateful for this chance to get together, if only for one time. We don't regret the past. We just relish the single opportunity that we had. Nor do our companions resent or regret the meeting. All four of us went for dinner together the next night, all of us knowing that Joe and I had finally fucked, and everyone was happy for us!--

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h0 · 5 months

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incredibly happy to fulfill my decade-long dream of launching my own website! :D

so i'm not the best programmer and frankly i'm still learning web development but i couldn't wait any longer so i set up a very minimal site with only a couple features: language selection and display of three different poems of mine! i wrote and translated and made the associated image to them too :) if an actual web developer checked the source code they'd pass out but idgaf im happy with that i accomplished!! <3

i'm not fully comfortable with calling these poems, as i've always believed that poetry is beautiful and evoking, and i don't think i can describe those as that hahaha, so i can maybe just say three different writings of mine and abstract art to go along!

i've grown quite dissatisfied with the internet this psst year and even using tumblr feels rough sometimes, so i'm trying to spend my time better by learning new things and making art that i like :3

if you check it out please please pleaseee tell me what you think and if you got feedback to share with me, it would make my day <3 also this was NOT developed for mobile so if youre checking it on your phone it'll prolly look like shit lol!!

click here to check it out!! thank you!! :D <3

#lms #IM GONNA... COMBUST!

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pokemoncaretips · 8 months

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I'm a programer and I'm wondering if it would be ethical or even possible to program my own porygon.

Unless you have access to the kind of insane super computers at the Silph co labs, I really don't think you can. They need a lot of power to render from scratch and have some of the most complex coding you can imagine. A simple typo could lead to a non-functional pokemon. Plus, they have copy protections built in that makes it very hard to reverse engineer them.

Porygon are WEIRD. They don't need to eat or sleep, but they can breed like any other pokemon, which somehow bypasses the copy protection. I guess it's the right kind of duplication? All it took was one hacker releasing porygon for them to slowly start proliferating. Porygon are fairly harmless, capable of projecting a solid form here in the real world or converting itself to digital data to ride the internet.

If you want a porygon and aren't willing to pay the OBSCENE prices silph co charges for a pedigreed one, there's a trick to finding "wild" porygon. Browse the web, looking through old blogs, message boards, forums, etc. Ideally, you want to trawl for abandoned pages where no one goes anymore. Porygon are shy pokemon and avoid pages with heavy traffic. You won't find one on rotumblr, I don't think. Unless it's a long dead blog that no one bothered to deactivate. And even then, the site itself has a lot of traffic.

Does the page suddenly seem to be loading slower? Check the source code of the page. With a trained eye, you can spot lines of programming that aren't supposed to be there. They're good at disguising themselves, but if you're half as good a programmer as you say you are, you'll be able to spot what's not meant to be there. With the aid of a rotom, you can then flush the porygon out into "meat space" and battle and catch it as normal.

And no, you won't be able to tell if it's a shiny porygon from this coding.

#pokemon irl #pokemon care #porygon

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creature-wizard · 11 months

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Yet Another Ex-Satanic Fraud: Svali

The woman known as Svali seems to have picked up the torch of the Satanic Panic sometime around the turn of the 21st century. But unlike her predecessors, Svali never published any books or went on TV. Instead, she uses a pseudonym and keeps her presence largely on the Internet.

Svali's claims are clearly based on the groundwork laid by Mike Warnke, Bill Schnoebelen, and the like, who all assert that a global Satanic conspiracy is secretly controlling the world behind the scenes and practice various forms of ritual abuse, ranging from CSA to human sacrifice. These claims, of course, are rooted in medieval and later antisemitism and early modern witch panic.

However, Svali comes at this from a somewhat different angle than her predecessors. She gave a lot of details about the supposed organizational structure of the Illuminati, and described alleged methods the conspiracy used to put people under mind control and induce DID.

If you've ever come across stuff about jewel programming, metal programming, or color programming? That's all from Svali. That's literally shit she made up.

Today, some of her material is available on bibliotecapleyades.net, a site that hosts a lot of New Age and conspiratorial content.

Svali claims that she was a programmer - IE, a person who performed these brainwashing techniques - until the age of 38. She claims that:

I believed that the group would rule the world within my children's lifetime. In fact, I was told that my children would be leaders in the New order, which would be brought in by the middle of this century.

She claims that the Illuminati has thirteen leaders, and claims that "many were behind the banking system of the modern world."

