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[tiredofthehumanlife]

Honey(s) I'm home and very sad!

Barbie dolls: Roommates! Rosekiller x gn!reader

Word: 2.6k

Summary: uh you have a rlly rlly bad day and your lovely roommates make you feel better with cuddles and ice cream

Warnings: uh Barty dresses slutty?, eating mentioned and particuly described (ice cream), undefined retaliationship you're roommates but also crushing but also affectionate but also not talking Abt it idk stop asking, I lost like three hundred followers bc I was super depressed so to those three hundred people you suck I think🫀 so actually I take that back new information has come up and turns out its a Tumblr glitch my bad, you sleep in Evan and Barty's bed for like three seconds, Evan smokes, Barty hates fiction books and reads self help and nonfiction instead, Evan's very cleanly, Barty's very not that, idk do you guys actually rlly even like me or whatsittoya, kisses very cutesie, you cry, uh extremely brief mention of fighting

Hard days were never something that you truly expected. Sure you could picture all the worst possibilities and know that something bad will happen but you still never catch the full feeling of your reaction until you're sitting in it. You don't particularly want to show your upset but at the same time, you haven't turned your lips up in hours. The whole day just went downhill from the start. Once you start to think of the specifics you feel tears well up in your eyes. You just needed to get home. That's all. 

You weren't going to cry on the way home you'd do it in the safety of your own walls. You hoped your roommates, Evan and Barty, were in their room. You couldn't face them like this, you needed to hold on to the last bit of dignity you still had with them. You could never keep a hold of yourself with them. You snorted in your laughter even though their jokes weren't that funny. You fell over your words and came away from your conversations wishing you could try again. You stared too hard and ended up getting caught. You'd share too much information in an attempt to impress them. 

All you wanted was to go home, curl up in your blankets, and cry until you felt like a raisin. You felt the weight of your day double as you slipped your key into your front door. You hooked your keys onto the key holder on the wall. You shrugged your coat off, throwing it at the coat tree. You felt your tears building up as your walls slowly slipped away. The familiar home relaxed them even then you wanted to hold strong until you got to your room. You couldn't toe your shoes off fast enough, getting so frustrated you reached down and yanked your shoe off. You flung it at the shoe rack, ignoring that it wasn't anywhere near the other one you had slipped off. 

As you left the foyer, stepping towards your bedroom, Barty and Evan’s door opened. Barty leaned against the frame, crossing his arms over his chest. His sweatpants were riding low on his hips, showcasing his happy trail. His shirt was butchered and jaggedly cut along the bottom of his rib cage.

“Hey baby, have you ever tried that cake-” Barty paused when he saw the anger and tears pulling at your face. He straightened up, dropping his arms to his sides. 

“What's the matter?” Barty asked. You shook your head and waved him off. You could easily slip away now, get to your room before Evan found out. Barty could let something like this slide but not Evan. Evan must've been summoned by your thoughts because just as you thought you could get away scot-free Evan’s hand slid over Barty's shoulder. His form appeared after that, slipping next to Barty past the doorframe. He furrowed his eyebrows at you. You grumbled incoherently as you realized you weren't going to be able to get out of this one. 

“Are you okay?” Evan asked. You hated how easily Evan was able to massage away your wall with just his tone. You had been holding the tears back so well too. Just a few more minutes and you could’ve made it to your room. You wanted to just say ‘yes’ and to retreat your room. You wanted to swallow your tears and act mature… by hiding your feelings, obviously. Unfortunately what you wanted and what Evan's presence caused was something entirely different. 

Something about him just broke your walls so easily. It wasn't his tone, it wasn't his words, it wasn't his charming attitude, it was just him entirely. Evan could just lay his eyes on you and you were falling apart at his feet. You wondered if maybe Barty felt the same. 

