Ambarino Babey

So I found this caterpillar on my way to class

i made him a tube room

im going to sleep, chicken nugget is snoozin and ill check up on him as soon as i wake up

hope he doesnt party too hard 

there he goes he’s free and im so proud and a little sad

this was an incredible experience

There’s a knock at the front door or the trailer. Now, this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, but it was late enough in the afternoon that Ruthie can’t help but raise a cautious eyebrow as she listened to the knocking get louder, more aggressive. 

“You gonna get that or should I?” Sweet Pea mumbles, irritated as he stares at the taunting blink of his laptop cursor as he tried to finish one of his many term papers. 

“I got it,” Ruthie dries off her hands on a ratty kitchen towel and tosses it on the counter, making her way towards the front door and opening it slowly.

On the other side of the door is a young man, familiar to Ruthie despite the fact that she’s never met him before. His features were dark; dark hair, dark eyes, a small, slack mouth with a cigarette hanging from one corner. He looked down at his ratty shoes and then back up at Ruthie again, studying her with the same solid, steady gaze. 

“You’re Ruthie” the boy says, matter of factly, smirking as he tosses his cigarette to the side. He looks at her like he knows her, something that would typically be uncomfortable, but Ruthie was more aware of the fact that his gaze made her feel the opposite. 

“And who the hell are you?” Sweet Pea asks in that assuming way he often did. He abandoned his laptop in favor of the commotion around the front door, walking up behind Ruthie as she talked to the stranger at the door. Sweet Pea eyes the young man carefully, notices that he can’t be more than three or four years between the two of them.

“The name’s Samuel, Samuel Montgomery. But you can call me Monty.” The stranger, no longer nameless, holds out his hand. He drops it awkwardly after a moment, realizing no one was going to shake it. 

“Can we help you with somethin’, Monty?” Ruthie leans her hip against the front door and brings her hand by her face to shield away the late afternoon sun. 

Everything about this young man, this stranger, Monty, was uncannily familiar. The dark mop of eternally stringy-looking hair, the heavy brow ridge, the nervously-bitten lips; everything about him gave both Ruthie and Sweet Pea an eerie sense of deja vu. Physical features aside, even his body language felt familiar. Shoulders back and chest puffed, jaw set. 

“N-no, no, uh…” Monty stammers, suddenly looking nervous. “My mom’s Emilie Montgomery, uh, Emilie Peterson when you knew her.”

Ruthie’s eyes blow wide at the mention of her mother’s name. Sweet Pea tries to pull her away from the door but Ruthie’s bare feet are firmly planted on the floor. She looks up at Monty and suddenly it’s like the pieces are being pushed into place. His face was made up of tiny pieces of both her and Sweet Pea, and Emilie, there was no denying the family resemblance, even if they were only technically half-siblings. 

Half-siblings. The implication of it is enough to bring a tear to Ruthie’s eye while simultaneously feeling like a punch to the gut. Her and Sweet Pea had quite the tumultuous relationship with their mother (it ended with Ruthie being granted full guardianship of Sweet Pea after she turned 19), but for Ruthie to be affronted with the fact that Emilie moved on and started another family? It was another low blow that she could have never anticipated. 

Monty notices the change in body language, how Ruthie and Sweet Pea both looked like cats with their tails puffed up in fear, and he starts to recoil. He starts to back away from the front door slowly, turning on his heels and making his way down the front steps of the tailer. 

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Those dates you go on with your partner? They’re in public. Unmasked. Your server smiles at you. Everyone feels safe.

You can hug your friends.

You can see a movie. The people in the movie are gay people of color and they kiss and live happily ever after.

and bc i was in it for shits and giggles, i said “yes”

he asked where we should get married and i told him we’d meet in comms, which was right at the end of that round. we started the next game, ran to comms together and danced around each other for a minute, which constituted our marriage ceremony. he then proceeded to just run around with me as we did tasks, which amused me to no end, and in out first body report meeting, he exclaimed, “I’M A MARRIED MAN.”

and then, inevitably, an impostor ran right up to us and murdered me. my new video game husband immediately reported my body.

everyone voted blue immediately, successfully avenging me

and then. the twist. my husband got caught murdering.

For some reason, humans really don’t like things that look like humans but aren’t quite human. Hence why a lot of people are uncomfortable with movies with animation like Monster House and The Polar Express. It looks too realistic to us and sets us off.

Scientists call this the “Uncanny Valley” effect and its thought to be an evolutionary tactic for survival.

1) DON’T use your search bar to find and open the Run app

2) DON’T type in services.msc

3) DON’T find Adobe Genuine Software Integrity Services and right-click to get a dropdown menu, and don’t select ‘properties’

4) if you happen to click properties, DON’T use the startup type dropdown to locate the option to disable the program. be sure you DON’T click apply to finalize that change. 

5) DO NOT do the same thing in order to also disable Adobe Genuine Software Monitor 

if you do all of these things, this WILL disable adobe’s ability to monitor the software, and you will be forced to continue using the same older software that you already paid for instead of having to sign up for a newer, shittier version and pay more for it. so if you have lots of cash to spare and are cool with putting it the pockets of racketeering capitalists, definitely don’t do any of these things. 

I’M SORRY MA'AM. I KNOW YOU’RE UPSET.