#are you kidding me fucking purp is involved now

[sandsofdteam-moved]

I did not just read what I think I did

#discourse #tag rant #I've been in class and like doing college shit and I come back to this??? #are you kidding me fucking purp is involved now #I put my whole weight behind him like I knew that he wasn't exactly aligned with Dream but goddamn that's just so #like I don't care that he disagrees with Dream but god #like kid look at your top videos there's a common denominator there #I've been watching purp for a while now and longer than the dteam but this was just an asshole move #plus I know that this is only going to make it worse because if he backtracks it'll be a narrative of dream strongarmed him into agreeing #and if he doesn't people are going to be like #purpled you're so based for speaking out against this guy #like. I still think he's a good kid but this is the kind of behavior that would get dream straight up murdered on social media but no #it's fine when his friends openly go against and backstab him and he's not allowed to say shit #it's just so frustrating because looking at this from a perspective with literally any empathy for dream would make ppl reconsider #but it's like this thing with celebrity culture where they become commodities in our heads like dolls rather than actual people #and cc's especially those of dream's size and status are subjected to the same horrible shit people say about those a-listers #without the buffer of an entire community and network of support and pr teams regardless of how it goes down #and Dream is the epitome of the negatives of celebrity culture bleeding into how we see cc's that are closer to their audiences #I'm just v frustrated right now because normally I can see where Purp is coming from but this was unwarranted and horrible #I hate discourse posting but this one specifically annoyed me because like #we have seen nothing but support from Dream's side and this is the thanks he gets like ok #anyways #naptime I have class in an hour #snork mimi

[the-wintershade]

sleeping in waking | rain (1)

pairing: connor (rk800) x reader summary: Connor couldn't figure you out and that bothered him, more than he was willing to admit. Usually, he didn't care whether he was close to someone or not, but then, they weren't you and they weren't working with him all the time. Every time you were near, he would ache to hear you open up to him, to give a few details of your personal life that he knew nothing about, but you gave away nothing - nothing - and he failed to compute why. Now, there was only one thing to do. He would do whatever he had to to get to know you - that was his mission and he always completed his mission. wc: 4.6k+ genre: fluff, a splash of angst

Rain: series — 01 | 02 | 03

The pitter patter of the heavy raindrops hitting the pavement was like music to your ears as you waited under the awning of your house before you left for work. You reached out and let the drops cool your skin. The weather forecast included warm days; unseasonably warm days that consisted of melting ice and snow and road flooding. Not the prettiest or most glamorous, but a bit of an adventure to drive through and that it made it even more fun.

The rain was a welcome companion for you, a sort of home you could feel in every drop on the ground, on every streak of water crawling down your windows, on every blob that crashed into your face as it fell. You breathed in before starting a countdown in your head, 3….2….1….Go! and suddenly you were off, a giggling mess as you rushed to pry your car door open before the rain could permeate the thin material of your windbreaker. Throwing yourself into the safety of your vehicle - a smile still lingering on your face - you sat and listened to the cacophony of raindrops pound on the roof of your metal transport.

You shook the water off your clothes like a dog shaking the mud off of its coat. Letting out a sigh, you felt around the ignition with your key before it sank into its spot with a slight dip. Turning it all the way forward, you felt your car rumble to life beneath you, a few beeps being emitted in the process. You watched the dashboard light up with a few blinks and then a steady stream of faint light, the windshield fogging up with your warm exhales against the coolness of the car.

With a tap of the finger, you heard the fan kick on in an attempt to warm the glass enough to get the condensation to disappear. You rubbed your balmy hands together to give them a chance to get fully heated before you placed them on the cold steering wheel and drove yourself to work through the torrential downpour.

...

“All this damn rain is giving me a headache. I can’t even let Sumo out of the house without him bringing back a fucking lake.” Hank sat nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee and trying to expel his frustrations with the sky, with you, the least helpful person to talk to. So instead of turning the conversation to your pluviophile like habits, you turned it to your favorite furball.

You loved his little - or not so little - dog. That little ball of fur always managed to bring a smile to your face no matter what you were going through. He would come and lick your face eagerly or jump on your leg until you would sink down to a height in which he could. A small smile spread on your face thinking of your special guy.

“How is my handsome man doing?” You grinned plopping into your chair, booting up your computer in the process.

