#Goog rambles

[ginyia]

Just saw your post about NaruMitsu and I think I understand the direction of what you mean by them being flanderized, but I don't think I get your points. I'd love to hear what part of them are flanderized by the fandom :o

Well tbf I didn’t give any points so there weren’t any to get /s. I’d also like to clarify I’m not criticizing anyone’s interpretation of these guys. This is entirely based on my perception of these characters so like…I can’t dictate what other people feel I’m merely making claims on my own personal opinion. They’re fictional characters and it doesn’t matter, I’m just gonna rant bc you asked lol.

That being said, as to what I said in my initial post, every character in the ace attorney series is flanderized by both capcom and the fandom.

Both phoenix and edgeworth get oversimplified a TON and that bleeds into the depiction of their relationship. What I personally love about the ace attorney series is that there is so much emotional devastation but the characters continue to be themselves throughout this trauma. The flanderizstion, to me, comes from people’s desire to lean too far into this trauma and make the characters personality rooted in it instead of grown from it. People’s qualities are influenced by their trauma, especially extreme circumstances, but they are not defined by them.

When it comes to the interpretation of these characters, I find that there is a tendency to grasp onto one potential side effect of a traumatic circumstance and make it their entire personality. In terms of narumitsu, I see this a lot with “edgeworth is a complete softy who is just waiting for someone to save him” and “phoenix is a naive trusting fool who will throw his life on the line for anyone”. These are exaggerated statements, but I see it a lot in the depiction.

What I love about this pair is that they are just some guys. They are crazy, but they are just some guys. They are so incredibly normal, but they experience complex feelings as any person would. Personally, I feel as if sometimes these feelings and idiosyncrasies are leaned into too much to a point where the initial heart is lost and the character gets flanderized.

[steelthroat]

I was painting and the religious-fanatic teacher came to me and started asking questions about my work. I answered them and I was ready to go on with my day and she goes "we used to talk more when you were well..."

And I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at her like "wtf" because lady you are under 2 wrong assumptions here:

I would let YOU of all people be aware of my mental state or personal life or anything that concerns ME at all.

That we had some kind of amicable relationship to begin with? No, I don't know how you got the wrong impression since I just ever talked to you after I disagreed with your views, criticized you and almost fought with you because you said something both incredibly stupid and triggering... just because I've kept things civil doesn't mean I don't consider you anything other than a pretentious asshole.

The audacity of this woman, to think she can come to me and act all motherly and attentive while trying to get her nose in my personal life while bringing up a past bond which never fricking existed????? What like do you miss our disagreements???

And I just told her, "But... I'm good tho" which is not 100% true, but that's none of her business anyway

And she goes "yeah but you were even better"

BITCH????? No I wasn't? I'm not doing super now but I've vastly improved since last year so idk are you tripping or something???? And then she says something else about my work and keeps talking to me and I'm being civil and cordial because I'm not a rude asshole even if he doesn't even deserve this courtesy for the way she treats us.

Idk what's wrong with her, like she thinks I'm some kind of "problematic kidTM" for the way I look who needs salvation?? Which is not true, I don't need you as a mother. I already have a loving family and friends. Thank you and get the hell away from me????

And even if I were looking for someone's help for anything, I would NEVER in a hundred thousand years go to her for it. Not even for a broken nail lol.

She would probably tell me to go to church and confess or some shit. She already told me to call a confessor for my grandma because she had a little accident when she heard me talking about it with someone else... fkn hell.

[enzo-rambles]

A little something something

[p-wrryyy-mordial-soup]

i shoulg be drawing but i am making my 2000th google sheet to sort arbitrary things gootbye

[lethalbreadkills]

its so fun getting notes on my reblog account as im violently rebloggimg ashrym content because by fucking god i love critical role and im just like ok bestie ,........ do u also enjoy crit tole or are you just going oh they look silly. its a fun game. why are you liking the queers friend,,,,,,,

[flightlessaugury]

Who knew that when a program says the file needs to be in .txt format, with encoding of Unicode UTF-8 and "insert line breaks" that it ACTUALLY needs that to function properly! That's insane! Woah!!!

Side note, fuck you ms word for making it so convoluted to actually get to that fucking point. I was fine, I understood what needed to be clicked, but why'd you have to make it so confusing to get to that window.

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt26

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“Looks like you two had a productive chat,” Wilford said as Jackie and Marvin went down the hall. He stood outside the examination room, door closed as if he knew they were due to arrive soon. 

