#( letter;; Ram)

[candyheartedchy]

CHY I KNOW YOULL LOVE THIS AS MUCH AS I DO. THEY ALSO HAVE STICKERS 😭🥺

https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/1711804436/nordic-bunny-keychain-shred-force

THERE’S ALREADY MERCH OF HIM?!!

[get-rammed]

How did Security Monty/Diego’s safety protocols get deactivated? Did just decide one day “Yup, ima be a dick now.” Or what?? 😰

We'll have to wait and see :)

For the people who don't want to wait and see, and or want an in depth explanation-

More or less yes kind of lmao

Tldr; hyper advanced AI came to the conclusion 2/3's of people are bad. Meaning they serve no purpose and can be culled

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Diego is activated fully for 2 weeks. In those 2 weeks, he's away from Dawn a lot. Dawn was his only human contact, a fact she had tried to fight against for this very reason. Now he's in contact with two greasy men almost full time, and he hates them. They treat him like they do the other animatronics. While the others are sentient, they cannot grow and change in the way Diego can. Freddy will always be Freddy. Diego is not Security Monty. Diego grew from SM and made his own person. Not that the higher ups know though. Though he's far more logic driven due to his AI nature

So as he learns from these men, he comes to conclusion, "well I know three people, only one is good to me. That tells me only one third of people will be worth my time." which starts his mental list of what's worth while in a person. And what's not. Dawn takes note and tries to plead for the higher ups to shackle SM. They will not. If he's shackled, he's unable to make proper judgment calls. They need him to make split second judgment calls on people and recognize the mimic

Then the guys he's with stupidly take some swings at him. Throwing shit at him and generally just being assholes. Nothing terrible, but to someone sheltered like Diego...He has no real training for this. So he reacts in the only thing he does have real training for. Violence. Deactivating his safety protocols because he's able to just. Overwrite his own code.

In that moment he comes to the conclusion "Two thirds of people are not worth having around. I am doing a favor to the world." He does not see issue with killing "bad" people. Because he defines what fills in for bad

He tries to go to Dawn to show his learning. He's so ready to make her proud. And well. There's a reason when he's reactivated, he has a thing against his face being touched, hates screwdrivers anywhere near his head. And Dawn why has a robotic hand.

How am I gonna show this in my series? Idk yet lmao

[kingsmoot]

that one /r/asoiafcirclejerk poster was cooking with gas btw what kind of hannibal lecter ass...

[ladydarkey]

It's been a long time since I watched a movie with Ram Charan.

After the long break I decided to watch "Vinaya Vidheya Ramaa". People said the movie isn't that good and tbh at this point, 30 min in, I can't judge it.

I just had the urge to write down, that I fell in love with him again. Suddenly I realized how much I missed his face, acting, dance and voice. His calm, soothing voice. His marvelous, soft skin. His cute little chubby cheeks in contrast with his hard jawline.

His eyes. His beautiful dark eyes. Framed by those gorgeous long lashes every women would envy him for.

This man is so handsome, I can't even handle.

[thewildfl0wer]

( Byeol ): —Haramie ¿te emocionas al verme? Aecha comentó que los ojos de los vampiros beta se ponen rojos cuando están emocionados, me preguntaba si eso te pasaba. Aunque solo es curiosidad. No es tan en serio.

—Tu pregunta es extraña, lo que sucede es que al alimentarnos con la sangre o estamos en una situación de peligro constante puede mantenerse el color rojo intenso en nuestros ojos...Cuando estamos emocionados, al menos con lo que dice appa, nuestros ojos se dilatan y brillan más, quizás Ae se confundió con que tengo los ojos rojos al emocionarme, porque mis iris se ven más dilatadas. —

[astercontrol]

if you shift every letter in "HAL" to the letter that comes immediately after it in the alphabet you get "IBM"

if you do the same to "AI" you get "BJ"

this has absolutely no meaning and i am not sure why i am saying it

[crystal-verse]

FREE TRIAL IS GETTING EXPANDED UP TO STORMBLOOD LET'S GOOOOO

[sitadasi12345]

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing it will only intensify the urge to claim you as his own in every way.

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). possessive. talks of marriage. unprotected. breēding kink; crēampies. jealousy. pregnancy kink? reader gets called ‘baby, sweetheart, mama’ not proofread; excuse the grammar. wc: 1.7k

“look at that, baby,” satoru coos as he watches the golden necklace bounce around your collarbone with each wet thrust. it’s a 24k pure gold necklace he purchased just today, with his initials on it.

something inside him stirred the moment he put it on you. satoru couln’t help himself from pinning you to the couch and claiming you as his own for the nth time. it doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you; it’s never enough.

the letters ‘sg’ are shimmering under the light of the living room. the older man is grinning from ear to ear, nearly cumming from the sight of you wearing that necklace alone. it’s a sign of possession to him. you’re his—you’re only his. he’s the only one who can touch you like this.

