#Memorize your Memories

[xylo-art]

So... You're telling me a SHRIMP fried this ri- shot for overused joke

[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...................

[feathers-little-nest]

omg! the reason why I was so shit at learning every language I tried to learn before is catching up to me! who would've thought!

[poet-to-none]

[dkpsyhog]

I have a browser extension set to block Desmos after my bedtime because otherwise I will stay up till 2am wasting away while making weird functions and graphs. anyways im still not sure if im really autistic or not, might be making it up

[susanaesono]

Swear some memories last foreva...

[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-

[sleepless-crows]

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

[giftyoursongs]

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[joemama-2]

throughout the entire ceremony and reception, gojo can’t keep his eyes and hands off of you. maybe it’s the excitement of finally being husband and wife, or the sheer thrill of what’s to come afterwards.

because everyone knows, the after party is always better than the actual event.

you just look so beautiful, so enchanting, so….his. it’s a pain to just opt for making out in the back of the limo on the way back to your hotel because he’s forcing himself to wait. wait until you two are finally alone. wait until he can just finally show you much of a good husband he is.

there’s rose pedals, a glass of champagne, a huge heart shaped bed, dim lighting, a spacious suite, a beautiful balcony that overlooks the darkened tokyo skyline. it smells like warm sugar.

everything is perfect.

well, not as perfect as seeing you lay down on the bed, still in that expensive, but memorable white dress. your hair down and slightly messy from the dancing and alcohol. cheeks flushed and a dopey smile on your face. he mirrors your expression, his own inebriation coming into play because you weren’t the only one who drank more than you could handle.

he’s unbuttoning his white button up, freeing his broad chest. working next on the belt of his slacks that are too tight to hide his growing tent. all the while, he’s keeping his eyes on yours. stalking towards your figure on the bed. he starts by raising your ankles, your heels having been discarded already.

planting kiss after kiss, the tip of his nose being shoved against your skin as he inhales your scent deeply. he’s working his way up from your white, manicured toenail to your tempting cleavage, then to the crook of your neck, the top of your hair, and finally…your lips.

it’s a sweet and soft kiss, one that lingers and one that further solidifies the new union of love between two souls.

it’s only when he pulls back, breath mingling with yours, eyes glued to each other, his hands paused on your thighs, body slotted between them, that he realizes…

you’re his wife.

it’s his wedding night, and you’re here as his wife, his life-long partner. the woman who he’ll stay with through sickness and good health, and vice versa. the woman he’ll have children with. the woman he’ll grow old with. the woman who he’ll be buried with, his skeleton cradling yours until enough time has passed on earth where you two are nothing but a faded memory for your future generations.

his wife.

his wife who’s currently laid out in front like an offering to him.

yeah, he’s breaking the bed.

[countdown-til-sanders-take-over]

what have u been up to takeover my bestie

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