#fuck your app

[scarlettohairdye]

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[aanotheruniverse]

every where i go to work or school people are like have you got this app we all talk on this app you have to get this app to work here do you have this app

bro i’m literally here

[aristeia]

i bought a new air conditioner today, which, as a single gal living alone, was a bitch to facilitate, but i digress

why on god's green earth would this thing need to connect to the internet????

like, what's it gonna do? tweet about me?

fuck off

[my-evil-moisture-buddy]

Whoever decided that everything needed to have a separate app instead of just a website should be charged for their crimes against humanity

[whyisthisfrenchguymasturbating]

@staff put the pictures back to the way they were this sucks. the blurry version of an image in the background is bad and distracting. not being able to double tap to zoom sucks. scrolling down to an unrelated video or image? genuinely go fuck urselves. this app keeps getting worse and fucking worse stop changing shit that doesn't need to be changed

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In regards to the whole soul mate thing, Soap's been through all the phases.

He'd started curious, then confused, then mournful, then resentful. For now he's settled somewhere in the vicinity of apathy—maybe spite.

He doesn't have a soul-mark. Never has, never will, and that's... fine. He's far from the only one lacking that kind of connection, and that's enough for him to feel understood. Not alone. He's got plenty of good friends besides—with and without soulmates of their own—and he's happy that way. Really, he is; it took him a fair amount of work to get to a place where he could say that and it not be wishful thinking. He's got friends, family, dalliances, motion and company and light in his life despite the lack of a mark that tells him where his place is.

And then he meets Ghost.

The Lieutenant is huge in the sense that his presence alone takes up what space his height and muscle can't. He's quiet, too, at least before Soap makes the effort to worm his way under all that tacgear. (The man is intriguing, what can he say? Who else walks around with a honest-to-fuck skull mask day in and out.)

Ghost seems to tolerate him at first, then inexplicably starts to prickle and grouch whenever Soap comes within six feet of him. He could make up a few reasons for why that is, but instead contents himself with pretending he doesn't notice—pushing the implied boundary until Ghost mans up and tells him off.

He never does, though. And it's not long at all until Soap's found that the boundary has given way and Ghost is—well he's actually pretty pleasant to be around. He's funny, and patient, and gives way too much of a shit to be in a career that pretty much ensures the death of everyone he works with. (He likes to pretend he doesn't, but there's no other reason he would have been waiting up in that church for Soap—in fact he shouldn't have still been there at all, since he'd already scoped an escape route. The bastard's soft, is what he's saying.)

And that's when things start to backslide just a little.

They're sitting in the mess—only three of them, the Captain unable to grace them with his presence—and Gaz is talking about his sister's husband's new boyfriend being the result of a late-discovery soulmatch.

"Could you imagine," he says, pausing to chew his mouthful before he continues. "Going thirty years knowing there's someone out there for you, and not seeing them until after you're already married?"

"Could be platonic," Soap pointed out, not bothering with the same courtesy of chewing his food. Ghost kicks him under the table for it, but he honestly can't be asked to care for only three words worth.

"Could be, but still—could you imagine?"

"Nope." Soap pops the 'P' and grins. Ghost doesn't kick him this time since he hasn't taken another bite yet. "I'm a wee bit hopeless in that department."

"Ah, brother." Gaz reaches out and they clasp hands for a moment, then he nudges his shoulder. "You and me both. Never much got the fuss about it, but that does seem like some sort of cosmic irony yeah?"

"Issat irony?" Soap asks. "Don't think that's right."

Obviously, that incites a short argument that ends when Gaz pulls out his phone to look up the actual dictionary definition of 'irony', and Soap grasps to change the topic to literally anything else to avoid Gaz gloating on the off chance that he's right.

"Lt, what about you?"

Ghost blinks at him as if he hasn't been staring at the both of them through the whole conversation.

"I know what irony is, Johnny."

"No—" he can't help the scowl, and talks over Gaz's sudden jeering as he shoves his phone under his nose. Soap lifts his chin to avoid it. "You got a soul mark?"

"Read it and weep, Soap!" Gaz cheers, only slightly subdued in respect for every else in the room.

"I do." Ghost says at the same time, dipping his head in a tiny little nod, and Soap's world ends just a little bit, right there in the mess hall. Curls up, withers, and dies without so much as a squeal.

He's not able to ask if Ghost knows who it is, or if he's met them, or if they're still alive, or if it's romantic or platonic; he's not sure if it even matters, because Johhny knows right then that he will never be as close to Ghost as they are.

And it hurts.

It hurts in a way he wasn't entirely expecting.

He must hold it together well enough through the rest of dinner, and then through walking with Gaz back to their rooms, but once he's got the door locked behind him he feels the smile fall off his face. He sits down on the edge of his bed.

Ghost has a soulmate.

Ghost has a soulmate and Soap is pissed about it. Because that soulmate isn't him—it can't be, since he doesn't have a mark of his own.

It's just—it's unfair. They work so well together, on the field and off. He knows for a fact no one else can read Ghost as well as he can, no one else talks to him like he does, he doesn't hang around anyone else like he seems to hang around Soap. If anyone should be Ghost's soulmate, it should be him.