“We’ll say that,” Marvin said. “Everyone still in there?” He gestured to the door. 

“Yep. It’s starting to run out of space in there with Maddy, Mare, and Phan showing up. 

“That sounds like a crowded nightmare.” Marvin scrunched his nose. 

“Oh, it is.” Wilford clicked his tongue. “I give ol’ Google about a minute until it becomes too much and he’s out here with me. So, before he comes in and shuts my idea down, I’d like to make a suggestion for our current problem.” 

“I didn’t hurt them, right?” Jackie asked, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“The only thing you bruised was Dark’s ego.” Wilford chuckled.

“What a shame,” Marvin said. 

“You and Dark will get along eventually. Braid hair and talk about cute boys as you had put it.” Wilford twirled his mustache with a finger.

“You weren’t there when I said that. Did Illinois tell you?” 

“Wasn’t I?” Wilford poked his cheek with a hum, lost in thought for a second before just shrugging. “So, my idea-”

“Wait, Did Illinois-”

“-I’m thinking of having Jackie take a nap so he won’t get scared,” Wilford spoke over Marvin as if he hadn’t in the first place. Marvin decided to bite his tongue and save that question for later. 

“Take a nap? You mean knock me out?” Jackie’s face showed that he wasn’t the most fond of that idea. “I mean, if you think it’ll make sure no one’s hurt. We’ve had some really close calls before. Like when I nearly kicked Google’s face but his glasses fell off and they got stepped on or the time Anti tried to get my shoulders and I headbutted his-” 

“I have an idea as well.” Marvin blurted out. Jackie’s rambling getting the thought to come to mind. “It doesn’t involve cotton candy anesthesia, but if it works, Chase is probably going to kick his own ass for not thinking of it himself.” 

“If it doesn’t work, I still vote on letting him nap,” Wilford said. 

“Calling it a nap doesn’t make it less scary,” Jackie muttered. The three of them stopped and turned when the door opened. Google stepped out, holding his phone to his ear and pausing at the sight of the others.

“Who ya calling there, Google?” Wilford nearly sang his question. 

“No one.” Google quickly answered. 

“Hey, Googs!” Bing’s distinctive tone came from the phone. 

“Calling Bing?” Wilford continued his singing voice.

“I’m catching him up,” Google stated before walking off, whispering into the phone so he couldn’t be heard. 

“How many cans of worms are there with this group?” Marvin asked. 

“I don’t have enough fingers to count,” Jackie said. “But that one is actually new to me.” 

“I can fill you in later,” Wilford said with a wink. 

“Yes, later, because I’m about to tear my own skin off with this dried mud on me.” Marvin walked past Wilford and into the room, hearing footsteps behind him and knowing that it was Jackie following him. 

“How are you still moving around caked in that shit?” Phantom asked. 

“Pure spite at this point,” Marvin answered. “Now, do we still need blood from me and Jackie?” 

“We have several running theories but in order to confirm or disprove them, we’d need a closer look at…” Mad’s sentence trailed off when he just got looked at. “Yes. We do.”

Marvin wasn’t staring at Mad because he was talking too much, he was looking because he noticed something was different about him. He could have sworn Mad’s eyes were a light brown but they were a dark purple and as he changed his sentence, his eye color changed as well, turning to a light orange. 

“Your eyes changed,” Marvin said. 

“Oh, yeah, they do that. I’ve been wearing brown contacts around you. Everyone else panicked when they saw them the first time and I didn’t want you to do the same. We came over here so fast that I didn’t have time to put them in.” Mad explained, the orange in his eyes getting brighter the more he spoke. 

“No need to hide them from me, I think they’re pretty cool,” Marvin said with a kind smile, seeing how the orange started having a redder hue to them as a tint of pink appeared on Mad’s cheeks. 

“We should focus on how to fix your and Jackie’s eyes.” Mad was clearly trying to turn the topic away from himself. 

“I have a plan. Henrik, do your usual thing to get what you need from Jackie.” Marvin looked over to where Jackie was talking with Illinois and Yancy. 

“I’m sorry for freaking out like that,” Jackie said. 

“Yous don’t gotta apologize.” Yancy waved a hand. 

“Everyone, well almost everyone, has their fears,” Illinois said. 

“Quit actin’ like you ain’t scared of something.” Yancy lightly slapped Illinois’ arm with the back of his hand. 

“It’s not an act.” Illinois grinned. 

