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headsincloud9 · 10 months

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SMUT MINORS DNI

298. "You didn't seem like you were having such a bad time last night.

299. "Did...did we use protection?"

300. *wakes up, sees __ and screams'

301. "Good girl."

302. "Good boy."

303. "Come here."

304. "Can I tough you?"

305. "I'I guide your hands."

306. "Oh fuck me." "That's the plan."

307, "Open up."

308. "The night's still young."

309. "One more cheesy pick up line and I'm gonna bend you over the table and fuck you

front of everyone.

310. "If you try wearing that out, I will rip it off of you."

311. "How about I take you under the table right now with my fingers?"

312. "My parents are home!" "Then I guess you'll have to be quiet.

313. "I need you in every shape of the word. I need you emotionally, physically, and at th

exact moment, sexually too."

314. "So you're saying you don't want to have sex with me?"

315. "I'm sorry - are you sure you-"

316. "I think you'll be happy to know I'm nit wearing any underwear."

317. "How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?"

318, "You look good all soaking wet."

319. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."

320, "If you're going to act like a littie brat, then I'm going to treat you like a littie brat."

321. "I don't care how good it feels, you better not cum until I tell you to."

322. "You take my fingers so well don't you?""

323. "Shut up and take your pants off."

324. "When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."

325. "Do you need me to finger you first?"

326. "Did I stutter? Do as you're told!"

327. "You better be quiet or everyone going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

328. "Maybe if I punish you, it'll help you remember who you belong to next time

329. "Do you want it on your back, or would you like to be on your stomach?"

330. "Oh honey, you know you really shouldn't tease me."

331. "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself,"

332. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

333, "H love to see you squirm, now I want to hear you moan

334. "Don't fight your orgasm. Just relax."

335. "Too bad the others are watching, or I'd be on my knees with you in my mouth."

336. "It's your fault I'm like this."

337. "You did this to me, now fix it."

338. "If you don't pump me now, I'll stuff my dick inside you. I don't care if it'l hurt."

339. "First you're going to get down on your knees, then you're going to taste me."

340, "Put me out of my misery and open up those long legs for me.

341. "Try not to ruin your manicure when you dig those nails into my back."

342. "I'm going to remember this moment when I'm jerking off later."

343. "| bought a few new pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?"

344. "Keep playing that video game. I want to see if you can keep your focus while I suck your cock."

345. "I don't need any foreplay. I just need you inside me. Right now."

346. "I took a few sexy photos, so you have something to masturbate to when I'm at we

347. "Be rough with me. Blindfold me. Throw me against the wall, I can handle it."

348. "Keep the lights on. I want to see your tits bouncing up and down."

349. "Let's get drunk and have sex in the riskiest place we can find."

350. "Take off from work tomorrow. You'll be too sore to go in."

351. "Want to play some games at the arcade? Or should we stay home and play with eachother?"

352. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going to be yanking on it sc

353. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going, to be yanking on it so

354. "I never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together.

355. "You're mine tonight, and that isn't ever going to change."

356, "Help me put on the condom. I want to feel your hands over me."

357. "My body wants you as badly as my heart does.

358. "You have total and complete control over me."

359, "I can't believe how wet you are already."

360. "If I serenade you, will you strip for me?"

361. "1 looked at your naughty pictures at work today, and I couldn't get rid of my hard

362. "You're too flexible for your own good."

363. "Let's fuck in the shower so it feels like we're kissing in the rain."

364. "I can tell you're stressed. Let me fix that."

365. "I made you a bath. Want to take it together?"

366. "I bought us a new mattress, since we wore out the old one.

367. "If you keep fucking me this good, I'll marry you."

368. "1 just showered, but I don't mind taking a second one with you."

369, "We're the sexiest couple I've ever seen."

370, "I want you to be my wife, so I can do naughty things with you for the rest of my li

371. "You have a voice like an angel and a body I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wont get to see those pretty eyes."

372. You're the reason 1 smile so wide and come so hard.

373. I love that the sexlest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too.

374. Come to bed, I can't sleep without your hips pressed against mine.

375. The only thing hotter than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile

376. You don't belong in my bed. You belong on magazine covers.

377. That guy was totally checking you out. Want to invite him home with us?

378. I can't believe I found a woman who can cook as good as she fucks. a devil."

379. "I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes."

380. "I love that the sexiest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too."

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reverieinsimlish · 2 months

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Brody: It's time for our first elimination, and I think we know by now who didn't really want to be here. Gabriela, I'm sorry I dragged you out here for a connection that was fizzling. I wanted us to have a chance, but I guess that was just the maker trying to push something that wasn't there.

Deidra: Aw! Gabby! I'm going to miss you!

Gabriela: Miss me? That's bullshit!

Relationship score: D: 100, G: 82.73, H: 100

Did not do math for Deidra since she was immune.

Total points:

Hana- 468, Gabriela- 324

It wasn't even close. I'm not spending my life making a spreadsheet. This one was really obvious tho.

#Can't Get No Mini-BC #Brody Goth #Deidra Cain #Gabriela Petersen #Hana Yee

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wrestler-smash-or-pass · 4 months

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Weekly Wrapup 12/17/23

Top five smashable wrestlers this week:

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Hiromu Takahashi - 77.0% smash

Sonny Kiss - 75.3% smash

Zack Sabre, Jr. - 72.7% smash

More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...

Bottom five smashable wrestlers this week:

Undertaker (American Badass Variant) - 34.8% smash

Raven - 38.9% smash

Andrew Everett - 41.6% smash

Scott Hall (Diamond Studd Variant) - 43.7% smash

Drew McIntyre (Young Variant) - 57.0% smash

Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)

CM Punk - 527 votes

Hook - 449 votes

Hangman Adam Page - 447 votes

Zack Sabre, Jr. - 363 votes

Sonny Kiss - 324 votes

And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)

Andrew Everett - 173 votes

Scott Hall (Diamond Studd Variant) - 197 votes

Raven - 211 votes

Hiromu Takahashi - 230 votes

Hikuleo - 236 votes

The closest match was Scott Hall (Diamond Studd Variant), who lost 86-111.

