Found via Kottke, here’s an excellent timeline of the idea of remote work and digital nomadism. The idea has been around for a long time – the timeline starts in 1964, with Arthur C. Clarke predicting it (well before it was broadly feasible – it’s sort of remarkable how much some of those 50’s and 60’s futurists managed to nail it). It’s been a long time coming, and while it’s not for everyone,…
Do you ever think about how fucking strong Aang is, after losing literally all of the other monks/air nomads at the age of 12, and not letting that get the best of him? Sometimes I just think of the weight of that, especially for a 12 year old kid, and get sad for him
mcu missed opportunities that i can't stop thinking about now
i love the mcu. this is literally just a list of things that i would have loved to see:
1. raft prison easter egg
in civil war we're introduced to the raft prison which is a concept from the comics. i'm not a comics reader so i don't know the actually comics lore behind it, but i wish that they had introduced the raft from the very beginning and made it a thing throughout more mcu movies.
like you stop over at the collector's to drop off your infinity stones and then your prisoners at the raft. i think it would be a cute easter egg instead of just a mention in one movie and then it could lead to some suicide squad-style shenanigans.
2. nat and bucky
again, not a comics reader, but i am aware that they're a couple in the comics. even if they didn't get together in the mcu, i wish we would have seen bucky and nat interact more than just in fight scenes. i feel like they could have had some interesting character beats, you know, bonding about their trauma and all that. also, the fact we never saw them fight together? crime. i'll always be angry.
3. nomad steve
nomad steve was lowkey one of my favorite parts of infinity war so the idea of having a whole movie of nomad steve on the run with bucky, sam, and nat sounds like a dream to me.
4. more wanda and vis
wandavision proved that we were robbed of seeing an amazing interpretation of an iconic couple. like the fact we didn't see them be a couple for more than just a couple of minutes in infinity war is so upsetting.
5. sam, bucky, and the riley connection
going into fatws, we barely knew anything about sam. one of these few things we did know though was that he left active military service after his wing-man, riley, died in combat. sounds familiar doesn't it?
sam and steve literally bond over the fact they both lost their best friends on a mission. so the fact we didn't see any mention of this in fatws was very weird. i have a sneaking suspicion that this one was entirely on purpose to save it for the upcoming cap 4 movie, but it was just so fkn weird that they never even discussed this??
like am i just expected to forget that? like it would have been such an interesting character beat for sam and bucky. idk call me crazy
All of the most active characters in the game are jerks. And I love that. I mostly love it because their main evil is that everyone is “rotten and selfish”. Especially the selfish part.
None of them particularly go out of their way to cause trouble for other people, they tend to stay in their space. The only real exception, kinda, is the mafia backstory, but. In the grand scheme of things, they weren’t leaving to purposefully terrorize a populated town. They (mostly mafia boss) wanted a nicer place that they could relax, instead of just working in a dismal fish factory. They found a nice island, it just happened to already have people, so they selfishly took over and got rid of almost everyone else. To Mu it was a super traumatic experience, but the mafia were mostly an unstoppable force as far as motives were concerned. They give the impression that, had they found an uninhabited island, they would still have taken over, just without the casual murder.
When Hat Kid enters the picture, mafia comes for a toll. It isn’t until he’s rebuffed that he took action. When you land in mafia town, only the crows will come and try to attack you, the mafia themselves are enemies you’d need to start the trouble before they’ll do anything to you. They’re at their most antagonistic only when you’ve invaded their base.
The birds' selfishness is easier to see. They don’t really care about you or what you’re doing, and are willing to let you do whatever as long as it lets them win the award. The time pieces that happened to fall into their hands is the only real cause for fighting them, just because they want to keep one in order to change the past so that they have all the wins.
Snatcher’s the most stereotypical looking shadow ghost that eats souls, but he does that to anyone who enters his domain. If he went around the planet stealing souls in the night, there’d be more of a problem, but he really is just a ‘you came to the wrong neighborhood, sucks to be you’. Don’t invade his space, you get to live, simple.
(Alpine skyline goats and nomads aren’t really as active, but they’re more of a completely neutral group. When Mu’s own selfishness messes up the entire planet for her personal problem, they’re on the side of all the others.)
Hat Kid, as almost everyone points out, is also ‘selfish’. She wants every time piece, so that she can go home. She’s not getting involved with everyone because she likes them, it’s just to get her stuff back. And it makes sense, everyone else is rude and selfish and clashes happen. (Player bias on hanging around certain areas even when there’s nothing to gain notwithstanding.)
