#traffic heading my way

[frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut]

by unofficial

traffic heading my way

somewhere in Bergerac with Antoni

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…unhinged…deranged…manic…unbalanced…bonkers…loopy…insane…bananas…mad…touched…mental…crazed…berserk…lunatic…batty…disturbed…

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…this positively…thoughtful…day…of yet…another week…

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…sitting…thoughtfully.…transiting…mental illnesses…

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…my dark hole…my empty hole…my holy hole

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…amen…

~by unofficial

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I made it out by the skin of my griefs.

~Ocean Vuong

[hottubsandwiches]

came down with a severe case of desert duo brainrot recently

[mars-ax]

To this everlasting melody, Face to face we dance

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

if scars don't make man look good then being alive sure does

[shima-draws]

My landlord: Hey I'm coming by to pick up a new check from you for your rent this month. The one you gave me has the wrong date on it so the bank wouldn't accept it

Me: Embarrassing! Well there are other lifetimes to live. Goodbye world

[good-chimes]

The Locked Tomb is not mcyt (I'm sorry to both asker and OP) but this can be fixed with

ETERNAL LIFE

Second House: the might of the Imperial Cohort is represented by necromancer Impulse and his long-time best friend and cavalier Skizz, who arrive at the lyctor trials determined to make the best of things. Skizz has only a few days to encourage the gathered company with Teamwork! and Positive Thinking! before he is murdered very early on by Bdubs, who claims he was possessed, and Scott, who didn’t bother with an excuse.

Third House: Bdubs, the scion of the third house, arrives at the trials with renowned cavalier Etho the Third. On landing, Bdubs pronounces the heirs, the cavaliers, and the assembled skeletons GORGEOUS and BEAUTIFUL and immediately gets into three romantic entanglements simultaneously (not with the skeletons). Etho, another of Bdubs’ romantic entanglements, spends his time beating everyone else in duels and adding to the relationship drama so quietly it takes everyone else several weeks to work out that’s what he’s doing.

Fourth House: Anyone who knew shock troop necromancer Joel and battle cavalier Jimmy the Fourth would have put their life expectance ‘somewhere around the mid-teens’ due to Joel’s lust for murder, Jimmy’s self-proclaimed curse, and both of them radiating a disaster field larger than your average space station, but to everyone’s surprise they’re still here. “Jimmy keeps turning up late to every battle airdrop, is what it is,” Joel claims, to which Jimmy’s reply is recorded as “It’s tactical. I’m doing tactics.” Either way they seem in equal amounts of danger boiling an egg as rappelling into the bowels of Canaan House, so it’s anyone’s guess how long they’ll last.

Fifth House: Gregarious cavalier Ren and upbeat necromancer Tango lead a House who are the cheerful curators of the Nine Planets’ most important cultural heritage, which in Tango-and-Ren’s joint opinion is a set of fragments from an ancient text called Throne of Games(?) and a glass case of preserved tabletop manuals. Tango uses the contraptions in the basement of Canaan House to set up a LARP dungeon and Ren declares himself king of it. General agreement among the gathered pairs that they’re probably going to die but everyone will be sad about it.

Sixth House: Necromancer Pearl and BigB the Sixth turn up already deep in each other’s pockets and in everyone else’s business. They’re both writing theses on ‘interpersonal relationships among elite House Society’, which they claim is not just an excuse to eavesdrop on the extended Bdubs polycule drama. To their credit they solve at least one murder. This might be ethically cancelled out by Pearl’s later murder spree; but at least they tried.

Seventh House: The long tradition of the Heir to the Seventh House winsomely fading away at the brink of death was spoiled when their heir Cleo actually died and then—this part was the problem—sat up thirty minutes later and asked for breakfast. As useful as the stability of an undead heir is, nobody can quite figure out how she did it, so the House eventually shipped her off to the lyctor trials with some relief. This also caused a problem for the seventh house artists who take their aesthetic motto (Joy of the Emperor, the Rose Unblown) very seriously; suddenly deprived of their picturesquely dying muse, they were forced to paint sexy pictures of Cleo doing aerobics for a while before her cavalier Scott volunteered to model for sexy rose-draped pictures instead. Cleo and Scott are at the lyctor trials to succeed or to die, but since Cleo probably can’t die, they’ll take some juicy drama instead if you’re offering.

Eighth House: I’ve run out of people so I guess Martyn and Lizzie are elbows deep in the soul-siphoning business. Good luck Martyn, I do deeply believe you would consent to having half your soul sucked out of you purely out of commitment to the bit.

