need you to know i cant listen to gigolo without expecting your verse in it now lmfao im like wheres courtney?????
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need you to know i cant listen to gigolo without expecting your verse in it now lmfao im like wheres courtney?????
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hey, random question! what platform/method do you use to keep your robust digital media when ripping CDs? i havent done it since i was a kid with itunes (when itunes let you upload your own stuff....) and wanted to start again
Platform...they are files?
Like, mp3s; I keep them in my hard drive and thumb drives and so forth. My 'music' folder has subfolders, mostly by artist, which have subfolders per album. I just. Have the files. In my computer. Very basic method.
I organize and play them through VLC mostly. Or, on devices that still have it, I have kept using Windows Media Player, because I'm comfortable with the UI and why not, but they're actively phasing it out so I can't recommend adopting it lmao. And ofc if you're in the apple ecosystem it's not remotely an option.
I don't know that much about macintosh tbh but afaik they do let you have a file directory where you put your files that you own, which is definitely what I consider to be the most sensible baseline, if you have a device with enough memory. And memory has gotten pretty cheap.
I don't know of any cloud client service that's actively catered to letting you upload stuff you own and then stream those files on any device you please without having to jump through extra hoops, and suspect it might not be a thing at this point because there is no profit in that and it's not free to provide. They really want you to have to pay money to access content that you don't own. Sorry.
I bet you could figure out a way to keep a reasonably large music library in the amount of free storage google gives you with an account, and then play from there, but I don't think it would be very seamless. Maybe even less so on iphone.
But if your phone of whatever type has or can be modified to have sufficient storage space, you really can just. Keep your music in it. And then play it. VLC is open source and very good, and they have it for apple; I definitely recommend it.
But you don't like, keep files in it, it's just a player and sorter. So it doesn't feel like it answers the question you asked exactly, sorry.
okay i loved the question so much, i NEED to know for aurora and jay. if they were a companion, what kind of voice lines would they have upon selection? what little barks? what would their stealth lines sound like 😳 is it seductive whisper or Normal......id love your thoughts
Slides in 8 months late with a mug of ale (THANK U <3)
Jay:
Selected: - At your service! - Time to get a move-on. [Note: A little antsy] - Oh, did you see that? [Note: Excited, looking at something out of frame] - DON'T touch the hat. [Note: Uncharacteristically serious]
Combat Barks: - So much for diplomacy. [Note: Sighing, would genuinely prefer to do this literally any other way] - Gonna feel this one come tomorrow morning [Note: Groaning a little, only played when he's at 50% health or less] - Just a lot of animal roars and sounds.
Stealth: - Quiet as a mouse. Or, maybe a rat. - Oh hey, a copper! [Note: Not quite whispering, forgetting himself for a moment] - Do I even need to crouch? [Note: A little incredulous] - This would be so much easier as a cat. [Note: Sighing wistfully]
Aurora:
Selected: - My blade is yours. - Sssh, shut up! [Note: Muttering under her breath, reacting to her intrusive thoughts] - Huh? [Note: Distracted, her mind elsewhere] - Lathander guide me.
Combat Barks: - Get behind me! - Morning Lord, grant me strength. [Note: Uttered almost like a prayer] - A necessary evil [Note: Trying to convince herself]
Stealth: - Ough, my knees... [Note: Groaning softly] - Can we please just get this over with? [Note: Whispering, voice strained from the exertion] - [Just the sound of metal clanking against something, followed by a row of almost imperceptible swears]
HELLOOOO, fever dream and kh mattress one for the wip ask please?:)
fever dream is a signoise snippet and not technically part of the main body of the text (as its from oscar's pov) where i was attempting to work out how she thinks about, sees, and how to write her future sight!!! not particularly consequential, just a fun bit of character writing but a lot of it stuck in how i think about her so it did its job :) heres an excerpt of it as a treat + bc i already talked about the kh one so i will give you this instead!!!
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Oscar who is too young to yet have an epithet stands in a field as a storm comes in calling for her sister. Her sister is out by the old tree, she knows it, feels it dead and clear like a flat stone held in the palm of the hand. The wind takes her sister’s name from her mouth every time she shouts it.
Oscar Eye-of-the-Presage stands in a rising wind one hand extended straight in front of her, as if to brace her against a wall that isn’t there. The lightning arcs over and down, splits open the space between the epithetless and the - older? wiser? Untrue. But what other words do we have? Presage’s Eye raises her hand to her face and cannot see it’s motion in front of her, as is traditional. The stabilizer would help, the stabilizer would quell the storm. No breakwater, no buffer zone, clear skies. Clear skies. Impossible dream. She cannot throw it because this did not happen. Instead steps towards epithetless and sees the scene in reverse, or at least mirrored, telescoped out, refracted in the own cones and rods of the eye. Oscar who will one day be called Oscar Alive-as-Dead, Oscar Unliving, Oscar’s Own Doom, splits one of the cones in two again and further refracts the image because this is what it means to know what they will call you in the future.
If the Mar is alive, if the Synapse snaps like live wires at fishes in passing ponds with jaws lined with ungrown teeth, what does it mean to know of your own death? How does it frame the reciprocal relationship between the two objects? Velocity or position and never both, the first thing you lear. But you know both. Oh, Oscar, when did it become you? And you reply: Constant motion and constant acceleration both.
You know your sister is at the old tree so you run through the pelting rain and wait for the thing that is about to happen that will split your life cleanly into two halves. Or: you don’t wait yet, but you will eventually begin to describe this feeling as like waiting. The flat stone in your hand slips to the ground and is lost in waving grass.
adventures in faerun
maybe im being hopeful but the tcg website *does* say "Blaseball: The Card Game is a work in progress, and nothing is final; including design, players, card art, text and abilities.". they also just started taking beta testers so it might change? (hopefully?)
yeah hopefully, but i feel like the blaseball communities "shut up and keep the vibes pleasant" attitude towards ~discourse~ means they won't change anything
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Dreamcar - After I Confessed
BIG MOOD BIG MOOD BIG MOOD
All the warnings in the world couldn't have prepared him for the firestorm of loving Commander Shepard.
The moment the shuttle doors closed, she whipped off her helmet and pushed him into the wall, fists tightening in his coat as she kissed him - covered in sweat and dust and thresher maw blood.
"Shepard..." Miranda huffed behind her, "Can you n-"
"Get lost," she barked. "The cockpit's right there."
The door swished closed and she was on him, pressing herself into his hips, hands already loosening her hardsuit. He could feel her pulse pounding in her neck, adrenaline flowing through her like a drug. The commander was larger than life, high on the rush of battle, cybernetics, and stims - an aggressive human fireball of lust. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. If he was totally honest with himself, he kind of liked it. More than kind of.
He especially loved how she made absolutely no attempt to hide her desire for him - around anyone.
....
He bounced heavily on the bed as she threw him into it, skinning him out of his too-tight leather armor, claiming him with all the delicious, tightly reigned furor only she possessed.
She said, "Let me love you in my own way"
I said, "I've never hurt like this before. My ghost is yours."
hi I just want to let you know your warlock is extremely hot. thank you
omg thank you so much that’s like the best thing ever to hear HAHAH