“We’ll scare you one day.” Jackie chuckled. 

“Ready to try my idea?” Marvin asked, joining the group. 

“Oh, yeah, sure. Do I need to like do anything special?” Jackie already looked a bit worried. 

“Just sit on the end of the chair, facing that wall.” Marvin gestured to the spot he was talking about. 

“Okay?” Jackie followed the direction, watching as Marvin ushered the others to move, getting half of them out of the room and the other half to stay at the edge of the room. Dark looked like he wanted to protest but a quick whispered comment from Wilford got him to just roll his eyes and step aside as instructed. 

“I got this part.” Marvin took the disinfecting wipe from Henrik and started cleaning off the crook of Jackie’s arm. “So you know how you’ve been getting me to watch those superhero movies?” He asked Jackie.

“Yeah, we’re gonna watch Into The Spiderverse next.” Jackie sounded confused as he watched Marvin clean him off, toss the wipe aside, and then stand directly in front of him. 

“There’s a question I’ve seen online and I need your opinion. Tobey, Andrew, Tom. Who’s the best Spider-Man?” Marvin hoped the question would do what he assumed it would. 

“Oh! I’ve seen that talk before!” Jackie perked right up. “Like how sometimes there’s being a really good Spider-Man and being a really good Peter Parker and trying to find a way to do the other way since, like, yeah Peter and Spider-Man are the same person but there’s always the-” He went right into an excited ramble like Marvin had planned. Marvin shot a look at Henrik who thankfully caught on and got to work getting a blood sample while Jackie was distracted. Chase slapped his palm to his forehead, also proving Marvin right that he knew he should have thought of this sooner. 

“I think Tom does a younger Spider-Man really well and-”

“This is ridiculous,” Dark muttered as he left the room. “All it took was that.” His mutters continued until he was out of hearing range. 

“I think it’s like super cool how he actually has the webbing coming out of him while the others make their own webbing.” Jackie’s spiel continued without missing a beat, Henrik already halfway done with the blood draw at this point. 

“I could probably make that stuff,” Mad said. 

“You could!?” Jackie turned to look at Mad and Marvin quickly caught his head, both hands on his face and he guided him to look forward again. He was not about to risk him seeing the needle and panicking. Jackie had to take a second to recover from the gesture as Marvin grabbed Mad’s arm and pulled him over to stand beside him. 

“How would you make the webbing?” Marvin prompted. Mad perked up just like Jackie had done.

“There’s a lot of different methods we could use. We’d have to account for some variables if Jackie wishes to swing on the webbing.”

“I totally want to swing!” Jackie bounced a bit on his rear while Mad bounced on his feet. 

“I’d need your weight to make sure the webbing is at least strong enough to hold that and-” Mad rambled on with Jackie adding his ideas and thoughts. Marvin sighed in relief and sat himself in one of the chairs in the room. Anti chuckled as he moved to stand next to him.

“Looks like you’ve used his rambling to your advantage,” Anti said. 

“He’s a lot happier talking about his movie stuff.” Marvin had a smile while watching the two excited men planning a Spider-Man-themed experiment. 

“You like seeing him happy.”

“Of course.” 

“Isn’t that cute?”

“I will shave your head.” 

“All done,” Henrik said, cleaning off the spot and seeing that the small wound already healed by the time it was clean. 

“All done?” Jackie echoed, seeing Henrik holding a vial of blood. “All done?” He said again, looking at his arm and then at Marvin. 

“All done,” Marvin confirmed, giving Jackie a thumbs-up. 

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Illinois chuckled. “All it took was a new head to figure this out.”

“Nothing looks different at a surface level.” Henrik committed, beginning his observations. “We’ll need a sample from Marvin next.” 

“Could you get that one hair mask you mentioned?” Marvin asked Jackie, seeing him tense up. 

“Yep!” Jackie didn’t miss a beat and took off. 

“I’ll go bring him some juice.” JJ chuckled, already in the fridge and leaving the room, flashing a quick smile to Wilford as he passed.

“Let me help you.” Wilford offered and followed him. 

x~x~x

Marvin used Henrik’s bathroom to wash up while Henrik and Mad studied his and Jackie’s blood. He had to keep the door open and the others kept an ear out just in case there was a problem, thankfully, the shower had gone smoothly. 

Marvin didn’t feel any different. Yes, his eyes were still red but nothing felt wrong or off or anything that would raise alarms for him. During the peace of the shower, he did focus on his internal being, and while he felt his own magic, some other magic was in there as well. Maybe that was causing the redness in their eyes. 

