#Remember Longcat

[a-cat-in-toffee]

hello chat.

#Remember Longcat #Jane? I remember Longcat. Fuck the picture on this page #I want to talk about Longcat. #Memes were simpler back then #in 2006. They stood for something. And that something was nothing. Memes just were. “Longcat is long.” An undeniably true #self-reflexive statement. Water is wet #fire is hot #Longcat is long. Memes were floating signifiers without signifieds #meaningful in their meaninglessness. Nobody made memes #they just arose through spontaneous generation; Athena being birthed #fully formed #from her own skull. #You could talk about them around the proverbial water cooler #taking comfort in their absurdity. “Hey #Johnston #have you seen the picture of that cat? They call it Longcat because it’s long!” “Ha ha #sounds like good fun #Stevenson! That reminds me #I need to show you this webpage I found the other day; it contains numerous animated dancing hamsters. It’s called — you’ll never believe t #But then 2007 came #and along with it came I Can Has #and everything was forever ruined. It was hubris #Jane. We did it to ourselves. The minute we added written language beyond the reflexive #it all went to shit. Suddenly memes had an excess of information to be parsed. It wasn’t just a picture of a cat #perhaps with a simple description appended to it; now the cat spoke to us via a written caption on the picture itself. It referred to an it #rupturing the boundary between the two. The cat wanted something. Which forced us to recognize that what it wanted was us #was our attention. WE are the cheezburger #Jane #and we always were. But by the time we realized this #it was too late. We were slaves to the very memes that we had created. We toiled to earn the privilege of being distracted by them. They fi

[yardsards]

there is an angel and a devil on my shoulders and i chose to listen to the devil on this night

conclusion: it... tastes.

okay, like. there were obviously no reactions between the ingredients (unlike grilk, where the acid in the grape juice curdled the milk). so it tasted kinda like you'd expect cherry gelatin and white bread to taste.

but also like. okay, you don't really think much about the taste of plain, untoasted white bread in your daily life. but then you take a bite of it with nothing but a filling that's like 98% water, basically just a sip of kool aid in semisolid form. and then you truly taste the bread for the first time. it doesn't just not taste like anything; no, it tastes like *something* and that *something* is Nothing. but somehow the addition of the cherry jello INTENSIFIES that *something* and makes you taste it more than if you just took a bite of plain white bread without the jello.

and the texture... the jello was already a tad too watery and the bread a wee bit stale. the jello got almost entirely lost in the feeling of the bread but sometimes in the middle of chewing, a glob of jello would make itself known, simultaneously a respite from the bread and a new form of torment. it felt like it took an eternity to chew, though it was more like 15 seconds.

the combination of fake fruit and mass-produced bread conjures an image: a mockery of communion, handed out at a megachurch in the lorax movie universe where no one had encountered a live plant in ages.

the video wasn't really funny enough to warrant posting, but these screenshots of me tasting it about sum it up (fun fact: i accidentally deleted the first video so this was of me taking a SECOND BITE. but almost nothing about the first bite really processed for me so the second was practically a new experience in of itself)

anyway, i give it a 3/10, only because i am using grilk as my baseline for a 1/10

(context: grilk jello sandwich)

@sepublic

#eliot posts #...tbh there is a 50/50 chance i would've done this even if i WEREN'T being egged on #i'd blame it on my adhd but no this wasn't a sudden impulsive. this was PREMEDITATED. #i had to pick up jello on my grocery run today. i had to mix the jello w water and wait for it to set. i could've stopped at any point. #sidenote i am just now remembering that they sell premade jello in cups and i couldve just got that instead of mixing it myself #ah well #sidenote sidenote: as i typed out ''it tastes like something and that something is nothing'' #my brain reminded me of ''memes were simpler back in 2007. they stood for something. and that something was nothing.'' #anyone who understands that reference gets a veterans discount #that ''remember longcat‚ jane?'' monologue lives in my head rent free all the time #ALSO i sent the vid of me eating it via snapchat to the guy who said not to eat it #(he has been one of my best friends for many years. he is used to my Bullshit by now. #mostly he just tries (and fails) to avoid laughing at said Bullshit in an attempt to discourage it)

[fictionkinfessions]

As probably the only Doug Rattmann kin in existence, I'm hereby banning all "the cake is a lie" jokes until further notice.

