#I googled it and apparently

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

#i thought it was made by the creator of 'O Human Star' for some reason but apparently not? #goddammit goddammit goddammit #'i don't have to write down the title of this piece of media i encountered in my formative years bc i'll always remember it' #*cut to ten years later frantic googling* #fun fact 'a.i.' is now a completely useless search term #google in general is useless #and stuff i read 3+ years ago regularly vanishes from the internet #bookmarks are not enough! if you like indie media--download that shit! buy digital/physical copies while you can #save it to the cloud back it up and organize that shit!!! #keep a list of the stuff you read (organized by date/media type and possibly with keywords if you want it to be useful longterm) #(or a spreadsheet even if you're like me and rabidly consume short stories/comics like a pack of amnesiac piranhas on a feeding frenzy) #(that stuff PILES UP over the years ok. if you wanna make sure you'll be able to find it again a decade later--curation is key) #because art WILL touch your soul and then vanish into the void leaving naught but a 404 Error in its wake #i am an old man shaking my fist at the kids on my lawn but the kids on my lawn are me and my longterm digital planning skills circa 2012

[chongoblog]

I think the funniest thing about Waluigi is that he just doesn’t show up in Wario Ware

#i googled this just to make sure I dont look like a fool #apparently he has a cameo appearance in one game #incredible

[bugswarm]

Stealing this idea from the last post I reblogged since it was from the pre-poll days

As always, reblog this so we can get better data

#poll #music #portable music players #yes there is a such thing as a portable record player #try googling the audiotechnica at-sb2022 #theyve been around since the 80s apparently #theyre just rare/expensive #also does anyone else remember hitclips? #i do #i had 2 #they were very dumb products of the early 2000s

[metalhoops]

Steve was used to climbing out windows. Before his junior year, he’d made a habit of entering through and escaping from girls' houses unnoticed. He was stealthy. He’d learned how to scale trees and tread lightly across roof shingles with the deftness of a nocturnal animal. Yet, for the first time, he found himself escaping his own home. There was a first time for everything, right? 

Steve’s parents were home. The second Steve saw the familiar BMW pull into the Harrington’s driveway, he knew he wanted to be anywhere but home. His parents were only palatable when he had good news, but all he had to tell them was that after their last visit, The Mall had burnt down and he’d gotten a new job at a video store. He really was doing the family proud. He didn’t want to deal with it, not today. 

That’s how he found himself crawling out his bedroom window, shimmying across the guttering and trying not to sprain his ankles as he dropped onto the lawn. He headed out back, past his pool and into the woods. Usually, it was the last place you’d find Steve. He kept expecting to run into a Demogorgon or something equally as nasty. 

He walked for a while without direction, trudging through the underbrush until the rustling of leaves behind him set his teeth on edge. His body moved before his mind had time to keep up. He spun on his heels, hand scrabbling to the forest floor in search of a weapon. It supplied him with a fallen tree branch, almost too large to heft comfortably, but he did it, running on adrenaline. He came face to face with a familiar, wide-eyed boy. 

“Holy shit, Harrington. Take it down like ten notches,” the boy grumbled, showing his upturned hands as though trying to calm a startled animal. 

Hawkins was a small town, the kind of place where everybody knew everybody. Steve knew the boy with deep brown eyes and dark hair, halloed by fallen leaves, was none other than Eddie Munson, or as he was colloquially known, ‘The Freak’. They’d gone to high school together. He thought the guy was due to repeat his senior year, again. He didn’t know what he was doing alone in the woods. 

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

You couldn’t blame him for being on high alert. Even if Eddie was someone he’d grown up with, that didn’t make him safe. Steve was still riled up after running down Billy Hargrove with his car. He was paranoid. He’d had a rough couple of years. 

“Collecting sticks,” Eddie breathed, indicating the large bundle in his hand. 

“Collecting sticks?” Steve echoed. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe him. He couldn’t fathom why the guy was doing it.

“Yeah, I’m making a miniature log cabin for my D&D campaign, and you know, miniature logs are just... sticks—you don’t care, anyway. Sorry for startling you, my liege.” Steve tilted his head, thinking the acronym was familiar. 

“Is that the dragon game, with the Demogorgon and junk?” Eddie looked at Steve like he’d sprouted a third head.

