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u used to be able to put a dvd in your computer. and then u could watch it

i know about external disc drives. i want it built into my computer. i want to be able to put a dvd directly into my computer and watch it

assiraphales

“tik tok is brainrot I’m glad it’s getting deleted” YOU are ignoring an early warning sign of fascism bc silly dances and asmr annoys u. tik tok ban is a part of a MUCH bigger bill that indicates any foreign app, if deemed a threat, can be banned if the owner does not sell it. aka the government is mad bc they cannot censor & their capitalist puppet masters are mad they aren’t making money from it. and if ur ok w that……hm

demilypyro

Ok wait let her speak

noahkirschtein

ryderdire

Really interesting thing I glimpsed on rednote today

I think We- we’re developing international class consciousness

I know no one is listening and I’m kinda just screaming into a void, but I just need to get this off my chest.

When I was a child, I remember watching the tv at my grandparents house on election night and seeing Obama overtake McCain and win the presidency. I remember my parents being proud for having voted for something good and standing up for citizens and not just rich people. I felt so lucky to have parents who knew what mattered and who had helped vote in someone making history.

Over the years I grew wary of any president- you don’t get to that position as a good person and you don’t always make good and kindhearted decisions. That’s just the way the world works. But I also had to see my parents consume around-the-clock Fox News, misleading Facebook posts and more. I saw them lose their parents and siblings and deal with a lot of heartbreak. Back then things weren’t as bad, but by 2016 they were openly saying they’d be voting for the person who “would fix the country and drain the swamp”. I thought it’d be okay, that he so obviously wouldn’t win compared to someone who had a background in politics and qualifications.

And then he won. At the time I was with my then girlfriend in our freshman year of college. We cried as other students blasted USA themed songs and waved flags around campus wearing maga hats. She stopped holding my hand January 2017 and said she was afraid we would be victims of hate crimes. I was too. A couple months followed where I was cheated on, emotionally destroyed, isolated from my friends and sisters, physically hurt, controlled to a finite degree and then by summer I was broken up with and had to start at 0.

During this time I witnessed my parents change. Conversations started happening about getting “illegals” out of the country and how “those black people are always so violent with police”. I saw my father start backing laws that would limit women’s right to choose and make frankly disturbing jokes that some people might call “locker room talk”. I saw my sisters see the same things and move out and away, but I couldn’t afford to. I saw more and more hate and distrust by the day.

When Biden won, it felt like a reset. Don’t get me wrong, I do not like or trust him, but it felt like I could breathe for the first time since 2016. I saw people celebrating and being more kind. All the while I saw my parents and extended family members fall deeper into the political void of propaganda. I started to try to correct them and was often met with screaming and being made fun of. My aunt and sisters were there with me on holidays and tried to help, but there was just a wall of resistance. Still I thought it would get better. I thought that since he was being convicted and so many horrible things had come out and we had someone so competent running for office that he would never be in office again. That it would end.

And then he won again.

I’m still fighting. I try to tell them that it’s my rights as an LGBTQ woman on the line. That it’s the rights of everyone on the line. That a good religious person would never have the beliefs they do. It doesn’t work. I can’t afford to move out even if I needed to. I hear comments about women’s health and being “baby murderers”. I hear extremely racist and sexist things only to be told that it isn’t what I’m hearing. I hear that the millionaires and billionaires have worked hard for what they have and they deserve to live the way they do while we can barely afford to keep the house. I hear that I don’t understand, that I’m too young, that I don’t know anything about the world.

Today they were having a conversation about Trump again. They were talking about my aunt calling worried about the future; how she doesn’t get the “asshole” is about to leave office and the “bitch” won’t ever be president. They said she should be glad and dad doesn’t want to listen to his sister “whine about politics for four years” as if she and I and my sisters aren’t genuinely fearful for what’s to come. I told them I didn’t want to hear it and that I won’t want to for years. In response I got yelled at, told that I’m annoying and that I need to be shut up, and told that they can’t listen to me “this one” anymore.

I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to get them back to what I remember as a child. I’m tired of feeling like an outsider in my own home. I’m tired of being scared and depressed. I’m just tired of it all and I kinda want to run away, change my name and never talk to anyone I know ever again. Not that I will, but maybe it’d be nice.