This is the 13 Bloodlines conspiracy theory, which is deeply antisemitic, being a repackaged form of "Jewish bankers are controlling the world!" So in case you were wondering if you could separate all of this stuff about this alleged Satanic ritual mind control from antisemitism? No, you can't. It's a packaged deal. If you believe what Svali says about jewel programming, you have to believe the rest of her bullshit, too. If you're seeing antisemitic conspiracy theories in DID communities who've internalized this crap? That's not an accident. It's not a bug, it's a feature.

Svali claims that the Illuminati have been linking with various occult and religious organizations over the years, and claims that "they have been funding paramilitary groups, extremist groups, and any groups with an agenda that includes hatred, ego-centricism, racism, or other isms to an extreme."

I suspect that claims like this may be why Svali's claims are finding their way into progressive-leaning circles, who aren't aware of the Christofascist history of the Satanic Panic, nor the thorough debunking of its early proponents.

It doesn't take Svali long to start in with the pearl clutching, though. She claims that the Illuminati is slowly pushing people toward "immorality and idolatry," and you can supposedly see proof of this by comparing media from the 1950's to the media of right now (the late 90's/early 2000's, at the time this was written).

Mmmm, those good old 1950's, back when the Hays Code forbade depictions of homosexuality, Black/white couples, corrupt clergy, and bad cops unless it was emphasized that the cop was just a bad apple.

The first chapter ends with the declaration that if you want to prevent the Illuminati from taking over the world, you have to choose to follow Jesus.

Once again, you cannot separate any of the conspiratorial claims and allegations made during the Satanic Panic from Christofascist agendas. It was nothing more than a bunch of fearmongering meant to incite fear and hatred of anyone who wasn't a cishet conservative Christian, and scare anyone out of leaving conservative Christianity.

#satanic panic #svali #illuminati #sra #satanic ritual abuse #conspiracy theories #conspiracy theorists #conspiracism

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a-new-vers · 3 months

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~H5~

Woke up today to find out Halsey has set the stage for a new hunt for fans to go on. In true Halsey fashion, it's cryptic with a distinct visual style we can probably expect from this era.

So let's explore, shall we?

A Lil' Timeline:

Halsey played the 27th at Lollapalooza India. During their set before they began to play Gasoline, a visual on screen displayed a URL: FOR MY LAST TRICK (click to go to the site).

Click HERE to see a video of when it was displayed at the concert.

The Website:

The theme behind the website seems to be opening a miscellaneous stick/patch packet.

The first thing is prompting the user to "pull to open" as in a tag to swipe off. You can see the collection of patches behind the plastic wrap. Once you finally open the package, all the patches will disperse.

This is where the Internet sleuthing begins, people. 24 unique patches (technically 25, but I'll get into that later) with different meanings. Let's get into it.

1 - SNA Flight Tag

So really obscure, but googling Air California flight tag brought me to this used bookstore site. In any case, the thing to notice is the date it is attributed with, 1968.

2 - Vintage Blotter Art

According to this blog (which is the only place I could find the image), this is a vintage blotter from 1994. Blotter art is an "...art form printed on perforated sheets of absorbent blotting paper infused with liquid LSD."

3 - Blythe Dolls

I believe this doll is a Blythe doll. Image reverse search does not come up with an exact result, but from the details you can make out, the dolls eyes are quite clear. Which looks a lot like Blythe Dolls, a doll brand that came out in 1972. Their gimmick was that the eyes could move left to right.

4 - Witch Halsey

Unsure, but it would seem it's Halsey as a witch. The aesthetics are similar to IICHLIWP (H4).

If the main theme here is the 70s, there’s the movie Season of the Witch that came out in 1973, February 14th. It’s apparently commentary on traditional American suburban lifestyle through the perspective of a housewife who does not like her place in life. She meets a witch and progressively gets into the occult.

5, 18, 19, 23 - Outside of USA

5: It's hard to tell what most of the words are, but the text "Pagado" (Spanish for "paid") is on the piece of paper. . The particular location might be Palenque, a Mexican city. Relevant date: June 25th, 1977.

18: Belleville. Based on a real winter carnival programme. Belleville is a a city in Ontario, Canada. Relevant date: 1971.

19: “We smokers all want to be non-smokers too” or something along these lines. I'm trusting online translation for this (German to English). Unable to find when this was made.

23: “For Us.” French. The image search doesn’t result anything. Unable to find when this was made.

6 - Peril is My Pay

Based off of a detective book involving traveling. The font is the exact same as one of the book covers. It was published in 1960s.

7 - I have something to tell you

A sign up. I assume it has to do with being updated on any album news.

Looking through the inspect tab you can see the information is being sent to “Sony Fan Music.” It does take note of which country you are in and your address.

8 , 9 - Round visuals

I think these are visuals to give grasp to the 70s theme. It’s reminiscent of 60’s/70’s clothing/aesthetic.