Your throat tightened with sadness and your eyes welled with tears. You shook your head, looking away from him. Evan’s breath hitched and covered it up with a hum. He stepped around Barty and held his arms out for you. You didn't bother fighting the urge to hide in them. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek into his shirt. Evan’s arms warmed your back, it pushed you closer to tears. Evan hummed, the vibrations comforting you. 

You felt Barty's hand join at your back, rubbing up and down. You let the tears go, crying into Evan's sleep shirt. Barty’s hand continued its comforting circles. You let it all go, all the frustrations of the day. Evan and Barty didn't stall for a second. They let you choke it all out, your shoulders shaking with tears. 

A few minutes later, your tears slowed. You sucked in a breath, pulling away from Evan. Evan drew his hands away from your back, cupping your face instead. Barty didn’t move his hand, continuing to rub circles on your back. You steadied yourself with your hands on Evan’s waist. 

“Do you want to lie down?” Evan asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You nodded, feeling the urge to slink back into his arms again. Evan released your face, slipping his hand into yours. He tugged you towards his and Barty’s room. You ignored the gnawing feeling that you were intruding. Barty stayed back, the sounds of him shuffling towards the kitchen behind your head. Evan nudged his bedroom door open with his foot, dragging you after him. 

You were rarely in Evan and Barty’s room. How frequently did one really need to be in their roommates’ bedroom? Not very. You’d ventured in once or twice before when Barty asked you to get something, or when Evan overslept and you had to nudge him awake so he wasn’t late for work. Though Evan rarely overslept anyway. 

Some nights you’d wake up with a deep desire for water, wandering for the kitchen with your eyes closed. You pull down a glass, fill it, and take a sip before noticing Evan’s presence. You still have your lips on the edge of the glass, halfway through the motion of tipping it up.

Evan was frozen on the windowsill, a lit cigarette still half between his fingers. The moonlight made his eyes shine like the way you’d catch a marsupial stealing your garbage in the middle of the night. His thumb flicked, making the bright cigarette bounce and the dark ash fall outside the window. You raised an eyebrow, lowering your glass. Evan sniffed, pulling his hand to his mouth again. He sucked in a deep drag of his cigarette, the end’s color glaring in the dark room. You kept your eye on him as you chugged the rest of your glass, finishing off the water completely. Evan stuck his hand out the window again, tilting his head back as a plume of smoke floated above his head. You set your glass in the sink deciding to wash it in the morning. 

“You know if you wake up in the middle of the night with intense thirst, it means you’re dehydrated,” Evan said, his voice still quiet from his distance. You groaned, flipping him off and shuffling back to bed. You ignored his chuckle behind you, still too tired to think of a good quip. 

Evan dropped your wrist, dragging your attention back to the moment. Their room was messy, but not terribly. It was a little obvious who was the messy one. The clothing on the floor you had only seen Barty wear and the large pair of black boots thrown at the foot of the bed were definitely his too.

Evan’s shoes were precisely set next to the door. The dresser shoved in the back corner seemed like his too, with multiple books stacked on top. All fiction, Barty couldn’t stand fiction novels.

You could easily deduce which side of the bed was whose, the right, closest to the door, had a pillow on the floor, and the blanket was skewed and clumped. The left had a pillow tilted but on the mattress and the blanket was set straight. The nightstand on the right had a tented book that appeared to be a self-help book on romantic relationships and a knocked over cologne bottle, the cap missing. Barty seemed to be about three chapters in, if that. You raised an eyebrow, slowly turning to Evan. Evan pressed his lips together and shrugged. 

“Barty’s a little messy. I’ve learned to live with it.” Evan muttered, his hand flying out to set the tipped-over cologne bottle on Barty’s nightstand upright. You hummed, still glued in your spot. Evan ignored it, stepping over Barty’s boots to get to his side of the bed. He slid under the blankets, smacking the mattress next to him on Barty’s side. You joined him, picking Barty’s pillow off the floor on the way there. You tossed it onto the bed, laying down and dropping your head on it. Evan let out a huff through his nose and gently brought his hand to your face, tracing the lines of your face. You closed your eyes and let your mind and body rest now that you were finally home. 

