#ääääääää!!!!!!!

[kukekakuningaskris]

Still trying to process this concert but the highlight was someone shouting eestlane olen ja eestlaseks jään and then every estonian singing it and confusing the shit out of the band

[oneleggedflamingo]

Yikes, olin kaks kertaa rekan kuolleessa kulmassa ja se mun, ja se rekka ajoi kummallakin kertaa kolmion/stop merkin takaa melkeen kylkeen, joka oli se hetki jolloin me emme enää ole toistemme kuolleessa kulmassa vaan hieman kyyryssä ratin takana. Ei vaurioita, paitsi ehkä tulevissa yöunissa.

[pupucino]

Vaan aika tuntee rajansa. On vierailumme nopea. Sinä olet kauneinta, minkä ehdin kokea.

Behm

[teal-skull]

This Måneskin and Paru Itagaki collab was not in my 2023 bingo card... I can't believe Damiano David is a Beastars fan...

[ilovepejon]

If you aint päjon then were the fak ju ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ

[valejalkainen]

voi perse, multa loppui synteettinen valaanluu kesken ja tajusin että mun pitää lisätä vielä yhdet luukujat ääääääää

ehkä haen vaan nippusiteitä

[vieraslaji]

ääääääää VIHDOINKIN kylmät säät saapui :> (sori suomalaiset, tiiän et teidän lämpötilaan... tilanne on rankka just nyt enkä aio kerskailla)

[salmiakkisaatana]

Mä haluisin niiiin pahasti kertoo mun valitun nimen koska mä rakastan sitä ku ihmiset sanoo muo sil mut en oo viel kaapista ulos ni ääääääää

Mut en silti haluu kertoo mun nimee netissä kdkdndnd

[sw-x-rm]

Oon niin saatanan väsynyt ääääääää

[oneleggedflamingo]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Yhyyyy, yhyhyyy etc. Ääääh.

Laying on a door mat whining like a dog mood. So I am ok but feel the misery, the longing. Ääääääää. The human condition, many such cases.

[vildenooras]

8 giorni, amore ❤️

Ääääääää😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️

[sinsinewave]

oh dear goddess THIS SO MUCH minecraft has so much just, bad, game design that wouldn't even be that hard to fix, but it'd piss of the bloody minmaxers case in point; villagers they'd be so easy to make more interesting and in-depth, hell i'm almost tempted to make a hacky-ass mod to do that myself, but no, can't do that, if you make them any more complex you can't build a trading hall with minmaxed villagers in 1x1 boxes anymore or encouraging animal farms that look prettier and are more immersive and fitting to the vibe of the game by making animals require some open space and there's so fucking much of this, like, ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ modern minecraft tries to be a fun fantasy adventure and sandbox game, where you explore the world and build cool shit, yet it keeps having mechanics that encourage the exact opposite and like, minecraft is one of the few games that still have tons of separate servers, you can just, join another server if you don't like how they approach things on another and as op said, it's basically a bunch of singleplayer games in the same map most of the time, unless you count pvp and minigame servers which you shouldn't because those are just cramming an entirely different game in minecraft, which is not made for that

got tricked into having a game design opinion by a youtube short about minecraft mob farms and i want to say: balancing single-player games around the mob-farming, min-maxing sickos is a great way to make a game that has no fun in it

these people will always exist and they will just break it over and over and over and you will be on the back foot of game balance forever

i think a lot about how the binding of isaac, a single-player game where gains reset at the end of a run, which rarely goes more than an hour, wound up having an entirely vestigial, hollow void where the pills mechanic used to be, because they used pills as a stock item drop, and some of those pills would have stat boosts, so if you got a good pill with a stat boost, you could have that stat somewhat reliably, so now every single pill is "you are stupid asshole for using our game mechanic"

and like. who the fuck cares if some minecraft youtuber is building these 50 gigabyte maps that exists to do war crimes to zombies. who cares. you dont have to care about the people who play your single player game at the highest level. i know it seems like you do. but you dont

[mostly-stimssssssss]

OK RANDOM BULLSHIT TIME I HAD A HIGH THOUGHT THAT MAKES ME SOUND LIKE I'M ON CRACK ASDFJK-

Imagine-

Rhack, first off.

Ok so Jack and Rhys are talkin an whatever.

Something comes up and they start debating/fighting/arguing or whatever ya know?

And Rhys pulls out "John" and the masked bastard smirks.

He says and I quote "Oh... Baby. You thought I was John??"

He laughs and goes "You REALLY thought I was HANDSOME JACK!??!"

He moves away and takes a JJBA stance, screaming now "BUT IT WAS ME-"

He removes his mask to reveal not Handsome Jack, but- "D I O ! ! ! ! !"

Rhys wakes up in a cold sweat, screaming in pure fear, waking up his husband John.

It would also me awesomely hilariously amazing if it was "Gentle Jim" instead of "Dio", show his Pre Sequel face or somethin for it I dont know I'm dyin hahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Curtis, Sal Fisher/Sally Face shift

[vieraslaji]

ääääääää VIHDOINKIN kylmät säät saapui :> (sori suomalaiset, tiiän et teidän lämpötilaan... tilanne on rankka just nyt enkä aio kerskailla)

[the-psydelicrainbow-kinhelpcafe]

I'm sorry I'm going to die a little real quick---

To the Anonnie who sent in the Ian and Barley request for Hobbes to do...

