#and destroy the machine

[the-crimson]

Somethings been bugging me about Bad’s stream yesterday and I just realized what it is

When Bad was griefing the presidential office, the federation/cucurucho weren’t the ones that stopped him but the server admins

Bad built a machine that could destroy the presidential office and instead of cucurucho confronting him, the admins just made it disappear. Then when Bad started lava casting the offices, the admins stole his lava.

Idk if it was just me but that felt very underwhelming and inconsequential. Why did Forever get drugged when he built a world eater but cucurucho didn’t even show face when Bad built a machine that could demolish the presidential office?

Bad’s cold and calculated rampage felt like it had no weight because the admins just hand waved everything he did. If the federation had the power to disappear/steal any illegal machine they wanted then the whole thing with Foolish hiding Tubbo’s machine wouldn’t have happened. So many story beats in the past wouldn’t have happened.

It didn’t feel like the federation retaliating against Bad for trying to grief the presidential office, it felt like the admins telling cc!bad to stop which is… :(

This isn’t to nag on the admins or anything they’ve done spectacularly I just… I always feel like Bad gets the short end of the stick and as a bbh main, seeing the effort the admins went in for Forever then seeing what they did to Bad leaves a very bad taste in my mouth :/

[anyataylorjoys]

Eric Foreman in S2E21: Euphoria Part 1

[sugarweregoingdownswinging]

she would girlboss her way straight through conahger slaughterhouse 🤷‍♀️

[shinelikethunder]

You asked me to teach you chess, and I've done that. It's a useful mental exercise. Through the years, many thinkers have been fascinated by it. But I don't enjoy playing. Do you know why not?

Because it was a game that was born during a brutal age when life counted for little and everyone believed that some people were worth more than others. Kings and pawns.

I don't think that anyone is worth more than anyone else. I don't envy you the decisions you're going to have to make. And one day I'll be gone, and you'll have no one to talk to. But if you remember nothing else, please remember this:

Chess is just a game. Real people aren't pieces. You can't assign more value to some of them than to others. Not to me. Not to anyone. People are not a thing that you can sacrifice.

The lesson is: Anyone who looks on the world as if it were a game of chess deserves to lose.

— Harold Finch, not knowing how to explain to his AI offspring that it should care about people (but doing his best), Person of Interest 4x11 “If-Then-Else”

[bamsara]

The amount of b-grade/miscut/misprint stickers I get when making batches is goofy

What's in my hand is usable and can be sent out, the boxes behind it are all ones with imperfections/ damage but can't bring myself to throw away because it feels like I'm being wasteful. I might make 'scrap baggies' for each fandom and offer them on kofi for like 7-10 stickers for the price of one or something again

[rolex-kaard]

been having this thought

[chaotic-minds-think-alike]

Do you guys know that Hear Me Out trend

[urlocalwhumper]

living weapon whumpee who's never known anything but pain and violence.

their existence hurts. they were made to be effective, not happy, and their masters decided that keeping them in constant pain provided better results. they're wilder, more unpredictable, and the pain keeps them from thinking straight enough to question anything.

they're only given painkillers, only allowed a respite from their seemingly endless suffering, after a successful mission. it keeps them loyal, and most importantly, teaches their brain to associate acts of violence with relief and rewards.

everyone they've ever met has treated them as a tool, a monster, or both. they don't know how to be anything else.

that is until they're rampaging through a village, destroying, killing, whatever their masters demand of them. whatever will give them a few blissful hours of numbness.

one of the villagers steps out of a ruined building and looks them straight in the eyes. whumpee expects fear, hatred, disgust, the things they see in the faces of every person who's ever crossed their path. but they see something completely different.

compassion.

whumpee is so stunned, they don't think to move or do anything at all as the villager steps closer, gently reaching out a hand to cup whumpee's face.

"oh, poor thing." they murmur, taking in the creature in front of them - part human, part animal, part machine. "they've done a number on you, huh?"

whumpee blinks at them. pain continues to course through their body, but the gentle hand on their cheek distracts them, even if just a little. all the indistinct noise in their foggy, addled mind finally goes quiet.

caretaker had stepped out in front of the being destroying their home with the intention to get through to it or die trying, and the expectation to absolutely die trying.

they did not at all expect the seemingly feral mishmash of metal, fur, and flesh to lean so heavily into their touch that they nearly collapsed into caretaker's arms.

[alstanfordart]

Just a quick painting study inspired by one of my favorite artists Exellero, I just started painting and just went with it.

[thermodynamic-comedian]

ultrakill lore enthusiasts (me) when the small machine destroys the very big machine

[dionysism]

the fact that so much is just Lost to time haunts me like what do you mean euripides was believed to have written about 90 plays and only 19 survived. like i just can never read the rest? that's sickening

[ghostatservice]

Time to become

🎉🎉 M E S M E R I Z E D 🎉🎉

[jangillman]

[flufflecat]

do most people know that mcgucket was using the memory gun on random workers and on ford repeatedly during the late stages of the portal construction?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Your URL. Change it/j. It's inaccurate. You draw them so well istg- /lh/pos

Anyway, what woukd happen if Nie Huaisang gets a metal martial arts fan.. Do you think he would finally whoop some ass instead of outsmarting them in extravagant fashion?

As cool as NHS kicking ass would be, he has his babygirl reputation to maintain.

[cherry-bomb1985]

I feel like The Father and Hell both understand and experience love in all the worst ways.

The Father sought to create a life form that would follow and love him unconditionally. It wasn't enough that he had a great cosmic kingdom of angels who are unquestioningly loyal, no, he needed something that knew suffering and mortality and the threat of oblivion, and would still find love at the end; love for him above all else. But after numerous implied failures at that, in his desperation, he instead created the threat of eternal damnation to force them to love him in order avert that fate. Lucifer's words must have been like a splash of cold water, but by the time he realized sheer magnitude of suffering he had unintentionally set into motion, it was too late. He could not destroy Hell; he could not stop the cycle of violence.

That guilt drove him to seek a death that, from the looks of it, eluded him in spite of the hollowness consuming him. And now he is... somewhere, helpless to stop his experiments from consuming one another and themselves in a glorious show of blood and violence.

And then there's Hell itself, who seems to recognize love as an act of violence and cruelty. It is something that derives joy only from the suffering of other living creatures. God gave it so many toys to hurt and break and reform, and Mankind gave it new ones. Why would it understand love as anything but? It gave Minos a facsimile of the son he is most ashamed of, and delighted when he cast it, once more, into a labyrinth. Gabriel flattened all the souls within it's confines beneath his heel and gave those that did bend false hopes.

Now there's V1, tearing its way through the remaining layers and creating a spectacle of violence like nothing Hell has ever witnessed before. How could it not love them all for all the entertainment they've provided?

But deep within its recesses, hidden away from the eyes of Heaven, there was a Gutterman. A machine built for war, who eventually came to love that which it gave it life at the cost of their own. Enough to give the human welded within their coffin the mercy that both Heaven and Hell had denied them; enough to write a single love letter to them, even knowing that it would never be read by its intended recipient.

So, as things turn out, you /can/ teach a machine to love. And they will understand and experience it more sincerely than God or Hell ever could.