#Memorize your Memories

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[electric-plants]

kaveh: cyno’s been talking to that guy over there for a while now….shouldn’t you be jealous or something?

alhaitham: i highly doubt that man is prepared to listen to cyno talk about tcg for six hours straight so no, i don’t think it’s anything to be concerned over

kaveh: ….six HOURS?

alhaitham: i can recite everything he said for you if you don’t believe me

kaveh: NO thank you

[scatterpatter]

HEY YOU SHOULD WATCH THE BRAVE LITTLE TOASTER

Oh nooooo if only there were an easy way to find it tho... if only... oh man... if only- oh oops sorry I tripped-

Oh man if only it were easy to watch... oh man...................

[poet-to-none]

[susanaesono]

Swear some memories last foreva...

[a-rats-selfship-blog]

pspspspssps f/os come into my loving open arms i promise i only want a hug i won’t do anything weirdSNIFFING YOU SNIFFING YOU SNIFFING YOU SNIFFING YOU SNIFFING YOU SNIFFING YOU SNIFFING YOU SNIFFING YOU SNIFFING YOU

[thinkingnot]

me when: hmmm i need to get this task dine let me remind myself and condition to be nervous so i remember said task

also me: gets nervous => negative feelings about task => repulsed to do it

also me: doenst do it until the very last minute and it was so nerve racking i hated it => despises the entirety of that type of task

me been assigned a task as the ine above: gets negative feelings and is repulsed from doing the task-

[sxnctxxry]

no because i have cousins halfway across the world right now. a few years ago i've never actually met some of them since they were born there, they stayed here for like 2 months and had to go back. i wasn't even as close to them as my brothers were, but i was the one who cried. i'm the most sentimental, emotional person i know. and now my other cousin, my best friend, who i spent almost every waking hour of almost every single day with when we were kids, who was my best friend, has to go halfway across the world in a few months. throughout my life, she has always been the constant. i made friends and i lost friends but even when i grew and changed and she grew and changed, she still treats me like how close we were when we were little kids. we'd play with dolls together. we'd eat scrambled egg with syrup together. we always wore matching dresses every christmas. we would argue over the stupidest things. we would sing together. we would choreograph dances together and never actually perform them. we went to golf camp together. we did so many things and even if we aren't that close compared to before, she was probably the closest friend i ever had. and she's leaving. what am i supposed to do with that

[rcimu]

[ by the way Reimu lives with Genji (who more often than not is chilling at the hot springs behind the shrine), Ruukoto, Suika and Aunn. And occasionally Yukari, Ran and Chen when they come to visit.

she'd rather not have to deal with them, but she gave up on trying to kick Yukari out long ago. ]

[lilac-melody]

Hm hm~

[superstardestroyer]

Dawg I work in automating email-job-type-tasks and my coworkers - fellow elder millennials - were STUNNED at my solution to create a dynamic folder name. Not the method of making it dynamic, the part that stunned them was the "run cmd.exe: '/c mkdir [filepath]'" and at the point where I was going "yeah no its not wizardry its just like... a vestigial recreation of MSDOS..." I had to confront that frankly computer literacy has never been more in the toilet.

Telling young zoomers to "just switch to linux" is nuts some of these ipad kids have never even heard of a cmd.exe or BIOS you're throwing them to the wolves

[countdown-til-sanders-take-over]

what have u been up to takeover my bestie

Making decisions while embracing newfound clarity

[maskedbyghost]

when simon wakes up in a hospital, the last thing you expect is for him to grab your hand, pull you close, and say, “hey, there you are, love.” his voice is so soft, so sure, it leaves you speechless. you stare at him, half in shock, because this is ghost—simon riley, the one person who’s kept every feeling locked up.

“simon, do you… do you remember anything?” you ask, testing the waters.

he blinks, looking at you with confidence. “of course, i remember. you’re my wife.”

you freeze. his wife? this is new, and you’re not sure where he got the idea, but before you can correct him, johnny walks in, taking one look at the two of you and biting back a grin. he leans in, whispering to you, “maybe just… go with it for now, eh?” he’s got that teasing glint in his eye, and something tells you there’s no harm in humoring simon for a bit, if it can be helpful for his recovery.

so, you go along with it. and to your surprise, simon doesn’t act confused—in fact, he’s more open with you than he’s ever been. suddenly, he’s holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world, always looking for you, keeping you close, calling you “love” or “darlin’” in front of everyone. he’s even got that soft smile every time you catch his eye, one that makes it hard to remember this isn’t real.

the team’s amused but supportive, playing along with the whole story. simon keeps asking you little things, like what your favorite meal is, or how you usually spend your days when he’s away, as if filling in gaps in a life he believes you share. you find yourself answering with things that feel so genuine, and the way he listens—focused, attentive—feels more intimate than anything you’ve shared before.

one day, you’re patching up a minor scrape on his hand, and he just watches you, eyes soft, like he’s memorizing every detail. “i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. it’s so genuine, so open, that for a second, you forget it’s all just part of his memory loss.

then, one night, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, eyes serious. “do you ever think about us?” he asks softly, like he’s trying to get at something just out of reach. “how we’d be if things were… different?”

you’re not sure how to answer because there’s no script for this. “sometimes,” you admit, feeling a pang of something deep and unspoken. and for the first time, you’re almost grateful he can’t remember—because maybe, just maybe, it’s the only reason he’s letting himself be this vulnerable with you.

as the days pass, you start catching little glimpses, small things that make you wonder if he knows more than he’s letting on. he catches you watching him once, and instead of asking why, he just gives you this little smile, one that feels like he’s in on the secret. and just when you’re starting to think this is all some kind of twisted dream, he pulls you aside.

“i know i’m supposed to remember,” he whispers, “but i don’t want this to end. not yet.”

it’s in that moment you realize the truth. he’s been aware all along—he’s been pretending just as much as you, holding on to this fragile, temporary illusion because, maybe, he needs it just as much as you do.

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