“How the hell do you, Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington, know what D&D is?” 

Steve wished people would stop calling him that. Every time he heard the stupid nickname it felt like someone was rubbing chunks of asphalt into his gravel rash. He wondered if Eddie felt the same about his title. 

The old Steve would’ve used it just to spite the guy, to see what buttons he could push, not because he wanted to but because it was expected of him. It wasn’t an excuse. He knew that. Instead, Steve shrugged his shoulders and told the truth, something the old Steve never would’ve done.

“I babysit some nerds who play it,” he confessed. 

Eddie looked at Steve in wonder. He was puzzled, amazed and, for once, a little intrigued. He’d never looked at Steve like that back in high school. The two rarely crossed paths and when they did, they never spoke. Sure, Eddie ranted about ‘jocks’ as a whole, but Steve had always just been one piece of a puzzle. It would seem redundant to yell at a patch of blue and grey for being a picture of the sky. 

“Why did you need to take up a babysitting gig?” 

To answer that, Steve had to embellish a little. Maybe he no longer liked lying about who he was, but he couldn’t exactly dump the cosmic mind fuck that was The Upside Down on some unsuspecting guy. 

“I needed money.” 

“You needed money? What, did you get cut off?” Steve shrugged in response. 

“Christ, what did you do? Piss in a family urn? Trash the house? Get a girl pregnant?” Eddie questioned.

“I think generally existing was enough to do it,” Steve mumbled, kicking at the dirt beneath his shoes. 

Eddie let out a low whistle. 

“Hey Harrington, think fast,” Eddie called, throwing the bundle of twigs in his direction. Steve dropped the branch and grabbed the bundle with wide eyes. 

“What was that for?” Steve choked. 

“What are you doing in this neck of the woods, anyway?” Eddie asked instead of responding. Steve shrugged, still cradling the bundle to his chest. 

“Avoiding my parents.” 

“You got any plans for the rest of the day?” Eddie spoke. Steve responded with a shake of his head. 

“Well, you know, this really is a two-person job, so if you wanted to come back to my place, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” 

For some reason, Steve agreed. 

Eddie had a habit of collecting strays. 

There was the cat he’d kept under the bed when he was six and the gathering of stray dogs that hung around the back of the trailer park that he’d been feeding for as long as he could remember. The same theory applied to people. He made friends with the loners, the weird kids, the ones with wide eyes and nowhere to go. He was a bleeding heart, so sue him. However, he’d never expected Steve Harrington to trigger his urge to protect and befriend. That really hit Eddie out of left field. 

Never in Eddie’s wildest dreams did he imagine he and Steve would be sitting across from each other at his small dining table, Steve’s knee pressed on the inside of Eddie’s thigh. The jock’s still hands held small bits of twigs in place as Eddie worked around him with his hot glue gun. The guy had seemed so lost, back in the woods, so unlike how Eddie remembered him. He knew about D&D for Christ’s sake. Eddie wondered if he’d woken up in an alternate universe because it seemed like Steve Harrington was actually a good dude. 

He asked Eddie about his goddamn log cabin, tavern. Then he’d pushed deeper. ‘Why do you need a bar in a game about dragons’? To which Eddie explained, of course, you do more than just fight dragons, which appeared to be news to Steve. Besides his friends, no one showed interest in Eddie’s ‘stupid little fantasy game’. With Steve, questions came thick and fast. Eddie loved every second of it. When he’d asked why Steve cared so much, the guy had shrugged his shoulders and muttered,

“I might be able to impress the kids.” 

Eddie decided to ask about ‘the kids’. He and Steve didn’t have much in common. Sure, the two could commiserate about high school together, but neither man was in the mood to do that. And god, Steve could talk about ‘the kids’. 

“I run a D&D club called Hellfire. If they’re starting high school this year, send ‘em my way. I’ll tuck your little ducklings under my wing. Keep the big scary jocks away from ‘em,” Eddie noted, feeling comfortable enough with Steve to take a jab at him. Steve surprised him again by snorting out a laugh.

“Make sure you do. That Jason kid’s a senior, right? Total psychopath. The kid would peg basketballs at pigeons.” 

By the time the sun set, the boys were in stitches and had a fairly decent log cabin to show for a day’s work. Eddie was surprised that the idea of Steve leaving set a pit in his stomach.

