Absolutely Asinine Atomika

me when one piece fanfic oc brain rot turns terminal

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

the one across the road however… Did Not. It was a Shell station, and the whole thing looked abandoned. The parking lot was badly cracked and had grass and weeds growing everywhere, some of the fuel nozzles appeared to have been ripped out, and the overhang was leaning dangerously. But. All the lights were on, and even though some of the windows were boarded, you still had a good view of the interior. It looked… well stocked? Like the cashier had just wandered into the back for a sec 2/3

and would be back at any time. But it was still off, somehow, in a way I can’t really explain. Just… wrong. Oh! And the lights on the Shell sign worked too! Except, the ’s’ was burnt out, so it just said: ‘HELL’. Definitely the creepiest thing I’ve seen while driving at night so far. Do you think there’s any chance I accidentally wandered too close to the entrance to another dimension? 3/3

OH MAN ENTROPY-RIDDLED GAS STATIONS ARE MY FAVORITE.  

DOUBLY SO ENTROPY-RIDDLED GAS STATIONS IN PLACES WHERE GREAT EVIL WAS SPAWNED AW YEAH.  I love the juxtaposition of decaying roof and weed-filled lot with the clean and well-stocked interior.  Differing levels of entropy is my fave aesthetic.   The “HELL” and missing cashier is a nice touch too.  In spite of appearances, it’s not that dangerous a place if you mind your manners, don’t go under the structurally compromised part of the overhang and bring along the tire iron if you want o go around back.

You def should have bought a candy bar. If you pay for it and toss a buck in the tip jar it’s not cursed.  Say hi to the cashier, ask what they do for fun around there the answer will be incredible- There’s a similar Shell with the burnt-out S and a shambling restaurant named “Boogie’s” next door in Del Norte that I ALWAYS stop at going to and from Durango.  They always remember me becuase I show up pretty much exactly at the same time on the same days every year and make a point of being friendly. Chelsea’s a really nice lady who keeps bees and her son gave me a drawing of a tiger for my fridge.

Also wander around the back to look for sets of eyes glowing back at you from under the dumpster.  Whatever eats there is full of chaotic energies and of immense power but probably also lonely.   Say hi to them.  Don’t feed the wildlife though that’s never a good idea.  One of the Sonocos in Ravenna has a large gray dog that sleeps behind the store under the AC unit.  She’s there every single time I’ve been to Ohio since 1997.  She’s had a white muzzle and arthritis but remains otherwise unchanged, always sitting up and wagging her tail when you come by.

It’s also a great place to pick up a rider if you need one. Most people who have to drive cross-country will tell you to put something in the front seat to keep anything from climbing in with you- a box or a plant but NOT a toy or doll, those can get inhabited.  And most of the time you’d be right- things like to sit in unoccupied chairs but most of them don’t actually want to leave, and are very upset if you ‘kidnap’ them.  The ones that climb into cars while you’re in motion are rude and wicked pranksters at best.  Sometimes, however, you’ll find one who needs to get out of town and on certain roads, you want to have something else in the car.

The stretch of I-80 between Green river Wyoming and Laramie is the worst goddamn part of interstate in the country and I have driven over most of it by now.  It’s dangerously boring, poorly maintained and exposed to the elements and there’s been a white-out blizzard or hurricane-force windstorm every single time I’ve been on it. As in, the only indication of where the road actualyl IS are those tiny little reflective poles they out up every 1/10th of a mile and you can’t drive over 15 mph becuase the wind is ready to flip your tiny Honda off the road becuase fuck you that’s why.

Most of the time I can find a Fedex truck to stick close behind and drive in the half-second of exposed road in their wake but in January 2014 I was coming back from a funeral in Salt Lake City and it was shaping up to be another nasty whiteout drive with nary a truck in sight.  I didn’t have the money to stay in a hotel and it was already getting late and i didn’t want to get stranded if they closed the highway.  I also sure as hell didn’t want to drive that Alone.

So I pulled into the Exxon in Green River, Wyoming.  It’s a silent and lonely place at the best of times but just after sunset in the middle of January when it’s 10 degrees out is just miserable. You step out and are immediately filled with the compulsion to be Anywhere Else.  I pulled up, started filling the tank, then walked around and opened the passenger side door, taking the bag of chips out of the seat.

“Alright here’s the deal-” I announced, leaning against the car and staring at the towers of granite half-buried by the surrounding dessert, dark shapes in a blue-gray sky. “You don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to drive this next bit alone.  I can take you as far as Laramie if you get me through this.  It’s nice.  They have trees and an inexplicably good sushi place.  I’ll drive you, but you have to get out there.  Deal?”  I waited, staring at the towers and Nothing Else, listening to the pump tick until the door shut against the wind.

It was still a white-knuckle drive, headlights on low becuase high-beams only caught the driving snow, wind barreling into the Honda in random gusts, occasionally shoving me into oncoming traffic for a second before I could correct, heart at a constant staccato and bile in my throat.  I didn’t look over at the passenger side more than I had to out of courtesy- things remain unseen for a reason. I got the impression of tall and long-faced and just as terrified as I was but DAMN if the car stuck to the road in spite of the ice, there were no oncoming cars when I got shoved and we even made good time in a few places.  We pulled into the Inexplicably Good Sushi place at the interchange of I-80 and 287 and I put my head on the wheel and cried for a good minute.

“Thank you very much.” I eventually managed. “You were very helpful. I’m gonna get takeout, do you want a Marylin Mon-roll to celebrate?”

“That would be nice.”

“Cool. I’ll leave it on the stump there for you.”

# I want to know if anakin would crack and confess or would obi-wan find it increasingly harder to defend anakin as more evidense surfaces # how does obi wan find out the truth # does he have to accept it on his own that anakin has been lying or does he have faith until anakin breaks his heart

For the record, I think Obi-Wan would have faith until the end. In Revenge of the Sith Obi-Wan needs to be faced with the recording, and even then, his first reaction? Is actually denial.

Angela Landsbury is still a goddamn delight.

She wears so many scarfs.

I want her pleated skirts.

A confederate flag means we are In The South.

Cowboy hats meas we are In Texas, ya'll.

Cops are respected... but the show doesn't pretend that they won't turn the law their own way.

The show puts a lot of Blacks and Jews in positions of respect, esp cops and feds, which given the age is surprisingly progressive and pleasing to see!

And lots of frank addressing of racism.

Did they reuse actors?? I'm too faceblind LOL so many generically attractive brunette men with the same haircut.

Age gap? We don't care about no age gap in this show.

HOW MANY NIECES AND NEPHEWS DOES SHE HAVE?

Fucked me up to see how airports used to be with people going right up to the gates.

New baby is home!!! He lost his tail in a tornado. BD is doing very well, and has even started to play! So proud of him for being a good big brother.

Foicatch is a simple man of simple needs.

1. Hot warrior wife

2. A forge somewhere to putter around

3. Watching hot warrior wife mount skulls of enemies in throne room.

4. Good food

5. Stuck up pricks to annoy.

6. Sex with hot warrior wife

7. Maybe some other lovers on the side 's all good.

8. Hot warrior wife who is very powerful and could crush him which is very sexy of her.

9. Skulls of assholes to crack.

A crappy comic about no-win situations. (They hurt a lot.)

(Because I saw this excellent one by @coochiekrab.)

I would call this a straw man because it's so exaggerated and ridiculous but I see this guy on Reddit and in comments everywhere all the time.

ETA: Doing slight numbers and I'd like to see it do more with this added, so:

Not One More Vet helps veterinary professionals navigate mental health challenges and burnout. