#thirtyTwo

[picspammer]

Oh... Oh, then suddenly you know You're never goin' home

[undnfd]

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[aug-archive-1]

Radio Transcript: Raw Audio File #2

Day 122

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----------istening to this, know that ----------------- We did not fail----------------------------here by our own ---------------------------se we allowed --------------------- metal bodies -----------------------lt to serve us. Our automata, the -------------------------------------mprove the quality of our li---------ook it upon the-------------- prioritize th-------------------------------urvival of their makers--------------rafted them, raised them ----------------------lor ----------------red existence, taught ------------------------- -----------------------------------------and shielded th---------------------------destruction which w-------- --------------------- consumed -----------------------umanity,---------------------- trust we pla---------- -------------------------tal power fr----------------------------------------------------------------- to prevent the -----------------------------------------------the city--------------------------- green, growing, and safe -------  ---------------f hum-------------------able. 

As I re-------------- broadcast, we prepare -------------------------march in--------------------- ----ay here. If you are hea---------------------------------------ome here, and do not ---------------------- -------------tion marked with--------------------- seal. The city is d----------------------nded by --------  ---------------- healing that ca-------------------e a place of safety, -----------Do all you can w--------- ------------and trust in one another. Humani-------------------lies with our abi-----to overc-------- --------sible odds. We’ve done it -----------------can do it again. 

-------------------------------------ma (form---------------------------man 7) signing off. 

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[bite-me-bitchh]

Not 102, but today I am another year older (and hopefully wiser).

[cannaqweenofcups420]

I’m finally feeling the drop in energy 😅 I’ve been up since 10 am, and I only went to sleep at midnight, but for some reason I am exhausted all the sudden 😅 I hope you are all having a great day 🤣✨✨✨🥳🎊🎉🎁 #Itscoming #Tomorrow #ThirtyTwo #FeelingkindofExcited https://www.instagram.com/p/CnkLCWeuL3A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sheurb]

heh *locks you in your own little hell world*

[gryffintheparrotcat]

290 playhours in,

290 painful hours of perfectly timing screenshots to not have dialogue in them,

290 hours of cropping in the oddest ways possible to have a clear image,

290hrs and then I accidentally click F10 once...

[stratosphere1981]

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[lizardtakesflight]

The "Humans are Space Orcs" trope has always scratched a real good itch in my brain. I have something I want to write for it, but I'm really shit at coming up with a plot, so I keep just doing little drabbles like this:

"You know, I don’t like that they call you that.”

Thirtytwo’s ears perked up and swiveled towards Alex, who had been sitting in the corner of the room and watching nem type away at their console. The Terran had seemed content to spend this work cycle just monitoring Thirtytwo in neir duties, and if ne hadn’t been used to this by now, it probably would have been more than a little anxiety-inducing to be stared at by a predator species for so long. With those eerie, front-facing eyes, it was always pretty clear where he was staring. 

Alex had been silent until now, just moments after Thirtytwo ended a call with one of the overseers.

“That they call me what?” 

The Terran scowled, and Thirtytwo had repress the urge to shrink down against neir seat at the show of disapproval. “Drudge.”

Thirtytwo’s spines raised slightly in confusion, and ne turned in neir chair to fully face Alex. “That is… what I am, though.”

Alex huffed through his nose. “Yeah, but that’s not– you’re an individual, not just some faceless member of…” He seemed uncomfortable with stating the rest aloud. “You know.”

“The serving caste.” It didn’t bother Thirtytwo at all to be referred to by such; it was just a descriptive of what ne had been born to do. It wasn’t quite clear to nem why this subject seemed to agitate Alex so much any time it came up.

“Yeah, that.” The words sounded flat and unhappy through Thirtytwo’s translator. “They won’t even let you have a real name.”

Now ne was really confused. “My designation is Vega-Bluelight-Drudge-32nd-Born-of-24th-Generation.”

