#lol i hate it here

[chickenoptyrx]

Imma go ahead and post this- its rough and i didnt know where i was goin w it- just drew it cause i had down time. Also its hard to draw w pencil 😅

Gohans lookin at the 4 star ball he still has from his hat (he doesnt really know what it is but its all he has left from earth) and yeah apparently he fucked up earlier. He knows raditz killed his dad but its been framed as justified by every adult in his life cause 'he was a weak coward', and otherwise raditz is the main one always lookin out fir him, so he usually just doesnt think about it, but when he does..

[prowlerverse]

hello!

I was wondering if u can do a J x fem reader but like they have the solver like there a zombie drone

take ur time with this tho 💛

J x fem!zombie drone

(a fic.. I guess? slight seperation igg..?, but a good ending)

stuck with you

☆ for as long as you lived, you were a zombie drone. to say the least, it absolutely sucked. all because of your 'core' not properly being disconnected. you'd way much prefer still being in that pile of destroyed drones back on earth, it's not like you can anymore, it being destroyed. but the idea still comes along every now and then.

☆ you first woke up in a pile of drones, at the very bottom of the pit. your visor was cracked and you could barley see. you noticed that someone else was in your same situation not so far from you. they looked just as confused as you did.

☆ soon after, a young girl called "Tessa" seemed to save you both. you figured out the other drones name was 'Cyn' , close to sin, but you never said much more about it.

☆ then, you and so as Cyn's behavior began to worsen. you felt something wrong with you, something bothering your system. you couldn't lay a finger on it, but it seemed to be happening with Cyn, too.

☆ a specific drone noticed your behavior and tried to take care of you best as she could. J. J was mostly your closest friend in the manor. you crushed on her, just a teeny bit, not much.

☆ but there wasn't much a little drone could do. especially not J. you figured out the bug in your and Cyn's system was called "Absolute Solver" . at first, it didn't seem to be a big deal. it would just suspiciously crack mirrors when you looked at them (which notably got you in trouble multiple times..)

☆ then, it worsened. at some points you couldn't control what you were doing. it would just.. control you completely. whenever this happened, you tried to stay as far away from J as possible. which she didn't exactly tolerate much, but backed off when it got too bad.

☆ then, it took everything. not just you and Cyn, the whole planet. it destroyed everything. while you managed to learn how to control the solver at times mostly, it took over Cyn.

☆ most disassembly drones were dumped on different planets to wipe out all of humanity on them by Cyn. you didn't exactly try to help, atleast not before you were corrupted again.

☆ you didn't see J anymore after earth was destoryed. you didn't even have the chance to confess.

you tried to stop yourself once again from obliterating a helpless worker drone, but as usually, it didn't work. the drone fell victim to your absolute solver and suffered. you wish you could control it. you swear you had it under control, just to go beserk all over again.

you aimlessly wandered around, the solver symbol on your visor looking for any living thing to destroy. all while you could feel it. and do nothing but watch.

you could talk freely sometimes, yes, but it was rare. you just wished you had your body back sometimes.

and then, something flew infront of you, your body perked up and got ready to attack the thing as soon as the snow stopped covering your vision.

and then you saw it, even through all the pop ups on your screen telling you the amount of viruses you had. you saw it. you saw her.

J.

she looked just about as surprised as you did to see her, and she froze. it seemed that the solver had been quite confused too, due to it not attacking.

"you?." J said, her yellow eyes on her visor hollow. you wanted to say something, but you couldn't. J didn't seem to mind. that whole sassy personality of hers seemed to disappear if she still had it. in that moment, she just walked up to you and squeezed you tight.

"where have you been? just.. wandering about?" she mumbled. you could tell that she was hurt. you were too. you missed her.

over the emotions, you hadn't realized that something had been stuck into your back, and the solver had gone away. you pulled away and attempted to look on your back to see.. a crucifix?

"what's this?" you mumbled under your breath, but J had heard it. she was definitely listening close. "a — patch thingy. or whatever the hell that idiot N called it. it's supposed to like, get the silver away from you. i guess." she seemed to be a little sheepish, but the hint of sassy in her remained.

"wow uh," you sniffed. was it really gone, though? just like that? "thanks, J. I appreciate it. I appreciate you. robojesus, we need to catch up." you sobbed a little while laughing and J shared it with you.

"can you still fly? don't tell me I have to carry you." J complained, though it didn't seem like an actual complaint. "oops, guess you'll have to carry me!" you pulled her into a tight hug which she happily returned.

"oh, sucks to be me, huh." she said while picking you up bridal style, you squeezed your eyes shut to avoid snow irritating them, and held the 'patch' close on your back.

J ended up bringing you to some sort of ran down landing pod. she told you that the 'idiot N' was never taught how to land, so he crashed.

you guys talked for hours, mostly about you and how you were feeling, how you got on the planet, and were you hungry. which you happily declined, you had just the right amount of having oil and parts in your hands and stomach.

and then, you did it. you told J about how you felt all those years ago back on earth and she seemed a little flustered, yet she accepted your confession. you had found out she was crushing on you back at earth too, and felt a little stupid for not taking the hint.

headcanons

☆ whenever the solver begins to corrupt you again and you can't talk, she mostly does all the talking for you. she's not exactly a rambling person, but she would for you.

