#i have such poor memory

[kikker-oma]

I break my silence once more to reminisc on a memory that haunts me, 8 years later🙃

I was a waitress for 5 years and at one point, a girl from my highschool worked with me. I worked with this girl for a YEAR. I TRAINED her even! Eventually, she left to work somewhere else.

That isn't the issue.

The issue, is that a couple months after she left, she came in with her family to eat (it was a party if like, 20-ish people) and I was the one waiting on them.

At some point during their dinner, she goes "Hey, Oma, do you remember me? " Because I hadn't really acknowledged her as more than a customer.

AND I

LIKE A DUNCE

Think, and respond "oh, didn't we go to highschool together?"

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I FORGOT WHO SHE WAS AND FORGOT THAT I FREAKING WORKED WITH HER FOR A YEEAAARRR. AFTER GOING TO THE SAME HIGHSCHOOL FOR 4 YEARS?!?!?!

END MEEEEE. ☠️☠️☠️ I STILL THINK ABOUT THIS 8 YEARS LATER AND DIE INSIDE.

I doubt she ever thinks of me, because we were never close to begin with (we got along, just didn't become friends), but man, I hope she wasn't hurt by that😭😭😭

I wish I could remember her name so I could apologize🥴🥴🥴

Why must I be cursed with goldfish memory.

[dzknik]

McGucket is increasingly having anxiety problems, as he was before, and these anxiety problems are actually not problems, they are him being right about what they’re doing.

But he so wants to please Ford. I think McGucket sees his own value as “I’m the guy who builds stuff, and you’re the idea guy, and I’m valuable to you when I’m building stuff. And when I have a problem I can build a solution, and any time there’s an emotional issue, you build your way out.”

So the canon became that McGucket proposed such a thing (the memory gun) early on, and then was told “You shouldn’t do that”, and then like an addict, like an alcoholic who has a little sip and notices it takes the edge off, privately, he can’t bear to say it to Ford. He’s keeping a lot from Ford, he’s keeping just how scared he is of what they’re doing, he’s keeping just how concerned he is. McGucket doesn’t really know what’s going on, but he’s internalizing and thinking, “I just need to be a better partner. If I have anxiety, I’m gonna pop anxiety pills, and I’m gonna get through this.”

[worldwright]

Malevolent Yellow thoughts have been fermenting for months now. It's the nature versus nurture of it all. Is a good person born or made? How much can they choose it in the face of a world that won't let them?

When John first woke up with Arthur, he was terrified. He had no idea who he was, where he was, he had no control over his form or direction, he had no purpose. He defaulted to the survival tactic most familiar to him: manipulation. He wanted to control Arthur -- and thus, his own situation -- without leaving himself vulnerable. It worked, for a time. But his own memory loss made him slip up, and it turned out Arthur was more canny than he anticipated. And yet, when gaps opened in his defenses, Arthur responded with kindness. Understanding, sympathy. He didn't take advantage of that vulnerability. Honestly, even without his month with Lily, I believe John would have opened up to Arthur.

But John's relationship with Arthur had begun on even footing. Neither of them had any memory. Both were lost and confused and desperate for answers. Both were wary of each other, but forced by circumstance to work together. Another place where they could sympathize. They both made compromises along the road as they settled in with each other.

But Yellow?

Yellow is the exact same as John was. Terrified, alone, with no control and no memory. But he was greeted with someone who KNEW him. Someone who his manipulation didn't work on. Someone with all the power over him while he was left with no leverage and no escape. And this person told him who he was supposed to be. Said, I know you. No you don't! The person who you love was grown, not born!

Of course, Arthur realized this eventually. But the damage was already done. Instead of learning to fit together organically, it was stilted and forced, tainted with the expectation that Yellow would eventually be someone he knew nothing about -- someone who both he and John himself would have recoiled from upon first waking!

John and Yellow have a fascinating dialogue about strength and weakness. Yellow claims to know the meaning of strength. Maybe he does. It's all he's ever known. John claims to have earned the power of weakness. Vulnerability. Trust. Yellow never got a chance to find that. It took John time and love and reciprocated weakness to find that meaning for himself, and to embrace it. Yellow was under threat from the first moment he existed. And when -- suddenly, without warning or countermeasure -- he was trapped with Larson instead, he had no choice but to continue using the tactics that kept him safest.