It probably wasn’t a good thing that you associated your sense of home with your roommates. It’s an obvious connection but maybe not to this degree. Your apartment didn’t feel whole without them.

At some point, they were going to pack their bags and move, or maybe you would, either way, you’d be without your two very peculiar roommates. You’d miss their strange habits. You weren’t sure you could find another roommate who would walk around the house on all fours if he got too sleep-deprived and your other roommate who would use stares as a form of communication. You weren’t sure if you could move on from your freaks of shared living quarters friends. They made you feel free and utterly comfortable. You knew they wouldn’t judge you for any of the slightly odd things you did because they did far worse things. 

You shouldn’t feel so attached to these two and yet here you were, snuggled up in their blankets. You weren’t going to even think of the strange urge to lean forward and kiss them both that washed over you far too frequently. Evan’s hand slipped away, instead pulling your hand away from your chest to hold onto it himself. You felt sleep pulling at your mind, his soft fingertips on your skin slipping away. Your lungs filled and released like a rocking wave with ease. Your body stopped moving, joints going rigid with sleep. 

And then Barty slammed open the door, the doorknob knocking back into the wall. You jolted, your rest shattering like a glass vase. You sat up on your elbows, looking back at the door. Evan sat up straight, annoyance weighing his brow down. 

“Barty!” Evan chided, staring at the man in the doorway with disbelief. Barty turned around with three bowls cradled in his arms. A spoon was held between his teeth, his foot jutting out to find the edge of the door. He hooked the back of his heel over the edge, kicking his leg back to close the door. Barty tried to respond, the spoon in his mouth making it choppy. A few strings of guttural sounds slipped out from behind his teeth, making the general shape of a sentence. You let them stir in your head for a moment, trying to decipher them. 

Evan shook his head, not understanding a lick of what Barty said. He turned to you, to see if you caught it but you doubted you could’ve caught it if there wasn't a spoon in his mouth. You threw a hand up, giving up entirely. Barty let out a scoff, joining you two at the side of the bed. He set down one of the bowls on his nightstand, next to his book. He leaned down over his bowl, tilting his head to the side. Barty opened his mouth, letting the spoon clatter inside the bowl. You sat up, looking inside to see his favorite ice cream inside. Barty stuck the other two bowls out to you and Evan. You gently took it from him, looking between Evan and Barty. 

“I didn’t have hands, it’s hard to be quiet when you’re opening a door with no hands,” Barty said. His hand flapped, silently telling you to scoot over. You scooted into Evan’s side, leaning back against the bed frame. Barty flung himself into the mattress, making you and Evan bounce up and down for a moment. You stared at Barty in displeasure with your rather cold bowl in your hands. You pictured the moment from outside your view, Barty’s relaxed and stretched frame on the bed. You and Evan glaring while bouncing with your bowls held away from you. You would’ve laughed if your nap hadn’t been rudely interrupted. Barty sat up, pulling his bowl off his nightstand into his lap. He stuck his spoon into his ice cream, bringing the spoonful to his mouth. He looked up and paused in his eating. 

“What?” His words were muffled by the ice cream in his mouth. You sniffed, turning to look at Evan. Evan shook his head at Barty. 

“We were peacefully sleeping, Barty,” Evan said, still accepting the ice cream and pulling his spoon up to his mouth. You decided they had no problem with eating in their bed, scooping out your own bite. 

“Yeah in my bed. That I paid for, thank you for your service, Barty. We love you, Barty. You’re so sexy, Barty. Please, Barty, let us repay you for your kindness. That’s what I want to hear out of your mouths right now, not complaints.” Barty said, tipping his voice up to mock your voices. You glanced at Evan to make sure you heard right. You kept your eyes on your ice cream as you readied another mouthful. 

“I’m not saying that.” You muttered before taking a bite into your mouth. Evan hummed in agreement. 

