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i just can't convey the frustration and sorrow that it's been to grow up at first without the internet and then watching it bloom into this useful, fun, connecting force you sometimes spent time on, only for it to degrade into this constant oppressive waste of time and energy where people are constantly pumping out algorithmically designed content for max algorithmic appeal and even the most simple search generates either no results or an infinite abyss of ai generated slop none of which is usable or correct. we briefly had a library of alexandria and then fed it into a paper shredder so advertisers could sell a random mash of pulp back to us at a premium.

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illegal. stop smiling like that 🔫

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rise. live. fight. think about women. do not waver

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A/N: On Makeb, just after the main plot.

Ashara palmed the airlock controls, waiting patiently while thick durasteel doors unlocked and slid open to reveal their unexpected twi’lek visitor.

“Hey there!” Vette smiled, and Ashara sensed a touch of relief in her carefree demeanour. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“You’re not.” Ashara returned her smile. “Why are you here?”

“The mighty Lord Wrath has a message for Darth Avriss,” Vette replied, a near-disrespectful edge in her tone as she waved the datapad in her hand. “Intel too. Here.”

“Thanks.” Ashara took the datapad and paused, uncertain if she should invite Vette into the ship. The comlink in her pocket chirped, saving her from the dilemma, and she patched Vestra through. “Yes?”

“Who is it?”

“It’s Vette. She has a message from the Wrath.”

“I just sat down. I don’t need this right now,” Vestra sighed tiredly. “Vette, is it? Does she like cake?”

Ashara looked up to catch Vette blinking in surprise. “Do you?”

“Oh, um. Very much?”

“Good. Bring her in.”

And the channel was cut.

“Well, you heard her. Come on in.” Ashara waved Vette in, who peered at her with obvious incredulity, then set a tentative foot into the airlock.

“You guys actually have cake in here?” 

“Yeah, we made one to celebrate a job well done.” And the chance to finally get away from the Wrath’s oppressive presence, but Ashara kept her lips sealed on that one. The Wrath was Vette’s master, and though she could sense a thread of disdain in her…

“That’s awesome. We never have cake or any treats like that on our ship,” Vette said, as Ashara led her towards the galley. “It’s just rations and more rations and the tears of our victims. It gets so old.”

“I’ll bet,” Ashara replied drily, turning into the galley. The crew was seated around the table, with one extra chair pulled up for their guest…beside Ashara’s empty seat.

She grimaced inwardly, hoping against hope that her crew would not embarrass her tonight. Judging from Vestra’s eyes on her, though…

“Come, sit.” Vestra gestured at the chair. “Before we finish your portion too.”

“Thanks…my lord.”

Vestra waved dismissively as they took their seats. Vette cast the crew a discreet, calculating glance, then was distracted by Talos setting a large slice of chocolate cake before her with a genial smile.

“Here. My lord is eager for reviews on her new ganache recipe.”

“What, you made this?” Vette blurted, then seemed to remember who she was addressing. “My lord.”

“Avriss, dear. Call me ‘lord’ one more time and you will get no cake.”

“Don’t be mean,” Ashara broke in, cutting into her cake with a fork. “She’s our guest.”

Vette huffed a nervous chuckle. "You guys are weird."

"That's an understatement," Andronikos muttered into his cup of caf.

"Most of it's her fault, I swear." Ashara gestured at Vestra, who cocked a brow.

"Hey, I'll take a weirdo Sith Lord over the Wrath any day."

"Any Sith would look weird beside that joyless little cunt," Vestra said airily. She looked over the piece of cake speared on her fork, as if her comment hadn’t vented the air clean from the room.

While Vestra delivered the cake delicately into her mouth, all eyes were on Vette, who sat frozen…then burst abruptly into peals of laughter. Ashara set a hand on her back when Vette rocked back in her seat, palms pressed into her eyes as she rode out the forceful laughs. Only when Vette started taking half-breathless gasps did Ashara realise they sounded dangerously close to dry sobs, and that Vette's hands were trembling.

When the twi'lek calmed down - with Ashara's hand rubbing soothingly on her back - she reached for the fork, surprisingly cool. 'Yeah. Yeah, she's a fucking cunt."

"Would you poison her for me if we gave you a second slice of cake?" Vestra asked.

"Nah. Not worth it. That's a nice thought, though."

"But we'll give you as much cake as you want, regardless." Talos’ warm smile inspired a chocolatey grin. 

"Thanks," Vette said, muffled through a mouthful of cake, then gulped it down with relish. "You know, I think I like you guys. And this cake, wow."

"I poisoned it," Vestra said.

"Ignore her," Ashara cut in, rolling her eyes. "So…tell us, how did you end up with the Wrath?"

"Ugh, it was a stupid mistake. I don't like thinking about it." Vette's lips thinned as she stabbed the cake on her plate. "But…whatever. It was on Korriban, actually. They caught me for stealing, threw me into a cage with a shock collar and everything…"

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so hard not to become the most annoying person on earth if you're a little excitable and just learned a little about a topic literally no one around you has any interest in

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oh i'll just jot down an outline, it can't hurt-

.................fuck my stupid baka life

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has anyone noticed recently that it's expensive

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solistre 16/x

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MURDERBOT | 1.01 / 1.10

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don't do this to me @ murderbot reblog I AM ALREADY NOT OKAY

NO UR CRYING WITH ME BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Murderbot, end message.

Murderbot 1.10 The Perimeter

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Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home (translated by Megan McDowell)

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fellas is it gay to yearn for hd lana

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no trailer this year but i have to meet my elf sIut quota somehow

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people are so lucky i can't explode them with my mind