#02-26

[csacskamacskamocska]

Figyelemkurva

A figyelemkurvaság nem női vonás hanem jelenség. A figyelemkurvasággal elnézőek vagyunk, egészségesnek tartjuk, támogatjuk. Közösségileg. Egyénileg már nem feltétlenül, ha hozzánk tartozik az a valaki, de ott már kettős mérce van. Ha a figyelemkurva sikeréből ránk is vetül fény, akkor elfogadóbbak vagyunk, mint ha nem. Ez után a nyers bevezető után jöhet egy kis lírai pszichológizálás.

Létfeltétel, hogy úgy érezzük, hogy látszódunk. Hogy számít az életünk. Ez csupán egy érzés, érzelmi szükséglet amit valahogy ki kell elégítenünk, hogy biztonságba érezze magát... a mink is? Az elménk? A pszichénk? Ezt még rendbe kell tennem, hogy hogy is van ez. A lényeg, hogy szükségünk van arra, hogy úgy érezzük, hogy látszódunk, figyelembe vagyunk véve, a létezésünk számít. Rengetegféle módon tudjuk ezt az érzést megszerezni. Egy gyerekről, házastársról, idős szülőről gondoskodás már adja, hogy valaki "lát". Barátainkkal való kapcsolatunk és az idegenek visszajelzésének provokálása mind ezt a célt szolgálja. Ha az a valaki nem csak lát, hanem figyel is ránk, törődik velünk, a fókuszában vagyunk, akkor maximálisan kielégítődik az igény. Néha persze bekúsznak olyan gondolatok, hogy oké, hogy a gyerekemnek én vagyok a mindene, de vajon mint férfi/nő, látszom-e még? És ha a házastárs nem biztosít minket arról, hogy bizony bizony, nagyon férfi/nő vagy, akkor meg kell szerezni a visszaigazolást, kiprovokálni másokból. A közösségi média nem a szociális kapcsolatokról szól, hanem arról az igényről, hogy látható-e, hogy vagyok. A szocmédiában úgy is lehet élni, hogy senkivel nincs valós kapcsolata az embernek. Amúgy, szerintem mindenki mással kampányol ezen a piacon. A testével, az eszével, a nyomorával, én például a társkapcsolati nyűgjeimmel vagyis szintén a nyomorommal. (:DD) Ma hajnalban azon gondolkodtam, hogy csinálom a dolgaimat, végzem a feladataimat, megoldom a nehézségeimet, stb, stb. Van belőle bőven csak pszichésen nem annyira készít ki mint egy éve mondjuk. Most éppen jól alszom és nem annyira vagyok frusztrált csak borzasztóan leterhelt. Ha egy barátom azt mondaná, hogy elhanyagolva érzi magát amiért nem figyelek rá, akkor vajon mit mondanék? Mennyi harag, düh, vagy nem is tudom mi kéne ahhoz, hogy azt válaszoljam, nem te vagy az életem közepe, a helyett, hogy azt mondanám: sajnálom, mostanában nagyon sok van rajtam, örömmel beszélgetek veled, de most egyszerűen nem érek rá. Csak idegennek mondanék olyat, hogy nem te meg a problémád az életem közepe, jelezve, hogy húzzál a halál faszára köcsög, hát mégis kinek képzeled magad? Nyilván helyre is rakná magát és nem jelentkezne többet. Szerencse, hogy az én életemben nincsenek ilyen agresszíven nyomuló emberek ezért nem kell ilyen gorombának lennem.

Nem kapcsolatokat építünk, amikben látszódunk, amikben figyelnek ránk és figyelünk másokra, hanem lájkokat, virtuális sikereket hajszolunk. Ezt már sokan elemezték, nem is akarok belemenni. Igazán az az érdekes (amit szintén már sokan tanulmányoztak), hogy nem vesszük tudomásul, hogy ez keményen formálja a valóságunkat és a személyiségünket is. 50 lájkot beszerezni sokkal könnyebb, mint megoldani, megbeszélni egy konfliktust. Ahogy maszturbálni is sokkal egyszerűbb, mint partnernek lenni a szexben. A virtuális siker, mint a drog. Kéne egy olyan képsor, mint a dogosokról, csak ezen az lenne, hogy: like, reblog, chat, semmi. És egy mosolygó, egy elégedett, egy önelégült és egy összetört ember.