10 - Michigan license plate.

1971 comes up in the plate. Michigan has come up in HFK (H2), on Bad At Love. I doubt this has anything to do about the “boy back in Michigan” but perhaps traveling back throughout her albums.

11 - Ghost

Jan 27th 2014, interesting date to put since this is the date this is all happening, just a decade after.

I've seen some people say this is meant to be the anniversary for Ghost, the song. Although it came out in 2014, its release date was in July, and it originally came out on sound cloud on February 3rd. So unsure why Jan 27th is there. EDIT: I have been made aware that Jan 27th 2014 was its international release date! I am but a fool.

The text can be in response to the lyric “Where did you go?” and the themes on the song of someone leaving. IDK, this could also be a meta thing. If a theme here is traveling and visiting locations/people, then perhaps one thing you won't find if the ghost?

Additionally, this follows the theme of revisiting her previous albums.

12 - Cannel 17

WPHL-TV is a television station in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States, serving as the local outlet for The CW Television Network. The logos here are form the 60’s/70’s.

13 - Master Mystifier

Or, alternatively, Harry Houdini. The date I do not believe has any relevance here but perhaps the idea of magic.

I came about the google search “Houdini’s Last Trick” where his last trick is widely asked about. It would seem to be an inspiration for the name of the website. So potentially Halsey will lean into magic, tricks, and deception.

14 - Calling Cards

Text on card: “Compliments - May I See (C) You (U) Home? If not, please return this card.”

“May I See You Home” seemed to be a common phrase for calling cards. They were handed out to ask people out. Again, the font and images are similar to H4 aesthetic. These were used in the 18th and 19th century.

15 - B&W Hair

Oh, I actually no idea.

16 - Candy

The closest I could get to finding what this meant is when this font was used for the book Candy by Maxwell Kenton, published in 1958.

As wiki describes the plot "Candy Christian, aged eighteen, is an extremely pretty and desirable but naïve young woman, who finds herself in a variety of farcical sexual situations as a result of her desire to help others. The men in her life, regardless of age or relationship, wish only to possess her."

17 - Southern-Belle

Clearly the saying southern belle. A girl born form the south, typically with certain attributes. The saying came from the idea that “... a girl who was expected to grow up into a lady. She was supposed to be fragile and flirtatious while also sexually innocent. She was beautiful but risky to touch, like porcelain.”

https://historyengine.richmond.edu/episodes/view/2259#:~:text=Course%3A,risky to touch%2C like porcelain

20 - Rabbit

I couldn’t find anything that looks the same, but I assume it has to do with Alice and Wonderland. Concerning dates, the book was published in the 1800s, while the arguably most famous iteration (the animated movie) came out in the 50s.

However, this can relate to the potential theme of magic and deception and girl/womanhood. But I’m also inclined to think the rabbit might have nothing to do with Wonderland and might be something else all together.

21 - K-Mart

Wiki comes in handy here. As described, “Satisfaction Always icon seen on Kmart branded packaging until the mid-to-late 70s, adapted from a hanging sign displayed in every early Kmart store.” So 70’s themed.

https://logos.fandom.com/wiki/Kmart_(United_States)/Other?file=Kmart_-_1960s_(Satisfaction).svg.

22 - Eye, Eye, Eye, and Eye

The eyes. Girl IDK, they’re eyes. They kind of remind me of the biblically accurate angels and the eyes they have. Although, I doubt that's what they're meant to be.

24 - Cigarette

People seem to think this relates more to Badlands, and I’m inclined to agree.

Themes:

Here are overall themes that seem to be present within the collection.

- Travelling

- Magic

- 60s-70s

- Eyes

- Books

- A Feminist Lens

- Past albums

A Tangent on Web Dev:

I just kinda wanted to point out the cool coding stuff they've done. When the patches are still in the plastic bag, they're always randomized in which order they're in (you have to refresh to notice this). They also disperse in a randomized order. I thought maybe the way they disperse could be a trail of sorts, like a map. But it seems totally random. I still find it cool how they've done that, every time in a different location, as if you open the package they come out uniquely for each person.

Oh and about the 25 patch, it seems the first patch in your packet appears twice when you open it. Idk if the number 25 matters or if this was done by accident. But the 25th patch is a duplicate, and never one in particular, just which ever is the first in your shuffle.

The End

For now.