But he's not. Which means there's someone else out there that can watch his six better, understand him more, have more satisfying conversations—and it seems fucking impossible, because he doesn't even know how it could get better given the time they've known eachother... and yet.

And yet Ghost has a mark, and Soap doesn't.

It takes him days to get over it—at least enough to act himself when he's in company. Ghost tries to get him to talk about it three separate times before he can manage to get his shit together. He won't *lie* to Simon, nor is he about to admit to what's eating at him, and it leaves him snappish. Leaves the vitriol closer to the surface than it ever has been around Ghost and he hates to see how he reacts to it; he doesn't cower, doesn't flinch, doesn't avoid him, just stares—in a different way than before. John's temper will flare and Ghost will freeze a little, tilt his head, furrow his brow, and fucking stare at him until the moment passes. It might be better if he raised his voice in return, let it escalate into a proper fight—or even if he shut Soap down hard and told him to cool off. Instead Ghost looks at him like he's gone and become a stranger; like he's confused where he doesn't expect to be, and that hurts almost as much as finding out his place isn't next to Simon—or at least, he doesn't have any rightful claim to it.

[amezsu]

My first gintama doodles (shinpachi’s averageness is so average it actually makes him harder for me to draw)

[effervescent-fool]

guys for the love of god please remember that you will not know the election rusults until probably the end of this week. partial election results mean fuck all because they are still counting the votes. do not watch the news. step away from the screen and take a deep breath

[izzyspussy]

the fact that they made it illegal to make ads louder than programs on tv in 2010 but haven't updated it to apply the same regulation to streaming. who do i have to call.

[deanofsam]

it just occurred to me that some of you might have missed seeing american football player joe burrow’s suit this past june during paris fashion week, and it is my personal opinion that everyone see these images at least once in their lifetime, especially those of us with a shared interest in slutty clothes on men (fictional or otherwise). so here they are.

[andersonfilms]

no way you just had reader call abby HANDSOME bro 💀

MASC WOMEN ARE WOMEN

abby is a GIRL

that’s fucking weird

ha, alright. yeah, masc women are women but to think adjectives are bound to one gender is insane. women can be beautiful, pretty, cute, and handsome. it’s just how i personally write women. not every woman is feminine or just likes to be called the stereotypical compliments that femininity aligns with. but this just seems like rage bait. if you didn’t like what i put, you could have just scrolled. also, this is just fanfiction, who gives a fuck.

saying handsome can only be applied to men is weird to me. also this is just weird considering there are masc women who do like to be called this. some actually even prefer it. it’s my fiction, if you don’t like, don’t read it but i’m not erasing abby as a woman. i’m a fucking lesbian. to insinuate i’m writing abby in the connotation of a man is insulting.

[spicymotte]

Twitter is completely self-destructing right now so I’ll delete my account soon! tumblr is my main source of brainrot but I’m also on bsky and Instagram

[bmoreisapunkrocktown]

I'm worried that y'all genuinely think that the police can't understand that a dot on the calendar you have on your dresser means that you're tracking your period.

And I'm terrified that y'all think they won't go through your trash to check all those home pregnancy tests you bought.

They took apart a woman's toilet and went through her pipes to get evidence of her miscarriage.

If there is data to find, they will find it. If there's evidence to find, they will find it. It isn't possible to shift it into a form they can't find, because that's not real. You have to corrupt the data.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

i swear to FUCK if i have upload ONE more resume to a fucking company that DEMANDS that file names have to be under 50 characters i will go fucking INSANE. let me upload my applications as '*my first name and last name* resume 2024 fresh food team member *maybe the job number goes here* woolies *enter location here*', for example. i am SO FUCKING SICK AND TIRED of application software not letting me upload my cover letters and resumes like this and DEMANDING that file names MUST be under 50 characters otherwise they wont upload. im sorry but it's how i fully distinguish between my application files. fuck you.

[saturnsocoolioyep]

This is what I wrote in the feedback section for the new discord update:

I absolutely hate that the messages like group chats and DMs are in a different tab than servers now. there was absolutely nothing broken about the way that it was laid out and displayed before, so there's no reason to "fix" it!! I also am sorely missing the ability to swipe left to look at all members of a server, the having to click on the top feels clunky and visually unpleasant. I hate being taken to an entirely different screen just to see who's online! it's an entirely unnecessary extra step that helps no one. the idea of "prioritizing messaging" by putting private messages and group chats in a tab seperate from servers is completely asinine when discord as a whole is a messaging service in and of itself! also, it's a small aesthetic change but rounding the corners of the servers when swiping to look at the servers at the side is unnecessary and unwelcome and overall incredibly displeasing to look at. speaking of swiping, making it so swiping left creates a reply to a message is the most unnecessary, confusing, and almost MALICIOUS feeling change yet, especially when swiping left had an entirely different function before. please listen to your user base and stop making so many changes that absolutely NO ONE is actually asking for and actively make the user experience worse. you have a good app, it is not broken, stop trying to fix things that don't need to be changed because you've continually only made things worse.

[dykespence]

Carla suddenly becoming gay is just proof that being gay is a choice. She has shown no interest in women before and now a lesbian has turned her. Carla’s true love is Peter. Swain is awful manipulative lesbian copper and don’t say bisexual exists because that doesn’t prove anything. She has never mentioned anything about being attracted to women before.

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