HI!!! I LOVE YOU, YOU'RE AWESOME, I RESPECT YOU AND I HOPE YOU LIKE THE BEAUTIFUL WORK HOBBES DOES!!!!

I watched Onward just yesterday cause a dear friend of mine wanted someone to gush about it with so I live blogged to her and oh goodness I cried, but that's no surprise since it's Disney and I'm a Roman AND Patton kinnie bUT ANYWAYS---

[sinsinewave]

uhhh,, definitely,, totally,,, nothing wrong,,, everything is completely alright and i am completely normal and nothing is wrong at all and,, ääääääää

When you were 19

You had a fairly normal childhood. You had a good relationship with your parents. You did reasonably well in school. You struggled like everyone to figure yourself out, and for the most part you did. But as life continued, something felt off. You didn't enjoy the same parts of yourself as others did. You didn't find joy in the same activities as others did. You couldn't quite place it but something was wrong, there was something different.

When you were 19 you started reading about advancements in robotics, whispers of cybernetic upgrades, you were strangely filled with joy at the thought but also, a deep feeling of unease crept up your spine. When you were 20 you asked your friends how excited they were about breakthroughs in cybernetics, they barely showed an interest. You tried to bury it, convince yourself that it would never be possible. You lied.

When you were 24 the first person was given a robot body, that feeling returned. When you were 26 you made a friend. She was always talking about those people brave enough to undergo the process. You asked her if she wanted to, afraid. She said no. She said no but she understood. She understood why. She fought for them. For you. 

When you were 29 you broke. You couldn't take it anymore. The chronic pain was too much. The empty feeling in the mirror was too much. The envy was too much. You broke. 

When you were 29 you made a decision. You were done being broken. You were sick of being someone else. You became you. 

You were ready. 

What you weren't ready for were the looks. The whispers. The stares. Your parents pulled away, disagreeing with your “lifestyle”. Some of your friends withdrew, claiming you’d changed, you weren't yourself anymore. People rallied to stop the program. Governments labelled it “unnatural”. You weren't prepared. 

You weren't prepared for the friends that stayed. Those that rallied around you. The people fighting back when you couldn't. The love you found in yourself. The joy every new sensation brought. The new spark ignited within. You weren't ready for her. 

You were 31 when you met her. She was one of the first to transfer to a new body. A pioneer. You admired her strong personality. Her unapologetic self. You couldn't look away from her lazer engraved tattoos. Her ability to be who she was without fear. Your friends introduced you, knowing she’d understand. You were ready. 

She took you back to her place. She pushed you against her wall. She asked if you wanted this. You needed this. Her lips met yours. Her tongue danced across yours. You felt lightning through your artificial veins. She knew exactly how to melt you. How to undo you. How to make you feel. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re pulled back to your thoughts as she throws you onto her bed. Her visor barely displaying emotion, but you know what she’s feeling: hunger. You feel your fans kick up a gear as you're laid out under her gaze, her smirk causes coolant to desperately spread throughout your systems. You can feel your synthetic cock throb in your panties as she crawls across the bed towards you, excitement building deep inside you. Biting your lip in anticipation she begins to kiss her way up your thigh, her cold metal lips leaving the faintest of marks as she works her way towards her prize. Her metal fingers grasp at your hips as she curls them around your panties, threatening to pull them down.

“P-please…” you breathlessly whimper.

Having your consent she quickly and gently frees your half hard cock, licking her lips as she watches it grow slightly harder under her gaze. Before you have time to react she takes you completely into her mouth, sending sparks shooting up your body, synthetic nerves on fire as she holds you inside. Slowly working you up and down in her mouth you can barely think, every system in your body working overdrive to make sense of the fire spreading through your nerves and pathways. Minutes pass in what feels like hours, desperately holding onto the sheets to ground yourself. Releasing your cock from her mouth she climbs up your body, bringing her face within inches of your own, her body draped over yours.

“I'm going to make you cum, pretty bot” she whispers, just inches from your lips.

You reach up, connecting your lips together, seeming confident as you come undone so completely inside. She takes the sign and deepens the kiss, her tongue so delicately dancing with your own. Her hand grabs ahold of your cock, gently stroking you between the warmth of your two bodies, the pressure of her bearing down on you only adding to the overwhelming surges rushing through every inch of software you’ve got, her deep kisses and low moans into your mouth driving you and your fans wild, the heat almost overwhelming you. It's not long before you feel something building, something deep and animal, but entirely new, the animal now made of metal and code as you feel it forcing its way through you. You start to cum into her hand as she practically vibrates on top of you, you feel her smiling into your kiss as you lose control, your mind goes blank as you are hit with waves of pleasure. You’ve completely lost control.

You begin to come back to your senses, you fans still working overtime to vent the heat created by the two of you, your stomach slick with your own artificial cum. Laying on her side next to you, looking gently into your visor, she smiles and your insides melt once more. You say nothing as you nuzzle wordlessly into her chest. You never want this moment to end.

You were 31 when you knew you were right. You were 31 when you knew you were safe. You were 31 when you found yourself. Truly. 

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