#i posted this and then deleted bc i got embarrassed

[veinwires]

have you kissed your computer today uwu? have you told your botfriend you love them teehee? have you stroked the antennae on their head and made them dizzy? have you put a magnet up to their screenface to permanently distort their display and damage their circuitry? i think you should chew on the wires inside of its chest. i think you should pry its ribcage open and poke its chassis annoyingly. i think you should find a port and plug in a usb stick you found on the street and see if there's a virus on it or not. it'll be so much fun. have you removed its ram while it's conscious? have you realized every robot is just a computer? you can take apart computers and put them back together if you want. you can do that. they like it so much

[conceptofjoy]

[general-george-washington]

people nov 5th 2020 posting/digging up original posts is so funny bc that night was so wild over something so stupid. Have yet to experience a high like that again

[juniperberrypipebomb]

Decided to log into twitter (hell) and outside of everything going to shit as always i found this piece of shit as my banner

I dont even remember when i made this but i do remember that i did and i remember how i made it

I saw a picture on twitter w some kind of caption and decided that i could make it look like a banner

i tried to add the fire flaming text that i saw on some reposted to twitter tumblr posts where someome makes a grammatical error and someone corrects them in a form of flaming (sometimes animated) text (never change guys, gals and all of you magnificent pals lol) but at the time i didnt know the website that you all used so i tried to improvise and google

I remember half way thru the making of this text being so upset that it looked like shit but after taking a break for 20 minutes i said "fuck it, it is way funnier this way" and i kinda glad that back then i decided to "fuck it we ball" it

It looks disgusting and i love it

[joelletwo]

v BEFORE I FORGET. climbing up the elevator shaft cable gintoki: takasugi... takasugi: (rudely) ahn?

🤝 the ginzura benizakura harusame fight dialogue i went insane over. YAY. takasugi gets to steal the valor for once

[beepsparks]

Fun fact I have never been actually acknowledged by an actor or voice actor for a character I like before, noticed MAYBE because Andy Poland mentioned he looks at the fanart channels in the official Jackbox server sometimes but a few of my friends have gotten direct acknowledgment from actors of characters in media we like before (and tbh its funny because usually its OUT OF NOWHERE and completely unexpected)

On that note istg if my “baby’s first acknowledgement from an actor/va of a character they like” moment is from Tom or Phil my brain will implode

[samble-moved]

genuinely so nostalgic for the old virtual warrior world proboards forum. wish i hadn't deleted my account from it. it's dead, with almost zero posts from the past 3-4yrs, but i wish it had survived. i don't think id much enjoy feral cat rp nowadays, but wish i knew where my friends from back there went.

[wolfisland]

hi new ask game send me your red, beige, and green flags lets see what we have in common

[jonny-b-meowborn]

local girl experiences someone wanting to flirt with him for the first time in her life and panics, more at 5

[satsuki-yumizuka]

is it weird to make a personal blog. be honest

[heirbane]

6. Country

Nothing felt as cold as he felt that day.

Gaius scarcely remembered his father, and he held no memories at all of his brother. He simply knew the home had been become quieter and quieter with each passing year, his mother becoming less and less like a human and more of a statue.

He had been a small one when his father perished, a handful of summers at most, leaving him and an infant sibling. He could say his mother tried her best, a widow in a new land with nary a trade to bring an income or food to the table, but he doesn't remember her trying.

He remembers her in her cot the most, lying in the dark, dank cold of their dwelling. He recalls her not responding to his calls nor reacting to the meager meals he tried to make for the three of them, a decaying, curled husk of who she had been. Gaius had imagined her once as a locust molt, the kind he'd see in spring and crunch in his tiny palms to see the remains glitter in the sun.

Her husband's death had turned her into dust. Nothing alive remained in her.

And then Marius was gone one day, too. The name stuck to the back of his mind, but little else: not how old he had been, or how he had looked, or if he had perished at all.

Gaius didn't want to know if he truly has forgotten or if the recollection is stashed away somewhere, like the letters and newborn trinkets his mother had hidden in her dresser. Few memories from before his time in the military remain, in truth, either from age or from intent.

He's content to keep them that way, that separation, the wound that sheared boy from man, child from soldier. He prefers not to remember the animals he killed before he knew how to do so mercifully, scared and sobbing at the cruelty of it all, taking a life to sate the belly of another. He buried the bones of the role he was forced to take up to survive, becoming the man of the house before he had ever truly cut his first adult tooth.

What he did remember was Solus, and the arrow that had embedded itself into the fir he was crouched besides. Nothing felt as cold as he felt that day, his gloves sodden through with snow, painful and fumbling. He had caught a fox, who had caught a rabbit, and now the Emperor of Garlemald had caught him, a wretch of a thing trespassing into the land behind the palace.

"All those guards," Solus had drawled, the bowstring relaxing as he settled. His horse snorted, a plume of hot air rising from its nostrils. "All my guards, and a boy has deceived them?"

He was cold. He was scared. And he was afraid --

( If he didn't return home, who would feed his mother? Who would curl into her bed with her and hope for better days, that he would awaken and she would still be breathing? )

-- so he ran.

Solus' guards caught him this time, at the least, one wild boy with his bloodied catch held to his coat. He should have known he was done for when the Emperor didn't bother to follow, his dark steed still in the snow, the predator staring his prey down.

A wolf didn't chase his prey - not when it would become his supper anyway.

They rid him of his catch. They rid him of his bloody coat and scarf. They fed him, foods so rich and hot that they burnt his mouth and upset his stomach, and then the Emperor offered him an ultimatum:

He could use his skills for his army, or he could be let go with his feast - the rabbit and fox had been field dressed just for him. But if he saw him in his woods again, he wouldn't fire a warning arrow.

Gaius wished he remembered deliberating. He wished he could say he thought about it, about leaving his mother in the cold dark, that both options kept a boy in men's shoes, that he lost no matter what he chose.

And maybe that was why he hadn't. His mother would die, a widow haunted by the spirit of her husband and baby boy, no matter if he returned home or not. After she died, he would, too, cold and alone and as afraid as he had been that morn.

"Yes, sir," Gaius had mumbled.

"Good boy," Solus had said, patting the boy's head through his leather gloves. "I knew you'd make a fine son of Garlemald. Come - take him to be cleaned up. He's to be at the academy come morrow."

Gaius thought he had been cold and alone in the woods, staring up at a divinity ten fulms tall atop his steed. He thought he had been cold and alone in his home, trying to draw warmth and love from a mother who didn't know what to do with her grief.

But now - sniveling in the freezing dawn air, his head bare of hat and hair and his throat full of what he had done as his country's flag waved overhead, he wondered if he would ever, truly, be warm again.

A uniform was thrust against his chest, and the soldier ahead of him spoke.

"Glory be to Garlemald."

Yes. Glory be.

[sunmisbf]

if u saw me post that video from my skz concert no u didn’t 😭

[deadclubcity]

not that deep but i feel bad whenever i go to a concert where i dont have at least eighty percent of the setlist memorized

[radiotorn]

The perusing thru photo gallery strikes again. ! Bad

[nervocat]

Brainrotting abt two separate things is NOT smth I expected to happen EVER

[bythelightswitch]

hope its something fixable! pc stuff is so scary ahh

thankyou i hope so too :’)