Right now Marvin and Jackie sat together on the examination chair once more. Jackie needed to do something with his hands or, to quote him, ‘he’d die of boredom’, so he helped Marvin with applying the hair mask. Using a comb to make sure the product got to the roots of his hair. Marvin just went with it since it always felt nice to have someone playing with his hair but also knowing Jackie really needed something soothing to do after all he’s been through today. Physically and mentally. 

The other Ipliers were sent home. Dark stayed behind to relay any vital information once everything was done. The crowd was no longer needed since there weren’t any immediate signs of danger. Anti got bored and left and JJ excused himself to finish a task he had been working on before Marvin and Jackie returned. 

So it was Jackie, Marvin, Henrik, Chase, Mare, Phantom, Mad, and Dark left in the room. Still plenty of people but at least the crowd shrank somewhat. Marvin was just ready for all this to be done and over with. He was running out of time to get some proper reading done before bed. 

“Now can we confirm it was what I said it was since the beginning?” Phantom asked with a huff. 

“We have tested everything, so yes,” Henrik said. 

“What’s up with us?” Jackie asked, putting the comb down.

“It’s a curse,” Phantom stated.

“A-mother fucker.” Marvin grunted and rubbed his face. “Of course, it’s a curse.”

“Our eyes are cursed?” Jackie scrubbed his eyes with closed fists. 

“In a way.” Mare said. “It’s likely a warning of what the new Ego could do. The magic seems similar to what me and Phantom use. Chaos-based with a focus on illusion. We can dispel the curse right now or it’ll fade naturally within a day or two.” 

“I should have known it was just a visual curse.” Marvin was annoyed at himself for not catching it sooner. He could probably break the curse on his own but didn’t want to risk misreading it and causing permanent damage. “This is beyond anticlimatic.” 

“I’d rather it be something boring than a big problem,” Chase said. 

“I wouldn’t say boring,” Mad said. “Like Mare had said, the eyes were simply a warning. A sign that he is capable of altering our bodies. We don’t know the extent that he is capable of.” 

“Sorry, but-um-can we fix the eyes while we talk about this?” Jackie asked. 

“Dibs on the himbo,” Phantom said before going to Jackie while Mare rolled his eyes and went to Marvin. 

“It’ll take no more than ten seconds,” Mare said, holding his hands up and silently asking permission to use his magic on Marvin. Marvin just nodded his understanding and closed his eyes when Mare’s hands held his head, thumbs on his temples, and the rest of his fingers on the sides of his neck. 

Dark said something but Marvin couldn’t hear him, focusing on the magic surging through his head. Chaos magic felt like its name. Erratic, loud, fuzzy but there was a strange sense of control to it. A control that had to be formed or the magic would break anything and everything it could reach. The magic danced around before finding the string that connected to the curse and it snapped it. Marvin blinked hard a few times when Mare lowered his hands. 

“All clear,” Mare stated. 

“I keep forgetting how blue your eyes are.” Phantom chuckled. “Marvin’s got some blue ones too but his are more like sapphire while yours are ocean.” 

“Thanks?” Jackie tilted his head.

“That’s interesting,” Mad said softly to himself, his gaze on Marvin and a hint of green showing in his eyes. Marvin was going to ask what Mad meant but was cut off by Dark.

“Now, since that is all done.” Dark picked up his blazer and draped it over his arm. “Myself and the other Ipliers will handle our newest member.” 

“But Host said it’s supposed to be Jackie and Marvin.” Chase protested.

“I will need to speak with him about that. We do not crossover like this unless we are creating a new branch. Something is wrong and I will find the solution to it.” Dark turned his neck and cracked it. “Until then. Marvin and Jackie are not to make contact with this new Iplier.” 

“We can’t go against-you son-of-a-bitch.” Chase cursed when Dark left without another word. “I am going to shoot his dick off, I swear to God.” 

[the-morningstar-family]

*quietly really happy * I... I didn't know what to do, and I can suddenly see so much in here, and I wanted to say thank you, you know, just a little and- *rambling HARD * Oh, I should leave you be, right, sorry, just-

Anyways I wanted to say *rummages * Here! Googley eyes! I put them on my inhaler a while back, makes it easier to use! Don't question the magic!

- 🦉

Alastor, smile softening: "You don't have to leave, you are welcome to stay."