“Hey, Steve? We should do this again,” Eddie proposed, and Steve was too quick to agree. 

“I have work tomorrow morning, but how about the afternoon?” 

Eddie hadn’t expected the guy to be as keen as he felt. 

“It’s a date,” Eddie agreed, before promptly wanting to shove his head through a miniature log cabin. A date? Really, Munson? 

A flicker of amusement crossed Steve’s face as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his too-tight jeans. Mind out of the gutter, Munson. You were doing so well. 

“You’re weird, you know that?” Steve remarked, running his hand through his trademark hair, and yeah, Eddie should’ve expected that. 

Now Steve was going to call him a Freak, the ‘King Steve’, he’d heard about would make an appearance and Eddie would be glad he dodged a bullet by cutting his crush off at the knees before it had the chance to grow legs. 

“Weird is good,” Steve corrected, seeming aware of Eddie’s inner turmoil. 

“One thing I’ve learnt about myself since high school is that I like weird.”

Oh, no. Eddie was so gone for Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. 

Read Part 2

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #drabble #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #alternative 'first' meeting #pre season 4 #long post #I always forget to tag that #just assume all my drabbles #are long posts tbh #thing I had to google to write this #'when were hot glue guns invented'? #apparently the 50s #Metalhoops writes

[spottedgardeneelstan]

please light a candle for peak lord shen's poor hips and waist.

#svsss #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #svsss fanart #mxtx #i dont think you can read what's on the system window but sqq is frantically googling 'fast and easy death' and 'memory removal' #i will NEVER learn what lbh's demon mark looks like. i will draw it as whatever i think is appropriate contextually forever #anyway i drew this so i could draw shen-laoshi flushed. #i need him biblically #also because people apparently think that sqq is *not* as obsessed with lbh as lbh is with him. which is SO insanely wrong

[oifaaa]

Who’s your favorite dc loser

Oh I'm sorry let me introduce you to him

#ask #anon #i know i dont mention him alot #but my son #is the biggest loser i know #love him so much #oh the art is by dexter soy btw #first image that comes up when you type in dc red hood on google images #its his wiki page image apparently

[stevenrogered]

ONE DAY ↳book > screen

Through another door, Dexter could glimpse the bedroom. One bedroom, one bed. He could feel the blood pumping in his chest.

She had begun to drink, taking big gulps, when suddenly Dexter’s hand was on her shoulder, then he was in front of her somehow, and kissing her. Her mouth still full of the effervescing water, she purse her lips tight to prevent it squirting in his face like a soda siphon. Leaning away, she pointed at her cheeks, absurdly ballooned like a puffer fish, flapped her hands, and made a noise that approximated to ‘hold on a moment’.

Chivalrously, Dexter stepped back to allow her to swallow. “Sorry about that.” “S’okay. You took me by surprise, that’s all.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Okay now?” “Fine, but Dexter, I have to tell you…” And he was kissing her again. "The thing is, Dex-" "Sorry about that, I just...bit self-conscious-" 

#one day #one day netflix #onedayedit #emma morley #dexter mayhew #leo woodall #ambika mod #bts one day #one day spoilers #tvedit #netflixedit #netflix #mystuff #one day tv #google tells me hes 6'1“ and shes 5'4” #their height difference was never more apparent than in this scene #hes GIANT and shes SO TINY lol #i never realized how much he had to lean down to kiss her lol #anyway im still not over them #heres yet another gifset lol

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

I’ve been highly confused as to why Michael “deeply openly thirsting on Twitter about David Tennant for half a decade” Sheen is half-in half-out the closet but apparently Wales is absurdly homophobic lmao what the fuck how is a country the size of New Jersey that much of a hater bruh we out number the shit out of you

#i thought googling ‘how to say gay’ in welsh would be funny but it just made me sad #i knew the uk in general had a problem with trans people but WOW it’s fucked up in wales like. there are 8 of you what are you doing #i feel bad now lmao #wales #my weird welsh hyperfixation has taken me places let me tell you #cymru #homophobia #gay #lgbt #lgbtqia #good omens #bbc staged #michael sheen #i thought he was just ‘oh i’m quiet about my personal life’ but that’s not even true like my man’s probably actually scared #what a fuckass country lmao awesome #uk politics #united kingdom #david tennant #what is it with this tiny ass island taking over the world and being shitty lmao and this is coming from an american #bisexual #<- bisexual gang gang feel bad you fuckin haters lol #yes the whole world is homophobic i know etc but it’s like outrageously bad out there apparently #stay mad that i think nationalism is dumb ‘how dare you ever have an opinion you american’ #you’re white you are not going to like where the power + privilege argument inevitably goes