#politics #venting #parents #i’m so tired #human rights #i want to run away

flowerytale

Susan Sontag, from “The Dummy”, featured in I, Etcetera: Stories

tedwheeler

you can try to recreate stobin all u want but you will never top what these bitches have

eleanorgrootch

Catching up on small moments

rebelspykatie

Steve’s never had anyone show any genuine interest in the things he likes. Robin rolls her eyes when he brings up sports or silly movies that don’t have a bigger plot or character work. Even though she played soccer, she doesn’t care about it in the same way that Steve cares about basketball or football.

The kids make fun of everything from his taste in music to his choice in snacks for movie nights. Mike calls him a little housewife for baking one time and he never shows up with cookies again. They’re never intentionally mean spirited, or at least he doesn’t think so. He knows he can give as good as he gets when it comes to catty, sarcastic comments, but he tries to steer clear of personal attacks on someone’s identity these days. He learned that lesson with Jonathan.

But even before the party came along, it was like that. His parents never stuck around long enough to find out what he was up to, never attending a game or meet, and certainly in the dark about what he might be up to outside of school. Tommy only ever cared about himself and Carol, only following Steve around for clout, popularity by association. If he asked him right now, he’d bet a lot of money that Tommy doesn’t even remember his favorite food or the movie he used to watch when he was sick. There was a point where he thought he could share things with him. Until he realized mid ramble about sports cars that Tommy wasn’t even listening to him. He was staring at Carol and nodding along with a vacant expression.

So he stopped sharing. Stopped caring if people knew anything about him because they never asked. People always made assumptions about him anyway. The girls he slept with only wanted one thing. The kids were happy to let him chauffeur them around with no questions asked. Robin was the only one he let in, the only one that cared about digging deeper. But, and she never said in so many words, he could tell that she thought his interests were mundane, and clearly not something that sparked any enthusiasm from her. She couldn’t even keep up with the girls he slept with, giving him the same bored stare as Tommy.

Even now, after a few years, Steve’s reminded that they never would have become friends if not for trauma and the secret inner workings of the Russian’s within Hawkins. He’s lucky to have her, but he doesn’t think she ever would’ve chosen this, chosen him. And that’s fine. He’s used to not being chosen. His parents didn’t choose him when they started leaving him alone at age 12. Tommy and Carol chose each other and the reign of a new king when Steve fell from his throne. Nancy chose Jonathan.

He doesn’t think he has a lot to offer.

Well, at least until Eddie comes along. He’s taken by surprise when Eddie asks after the song that’s playing in his car. He’d assumed Eddie only liked metal music, and yeah he pokes fun at the genre of music Steve seems to stick to, begging him to give metal a shot, but he doesn’t say a word about how lame it is. When they’re having a movie night, Eddie notices that Steve gravitates towards coke and brings him one without Steve asking.

After Eddie sees his bedroom, Steve gets a pack of hot wheels for Christmas. Eddie jokes that he should give one to each of the kids as their new ride, since they seem to be ungrateful little twerps. Steve places them right under his posters on his dresser and Eddie grins at them every time he comes over. They lay in bed and pretend to drive them on the ceiling like they’re kids again. It shakes something loose in Steve’s chest.

Eddie hates sports, but he invites Steve over on Mondays, when Wayne is perched in his chair for football. He quietly works on his campaigns while Steve and Wayne watch the games. Eddie somehow worms his way into Steve’s heart, digging deeper and deeper with each new thing, like he wants to know more. Steve’s history is a minefield, but Eddie expertly navigates through it, leaving who they were behind, building something new together. Steve’s already halfway in love with him before he even realizes that Eddie is something that he likes.

He expects to freak out a bit more, but who is going to stop him? Who is going to care if he wants to be with this boy? He’s spent so long ignoring parts of himself for others that he wants to cherish this fragile thing, to cradle it in his hands, make sure no one can ruin it for him. When he kisses Eddie, it feels like coming home, like he’s finally found that place he’s been searching for his whole life. It’s a kind of devotion that Steve’s not used to, born of love and not obsession or jealousy or anger.

He’s not sure he deserves it, but he’ll do everything in his power to keep it.

charlesoberonn

Which path should he choose?

The path of the warrior, the path of the scholar, or the path of the artist?

moonimbued

he should wander away and have a picnic while he thinks about what path to choose

charlesoberonn

Great idea! But where should he have the picnic?

Under the tree, or under the old fort?

acatdisguisedasahuman

By the sea, so he can enjoy the sound of the waves

charlesoberonn

A lovely choice!