Also, I really wish I didn't have to explain who I'm talking about every time my name comes up. I had to explain it to a friend of mine and just gave up and said "the guy who writes on the walls" and it feels so stupid to be upset over that.

-d. rattmann  [#⏳🍂🐀]

(Additionally, as a sidenote for MPC: I remember when you tagged one of my kinfessions with something jokey about me being Alan Wake. I'm gonna actually look up a let's play and see if I actually Am Alan Wake since the game seems up my alley :])

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #⏳🍂🐀 #dougrattmannkin #portalkin #food cw #poie issue #ableist language cw #mod party cat #i dont remember what i said but longcat speed you good ratt-emperor!

[approximateknowledge]

What's the longcat rant?

Should I have immediately recognize it?

the longcat rant is

well

ever heard about "detective pony"?

it's a children's book

but there's 2 very different versions of it

one's the original

the other is the amended version by dirk strider

and it's just impossible to compare to anything that isn't itself

and in that unhinged tome there lies a rant spread out over 2 different pages that are like 20 pages apart from eachother

and it goes like this

and it's the fucking best

soothing overthinking not-quite-nonsense

remember longcat? i remember longcat.

#ask #longcat rant #dirk strider #detective pony #homestuck #it's homestuck

[grimdark-gnostic]

Remember Longcat? I remember Longcat. Fuck the house, I want to talk about Longcat. Memes were simpler back then, in 2006. They stood for something. And that something was nothing. Memes just were. “Longcat is long.” An undeniably true, self-reflexive statement. Water is wet, fire is hot, Longcat is long. Memes were floating signifiers without signifieds, meaningful in their meaninglessness. Nobody made memes, they just arose through spontaneous generation; Athena being birthed, fully formed, from her own skull.

You could talk about them around the proverbial water cooler, taking comfort in their absurdity. “Hey, Johnston, have you seen the picture of that cat? They call it Longcat because it’s long!” “Ha ha, sounds like good fun, Stevenson! That reminds me, I need to show you this webpage I found the other day; it contains numerous animated dancing hamsters. It’s called — you’ll never believe this — hamsterdance!” And then Johnston and Stevenson went on to have a wonderful friendship based on the comfortable banality of self-evident digitized animals.

But then 2007 came, and along with it came I Can Has, and everything was forever ruined. It was hubris. We did it to ourselves. The minute we added written language beyond the reflexive, it all went to shit. Suddenly memes had an excess of information to be parsed. It wasn’t just a picture of a cat, perhaps with a simple description appended to it; now the cat spoke to us via a written caption on the picture itself. It referred to an item of food that existed in our world but not in the world of the meme, rupturing the boundary between the two. The cat wanted something. Which forced us to recognize that what it wanted was us, was our attention. WE are the cheezburger, and we always were. But by the time we realized this, it was too late. We were slaves to the very memes that we had created. We toiled to earn the privilege of being distracted by them. They fiddled while Rome burned, and we threw ourselves into the fire so that we might listen to the music. The memes had us. Or, rather, they could has us.

And it just got worse from there. Soon the cats had invisible bicycles and played keyboards. They gained complex identities, and so we hollowed out our own identities to accommodate them. We prayed to return to the simple days when we would admire a cat for its exceptional length alone, the days when the cat itself was the meme and not merely a vehicle for the complex memetic text. And the fact that this text was so sparse, informal, and broken ironically made it even more demanding. The intentional grammatical and syntactical flaws drew attention to themselves, making the meme even more about the captioning words and less about the pictures. Words, words, words. Wurds werds wordz. Stumbling through a crooked, dead-end hallway of a mangled clause describing a simple feline sentiment was a torture that we inflicted on ourselves daily. Let’s not forget where the word “caption” itself comes from: capio, Latin for both “I understand” and “I capture.” We thought that by captioning the memes, we were understanding them. Instead, our captions allowed them to capture us. The memes that had once been a cure for our cultural ills were now the illness itself.

It goes right back to the Phaedrus, really. Think about it. Back in the innocent days of 2006, we naïvely thought that the grapheme had subjugated the phoneme, that the belief in the primacy of the spoken word was an ancient and backwards folly on par with burning witches or practicing phrenology or thinking that Smash Mouth was good. Fucking Smash Mouth. But we were wrong. About the phoneme, I mean. Theuth came to us again, this time in the guise of a grinning grey cat. The cat hungered, and so did Theuth. He offered us an updated choice, and we greedily took it, oblivious to the consequences. To borrow the parlance of a contemporary meme, he baked us a pharmakon, and we eated it.