It’s what makes the ending more impactful, I feel. Not the fight, where everyone knows that they can die and live later. But there’s the choice to share, for once. And then we have all the characters with less greedy ‘this is mine’ motives and more ‘wait, can you... um... stick around longer, none of us want you to leave’. If there’d been no conflict, and she’d gotten her time pieces without having to pry them from people’s beat up hands, she’d have just zipped off and probably never thought about the planet again. But no, you’re motivated to hang around, get into heated fights because the characters are invested in their own problems, and then when the worlds borked you can casually chat with them where they don’t hold anything against you. (Except mafia boss, but you did make him explode, so. He should probably be allowed his grudge.)
#ahit thoughts #long thoughts post #Oh hey; a true stream of consciousness kind of post #I didn't think I'd have long generalized rambles here somehow; and yet #Cooking cat and the nomads are the only genuinely helpful people in the adventure #idk in general the game probably felt refreshing because you really do just insert yourself and vibe #Other than time pieces; there's no real goal when you first go to a world #A goal is provided in the first act and specific to the section of the world you're in #But the overall motivations from Hat Kid are super simple which lets you get more invested in everyone else's stories #-flops- #This thought brought on by: Me thinking Moonjumper is going to fit right the peck in #He doesn't necessarily want to harm but he def prioritizes his wants
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JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY STREET ART: JERSEY CITY WAVE by OBEY GIANT
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So before we get started can you tell us a little bit more about you?
My name is Andrea, I’m 29 years old and I’m a Host Specialist at Worldpackers. I adopted a nomad lifestyle 2 years ago and took up volunteering after being made redundant from a frustrating job in England. I thought of it as way to learn new skills – soft and hard ones – and also a way to make travelling a bit cheaper as at…
❝ Tell me that this isn’t the hottest summer we’ve had to endure yet. You know what we need? Those uh...those little neck fans. We’d have to get some batteries for them but I swear to god, they’d be awesome right now. ❞
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#nomadical #☆ WE SURVIVE BY PULLING TOGETHER NOT APART — THE WALKING DEAD VERSE #CLOSED STARTER.
#dumbass techie uses a helmet for safety but keeps his manwhore shirt open #i know fuck all about lore but ive decided that technomancers are kinda cult-ish hence the scars and tattoos #hes a lil babie boy tho dont let that fool u #big scar on his neck is from running into a wire while racing on his bike as teenage nomads probably do #also y he got the cyberware there accident fucked up his throat or sm shit idk #cyberpunk 2077#vail dallas
WARNINGS: stalking, infedelity (steve is married) dub-con (i think, steve is manipulate and persuaded??) manipulation, SMUT (18+)- unprotected sex, think that’s it let me know if i missed anything
A/N: it’s midnight but i couldn’t sleep so here you go/ based on teacher pet by melanie martinez
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English had always been your favourite class. The ability to manipulate words to convey certain emotions, to be capable of manipulating people into puppets by a few simple words strung together. Then all of a sudden, you’re the puppet master. Control will bleed from the tip of your pen, a paper crown sitting on your head. Words, words, words. There’s something so beautiful about the complexity of language and the dark depths of double meanings and misplaced commas, using it as a weapon to get whatever you want. And that’s exactly what you’d been doing all of your life.
Steve understood it too. He could make the most mundane, boring tasks sounds interesting. Holding the classes attention in the palms of his big hands, not letting it go until he considered himself done. Everyday sentences are dripping with well said anecdotes and descriptions that let you feel like you’re living it with him. It was no wonder you looked up to him, as wells as everyone else in the class.
You’d like to think that everyone hangs off his every word because of his perfectly articulated lectures. But that just isn’t the truth.
The thing is, he’s stunning. A god walking among mortals.
He gestures with his veiny hands, veins which you trace with your eyes every time his sleeves are rolled up. Desperately wishing to uncover their journey. The room reverberates from his deep voice, Shakespeare’s sonnets recited in a baritone you want to have scarred on your body. It will hit every corner of the lecture room, pouncing into everyone’s ears, but only truly appreciated by you.
It wasn’t your fault that he quickly became the object of your obsessions. You and him were inevitable, you knew it. It was written in the stars, the moon whispered twisted plans into your ear at night before you drifted off to dreams of him.
You couldn’t ignore it, however. From day one your eyes found that vile, golden plated noose around his ring finger. It held you back. Unspoken vows that were not said by you, but by another.
So, what if there was a little competition? It made things interesting.
Restraint was something you had trained yourself in, you happily played the waiting game. Research was your biggest companion in anything, this was no different.
She was objectively pretty. But he could do better. And if it was to be your job to show him that, so be it.