Ha lenne időm, Csányi Vilmost olvasnék. Bár kutatta, de nem pazarolta az idejét faszságokra.

#figyelemkurva #szocmédia #kapcsolatok #02-26

[laddertek]

@countthelions (tumblr ate this when I tried to save my answer as a draft, so we improvise 🙃)

This one? :D

This whole stream was delightful. What a way to return 🤗

Tango was so happy energetic.

And from Tango calling Etho's storage system cute and Etho in gamechat going "CUTE?!" (00:41:07). To the razzing (and laughing) over shops (00:49:00 and 01:03:49). Etho taking Tango's head twice, and it all being so playful (00:58:11). Etho using Tango's catchphrases 🥹🥹🥹 It gets me every time! "porkchop power" "flee with extra flee!" And the way he said it was the cutest, and Tango's giggle about it too (01:00:59). Etho offering to give the tour Tango wanted. More mail talk and laughing guilt and planning and razzing and teaching Etho to do the stamps. Tango complimenting the path (and that Etho showed it to him when he first came back when Etho came to say hi) (01:15:41). They still plan on doing their sand-collection-off (01:35:06).

And of course the whole TNTificating with Etho's new "boom boom tech" (01:39:43--02:15:17) was just…the most fun. They are having the most fun together...it's an absolute joy. (And it's also them collaborating on how to figure out a redstone thing together which is just so satisfying.) Just...TOO MANY (!!!) (so many) fun moments in that whole TNT section that I can't even start on highlighting them all 😭 I'd need another mammoth paragraph...

Honestly??? Still smiling. Great great great stream 🥹

Timestamps are for YouTube not Twitch because Tango was so fast on getting the VOD up lmao

#HOW are they as a duo this underrated in fan spaces I DO NOT KNOW 😂 #I'm sorry they're literally the best duo of all time and this stream proves it #and hey!! thanks for messaging :D always love seeing you in the notes #was gonna make this a bit of a masterpost of clips but tumblr only allows one video file upload per post lmao #though it's not like I could have clipped all of it anyway 😂 #might put some as separate posts. we'll see #tango tek #tangotek #etho #ethoslab #tangtho #hermitcraft #hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft season 10 #putting the twitch timestamps here too...used them first and might be easier if want clips later #cute 00:45:46 | shops 00:53:36 & 01:08:26 | deaths 01:02:48 | flee 01:05:36 | path 01:20:18 | sand 01:39:43 | tnt 01:44:21--02:19:52

[ikroah]

A girl can get somewhere in spite of stringy hair or even just a bit bowed at the knees if she can show a faultless…personality! —“Personality,” Johnny Mercer and the Pied Pipers (1946)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’ #26 - Ring-a-Ding-Ding V

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Notes / Original Pencils / Transcript:

Notes:

ohhhhh my god why did i make this script so long my hand hurts this took forever aaaaagh

Welcome to the Lucky 38! This is a script that has remained basically the same for a long time but went through COUNTLESS extremely small rewrites over the course of production just to really nail Mr. House's dialogue. He's a long-winded guy, this whole issue is basically just him doing monologues, and I wanted to make sure it was all interesting and non-repetitive. I think I took out at least three uses of "merely" from the first draft.

One of the biggest production decisions of this issue was whether or not to cut the scene with Agnes and Cass and Victor, which immediately follows the end of the previous issue. The reason to include it was because it very necessarily established the change in location from the Vegas Strip to the Lucky 38 penthouse, which would have been jarring otherwise; the reason to exclude it was that it the issue was already extremely long and I thought opening right on Mr. House would have been more impactful. Ultimately, I did keep it, which was a good decision, but only because of the literally issue-saving idea to convey it as closed-circuit television footage instead of actual panels. Every single attempt at overlaying them with the lead-in to Mr. House was way too busy, but that idea really tied the page together like a nice rug.