Top Five Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Eddie Kingston - 82.8% smash

Bottom Five Overall

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash

Kane (Corporate variant) - 10.1% smash

Triple H (Terra Ryzing variant) - 18.6% smash

The Boogeyman - 22.6% smash

Brock Lesnar - 23.2% smash

Top Women Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Julia Hart (Spooky Variant) - 81.9% smash

Chyna - 78.2% smash

Penelope Ford - 72.9% smash

Top Men Overall

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Eddie Kingston - 82.8% smash

Kenny Omega - 82.1% smash

El Desperado - 80.3% smash

Top Tag Teams

The Golden Lovers - 80.4% smash

Best Friends - 66.7% smash

Motor City Machine Guns - 65.5% smash

Young Bucks - 43.8% smash

Average Smash Rating

Week 1: 52.7% Week 2: 57.7% Week 3: 54.4% Week 4: 62.9%

Thanks for being cool about the CM Punk poll. He's a very polarizing figure, so I really appreciate the fact that everyone was able to keep their tags civil. CM Punk received the third most smash votes to date (358 smash votes, compared to Adam Page's 386 and Eddie Kingston's 365). Punk Also received the 8th most pass votes. He just received a ton more votes than anyone else.

Onto other news, you guys massively prefer older Drew McIntyre (79.3% smash) to young Drew (57.0% smash). Tumblr maintains its reputation for being the "sexualize that old man" website!

I really struggled to find a good picture of Hook for his poll. He looks like my little brother, so it kinda felt like I was perusing my baby brother's thirst traps to show off to all the other horny weirdos on the horny weirdo website. It was easier than looking at all the Boogeyman worm photos, at least.

I'm thinking of running a few demographics polls in addition to the regularly scheduled smash or pass polls. Data on favorite wrestling promotion, sexual orientation, and age might make the poll results more interesting. Feel free to send in suggestions for other questions to ask. I can't promise I'll use all questions submitted by the community, but you guys will no doubt think of something I forget.

Some favorite tags this week

@discow1tch on Zach Sabre, Jr.: #you gotta see him twist a couple guys into pretzels before you fall for him

@samixayn on Hook: #if you love me you will bend this twink in half

@samixayn on Motor City Machine Guns: #is there not an eiffiel tower emoji or can i just not spell eiffeil.

@arthausen on Hook: #smash but he has to call me daddy and danhausen has to be there

@mancewarner on Hook: #passing bc he needs to be humbled

@pavlovean on Undertaker (American Badass Variant): #maybe if i knew where he was on january 6th and it wasn’t the capitol

@debbiechanclub on Hikuleo: #oh that's drilla in the first photo#and then he's holding a drill in the second#intentional op or not? lol (Answer: no it was not intentional. I am not that clever)

@daddywrasslin on Hangman Adam Page: #SMASH SO HARD MY NEIGHBORS NEED A CIGARETTE

@regalityandcoffee on Andrew Everett: #he looks like hed ramble to me about Pearl Jam for two hours (He looks more like a Tool fan to me, but yeah exactly)

#weekly wrap up

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shortnonsense · 2 months

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Old Shoes

by M. James

I was 10 at one point. Now I’m not. I hate that.

My mom says I’m just like her, so I guess it’s written in stone, but maybe there is room to be my own person. My sister is not like me. She seems to know the answers before the questions and doesn’t even care that some of us ask why. But such is the life of the 13-year old daughter of an engineer. Dad says he wanted 3.25 children; I think that’s meant to be an engineer joke, but usually I lose track of time when he says anything over eight words. I wake up suddenly an hour later and I don’t know where I’ve been.

What was I saying?

Oh. 3.25 kids. Yeah, that math didn’t work out, and I have a sister and two twin little monsters—I mean, brothers. Their names aren’t important. What is important is that I used to be 10.

My mom had aspirations once, I think, but now she seems to be happy to get through the day. I’ve seen the degrees and pictures of her PKD (aka pre-kid days), and she looked happier then. I know she loves us, and we make her happy also; it’s just that I don’t think she has spoken with her face lately to get on the same page with her heart.

When I was 10, it was just me and my sister, which meant is was mainly just me. My sister tends to live above us all. Now it’s all noise, and movement, and…where are my old shoes? I’ve been going through my closet for hours, and all I can think about was that I was 10 once. And that is when I went to the mall to buy shoes.

“Clara!” I heard my dad yell from downstairs, and most likely from the garage. I’m sure he’s been sitting in the car waiting on me. I guess I’ll be late again. But I really wanted to wear those old shoes to school today!

“Clara! Get in the car! You’ve had three tardies this month already, and I don’t want to have another meeting with your teacher!” yelled dad.

“I’m coming!” I yelled back.

“…then I told her to mind her own business, but she kept asking. I walked out and told her that I could do what I wanted, that she wasn’t even my real mom…” droned my friend/acquaintance that I’m required to listen to since we are lab partners in third period life science. Her name? Not really important, either. I mean—names just come and go, in the next class it will be another name, going on and on about something they know I don’t really care about, but have to act like I care about it because of all of this forced socializing. My mom says I’m an introvert. I think I just don’t like most people. And I think I just want to get this report done, but I’m the only one working.

“Class, take your seats. Open your text books to page 324. Anyone remember what we discussed yesterday?” shouts Mrs. Life Science Teacher, ending my suffering. Now for the “sit and try to listen to someone else” time. But really, I do like school. I just remember liking it more when I was 10. Now I feel like one of those little metal balls bouncing around inside one of the games they always show on retro shows about the 1980’s. I just bounce from one name to the next, smiling and nodding. Till 4 pm when I get to go back home, to my room, to my closet. Where are those old shoes?

The drive home is quiet. It is March and rainy, which means it’s that stretch of school between Spring Break and Summer with no days off, and everyone, including the teachers, are just trying to get to the end of the year without a major incident. Last year, that one boy got sick after his family trip to Mexico, and he spent several weeks in the hospital. We made cards. What was his name? I don’t remember. I do remember drawing a sun on the card I made him. I don’t know why we draw suns on cards, maybe they’re supposed to make people happy or something.

“BOOM!”

An explosion rocks the car, and I have no idea what is happening. The explosive noise jerks me out of my thoughts, and I find I am now gripping my sister’s hand tightly enough to make her squeal and rip here arm away.

“Hold on!” screams my mom in a way that makes me think she is really yelling at herself. Her usual, casual grip on the steering is now a stern 10 and 2. The car starts to weave and shake as the tire makes this loud throbbing sound. We all start to collectively realize the tire has blown as the car slows to a halt on the inside shoulder of a very busy Interstate 10. Jacksonville is busy at 4:30pm on a Tuesday, and we are no longer in the flow of busy parents trying to pick up their kids between work and soccer practice.

Time stops. Life was going at the speed of a school day, and then nothing. Cars blow by, making us shake with each passing. What now? This is certainly a first. Nothing ever interrupts the drive to and from school, except for that one time I forgot my backpack with my book report on the life of Alexander the Great. I got a C +. But now life has been interrupted. My mom is trying to get my dad on the phone while my sister starts quoting standard procedures for times of emergency.

