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2018 to 2023. 5 years later… a legend returned.

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[byfulcrums]

I've been re-reading Watercolour again and I swear I can't stop crying every single time I get to the part where Arty and Zee find Dick with the wedding ring

[officialrickshades]

finally trying to get some things together for artfight, so have this guy!!

[u5an5]

Jacobs' Journal: Tape #2 - Encounter with an S.C.P.

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[START LOG]

Jacobs: (hyperventilating) Entry Two. Days Four... through Eleven. Site 19.

Jacobs: (gulp) <hatefully> I'm going to kill that man.

[cut]

Jacobs: (regulated breathing) Day Twelve. I just slept for... er... eleven hours straight. (sigh) I'll probably get more later, but I need to get this out now, or I may just go crazy.

Jacobs: ...

[Rest bellow the cut]

Jacobs: I made it clear from the offset that I would be reporting any and all shortcomings spotted within this facility to my superiors. I painted a target on my back, a fact I was all too familiar and aware of.

Jacobs: I didn't expect it to go down like this.

Jacobs: (inhale) Lambert assured me, in that smug way that someone who has something to hide conveys, that nothing I found would be worth sending to the Council. Not assured - insisted, in a vaguely threatening way.

Jacobs: I'd heard this before... but he took it way too far.

Jacobs: ...

Jacobs: I figured I'd start poking into the financials of this place, paper trails usually lead somewhere men like Lambert don't want others looking. It was a lot of the obvious: skimming the top of security funding and stashing it in various offshore accounts for his own personal use.

Jacobs: He was using it to fund two affairs he was having in other countries. Lambert was living large, sitting pretty on top of a pile of cash, actually making money off of The Foundation... unlike the rest of us.

Jacobs: Can't blame the guy for trying, but you'd think someone that cocky would have at least tried to hide the evidence a little better.

Jacobs: But that wasn't the scandal. It was all just a distraction. All these were reprimand-able, of course, but nothing that most superiors don't already abuse their positions for.

Jacobs: ... I was able to trace the money to these accounts, but the amounts didn't add up.

Jacobs: There was less money at the end of the trail than at the beginning. Lambert's gluttony wouldn't account for all that was missing. Someone else has been syphoning off Foundation funds, and they've been using Lambert as a middle man.

Jacobs: I can't prove any of this, of course. I wouldn't be here if I could. Something tells me, if I had found it by now, he would have killed me instead of... doing what he did. More troubling, is just who is he fronting the money for?

Jacobs: I went to bed that night embroiled in a mystery. I woke up in the antechamber of an SCP Recreation Chamber.

Jacobs: ...My clothes were gone, the door was locked. My demands to know what was happening went unanswered for a short while.

Jacobs: Hearing Lambert's voice over the intercom was by no means a comfort.I said I would only speak to the O5 Council for this behaviour, but he told me I had it backwards: "No one will speak to you but me. Any personnel who’d try, I've warned them, will suffer a worse fate than you."

Jacobs: What I thought was an elaborate eecution revealed itself to be an elaborate form of torture. Funnily, he doesn't consider torture a worse fate than death, indicating he's clearly never faced either.

Jacobs: (shaky inhale) They opened the adjoining cell door. I should have guessed it would be that... thing. "You better try to keep your eyes on that one, kid" he told me. "Don't wanna lose your head." Then he turned down the temperature and left.

Jacobs: My calls went unanswered, and I turned away for only a second before remembering that doing so was a matter of life and death. I quite literally held my fate in my hands. I knew he couldn't keep me there forever, but I only just sent in my weekly report the night before.

Jacobs: Nobody was expecting a word from me for a long time. The torture was routine: I starred at the statue for hours on end, and it didn't kill me. The cold was biting, I dared not move, and by the second day I was growing exhausted.

Jacobs: Cleaning personnel assigned to 173 were ordered to ignore me - address me as a D-Class - but the distraction offered me time to sleep for a few hours while they removed its defecation. I awoke to its feces hitting my face.

Jacobs: Security suggested I eat it before they left, to keep my strength up. I politely declined. ...My heart wouldn't stop beating. My eyes wanted nothing more than to close. I had to wink to keep them from drying out.

Jacobs: That third night, I almost considered giving in... then a voice said: "stand still." I didn't know who it was or why, but I was in too weary state to argue. I stayed standing, willing myself with every last ounce of strength I had left to keep every movement minute.

Jacobs: Finally, the door opened. I didn't look until they said I could. It was the night Watch guard, and with him he'd brought along some rations from the canteen and water. He Watched 173 while I ate, then as he left, told me I should get some rest.

Jacobs: I told him it was impossible,and while I was grateful, Lambert would surely kill the both of us. The guard just... chuckled and said: "Lambert never was much for spotting security feed loops."

Jacobs: He told me that he'd captured footage whilst I had remained unmoving and was playing it on a loop. He'd do so every night shift to ensure I had a proper rest, as well as food. We both knew the risks, but... he seemed adamant to give...