Pharmakon, φάρμακον, the Greek word that means both “poison” and “cure,” but, because of the limitations of the English language, can only be translated one way or the other depending on the context and the translator’s whims. No possible translation can capture the full implications of a Greek text including this word. In the Phaedrus, writing is the pharmakon that the trickster god Theuth offers, the toxin and remedy in one. With writing, man will no longer forget; but he will also no longer think. A double-edged (s)word, if you will. But the new iteration of the pharmakon is the meme. Specifically, the post-I-Can-Has memescape of 2007 onward. And it was the language that did it,. The addition of written language twisted the remedy into a poison, flipped the pharmakon on its invisible axis.

In retrospect, it was in front of our eyes all along. Meme. The noxious word was given to us by who else but those wily ancient Greeks themselves. μίμημα, or mīmēma. Defined as an imitation, a copy. The exact thing Plato warned us against in the Republic. Remember? The simulacrum that is two steps removed from the perfection of the original by the process of — note the root of the word — mimesis. The Platonic ideal of an object is the source: the father, the sun, the ghostly whole. The corporeal manifestation of the object is one step removed from perfection. The image of the object (be it in letters or in pigments) is two steps removed. The author is inferior to the craftsman is inferior to God.

But we’ll go farther than Plato. Longcat, a photograph, is a textbook example of a second-degree mimesis. (We might promote it to the third degree since the image on the internet is a digital copy of the original photograph of the physical cat which is itself a copy of Platonic ideal of a cat (the Godcat, if you will); but this line of thought doesn’t change anything in the argument.) The text-supplemented meme, on the other hand, the captioned cat, is at an infinite remove from the Godcat, the ultimate mimesis, copying the copy of itself eternally, the written language and the image echoing off each other, until it finally loops back around to the truth by virtue of being so far from it. It becomes its own truth, the fidelity of the eternal copy. It becomes a God.

Writing itself is the archetypical pharmakon and the archetypical copy, if you’ll come back with me to the Phaedrus (if we ever really left it). Speech is the real deal, Socrates says, with a smug little wink to his (written) dialogic buddy. Speech is alive, it can defend itself, it can adapt and change. Writing is its bastard son, the mimic, the dead, rigid simulacrum. Writing is a copy, a mīmēma, of truth in speech. To return to our analogous issue: the image of the cheezburger cat, the copy of the picture-copy-copy, is so much closer to the original Platonic ideal than the written language that accompanies it. (“Pharmakon” can also mean “paint.” Think about it, Jane. Just think about it.) The image is still fake, but it’s the caption on the cat that is the downfall of the republic, the real fakeness, which is both realer and faker than whatever original it is that it represents. Men and gods abhor the lie, Plato says in sections 382 a and b of the Republic.

οὐκ οἶσθα, ἦν δ᾽ ἐ��ώ, ὅτι τό γε ὡς ἀληθῶς ψεῦδος, εἰ οἷόν τε τοῦτο εἰπεῖ��, πάντες θεοί τε καὶ ἄνθρωποι μισοῦσιν; πῶς, ἔφη, λέγεις; οὕτως, ἦν δ᾽ ἐγώ, ὅτι τῷ κυριωτάτῳ που ἑαυτῶν ψεύδεσθαι καὶ περὶ τὰ κυριώτατα οὐδεὶς ἑκὼν ἐθέλει, ἀλλὰ πάντων μάλιστα φοβεῖται ἐκεῖ αὐτὸ κεκτῆσθαι.1

Man’s worst fear is that he will hold existential falsehood within himself. And the verbal lies that he tells are a copy of this feared dishonesty in the soul. Plato goes on to elaborate: “the falsehood in words is a copy of the affection in the soul, an after-rising image of it and not an altogether unmixed falsehood.” A copy of man’s false internal copy of truth. And what word does Plato use for “copy” in this sentence? That’s fucking right, μίμημα. Mīmēma. Mimesis. Meme. The new meme is a lie, manifested in (written) words, that reflects the lack of truth, the emptiness, within the very soul of a human. The meme is now not only an inferior copy, it is a deceptive copy.

