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[marx-the-personly-blog]

Loss

Oh well

[prokopetz]

What fascinates me about those shitty CTRL+ALT+DEL edits that keep circulating on Tumblr is that a lot of them are legitimately better examples of two-dipshits-on-a-couch gamer humour than the actual CTRL+ALT+DEL. Like, the "you have lived an illustrious life – may none recall it" bit is a dead perfect execution of a punchline that could have come from a two-dipshits-on-a-couch gamer comic circa 2005, in a way that its source material, which actually is a product of that era, never achieved. I won't say that this is an example of parody that comes from a place of love for its genre, but at the very least it's coming from a place of understanding.

[kelpcheep]

happy (belated) new year!

[the-taco-dude]

[flimflix]

[dustrial-inc]

Venus RX wearing Night Mother ECO STR Bikini

[buddieroommates]

there is something so lovely about the fact that eddie's moving storyline is in fact a 'buck and eddie' story. they're so wholly intertwined with each other that you can't tell a story about one of them without detailing the evidence of how the other's love for him helps shape it

[suga-kookiemonster]

ctrl-alt-del | jjk (teaser)

summary⇢ you graduated bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, but, to your extreme disappointment, your big girl job isn't turning out to be nearly as exciting as you thought it would be. still, you're holding out hope that your talents will soon be recognized and your coworkers will stop trying to include you in their gossip sessions. enter jungkook, the quiet IT guy who's gradually making your days more bearable. (and if you find him easy on the eyes, that's nobody's business but yours.) pairing⇢ jungkook/reader teaser word count⇢ 1.4k genre⇢ smut | humor | office!au warnings⇢ nothing too bad for this teaser! just a mention of oral

a/n⇢this fic has literally been sitting in my wips for YEARS lmao. i feel like it's finally time to set it free 🕊️✨ it's looking like it's gonna lean more towards pwp, but there's definitely still enough plot in there to keep it interesting. not sure when it will be up, but wanted to share a snippet to get your thoughts and get myself excited to finish the last leg--fingers crossed for the next month or so 🤞🏾🙌🏾💜

When you graduated top of your class with a marketing degree and a job already lined up, you weren’t big-headed to assume you would be given a lot in the beginning. No, you knew that you were the new kid on the block and needed to prove yourself first, needed to work your way up from the bottom. But what you definitely didn’t anticipate was working up from thefigurative trenches, almost exclusively doing busywork—constantly making coffee runs, catering business lunches, printing out endless spreadsheets.

Eighty-thousand dollars in debt, and you are a glorified intern.

You’re positively itching to hit the ground running and get your hands dirty, your job isn’t too bad. The people there are all nice and welcoming, the complimentary coffee in the break room is decent enough for your dwindling bank account, and every couple of weeks, the company sponsors an employee barbecue were everyone can fraternize and enjoy free food.

“Apparently it fosters unity and teamwork,” your coworker Joy informs you as you both stand in the food line. “Seokjin—that’s our CEO—is really big on unity and teamwork.”

Joy is also a member of your marketing team. Though as sweet as can be, she has no filter, and thus always has a lot to say about everything—which has helped you when it comes to learning the ropes about the company, but has also had you clutching your imaginary pearls in some situations where you found it inappropriate. Despite only being a year older than you, her title of Marketing Associate (instead of your measly Assistant)means that she technically outranks you, though she doesn’t usually enforce that fact (unless there was something that needed to be copied or filed, of course). Still, she immediately took you under her wing when you first started, and she is the closest person to a friend you have at work (even though her daily coffee order is always so ridiculous, you are convinced that she has to be fucking with you—or at least engaging in some form of mild hazing.).

“I think it’s nice,” you reply. “I’ll never say no to free food, and they let us out early and everything.”

“I mean, pretty sure you can get the hotdogs twelve in a pack at the dollar store,” Joy quips, raising her eyebrows at you pointedly. “But sometimes the boys from Sales take their shirts off and play soccer, so there’s that.”