And lastly, the framing device of the tarantula and the tarantula hawk was actually an extremely late addition to the comic. I had already finished the first three pages when I thought of it. My problem was that Mr. House's constant monologuing and Agnes' sad expressions got pretty repetitive. I needed something to break the action up while adding thematic heft and artistic variety. I've become a real enthusiast for wasps and tarantulas over the last couple months, so this one really was just a stroke of luck. It took only minimal revisions to make room for the framing device, with the most dramatic change being the complete replacement of the last page (which was originally just a splash page of the Lucky 38 in Vegas; bookending the first and last pages is so much better). So you see, the only reason for weaving a scene into this issue of a skittish desert-wanderer getting paralyzed and dragged toward a certain demise by a predator almost perfectly evolved to destroy it was just that I like bugs a lot. That's the only reason, yep.

Original Pencils:

Due to all of the photo-collage in the final version of the comic, there's a lot of panels and details that I (thankfully!) didn't have to draw myself. Sorry that the pencil isn't blue on the last three pages, I've been on the move for the holidays so they got scanned in grayscale by accident.

I did experiment with drawing the tarantula framing device myself, but ultimately went with the photo-collage method because the artistic juxtaposition actually made it much more readable when interspersed with the proceedings in the Lucky 38.

Transcript:

EXT. DESERT OUTSIDE OF NEW VEGAS. The city glitters in the distance, nestled between the shadows of mountains, with the spire of the LUCKY 38 towering above all else.

In the wilderness, a TARANTULA emerges from its burrow.

EXT. THE NEW VEGAS STRIP. On closed-circuit television monitors, a SECURITRON ROBOT approaches AGNES SANDS and ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY, saying

VICTOR: Well howdy, partner! Fancy meetin' again here in Vegas!

CASS: What the fuck?

AGNES: Victor?

Unlike the usual police units, VICTOR's robotic "face" is that of a cowboy.

VICTOR: And heck, ya clean up nice! Sure lookin' a lot better now than when I rustled ya outta the bone orchard back in Goodsprings*--

CAP: *As was explained to Agnes way back in IKROAH #2. --Lou

VICTOR: --so how's about ol' Vic skips the rigamarole, huh? 'Fore all my yappin' makes ya want to go back, heh-heh-heh! I'm the welcome wagon, see. I'm to come and collect ya.

CASS: Agnes--

VICTOR: Boss wants t'see you, is what I'm sayin'.

AGNES: Boss?

VICTOR: Only of all of Vegas, friend!

CASS: Agnes.

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA crawls beneath the starlight.

VICTOR: So why don't we mosey on over to the Lucky 38? And your good pal can come along, too!

CASS: I need to know what the fuck is going on, right now.

AGNES: I...I don't know.

VICTOR: And y'know, boss ain't ever let a soul inside before, least for not as long as I've been rollin' around on my spurs, so this ain't just an everyday social call, mind...

On the closed-circuit television monitors, VICTOR escorts AGNES and CASS to the entryway of the LUCKY 38.

VICTOR: ...but heck, I reckon ya'll oughta get along like franks on a fire! So come on! Lift's in the lobby here, and up to the top floor--and we can get the formalities out of the way before ya'll get [cut off]

INT. THE LUCKY 38 PENTHOUSE.

AGNES stands awestruck, looking upward, bathed in electronic green light. With horror, she ekes out a single question.

AGNES: ...what are you?

???: A "Hello" would have been preferable, but it'll take more than a crude faux pas to tarnish this moment. Who I am, Agnes--

What AGNES is looking at is a gigantic SUPERCOMPUTER and terminal, flanked by closed-circuit television monitors and guarded on both sides by SECURITRON police units. On the supercomputer's massive screen is the green-lit image of a face. The face

MR. HOUSE: --is ROBERT EDWIN HOUSE. The President, CEO, and sole proprietor of New Vegas--and more to the point, the intended recipient of a long delayed package.

AGNES: Oh, you...you mean the platinum chip?

MR. HOUSE: Correct. It's a...very precious artifact of the old world.

MR. HOUSE: My world, once.