[luvrxbunny]

it is the most embarrassing, and humbling experience to search for smut for a certain character… only to find that no one else is horny for them.. like damn.. i’m weird, huh?

#hopefully this is relatable #omg how embarrassing would it be if this actually doesn’t happen to people 😭 #in this instance i’m talking about.. #sterling archer #😭 #IF YOU DONT KNOW HIM #DO NOT GOOGLE HIM #I FEAR JUDGEMENT #but yeah he’s so #and he has such obvious mommy issues like #i could fix you baby #i could make you feel better #like i swear to god #all he needs is some praise and a good fucking #BUT APPARENTLY IM THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THAT #archer fx #archer tv show

[genderqueerturtle]

Based off of this

Uh-oh, the Leo's are fighting! Whoever rolls the highest on the twenty-sided die wins uh.. bragging rights? I dunno I'll come up with something cool later

The girlies (/genderneutral) are gossiping this can't end well

@uno-flavored @bettertwin1

So I decided to actually roll a die to see what were my chances at winning being the best Leo

Why was my roll so bad 💔

#tw eyestrain #the leo complex #I just googled twenty-sided die and apparently you can actually roll one #If either of you take up the challenge good luck 🫡 #I can't believe I rolled a 6 this is blasphemy #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #leo #leonardo #2012 leo #2012 leonardo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #fanart #my art #system art #moots

[cryptiduni]

ok ok, listen. I am gonna be straight with you. I am not a Patholic nerd and I really like the game. it has one of the most extraordinary stories/lore, plus its gloomy aesthetic is just my shit. but as a local Khalkh Mongolian, I very much dislike the herb bride designs. they have no inspiration from the cultures they are supposed to vaguely resemble, like literally nothing. i am a visual type of person and love it, ADORE it when shit is pretty to look at, it's in my blood. instead they opted for looking like straight-up savage unevolved cartoon cavewomen with skimpy outfits and foliage in their hair for good measure.

they look so out of place here, which you could argue its intentional but cmonnn???

here’s my take on how they could have looked like or at least what kind of things the devs missed out on:

—and their hair should have been braided in many different styles? all three of the major inspirations for the kin doesn’t like loose hair, if we are speaking traditionally. i really like these thin braids:

yeah, i get Orkhon economy is in shambles so no jewelry and colorful clothes but at least cover their boobage?? idk just slap on thin deel + belt and then just rough it up? make decorations out of wood?? and beads out of bones without just dangling them?? just because shit is desperate doesn't mean we gotta lose our dignity too?

edit: This post’s main point is not about restricting the nudity or the creative liberty i am only saying they should have approached this aspect from a different perspective with a native eyes on the IPL development team. It may have came off that way because i used the word boobage huh?

#everything doesn’t have to be accurate but keep your shit AUTHENTIC #do not ‘umm actually’ me unless you are a local or studied altaic cultures #deepening my lore perspective is ok too. but do not be a snob w/ me #dancing so hard that your clothes fall off is kinda bullshit excuse but ok fine. it's an interesting idea. initially #yeah herb brides get empathtic moments but we do agree this is a fetishization of poc women to a degree right? like a sexualized caricature #one of them straight up die for a open your heart joke lol wtf #and if you are gonna sexualize something at least DO IT RIGHT #there’s much so cool shit you coulda done here but nooOO savage east-asians are apparently the hip thing to do ugh #but handling of the colonialization aspect is horrible #you google traditional clothes on our culture almost every single one of those women and they will have a hairdo and a deel+belt #p.s. we don't worship bulls #or an evil entity #our religion is tengri or buddhism. some of us are monotheist too #random trivia: the pronoun “I/me” is not written “be”. it's “BI” #random trivia: unmarried woman/girl is called a sewger #pathologic #pathologic 2 #мор утопия #мор утопия 2 #herb brides #flintstones looking ass #god i am so gay for all these women above (except the herb bride hell nah) #makes the 4 hours i spent on this so worth it #if I had a nickel every time if slav games i liked had an anti-asian undertones #I’d have two which is not a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice #mongol #tibet #buryat #mongolia #buryatia