“Yes, on the side of the road! We’re stuck out here, and I am not getting out of this car in this kind of traffic! We’re lucky we didn’t flip!” my mom blurts as she tries to get all the words out at once to my dad, who clearly has been interrupted from some important work meeting. “Okay, okay, you’re right, we’re fine. Yes, I’ll call our road-side assistance. Yes, we’ll sit tight.” Her words become slower as we all start to settle into the situation.

A few minutes later we all have our eyes locked on little blue and red converging dots that tell us exactly how soon our salvation will arrive. I’m starting to feel like maybe this is the most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced. I have never been in this situation before, and it is so foreign to me. I have seen cars on the side of the road and have wondered what it would be like to be in such a helpless situation; now here we are, here I am. Helpless, dependent on the blue dot to get here as fast as possible. I wonder how in the world this person coming to our aide will even be able to get to us since the cars appear to be going 100 miles an hour, mere inches from my door! We, of course, have no idea what the damage might be to our gold 2010 Camry. It is going to be mine one day, my sister always jokes, because she plans to buy her own, much better car, but now…who knows. That noise makes me wonder if anything is left back there. I had no idea a tire popping could make such a noise.

Finally, an hour later, the dots finally become one, and the tow truck we saw zip by 15 minutes ago has finally swung back around is was slowly positioning itself on the shoulder to get even with our car. While waiting, Mom called several times to yell at several people. I think she really had to pee, and the call center couldn’t solve that particular problem. Turns out there were only two trucks in our part of Jacksonville today, and the other one is stuck in the middle of a 4-car pile up on the 95. Just our luck to blow a tire on Tommy’s day off. That is name of the driver of what would have been the third truck, the one who might have been able to get to us 30 minutes sooner. Which would have been a whole 30 minutes sooner to find out that our car doesn’t just need a new tire, it needs to be towed to the shop to fix the axle, our driver explains.

Tommy. That was a name that was important. Isn’t that odd. A name of someone not there was more important to me than all of those who were there, all the time, and never went away. Tommy was important because if he had been the one to stumble out of his rusted rig I might be that much closer to finding my old shoes. Now, this other guy, who smells like he lives in his tow truck, is trying to work out what the plan will be with my mom, who is getting more and more frustrated. She must really have to pee now.

One more call to Dad, more time waiting in the car, and soon it has been explained to my sister and I that we need to choose. Go with Mom and the Camry in the tow truck, or go with Dad in his car. Not like I get a vote, but it’s nice of Mom to phrase it like I do. As my sister argues the merits of her going with Dad, I watch the tow truck driver begin to hook up the Camry to this big crane-looking thing. Why can’t we just ride in the Camry like normal when it’s being towed? It doesn’t seem like it matter to me whether we ride in the car like normal or ride in the car while someone pulls us. Things like this didn’t ever happen when I was 10.

Jake. His name is Jake. Our driver. It says so on the little patch on his shirt. And just like that I am now aware of two important names. But Jake isn’t important like Tommy is. Jake is important because I cannot believe I am going to have to sit on his gross seat, in his gross truck, smelling his gross smells, all the way to wherever cars go to get fixed when they blow up on Interstate 10 after school on a Tuesday. I slide as close to Mom as I can. You’d think a vehicle that literally pulls other vehicles around would have a back seat, but this one barely even has a front seat! And what surface area that does exist is littered with Big Mac cartons and wrappers from what must be his favorite corner store snack.

My mom and I sit still in the cab of the truck while Jake finishes up. My dad picked up my sister 20 minutes ago and left us to die. That’s probably just me being dramatic. But that’s what it feels like. Why couldn’t we all go with my dad? Great question. But I guess 13-year old girls named Clara who used to be 10 don’t get those kinds of answers.

My mom busies herself on her phone, texting with friends about the ordeal, while I watch Jake in the rearview mirror. There is a radio, which is something. He has it on some station that primarily features people arguing about the recent blowout loss by the Jaguars. I was actually aware of this recent happening since I remember my dad yelling at the TV on Sunday, saying many of the same things these people are conveying. I myself am thoroughly disinterested in football, or sports, or most things people argue about with strangers.

I jump when the door opens and Jake hops in to sit next to me with much more athletic prowess than I would guess a man of his weight could accomplish.

“Hey there!” Jake says through an awkward grin. Something tells me he doesn’t get many 13-year old passengers.

“Hi,” I find myself whispering back, with what is most likely an equally awkward smile. I had been so wrapped up in my critique of Jake’s apparent lack of workplace cleanliness that I had lost track of his movement. I am not ready for this conversation, and now I am having it, and he is way closer than I expected. This middle seat must have been designed for three very small people, not one large man in his mid 50’s, one regular-sized mom, and one me.

“Pretty crazy, right?” Jake asked. “That tire of yours really messed up your back quarter panel. Your car may take a few weeks get it up and running again.”

“Huh,” I mutter, trying to find some similar personal experience that will make me able to in some way say something relevant to the point Jake is making. I fail. This is why we have phones. To give us something to stare at instead of doing whatever we have to do right now. But no, I have to wait another year till that magic age of 14 to have a phone. I guess in six months I’ll be responsible. Until then, It’s just me.

Jake cranks up the engine as we try to ease into the closest lane. Soon, we are up to speed, and I see that our destination has already been loaded into the GPS. To my relief we are in store for a fairly short drive. At least I thought. But at this point my mom states that if we do not stop for a bathroom, she will just have to go then and there. Which is not that worst thing you can hear from you mom while riding in a cramped, smelly tow truck, but It’s probably on the top 10. Top 5 even.

Five minutes later, we pull into a 7-11, where Mom grabs me out of the truck, and we both run to the bathroom. The trip back to the truck is much slower, and mom is evidently feeling much better. We climb back up into the truck, and Jake begins to ease the gas down as we drive back out onto the frontage road. He must have found time to grab another of his favorite snacks while we were in the girls’ room, and as he struggles with the wrapper, I hear him let out what I can only describe as sorrow. “Oh man, this does not look good,” he states, like we are both examining recent roadkill. He points to the GPS screen, and it dawns on me that our route, which was very much green, is now red, and red is bad. In the time it took for our little side trip, something must have changed on our path that turned our quick 20-minute drive into over an hour. Soon we find ourselves sitting in what might as well have been a five-mile long parking lot on the interstate. After several minutes of no movement, we all watch with horror as the time to our destination grows exponentially bigger and bigger. Sirens make themselves known in the distance, slowly gaining volume as they pass by us, rushing to whatever accident has caused all of this, and with that, Jake turns off the ignition. This, in my mind, is the same as holding up the white flag of surrender. Bottom line—I am now looking at over an hour of forced, awkward conversation with someone I never should have even met.