“You must’ve forgotten to take your pills this morning because I would never say that.” Evan frowned, licking his spoon clean before taking another bite. Barty quickly swallowed his scoop before faking a gasp. 

“You don’t love me? Wow okay, I see how it is.” Barty joked, a smile playing on his lips. Evan froze, staring at the blanket to run back through Barty’s words. He dropped his spoon into his bowl. 

“Well, no. I do love you. I take back what I said.” Evan said, keeping his eyes on Barty to make sure his point was taken seriously. Barty cooed, leaning forward over your lap. He puckered up his lips and you leaned back. Evan met him in the middle, pressing a kiss to Barty’s lips. You stifled a groan at being trapped both between and under them. 

“Gross. I have feelings too, you know.” You muttered, trying to look anywhere but the kiss between your two rather attractive roommates. They pulled back from each other, returning to their original seats. You felt your shoulders relax, knowing the discomfort was finally over. You looked down at your bowl, stabbing your spoon into your ice cream again. You are startled at the feeling of their lips pressing against both your cheeks in two brief kisses. They pulled back returning to their ice cream. 

“We love you too,” Barty muttered before taking another bite of his ice cream. You hummed, swallowing down the true feelings you could bring up. Barty was the first to finish his bowl, setting it on his nightstand. He took the silence as a sign for him to tell you both about his day in extreme detail. You didn’t mind it. Barty was entertaining and it distracted you from your terrible day. You actually enjoyed laying in bed with them, eating ice cream, and watching Barty fling his arms about to explain his day. At one point he got up to act out how’d he‘d pummel Evan’s boss if he didn’t give Evan a promotion soon. 

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[neverstopgaming]

1945KIII

1945K III (1945KIII とも呼ばれます) は、スクロール シューティング アーケード ゲームです。 2000 年に韓国の開発者 Oriental Soft と Team Muhaha によって開発、公開されました。 ゲームの以前の改訂版である Solite Spirits は 1999 年に Promat から出版されました。ブランド変更と出版社の変更にも関わらず、スタッフ ロールの Promat の著作権に至るまで Solite Spirits への言及は 1945K III に残っています。

[italovision]

Netflix it's so funny to me, if the show is trash, bad and rotten, they get renewed for multiple seasons and get all the budget for promation.

If the show it's great and fresh on rotten tomatoes, they get zero promotion and get cancelled... so funny.

[sleepydragonman]

Friends,. are kids' drawings about peace "evil and promate hate" ?

[smash-or-pass-headphones]

[rio982]

I always have to remember how I used to not know how to type problematic like WYDM "promatic" WHY DIDN'T ANYONE CORRECT ME BACK THEN

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POLITIX BREAKFAST

Hollywood star Dacre Montgomery- the face of Politix menswear- unvelled the premium suiting brand's spring/summer collection at Ace Hotel's Kiln restaurant on Tuesday.

Vogue Australia hosted an intimate breakfast panel with the Stranger Things actor, while media personalities mingled over barista coffee, fruit plates, quiches and cupcakes.

The topic du jour was modern masculinity in Australia, with Montgomery speaking to his own experience: "Sensitivity wasn't something that was promated or encouraged when I was growing up.

I wanted to go against the grain, not for the sake of it, but because I was quite unhappy as a kid. "My mum always said just be you, but expressing that was confronting to other young men."

Accompanied by his girlfriend model Liv Pollock, Montgomery said he'd spent four hours in Politix's fabric factories pouring over the new designs and adopting linens and colour into his wardrobe.