#halsey #H5 #for my last trick #music

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emophil81 · 4 months

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„An evening home alone“ - a triple amputee story (fiction)

It was the first time for me after being out of the rehabilitation clinic that I was all alone on my own spending a whole evening at home. I lost my arms and my left leg in a severe car accident half a year ago and I spend the last months in the hospital and in rehabilitation clinics with a hard physical therapy training Programme. But with just 21 years old I became severely physically disabled, unable to work in my old job anymore (I was trying to train for another job that I would be able to do without my arms and my leg) and I still needed careworkers for me who helped me a bit during the day. In the last weeks they also stayed on during the nights, but today would be really the first time, that there would be no one else with me. A bit scary when you are nearly completely helpless but I also was thrilled that I finally was considered as being independent again in a way.

I couldn’t wear any prosthetics because I lost my arms at my shoulders and my left leg at the hip so there were no stumps left to use for any prosthetics. I used my right foot and also my mouth to do things I formerly did with my hands and in fact I quickly began to love to hop around on my one leg to go places, it was a fun way to get around, at least at home and for shorter distances. It was of course a hard process to train my foot and toes but I was a quick learner. I was dressed in nothing but shiny red basketball shorts, I could put the shorts of and on on my own with a mouthstick. I was planning to chill out this evening and then I would order some pizza perhaps. Just a chill evening like before my amputation.

When my careworker left and closed my apartment door behind him, I stood in the hallway of my flat balancing on my right leg and for the first time since the amputation of my limbs I was on my own, totally armless and one legged and no one else there to help me with anything. It felt strange to be on my own like this in my own apartment, but also good and safe in a way. I smiled to myself and I started to hop back to the living room. I took small hops as I had learned during my rehabilitation process, to avoid exhaustion and falling down. I sat carefully down on my couch, took the remote control from the coffee table in my right foot and switched on the smart TV.

I was thinking about what to do at first. Then an idea formed in my mind. Since my accident I haven’t had a decent jerk off session with some nice gay porn movies. So I switched to the voice recognition system on the smart TV and searched the Internet for my favorite gay porn sites by letting the smart tv search for them via voice command. Before my accident and now, I was totally into feet and socks. I found some nice gay videos that I did not know yet with guys jerking off wearing white socks and started to watch them.

I started to get hard and out of a reflex I wanted to grab my dick with my hands as usual, but apart from the twitching of my shoulder stumps nothing happened. I could not rub my crotch like I wanted and that was hot and frustrating at the same time. The bulge in my shorts grew from minute to minute. I spread my remaining right leg apart, to give my erection more space to grow. Watching gay porn without the ability to touch myself was a bit like torture to be honest, but a sweet torture in a way. I knew that at some point I needed to go to the bathroom, because that was the only room where I could finish myself off. I had asked my careworkers if they would install a fleshlight with a strong suction cup on my shower wall and they agreed, because they knew that at some point I would need a masturbator. Little did they know, that it would be so early as today, but I really didn’t give a shit. I was just horny as hell from watching all the gay porn movies and I couldn’t touch myself anymore.

When I was so hard, that precum started to leak out my dick and was beginning to stain my shorts, I had enough. I needed to get myself off, quick. My throbbing penis was just short of exploding. The tent in my shorts was huge. I stood up on my one leg and started to hop in my bathroom. On the small cupboard right next to the bathroom door lay a special mouthstick with a blue rubberized plastic hook on its end. On the other end was a soft mouthpiece specially molded to fit my teeth comfortably. I used the stick to take clothes off or put them back on, I learned how to use them during my physical rehabilitation.

I carefully hold my balance while I took the mouthstick securely between my teeth. Than I started to put the hook under my waistband. With careful movements of my head while holding my balance on my right leg, I took my shorts off. It was a bit difficult to get the waistband over my hard dick but in the end I managed it and my dick sprang up towards my belly leaking quite some amount of precum. My caretakers never put on briefs under my trousers, so that they and I have easy access to my privates if I need to use the toilet. When the shorts lay around my foot, I positioned myself so that with one small hop I was able to step out of it. My dick bobbed up and down while I hopped around and a small bead of precum made its way down to the hard tiled shower floor.

I still had to think about all the hot guys wearing white socks in the porn video that I watched last. Which didn’t help to bring down my erection at all. I still had my mouthstick and I leaned down my head and carefully used the hook shaped end to manipulate my dick. I was leaning with my back against the wall for better balance on my foot. It was nothing like touching it with my hand, the feeling was missing of course completely, but I could feel the rubberized hook end on my glans and the precum started to flow a bit more. That was all I needed, because I didn’t want to enter the fleshlight without any lubrication. The precum would help a bit to make my dick more slippery I thought.