Yellow is a prisoner, first and foremost. He never had autonomy, not even to decide what he wanted. Arthur told him that he wanted to become someone weak. Larson told him that he wanted to be an all-powerful god. One of those tends to have more control over their circumstances, and Yellow chose accordingly.

[boxheadpaint]

very fond of the ann reardon debunk videos where she makes an awful recipe or food hack from some content farm and then feeds it to her husband. Yeah this hack is dangerous and doesn’t work and is quite bad, and now its Dave’s turn in the torment

[theswedishpajas]

FINALLY breaking myself free from the chains that are rendered Fords… STANLEY, MY LOVE, I AM HERE TO AT LAST APPRECIATE YOUR FACE HOW IT DESERVES!!!!!

[itslilacokay]

AVA 11 SPOILERS!!!

hiii heres a screenshot redraw of agent angst (got lazy on the chair a bit hehe

+closer look at orig image

this is the ONLY TIME we see agent go through something so far i think. so obviously i took this chance to draw something like cmon now the material is RIGHT THERE

[artkaninchenbau]

You know what day it— Daisuke?! Happy 24th Anniversary Zero Two! [Redraw 2020 / Appmon] [2021 / Tamers] [2022 / Frontier] [2023 / V-Tamer]

[sysig]

Ah, childhood memories (Patreon)

[prismsoup]

Do people also have that horrible random moment when your brain bullies you for not knowing enough about a topic you consider yourself passionate about ?

[aanthonyvb]

More poto Italy inspired stuff

[falindankovsky]

Post cancelled woe Nara be upon ye

[zorlovinghue]

Awww, look at this:'>

Another reminder that he cannot forget:(

And this moment is, chef kiss✨

Moment of vulnerability and security I simp

The fluff moments giving reassurances and singlehandedly healed my heart—

[orangetintedglasses]

@forgivenpunishment // one taser might not do it, but what about...?

Holding off a wave of people was no small effort.

Keeping an army off the back of another person while throwing yourself in harm's way, regardless of your strength, was something noble. Something that deserved praise, recognition; the undertaker's efforts would not go unnoticed.

... unfortunately for him, though, it wasn't Vash that they wanted. It wasn't Vash that would be swarmed by fully-amped stun batons and tasers and more bodies trickling in, crowding the hall to prevent escape, or even basic movement that might've allowed him to get the upper hand as some old, croaking voice shrieked don't kill him! We need him alive, he's useless to us dead...!

That had been nearly an hour ago, now, though. Trivial. Shouts and crackles of electricity had been replaced by the din of machines; the hum of glaringly bright surgical lights; the slow, steady blip of a heart monitor keeping track of vitals as six men bustled around the surgical table that they'd strapped him to. They'd cut him out of his clothes to save time, as well; naked save for the various nodes and monitors they'd fastened to him, and a clean, white sheet over his hips that went down to mid-thigh.

Was that sparing his dignity, or theirs? It didn't really matter, did it. No, no, what mattered now was how the subject was feeling whenever he came to again--

[korovaoverlook]

shifty’s a big crybaby. he tries to be a stone-cold badass but he’s just not. he doesn’t make the impression on fiddleford that he wants to. (the mabel sweater isn’t helping either)

[jamandjazz]

I bet Soda’s spelling wasn’t even that bad and Ponyboy’s just a pretentious prick

[huginsmemory]

Reading journal 3 again is a reminder that... Well Ford is kinda an asshole towards Fiddleford. It's not just Stan. Like he's so focused on himself and his project and his ambition that anyone/thing else blurs out (him disregarding Fiddleford's nervousness around the gremloblin because he wants to sketch it, and when it goes sideways, him talking about the safety of the project parts BEFORE how Fiddleford was doing in his journal, multiple times. Priorities much?) and he's demeaning towards Fiddleford's own project (which ends up being wayyyy more important then Ford's discoveries)... Like damn Fiddleford, u left ur wife and young son for this guy?