Did I say I don’t like people? Yes, I think I did. And my mom is no help, becoming more and more absorbed in some article she is reading that was posted on her favorite blog.

Jake sighs, looks in the mirror, then asks, “So, how old are you?”

“13,” I say.

“I used to be 13,” Jake states, like it is a revelation from God.

“I have these old shoes,” I say to Jake several minutes later. “I’ve been looking for them for days. They are my favorite shoes, even though I haven’t worn them in a while. I bought them when I was 10. I used to be 10.” I don’t know why I’m telling him this fact about my current state of being. But somehow my conversation with Jake is going differently than the back and forth banter I usually endure from classmates and my sister.

Jake goes on to describe what it was like to be 13, a young boy, being raised by a single mom in North Carolina. He moved to Florida when he was 30 and has bounced around from one job to the next ever since. Never being able to get back to that feeling of unfiltered opportunity like he had when he was 13.

It’s like he is searching for something that he has lost and can’t seem to find it. Now he’s 54, driving a tow truck around Jacksonville 6 days a week, is admittedly overweight, doesn’t have many friends, and often thinks about his life choices that have led him here. But mainly, he remembers that he used to be 13.

I used to be 10. “When I was 10,” I continue, “my dad took me to the mall one day, and I saw these shoes in the window of Macy’s, and I begged him for them. Eventually, he let me try them on, and after some more begging, I was walking out of the store with them wrapped up in this big, expensive-looking bag.”

“They sound nice,” Jake interjects. I know there is no way he can understand the feeling of buying new shoes as a young girl, but it is nice of him to try.

“The reason these particular shoes were such a big deal is that up till that point, every pair of shoes I ever wore had first been worn by my older sister.

“Ah!” Jake slips out, with comprehension that leaves me surprised. “Hand-me-downs, yes, those were common in my family. I was an only child, but with my mom being low on cash most of the time, I got my wardrobe out of a bag of clothes that was left on our doorstep by the family down the street that had two older boys, and they loved to point out the fact that I was always wearing clothes they were going to throw away.”

I let that statement linger a few minutes. We actually get to move forward about a quarter mile before yet another full stop. Another tow truck passes by to hopefully help clear the congestion several miles ahead.

“I wore those shoes every day for the whole school year,” I eventually say. “They were more than shoes, they were opportunity and freedom. They were truly mine, not something that was just mine now. Somehow, though, I lost track of them over the summer—I hardly ever wear actual shoes during the summer since it’s all flip flops and swimming. Then, when it was time to go back to school, there were more shoes in my closet, and I guess I just moved on. But now I’m 13, and I used to be 10, and I just want to find those old shoes.”

Jake looks at me for a while. My mom shifts positions, somehow able to tune out our conversation, aside from occasional comments about this traffic and how she had no idea it would take this long.

Finally, Jake’s eyes brighten, and he seems to have stumbled upon some kind of realization. “I’m sorry you can’t find your old shoes,” he says. “They sound very important to you. It is difficult growing up, leaving things behind, figuring out the new things.”

I look at him sideways, wondering how he jumped to that conclusion. I was talking about my shoes. I just want to find my old shoes. I wasn’t talking about growing up, or whatever.

Jake goes on. “I used to be 13, and the world fit inside my bedroom. One day I turned 14, then 15, then 16, and suddenly the world didn’t fit anymore. My world had gotten larger, but sometimes I’d think back on what it was like to be 13. I still do. Just like I think about what it was like to be 25 and 40. When I could run and not ache, or when I still had my mom, or when I still had dreams and goals. Now I look at the world rush by, as I sit on the side of the road. The only time I catch up to anyone is when they crash or break down. ‘Forced timeouts,’ I call them.”

He went on. “There are things, experiences, people even, that lock us into a time in our lives. It makes it easier to remember what it was like then after so much has changed. Our world moves on, but those things are locked in time. Like your old shoes.”

Jake pauses with that and lets his words drift through my mind. I was starting to think Jake was an important name for more reasons than I first assumed.

“I used to be 10,” I said, “and it was so much easier. Things made more sense to me, and now so much doesn’t. It was just me and my shoes. I just want to find them again.”

I wave goodbye to Jake as he pulls out of the repair shop parking lot. His is a name I will remember. My mom finishes speaking with the manager, working out the plan and cost of the repairs. It had taken so long for us to arrive that my dad is now able to swing by after finishing up at the office. My sister has been home for hours. I slide into the back seat next to a large garbage bag.

“Oh, just move that over, Honey. I forgot I still had that back there. I was supposed to drop it off at your cousin Ellie’s house last week,” explained Dad.

I stare at the bag as a thought begins to form. It is mixed with the story that Jake shared, the one about the bag of hand-me-downs he received from the people down the street from him. I untie the knot in the bag and peer inside. Just as I suspect, it is filled with clothes. My cousin is a few years younger than us, and since my younger brothers won’t be wearing my clothes, my parents often bag them up and drop them off for her to use. As I dig through the bag, I recognize shirts and dresses from years past. Some I remember liking, others I rarely wore.

Then my hand brushes against something hard under the stack of shorts. I have a rush of adrenaline as I reach in to grasp the item, pulling it into the light. “My old shoes!” I exclaim, apparently louder than intended, as my mom jumps at the sound.

“Yes, Honey, I put those in the giveaway bag months ago. You never wear them, and I don’t think they even fit you anymore,” explained Mom.

I hear her words, but they somehow don’t hit the mark she intends. Instead, I want to lash out, my anger stirred after such a difficult day. I am about to scream at her, tell her how she should never have thought to give away my favorite shoes, when something stops me.

I picture a 13-year old Jake, sitting in his room, playing. I used to be 10. I remember running to school in these shoes. I loved how I felt in them. They were mine, and the world made sense. But I’m not 10 anymore, just like Jake isn’t 13. Our worlds have grown, and for me 13 is scary, but it’s what I am. I need to stop looking for my old shoes, let someone else have them.

I slide them back in the bag and let it settle to the floorboard. “You’re right, I say to Mom. Ellie will love them. They are great shoes.”

After a few more minutes of driving, I ask, “Mom, can I go to a party next weekend? It’s a birthday party for my friend from Life Science class.”

“Probably,” says my mom. “What’s her name?” she asks.

“Shelby.”

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Week #47

323. Unburied Treasure: A photo frame shop. Though photo frame is an understatement, its more like a shop for embedding your cherished memories in furniture. For example, you might purchase a beautiful pirate treasure chest, which when opened, reveals your vacation slides.

324. S-h/n-ake it!: A milk shake bar. All the baddest dudes and dudettes with their leather jackets pull up with their hotrods, burst open the door, and politely ask for hot chocolate space cow milk shake. The owner floats the milkshakes over to them with a smile, knowing that whimsy is still appreciated.