In the back of the room, beyond AGNES, is an oil painting of MR. HOUSE, standing outside in front of what must have been a very large robot.

MR. HOUSE: In that world, I was the founder of RobCo Industries--a titan of innovation. We created a litany of robotic solutions for diverse markets, such as the Securitrons that you see here, and even a line of consumer-grade devices like the wrist-mounted Pip-Boy. But the platinum chip was, more than any other, my design. It was my vision.

MR. HOUSE: But it never left the factory in which it was originally made. Before it could even cool off from its assembly...we had the Great War. An international, thermonuclear bombardment of unimaginable power that annihilated the world in all of two hours.

MR. HOUSE: But not the entire world. Not Vegas. Not my Paradise. From my fortress of the Lucky 38, I saw to that. But as for the rest of the world, and my platinum chip--it took generations.

MR. HOUSE: First for the scarce remnants of humanity to crawl out from under their rocks, and for the world to at least resemble a functioning society again in which to do trade. And then for the work itself--of countless scavengers, treasure-seekers, and the like, all contracted to comb over the wreckage of Sunnyvale. It cost millions of caps, and later, New California dollars. And a not insignificant piece of my pre-war fortune as well. I, quite literally, moved mountains.

MR. HOUSE: I do not believe in providence, Agnes, but I do believe in destiny. How else to explain it? It was pristine when it was found. Neither the bombs nor the passage of time had so much as scuffed its sheen. But still...its value far transcended the mere market price of pure platinum.

MR. HOUSE: Amusingly, despite the discovery, I was still only as close to acquiring the chip as I had been originally in 2077. A final ordeal remained for me: how to ensure the safety of the platinum chip en route to its destination, from Sunnyvale to Vegas, without broadcasting its preciousness to thieves, armies, and raiders--or worse, to heavily armed fetishists for pre-war technology like the Brotherhood of Steel?

MR. HOUSE: Misdirection. Through a network of anonymous liaisons, I contracted the Mojave Express for a batch of deliveries, all superficially similar knick-knacks, to various intermediaries of myself. All but one of the orders were totally worthless decoys. But your identity as the carrier of the one genuine item was somehow compromised, leading to you getting attacked, and to the second disappearance of the chip.

MR. HOUSE: But look around you. Look where you are. You've made it, haven't you?

AGNES, still staring up at the visage of MR. HOUSE on-screen, doesn't respond. She frowns, nervous. The SECURITRONS guarding MR. HOUSE observe her stoically.

MR. HOUSE: Let me clarify: I had nothing to do with Benny's ambush. Heavens no! It goes completely against my interests. It would have been a perfectly quotidian day's work for you if not for his, and I stress, unexpected involvement. The platinum chip...belies its significance. For Benny to have not only discovered its delivery route but possibly enough of that significance to motivate such an act, this constituted a very troubling breach of my security. And I had been looking into it...but in a way, the issue seems to have resolved itself. Hm?

MR. HOUSE: A wild card. Now removed from the deck.

AGNES' gaze sinks to the floor.

MEANWHILE, a small shadow blots out the starlight in the desert outside of Vegas. It flies over the exploring TARANTULA.

AGNES looks back up at MR. HOUSE.

AGNES: I killed him.

HOUSE: So you did. I only wish that we could have spoken before you went rogue on my former protégé: if this story breaks, I can grant you amnesty, but not without controversy. And your infamy as an assassin could make our further arrangements quite difficult.

AGNES: Um...I didn't think there would be more to it than delivering the--

MR. HOUSE: Oh! Of course, of course! My apologies. Two hundred years of anticipation and yet I'm still getting ahead of myself. Well--would you mind? I've been waiting a long time for my mail.

The SECURITRON closest to AGNES wheels forward with its claw outstretched. AGNES reaches her fingers into a pocket beneath the belt of her dress to produce it: the PLATINUM CHIP. She holds it in her hand for a brief moment.

MEANWHILE, the shadow descends; the TARANTULA HAWK engages the TARANTULA.

AGNES relinquishes the PLATINUM CHIP to the SECURITRON.