[televisionjester]

love when i get flagged for spelling a word technically correct but still wrong. "the archaic spelling of this word" sorry i'm writing like i'm from the 19th century

#honorable mention is the amount of times google docs asks me if i want to switch to the british keyboard #because apparently i spell a lot of words in the non-american way despite being from the us and i have no idea where i picked it up from #writeblr #writing community #writer problems

[mistykaru]

meme

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #the foxhole court #i have another andrew meme but i may clean it before i post it #or not hang on lemme go look at it again #apparently i drew it in 2020 lmao???? not this one another one #its p doodley so i'm gonna see what other memes i can stick andrew into and then post them together #so they are smaller and you don't look at them too closely #idk what people haven't drawn him as though like i'm gonna have to consult google #so i don't just redo someone else's but if i end up doing that don't get mad at me

[anotherrosesthatfell]

Don't you ever have a dream about the most complicated ships shit ever?

Like Error and Ink are husbands then there's Nightmare out of nowhere unintentionally snatch Ink. Yeah apparently Ink got bored of Error and decided to snusnu with Nightmare.

Then you got an idea about Error and Nightmare being BEST FRIEND but Nightmare here betrayed his best friend- then suddenly you got an idea that Nightmare is actually in love with Error but Error is all over Ink. So Nightmare decided to slowly get Ink the hell out of the frame.

Then Reaper out of nowhere snatched Error 😦

#random rambles #error sans #ink sans #nightmare sans #reaper sans #sans au #weird dream i had #undertale au #errormare #errorink #inkmare #destructivedeath #??? #even I am confused about this dream #and what a coincidence I am Dream in that dream watching all the drama #apparently snusnu mean devil tango #I learnt from a mutual in- google-

[ladymariayuri]

This was not worth it

#i did not have a single item in the original besides the catarina chest. this was on my 100 hour dude. #last left him off in the fucking spawn area in ng+8 or whatever #i played almost the whole fucking game. #had to kill curse rotted greatwood because i never transposed the moonlight greatsword. awful. #had to kill wheel skeletons in carthus for 5 minutes which could have been worse but it sucked. #had to go ALL THE WAY TO FUCKING ARCHDRAJON PEAK TO KILL HAVEL #AND GOOGLE HOW THE FUCM TO GET HIS ARMOR BECAUSE APPARENTLY YOU HAVE TO GO BACL TO FARRON KEEP AFTER #KILLED FUCKING ALDRICH WITH THE WORST RNG OF MY LIFE #anyway hi. #also died to dogs and curved sword dues in irithyll for like 30 minutes. ng+max is rough

[cock-holliday]

THE funniest take I saw about yellowjackets so far was that the ambiguity of the wilderness is "laziness" on the writers' part and that it is "clear" the writers "can't decide if there is something out there or not." Hello? Are nuance and ambiguity and lack of brightline answers engaging storytelling? No, it's bad writing. Did Jonas survive in the end of The Giver? Was Nick 's perspective trustworthy in The Great Gatsby? Was Will Graham a good guy? Are the characters in Squid game? Idk, it wasn't blended up and fed to me gerber style so I can't tell.

Is something controlling the girls? Are they doing everything entirely themselves and pretending it's something else because they are just evil? Are they trying to survive and they assuage their guilt with the idea that something is making these decisions, not them? Is it somewhere in between?

Thank you Lottie Yellowjackets for stating the fucking thesis, "Does it matter?"

#yellowjackets #did I pick like middle school books for my comparisons? yes because apparently we gotta go back to 8th grade eng lit #today we're gonna google 'what is a morally grey character?' #'does a writer automatically condone the actions of their characters if they don't have someone go ''hey thats bad''' #'what are the themes of books like lolita' #'what does ambiguity mean' #'wikihow think for myself' #y'all can hate characters or not like the show but themes like grey areas and unreliable narrators and morally reprehensible protagonists #are not automatically signs of ''bad writing''