“Spoiled as ever, especially since he has Connor around all the time.” He brought his gaze up to the android absentmindedly throwing a quarter between his hands. The coin managed to cast a glint everytime the fluorescent lights caught it, visible through your peripheral vision and distracting.

You looked up to see Connor’s LED a bright shade of yellow as his eyes lingered on the linoleum tile underneath him, the quarter whizzing through the air as it sank into the palm of his left hand. He tucked it into his pocket and moved to look back at Hank as he realized he had quickly become a focus of your conversation.

“Sorry, Lieutenant, I was thinking.” He blinked and looked at you, giving you the smallest resemblance of a smile that he could manage as his LED returned to blue. Connor was trying, you’d give him that.

“No shit,” Hank grumbled, standing and sauntering his way over to the break room. “I’ll grab you a cup.” He titled his own paper cup and gave it a slight wave.

“Thanks.” You moved your attention on Connor whose eyes were already on you, a pleasant expression on his face. You and Connor had become good friends in the short time you’ve worked at the department, a nice reprieve from dealing with the likes of the other officers. Connor was kind and gentle yet determined and focused, you admired his work ethic as he tirelessly tracked down the purp and apprehended him with little difficulty. How such a benevolent face was capable of such vigor and robustness shocked you, but in a good way. It was good to see the contrasting qualities being balanced.

“How are you doing, Connor?” You shook your hair a bit, a few droplets ringing down from the crown of your hair. He watched these drops with interest before responding to you.

“I’m fine. How are you, Officer (y/l/n)?” He looked back at your eyes, the moment of distraction over.

“Great. The rain is fun to drive in.” You smiled as you clicked on a few files on your computer bring them closer to your attention. Connor’s LED swam to yellow again and a frown took to his face.

“I don’t understand, isn’t it hazardous? I’m not sure how something like that can be entertaining for you.” A grin crept its way to the corner of your mouth as you found his lack of understanding funny and a little bit adorable. You looked over the top of your monitor to find him looking at you expectantly.

“Well, it’s fun because you can watch the pools of water fly away from your wheels like you’re parting the red sea. It’s kind of like when you’re a kid and you jump into all the puddles while walking with your parents to the car because you're fascinated with the way it shoots away from you and…” The words died on your lips as you saw Connor’s face contort in a deeper state of confusion.

Of course, he had no idea about the kind of things like a childhood. The rambling you were doing was essentially pointless, he’d never experienced any types of those things first hand. You stopped trying to explain it and instead settled for a more simple response.

“I just enjoy it, that’s all.” Your eyes moved back to scanning over a report filed a few days ago, adding your own information to it. Little did you know, Connor wanted to hear you speak of your childhood memories more. He had only known the little details that you let slip in your conversations with Lieutenant Anderson, but when it came to speaking with him, your responses were more withdrawn and simple, not as complex as he was sure your mind was.

He wanted to be able to communicate with you more effectively and get more interesting answers. The way your eyes narrowed in concentration, the way you smiled when Lieutenant Anderson made what he came to know as a “snarky” comment, the ways your eyes lit up when explaining something that you found captivating, all proved to him that there were more going on your mind then what you verbally conveyed. If only he could find some way for you to open up to him, to trust that he was going to understand and that you could tell him anything your heart desired, to trust that he would never look at you any differently.

Connor had been running different ways he could accomplish his mission and all involved spending more time with you, preferably without Lieutenant Anderson. He would get to know more about your background and the kind of things you enjoyed, then maybe you would open up to him at some point. The same logic and reasoning helped when trying to figure out the Lieutenant, plus it would help strengthen the “bond” within your group.

It was decided.

“Here you are, a steaming cup of bland flavors and unmet expectations.” A giggle left your mouth as you nodded your head in appreciation.

“Seems like you’re a big fan of such high-grade coffee.” You tipped your cup up.

“Oh shut up.” He smirked, sinking down in his seat. You looked over to see that little LED flash yellow for the third time in the time you’d been in the office of the DPD. Connor didn’t say anything for a minute, his eyes fluttered shut and it worried you that there might be something amiss. Hank didn’t hear a response and looked over to you, only to find you concentrating on the android in the chair. He too saw the behavior of Connor and groaned before the android had a chance to speak.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I just sat down for -”

“Lieutenant Anderson, I’ve just got a report of a suspected deviant. We should go take a look.” He blinked back at him - his LED becoming blue again - as he didn’t hear the words that he uttered before. Connor only heard your laughter and saw your eyes crinkle on the corners and that was enough for the LED to blink yellow before reverting back to the familiar blue hue it normally held. He blinked once more before returning his focus back to Lieutenant Anderson, but his jaded blue eyes were already looking at him, tapering in thought. He saw that tiny circle on his forehead flash yellow for a split second.