But just wait, it gets better. Plato continues in the very next section of the Republic, 382 c. Sometimes, he says, the lie, the meme, is appropriate, even moral. It is not abhorrent to lie to your enemy, or to your friend in order to keep him from harm. “Does it [the lie] not then become useful to avert the evil—as a medicine?” You get one fucking guess for what Greek word is being translated as “medicine” in this passage. Ding ding motherfucking ding, you got it, φάρμακον, pharmakon. The μίμημα is a φάρμακον, the lie is a medicine/poison, the meme is a pharmakon.

But I’m sure that by now you’ve realized the (intentional) mistake in my argument that brought us to this point. I said earlier that the addition of written language to the meme flipped the pharmakon on its axis. But the pharmakon didn’t flip, it doesn’t have an axis. It was always both remedy and poison. The fact that this isn’t obvious to us from the very beginning of the discussion is the fault of, you guessed it, language. The initial lie (writing) clouds our vision and keeps us from realizing how false the second-order lie (the meme) is.

The very structure of the lying meme mirrors the structure of the written word that defines and corrupts it. Once you try to identify an “outside” in order to reveal the lie, the whole framework turns itself inside-out so that you can never escape it. The cat wants the cheezburger that exists outside the meme, but only through the meme do we become aware of the presumed existence of the cheezburger — we can’t point out the absurdity of the world of the meme without also indicting our own world. We can’t talk about language without language, we can’t meme without mimesis. Memes didn’t change between ‘06 and ‘07, it was us who changed. Or rather, our understanding of what we had always been changed. The lie became truth, the remedy became the poison, the outside became the inside. Which is to say that the truth became lie, the pharmakon was always the remedy and the poison, and the inside retreated further inside. It all came full circle. Because here’s the secret. Language ruined the meme, yes. But language itself had already been ruined. By that initial poisonous, lying copy. Writing.

The First Meme.

Language didn’t attack the meme in 2007 out of spite. It attacked it to get revenge.

Longcat is long. Language is language. Pharmakon is pharmakon. The phoneme topples the grapheme, witches ride through the night, our skulls hide secret messages on their surfaces, Smash Mouth is good after all. Hey now, you’re an all-star. Get your game on. Go play.2.

1. “Don’t you know,” said I, “that the veritable lie, if the expression is permissible, is a thing that all gods and men abhor?” “What do you mean?” he said. “This,” said I, “that falsehood in the most vital part of themselves, and about their most vital concerns, is something that no one willingly accepts, but it is there above all that everyone fears it.” - ED

2. I have just realized everything that led up to this moment has been a colossal waste of time.

#jade.txt #house of leaves #hol #the editors #zampano #johnny truant #detective pony

[karokepandy]

A lot of random drawings part -I don't remember anymore, let's see

your fav drummer and, Longcat

Mally's n1 fan 🐛

Ladypillar is hilarious 🥹

I drew this the first time I saw Party Pooped, but I never uploaded it(because it was ugly xdd) But I did it again and here it is

AHHH, THE BALLET

And here the small versions🤏

And last but not least, hatter and hare from the parks

Happy Holidays to everyone who saw this 🙂

#alice in wonderland #mad t party #adventures in wonderland #the royal ballet #alice's adventures in wonderland #cheshire cat #caterpillar #dormouse #mad hatter #march hare #white rabbit #tweedles #queen of hearts #hashtags never end

[mayor-of-losertown]

Remember Longcat, Jack? I remember Longcat. Fuck World Marshal’s evil plan, I wanna talk about Longcat.

#metal gear rising #mgr monsoon #homestuck #detective pony

[juney-blues]

For your Homestuck (et al.) reread, I would absolutely recommend you also read Detective Pony by sonnetstuck (if you haven't already)! It's genuinely the most thematically relevant fanwork I've ever read of any source. It's what "remember longcat, Jane?" is from

ooooh sounds neat! i'll try and remember it when my brain starts working and lets me read again lmao

#asks #trans-peridot

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

remember longcat, frank? i remember longcat

I remember longcat.

#tuesday-titration

[velociraptors-in-hats]

Me: at work, bored

Me: minding my goddamn business

The gremlin who runs my brain: “do you remember Longcat, Jane? I remember Longcat.”