Your eyes dart to said Sales boys against your will, gaze drawn to Jung Hoseok as he chats animatedly with his teammates by the tables. You’ve only spoken to him once or twice, but his fiery red hair and even brighter smile caught your attention immediately, your heart rate accelerating at the sight of him in hallways mere days into starting your new position. Who better to have a mild work crush on than a sweet-talking salesman who winks at you sometimes in passing?

An appreciative noise has you turning back around, embarrassed at being caught ogling how shapely Hoseok’s butt looks in his dress pants today, but it’s just Wendy from accounting, Joy’s best friend and thus a harmless, familiar face. Wendy has cut in front of a few editors to join you and Joy, and the way that she smiles at you lets you know she’s up to no good. “He’s cute, huh?” she asks, leaning towards you conspiratorially. “I would definitely give him the good ol’ suck behind the dumpsters over there, if you catch my drift.”

“Err…yeah, I do,” you reply awkwardly. She had been explicitly clear—keyword explicit—so there definitely isn’t any room for misunderstandings. Is this truly appropriate work function conversation? From the way the editors behind you are politely clearing their throats, you think not.

“Behind the dumpster?” Joy asks curiously. “He’s standing right next to some sturdy tables that I, for one, would take great advantage of—”

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks,” you announce loudly, your neck heating up. “Can you grab me a hot dog, Joy?”

“Sure,” she says dismissively, already distracted by her sudden debate with Wendy about the most convenient place to suck off salesman Jung.

The whole conversation is making you uncomfortable. You are not a prude—far from it—but there is a time and place for everything, and your coworkers’ blasé attitude towards speaking about inappropriate topics at company functions on company time rattles you a bit. So instead of engaging in the risqué discussion further, you make your way to the cluster of brightly-colored coolers that presumably hold beverages, sidling up to the only other person lingering the area.

“Anything good?” you ask cordially, making your coworker, who had apparently been deep in thought while considering his beverage options, startle a bit.

He’s tall, his large frame covered in the appropriate business casual attire of nice jeans and a powder-blue buttonup. When he turns his head to look at you, you’re met with large, dark eyes blinking in surprise from behind wire-rimmed glasses. Said eyes dart around for a moment before determining that you were, in fact, speaking to him.

The man clears his throat. “Just the usual,” he says, voice soft. Timid.

“The usual?” you repeat. There are little hoops dangling from his earlobes, and you brush off your surprise at seeing them, returning your gaze to the coolers. Water, a clear soda, a cola. “The basics, you mean. Well, can’t really complain, right? Seeing as it’s all free. I think it’s really nice of them.”

Your companion seems surprised at your words. “It is,” he agrees softly, eyes meeting yours for a second before dropping back down to the cooler. “Um, are you...are you new?”

“Damn, I guess my cover’s blown.” You shoot him a wry smile. “Yeah, I just started a couple of weeks ago. What gave it away?”

“It’s just—no one else here really cares about these barbecues anymore,” he admits, looking at you, but not quite. More like, in your direction. “Everyone has forgotten to appreciate the little things.”

“Nothing is a given,” you shrug. “So you need to appreciate things when you can. And besides, those lots of little things can really add up without you realizing it.”

He finally seems to look at you properly, and the weight of his large, gentle brown eyes throws you off for a second. “They can,” he agrees, lips slowly drifting up. 

“What do we have over here?” a loud voice interrupts, a hand falling to your shoulder. You look up, and are met with the brightness of salesman Jung.

“Ah,” Hoseok says with a wink, reaching into the cooler. “I love Sprite.”

“Me too,” you reply automatically, and then immediately want to smack yourself. Because you don’t—carbonated beverages make you break out. But your mouth had formed the lie without your permission.

Embarrassed, you reach into the cooler, grabbing three water bottles. “See you later,” you squeak, avoiding eye contact as you make your escape.

Joy and Wendy are already watching you when you return to where they have procured a table, and when you hand them their waters, Joy raises an eyebrow. “I was wondering how long you were going to talk to that IT guy.”

“Yeah, and why did you leave when Hoseok showed up?” Wendy pouted. “_____, the universe is only going to give you so many opportunities. If you don’t want the ball, then pass it to me! Goddamn.”

“IT guy?” you ask, hoping to slide past that last remark.