“Everything alright, Connor?” Connor head cocked to the side and scrunched his forehead slightly.

“Everything is fine, Lieutenant.” He looked concerned but Hank knew better. He was sure he saw that little light wink into yellow.

Meanwhile, you had watched the whole exchange go down as your laughter died. They looked as if they were sizing each other up and if you hadn’t known the two, you might have thought that they were butting heads. You threw your jacket over your shoulders, slinging your arms through the sleeves. Letting out a light sigh and picked up your keys. “Well, if you two are done staring at each other, I believe that we have a crime scene to investigate.”

Software Instability ^

...

The ground was sopping wet and the smell of rain clouded all your senses as you hopped out of your car. The water droplets falling from the sky had lessened in their frequency but hadn’t stopped completely, creating a weirdly eerie mood. Your feet squished under the wet gravel as you made your way towards the house in front of you.

“Afternoon, Officer.” A detective said to you as you nodded and ducked underneath the yellow police tape.

“Afternoon.” You took in the scene in front of you, a broken glass window and some spatters of blue on its shards leaving a trail leading towards the back of the house. The wet grass scrunched underneath your feet as you made your way around to the back of the house, following the blue drops. When you arrived at the back of the home, the little bits of blue could no longer be found, the rain washed the trail away.

You stood at a loss. There could only be two possible places of where this android could be; inside this house or out on the streets somewhere. You didn’t think it would harm anyone without good reason, none of these androids did. Every case you had been on involved abuse, stress, or some sort of mistreatment that had resulted in such a dramatic and significant outburst of emotions. Just as humans had reasons behind their actions, so did deviants, in fact, you thought what they went through was worse. They endured for so long and what happened to them had to be astronomically terrible for a sudden break to even occur. They are strong, stronger than the will of most humans before they fall apart.

But all this rambling wouldn’t solve the problem staring you dead in your face. Connor and Hank hadn’t arrived yet and it was dark enough outside and in the house that nothing would be completely visible to you when you entered. If you tried tracking the android, you’d be walking aimlessly with nothing to indicate you were getting any warmer. The longer you waited, the further away the deviant could be and the longer it would take to track them down.

You were going in.

The wind picked up, throwing your hair around and shaking the dead tree on the lawn. As you moved closer to the back door, the wood creaked underneath your feet. Mentally, you cursed, they would definitely know someone was here now. Slipping the gun out of the waistband of your pants, you held it tautly in your hand, adjusting your grip as you pressed your ear to the door.

Nothing, dead silent.

You tried your luck with the handle, it turned but you weren’t positive nothing was attached to it. Sliding over to the window, you peaked through the torn up blinds. Dust sparkled through the air and it looked well abandoned, but most importantly, you didn’t find any evidence of something attached to the doorknob. You moved back over to the older wooden door, gave it a couple of good shoves with your shoulder and nearly fell to the ground as it broke free of the hinges.

Planting your foot, you moved your handgun into the first corner you saw. Another spew of dust flew up as you disturbed its peace, blocking your full view of the place. You utter some words of warning into the home but you heard fast footsteps on the grass behind you. Slipping behind the door, you wait for the people to come up the porch. Once you heard the wood creak, you sprung out from your hiding spot, the muzzle of your handgun pointed at the dead center of the stranger’s forehead.

“Officer (y/l/n)!” His eyes widened as he took in the firearm pointed in his direction and the startling dark look your eyes slid into. “It’s me, Connor.” His tone slipped into a softer, gentler version, hands in the air in a show of peace.

Connor ran all the way around because he knew you were here already and he did not want you to be alone. He wanted to be with you when you went into the house, to accompany you, in case something were to go wrong. He wanted to be able to have his part to play in fate should the worst come to pass. He wanted to be by your side more than he knew he should. He wanted all these things, but that was not typical behavior. Connor the machine should not want things.

It took you exactly two blinks before you corrected the aim of your weapon and another two before your brain registered that this was not your enemy. Tightening your jaw, you nodded and stepped back enough to let him in.