Jacobs: ...And I was all the more thankful for it. I think his name was... McCrimmon... something. That week was a blur, but I wouldn't be here without him. The fourth day was the easiest. During the day, I Watched 173. At night McCrimmon would’ve returned for the night shift and allowed me some reprieve.

Jacobs: We talked about food, about sailing, but when he asked me about my family or anything about me on the outside, I-I turned him down. Those are things I've learned to never drag into this place. They always have a nasty habit of being lost.

Jacobs: He talked a little about his, but he did it with such... confidence. He's a good ki-. Good person. Deserves better assignments than Watching me slowly die. I was nice... while it lasted. But then the fifth day arrived, and Lambert returned.

Jacobs: He was displeased with my progress, and when he reaffirmed his offer to me, I slung a pile of statue dung at the window behind me. Stupid, but it was worth it. He reduced temperature to near-freezing. I figured I could handle it, but then he started playing with the lightning controls.

Jacobs: 173 began inching its way closer to me. I backed myself up into a corner, blindly assessing a way around its path. All the while, Lambert kept calling out over the P.A. jeering at me. Then suddenly, the lights turned off. I was sure I was going to die.

Jacobs: But I waited, and waited... until the lights turned back on. 173 was still only half-way across the room. It stared at me as intently as I was Watching it. Lambert had been keeping his eye on the night-vision screens, which is why it didn't reach me and snap my neck.

Jacobs: He needed me alive, but he would take up what little time he could keep me confined, and make me suffer through it all. He changed the guard roster and enforced a no-contact, no-feeding ban on myself. Didn't stick around to see it, coward.

Jacobs: ...Forty-eight hours I stood there. Alone, Watching my life ebb away in the coarse reflection of 173's stone. as the metal chilled, it pinched and tore at my skin. I curled into a ball to keep my body temperature regulated, but maintained the eye-contact with the SCP, down on the floor.

Jacobs: I felt diminutive before it, that its presence was willing me to turn away and allow death to overcome me. I could swear I heard it whispering. What it said, I couldn't tell, but I know what It wanted me to do. Submit.

Jacobs: I barely felt it when they dragged me out of the room, and when they told me it had only been two days, I couldn't believe it. They dropped me before Lambert, and I stared up at him as I had done with 173. He had the smuggest smirk on his face.

Jacobs: "I think we understand each other now." he said, then threw my clothes at me. I dressed, and returned to my quarters, making sure no one saw me on the way out, only to find my room in tatters. Same for my office.

Jacobs: His cronies had searched them both, trying to find something to use against me. Aways separate your life from The Foundation.

Jacobs: ... (sigh) And they'll never find these recordings. They're too well hidden. If he thinks I'll submit to him, he's sorely mistaken. Destroying this man is my new mission in life. Everything else can wait: The Foundation, everything. I want Lambert's head on my wall. 

Jacobs: ...It'll be a long game, so let him rest easy thinking he's made me heel. I'll get everything I need in time, and then I'll tear down his world down and spit on what's left. That's a promise.

Jacobs: Class B Administrative Oversight Jacobs, signing off... but not for long.

[END LOG]

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[defensive-tactics]

Defensive Mindset...

[shittygaypornmagazine]

Wouldn’t that be crazy if I stayed with my original idea and had Leo die instead? Wouldn’t that be crazy?

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[todayisafridaynight]

mine might not be a dad nor would he be a good one but he sure as hell could be my daddy 🥵

this anon right here officers get em

[shaydh]

What if…I made an acnh blog.

[bbtin]

Hold up--you've reached about the end.

[gabe495]

“oh no! the muskrat has screwed up twitter so badly that...people are starting to migrate here. we can’t pretend to be a dead website anymore! what are we gonna do?”

"...we have no other choice. we need to start posting cringe”

*breaks out into a cold sweat*

“b...b..bu..but thenz we start to loose subscrib”

*eyes light up*

“unleashe the cringle”

[preciouslandmermaid]

i’m about 50% through Normal People and 

THESE FOLKS ARE ALL ALCHOLICS. STOP DRINKING SO MUCH!!!!!

[riacte]

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

[sadclowncentral]

my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it's becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.

it's a beautiful bonding activity, but the "creative" fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that's just the kitchen.

it's all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it's a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don't pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don't move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[astraystayyh]

the fact that Israel can precisely target ONE apartment in an entire residential block in BEIRUT to kill two hamas leaders, proves once again that they CHOSE to carpet-bomb Gaza and murder 31.000 Palestinians to "defend themselves" against Hamas. Israel CHOSE to kill civilians, they CHOSE to bomb every hospital, every school, every refugee camp, every residential block. israel does NOTHING to spare the lives of palestinians, they want to thin out the population of gaza so they'd be able to settle their citizens there.

this is a genocide it's an ethnical cleansing PLEASE WAKE UP don't stop talking about Palestine it is not a trend, people are still dying, Israel has no plan to stop if WE don't force it to, through public pressure and protesting and boycotting. it's the least we can do.

[thatrandomblogsays]

I’m so happy for them

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