#i am not friendly!

[gender-goth]

and it seems I have to repeat it for some goddamn reason, but radqueers are NOT fucking welcome on my blog. literally explode I do not want y'all here

[jameszmaguire]

I love how BBC Ghosts once a series is like 'and here's a new flavour of Robin being the most tragic character you will ever see' and it brings me to tears every single time

[luna-lovegreat]

FOUR?!?!?!

"We've done well avoiding friendly fire" like bro???

Ain't this you???

By now Four is just making jokes between himself alone. He thinks that he is the funniest man alive and he is right.

Art credit to Jojo @linkeduniverse!

[damniteggs]

I was today years old when my intern tried to kill me via puncturing a charged battery pack.

[dressfortheslide-nottheride]

essential rosquez quotes from @moonshynecybin's post here (ty!!)

the "accidental contact" can be found here, please tell me ur opinion!

@pgaslys makes an endless list of motogp things found here (its great)

other motogp primers found here, here, and here (kind of). they rly helped when i was getting into motogp so ty sm to their creators.

and in general to anyone trying to get into motogp- everyone on motogpblr is super nice and helpful! i've sent so many anons and i've always gotten lovely answers!

im always happy to chat so feel free to shoot me an ask w any q's or corrections x

[batsbolts-andfangs]

I'm sorry but autism and/or ADHD not being disabilities is a genuinely dogshit take, they are, by definition, disabilities, and they sure as hell disable the shit out of me. Yes I get autism is a spectrum but saying it's because of society is definitely NOT it because trust me even if society were perfect I'd still be fucking disabled.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

HI i’m personally a crutch user and i love scout with crutches but consider

pyro or engie crutch user(s)

im a big enjoyer of my comfort characters being just like me i hope this is ok 👍

Pyro or Engie crutch users? ❌️

Pyro AND Engie crutch users ✅️

Hopefully these cane personalisations don't look too weird?? I have no idea where I was going with Pyro tbh, I think I was trying to make it a mini lighter but kinda failed miserably :')

Edit: FUCK, YOU SAID CRUTCH NOT CANE I'M SO SORRY I GOT IT MIXED UP

[nedlittle]

why don't you sit at the foot of the lighthouse and watch waves crash against the rocks and maybe you'll calm down a little

[lara635kookie]

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #151

There is a LOT of Iron Man merch out there. One day, Stark Industries comes out with a line of Iron Man themed night lights that look like arc reactors. The marketing? "For kids who are scared of the dark: Iron Man will protect you."

In completely unrelated news, a whole bunch of child abusers across the country have recently been arrested as a result of  anonymous tips to local authorities.

Bonus:

It's an open secret at some point. Teens who are being abused start buying the night lights. Hell, adults start buying them. Charities pop up to cover the cost for anyone who needs it. Kids who are newly safe often send their night lights on to others ("I'm not scared of the dark anymore," they say).

Even with all of this, nobody snitches to the media or government. They all know grown-ups tend to complicate and ruin precious things.

It helps that the night lights clearly can distinguish between different types of situations. Kids whose parents need mental health or addiction support suddenly find they're being contacted by free services that actually help. If ICE is a concern, the people knocking on the door are not cops but immigrant rights activists. Kids who are hungry get food. Families who need housing support coincidentally find it.

"Iron Man will protect you," indeed.

This fic idea was inspired by this post from @fotibrit!!

[maxsix]

[thisischeri]

Internet Explorer logo evolution through 1996 - 2010

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In Stars and Disco

(Disco side of the swap)

[scificrows]

Okay, my brain refuses to think about anything other than Murderbot, so I looked at every use of the word "friend[s]" in TMBD and... created some pie charts. Normal human activities.

Some Thoughts™ I had while putting this together (under the cut):

In All Systems Red, Murderbot notes that the PresAux crew are all close friends (twice! and goes on to explain their internal relationships which I think is very cute). This is pretty much the only use of 'friends' in ASR, except for when Murderbot says that SecUnits can't be friends with each other.

It seems that this may be one of the first times Murderbot has ever really been around a group of friends before? Murderbot notes that this is not the norm for its contracts and admits that the fact that they are all friends and the way they interact with each other make it actually enjoy that contract (before!!!! the hostile attack, so it already enjoys this contract before they start seeing it as a person etc ghghhhh). [Inference: Friendship seems enjoyable.]

The first character that calls Murderbot its friend is ART in Artificial Condition. Murderbot immediately refutes this (and then goes on to call ART its friend to its clients for the rest of the book). [Inference: Maybe ART is Murderbot's friend. And maybe that is... agreeable]

Rogue Protocol has more than twice as many instances of the word 'friend' as any of the other novellas. Why? Miki. Friendship and its implications for non-humans are a central theme because Miki is friends with everyone. Murderbot initially scoffs at the notion that Miki and Miki's humans are friends. At the end of the book, after witnessing how desperately Don Abene tried to stop Miki from trying to save them, and her grief after its death, Murderbot has to admit that she had in fact been Miki's friend. [Inference: Humans can be friends with bots and can sincerely care about them]

