#tech 2021

[ukgk]

Ukagaka installed to a oscilloscope running windows 2000 (23/04/2025@dydt_Nao)

[pedroam-bang]

Star Wars: The Bad Batch (2021-2024)

[thisisrealy2kok]

The Unbearable Weight Of Being An Influencer , Vouge Portugal (2021)

[snip-stein]

I miss him

[internetc00kie]

2021 Samsung Galaxy Folder 2

[gummi-stims]

can you make a stimboard for the 2021 anime film belle

Hope this is good! The animation in this movie looks gorgeous judging by the trailer, might have to find where to watch this one

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[hunterghostal]

Sealab 2021 - Intro

[seeleybooth]

3.09 iSaved Your Life | 3.05 iFaked It

A deepfake comes from deep learning technology, a type of A.I. that creates algorithms to do things like swap faces to make realistic-looking fake media.

[olive-man]

personal experience with the petscop tumblr community

[bitterfishiesstuff]

the oldest of the old mer stuff on my computer. I think. everything is from 2021

[unordinary-diary]

did a little doodle of Farrah

[pedroam-bang]

Star Wars: The Bad Batch (2021-2024)

[liaisun]

SUMMON ACHIEVED 3 peas in a bod……. pls…..

HEHEHE i was summoning u because i couldnt tag u for the tag game!! but im glad u r here >:3 "3 peas in a bod" is my affectionate silly title for the kandreil venom au!!! re: this post. it's venom andrew, host kevin, and neil as the love interest. the basics of it are that kev is working at the ERC (evermore research company), keeping to himself, minding his own business even after an incident with his supervisor riko, which leaves kevin with a broken finger and an unjust probation period he can't protest. then one day back, kevin notices his coworker has gone missing...

Kevin doesn't know why he notices; it's not as if he ever talks much with the other interns. But today he's mindlessly inserting his punch card and sees every name in the fourth row onwards has shifted off by one. (...) ; it's not his business who the company decides to fire.

Except he knows it's not always as benign as that.

/

"He was an addict, probably painkillers." 

"Medical records show he was previously in the hospital for an opioid overdose," another voice confirms. 

"He's got a couple more left in him, I'm sure," someone says, leaning forward into the light. Fuck, that's Riko, excitement and mania twisting his features. "The human body's ability to recover is amazing. Imagine now, with this… What are the limits?"

/

Everything is sticky, wet. Kevin blinks. His breaths grow thinner as he looks down. Oh, that's a hand. By itself. His mouth feels wrong, his ears ring, his focus narrows down to the pool of red and he's so hungry, he's so angry he's going to burst out of his skin, how dare they touch him, how dare they touch what isn't theirs—

"Shh," he hears, and all thoughts stop. Belatedly, Kevin registers the pressure on the back of his neck, over his arms, the unnatural weight of his entire body, the dark presence lingering in his peripheral. He doesn't move as it rests its tongue against his cheek, licks the blood from his face. "All gone. Can't hurt us."

And Kevin is lost.

[onlyhurtforaminute]

INCOLUATION-I AM WHERE THE FOREGODS MEET

[pumpk-n]

yes i do have three short on the other side thanks for asking!

[bleachprojectsixhearts]

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Atop the school roof for lunch, Ichigo pauses mid bite when he sees Rukia looking rather miffed.

“Uh…what’s got you wound up tight?” he asked.

Rukia groans in frustration. “I’m still trying to figure this stupid thing out.” She holds up a small, flat device with a polished surface. “The Soul Society has been doing alot of technological updates for a while and has issued a new Soul Pager model.”

“It’s a smartphone,” Ichigo observed, because that’s exactly what the Soul Pager looked like. A smartphone.

Rukia glared at the device like it insulted her. “I don’t see what’s so ‘smart’ about it. Where are the buttons?”

Feeling rather petty, Ichigo watched with mild amusement as Rukia continued to struggle with the phone. He felt his lip quiver, threatening to become a smile that he refused to show.