[tomorrowcomest0day]

Leto ii: Remember Longcat, Moneo? I remember Longcat. Fuck the picture on this page, I want to talk about Longcat. Memes were simpler back then, in 2006. They stood for something. And that something was nothing. Memes just were. “Longcat is long.” An undeniably true, self-reflexive statement. Water is wet, fire is hot, Longcat is long. Memes were floating signifiers without signifieds, meaningful in their meaninglessness. Nobody made memes, they just arose through spontaneous generation; Athena being birthed, fully formed, from her own skull.

    But then 2007 came, and along with it came I Can Has, and everything was forever ruined. It was hubris, Moneo. We did it to ourselves. The minute we added written language, it all went to shit. Suddenly memes had an excess of information to be parsed. It wasn’t just a picture of a cat, perhaps with a simple description appended to it; now the cat spoke to us via a written caption on the picture itself. It referred to an item of food that existed in our world but not in the world of the meme, rupturing the boundary between the two. The cat wanted something. Which forced us to recognize that what it wanted was us, was our attention. WE are the cheezburger, Jane, and we always were. But by the time we realized this, it was too late. We were slaves to the very memes that we had created. We toiled to earn the privilege of being distracted by them. They fiddled while Rome burned, and we threw ourselves into the fire so that we might listen to the music. The memes had us. Or, rather, they could has us.

#this id the most niche meme ive ever made #god emperor of dune #homestuck

[a-cat-in-toffee]

this is what I've been neglecting spsdaily to do btw

#I KEEP FORGETTING TO DRAW THEM #detective pony #YEAH YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT #DETECTIVE PONY !! #c2e2 is gonna go so hard this year chat #remember longcat jane? I remember longcat. #anyway sorry for not drawing gay people do you still love me chat?

[marshmallowprotection]

Hey I had a horrible day at work. Could I get some comfort from ge saeran and saeyoung? I've had plenty of bad days at work but today was the first time I've ever stormed out and purposely left work unfinished. It was all really embarrassing and it probably killed my shot at a promotion

"C'mon, let's make that sad face of yours a little bit brighter," there was the abrupt feeling of Saeyoung's hands pinching your cheeks that you couldn't ignore. You grumbled about it but he paid no mind to that. "I know it was a hard day. But, you know what they say, when the crack breaks the camel's back, it's because the hundreds of other cracks were formed before that! Thus! It wasn't this one thing that is the problem! It's the other cracks!"

You knew he meant well when he said that. In some way, he was right about that much. He was telling you that it wasn't your fault that you got fed up with everything after countless bad days... you just felt so ashamed after blowing up over "nothing". It was hard to do your job without fearing for the worst... about what others would think about you.

Rational thought didn't matter so much when you were upset about something. You didn't care about fact or reason, you just felt like it was over and there was nothing that could change it. You weren't at a point to accept Saeyoung's words. It would mean well later... you thought, just not right now. You just wanted to lay over and cry.

He let go of your cheeks and sighed, "Yeah. I know, I know. It really sucks right now. If you want to roll over and sleep forever to deal with it for now, that’s alright by me. But, you don’t want to make Saeran too sad, remember! You know how he’ll get when he comes back and sees you curled up like this.”

“I know how I’ll get,” Saeran’s voice was loud and clear from the other side of the room. He set aside what he was holding and back over to your side. He pressed his lips to the top of your head. “Sorry, love. I know it’s been the worst day so far, and I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner.”

“It’s okay,” you muttered.

It wasn’t.

“It’s not,” he replied. You knew he was going to say. “Which is why I went and got your favorite meal for dinner. That’s why it took me a little longer to get home. I’m sure there’s more I can do, but let’s start with getting you a nice meal to eat and then we’ll see how you feel afterward. You know that Saeyoung’s been wanting to binge a bunch of movies for family night, we could do that if you want.”

Saeyoung beamed from the other side of you, “You know, my home movies that I’m making! Like Attack of the Giant Longcat! Elly versus the World! Yoosung’s Day Off! Cats in Pants! Revenge of the Han! There’s just so many of them that I can’t count!”

You cracked a little smile.

Maybe... maybe it was okay to just forget about it for a little while while you were with your family.