325. Stuart's Log Throwing: A place where you can throw around styrofoam loags. Sure they barely weight anything, and they won't fly far, but at least you can make photos where you seem very strong. Other options are also available to throw, such as balls on chain, cheese, and golf clubs.

326. The Mountain Pass By The Sea: Several great cliffs overlooking the oceanic coastline. Its connected by rope bridges, crafted by mountain whales. They say they have a peaceful view over the ocean, but they agree that it can be quite dizzying for first timers.

327. ψchadelic ψntings: An art gallery. Here, the oracular ψpents paint peaceful pictures of pleasent panoramas. one can't shake off the feeling that some of these are from your potential futures, where it all works out.

328. Wet Castle: A hotel in the shape of a castle, on the coast. The building itself is a beautiful copy of the historic MacWeth Castle (whose name is never spoken). Walking on its medieval ramparts makes you pine for simpler times of revelry, like, your last birthday party held at this place.

329. Café Of Sunrise: A golden gleaming café. Drinking a cup of whale coffee in the morning will make your morning a mountain of mirth! The secret ingredient is chili, which the saurian cats quite enjoy, in a genuine joyful way.

#PLart #nthspace #city23

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spritehouse · 6 months

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ShortMC's Whumptober 2023 Scrapped Scenes (pt. 1)

(Shorter) Scenes, dialogue, etc. that didn't make it into a final draft

Putting these here because I might use some of my ideas in the future (+ I like using this color scheme) All word counts are for me because I like knowing

Please heed the trigger warnings before every section

The aftermath of I’m Getting Desperate (losing my mind):

Prompt: "Make it stop" (no. 3 Ralvez | 59 words | I originally planned to extend the story into parts of the aftermath/Luke's recovery from the events of the fic

Luke blinks, looking up from his lap at their fingers interlock.

“Real?” he whispers, eyes wide, wondering if this is another cruel joke his mind is playing on him.

“Real,” Spencer nods, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand, the gesture tugging at the corner of the older man’s mouth—the closest he gets to smiling these days. “I’m real, Luke; I’m here.”

Spencer having a panic attack (I don't have a title)

Prompt: Shaking (alt for no. 4) 142 words

⚠️TW: panic attack & self-harm (scratching)

He’s shaking.

Spencer’s hands won’t stop shaking, folding his fumbling fingers together in an attempt to quell the anxious electricity buzzing beneath his skin.

He can’t breathe, gasping and gulping for air, dry sobs shaking his shoulders.

It won’t stop. He needs it to stop.

It won’t stop.

He waves his hands, shaking them out, hoping to release some of the energy bubbling, burning through his body, digging his nails into his forearms and dragging them through his skin when that doesn’t work.

Deleted scene from The Sky is Overcast (I’m sorry):

Prompts: "You're a liar" (no. 9) + "You said you'd never leave" (no. 10) + Goodbye Note Ralvez | 46 words | Luke was originally going to give Spencer the note & imply that there would be another one if he died while he was gone.

“This–” Luke holds up an envelope, his partner’s name written on the front.

“Luke, no–”

“–this is for you, cariño.”

“–Luke, please don’t do this–”

“There’s another one, in case I–” He swallows, finally making eye contact with Spencer. “You’ll get it if the time comes–”

A single scrapped line from Wide Awake, Spiraling:

Prompts: Captivity (no. 11) + Insomnia (no. 12) Ralvez | 25 words | In which I actually use the word from one of the prompts instead of making them implied

⚠️TW: vaguely referenced (past) unhealthy relationship

He’s her captive, still trapped by a cage of claws around his memories, even if he isn’t still in her grasp; there’s no escaping her.

Scrapped Scenes from I Can’t Hide From You (like I hide from myself):

Prompts: Infection (no. 13) + "Just hold on" (no. 14) + "I'm fine" (no. 15) Ralvez | 101 words | One line where Emily & Luke worry + Spencer telling Penelope to call Luke

Emily glances at Luke when Spencer isn’t looking, eyes filled with worry, and the younger agent responds with a nod, exchanging an unspoken “I’ll take care of it.”

“Reid? Boy wonder? Can you hear me? What’s going on?”

“Pen... I need... need Luke…”

“Oh my god, Spencer– What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“I don’t... don’t feel too good.”

“Okay. Okay. Okay! I’m calling Luke right now and getting an ambulance to your location, 187. just hang on.”

“M’kay…”

“Garcia? What’s–”

“Luke, Spencer’s on the line and he says he isn’t feeling well.”

“Cariño? Spence, can you hear me?”

“Mhm... here…”

Spencer gets shot.

Prompts: "I don't feel so good"/Infection (no. 13) + "Just hold on" (no. 14) + Makeshift Bandages (no.15) Moreid | 324 words | Spencer gets shot (again) & EMTs can't get to his location quick enough

The average speed of a bullet fired from a typical muzzle is approximately 2,700 feet per second.

“Reid?”

That’s 900 yards per second; a bullet fired from 25 yards away will hit its target in about 0.03 seconds.

“REID!”

The average human reaction time to visual stimuli is around 0.25 seconds.

“SPENCER!”

He will be 0.22 seconds too late.

“REID!”

Derek fires once, twice before the younger agent hits the ground, head hitting something with a sickening crack.

“Spencer!”

He doesn’t waste time on the unsub, one of his bullets hitting him square in the forehead, rushing to Spencer’s side instead.

“Come on, Pretty Boy. Look at me,” Derek kneels beside the younger brunette, hand instinctively moving to the wound on the back of his head, blood soaking Spencer’s hair and more seeping through his shirt. “Look at me, Pretty Boy. Show me those beautiful eyes.”

Spencer’s eyelids flutter, heal lolling to the side with a soft groan.

“Derek?”

“Right here, kid. Look at me.”

The younger agent pries his eyes open, gaze hazy and unfocused, finding Derek.

“There you are, Spence. Keep looking at me.”

“‘M bleeding...” He murmurs, eyelids drooping as shaking fingers weakly find the wound in his side. “Gotta stop the bleeding...”

“Yeah, got it, Pretty Boy.” Derek nods, forcing himself to focus, assessing as if he’s holding some stranger, not his best friend, before taking off his jacket and pressing it against the injury, drawing a sharp inhale from the younger brunette.

“It takes three to five minutes to bleed out from a gunshot wound... a person can lose up to 40% of their blood volume without dying, which is about 2 liters of blood–”

Derek wants to cut him off, tell him that isn’t going to happen, that he isn’t going to die, but talking means he’s still awake, that genius brain still calculating, crunching the numbers, gears turning, and alive, so he doesn’t.

