#rog rambles

[weresmarterthanthis]

AND WAXER TOO

WE LOSE WAXER TOO

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

[nosepressure]

"phil wot the fuck" - dan howell 2024

[oulkheir]

sabertooth quatuor is polyamorous. it just pop into my mind but i often see some fans debating on if sting likes yukino rather than minerva or rog or if rog likes sting rather than... guys wake up they all like each other. it's just so obvious to me.

[iwanttobepersephone]

OUR SCHOOL DID A BOOK GIVE AWAY AND THE ENTIRE RANGERS APPRENTICE SERIES WAS THERE

[sunflowerrboyy]

they say you should never meet your heroes

role models - ajr, disenchanted - my chemical romance, stay frosty royal milk tea - fall out boy

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Ah 😳 So I shuffled my queue earlier this morning, and fanart of the anime I mentioned yesterday was the first thing posted... well. Yeah I guess its now no mystery that my first anime crush is from Sgt Frog heehee 👉👈 STILL NOT SAYING WHO THOUGH...

[sydbarrettism]

u posted abt roger and david being able to get into a “mac and dennis move to the suburbs” kind of situation and i am just curious as to who u think fits as which character, if either can really fit into either character LOL

ROGER IS FIRMLY DENNIS IN MY MIND LIKE,, HE'S JUST SOOOO DENNIS-CORE TO ME.. we are not going to mention how dennis is my fav character and i really Really REALLY like roger. david is mac methinks but thinking more about it i can see other members having mac's role (maybe not nick he's too chill for that)

[grantchester-meadow]

"I wonder if there's anything to say which I'm capable of articulating. There's words, obviously, but unless you know someone very well so you're not at all frightened of them, it's very hard to communicate with words. But we don't say what we mean all the time. We say either what sounds right, or what the other person wants to hear, or any number of things."

– Roger Waters, article and interview in Disc and Music Echo (UK), August 8, 1970

[ridearockox]

age difference is good. au is very good. i thought of this concept in different scenarios with different who boys being younger or older than the others as well its really. really. ghgn

Alright so I guess we are talking about the age gap John/Roger+Keith concept. I'm putting it under a cut for obvious reasons XD

In this AU, which takes place in early to mid 60's, Keith (19) and Roger (20) are friends who are really into the mod scene, and go out to drink, dance and more almost every week.

One night at a small dingy jazz club they cross paths with John (mid-40's) who's very mature and soft spoken. He buys them drinks and they have a nice conversation together. Keith is on to John though. After all he was the one to notice John stare at them.

Wouldn't be the first time he saw guys his age being approached by older guys in these clubs. And when John invites them to go to back to his hotel, Keith is quite willing to go.

Roger has a bit of common sense though. He's suspicious of John's intentions from the get go. But he's young. And drunk. And John is far too charming for his own good. And he also needs to keep an eye on Keith, right? He needs to be there so he's sure nothing bad happens to him.

So they both follow John to this big hotel room he's staying in. It's pretty clear he's loaded with cash. And it's even more clear when he offers them drugs like they are no big deal. Keith downs a purple heart almost immediately. Roger declines. He's trying to cling to some manner of sobriety, even though the room is spinning around him a bit.

Doesn't take long for Keith to be sitting next to John on the room's couch, making it with him heavily as Roger tries not to watch from his chair on the other side of the room. But it's hard to ignore Keith's persistent moaning.

Roger's resolve ends up dissolving after a bit, specially when he can't help himself and glances at Keith and John, and Keith is trembling and panting under John's touch, and John looks at him right in the eyes. And he can't look away.

And they fuck. And there are no strings attached.

Except, there are, because John nos knows he can play these boys like fiddles and both Roger and Keith are more than a little attracted to him. So it's not long before he begins buying them gifts, starts providing them with booze and drugs, take them to his lake side house that's isolated af so he can spend an entire holiday using them any way he pleases because they just become that devoted to him.

And while Roger and Keith begin as more friendly rivals for John's attention, their "competition" slowly becomes more jealously fueled, with a great dose of animosity.

Perhaps John didn't plan that as well as he thought...

[hellogoodbyegirl]

I just reblogged so many Rog posts and found so many others and now I'm so happy and excited I can't sleep

[nenoname]

After finally graduating high school, Ford is ready to put his hometown far behind him, only to end up being abducted on his way to Backupsmore and wakes up on an empty sinking ship with a strange bracelet reading “6” stuck on his wrist… Eight other strangers have met the same fate, all with a different number on their bracelets, ranging from one to nine, and the group receives a message from someone called 0. Their anonymous captor gives them a simple order: participate in a deadly game to escape the boat or drown.