MR. HOUSE: Thank you--it's a relief to pay for this chip for the final time.

The SECURITRON inserts the PLATINUM CHIP into a slot in MR. HOUSE'S supercomputer, feeding it into the drive with a CLIK.

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA is fighting the TARANTULA HAWK.

From behind AGNES, another SECURITRON presents her with a stack of NEW CALIFORNIA REPUBLIC DOLLARS, which she gingerly takes in her hand and looks over.

MR. HOUSE: And I trust that you're satisfied with the agreed-upon compensation from the delivery contract, yes?

AGNES: Yeah, it's...it's fine...I'll be going now. Thanks.

MR. HOUSE: Oh? But you've only just arrived. I insist that you make yourself at home.

SFX: KZZSZZZTTT

The faces on the screens of the SECURITRONS in MR. HOUSE'S penthouse suddenly change from policemen to soldiers. AGNES recoils and tries to step away.

AGNES: H-hey, uh--

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA HAWK pierces the underbelly of the TARANTULA with its stinger.

SECURITRONS surround AGNES.

MR. HOUSE: You are the first guest ever through the doors of the Lucky 38, you know. Nobody has so much as checked a coat inside since the war, so this meeting confers you a significant level of privilege...and inevitable celebrity. The people of Vegas have always gossiped, after all. Many have even clawed at the door desperately with dreams of being where you now stand. Surely you can comprehend how this compulsion to leave after such a deliberate and remarkable invitation risks considerable insult--to both myself and my citizenry? And very deliberate this invitation was. Don't you realize: if handing off my package was all for which you were needed, why wouldn't I have just had Victor relieve you of the chip outside? No, no, you see, as necessary as its acquisition was, the chip is ultimately just a key, for unlocking a new frontier...of possibilities.

MR. HOUSE: Possibilities for prosperity, peace, and technological advancement that haven't been seen in two hundred years. Possibilities greater than anything the New California Republic or Caesar's Legion could dream of, let alone achieve, by playing pretend in the clothes of their forebearers and convincing everyone else that it's statecraft. Possibilities--which if they key is turned by human hands--become certainties.

AGNES (a whisper): Are you not human?

MR. HOUSE: Don't let the video screens and computer terminals fool you: I am a living human. No less so than you. I just live with a particular set of, well...handicaps.

AGNES: You said you'd waited hundreds of years to--

MR. HOUSE: One could argue that the world has been waiting hundreds of years for this moment. Waiting for me. For the chip. For the long-dormant doors of the Lucky 38 to finally open, to a single and specially ordained individual: you, Agnes. And there are tremendous things waiting for us, waiting for us to accomplish them, together. I certainly couldn't do them with Benny. What do you say?

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA has become completely paralyzed by the TARANTULA HAWK'S venom. The TARANTULA HAWK seizes its prey.

AGNES: ...no.

MR. HOUSE: I'm sorry--"No?"

AGNES: Yes--I mean, no. No! I don't want to help you! I...

Tears well in AGNES' eye.

AGNES: ...I just want to go back home.

MR. HOUSE: ...I see. Hmm.

MR. HOUSE: How do I put this in a way you'll understand?

MR. HOUSE: The die is cast.

AGNES, crying, looks up at MR. HOUSE again. Fear bulges on her face.

MR. HOUSE: Throughout the long delivery of this chip, several precise plans and fortuitous coincidences have aligned in just such a way as to make you, you specifically at this exact juncture, an irreplaceable asset in the ongoing endeavor of this wounded world's recovery from otherwise hopeless ruin.

MR. HOUSE: Your cooperation going forward is not merely crucial to this endeavor's success, but it's utterly non-negotiable. Should you entertain the moral issue of what's at stake, it's obligatory, even. It's why your refusal comes as such a...genuine surprise. Can't you see?

MR. HOUSE: I'm not a fascist, Agnes--I would never force you. But given the circumstances, I'm entitled, wouldn't you agree, to at least a brief demonstration of my vision? The vision that the platinum chip promises? Victor has surely seen your companion to the presidential suite by now--my other Securitrons can escort you to the basement, where I'm sure you can make a...properly informed decision.