“shit, ‘t makes me wanna put a ring on it,” satoru hisses, one of his hands pressing down on your lower tummy. you gasp and clutch at his broad back, nails digging into his flesh quite painfully. “i think i’d engrave my initials on the inside of the ring too, what do ya think?”

each word is punctuated with a thrust. his hips are non-stop ramming into yours, claiming even the deepest spots of your body beneath him. he leans down to trail kisses down your sensitive neck, eliciting a couple whines from your lips.

“d’y wanna get married, sweetheart?” the sudden proposal takes you off guard. you can’t believe satoru would ask such a thing while being balls deep inside you. you’re blabbering nonsense, your voice muffled due to the saliva building up in your mouth.

“m— married? babe, are you ser-” your question is left unanswered as your boyfriend kisses your plump lips. he switches to a slow and gentle pace, grinding into your needy cunt until it leaves you shaking. his fingers play with the golden jewelry around your neck.

a necklace will do. as long as you’ll wear that accessory from this day forward, he’ll be satisfied. the urge to make you his forever partner could be satiated. for now, that is. he knows you still have a bright future ahead of you, like getting your degree and first ever proper job.

“let’s have you finish university first, yeah?” satoru smiles down at you after detaching his lips from yours. he watches the string of saliva hang between your mouths, giving a short hum once it snaps. his big hand slithers down to cup your breast and knead it, kissing your nipple whilst holding eye contact, “i can wait for you.”

satoru sighs as he rolls his tongue around your hardened nipple. he’s drooling over your breasts, a drunken glint in his eyes. he’s so obsessed with you to the point that he’d marry you right now if he could. that proposal wasn’t a joke—but he figured that it also wasn’t the smartest.

he’ll give you a proper and serious proposal one day. though, now you know for sure that he’s gotten into this relationship with the thought of actually marrying you.

“but i also—fuck—can’t wait,” satoru whines, feeling your walls clamp down on his thick cock. his dick is pulsing with need, exploring your squishy insides while his balls prepare to release all semen stored right into your fertile womb. even if you may take a pill to get rid of any unwanted consequences, the thought of seeing your tummy swell with his child is making the older man go insane.

satoru buries his face between your breasts and breathes heavily against your sweaty skin. his hips move with renewed vigour, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasuring you, “wanna make you my wife ‘n breed this pretty pussy.”

you moan repeatedly, unable to stop yourself. especially after satoru frantically spews such lewd words. he’s getting lost in your cunt and the way it’s swallowing him in—into your pretty pussy that he owns. his pussy.

“wanna be your wife so bad, ‘toru,” you hiccup, nearly crying from the intense pleasure. you’d love to be satoru’s wife. he already treats you so well while you’re his girlfriend, you can’t imagine how much better it’s going to get once you’re officially his. your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of being able to call him your husband.

the white-haired man chuckles. his blue eyes stare down at you with nothing but love, “yeah? mh, i’ll treat you so well every single day. g’nna come home to you ‘n give you some proper loving.”

satoru can already imagine it. coming home to you after a long day of work, needing a quick release. seeing you greet him at the door will send him into a frenzy. especially if you’re wearing an apron—he’s a sucker for domestic stuff.

you, his wife, taking care of him after a rough day at work. . . it’s a dream come true. he’ll spoil you with materialistic gifts and his unending love so you’ll live a happy life.

oh, don’t get him started on kids. satoru ruts into you like his life depends on it, the hypnotising rhythm of your boobs jiggling in circles is making him drool. having a little family with you is his end goal. you’ll be such a good mother and he’ll be such an amazing dad; a perfect combination.

satoru can already picture the amount of times he’ll dump his cum inside of you, without any restrictions. without you taking a pill or him wrapping a condom around his dick. his libido is going to be at an all time high when the time comes.

even if satoru ages a bit, he’s sure that he’s going to be able to have sex with you non stop. you get him hard without fail every single time. you’re his everything—the apple of his eyes.

your lover nearly chokes on his own saliva. he pushes his cock in to the base, burying it as deep as possible. your fingers curl around the pillow you’re holding for support, your eyes rolling back. his pink tip hit the right spot. that sweet spot that makes you cum without fail.

satoru bites his bottom lip. the way he’s looking at you, with a possessive kind of love and lust, is simply too much. his oceanic eyes are glimmering with need. erotic images flash through his mind of him impregnating you, “going to put a baby into you as soon as you’re ready.”