Connor’s LED flared red as he saw your current state. Something was definitely wrong; he never witnessed this darkness in your eyes that he had just seen nor how fast your heart was beating. Your pulse still was not under control and your eyes remained on the wood floor in the time you had lowered your weapon.

Connor was not equipped with the knowledge of comforting people, but looking at you created a dull ache in his chest, a sudden thirst to know anyway possibility that would help. The little consolation Lieutenant Anderson had shown him had consisted on a small touch on the back and a gentle emotion coming over his greyish blue orbs. Connor was not convinced that doing something like that would help but he was willing to try, willing to do anything for that matter.

His fingers stretched out slowly, each reaching out on their own accord, begging to come in contact with your jacket. He hoped they would give you some relief, hoped that some pressure might bring you back to the now and not wherever your mind flew too. Just as the tip of his index finger came in contact with the micro polyester of your windbreaker, Lieutenant Anderson waltzed his way up the doorsteps.

“Connor, what did I tell you about -” Hank saw Connor’s reach and how your head was still down, a gun loosely held in your palm. Connor never stopped looking at you but his LED switched to yellow upon hearing the Lieutenant speak. “Jesus Christ, is everything okay?”

Hank’s raspy voice snapped you out of your daze as you quickly holstered your weapon and snapped your eyes up from the ground. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” You shook the memory away from your vision and stepped a few feet back, unknowingly, away from Connor’s attempt at solace. “Let’s go check the house.”

Software instability ^^

...

Connor could only concentrate part of the way on the rA9s etched into the wall or the knife coated with blue blood on the table, he was too concerned about you. Since the incident at the door, you had kept to yourself; hugging your arms, moving away from the space he or Lieutenant Anderson occupied, staring off into space. It was strange behavior, behavior he did not recognize from you.

“Well, did you find anything, Connor?” Lieutenant Anderson stepped in his line of sight, momentarily blocking his view of you. His light blinked blue as he thought back to all the evidence he collected; analysis of the blue blood (in his mouth much to Lieutenant Anderson’s dismay), the reconstruction of the broken chairs and the knife to know that the android escaped through the window, the convict’s body that would most likely be in the closet door right behind where you were standing.

You. His heartbeat sped up a bit at the knowledge you were close and he still was unable to fix your current condition. He could not get a clear sight of you now, but he was sure your eyes were on him.

“Yes. I believe the victim’s body is in the closet behind Officer (y/l/n) and the deviant has escaped through the window.” He made a glance at the shards laying on the floor. “It seems they were attacked.”

Connor rose to his feet and you looked back down, squeezing your arms tighter and shifting your weight to your other foot. In that brief moment, the light trickling in from the open window glinted off a small line strung behind the back of your feet. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked for the beginning and end of this small line, but it wasn’t just a line, it was a piece of string, a piece of string held in an oddly perfect spot.

As you turned your head a little more, the device became clear. It was a trip mine and the floorboards creaking meant that Connor was coming over to open the closet, right into the path of an explosive, an explosive that would take down this whole house and the people inside with it. It only took you a split second to turn on your heel, only a split second to move away from the little ribbon, only a split second to look at him in fear.

“Connor, no!” You threw your body into him, your arms wrapping around his waist, and pulling back as hard as you could. His leg was suspended in mid-air as your weight around his middle prevented him from completing his step. His LED switched immediately to red by the tone of your voice and your actions.

His arms hung aloft by his side while you attached yourself to his back, gripping it with deadly force. “Officer (y/l/n), what’s wrong? Does the fact that there’s a body in the closet disturb you?” He tried to look down on you but you were wrapped at such an awkward angle, he couldn’t make out your face.

“No, there - there was a trip mine. You almost stepped on a trip mine.” You breathed out, slowing removing your arms from his body. Your heart was still racing a thousand miles a minute, but now the hard part was over. “Be careful where you step.” Your feet moved a few lengths away and you watched as Connor took a step back, his foot falling where it had previously been. He caught the glint of it now, but previously, he had not been aware of such a device in the vicinity. He made a mistake, partly due to not fully checking the surroundings, and party due to his constant worry for your health. Connor does not make mistakes.

Software Instability ^^^

You were scared. You knew the whole mission could have been blown if that mine had detonated, but more importantly, you were worried it could kill Connor. That it could kill the android who claimed to be just a machine, but you knew was much more than what he thought of himself. He felt things, he felt emotion even if he didn’t want to admit it. You’d seen that LED turn to yellow and red depending on his mood, you’d seen his eyes change from passive to filled with emotion, you’d seen his body language change. To you, he was as alive as you or Hank.

