uh-oh spaghetti-o's

wolf 359 is like. what makes us who we are? at what point do we lose ourselves? how hard do we have to try to be noble in the face of oppression and torture? are we our memories? are we more? less? if you make it out but you can’t live with yourself, did you really make it out? what makes someone human? but it’s also like. *bwahh* *bwahh* *bwahh* “what the hell is happening?” “hera? sitrep!” *boop boop boop* *whoooshhhh* “uhhhhhhh” “wwwweeeeeellllll” *clickclackclackclack* “you’ll help me if you ever want to get off this tin can”

TODAYS THE DAY, THE SUN IS SHINING, THE TANK IS CLEAN AND WE ARE GETTING OUT OF HE - THE TANK IS CLEAN!!!!

let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no

I know some fic writers get stressed about writing tropes they think are too popular or overdone, and I need you all to know that I just spent 4 hours reading every iteration of the same exact fic plot I could find, and they all brought me an indescribable amount of joy. Listen. Listen. Sometimes you want cakes of many flavours and sometimes you want Nine Carrot Cakes

12 minutes into the harbringers and i already know im gonna love this

all of you liking this post need to know i’ve decided adam is an asshole but an asshole i think i’m learning to love