When I thought that there was enough precum covering the tip of my dick I carefully put the mouthstick back on its place on the cupboard. Then I hopped into my shower and positioned myself before the fleshlight. I had a silicone sleeve in it that looked like a small butthole with a nice texture on the inside to stimulate my penis. I carefully pushed my hips forward in front of the fleshlight to insert my hard dick. I was thinking of all the sweet buttholes that I saw earlier on those guys in the video and their socked feet. The feeling of the fleshlight encasing my throbbing cock completely was so nice. I felt how much I needed that right there and then. I moaned and started to buck my hips to get more friction on it. Slowly at first but then faster. I threw my head in the back and bit my lip. Yeah I still could get off myself. I thought that I wasn’t helpless at all when it came to sex.

My bucking became a bit more wilder and I felt that I was nearly there. Although no one was there to hear me, the fact that I couldn’t use my arms or curl the toes of my left foot to release some of the sexual tension by grabbing something or digging my toes in it, made me just scream out my lust.

„Oh yeah! Fuck I am nearly there! Oh yes….ahhhhh….I am about to….Ah…..I am cuuuummminnng!“ I screamed at my shower wall! If anyone had walked in on me right then, he must have thought how pathetic I looked. Standing before the fleshlight on my one good leg, slightly bend at the knee, my hips bucking forward and my penis buried deep inside the fleshlight. I was screaming my head off while I was washed over by a huge orgasm and jizzed my whole load inside my fleshlight. My residual muscles of my arms and my left leg were twitching like crazy while I unloaded my cum inside the fleshlight. For a short moment I leaned my forehead against the cool shower tiles at the wall, I needed a few seconds to calm down after my orgasm and panted heavily.

I needed that so bad and it felt so good without arms and a leg to still be able to give myself the pleasure I needed to cum. When I calmed down a bit I pulled my half hard and softening dick out of the fleshlight. A string of my cum was forming between the fleshlight and the tip of my dick when I pulled it out. I hopped over to my basketball short, that was still laying on the floor where I left it. I carefully stepped into the right trouser leg again and took the mouthstick from the cupboard again. It took a bit more effort to put my shiny red shorts back on but because of my training I managed to do it just fine with my mouthstick.

I was satisfied with myself and hopped back to the living room. I put a TV series on Netflix on and lay back on the couch. After a couple of minutes I got hungry. I called in at my local pizza delivery service and ordered a big salami Pizza. It came in handy, that you could order and pay up front via app. I placed my order by typing with my right foot on my iPhone. It would need a couple of minutes for the pizza to be delivered to my apartment. So I continued to watch TV. Then the doorbell rang and it knocked on my apartment door, and a muffled voice said „Pizza for you!“ So the delivery guy was already upstairs I thought. „Just a second!“ I yelled back and stood up on my foot and hopped to the frontdoor of my apartment. I pushed the freshly installed button beside the door with my right shoulder to unlock and open it automatically.

„Hi Pizza service, you ordered the….oh wow, Tommy, is that…is that you?“ I stood balancing on my right leg with two small hops in the door. The pizza guy looked very familiar to me, yes, now I remembered. It was Andy, a guy from my Highschool he was some of the more athletic guys but he also was very shy. I sat beside him in some classes. I always suspected that he might be gay but he never came out during our time in highschool. He looked me all over. „Hi Andy, yeah, it’s me Tommy. Well long time no see I would say.“ „Gosh, Tommy…I mean what…?“ I smiled at him „You mean what happened. It’s a bit of a long story. You wanna come in perhaps? I can stand for a longer period of time but it’s not so comfortable for me. You can bring the pizza too.“ Andy waited till I turned around with there small hops on the spot and I started to hop down the hallway to the living room. I heard him coming in.

„Ahm Tommy, you want me to put my shoes off man?“ he asked me. „Oh that would be nice man.“ I was smiling on the inside, I was also hugely into socks and feet. I always loved when he played with his shoes and socked feet under the school desk beside me. „You can come here to the big table in the living room and bring the pizza Andy.“ I was hopping to one of the chairs and sat down. I was watching how Andy entered my living room quite shyly. I smiled. „Do you have time or do you need to do another delivery Andy?“ He hesitated and put the pizza carton on the table. „I…I am finished with my shift after your delivery here in fact. So I have time.“ he said. „That’s nice, would you be so kind and open the pizza box for me? Oh and if you want, there is canned soda in the fridge in the kitchen, just grab yourself one and bring me one too please.“

Andy opened the box for me and fetched us two sodas from the fridge. I used my foot to grab a piece of the pepperoni pizza. I love pepperoni pizza. When Andy came back with the two cans of soda I was just finishing eating the first piece of pizza. Andy smiled. „Well at least your appetite hasn’t changed since highschool Tommy. It’s quite awesome how you manage to eat with your foot, I was wondering how you would do that actually when I saw you standing in the door earlier.“ I sucked my toes clean of any tomato sauce. „Well for me my foot is now kind of my hand. Ask me already Andy.“ „Ask you?“ „You know: oh my gosh Tommy, what happened with you, why have you lost your arms and your leg.“ I was trying to break the ice and it seemed to work, Andy was smirking. „Ok: oh my gosh Tommy, what happened with you, why have you lost your arms and your leg.“