Hank watched the whole scene go down with a face of disbelief. You were keeping your distance, maintaining a bit of space from the focal point of the investigation, but he’d never seen you flip so quickly. He was thankful that you had stopped Connor from blowing the house and everything in it, but he also saw your concern. He saw Connor’s concern for you as well. Whatever was going on, it certainly left him speechless. He watched you untangle yourselves and move to your personal spheres. Oh boy. More mushy disgusting hormones.

...

The tension in the air diffused upon bringing the investigation to a close. The deviant was nowhere to be found but from the trip mine sitting in the house, it was safe to assume they were afraid and had an extensive knowledge of military tactics, most likely due to the ex-military officer dead in the closet. When he had the opportunity to demonstrate his knowledge, you had no idea.

The three of you walked out of the house and into the howling wind and rain. Your windbreaker could only do so much to protect you against the freezing water droplets, they punctured your skin, cold seeping into your bones and sending chills down your spine. Gritting your teeth, you pushed towards your car.

“Damn, who pissed off mother nature?” Hank shivered too and huddled over an attempt to bring his coat over his neck. His silver hair could only do so much to protect his exposed skin and sometimes it barely did that much.

You kept your mouth closed for fear that if you tried to say something, your teeth would chatter and interrupt your speech, but a smile crept onto your face. Connor watched with curiosity as your face lit up following Lieutenant Anderson’s comment and he felt his thirium pump speed up, a slight pounding behind his chest. A small smile mirroring your own took shape on his face, painting it in a warm, calm light despite the raging storm. However, he noticed the slight movements of your jaw as your teeth moved in order to bring some heat to your face.

An idea popped into his mechanical little brain.

You fished your keys out of your pocket with a satisfying jingle and went to put them into the lock to open your car door, but Connor beat you to it, his hand closing over yours. His chest was pressing into your back gently and if you turned your head, your cheek would touch his chin. Your heart slightly sped up.

“Connor, what are you doing?” You tried to turn to look at him but he was already putting his plan in motion.

“Lieutenant, would you mind if I escorted Officer (y/l/n) home? She doesn’t seem as if she’s in an adequate state to drive.” His brown eyes looked calm and concerned, but Hank knew better.

Hank opened his car door and draped an arm over it. “Bold words, coming from you. Have you even asked if she wanted any help getting home?” His arm gestured towards you. He sighed before stooping to lower himself into his Oldsmobile. “If she doesn’t oppose it, then do whatever.” He wasn’t about to get in the way of whatever Connor had in mind, that was one stubborn android.

Connor looked down at you, stepping back a bit so he could get an accurate reading of your face. “Would you mind if I accompanied you home?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You’d never seen Connor do something like this nor get this close to you without bringing something with him; a folder, a cup of coffee, a piece of evidence -  this was completely out of the ordinary. You hoped he was feeling alright but looking at his warm brown eyes boring into yours, waiting for an answer, made you rethink your original thesis. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him, in fact, he had been acting fine during the whole day, you were the one exhibiting unordinary behavior. You almost shot him, Connor, the android you’ve known for months now.

Connor watched all the emotions you were feeling flicker across your face and something in the pit of his stomach fell. Of course, you would not feel comfortable with him, you barely knew anything about each other. His LED moved to yellow and he began to take a step back, but then he saw your face land in a small smirk.

“Sure, why not?” You spoke out. The LED moved back to blue and he tried to refrain himself from jumping up and down, so he compromised with a small grin. Moving his hand around, he gently slid the keys out of your hand and unlocked the car.

Software Instability ^^^^

You moved to the other side, giving Hank a small wave to let him know he could head for home and plopped yourself into the plush seats of your car. As soon as you sat, you felt a weight on your lap. Your hands brushed over the cotton fibers of Connor’s jacket, the blue triangle glowing in the upper right-hand corner.

Holding the jacket up a bit, you looked over at him as he put the key into the ignition. “Connor, why are you giving me your jacket?”

He put the car into drive and turned in the seat to look behind him, but his eyes stopped on you, a wholehearted look in his brown orbs. “You’re teeth are still chattering. Please, use it to get warm, at least until I get the heat on.”