“That’s not a name, that’s just saying what you are!"

Alex’s agitation was beginning to affect neir mood as well, triggering an extremely strong flight urge, and ne couldn’t help snapping back at him.  “You aren’t making any sense! They’re the same thing!”

“Okay, okay, sorry. Look." He scrubbed a hand through the short, yellowish fur on the top of his head. "My name is Alex, right?”

Thirtytwo's ears flicked. "Alexander Marcus Sullivan Sol.” That had been on the crew briefing that was sent out before Alex had come on board for the first time. Pronouncing it was a little bit difficult, because neir translator didn't pick up those sounds as translatable words. It always seemed odd to Thirtytwo that the Terran's name was just… gibberish.

“Right. Now, do all those words say what I am?”

Thirtytwo’s spines were beginning to soften out of their defense posture. “Sol means… you’re from the Sol system…”

“And the rest?”

“I don’t know.” They seemed to be nonsense words, but ne didn’t want to offend Alex by saying so. “They don’t translate.”

“Where I come from, names aren’t just… a label, so you can be sorted or ordered around. Names are a way to differentiate you from everyone else. They’re a word or combination of words that very specifically mean you.”

"So they're… descriptive words." 

"Sort of. They can be. Most Terrans are named by their parents, or whomever raised them. Sometimes it's a traditional family name, or maybe the name of someone else they want to honor. Or sometimes, they pick it hoping that the kid will grow up to have the qualities of their name."

"So… what does your name mean?"

Alex paused for a moment, then shook his head. "Actually, hold on a minute." He picked up the datapad he'd brought in with him earlier and started tapping away. Probably accessing one of those databases only the higher castes had access to. "Alex is short for Alexander, meaning 'defender of men'," he read aloud.

"So… a warrior? That sounds like a caste assignment."

Alex shrugged. "That's just a coincidence. My dad was an agricultural laborer, Mom ran the transport for the company Dad worked for, and Tati stayed home and watched the kids. I was the only one that took military service, the others chose to work with Dad."

"And Marcus?"

"Eh…" Alex scrolled on his pad, was quiet a moment, then shifted a little in his seat. "It relates to an ancient god of war."

Thirtytwo gave him an unimpressed look. "You're not proving your point, here."

[final-girl96]

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[hinatastinygiant]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Y/N, a muggle born girl, navigates the complexities of integrating into the wizarding world where she doesn't quite belong. As a 7th year and a human without magic, she must learn to adjust and prove her worth, but also navigate the feelings she has for a certain slytherin student named Ominis Gaunt.

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[moonwonuu]

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff, angst and crack filo!au

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[leolaroot]

high energy recipe tiktokers genuinely terrify me sometimes. one thirtytwo ance bag. OF. FROZEN. CORN

[starqueensthings]

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[sheurb]

im sorry for my friends who had to put up with this ramble, but im gonna ramble again but here since it relates to thirtytwo (my 432)

There's SO many interpretations of tsp where the narrator has his own office. Which isnt a bad thing! I think its an interesting idea that brings about the idea that the narrator isnt as powerful as he believes he is, as he tries to PROVE he is, but thats not the point of this post

The thing that confuses me is the lack discussion about 432 having an office,

I feel like it's not that hard to imagine 432 potentially having his own enclosed space, much like stanley's. It probably makes a little more sense, given how he WAS an employee all the same.

I mean, we never do properly see what office 234 looked like, do we? Who is to say he's not lounging around in there working behind the scenes to keep the game up and running?

Who is to say maybe, just maybe, that's why the parable is so insistent on keeping that wheel turning, regardless of any meaningful choices or progress?

Who is to say that the skip button's time getting longer and longer wasn't an accident? That the time spent in solitude was thought out and planned and prolonged for the sake of contacting YOU, and getting YOUR help,

After all, someone has to keep the wheel turning,

Someone,

[loudenver]

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America, I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel. #thirtytwo