Lucifer is working on putting the googely eyes on the inhaler. He shakes it softly, just enough to make the eyes move. Nova giggles at the sight.

Lucifer: "You're not forced to either, of course! But we're really glad to have you around"

Nova leans forward to Ceres, embracing them hesitantly.

Nova: "Thank you for the eyes"

[iamfruitie]

Kinktober 2023 Day 22

Double Penetration

“Oh fuck, I’m-I’m gonna-ah~!” Bing clawed at Green’s back, cumming all over his hand and feeling Red’s cock still moving inside of him. He was sandwiched between the two on the bed. Oliver sat on the bed with them, slowly working himself open with a toy, while Google was on the other side of the room, sitting in a chair and watching everything with the biggest smirk. 

“I bet you’re nice and relaxed now~” Red chuckled into Bing’s ear, reaching a hand down and pushing a finger into him with his cock, feeling that he was indeed relaxed enough to take in so much more. “Think you’re ready for two cocks? Poor Green’s been so patient.” 

“I’m ready. I am so ready.” Bing was already getting hard again. Being an Android came with so many perks. “Please, Green, fill me up~” He just got the words out before Green caught him in a kiss, hands going to his hips to adjust him. Red pulled hush hand away and helped guide Green’s cock to slowly push into Bing. “Holy fuck~!” Bing gasped, eyes rolling at how full he was now. 

“Let him sit for a moment. Make sure he feels all of it before you start moving.” Google directed from his chair. 

“We can do that.” Green chuckled, keeping a firmer hold on Bing’s hips while Red went for his waist. 

“But-But Googs! Please!” Bing whined, trying to move himself, but with two other Androids holding him still. It was impossible. 

“Be a good boy and wait a moment. Oliver wants to play, too.” Google nodded at Oliver, who licked his lips and took the toy out of himself. 

“Bingy? Can I ride~?” Oliver crawled over and slipped between Bing and Green, pressing his back to Green’s chest while running his hands down Bing’s. 

“Yes, yes, yes-” Bing couldn’t get the words out fast enough. Oliver only giggled and stopped his rambles with a kiss, hands going to his shoulders to help lift himself enough, so he could start sinking on Bing’s cock. He swallowed the other’s moans and pulled away with another giggle, resting his forehead on Bing’s shoulder.

“Now, isn’t that a perfect sight?” Google hummed, uncrossing his legs and showing Bing how much he enjoyed all this. “Go on, put on a show.” 

“Oh, fuck~!” Bing cried out when all three started to move. Oliver found a fast pace to fuck himself on his cock while he felt Red and Green taking turns thrusting up into him. “It’s so-It’s so much~! So good~!” He was still stuck in a way that prevented him from moving, only able to take what was given and cling to Oliver and Green like his life depended on it, leaning back against Red and moaning loudly. 

“There we go, just like that.” Google placed a hand on his thigh, resisting the strong urge to touch himself, but kept his composure and only allowed his hand to be close. He wanted to see Bing a complete mess before he stepped in and was the final addition to the mess. 

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m-” Bing dug his nails into whatever skin he could reach, tilted his head back, and moaning loudly, cumming inside of Oliver.  “Don’t stop, don’t stop~” He panted when the three did exactly that, none missing a beat and working Bing up and through overstimulation. Oliver didn’t last much longer after that, always getting too worked up from seeing his partner being in so much pleasure, and he leaned over, biting into Bing’s shoulder and cumming all over both of their stomachs. 

“Bingy~” Oliver moaned into Bing’s ear, holding on to him fully and riding through his own high.

“Sh-Shit,” Red grunted as his thrusts suddenly got harder. Bing felt tears beginning to form, and he whimpered at the feeling of Red cumming inside of him. Oliver took that brief pause to get off of Bing, but he stayed at his side and kissed his cheek, rubbing his chest to help him through as Green went back to fucking him eagerly. Red was also now hugging Bing around the stomach, tucking his face against his neck and holding on as he felt Green’s cock brushing against his own sensitive one. 

“Almost-Almost there.” Green groaned, gripping Bing’s hips harshly, and after several more strong thrusts, he was tensing up and cumming, adding to what was already inside of Bing. 

“So…S-So full.” Bing’s legs trembled a bit. 

“You did so good, Bingy.” Oliver praised. 

“Very good.” Red echoed, kissing Bing’s neck as he slowly pulled out. 

“Perfectly,” Green added as he did the same. 