Mikaela Wilkes/the sunday telegraph

[complicitsacrilege]

You're wrong about MGM. Do you honestly think that mutilating a child's genitals PREVENTS infections? Girl that's an open wound on a child that pisses and shits in the same diaper. And are you unaware that we have this thing called ANTIBIOTICS. Those help against bacterical infections, not open wounds. Babies die from complications after genital mutilation, not to mention the times it goes wrong and they end up with no penis left (ask David Reimer, oh no wait, he killed himself after being forced to live as a girl after they mutilated his penis). We don't live in the middle ages anymore, so get your head out of your ass and stop promating middle age practices. BABIES CANT CONSENT TO COSMETIC SURGERY. And fuck your religion argument too, BABIES ARE NOT RELIGIOUS THEY ARE BABIES THEY CANT EVEN TALK YET

Hi, hello, wow that is a lot of anger. Maybe it’s time to log off for a bit and breathe. But if you insist on flipping the hell out in my ask box, here you go:

A: do NOT fucking refer to me as ‘girl’.

B: I never said anything about agreeing with ANY kind of surgery performed on nonconsenting parties (child or otherwise), circumcision included. I can understand why it is done for both religious and medical reasons but I’m not sure you comprehend the difference between understanding and agreeing.

C: wow, have you considered not attacking random strangers on the internet without having an OUNCE of reading comprehension? These were my exact tags:

Easy to Read Translation: circumcision is its own issue. There are reasons, both medical, and obvious cultural/religious, why it is done. When are we going to talk about the shit that is done to intersex people (by the medical community - prob should’ve specified that I guess)? (Which is a completely separate issue.)

When did I say that I agreed with it? And when did I ever say that surgeries should be performed on intersex people? I do not see where that is said here. I can understand misunderstanding my words but like… where did you get the entire opposite meaning? Also like… I rarely ever bring it up, so most people don’t know, but I’m an antitheist, so joke’s on you about the religion argument. I think all theistic religions are unethical to some degree, but that doesn’t mean I can’t respect the people who practice them or the cultural significance that they hold.

D: again. I do not agree with performing surgery on infants or people who cannot consent in general, but the CDC has stated that circumcision does, in fact help reduce the risk of some types of infection. This is something for consenting individuals to discuss with their doctors. Obviously. https://www.cdc.gov/nchhstp-newsroom/factsheets/male-circumcision-for-hiv-prevention.html#:~:text=Circumcised%20men%20compared%20with%20uncircumcised,%25%20to%2047%25%20percent).

E: Kindly fuck off because this is all the attention you will be receiving from me.

[mewichie]

I like how Tumblr purged NSFW content, but now we see Twitch Thots within Tumblr Live. Daymn, it's just NAKED women 24/7. I hate seeing this crap being promated.

[zot3-flopped]

HIS FANS are attending to this play. HIS FANS. That's alone is what called "promating the play🙃".

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I swear the reading age on these hate blogs is about eight-years-old. There are so many errors in what they write. Imbeciles.

'Promating'!! 🤣🤣

[saintlaurentproblems]

If they wanted to make noise they should run around LA or even NYC. I just don’t think ts the point of their relationship tho.

let's start this like: if they're dating so girl should get up bc dude is not into her (so your undercover anons doesn't thrown tantrums..) but my main point they're 100 pr lol, they don't have anything to promate currently like they used to constantly seen during his last few shows and her play. But after that it was pretty much calculated - had purpose and  very scripted to get maximum attention like the whole buzzcut, without trying to overexposure him AGAIN... I think yall gotta grow balls just bc she's black doesn't mean it's not pr stunt. They gets seen when its needed and pushes narrative to media

Do we have a timeline for when Harry is going to start his next era?

[softrobotcritics]

He's too plague-stricken to write about robots

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By Brian Heater

Thursday, January 11, 2024

Image Credits: Brian Heater

Covid, CES, saying goodbye

It gets cold here in the high desert. Visitors are advised to pack lotion, lip balm and a heavy jacket — the cold, dry air will turn your skin into fine ash. Colleagues have told me about their portable humidifiers for a decade, and this was the year I finally broke down and picked one up — or rather, had one delivered.