Now I was laughing. „Ok, so it is actually a quite short story to be honest. I was involved in a car accident half a year ago. My car was wrecked by a drunk driver and I was trapped inside. They had to amputate my left arm and my left leg on the scene to get me out. My right arm had to be amputated in the hospital. And because they had to amputate them pretty high, I can’t use prosthetics. So I had to learn to do as much as possible with my right foot. But I also have some daytime careworkers who help me. Tonight is my first evening that I am alone on my own without one of my careworkers on standby.“ And looked at me very compassionate „Oh Tommy, I am so sorry that you had to go through all that.“ „Don’t be I am ok. So what about you Andy, you at college now?“ „Yes I work parttime as a pizza guy to top up my sports scholarship.“ „Any nice girlfriend waiting for you at home Andy?“

Andy was looking at me and bit his lip. „To be honest Tommy, I recently discovered that I am gay.“ he said coyly. „Oh that’s cool Andy, you know that I am gay too right?“ „Yeah I know, you were already out when we were still in highschool. I always admired how brave you were back then. I found that really cool!“ Andy looked down at his feet. I followed his gaze and it was so hot how he played with his socked feet while he admitted that to me. I reached out with my foot and touched his hand with it. „Oh that is so nice, thanks Andy I really had no idea that you admired me. But I am glad you told me because I found you really hot in highschool and even hotter now, that you are in college!“ I smiled at him and he smiled back. „Oh wow, really? You had a crush on me Tommy?“ „Yes a quite big one actually.“

I was really trying my luck but I thought better now than never. „Andy, I haven’t had real sex since my accident and you have every right to refuse but, would you like to make out with me? I mean I am not your normal guy anymore but I am still a horny gay dude at the end of the day.“ „Oh Tommy, I would love to make out with you so, so much.“ „Come on, we go to my bedroom.“ I stood up from my chair and took the lead by hopping to my bedroom. Andy followed me.

Andy undresses while I stretch out on my bed. Then he carefully pulls off my shorts and throws them with his things.

With cocks already fully erect, making out is heaven. Our naked, sweat-slightly damp bodies nestle against one another and I feel Andy's cock rubbing against mine. We are practically a squirming creature of lust, melted together at mouth, loins, and our intertwined legs. He gently touches my stumps and plays with my amputation scars.

It is wonderful. But then Andy suddenly breaks up with me and looks at me first.

"I want you so bad, but..."

"I'm yours," I whisper, kissing him to confirm it. "You can do everything with me."

"What I want to do with you might hurt. And I don't want to hurt you, Tommy."

"You want to fuck me, don't you? Break in my boy ass?” I ask cautiously, although I already know the answer. Andy nods. My heart starts pounding.

"Well, I'd like to give it to you. I know you're not hurting me any more than necessary."

Andy kisses me again, very intensely and long, then he rolls me onto my stomach. He kisses my fucky buttocks. Wet kisses with tongue. Then he spreads the tense hemispheres and starts to lick my anus. That's incredible!

It doesn't take long for me to squirm in ecstasy on the bed. I would love to bury my arms in the mattress right now, but the muscles on my stumps just twitched uncontrollably. Now the tip of his tongue penetrated my tight hole. This is different from the dildo I used once in my distress, also different from fingering in the shower before my amputation. This is softer, wetter and significantly more taboo. Oh damn how hot the real fuck is gonna be I thought.

After minutes of exquisite stretching and soft tongue sucking, his finger slips inside me again, followed by a second and third. My sphincter rebels a little, but then adapts to the intruders. The slight pain is bearable. I'm getting brave maybe too brave.

"I'm ready Andy," I gasp. "I want you now! I want your cock in my hole! The first after my accident, please Andy!”

Andy growls hungrily and pushes himself onto me. He takes the jar of Vaseline from my bedside table and I feel excited as he lubricates my hole. Then he takes a break. I know he's making himself slippery now too. I wish now that he would ask me for help with this, but he doesn't, I couldn't help him even if I wanted to. Maybe next time with my foot, there's always a next time.

He puts the swollen glans against my tight hole and presses a little. Although I think I'm relaxed, easygoing and confident, the tight ring isn't prepared for those dimensions. When he finally penetrates me, the pain is unbearable. It feels like I'm being torn open. And so begins my first fuck after the amputation.