The SECURITRONS close in on AGNES, who screams in protest.

AGNES: No! I said no! I already delivered your chip, I--I killed Benny! I-- I-- ...what do you want with me!?

MR. HOUSE: Haven't you been listening? I want what's best for you--for us. I know it's a lot, but bear with me for one moment longer, and I can assure you--that this is the beginning of something very incredible.

MEANWHILE, the TARANTULA HAWK has dragged the paralyzed TARANTULA back to the entrance of its own burrow.

The TARANTULA HAWK shoves its helpless prey into the hole, and then crawls in after it.

The TARANTULA is not seen again.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #courier six #rose of sharon cassidy #victor #mr. house #agnes sands #ikroah archive #volume 02 #26

[kyouka-supremacy]

Something else about this scene I'd like to highlight in addition to what's already been said:

This scene is so impactful. It's so peaceful that it feels surreal. It's Akutagawa welcoming Atsushi in the eye of the hurricane, in the white feeling at the peak of his panic attack. And the thing is, Akutagawa is not addressing him with judgement or contempt; he's simply... Stating, standing firm, so distant yet so close, looking a little sad. It's so dramatically different compared to the previous, cruel offences of the orphanage director Atsushi used to see in his mind:

The differences in visual depictions is striking. While the orphanage director's demeanor is aggressive and violent, Akutagawa's words are simple, calm, pure. Like he's done before, Akutagawa is telling Atsushi to look beyond what lays behind him. He's not being flattering, either; but that's the point, that's Akutagawa's relationship with Atsushi, and that's why he's so good for Atsushi: he won't tell him that he's good or that he's bad, he'll only ever tell him that he is. And that's comforting enough by its own; being reminded that he's a person with inherent dignity and a right to exist, no matter the amount of good actions or bad actions he scores.

I feel like Akutagawa calling Atsushi out on his hypocrisy is the best thing to have happened to Atsushi. Because he needed it to grow, to become self-conscious. But also because once the act has been revealed, there's really no point to keep pretending. And when the mask has slipped off, for what is probably the first time in his life, it must have felt so freeing for Atsushi not have to pretend anymore, exhilarating, addicting. And that's where sskk's weird codependency spawns from: for Akutagawa, Atsushi is his trial, his chance to prove himself his whole life has led to, but also the only person who's ever made him feel like he's good enough, that he's good; for Atsushi, Akutagawa is the only person who can momentarily make him believe that he doesn't need any kind of external validation to live, the only person with whom Atsushi feels like he can simply exist. That's why they seek each other, because they need each other on a fundamental level.

#atsushi nakajima #ryūnosuke akutagawa #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd ch 105 #mine #q. #26/02/23

[goldenpinof]

ok?

#ok sure phil #dan and phil #amazingphil #dan and phil games #phil lester #danandphilgames #daniel howell #my edits #gamingmas 2023 #dnpgames #Dan and Phil are Getting Divorced #26:02

[qtubbo]

Pac seeing Ramon and Fit at spawn cuties

#qsmp #qsmp pac #qsmp fit #qsmp ramon #40:10 on Pac’s 02/26/24 - ensinando a ser o pior jogador de QSMP só seja igual eu obrigado até mais. #Qsmp clips #qsmp video

[lance-thunder-reporting-live]

Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Monday, February 26, and there’s a 0% chance of rain. Highs are in the low seventies, and the lows are in the high thirties.

The Box Ghost has been spotted very frequently in the last 20 hours. It is unknown exactly what is the cause of this, but if I had to guess, I would say it has to do with boxes.

The Wendy’s on 7th street has exploded. It will be closed until it can be rebuilt. The cause of the explosion has been revealed to be not ghostly in origin, but no more information has been released.

The Fentons will likely be driving today.

#danny phantom #lance thunder #unreality #daily report #02/26/07

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

sani boy. perfect boy.

#he’s so husband #toktoq #pop live #02/26/24 #ateez #san #choi san #mountain choi

[bobauthorman]

One of the best moments in Digimon Adventure 02 was Wormmon playing secretary for Ken.

"Are you the operator?"