Should he build a sandcastle to pass the time? Or perhaps go fishing?

cynicallyaestetic

Perhaps he could collect shells he finds interesting

charlesoberonn

Sounds fun!

Which shell should he pick up?

anjing-jam

This one

charlesoberonn

That's not a shell, it's a tiny earpiece.

Should he listen to music? Or to the mysterious pre-recorded message?

sar-kalu

He should give it back to the crab in the largest shell, they thought they had lost their wave-pod and are grateful he found it!

charlesoberonn

The crab wants to give a gift in return.

Should he accept the gift of power, or the gift of knowledge?

sunw00d

the gift of friendship :)

charlesoberonn

Friendship acquired!

Should they celebrate with pizza or ice cream?

valentineish

The crab friend cannot eat either of those! Let's split a nice seaweed salad instead. :)

charlesoberonn

So many options!

Should they get tossed salad, wiggly salad, or spiky salad?

frescopino

Seasar salad

charlesoberonn

Nothing beats getting it straight from the source

Should they use scissors or claws to cut the seaweed?

somethingmissingthiswaycomes

What about that sword in the first panel?

charlesoberonn

The circle is complete.

Through choices, friendship, and salad, he found his way to the path of the warrior. But he won't walk it alone.

Their path is just beginning, but this story is over.

Thank you to everyone who participated!

xx-ambeyfire-xx

The fact that not a single presented option was chosen is the best part of this

yeehawpim

a comic about fix-it fanfics

acrewofmonsters

Yeeeees We might be needing some fix-it fanfics to read now, ao3 don't let us down!

sangpires

sundelion

ageofimprisonmentcountup

She deserved more time in the game. I want more of Sonia.

sienvega

- 100 year ago, somewhere a dark corner in Hyrule castle

link-eats-rocks

Your beautiful artwork inspired me to write a quick fic. I hope you don't mind.💕

Zelda heard whispers in every corridor. It was late, and the only light in this long hallway of Hyrule Castle came from moonlight dripping through stained glass windows onto the marble floors.

There was no reason to be paranoid. Zelda knew every inch of her enormous home by heart, and the only guard stationed in her wing of the castle currently, was the guard she sought.

Still, she shuddered to think of the consequences if she and her sworn knight ever got caught.

To be robbed of the beautiful nights that she would hold as her most treasured memories, just before The Calamity struck, seemed too cruel a fate to bear.

A gloved hand grasped her arm and pulled her into the darkness. Before she could even gasp, her back was against someone and another hand covered her mouth.

At the mere scent of his clothing, Zelda's eyes fluttered shut and she let her weight fall against Link.

His warm breath ruffled in her hair as he curled his arm around her torso. "Sorry to startle you, Princess."

Zelda exhaled a laugh as she turned around to face him, finally catching a glimpse of his warm gaze, glimmering at her even through the darkness.

She cupped his baby-face, drinking in every detail of the soft expression resting on her protector, who was so stoic in the daylight hours. "No, you're not. Sometimes, I think you enjoy our sneaking around just a bit too much."

He leaned forward to take a kiss but she pressed a finger to his lips.

"Where are you stationed tonight?" she murmured.

Link had looked to be in a daze moments ago. Now his eyes sharpened and he took her shoulders in his hands. "The Princesses' personal quarters."

Zelda lowered her eyes, a small smile staying on her lips. She straightened Link's collar and lapels. "All alone?"

"Mm."

"With me?" Her gaze slowly returned to his big blue eyes.

"Yes, Princess," he whispered, that look on his face like he was in awe of her.

They stared into each other's eyes for a few long moments before Link wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed her against him.

Zelda closed her eyes and hummed with pleasure as his other arm tightened around her shoulders, and he dipped her sideways just enough to reverse the height-difference. He leaned down as she let her head fall limply against the crook of his arm.

"My love," she said airily just before Link plunged them into a kiss, invading all of her senses and robbing her of breath.

Even as the taste of his sweet, full lips against hers threatened to overwhelm her, she knew it would be a matter of seconds before they were running hand-in-hand to "The Princesses' personal quarters". In fact, that thought made the embrace all the more electrifying.

Nights like these preserved her alive.

Zelda felt time running out and calamity approaching through every second of every day.

But somehow, time and all of the great evils hurtling towards them seemed to halt whenever they embraced. When The Hope of Hyrule and The Heir to Nothing stripped of those titles, so that Link and Zelda were the ones wrapped together, it was as though a warm glowing light of protection surrounded them both, born only from the purest love.