“Such a good boy.” Google hummed low in his throat as he got up and went over to the bed, catching Bing in a kiss. 

“Googs~” Bing sang with a giggle, eyes glazed and showing his brain was no longer with them. He was off in a happy, fluffy, blissful place, and Google adored the way he was when there. 

“We’ll get you cleaned up in a moment, okay?” Google spoke in a whisper, sitting on the edge of the bed and running a hand across Bing’s chest as the other undid his jeans and finally letting his freed his cock and started stroking himself. “We’re going to get you all cleaned up, and then we’ll sleep in a nice big pile. How does that sound?” 

“Cuddles~” Bing giggled some more, eyes fluttering at the feeling of Oliver, Red, and Green’s hands massaging the rest of his body. 

“Only the best for you.” Google started softly panting, he knew he wouldn’t last long, and when he looked down at Bing’s mess of a body, that was enough to get him to cum already. “Fuck~” He groaned, hand gripping the bed covers, and he bit his lip, nearly drawing blood from it. “Alright, I’m good. Let’s finish taking care of Bing.” Google wiped his hand off on his pants, knowing they’d be off in a moment and joining the pile of clothing from the others. 

“Bean!” Bing squealed and hugged Green down to him. 

“I guess I will stay with Bing on the bed while the wash rags get gathered.” Green chuckled. 

The others agreed with head nods and, with all of them working together, it didn’t take long before they were all cleaned, and Bing was practically purring while in the middle of a big cuddle pile, feeling soft, warm, and loved. 

[roxaloxin]

getting cancelled

a Really Long Rambling under the cut.

"dont like, dont read/look/etc" is just. so nice, right. but then. people go BUT I WANNA YELL AT IT. and subject themselves, to things they don't like but are likely harmless (if not taboo/controversial.) and rile themselves up abt it. and its so stupid. like isnt it kinda universal, the ability to just. blacklist shit you really dont wanna see. if you dont like it, dont police the perceived morals of others on the internet who might.

ive seen Disgusting fiction, in all forms, on the superhighway. but i dont lead crusades out of my disgust. i go "ew i dont like that." and i move on with my life.

but im a silly little goog, so what do i know,, me saying things on tumblr wont do shit for anyone. nobody feels its necessary to change unhealthy worldviews/behaviors. nobody cares. bleh.

[ginyia]

Petition for capcom to bring back 2D sprites in aa7. Yes there will be an aa7

[dbphantom]

A story in 4 parts

[lenskij]

Stories, huh? Stories is what makes us human...

Recently borrowed this book from my local library, because someone on here told me this was their favourite book and that always makes me want to read it - especially if it's a book I've never heard of.

It's the Swedish translation of Potop by Henryk Sienkiewicz. It was translated in 1901, which is the edition my library had. And I am losing my mind.

I've read a lot of classic literature, and I'm already 'used to' the amazing thought of reading the same stories as people did hundreds of year ago, but when I went to fetch this book and actually held it in my hands my brain got fried from the thought that over a hundred years ago someone held this exact book, reading the same ink on the same paper, but in a completely different world.

You can see on the picture that it's not the original covers (good, because otherwise I wouldn't dare read it for fear of accidentally destroying it). But the pages are the same, and everytime I pick it up I imagine who else has read this - it's a library copy, so it could have been anyone, anytime. Did someone read it during the previous pandemic, did they, like me, wear their mask when they went to the library? How did they travel to the library - did they walk or did they have a horse, who (and when) was the person that first took the car to the library, like I did? How did this book get from the publisher in Stockholm to my library? (I usually take the plane). Also, this little book is older than the building I'm in, older than anything in this apartment.

And yet, although the world has changed since this book's printing, there's one thing that connects me to all the people that have read it: the story within these pages. I'm only starting on chapter seven, so I don't have anything to say about the story yet, but I can already sense some of the eternal themes described.

Anyway... Stories... This physical item reminded me how much stories matter. This has been my attempt to describe this feeling with more words than "look!!! at this!!!" (which I've of course done in every group chat I'm in). Will any of the modern books in my bookshelf be read in a hundred years? By whom, and in what world?

Will anyone read anything I've written in a hundred years?

[undertale-a1ien]

Bro, I just wanna say that I LOVE your art! Keep up the goog work ^^

Bro- ;u;

How in the heckity heck heck did I get such nice followers- you guys are so flippin sweet

[kamenridermach]

me with the making fake dating sim screenshots

[chase-elliott]

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