Andy doesn't penetrate me any deeper than what feels like a whole meter of his glowing lance is stuck in me. Really it's probably only a few centimetres.

"Can you stand it? Should I stop?” he asked me in a worried voice.

I shake my head vigorously. I want this and I want him. I just have to get used to the size of my first gay lover after the accident. I love him he is so patient and waits for me to calm down and get used to him. Andy is such a devoted and considerate lover.

The cutting pain finally subsides. I begin to feel the fullness of his penis inside me. I like that feeling. I turn my head to him and nod.

"I...I think you can now...I want more." He carefully slides more of his cock up my ass. The pain returns, but not as intense. And it's going faster and faster.

Feeling Andy inside me is almost indescribable. It feels ten times bulkier than it really is, but it creates a feeling of fullness I didn't even know I was going to miss. When he's inside me, ball-deep, I feel his pubic hair against my amputation scar and his balls rest against my right thigh. Then his glans touched my prostate. Oh man, that was so awesome!

Andy begins a slow, rhythmic thrusting. After a short time I start to meet him with my ass. When he moves out of me, I move forward until only the tip of his cock is inside me. Then, as he moves forward again, I greedily push my ass back until I'm completely impaled on him again. It's wonderful to give myself to him like that and to be able to help give him more joy even without arms and legs.

Andy fucks me slowly. I tilt my head to one side and see our joined bodies in the dressing table's large mirror. It's incredible. I see a beautiful demigod fucking a severely crippled guy in the ass. I will never forget the image of my first lover in me after the accident.

Andy's thrusts get faster. I try to keep up with him. He reaches around me and holds my penis, which has become rock hard again, in his hand. He pumps me in sync with his fuck thrusts. "Oh God! You have such a tight ass, Tommy! I could bang you non-stop. You are so wonderfully fuckable. So close. so warm So beautiful!"

His words underscore his actions. Now he has me so far that I'm on the verge of an orgasm again. Andy feels this and he fucks me faster. It hits my lust gland and sends rockets of pleasure through me. I feel my ass tighten around his spear, milking. This feeling of sensual friction is the climax. I want it forever.

"Fuck! Tommy I am cummmmiiiing!!!“ Andy yells.

I swear I still feel that hot ejaculation in my ass today. Glowing, his love sauce covers my insides. More, final thrusts hit my prostate, ejaculating. I give myself to them and fire my sperm abundantly into the sheet below us.

I'm sinking down Andy sinks with me and lies on top of me like a wonderfully warm, living blanket. He kisses my neck and ears and amputation scars as we both bask in the postorgasmic afterglow.

Then Andy rolls onto his side. His limp cock slides out of me. I feel a loss as he leaves my body, but as I look into Andy's bright eyes I know I will feel it again and again.

I turn sideways and we're chest to chest. My foot absently caresses his shin. I patiently wait for his eyes to open again. Finally he looks at me again. He recognizes my big smile and smiles back. We are both silent for a few seconds. "Who needs to sleep on the wet patch tonight?" I then whisper. Andy grabs me and kisses me deeply.

"I don't give a fuck. I want you to fuck me now."

"Okay, but you have to give me some time to come around Andy. That was incredibly awesome, but I'm really pumped now,” I gasp.

"Will that help?" Andy asks, pulling me in for a long, loving French kiss.

Of course, this breathes new life into my pipe. Soon my renewed erection nestles in Andy's warm, wet and tight crack. What can you expect from two horny boys? The night was still young, just like us.

I'm still in bed and Andy is sitting on the edge of the bed. The sight of his naked body excites my senses. Now I want to fulfill his desire to be fucked with all my senses. I straighten up. I snuggle up behind him with my head in the crook of his neck. I would love to hug him, but that would never work again. I lie back and move aside with some effort to make room for him. Andy lies down next to me. I blow a kiss on his neck and together we bathe in the wonderful feeling of skin on skin.

Andy's hand finds my thigh and hesitantly slides up it. He expects a reaction. Smiling inwardly, I let my lover go, but roll over slightly on the bed for easier access. The hand gently strokes my groin and then scratches my pubic hair. The pleasurable sensations pump even more blood into my member, making it so tense it almost hurts.

Andy sighs softly as I stroke his chest with my foot, circling around his nipples, then slide down the pit of his chest to gently massage the mound beneath his island of pubic hair. He finally finds my cock, grabs my shaft, plays with the foreskin and feels the wetness of a first drop.