Scrapped Scenes from Please Hurry, Leave Me (I can’t breathe):

Prompts: Drugging (alt for no. 16) + Touch Aversion (no. 17) + Tortured for Information (no. 18) Ralvez | 113 words | Luke trying to talk to Spencer/help him after Hankel

“Spencer, I understand you’ve been through something traumatic–”

“Stop! Stop talking to me like I’m a victim!”

Luke sighs, lowering his hands and leaning back in his chair.

“Okay.”

The younger brunette watches him for a beat, waiting for his boyfriend to speak.

“Okay..?”

“Okay, we’re going to sit here until you’re ready to talk because we’re not going home until you let me help you.”

Spencer frowns, fumbling with the cuffs of his sleeves

“Spencer, I understand you’ve been through something traumatic–”

“Stop! Stop talking to me like I’m a victim!”

You are, Luke wants to argue, but he knows better, he knows that it’ll only make Spencer close himself off more.

Total Word Count (only this post): 810

Check out my complete Whumptober 2023 Masterlist here!

#whumptober2023 #criminal minds #spencer reid #luke alvez #criminal minds fic #ralvez #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #shortmc #luke alvez fanfiction #lex prompts #spencer reid fic #luke alvez fic #ralvez fic #masterlist

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Interesting Papers for Week 2, 2023

Sensory Evidence Accumulation Using Optic Flow in a Naturalistic Navigation Task. Alefantis, P., Lakshminarasimhan, K., Avila, E., Noel, J.-P., Pitkow, X., & Angelaki, D. E. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(27), 5451–5462.

Cognitive experience alters cortical involvement in goal-directed navigation. Arlt, C., Barroso-Luque, R., Kira, S., Bruno, C. A., Xia, N., Chettih, S. N., … Harvey, C. D. (2022). eLife, 11, e76051.

Fast and slow contributions to decision-making in corticostriatal circuits. Balewski, Z. Z., Knudsen, E. B., & Wallis, J. D. (2022). Neuron, 110(13), 2170-2182.e4.

Neuromodulatory Mechanisms Underlying Contrast Gain Control in Mouse Auditory Cortex. Cody, P. A., & Tzounopoulos, T. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(28), 5564–5579.

Widespread implementations of interactive social gaze neurons in the primate prefrontal-amygdala networks. Dal Monte, O., Fan, S., Fagan, N. A., Chu, C.-C. J., Zhou, M. B., Putnam, P. T., … Chang, S. W. C. (2022). Neuron, 110(13), 2183-2197.e7.

Clustering and the efficient use of cognitive resources. Dasgupta, I., & Griffiths, T. L. (2022). Journal of Mathematical Psychology, 109, 102675.

Widespread ripples synchronize human cortical activity during sleep, waking, and memory recall. Dickey, C. W., Verzhbinsky, I. A., Jiang, X., Rosen, B. Q., Kajfez, S., Stedelin, B., … Halgren, E. (2022). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 119(28), e2107797119.

Human muscle spindles are wired to function as controllable signal-processing devices. Dimitriou, M. (2022). eLife, 11, e78091.

Prior actions influence cost–benefit‐related decision‐making during mouse foraging behaviours. Dylda, E., & Wang, K. H. (2022). European Journal of Neuroscience, 56(2), 3861–3874.

Model Sharing in the Human Medial Temporal Lobe. Glitz, L., Juechems, K., Summerfield, C., & Garrett, N. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(27), 5410–5426.

Serial dependence for oculomotor control depends on early sensory signals. Goettker, A., & Stewart, E. E. M. (2022). Current Biology, 32(13), 2956-2961.e3.

A synaptic signal for novelty processing in the hippocampus. Gómez-Ocádiz, R., Trippa, M., Zhang, C.-L., Posani, L., Cocco, S., Monasson, R., & Schmidt-Hieber, C. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 4122.

Coevolution of motor cortex and behavioral specializations associated with flight and echolocation in bats. Halley, A. C., Baldwin, M. K. L., Cooke, D. F., Englund, M., Pineda, C. R., Schmid, T., … Krubitzer, L. (2022). Current Biology, 32(13), 2935-2941.e3.

Visual timing-tuned responses in human association cortices and response dynamics in early visual cortex. Hendrikx, E., Paul, J. M., van Ackooij, M., van der Stoep, N., & Harvey, B. M. (2022). Nature Communications, 13, 3952.

Functionally specific and sparse domain-based micro-networks in monkey V1 and V2. Hu, J. M., & Roe, A. W. (2022). Current Biology, 32(13), 2797-2809.e3.

Sigma oscillations protect or reinstate motor memory depending on their temporal coordination with slow waves. Nicolas, J., King, B. R., Levesque, D., Lazzouni, L., Coffey, E., Swinnen, S., … Albouy, G. (2022). eLife, 11, e73930.

Neurogliaform cells dynamically decouple neuronal synchrony between brain areas. Sakalar, E., Klausberger, T., & Lasztóczi, B. (2022). Science, 377(6603), 324–328.

Learning accurate path integration in ring attractor models of the head direction system. Vafidis, P., Owald, D., D’Albis, T., & Kempter, R. (2022). eLife, 11, e69841.

Selective representations of texture and motion in mouse higher visual areas. Yu, Y., Stirman, J. N., Dorsett, C. R., & Smith, S. L. (2022). Current Biology, 32(13), 2810-2820.e5.

Sound induces analgesia through corticothalamic circuits. Zhou, W., Ye, C., Wang, H., Mao, Y., Zhang, W., Liu, A., … Zhang, Z. (2022). Science, 377(6602), 198–204.

#science #Neuroscience #computational neuroscience #Brain science #research #cognition #cognitive science #neurons #neural networks #neural computation #neurobiology #psychophysics #scientific publications

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rottedsoulx · 1 year

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I posted 204 times in 2022

That's 73 more posts than 2021!

91 posts created (45%)

113 posts reblogged (55%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@destinysbounty

@sunnylighter

@littleblueberryartist

@skellebonez

@rottedsoulx

I tagged 183 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#ninjago - 68 posts

#reblog - 58 posts

#monkie kid - 45 posts

#lmk - 26 posts

#qi xiaotian - 19 posts

#personal - 15 posts

#enjago au - 13 posts

#lego monkie kid - 11 posts

#lca - 10 posts

#red son - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#if anyones got anything to add to this please do everyone experiences this shit differently and different shit can help different people

My Top Posts in 2022:

Wh-whAts H-haP-ppeNinG-g!?

@a-samwich and I were talking about Sponge MK on discord,,,, they mentioned the idea that MK can also absorb the powers of artifacts (something I wanna talk about/touch on later)

and that lead to MK having a power overload!