That was the second time you’d been at a loss of words while dealing with Connor, but your heart warmed at the sight of how genuine Connor was being. You’re not saying that you agreed with him giving up his coat so willingly, but you certainly appreciated it. Letting your fingers ball around it, you pulled the jacket up so it covered your chest, thankful for the coverage to allow you to warm up.

Connor felt a surge of warmth through his veins as he saw you move the jacket to a more comfortable position through the corner of his eye. At least, you trusted him enough to accept his kindness, it was not a lot, but it was a start and that was all he needed. He kicked up the speed on the windshield wipers before backing up and turning into the street. The rain droplets struck the car with a loud thud, spreading out in all directions. Connor now wondered if he would finally understand what you meant by your joy of driving in the rain.

Software Instability ^^^^^

#connor x reader #rk800connor #connor fic #dbh connor #rk800 x reader #connor (rk800) x reader #rain series #rain #series: rain #already finished this a while ago #and uploaded on here #but I deleted everything #so I figured I should reupload it while you're waiting for the newer uploadas #cool little series #did really well on ao3 so #rain: rk800

[ionproton]

Don't worry friends!

Remember. I'm Steve B. The Science G.! Inspired by the greats before me. Student of Bill Nye the Science Guy. Teacher of this realm. Artistically keen to perceive the beauty of the elegant universe and comprehend a method for visualizing Infinity. I must say the actual nature and mathematics involved for such a system is truly amazing. To me that's gotta be proof of a God above...Geez you are smart...Or just a hippy scientist like me that enjoys experimentation! So let me report. Order is restored in my network and those attached to me via this connectivity. I hope that my trusted networks can extend to third parties and such...Because technically we are all connected. Tesla was freaking amazing...Not enough credit. Total recommendation for underrated genius of his physical time! As kids will play. Business is business, usual. I recognize that someone needs to take the fall. As founder of Campfire Stories Inc. it is my job to do so to protect my employees. However, my network is one in that regard. Hopefully, however, due to stupid ass contracts and the internet binding us all in a way...I hope my amazing lawyer can make an argument that can cover everyone on my planet as safe. I'll get grounded for that. That's my L. Games are games. We need to remember it's all fun until it isn't. I recommend making sure to live within means as credit debt creates these bigger issues. Hopefully though the higher ups in management have an insurance plan or at least a love for the game and respect of what their amount of wealth can do in terms of providing assistance. Collaboration really goes a long way. My Dad will kill me and probably think I am crazy but I believe whatever I have I'll happily share to help out however I can. I don't have much right now. But after careful studying, I find the story of Amazon's creation very inspirational. They continued to invest in their company and employees before taking anything for themselves. That's beautiful. Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg also have incredible wealth and give back a lot as well. I hope that if I were ever to be of a status of wealth that I'd be able to clear the debts of the less fortunate or just contribute to the greater good...I would in a heart beat. The best I can do right now is promise that I will die for this belief and legacy of self. Hopefully, that allows me to go first before anyone on my team. I will catch the L for my team. However I need to. I know they will pick me up and be strong when I'm weak. I do the same when they are weak. Our team understands through artistic, educated, and sometimes playfully goofy wishful thinking that contributing to the greater good is how momentum is maintained. It pays to be educated by the birds and the bees it seems. Lucky primates! Reptiles very sneaky for finding a place inside as well. Evolution is truly beautiful. So this probably brings us to closing point. Remenber, games are fun. Discussions are meant to share ideas. Say bad words...Listen to me...Or don't. Think for yourself. Don't be PC around me ..I'm actually learning I'm horrible with computer stuff! But, I see the humans love it. So it has to stay. But we need to make sure that we are modeling to lower levels how to do things...A respect for culture but love for the game. Ultimately, closing the loop...Someone has to pay...Remember...If you and friends are doing your thing....Pay for your shit or throw down...All good. Live within means. Boom. You are safe all around. Upper management, I don't know how y'all will settle that. I merely restored order at my level and will model good vibes when in public as people naturally feed their negativity to me and i put it into my special top secret anti-matter converter and turn it into a wave form that resonates with everyone and releases dopamine and serotonin...Or whatever preferred neurotransmitters an individual likes at a safe level. I believe in doing so, my mere presence will help others not seek outside substances for euphoria...Or at least too much...Just a possible solution to help the addicts that are struggling. I hurt for them and know that pain. That's why