He kept his face schooled and held out his hand. “Here. Let me see it.” Rukia stared for a moment before handing him the phone. “You see the buttons on the sides? One’s for power and the other two is for volume. Press the power button and just swipe up.” He does as he said, unlocking the screen with a single swipe of his finger. “Easy.” He hands back the phone.

“Thanks,” Rukia said, trying it out herself. Ichigo swore he saw astonishment in her eyes as she kept turning off the phone and swiping it.

“How old are you anyways?” Ichigo finds himself asking. “I know you said something about ‘living ten of my lifetimes’ or whatever.”

“I might’ve overexaggerated, but I am around a hundred years old,” Rukia answered as she looked through her phone, the initial awe of it died down. “Shinigami live much longer lives and age very slowly.”

“You sure do act like an old hag, though,” Ichigo remarked. Such a comment earned him a fast and hard kick to the side by the petite Shinigami.

As Ichigo nursed his bruised hip, Tatsuki arrives at the roof from the only entryway, along with Orihime, Keigo, Mizuiro, and Chad.

“There you guys are. Shoulda know you two would be up here,” Tatsuki said. Orihime peered curiously from behind her.

“You two have been together so often, I’m starting to believe my own rumors,” Mizuiro mused.

Keigo nearly gasped the moment he saw Rukia’s phone.

“Is that your phone, Rukia? Awesome! How about we exchange numbers?” he asked excitedly.

“Uh…” was all Rukia could say. Her first thought was just a simple and blunt ‘no’ because Soul Pagers are for strictly business use, but she had created a persona where she was supposed to be sweet and polite. 

So, what’s the nicest way to say no?

Luckily for her, Tatsuki grabs Keigo by his collar and reeled him back. “Not gonna happen! If I wasn’t gonna let you get Orihime’s number, I’m sure as hell not gonna let you get Kuchiki’s!” She looks over at Rukia. “I’d recommend not giving your number to Mizuiro either if you know what’s good ya.”

At this, Mizuiro smiles. “Hurtful, but understandable.”

“Are you alright, Ichigo?” Chad asked his friend, who was still writhing and groaning from Rukia’s kick.

“Um, can we exchange numbers, Rukia?” Orihime asked sweetly. In her hands is her own smartphone, the case is a green aquamarine with a pink bear charm attached to the corner. “That way, you and I can keep in touch, even when we're not in school!”

Again with this…Orihime is sweet and all, but Rukia can’t afford to get distracted. Not when…

"Time to go home.”

Her time here…is limited. Whatever attachments she somehow forged will be reduced to nothing. Exchanging numbers with someone you’re not going to see again is pointless.

So, why bother?

“Rukia?”

Rukia hadn’t realized her gaze went to the ground until Orihime moved in front of her.

“Is something wrong?” Orihime asked, her voice and eyes laced with concern. “You look a little down. Oh! I got an idea!” From her bag, she pulled out a container of sweet smelling cookies. “Ta-da! My homemade chocolate and potato cookies!”

The other sweatdropped at this.

“Seriously?”

Rukia blinked at the sight of the cookies. They were a deep brown from the chocolate and there were bits of potatoes visible. While it’s not exactly eye-catching, it has a surprisingly pleasant aroma. A mix of cocoa and starch.

The purple eyed Shinigami tentatively picks up one and takes a bite. It’s…certainly unique in taste, but not bad.

“How is it?” Orihime asked.

Rukia swallows before answering. “It’s pretty good, Orihime.”

Orihime beamed with delight. “That's great!”

Her enthusiasm seemed a little contagious as Rukia felt warm in her chest. A nice treat…surrounded by kind people…even if it's temporary…

It’s selfish of her, but Rukia wanted to savor this a bit longer.

“Hey, Orihime?” Rukia spoke up.

“Hm?”

“Let’s exchange numbers,” Rukia said, holding her.

Orihime glanced at it and her own phone before smiling.

“Okay!”

Orihime Inoue…Rukia felt it would be too cruel to just say no to such a genuinely sweet person.

And, besides, what’s the harm? She’ll just delete it when it's all over.