(more under the cut, plus a more eyestrained version of the pic)

See the full post

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See the full post

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Snowmiser/Heatmiser

215 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

season 4 deserved to go off

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My #1 post of 2022

I’ve been reading Spinjitsu Brothers and I am very much enjoying it.

BOTH Wu and Garmadon are HIMBOS.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

stares at my year in review dang that was all this year??? the fuck.

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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shyinkz · 1 year

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I posted 359 times in 2022

That's 359 more posts than 2021!

35 posts created (10%)

324 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@slayfordpines

@triangleguy

@ypipie

@gin-juice-tonic

@yqqug

I tagged 100 of my posts in 2022

#gravity falls - 17 posts

#gf - 16 posts

#fiddleford h mcgucket - 13 posts

#fiddleford mcgucket - 12 posts

#fiddleford hadron mcgucket - 12 posts

#fuck - 12 posts

#he is autistic - 4 posts

#stanford f pines - 4 posts

#stanford filbrick pines - 4 posts

#ford pines - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#im quotinb something its my favorite video but i dont know how to post videos on tumblr so this is all you get

My Top Posts in 2022:

mans looked So Nice in the scaryoke episode

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the journal is fucking wild i love it sooo much

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doodl.Mmmm doodlies

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i dont know what made me make him green but he is green now i guess

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My #1 post of 2022

in my opinion

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #this is so real

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burning-jealousy · 1 year

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An Open Letter To FR Staff & Users (But Mostly To Staff)

This post will be long and I'm sure one or two people will deem it as brown-nosing staff, so here's a read more because I love my friends and followers and anyone perusing the Flight Rising tag. This is a very long post.

Preemptively, yes, you can reblog and add on, but I probably won't respond, as immediately after posting I'm muting this post.

There are 3 TLDRs under the read more, alongside the bulk of the post. Again. This is very, very long. 2.4k words long. I have 9 years of thoughts rattling around in this post.

TLDR for section 1 (No Wait!! Only Dragon): The art staff needs to draw, adjust and recolor (if this is seen past 3/24/23, over.) 7,244 individual pieces of apparel for every new modern breed (this is including both poses, not just one pose) they add, along with 324 genes (including f pose, m pose and h pose) and make sure all 177 colors with 2,680,125 combinations of colors possible (I.. I think? This is including all 3 poses also. Additionally, if I'm not wrong, they have an algorithm handle coloring to make things easier, but it doesn't change the fact that these still need to all be tested as they come up. Also this doesn't include every gene and gene combo, so uh, you can have fun with THAT math) don't break anything, and paired with their 'no crunch policy' it is no surprise we need to wait 5+ years between modern breeds, and even without modern breeds being taken into consideration, it makes sense that we have glitches with colors and genes just breaking.

TLDR for section 2 (Communication): Staff (Specifically those in positions like Aequorin, where they can be a bridge between coders/artists/etc and users) needs to communicate more with their users in regards to accessibility rollouts, issues with 'ban waves', false multi-account claims, actual multi-accounters being unnoticed for some time, etc. Full stop. The lack of communication can be a bit egregious, but it's slowly gotten better.

TLDR for section 3 (Final Thoughts): Staff messes up. With people they hire, things they do and decisions they make - We see it a lot more because they're effectively 20 or so people being eyeballed by (as of writing this) 4,221 people. So does the userbase. But we don't see that as much because the average user does not have 4.2k eyes on them at any given moment. But they're just a bunch of humans. They still deserve to be treated like them, even if you don't agree with every single thing they do.

v-v-Actual Post-v-v

To start, please know, I have been an active user off and on since 2014. This is not coming from a user who has been coddled by the release of Obelisks and onward. Additionally, I have plenty ill opinions on staff and some of the hills they've decided to dig their heels in on, as they are not perfect, no one is, but I would like to write this post to no one either way. This is more so in regards to their 'no crunch policy' and several other things that I've noticed over the years.

I'll focus on my main and only issue here first, the "no crunch policy." I'm not sure if they've ever quite explained what they mean by that, but, at a glance, it means they don't make their artists rush to finish pieces, which is fine, however it becomes frustrating as a user when they keep, in the case of Aberrations, putting the release off because of a 'no crunch policy.' There is a definite difference between not crunching and ensuring your artists adhere to a release schedule- That is to say if Stormlight Workshop intends to handle Flight Rising like a professional website, then they need to hire artists with the intent of making a set release date, rather than hiring them under the pretense of 'not crunching under any circumstances, ever.' Realistically, we should've gotten Aberrations a little sooner than we did.

Now, staff has said on multiple occasions they are always working on new breeds, and only in the 2020s have we been able to get a good view of that being true, as we have had three Ancient breed releases in the past 12 months alone, a massive step up from the previous release 'schedule' where we got two in 2014 (Coatls, Nocturnes), one in 2016 (Bogsneaks), two in 2019 (Gaoler, Banescale), one in 2020 (Veilspun), one in 2021 (Obelisks), two in 2022 (Aberrations, Undertides) and one (so far) in 2023 (Aethers).

This isn't to be ignorant towards the artists employed at Stormlight Workshop and the fact that artists regularly, without fail, get absolutely shafted when it comes to income VS the work they put in and time constraints, etc, to the point where freelance artists (the average artist you'd commission off of Tumblr or other social networking sites) need to greatly undersell their commissions to even get one commission. For example, an artist who I'd put their art at maybe 45/50$ for one fullbody charged 20$ for a 2 character fullbody with full shading and details, it is that bad when it comes to trying to find work, so I can ABSOLUTELY understand why they'd choose to push for a 'no crunch' policy to give their artist a dang break when it comes to work they receive. However as far as I'm aware, no artists have ever come forward to speak about pay they receive working on Flight Rising assets. This is in no way me claiming they are not paying their artists a fair wage or not paying them at all, this is me saying that no official artist, as far as I am aware, has stated what they are paid and how (gems, USD, etc.), so guesses cannot be made re: hourly pay until then.

This is a very, very long-winded way to say I think the userbase should be a bit.. More understanding re: wait times. I know in recent times, as we've stopped being kids/early 20 year-olds, the agitation in regards to everything has gone down. And I still think the wait can be pretty egregious and I'm hoping we get more modern breeds soon, or a better idea on what release schedules we can look at going forward.

Now. The following segment is not about the art staff and issues in regards to the waits, but the company Stormlight Workshop as a whole. I am not claiming anything I say going forward reflects on the company, workers and staff in a negative light, nor am I claiming any/all of these bans were done to 'get back' at a user, were done 'incorrectly/in error' or were done without reason. These things happen with sites like Flight Rising where they have a smaller staff and cannot 100% screen every single ban/email inquiry re: a false ban/etc. But the communication is an issue all the same.