I would like to ask for the touch. Not all for myself of course, but just for reasons that I will use it to be a bringer of heavenly love as God would want. My trade-off is that this can be my hell. So that means when I see others around I'm happy! That means I made it to heaven! Even if they are having a bad day, the energy feeds off each other...It's crazy! I'm telling you Tesla is a MFG! I'm sure I made a mistake somewhere and some grammar Nazi will catch it...But they will most likely be an asshole about it. If memory serves correct, Germany doesn't do too well in that war. But, the innocent should not have to pay for the crimes of the wicked. That is not a burden anyone should bear. Own your actions, control yourself, and be aware of your influence. Hopefully though that doesn't make people stay inside. We should be able to interact with one another. That's why I make a move that a new patch or initiator be implemented. "You invented Facebook" or "you invented the internet" are said too much right now. So unless we at least just set maybe like a 10 year or 5 year time limit for peace...Let's actually see what Trump can do to get America out of this mess and see how other countries handle their debt. I know that all that money being moved overseas means when their markets crash they will be in worse off shape than US. Hopefully we can use this as a time to join together as a planet and embrace diversity. We were born into this. It isn't our fault. But it can't hurt to believe that their are powers above who may help restore order. I'm sure it would be great for customer loyalty and acquisition as well. Again, whatever loss or blame I need to take, or someone wants me to own and say in camera (for a fee) I will. If I receive funds for services I will consider that as a transfer of property so...Yeah...I will own it. I just don't like lying though. I won't lie in business matters. As for the ultimate L, I think Douglas Adams Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy makes a good point. God made creation for some reason. Imagine if God were to see this pain and anxiety...They would want to do whatever they could to fix it. For that, if that doesn't at least deserve some mother fucking respect...I don't know what does. Has mine though. That's why I'm willing to die to protect that honor. Luckily JC has taken care of the martyr aspect. So I guess that leaves me to wait to worry for grandfather time or mother nature. I dont know. Users decide! Or random chance...Whatever... Hopefully this helps higher ups know that everything is clear here. Got the green light, blue skies, and the pearls jam because yellow ledbetter. The purp helped an activist wake me to get after this. It's the flow maestro and let it be known. I'm trying to earn wings back so I can get home. But that comes when it does...So I'll let nature take its course. That should also take care of who has to lose. Obviously my enemies (in the scope of the past few months....Since the creation of trying to make it a positive only place here...It became fake and phony. Just be you. You don't have to be liked. Just respect or indifference is all I would ask I find could. But my students need to see that I am who I say I am. Or at least who they always said I was..."the cool teacher"...I only ever said cool teacher if students are learning. So hopefully this is a learning event for all. Especially in knowing your place.) I have nothing but love from me to you. I'm aware of the implications and if anything have a sense of freedom now. My problems are of a much grandeur nature that I don't have to worry about simple shit like matching clothes and showering. There are technologies that need to be invented or unlocked and at appropriate times such that we dont have to destroy this planet. Let's just move and terraforn a new one! Essentially that's where business is going to be going...The colonization of more space. Where's the space come from? Well, if we were to model reality as a simulation then I guess the problem started when the 4th wall was broken. Now people don't know which side they are on. However, I've noticed that the internet benefits both parties. I recommend that collaboration and linkage helps ensure proper representation and operations even if someone is not around. Trust is important. Knowing I got you on this side of you got me there....Were good then! Just tell me what to do and I will! Up and forward, always. Rate is limiting step, however, that is solely up to others path or way. That's why we all have our own paths and they are independent of each other's. However, again, collaboration makes for amazing innovation and solutions even in the presence of failures. Learning is a messy process. Mistakes are expected. So to end this. So I may go out and mingle with some cuties...I hope I have said enough for upper management to know that I'll play my part and understand this must occur for business to continue. Hopefully, it earns respect. If not. .There's always a 1v1 freestyle that continues with me...I love that shit. I won't be the goat for long...If I am at all. .I actually think Em is by far. But if I need to show my mentor what he has done in terms of inspiring me to be a force of change for the better, even with shitty and emotionally hard topics, then music is my key. One of them. Writing too. To all my artists, creatives, Jedi, hope warriors, and followers of the light...I love you even if we haven't met. Thank you for inspiring me