In Exit Strategy, Murderbot tentatively uses the word "friends" for its humans for the first time (several times actually). It questions whether it can actually call them its friends or not and later realizes that it had been afraid what admitting that the humans are its friends would do to it. At the end of the book, Mensah tells Murderbot the PresAux crew are its friends, which is the first time a human has directly said that to it (at least on-page). [Inference: Humans can and want to be Murderbot's friends]

In Network Effect, Murderbot seems to be more habituated to the word 'friend', confidently calling ART and Ratthi its friends, like it is no longer just trying the concept on unsure if it fits. There are many instances in which other characters refer to MB as ART's friend or the other way around and Murderbot's humans refer to Murderbot as their friend several times. Generally, there seems to be less hesitancy, because yes, all of them are Murderbot's friends, why wouldn't they be. [Inference: SecUnits can have friends. This SecUnit has friends. They care about it a lot.]

Conclusion: The Murderbot Diaries tell the story of a construct that does not seem to consider the possibility of friendship for itself and is fine with that - until it accidentally starts caring a little too much and suddenly more and more people annex it as a friend (ew) to the point where it can no longer deny that this is happening and has to begrudgingly admit that yes, it has friends now and maybe that is actually not a bad thing.

[aromantic-diaries]

If this flag offends you

I'll help you pack

[saetoshi]

“you make me sick.”

those were the words that had marked the end of your first (and only) conversation with itoshi sae.

it was supposed to mean you’d never have to see him again aside from the fleeting moments you’d bump into each other in the hallway. (you were grateful for it too. it meant not having to deal with the ungrateful jerk for longer than necessary.)

or so you’d thought. until you found him standing outside your door, scowling.

you glare at him, “why’re you here?”

“why’d you take so long to open the door?” he crosses his arms.

“i was doing this wonderful thing called sleeping,” you huff, “it’d do you well, jackass.”

he clicks his tongue in annoyance, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor. you lean against your doorframe, crossing your arms.

your brows furrow. “why are you here?”

“i got locked out of my apartment.”

you bite back the smile that threatens to bloom in your lips. you cough in a poor attempt to hide your amusement, “so?”

“so,” sae’s frown deepens. “i need someplace to stay the night.”

disgust flashes through your face. “can’t you call security to open the door for you?”

“they can’t do anything until it’s morning.”

“that’s not my problem,” you tsk, “just ask someone else if you can crash at their place.”

he looks away from you, seemingly embarrassed, as a soft flush spreads through his face. “you’re the only person i know in the whole building.”

you gape. he tugs at the strings in his hoodie.

(how embarrassing. and awkward. for him, of course, he just unknowingly gave you some excellent blackmail material.)

“are you gonna let me in?”

the way he says it tugs at your heartstrings. he reminds you of a lost puppy, in a way. (an ugly, rude puppy. nevertheless, it makes you feel a bit of pity for him.)

you rub your temples and sigh, “do not make me regret it.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” there’s a twinkle in his eyes when he says that. it worries you. it’s enough to consider kicking him out before he even sets foot inside your apartment.

but that would mean you’re just as mean as he is. and you find the idea of sharing something in common with him to be sickening.

you sigh, opening the door to you apartment.

“this is your place?”

you don’t even have to turn around to see the judgmental look on his face. (you regret letting him in already.)

you take a deep breath, “is there a problem with it?”

“not at all.” he sounds condescending. it makes you wonder what kind of stick is up his ass. you hope he gets rid of it soon. you also hope to get rid of him too.

“i don’t have any extra rooms,” you turn around to look at him, “so you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

he lets out a displeased scoff. “the couch?”

“yeah,” you frown, “why?”

“i’m an athlete.” he glares at the couch, “i can’t sleep in that.”

“what, it’s gonna break your back or something?”

“i’ve got practice tomorrow morning.”

“well,” you purse your lips, “next time you leave your apartment don’t forget your keys.”

he glares at you, “i’m not sleeping in that couch.”

you glare back, “neither am i.”

the next couple of minutes are a blur. you don’t know what happened. and, as you stare at the ceiling, you’re not sure you want to know how you ended up sharing a bed with sae. (at least you had the sense to insist on dividing the bed with pillows.)

you softly curse when you feel him shift on the other side, pulling the blanket off of you.

you frown as you harshly pull the blanket back on your side. you groan in exasperation when he yanks it off again. “do you mind?”

“‘m cold.” he mutters.

“and you think i’m not?” you snap at him.

he groans. you pull the blanket back. he pulls it enough for both of you to be covered by it.

“don’t even think about getting rid of the pillows,” you mumble.

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” his voice is laced with drowsiness.

“g’night,” you yawn. he grunts back in response. you drift off to sleep, hoping he’ll be gone by the time you wake up.

you were half-right. his alarm woke you up. still, you fell asleep again as he was getting out of bed.

though, you have to admit, it was a nice surprise waking up to find pancakes (and post-it with a poorly scribbled ‘thanks’) by your bedside table. (even if they were burnt.)

you decide that maybe (just maybe) you’ll have to return the favor someday and make him a decent meal. (you’d hate for your neighbor to poison himself with his lack of cooking skills before getting to know him.)