#ask #drabble #anon #mod kait #mystic messenger #mysme #mm #mysticmessenger #saeran #saeray #ge saeran #saeran choi #choi saeran #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #luciel choi #choi luciel #707 #seven

[fictionkinfessions]

hey mpc! obviously no pressure to post this, just a suggestion since this blog has a decent following and we (supposedly) all like tumblr here:

reminder to everyone to submit feedback reports to tumblr.com/support!! @'ing staff isnt very efficient, feedback floods them with complaints about the new ui change!! we really should not let them think we're complacent about this, we're already dangerously close to both tiktok and twitter prior to this.

Shrug emoji oh sure I sent something but I have yet to see anything this userbase has done that has ever influenced tumblr staff. Well, positively, anyways.

Remember when partyjocker / partyjocking pointed out a tumblr staff was a huge harry potter stan and shipped like... underage ships? Aged up ships? Maybe, can't recall that detail right now. And maybe there's a reason there's rampant *isms and *phobes running around this site [because staff silence condones it or whatever that person said] Anyways, that person got banned for their troubles. And they just pointed it out, not even @/ed staff or the person's blog.

So like. Yell into the void, I guess.

Also remember all those silly log off for 24 hours protests? Yeah that shit didn't work. 'Pon Farr' is still banned here. Well, Pon Farr that isn't white or cishet, let's be honest here.

I'm sorry to be a negative nancy but realistically staff don't care. They never will. Longcat speed you if you do send something in. I will pray they don't ban your account for your feedback.

And yes I did send something in about this new layout. So there's that.

Connie / mod party cat!

#mod party cat #mod response #not confessions #mod party cat!

[hermitcyclop]

"Do you remember longcat" is the homestuck equivaleent of the bee movie script.

#I just saw the bee movie script written in orange and had to take a few seconds #rambles

[definitely-not-iorveth]

I kneeeww you’d reblog them x3 gimme all

OKAY FINALLY THE TIME HAS COME

*rolls sleeves up*

who is/are your comfort character(s)? is anyone going to be surprised if i say iorveth

lighter or matches? matches. it is so fascinating to watch the flame slowly crawl up the stick ☺️🥰

do you leave the window open at night? i tend to, except during winter and mosquito season

which cryptyd being do you believe in? none sadly

what color are your eyes? brown

why did you do that? why did i do what

hair-ties or scrunchies? i think i'm partial to scrunchies

how many water bottles are in your room right now? probably zero? not sure tho. i'm not in my room right now. i'm not even in the country.

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? BOTH ARE EQUALLY GROSS

would you slaughter the rich? with pleasure

favorite extracurricular activity? writing

what kind of day is it? rainy

when was the last time you ate? for actual food, about 7-8 hours ago. for a snack, like an hour

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? hmm... i'm going to say yes

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) yes i am the deadbeat father to a longcat plushie. his name is marian.

can you drive? kind of but not really

are you farsighted or nearsighted? painfully nearsighted

what hair products do you use? shampoo. that's it.

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? hell yeah.

do you say soda or pop? soda

something you’ve kept since childhood? i don't think i have a thing like that

what type of person are you? what does that even mean. what are my options.

how do you feel about chilly weather? strong dislike

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? i mean that depends on the rooftop??? there are so many rooftops out there.

perfume/body spray or lotion? ew, neither

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? idk how to answer this question. scenario for what?

about how many hours of sleep did you get? 7-8

do you wear a mask? sometimes

how do you like your shower water? warm to boiling, depending on the time of year

is there dishes in your room? see the answer to bottles of water

what type of music keeps you grounded? various kinds

do you have a favorite towel? no

the last adventure you’ve been on? exploring the Court Gardens

is there a song you know every word to by heart? hmm, not anymore, i think

what’s your timezone? utc+2

how many times have you changed your url? on this blog or in general? on this blog, 4 times i think?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? no

a soap bar that smells good? i don't use soap bars

do you use lip balm? yes my lips and the area around them cracks something awful

did you have any snacks today? yes

how do you take your coffee? i don't

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? spotify

what’s your take on spicy foods? good for the soul, bad for the stomach

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? there are SO many people. SO MANY PEOPLE. but i'd start with jarosław kaczyński.

can you remember what happened yesterday? yes

favorite holiday film? no

what was the last message you sent? iorveth fire emoji

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? at like 9? not quite sure

can you skip rocks? eh, not that well

can i tag you in random stuff? ALWAYS

whew

this was hard

BUT I FUCKING GOT THROUGH IT

thank you for the ask! 😘💚

#ask game