and helping me overcome my imbalances and come to know myself. I can't thank you enough. But to know that we are truly in a new time and age...To know that I am relying on your above expertise to help continue my progress that must feel amazing. I hope to leave a legacy like that. That's truly amazing. Please know that whatever evil you have done in terms of service or whatever I am owning that. And to ensuring that the innocent stay innocent and unaware...I protect it. However, when more awake...We need to make sure that the agents are ready to help assimilate. Technically I have a 5 year NDA on my app...With proof of concept...I'm good regardless. Obviously I may not share the same personal beliefs as you, I hopefully have demonstrated that I will stand for what I believe to be the betterment of society. I have the ability to remove myself from NY physical body. Not sure what that means...Maybe some discussion can help keep this thing going. Also please share... And remember...I fucked up somewhere....Shitty first drafts....Stuff in the past....Not me today. I've upgraded. Hopefully my friends were all taken care of first. I did bad shit I had to repent for. If someone did me dirty, they don't have to say shit. Perfect past is just that. The past. Anyone that still comes around is loved by me. Forgiving myself was hard. Anyways... Angels above take care of shit. I don't know how...But I know this helps. Thanks for everything. And again, remember if demons needed to be cleansed before their ascent....They may use me as a vehicle or conduit. I will scribe whenever I get zapped. I'm here whenever ya'll need. Hopefully you respect me when I say enough is enough. But I am a lifelong learner. I seek to learn more about you God as it appears my ability to communicate in multiple dimensions is working. I know what can be shared and what can't as well. But this open confession should help be a perfect indicator of where I stand in place. Again, whatever mistake I made. I own it. Whatever L needs to be taken to protect innocent, kids, ignorant, business, recreation, life, and earth...I will. Staying rooted in reality I know not to claim any companies or have identity crisis and think I am anyone more than me. Me me me. A meme. Notice that I am being serious on spiritual level as I am committed to God. But, also able to still laugh. Please don't make me become a holy roller...Allow me to be me so I don't come across as a hippocrit or self righteous asshole. I am not PC. I curse. I have drinks. I smoke cigarettes...Although that will be a habit I get around too once things calm down...I know ..I know...If not now, when? If this is now a matter that we are 1v1 then allow me to own the Satan character such that you are elevated. I'm not evil. But as an actor, I know sometimes a role needs to be played even though it isn't me. Whatever is needed to protect your honor G. And who is G? Any conscious energy form that perceives what in sending out and resonates with me. I love it. I love what has become of me. I know not to keep it all or expect the moment forever...However synergy and resonance really elevate the planet.. were jamming. Hope you make it down someday. Until then, I'll figure out my part. Just let me know...Get me on here or whatever communication device you can find me. It may not be me personally. But if it is someone acting in my name I can promise that they will know I expect to be represented well.. although I am not to be held accountable for their actions. I'm only saying blank page today and I'll do whatever is needed to make that a possibility. Earth gets a reset? Or whatever.. users decide....Im not worried about that shit. I'm going for a beer with T. I'll fix mistakes or whatever later....Actual good memes and trolls welcome and respected. Shit posts are still shit. Then fortune I am worth? Moot. Not why I do this. What do I look like? Well...Check FB...And look at the profile picture....You may recognize me! If not, I recommebd Drake - Know Yourself as a starter. I'm going to smoke herb too. Said it God. But if I'm taken the trouble and punishment coming. In making it known. Im not jesus. I'm a sinner like anyone else. But I would never do that behavior around children. (Thank you to the editor/publisher that makes sure that last part isn't conveyed to kids.) "Shit dude...With what you are willing to stand for and protect...You could have like a whole keg if you wanted!" That's excess. Plus I lost 100 lbs. I'm not trying to do that life again. I'm cool with where I'm at. Anyone that doesn't fucking respect that and still has something to say about this matter can take the stage. Otherwise....It's almost time for the headliner...So if you're performing tonight...Or at all....Be artistic! Be you! I love you and art is amazing! Pay no attention to the haters, nayseighers, and enemies! I was gonna say fuck the haters...But that would imply boys rule and girls drool. Which obviously is true...But I still like to hold doors and be a gentleman....Come on guys...Watch your manners here! More to come. Will do this as long as I am physically in this form. iOnProton (True internet friends should like that SN. I didn't realize how bad ass it was until I started noticing my writing coming true today even through I wrote it in the past. If we've been here before and I fucked up or did you wrong. .Again...Im sorry. It was never you. It was always me.) 1-24-17 11:11 pm. Ok. Beers. Girls. Friends. Leave me alone for a while!