Ninth House: The solar system’s resident weirdos are powerful but unfocused necromancer Scar—Reverend Son of the House, Keeper of the Locked Tomb Key, he definitely still knows where that key is, he just put it down somewhere, it will turn up any day now—and the perpetually thwarted and outraged Grian the Ninth who has grown up never allowed to stab anyone due to weak excuses like ‘we have a population problem anyway, Grian’ and ‘why can’t you practice on the skeletons’. Throughout the lyctor trials their deep co-dependent spiral into devoted madness is distracted only by Grian’s ongoing dreams—the immaculate corpse locked deep in the bowels of the House, the sum of beauty in the eternal embrace of death, all of space and time’s exquisite patterns frozen in the curve of the one most perfect essence of humanity…

Why do you keep tracing a mustache on the mirror? Scar asks at one point. Oh, Grian says, ecstatic with the mysteries of the universe. No reason.

[megabuild]

i realised why this is getting me so badly btw it's because. i made a post a while ago saying that last life was painful as fuck for me to think about but it was manageable because etho doesnt get too hard into the roleplay and just sort of chills and laughs and doesnt show much signs of distress when bdubs is very clearly manipulating and dragging him into this toxic ass relationship. okay well now imagine me making that post and ethoslab seeing that and going im gonna fucking kill this guy

[galaxymooshroom]

something about the life series and showing love through death. kill me so that you may keep living. use my body, use my soul, survive another day without me at your side. i want you to live

[crossbackpoke-check]

i am the nosy anon from yesterday and firstly i am so glad that i helped you find something!! how wonderful!! secondly i did some digging (typed morgan frost girlfriend into the tumblr.com search bar which is really what i probably should have done in the first place so. my bad) and the girlfriend is called taylor!

conclusion to the saga, thank you anon!!! sharing this for the sake of anyone else who was curious… they are as of july 7 dating lmao BUT allow me some points for accuracy here because taylor is definitely a different person than who i was thinking of 🤡

[leafatlaw]

I mean, I think my last post puts it better, but the way everyone in the life series in a former friend current enemy, or a current friend former enemy. It feels obvious in a game where the alliances changes every season, of course the same people aren’t going to team again, it would get boring. But in canon it’s more like: You have one life with this person, and then you are enemies.

Desert duo inspired this, the way they naturally oppose and kill eachother, is a perverse play on the life where Grian gave Scar two of his lives.

Scott and Pearl also exemplify this phenomenon really well. In which in last life Scott and Pearl were the perfect allies, only to be paired up in double life and hate each other.

It’s gotten to the point where no one can kill anyone with out it ending some duo from three lives ago. Etho kills Joel, and boat boys die again, and Scott kills Pearl in limlife and she’s out again, Grian allies with Jimmy after killing him in last life, it’s all cycles and cycles.

They can’t leave can’t grow so they just keep making new friends and killing them and making new enemies and loving them and living next to an enemy and having a friend kill them and it’s on and on again and

[blackcurrant-juice]

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[hug-your-face]

The Next Web Needs To Be A Forest

Been mourning the '90s and '00's internet for a while. Been hating the enshittified, platform-capitalistic internet dystopia.

Been saying for a while that the next internet must get away from centralized control, and be founded on distribution and federation.

There is no single monolithic "TCP/IP server farm" run by one company with one mentally-diseased white man at the helm. This is why internet traffic can get more or less anywhere. But there ARE monolithic social media sites (Twitter/X, FB). And there is monolithic identity management ("log in to BuyJunk with your Google account"). Even Discord where anyone can make their own "server" is hosted and runs on Discord-proprietary software and hardware.

The next internet -- if it's to be any good and not just further enshittification -- is going to be less like the hub-and-spoke system of airports, and more like a forest where trees and clusters of trees interconnect with each other organically.

Group chats, where some members of the group chat are members of multiple group chats.

But the only way that internet is going to happen is if people -- not corporations -- make it. There's no profit in a distributed internet. It's going to have to happen for the same reason that people throw parties, or stage demonstrations, or just get together regularly to go climb rocks.

It's going to have to happen out of love.

And that means that the gap between WANTING to build this new net and BEING ABLE to build this new net needs to get a lot smaller.

Keep an eye out for technologies, organizations, and education that narrows the gap. Help them.

And beware legislation and corporations that want to put barriers in the way. Fight them.

[cherrych4]

i just watched grian's third life finale i need to stare at the wall for a few hours

[inbetweenhours]

more aus where flower husbands throughout different smps arent past lives but instead actual separate universes. I wanna see 3rd life scott wake up in esmp and freak the fuck out i think it would be really funny

[trans-cuchulainn]

they should invent a hospital appointment that doesn't leave me completely exhausted for the rest of the day

[rubys-domain]

... I said I wanted this blog to be positive. but how's that gonna happen when I'm depressed as hell