Moving onto other my secondary, significantly lesser issue is the lack of communication regarding this stuff. Staff - User communication should be kept at a minimum without being cold, snarky, standoffish, etc, (sort of like the behavior Aequorin(? i think that's how you spell her name) displays with users, she can be serious at times and silly others, it depends on the context really!) lest we get sites like PokeFarm Q where the site owner/main coder can be a total jerk and traumadump to a userbase consisting primarily of mentally ill minors while having no repercussions. However, the issue with this comes in when we don't have details regarding breed releases, actual ETA dates for when we're getting (for example) achievements back. Additionally there are some lesser promises that have fallen through that we've gotten no word on, such as more merchandise like the pins we never got, and why it can be such a complete pain in the butt to get Wildclaw scrolls and why they've only been in circulation for a total that's around a month when stuck back to back when they were intended to more 'regularly' cycle. (The post I saw claimed a cumulative 20 - 40 days? I don't recall exactly.)

Additionally, there are the, at times, false ban waves that staff goes on every once in a blue moon that makes a subset of the community lose their collective minds. I have been friends with two users affected by this. One I will not give details to, as they are back on-site under a new account (which is permitted under the pretense they give up on getting their old account back), but her husband and her both got banned. Staff can be very inconsistent with who does and does not get banned for multiaccounting, even while reporting is taken into account, as I've seen what I deemed to be a pretty blatant case not get taken care of for quite some time, when reported.

However I am aware this is very likely a case of personal bias. I am very aware that this is a topic that is very personal to me as I lost a pair of dragons to someone being banned unfairly for multiaccounting (context: they admitted they had an acc prior to their current one on the forums and got banned), and even when they relented the account and just asked that the dragons to be sent back to me, staff refused, per their TOS re: dragon ownership (once it leaves the original owner's lair, ownership is forfeit, so technically they weren't mine anymore). The final case I can think of here is when a user known best for their darker lore and was widely disliked for it being 'problematic' (see: it was dark, and people did not like that) was falsely flagged for multiaccounting and had their account locked, and staff eventually just stopped responding to their emails, so they gave up on waiting and made a new account. (I know that this was false because the user who flagged them admitted to it.)

Next are the many complaints regarding accessibility. Starting at the landing page on the site, it is VERY bright- Painfully so- And those with migraines, eye issues, so on and so forth, are not permitted within site rules to even use an addon to change the way the site looks. I won't do a deep dive into the issues with this, but they claim they 'will see' about a dark mode in the future. I am somewhat photosensitive. Not in the 'rapidly flashing, bright colors can give me a seizure' way, but more in the 'this can give me a migraine' kind of way, so while it is less harmful for me to have it open in a low-lit room, it still isn't particularly pleasant. Even sites several years it's predecessor, like Dragon Cave, even have alternate color schemes for their website, so I never quite understood the logic.

That is to say that things like this are not excusable, especially the lack of a darkmode and basic accessibility features regarding familiar bonding being marginally less painful to do than clicking and pressing left on your keyboard up to 215 times (this is 100% excluding those who bond ALL of their familiars every single day. they are not being counted in here, as even if they are disabled, they are making the intentional decision to bond 1102 familiars every day even if it hurts them) and that is a 'lesser' task that one can do in maybe 5 - 15 minutes if they're on the Desktop version of the website.

The coli captcha being changed was an incredible step forward, one that I'm very pleasantly surprised we actually got. And that's why I think we need to push more on these things in a respectful way. Key emphasis on respect. You obviously won't get anywhere being too gentle and kind and letting staff get away with ableism like the lack of a darkmode and banning of those who use applications to make the screen dark so they can use the site.. It doesn't make the site out to be a very friendly website to users who suffer from various disabilities. But they are making changes to help that. Several users enjoy writing in tiny, barely visible text, so they added a 'toggle text style off or on for this post.'

I know full well that no war was ever won with kindness, but you need to avoid making a donkey of yourself on the public forums- Especially ones where the minimum age is 13. Calling staff stupid/incompetent/nasty names is hurtful, even if you DO feel that way and it's a knee-jerk reaction to the lack of accessibility they seem to be digging their heels in on, that's just not how the real world actually goes.

This is not to say that staff is exempt of criticism, if anything they need to be critiqued more than they are in constructive ways that don't come off guns blazing.

All of this is to say that staff's communication, as a whole, not just about, say, a delay or two, but rather developer updates, needs to be done much better. I feel like I should actively be seeing more developers talking about what's going on rather than just Aequorin sniping misbehaving users and locking a thread, or Undel talking about what she's wanting to update next (for the encyclopedia, full disclosure, nothing too interesting.)

Going three pages into the dev tracker I have only seen the following administrators: Aequorin, Undel, Kaepora and Mutron. Aequorin seems to do a lot of the heavy lifting regarding engaging with the community, which makes sense, she's the community manager, but I sincerely think there needs to be more communication going on, more updates and such that aren't .

I could just be saying that as I feel every website, especially sites like this where a lot of it is on the users to make the fun out of the game, could benefit from more clear, concise communication. I am not asking a lot, I don't think at least, for them to maybe get one or two more community managers and hold more regular Q&A sessions like they used to. It is not right that we need to claw at staff for some of the things that we've gotten after 10 years, and it's not right that staff needs to shake us off their legs like rabid dogs from time-to-time because of a misstep they made that makes a small and very vocal subset of the community go ballistic, which sends ripples out to other parts of the community.

That's about all I have to say. I've been writing this nonstop for almost 3 hours, and I honestly can't think of anything else I have to say. Sorry if it's disjointed/doesn't make sense at times. I guess my very last thought is I don't know what I'd do to change the issues I have. I'd say monthly updates on various aspects of the site or maybe a Q&A, as I feel that's a fair request, given that's the average amount of updates a Kickstarter game gets, but that could prove annoying, frustrating or just ineffective in practice.

But again, I want to put emphasis on this: None of this is in any way, shape or form meant to reflect badly on Stormlight Workshop as a company or it's employees. This is merely a series of opinions I have in regards to Flight Rising, Stormlight Workshop and the staff behind Flight Rising.

#flight rising #fr #ok to reblog #<- tagging those for visibility it doesn't have any fun stuff like lore/art/etc so if youre looking for that don't click the read more #if this gets traction! i will be pleasantly surprised! i hope it does as um #i like to believe this could be a little way to make a change #maybe not in the userbase as it's COLOSSAL but something staff could see and address?#or at least some parts because uh #this is long. really long. maybe it can put some things into perspective though

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