Goblin Time

i have a file or folder on my pc that i want to share with other people. let's call it gayshit.mp3

unfortunately gayshit.mp3 is 750mb and im not paying for discord nitro so i need another way to send it

i put it into qbittorrent and it makes a torrent file. this is essentially a very small file that points to gayshit.mp3 so other computers can find it. kinda like a treasure map

i send this tiny file to my friend, who loads it into qbittorrent. their computer takes a moment to find mine over the vast expanse of cyberspace and then (as long as my pc is running and the file is still where it should be), it gets copied from my hard drive to theirs

this is the cool part: if somebody else loads that tiny file, they can download it from both of us. if i'm offline but my friend is on, the third person can still get it. this also means that if two people have separate halves of the file, they can download the other half from each other. as long as some combination of people have the pieces between them, they can all have the whole thing.

crucially this does not require a server!!! you can just upload the file to a few people and as long as they keep it, it's still accessible. as long as somebody, somewhere is still connected, it's available forever. the only way it goes away is if everybody disconnects from it.

Me: I mean depends on your tolerance for this type of racism, but like I said it's my favourite show, it def has some great parts if you're up for it.

Them: Oh so it's not racist.

Me: It absolutely is.

Them: So you're saying racism is ok??

examples:

John William Waterhouse official site

when someone tags your post "#unreality" and you screenshot the tags and say "what are you talking about? this is real" because you consider the post easy to discern as not real and find this joke funny you're actually just causing paranoia for people who now feel like they can't trust the unreality tag. not everyone has the same reality discernment skills as you. what's "obviously" a fictional story to you may not be obvious to other people.

This ship is ridiculous, 10/10 no notes

All three of them

Moonwatcher in the panelka

Turtle in the elektrichka

Winter in Vorkuta

Flambae had been attracted to Robert for a while. It wasn't initially obvious, especially not to himself, but after everything, he's come to really respect the guy. And Robert is attractive, in his own scrappy way. Flambae likes him, he wants him.

And it doesn't really matter whether or not Flambae really knows he genuinely likes the guy. He starts flirting, a gentle lilt of his words, a sly tug of his lips, a tilt of his head, warm fingers brushing against his nape, lingering just a little too long.

Robert notices immediately and ignores it for the most part. When it didn't stop, he started bantering back, just a little. Nothing that ever crossed the line.

It was enough permission for Flambae to dial it up a little. A hand on the small of his back, squeezing just the slightest before pulling away. Flambae leaning down to whisper something into Robert's ear, or leaning down to listen when Robert has something to say.

Always that smirk on his lips when their eyes meet, and maybe a wink or two thrown in.

When they bump into each other in the locker rooms right out of the shower, Flambae greets him with a purred, "Hey," and a searing gaze that rakes slowly down his body, appreciating.

Robert is appalled.

"What is this?" He demands, suddenly furious. Chad blinks, surprised, as he dries off his hair.

"What is what?" He asks innocently, tilting his head playfully again.

"Stop that." Robert huffs, a scowl on his face. "Don't—Don't treat me like one of your hookups."

Chad pauses, eyes widening. "You think that's what this is?"

"Isn't it?" Robert is furiously stuffing things into his bag to leave. "I don't want to be treated like a toy."

"You're not." Chad wraps a hand around his wrist, stilling him. "Robert."

Robert doesn't meet his gaze. His lower lashes are wet, Chad realizes. Not from the shower.

"Robert." Chad softens his voice, tilting the shorter man's jaw up with a warm hand. "What's wrong?"

Robert chews his lip and doesn't answer, his eyes refusing to look at Chad.

"Robert," he tries again. "Why are you crying?"

Robert takes a shaky breath. "Is that all I am to you? A hookup? Just—" His voice cracks, "Just someone to pump and dump and be over with?"

"No," Chad is appalled Robert would think that. "Of course not. I-I care about you, Robert."

"But you keep—" Robert huffs, "—you keep fucking flirting like you want to get in my pants."

"I do though." Chad admits quietly, almost chastised.

"I don't want it to be casual." Robert looks stricken.

Chad laughs now, more at himself but Robert looks utterly offended. He jerks his head back sharply, preparing to leave. "You know what, fuck you—"

"No! No, I mean—fuck." Chad hurries to tug Robert back towards him, wrapping his arms properly around him. "I like you, Robert. I don't want this to be casual either, if you don't want it to be."

It's criminal, how fast Robert relaxes into that. "Really?"

"Yeah." Chad smiles, pressing his cheek against Robert's, breathing in his scent. "We're dating now, Robert. Just so you know."

Robert laughs quietly at that, a gentle shake of his shoulders. He fully leans into Chad's embrace now, rubbing his cheek against Chad's stubble. "Jerk."

"And we're very exclusive," a kiss against Robert's temple as the shorter man giggles, "just you—"

"Okay—"

"And me—"

"Okay—"

"Exclusively—"

"I get it!" Robert tries to escape the flurry of kisses being pressed against his jaw and neck. "I get it, okay."

"Mm, do you?" Chad asks slyly, smiling into his skin. "I think I might need to prove it a bit more."

He loves the way Robert laughs merrily at that, the way Robert has his arms wrapped around his shoulders and fingers playing with the hair against his nape.