It’s been almost three full days since I’ve stepped foot outside this hotel room. Blackout curtains do a fine job making day blend seamlessly into night when you can barely be bothered to walk the two feet to down your twice daily dose of Paxlovid. It’s a bit like one of those scenes in the back end of “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas,” only without all of the fun preamble.

That’s one of the reasons this is an issue of Actuator I hoped I wouldn’t have to write. The other is that the newsletter is going away, and I’m going to miss popping into your inbox every Thursday afternoon. This has been an extraordinarily valuable experience for me, and I hope some of you can say the same.

That feeling really hit me at last year’s ProMat and Automate events, when so many readers stopped me to pass along a kind word. I’ve been writing about technology for longer than I care to mention, and those sorts of moments are both few and far between. We’ve spoken with many of the biggest names in the industry on these pages, and explored the ethical, sociological and financial impact of this growing industry.

“Growing” probably does it a disservice. I started writing about robots for TechCrunch in 2016, having covered the industry with less regularity a decade before that. These past few years have seen a veritable explosion in the robotics and automation spaces. After more than a decade of feeling almost frustratingly on the cusp, this was the moment the space truly started flourishing.

For the first time in I can’t remember how long, I was very much looking forward to this CES. Trust me when I say the event has become a dreaded date on the calendar for many of the people who do what I do for a living. But the lead-up to this year’s event felt different. Robotics and startup talk was everywhere. I packed my calendar as full as my degenerative discs would allow.

So, of course I got COVID. I knew it was a distinct possibility. Everyone who goes to these events understands it’s a calculated risk. Heck, I’d already contracted various other variants at three separate work events. What I couldn’t possibly anticipate, however, was getting it before CES started. Given my luck of late, however, it certainly tracks. That and the fact that we’re staying in the one hotel in Las Vegas that doesn’t do room service.

I’m excited to take a fuller dive into the subject once I’m on the other side of this. I have a lot to say on the subject of robotics at CES but will need to be able to sit up for longer than 15 minutes in a go to do it service.

As mentioned above, however, it will not be in Actuator, as this is the final issue. Publishing platforms are a tricky business. I will still, however, be very much devoted to bringing you the most import robotics news over on TechCrunch.com. I plan to keepTechCrunch’s robotics tag extremely active. After all, if 2023 was the year of generative AI, then 2024 is very much the year of the robot. I haven’t covered the category this hard for this long to abandon it now.

TechCrunch is still very much giving me the freedom to write the stories I believe are important. They’ll just be coming to you on a single platform. This year is going to be a memorable one for TechCrunch robotics coverage, and that’s not just the Paxlovid talking (judging by the taste, it’s aluminum cans from the early industrial revolution).

CES has been a perfect distillation of this moment in robotics. Lots of excitement and lots of hype. More than ever, we need people separating the facts from the marketing. I’ve been in this industry long enough to know how appealing these sorts of technologies are for those attempting to make a quick buck.

Brad Porter offered a helpful bit of insight into demos over at LinkedIn, including things like realistic simulation and “Wizard of Oz,” wherein there is a human orchestrating things behind the curtain.

“Unfortunately, it’s really hard to know if someone is doing this or not, but it’s a really low-integrity thing to do to show a robot doing something and not reveal the human controller behind it,” says the Collaborative Robotics founder. “But people do it. If you’re considering a significant investment in a robotics company, never go just off the video . . . go see it first-hand.”

My guess is we’ve seen a little bit of each this week. In an ideal world, improved technology would negate the need for such trickery, but that’s not how things work in this world — especially not in this age of movie-quality viral clips and technologies that are increasingly indistinguishable from CGI.

I’m excited to dive back in. Thanks to everyone who’s supported Actuator, and thanks, Carrie, who has edited my typos with minimal judgment. Please bookmark the TechCrunch robotics tagfor more. You can also follow me on LinkedIn, Bluesky and the artist formerly known as Twitter. It’s going to be a wild decade for robotics, and I’m happy to have you along for the ride.