Been thinking about a 999/Zero Escape AU for a bit now! (aka “we may be trapped in a death game with limited amount of time to escape but we will ramble wikipedia articles and thought experiments at you” the game)

Puzzles and quantum thought experiments and digital roots galore! Honestly if he weren't late to college and also the whole. Threat of dying thing. Ford would be having a fun time. Probably.

Participants I’ve thought of so far:

2 - Snakeyes: a self proclaimed professional gambler but is apparently just an old sailor who works on a fishing trawler. Is far too laidback considering this is a death game. He immediately gets on Hex's nerves and seems to have fun doing so.

He’s pretty good at word and number puzzles but he's someone who knows more than he seems...

3  -  Tri: calls himself a salesman, smells suspiciously of formaldehyde (the alleged reason why Snakeyes ignores his code name and calls him Hyde), may or may not be a cult leader/walking corpse from the 50s/a literal triangle. Is also far too laidback considering this is a death game.

Knows too much. Tends to let others take the lead in solving puzzles and prefers to observes as if they all weren't under the threat of death, has fun dropping cryptic and useless hints

5 - Star: This is a child. Who put a child on a sinking ship??? (SE calls her “pumpkin”) Is far too well-adjusted to the situation considering this is a death game.

Pretty smart in high tension situations but otherwise a bit prone to goofing off to help de-stress everyone, and tunes out when quantum talk is happening. With her weird girl powers, she can help provide a well needed unique perspective

6 - Hex: Had recently left behind a dream of sailing around the world, only to end up trapped on a boat. Great. (Snakeyes calls him ‘kid' despite there being a literal child on board who doesn't get called that. Tri calls him "Sixer" which definitely doesn't piss SE off, nope, not at all)

Is a sucker for riddles and can basically blast through any type of puzzles normally, but there's something about the ones on this boat that tricks him perfectly into getting caught up into the wrong train of thought which forces him to rely on the others

Spoilers for 999 and VLR (and probably won't make sense if you don't know the context anyway):

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Maybe I'll come up with more stuff for this au, maybe not

[weresmarterthanthis]

qui-gon you bastard how could you hurt obi-wan like that

[nosepressure]

ok ok cowboy phil fit for tit in october HOW DID I DO PHANNIES ???? 🫶🤠

[sl33py-g4m3r]

ramble about FreeBSD and Unix~~

how out of my depth would I be trying to install FreeBSD?

would it even boot on my machine?

am I smart enough to go through the install for the system itself as well as get the GUI that I want?

I think you have to go through the command line for quite a bit of time before you get a GUI up and running....

I started off being really interested in BSD/Unix in high school, and tried to fiddle around with a BSD live disc thing in a book (that I don't remember the name of) and then only fiddled around with Linux.

I've been watching videos on youtube of people expressing how stable FreeBSD's modern release is~~

I want to use it on my own hardware; but that's a problem with it I believe, is that it works on sort of limited amount of hardware, as opposed to Linux, that you could even run on a toaster...

Is it really that much harder to deal with than Linux?

Of course I've only dealt with a few distros~~ the rundown of distros I've messed around with are;

Ubuntu (not anymore tho)

Debian (current os being Linux Mint Debian 6)

OpenSUSE briefly (tried to get my sibling to use it on their laptop, with them knowing next to nothing about Linux, sorry...)

Fedora back in high school, I ran it on a laptop for a while. I miss GNOME....

Mageia (I dual booted it on a computer running windows 7, also in or right after high school, so a long time ago)

attempted GhostBSD but it wouldn't boot after install from the live CD (also many years ago at this point)

I like to hop around and (hopefully now I have, yeah right...) I can't make up my mind which I actually want to use permanently.

Linux Mint Debian edition is really good so far tho~~!!

Current PC is an ASUS ROG Stryx (spelling?) that I bought on impulse many years ago~~ Was running windows 10, fixed the issue and now use the OS stated above~~

or maybe I should maybe ditch Mint and run straight Debian... Thought of that too. and it might have an easier time installing and actually booting than FreeBSD on this machine...

but then BSD and by extension unix is meant to be used on older hardware and to be efficient both in execution of things, and space.

"do one thing and do it well" iirc was a bit of the unix philosophy...

yeah, no I HATE technology /heavy sarcasm/

[lamemaster]

The Prince My Sister Speaks Of

Pairing: Rog x Reader'

Summary: Rog carries within his heart these stolen pieces of you. He has loved you from the very first moment of meeting you. His affections for you, however, remain a well-kept secret.

AN: I really wanted to participate in this event. So, here's my entry.

Rog pines. He does so as his hammer shapes the seething metal, he does so as he sits in lengthy meetings. He would rather perish pining for you than witness another fate.

For a looming hardy smith, Rog's heart is nothing but the softest cotton for you. It blooms from a single glance by you and weaves itself into a thread to make a tapestry of you.

Even now as you chase after a giggling princess Idril, Rog's eyes follow your every movement. You are Lady Elenwe's sister, thus, Idril's aunt.