your tummy fills with butterflies. the way he’s talking to you like you’re already a married couple is making your pussy even wetter than it already is. it’s like it’s begging satoru to give it to you already—to make it store all his cum.

his eyes roll back as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. he has to hold himself back from cumming too soon. he wants to cherish every second spent inside of your warm body. satoru attaches his lips to your breasts again, “mhhh, y’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant, mama. those tits of y’rs. . .”

his voice is barely audible because he’s busy sucking on your nipples. your boyfriend is imagining the pair growing with each semester, filling out perfectly to store milk for the baby.

satoru cannot wait to be the reason why your body will change so much. you’ll be even prettier than you already are, that he can tell already. he’s going to give you gifts every day, to thank you for carrying his child. he’s going to spoil you rotten because you deserve it and so much more.

he can’t wait for the married life with you. many men dread that life, but that’s not the case with satoru. every day of his married life will be spent with his wife—you—and the honeymoon phase will never end. ever.

satoru’s cock is twitching and begging for the much needed release. he pounds you into the couch until you’re screaming in pleasure, feeling him so deep inside you. he’s so big, he’s stretching you out so well to the point of no return. the older man grins at the sight of your already fucked out face, “cunt ‘s gonna be so swollen because of how much i’ll pleasure her—paint her all white with my cum.”

satoru’s nasty words are causing unspeakable things to your body. you’re on the brink of reaching that euphoric state. the dirty talk is too much to handle at this point. your limbs are tingling and your cunt is aching to be stuffed full of his hot semen.

“s-satoru, don’t say such stuff,” you comment in a shaky breath. your head is spinning and your hands desperately reach out to hold onto his shoulders, squeezing the skin. your hips are bucking up lightly, your clit bumping against satoru’s pelvic area with each thrust, “i’m gonna cum if you keep saying that.”

your lover’s grin widens even more. he knows you enjoy it when he whispers such dirty stuff in your ear. that’s mainly the reason why he does it. he’s talked you through multiple orgasms before—it’s quite easy to do so with his husky voice and manly touch.

“that’s fine, baby,” satoru coos and leaves one last, sloppy kiss on your nipple before leaning in to attach his lips to yours. his tongue swirls around yours as you share your spit, the mixture trickling down your chins.

his hips don’t stop. he positions his lower body in an angle that gets you screaming for mercy, which he won’t do. he craves to ruin you on his cock, to see you melt with pleasure underneath him.

“make a mess on my dick while i make a mess inside of you,” satoru encourages you which seals the deal. your body shakes as you feel the waves of pleasure run through your system. you can feel hot ropes of cum nestle deep inside of your cunt. your boyfriend shudders at the sensation and helps you ride your climax out.

he pushes in and back out a few times, lazily, his finger finding your clit to rub until you’ve calmed down. “good girl. y’ took all of it, hm? lovely,” satoru nearly collapses on top of you after the energy leaves his body, careful not to crush you underneath his weight.

he doesn’t bother to pull out. he keeps his cum plugged into you—relishing the moment of ecstasy. even if he can’t fully breed you now, he’ll wait until the day he can.

“i love you, wifey,” satoru kisses your temple, tiredly giggling at the nickname he gave you. in his mind, you are already his one and only woman.

his wife and partner for life.

[jeevanjali]

Ramlala Pran Pratishtha: बहुत ही दुर्लभ योग में होगी रामलला की प्राण प्रतिष्ठाRamlala Pran Pratishtha:भारत के लिए 22 जनवरी का दिन बहुत शुभ है आपको बता दें कि इस तिथि को इतिहास के पन्नों में सुनहरे अक्षरों में लिखा जाएगा आपको बता दें कि इस दिन अयोध्या के राम मंदिर में प्राण प्रतिष्ठा किया जाएगा

[candyheartedchy]

I'm just messing around with a Sona for a certain show with the guitar man villian....🤭 I need to also make a hero outfit but.....so far just this... (It's obvious what it is......)

AAAAAA YOUR SONA LOOKS SO GOOD SO FAR!! 🥺

[get-rammed]

Ram, LOOK. ☹️

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Submitted by @letters-numbers-and-dashes-pls

I'm so sorry omfg. This is genuinely so funny. Man's ready to bite

[asexualbookbird]

Steam can work in Linux! Or at least I'm 95% sure it can. (The steam deck runs on Linux iirc.) I got Steam after I ended up back with windows and haven't switched back to Linux yet because I'm not sure which distro I want to try next, but I'm preeetty sure that Steam will work with at least a few distros, like Ubuntu and Debian.

my problem stems more from I don't understand anything about linux lol it's a future problem so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hopefully microsoft doesn't go the subscription route bc I genuinely will probably never use a computer again lmao

[ram-de]

tagar

it's been a while since i write my thoughts here. i am highly preoccupied with several other distractions of my choice that i switch here and there as i like. that's old news, though. let me write in Bahasa Indonesia.