No signs of a child. That was your first red flag from her. Her Facebook profile, which you had created a fake account to follow from in the first week of school, was littered with her pitiful individual accomplishments. Hardly any photos of the two of them and most importantly, none of a little blonde child with remarkable blue eyes.
From the way he spoke of families, whether that be in books or novels, it was adorably obvious he wanted one of his own. She wasn’t giving him that. Who wouldn’t want to carry his child? How dare she not give him what he needed? Well, it was good for you, because you were going to be his antidote for the poison, she flooded his veins with.
The plan was simple, easy to carry out with precision you had bottled. Having memorised that bitch’s routine, and of course Steve’s, you could choose the perfect time to carry it all out.
After weeks of following her, parking a few doors down, writing what time she did her meaningless little tasks, you had it all down.
Tracking Steve was easy, it’s like he wanted you to step in. Same old office hours, which you frequently attended, when his classes were and his after-school habits.
This is all neglecting the physical facts. Recognising the way he looked at you, drinking in your short skirts and even shorter crop tops. He craved the forbidden fruit. And it would be the end of year gift you gave him, you.
From the start of term, you had been his number one student. Soon enough you’d be his number one in everything.
You knew the journey to his sweet, cosy office like the back of your hand. Having made the trip multiple times. Enough so that he considered you a friend. This gave you the perfect opening to stay a little later at his office, just when you knew she’d be at home awaiting his arrival.
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There’s a timidness to his actions which should’ve been expected on your part. Like he doesn’t know if he should do it. He should and he will. You just needed to convince him a little, a job you were more than capable of.
Actions occasionally spoke louder than words. And like language, you could use actions and body language to get whatever you wished; like it was your day job.
Pretty noises, sighs and whines, slipped from your lips. Like the forbidden juice from an apple. They weakened his walls. Every one that hit his ears cracked him a bit more.
Coaxing his lips open and as soon as your tongues meet every inhibition gets annihilated. He goes feral.
Just like you suspected, his little bitch of a wife hasn’t been giving him what he needs. What you are willing to give him. No satisfied man would grab your ass and lift you onto his desk, growling about how good you are for him. His good little girl.
Marks would bleed onto your hips, from where his fingers had found purchase. You would dote on them for as long as they lasted. You’re rutting into each other like teenagers, but you love it. His desperation, his neediness. Its like a drug. One you have no intention of quitting.
He’s hot and hard against his slacks, like a fabric prison, the last barrier. Your panties were long gone considering you hadn’t been wearing any. He was too caught up in you giving yourself to him to pay attention.
Months of waiting and planning have been leading up to this moment. Excitement didn’t cover it, you were thrilled, ecstatic to finally have him. Even if he didn’t know yet.
You had an image in your head of what he would look like. fantasising about what he would feel like and treat you like. he exceeds all of your expectations, of course he does. And if his cock, which is big, is anything to go by: you’re exceeding his too.
“Come on, wanna feel you, Sir.” You whisper into his ear. Lacing your words with seduction, nibbling his ear lobe. You’re personified temptation and desire.
“Need’a condom,” he rushes out, too caught up in the feel of you, in the feeling your provide him.
“No, no its fine I’m on the pill,” you look up at his blown pupils, innocence painting your features like a fine art painting. “I trust you.”
That must do it for him, because after he sinks in. Like a ship coming home, it feels like home. A home shrouded by heaven, its perfect. He loses himself in your tight, wet walls, that grip him like a vice.
Its animalistic, you’re not making love there’s time for that later, this is fucking. Kissing is blended into licking and marking. Your hands scratch lustful lines down the plains of his back. Its rough and hard and you are more than happy to have him use you for his outlet. You would always be there for him.
“Want you to come for me, baby, come for me-“ you murmur into his neck. like a cage your legs trap his waist to make sure he has no way out.
His selflessness comes through when he rubs your clit to make sure you reach your peak first, which you do. It’s earth shattering and borderline too much. Its like a domino effect because after you, he comes.
No number of dreams and daydreams will ever compare to the real thing. In such a vulnerable state he looks so beautiful, you fall even more in love with him. Because now you have it, you have him. it solidifies it. He’s yours now.
Long eyelashes fluttering, he breaths heavy as he comes down, as if it’s the first release he's had in forever. The best one too.
When you make eye contact you know what he’ll do. pretend it hasn’t happened, carry on as if nothing ever happened. He can try, you sort of want to see him attempt.
In a couple of weeks, maybe a month, you’ll wake up one day and know. Maybe you’ll be sick, maybe you’ll be late on your period. Either way the hard work would have paid off. You felt a little sympathetic when you lied to his face about the pill, but he needed a push. Maybe a mini him would give him a shove.
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