☆ you guys are watching 2000 shows every day all day. J doesn't care if it's 3071 and they were made over 1000+ years ago, she calls them 'iconic' , and you don't fight with her.

☆ when the patch begins to wear off and again, the solver over takes you, as much as she hates the solver for picking you as victim, she tries to still take care of it. it is in your system after all.

☆ two words. forehead kisses. J loves them, mostly when she gives them to you, and your visor shows blush streaks on your face. she loves your reactions after not being able to see you at all for years.

☆ grabbing you by the waist randomly and spinning you around might just be her favorite way to annoy you. for some reason you get so angry about it and she loves it. though if you do it to her she 'threatens' to cut your head off.

☆ anyone who's mean to you or makes you feel about the absolute solver that you cannot control is definitely getting their body torn to shreds. especially if N were to say something offensive even if he didn't know it was offensive. "good luck regenerating that head, bozo." - J.

☆ J loves you with all her heart, and she doesn't plan on stopping. ever. even if the solver were to take over your body completely and forever. your still there deep down somewhere.

this belongs to @prowlerverse ^^ please do not translate without perms, upload it elsewhere, or steal it please, thank you !!🫶

end note; ummm I actually kinda liked writing this but it feels so short lmk if I did your request right😓🙏

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

Starts getting over being sick finally

My body: start bleeding?? Cramps??

[brookly1469]

I need a special person.

My crush has a girlfriend and I want to manipulate him to break up with her. Even though he probably hates me, I feel like I can redeem myself. I hate the girl he's with so much I stepped on her shoes in lunch line, but that's just the beginning. I was his first love. She must leave him. If I can't have him no one else will.

My friend got a boyfriend. I can't even get anyone because I'm ugly, and I hate saying this , but I think the boys hate me because I'm black. Nobody has even shown hints of liking me. My voice is to fucking low, I'm taller than some, and I'm just ... A RAT!! Why can't I get love? I'm just a background character, always will be anyway. I'm too shy and awkward, but I can't help that! I don't want to go to school anymore. I just want to die . Maybe I'll get a boyfriend in heaven.

[navors-world]

i wish i was born into a family whose first thought isn't to always yell.

[bide-time-to-diee]

i’m not okay

[snuggerudism]

now i’m even more sad

[boredymcbored]

WOW BRAIN!

Thanks for suddenly going sad on me even though the football has been good and nothing happened. I mean, I know you realized it was Trevor's birthday but is that why you're sad? Maybe. IDK anymore. I was having a good day though 😕

[parisoonic]

'It took four people to give you this? You're getting sloppy my friend.'

[sunflowersinheaven]

quick codywan sketch before bed 🦶🏻

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.

the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.

like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.

but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.

so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.

i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?

but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?

sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?

and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.

nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.

the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!

and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.

[bookalicent]

yeah so this was insane

[ofswordsandpens]

thinking about a world in which RR actually committed to the path he set Percy on in hoo (wherein Percy has become jaded, angry, and resentful at the gods for breaking their sworn promises, is frequently sympathizing with Luke, is getting more and more powerful, and frequently losing himself to wrath) and instead of the subsequent Percy Jackson books being about getting recommendation letters, we could have gotten a trilogy exploring a fallen hero arc for Percy (that would ultimately have a positive resolution to it.)

[uncanny-tranny]

This might seem like an "old man yells at cloud" situation, but it's just wild growing up and being told how dangerous distracted driving is - how, at highway speeds, you can traverse the length of a football field (100 yards, 91 meters) in a matter of seconds - how one split second sending a text while driving could result in a potential fatal crash, and then getting on the road as a driver and being surrounded by billboards. Their entire purpose is to catch one's attention, so they're lining major roads, which tend to be highways. How is it that you're told how important it is to never be distracted while driving, but still being advertised to?

At best, this type of advertising is an eyesore to pedestrians and motorists and a general waste of electricity to light it, and at worst, it is an active danger considering they are there to advertise and therefore, must catch people's attention.

I'm not even against advertising in theory, but this particular mode bothers me so much and I hate how pervasive it is - especially in large cities or highways.

[brookly1469]

Todays off to a bad start already

So I'm getting my hair done today, and I put on my normal outfit, sweatshirt and jeans, with a t shirt underneath. Then when I went down the hallway, dad said "Do you know it's summer?" NO, IDIOT, IT'S F****** WINTER!!! LET ME WEAR WHAT I WANT! On our way to get Dunkins , he ate 3 donuts! He needs to chew quieter, he KNOWS my problems. And my aunt and uncle sent them mangos, and I don't want to be in a 200 mile radius of them when they're eating it. Mom wants me to "Get over it" and , well, I CAN'T!! GET IT IN YOUR HEAD FOR ONCE!!!

[softinvasions]

DIRECTOR'S NOTE • Nov. 2023

You can't go home. This play has a particular care for and interest in its victims. The resident

inciting event is endless. tragedy is much more concerned with footnotes than it is with gods.

well acquainted with what happens afterward, storytellers claim they can't diverge from what's

written: resist. rage against what must be. tell a story about war without talking

about love. survive its aftermath. fail to find resolution. make this suffering

a home. There's no breaking this chain— fate, as always, gets its way.

Poetry assembled from the program of an Oresteia production. Nov. 2023.