“Yeah. His name is Jungkook, I think? Mostly works with the printers, started a couple months ago.” Joy shrugs, obviously disinterested by the topic. She reaches for the ketchup bottle in the center of the table and squirts some on her hot dog. “This is the first time I’ve seen him at a barbecue, though. Honestly, I’m surprised he even came out, because the IT dudes generally keep to themselves. The rarely leave their little tower,” she adds with a dismissive wave.

Wendy scoffs. “Who cares about Jeremy! Hurry up and eat, I’m sure Sales is gonna start their soccer game soon.”

“Soccer game?” you ask.

“The sales department likes to play soccer during these things,” Joy informs you. Her expression brightens. “Hey, maybe Hoseok will take his shirt off again! Let us pray.”

To your coworkers’ disappointment, Hoseok did not take his shirt off. But they certainly had a good time watching him run back and forth across the grass.

[leifs-little-luxury-hell]

[hawfstuff]

[no-zero-four]

KBLR+ALT+DEL

based on the comic edit by @cad-comic

[str2ngetown]

first art piece of 2025 i hope u guys like it ❤️

[eclipsturns]

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⚙️｜   𝖢:\ .      ࡙    sturniolo triplets × hacker!reader﹐ㅤׂㅤ𐇡

read first part here

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⃞☆⁠ ꕀ PART TWO ﹗! ⊹

They rolled back into the driveway a couple hours later, the new car video—a laid-back video with Chris being his usual self, Matt learning that he can just use the horn to shut them up, and Nick in the front seat.

The LA sky was dipping into dusk, streetlights flickering on as they kicked off their shoes by the door and crashed in the living room.

Nick flopped onto the couch, shoving a stray Pepsi can aside with his foot. “Okay, but seriously, what the hell happened to that video? It doesn’t just disappear into thin air.”

Matt dropped into the armchair, kicking his legs up. “Yeah, that’s not normal. Files don’t wipe themselves like that, not from everything.”

Chris splayed across the couch on the opposite side of Nick, instinctively reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. He hated the silence, he wouldn’t allow it to go quiet in the room if he could help it. Quiet clicks from the remote filled the room while he scrolled to find Netflix. “Maybe the wifi cut out mid-save or some shit? Corrupted file? I dunno, dude. It’s weird.” Chris suggested, and he’s the least-likely to know the slightest thing about what could’ve gone wrong.

“Maybe. I’ll run another scan of the hard drive tonight before I go to bed.” Nick sighed, slumping into his seat.

Across the room, Matt stared up at the TV, eyes going wide. 

“Nah, you’re fuckin’ joking.” Matt muttered, nodding his head in the direction of the screen ahead of him and his same-faced brothers. It grabbed their attention immediately.

There, in bold red letters on the screen:

“Really unfortunate circumstances. It’ll be fun playing with you boys…”

The remote went flying across the room, making Nick and Matt flinch and duck in defense. It was nowhere near them, but they could never be too sure, but it was a strong-armed chuck from Chris, of course, it could land anywhere.

Chris’ face went completely pale, void of any color other than the bright blue of his irises. “What the fuck is going on? Is our shit being hijacked? Someone’s fucking with us.” Chris stammered, pushing himself to stand from the couch. 

Matt and Nick followed suit.

What the actual fuck was happening?

Matt took a step closer to the TV, arms crossed over his chest as if to protect himself while he read the ominous red words over, and over, and over again. He silently vowed to remain level-headed and calm in the situation; whereas Nick was furious and red in the face and Chris looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. 

“Are we being punked right now?” Nick muttered, all too calm while glaring at his phone.

That was scarier than the mystery behind the missing video and the message flashing on their TV. Nick going quiet when he was already mad could mean nothing good. 

“Something else happened?” Chris asked, striding across the room to reach Nick. Matt joined in, peering over Nick’s shoulder to see the new update on the situation.

‘You’ve been logged out of @sturniolo.triplets. The account owner may have changed the password.’

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[epicsause-official]

penny arcade if it was epic

[inhumanrobot]

Happy April Fool's!

[dariarix]

Is this Ace Attorney LOSS⁉️