"No, I'm the Digimon."

#Digimon Adventure 02 #Wormmon #Phone #episode 26 #anime #digimon #Ken Ichijouji

[csacskamacskamocska]

A nemfigyelésben hígul a barátság

Nyilván, nekem ez a heppem, hogy ha megbeszélünk valamit, akkor azt készpénznek veszem. Ha most megbeszélném valakivel, hogy öt év múlva febr. 26-án kettőkor találkozunk a villamosmegállóban, akkor ott leszek. Ha külföldről jövök, akkor is. Ha valami változik, szólok. Na mindegy, legalább kényelmesen odaérek a másik találkozóra, csak azon a mondáson baszódtam fel, hogy „nem azzal töltjük az időnket, hogy várunk, hogy mikor értek rá”. Még reggel is rákérdeztem, hogy jó-e ha kettőkor hívjuk őket. Uh, tényleg dühös vagyok. Máshogy szerveztem volna a napom, ha ez a beszélgetés nincs beékelve ide. Legalább mondták volna azt, hogy baszki, elfelejtettük, bocsi. De ez a duma, hogy „nem azzal töltjük az időnket, hogy várunk, hogy mikor értek rá”. Nem mi adtuk meg az időpontot! Igen, én ezen fel tudok baszódni, de nagyon. Annyira igyekszem önfegyelemmel fenntartani a kapcsolatokat, mert tudom, hogy annyira könnyen elengedem és hopphopp már hónapok vagy évek óta nem beszéltünk. Szóval nekem feladat, hogy odafigyeljek és erőfeszítés, hogy ne mondjam le az ilyen beszélgetéseket. :( Az ilyen fellengzős lepattintás után csökken a motivációm, hogy az adott emberrel tartsam a kapcsolatot. De mi a fasznak mondta akkor, hogy beszéljünk??? Szerintem ez tiszteletlenség és megbízhatatlanság. És az anyjuk picsáját!

#remélem esik az eső indiában #02-26

[maturiin]

"you taught me one thing" "what?" "how to get FUCKED"

#art #duck you sucker #sergio leone #giù la testa #every time i rewatch this movie it gets better #26/02/2023 edited this a little!

[jtl-fics]

neil, stop breaking andrew’s heart, he thinks you’re Pretty Boy

WIP Wednesday 1-3-24 (Open) | Pretty Boy

"Don't let other people hurt you." he says.

Neil blinks at him. "Aaron didn't-" he tries to shake his head while his face was still in Andrew's hand and Andrew holds his face still.

"It hurt." he takes his other hand and presses on the skin around Neil's injury and doesn't blink as he watches Neil flinch. "You asked him to do it and you let him do it wrong." Andrew's eyes narrow and Neil's widen.

"It's the best way to learn. I-"

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#FIC: Pretty Boy #AFTG #AFTG Fic #Andreil #Pretty Boy - Chapter 2 - 26 #1-3-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #02

[lowresxisuma]

#xisuma #pov: gtwscar #hermitcraft season 10 #26/02/2024 #xisumavoid

[is-hinata-good-today]

february 26th, 2024

hinata is absolutely amazing today, not a single doubt about it!!!

#hajime hinata #super danganronpa 2 #danganronpa #26/02/24

[vhscorp]

Approche ta bouche de la mienne, j’ai un p’tit truc à te dire…

V. H. SCORP

#un #p'tit #truc #à #te #dire #citation #v.h.scorp #26/02/2023

[lance-thunder-reporting-live]

Good morning Amity Park, I'm your weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Sunday, February 26, and there’s a 0% chance of rain. Highs are in the high thirties and lows are in the high twenties.

The Fentons captured school of blob ghosts yesterday that had bee floating around town, but other than that, no ghost sightings were documented.

Noah’s Ark Pet Shop will be shutting down next week due to animal neglect. Cages were far too cramped, animals were not given proper food, and an epaulette shark was being kept in a plastic kiddie pool. Many of the animals have been confiscated from the store because of this.

The Fentons will likely not be driving today so the roads are safe.

#danny phantom #lance thunder #unreality #daily report #02/26/06