You had left Valinor following your sister. Rog wasn't there to witness your journey or your loss. His life had started on the shores of Middle Earth separated by seas, it was a wonder that Rog's path had somehow met yours.

You carry in you the light of Aman. The entire city of Gondolin knows of you. King Turgon's sister-in-law, who resides in the world of dreams.

A romanticist. You are a dreamer. A soul who walks the paths of Gondolin with a skip in their step, crouching among stacks of books all detailing deeds of love. During dark solitary nights when most scurry to light lamps or find comfort in their homes, you are found staring dreamily into the sky that holds all of Varda's creations.

Maybe that is the reason why King Turgon entrusts you completely with his treasured daughter.

You have looked after Princess Idril ever since your sister's death. Not even an ounce of darkness has come to the princess in your wake. It is said when the entire family grieved for Lady Elenwe's death, you were there holding on to your niece, singing her a soothing lullaby.

Rog carries within his heart these stolen pieces of you. He has loved you from the very first moment of meeting you. His affections for you, however, remain a well-kept secret.

The room pulses with an inexplicable heat, perhaps a result of the wine flowing freely among the company. King Turgon succumbed to intoxication long ago, his alcohol tolerance no match for the revelry.

Glorfindel and Ecthelion remain locked in conquest over the coveted loveseat. The others have long abandoned any attempts to intervene, letting the two elves sort out their seating dispute in their own boisterous manner.

Penlod, wisely, chose solitude over the rowdiness of the gathering, seeking refuge in this quieter corner. Meanwhile, Egalmoth has shifted his focus from the merriment to engage in what seems like profound conversations with the sapphires adorning his crown.

And then there's you — comfortably nestled on the chaise, a half-filled glass of wine cradled in your hand, your cheeks flushed from the abundant indulgence.

Yet, amid this chaotic scene, a world-altering event remains unnoticed by the intoxicated crowd. Rog, a pillar of unwavering composure, sits with unflinching poise. His back is as straight as a spear, seemingly impervious to the revelry around him. The wine in his glass ripples with the faint tremors he can barely conceal.

The epicenter of this upheaval? You. Leaning heavily against Rog, your head rests trustingly on his broad shoulder. Your hair cascades like a waterfall down his back, and the warmth of your breath skims his neck as you mumble incoherent words.

For Rog, each beat of his heart resounds louder than the clamor of his own forge. Your hushed, unintelligible utterances, so close to his ear, send ripples of both trepidation and exhilaration through him.

"She said emm she said... that I would marry a prince," your tipsy murmurs reach Rog's ears, your lips brushing temptingly close. He takes measured breaths, attempting to steady his racing heart as your ramblings persist. "Elenwe said that...," the mention of your sister stirs an involuntary twitch from Turgon even in his slumber, though you seem blissfully unaware. "but prince work in forge like Feanor did...then are you the prince? My prince?" you query, your voice a delicate melody that winds its way into Rog's very soul.

A prince...a concept so alien to him, a notion he could have never imagined. You, who were not born of royalty, now address him with a term that feels foreign yet tantalizingly sweet. As you delicately set aside your glass, Rog's world shifts. Your warmth leaves him, though the lingering sensation of your touch remains etched upon his skin.

Turning back towards him, you rise unsteadily, your hands finding purchase on his sturdy shoulders. Your bleary smile, a radiant beacon amid the haze of the room, holds a magnetic pull. Rog's lips twitch, the desire to mirror your expression warring with the taut control he maintains.

Your hands cup his rugged face, drawing his gaze into the depths of your eyes. In this intimate moment, your voice is a whisper, softer than a sigh, "Will you be my prince, Rog? Will you fulfill the prophecy my sister shared? Will you wed me?" The words hang in the air, untainted by the usual lilt of jest or the haze of inebriation. They are a genuine inquiry, vulnerable and heartfelt.

Rog's heart, once a forge that shaped the mightiest of metals, now hammers erratically within his chest. His dark eyes, a reflection of his internal turmoil, search yours for any trace of jest or illusion. But what he finds is unwavering sincerity, a truth that cuts through the haze of the evening.

From the stacked towers of your books to the winding paths of Gondolin your eyes always find him. The Lord of the house of Hammer of Wrath.

You can't help but muse about the way his eyes shine under the light of the Sun. Or how desperately you ward off elleth lingering about his forge.

These days even your darling niece, Idril finds immense joy in rushing into her father's office specifically during meetings with a certain lord. And you can't help but follow Idril with a fluttering heart.

On starry nights with no company in sight, you can't help but ask Elenwe, "Is he the one your stories spoke of?"

[sunflowerrboyy]

EXCUSE ME DANANDPHILGAMES MY BELOVED HAS RETURNED FROM THE WAR ?????