Oke. Nggak tahu kenapa tiba-tiba pengen nulis. Em, ada sih, alesannya. Karena kadang lihat sosmed, scroll timeline Twitter serasa ngeliat dunia jelek amat. Nggak dunia, sih. Yah, bisa dibilang dunia. Karena tempat yang pernah kusinggahi cakupannya kecil juga. Negara gini amat, ya.

Sok amat komplain negara padahal secara personal gak terlalu ngaruh juga. Yah, mungkin bakal ngaruh kalau suatu hari aku keluar. Kayaknya nggak, sih. Susah kayaknya buat jadi diri sendiri yang autentik kalau gak ada jaminan bakal aman bisa hidup aman sehari-hari. Tapi gatel banget pengen numpahin hal yang ditutup ke seseorang, karena kadang pengen meledak rasanya. Serasa gak ada yang ngerti apa yang dirasain. (dramatik)

Oke, jadi apa yang jadi trigger buat tiba-tiba menulis? Intinya cuitan orang sih, konteksnya pertanyaan tentang sebagai orang tua, apa yang bakal dilakuin kalau anaknya come out.

"Pilihan cuma 2 mau berubah apa mati di tangan gue?"

Kayak, woy, miris banget. Dan cuitan ini gak dikit loh, yang mirip-mirip pendapat tersebut. Rasa benci sampai punya pikiran buat ngebunuh, em, anak sendiri. Tulisannya emang pertanyaan hipotetis, ya, tapi woy sentimen yang ditulis disana? Kayak? Nir-empati banget. Bayangin seseorang ngumpulin keberanian di situasi yang mana mereka vulnerable banget dihadapan sosok yang mereka percayai, dan dijawab kayak gitu. Gak kebayang rasa sedihnya. Penolakan atas keberadaan mereka sebagai, ya, diri sendiri.

Hoy, kalau emang gampang buat ngerubah hal itu? Mana ada orang yang mau milih buat jadi orang yang dilahirin "salah", salah dengan tanda kutip karena buat ku sendiri sadar sekarang kalau gak ada yang salah sama diriku. Dan buat nyampe di titik ini gak langsung loh, pait banget bohongin diri sendiri. Seenganya ketika ku nerima diri kayak gini, aku bisa nafas lebih lega, walaupun cuma seorang yang tahu. Ini bukan penyakit, karena tiap penyakit pasti ada obatnya. Dan bukan hal yang bisa diubah juga. Tapi mana peduli buat mereka yang udah terpatri pikirannya sama kebencian, gak ada gunanya ngomong sama tembok.

Jadi ya, aku ngomong sama ruang kosong, the void. Ha.

Aku bukan orang yang "rusak", ya, setidaknya bukan untuk hal ini. Rusak mental, mungkin. Heu. Lupakan. Aku percaya Ibuku nggak punya pikiran kayak cuitan diatas. Tapi tersirat gimana kalau...? Aku nggak tahu bakal ngapain, kalau itu terjadi. Yah, aku juga nggak penasaran, dan untuk itu aku bakal simpen hal ini dalem-dalem buat sekarang.

Intinya. Gak ada intinya, sih. Yah, udahlah. Gak ada intinya juga. Aku pikir nggak dikit orang yang ada di situasi kayak aku sekarang. Sendiri dan tertutup. Mungkin ada yang masih struggle buat nerima hal-hal yang diluar apa yang "normal", mungkin ada yang milih buat fokus hal lain, mungkin juga ada yang bisa menyesuaikan dengan hal yang "seharusnya". Nggak ada buku manual buat hidup, hanya mungkin perlu melihat kiri dan kanan karena tempat dimana kita tinggal sekarang nggak terlalu aman kalau kebencian masih jadi suara yang lantang.

well... if you're out there somewhere, then i want to say that well, we're not really alone. but still, do what you have to do to be safe. i am what i am and so are you too :)

[limeghosty]

Attack on Sparta on ArtFight!

[thewildfl0wer]

Ramie ¿Qué se siente vivir con Byeolie? 👀

—Es extraño vivir en un lugar diferente al de la organización pero me pagan por ello. Vigilo a Byeol más de cerca. Mi padre me manda todas las semanas potes de comida con las pastillas compensatorias para que no provocar una masacre.—