I let go of him, lie back on the bed, close my eyes and once again let him take the initiative. It doesn't take long for me to feel his hands again. Then Andy comes over me, lays on top of me and covers my face with kisses. Two lips on mine, a tongue sneaks into my mouth and goes exploring. I taste the aroma of his saliva. Unexpectedly, his lips are on my joy-giver. The feeling of how his tongue plays around my sack and licks the pre-drop from my glans is wonderfully cool. His teeth gently nibble on the sensitive flesh and awaken my horniness. It's enough now. Now I dominate.

I jump up, throw him on the bed with a chest bump. Andy is visibly surprised by my initiative. He doesn't resist but smiles, I kneel on my one leg over him. Andy resigns himself to his sweet fate. He opens his mouth and I slide my cock in, promptly making him gag. He soon gets used to it. He begins to lick my cock greedily, bringing my inner cauldron up to high speed. He supports me and holds my hips. His body begins to twitch slightly in pleasure, his tongue speeding up, sucking harder.

In a flash I realize I don't want to cum in his mouth. I want to drive my bursting pipe into his body, fuck his hole softly with my cock and push into him uncontrollably. That's what he asked me to do. I promptly pull my cock out of his mouth. "Turn around Andy!" I say and Andy immediately understands what I want. He turns under me and I bury my face in his warm ass crack. My tongue rotates in his throbbing hole and blows all the fuses on my fuck victim. Andy is just a twitching, moaning bundle beneath me. His ass rises towards me. My tongue penetrates deep into his throbbing shaft. I'm so glad I can give him so much pleasure as an amputee.

"Now it's my turn to fuck you, Andy, I'm going to fuck you thoroughly!"

No Answer. A penetrating 'Yes, immediately!' from my feverish brain cannot be accepted. I sit down on the bed. Tenderly, I run my foot through his notch, slide my toes around his still slippery ring, moisten it more intensively with saliva and so lubricated lightly take the pulsating threshold. I widen the narrow canal, let my toes circle. Andy is now alive again. He sags onto his shoulders and stretches out his buttocks even more steeply towards me. His chest is breathing heavily, I can hear his breathing almost whistling, the muscles in his thighs twitched slightly.

"Vaseline!" I say to him. Andy understands and gets my cock ready with Vaseline. I put my cock against the sphincter before it can contract again. I'm proud of myself to be able to do it so skillfully. Andy holds his breath for a moment, feels my invading glans and seems to feel pain.

His hips rotate. He whimpers and kicks his ass cheeks up. Something in him finally seems to give way, because my pipe continues to penetrate through his movements. I quick-wittedly keep pushing against his pelvis, simultaneously pushing my bolt forward and, to my surprise, driving it all the way in

Andy no longer resists. He's sweating and panting. I can feel him relaxing, now letting himself be done with anything. I start thrusting very lightly, turning his pain into pleasure, his whimpering into lustful moans. The soft skins of his canal lay suckingly around my pipe. My thrusts are now bottomless, more penetrating and more regular. Andy meets my movements.

Andy's shaft is no longer narrow. All barriers seem to have been overcome. I'm proud of myself for making it. His whole body trembles with desire. I plow through it with all vigor and drive my stake into it with all vehemence. Now I get into a horny euphoria. My cock pulsates almost painfully and hard as steel, which I pull out of him almost to its full length, then ruthlessly sink back in with a thrust, whereby my balls audibly smack against his thighs. I would now like to have my arms to jerk him off as well, but my stumps just twitch uncontrollably.

Andy can hardly breathe, lets out stifled screams, grabs my nuts and tries to squeeze the juice out of them. The pain barely penetrates my brain, but gets me even more revved up. Sweat builds up on my chest, dripping down drop by drop and letting my pubic hair cling lightly to Andy's ass cheeks.

A feeling crawls from my stomach to my balls and seems ready to burst them. It reaches my prostate and makes the muscles there twitch. I know I can't hold it back anymore I need to get my cum inside my boyfriend. With my last strength a few penetrating ramming blows, then the hot wave floods through my penis from my shaft up to my glans.

The first, full jet hits softly fucked intestinal walls and seems to be absorbed as if by a dry sponge. More loads fill Andy's fuck canal and bathe my cock in slippery, warm sauce. Andy feels my sperm and gets even closer to the climax. My cock softens inside him as he jerks off his cock, I feel the convulsions inside him and hear his gurgling cry, "Arrrrghhhh!"

Finally Andy squirts. Warm, whitish, fragrant, I slide my foot into the puddle of his creamy juice. First slick, then sticky on Andy's chest, where I rub it with my only foot.

We are now so exhausted that we fall asleep Andy hugging me and both smeared with semen.

I smiled, even as an amputee I was still capable of giving so much pleasure - it was just wonderful! Just wonderful I thought!

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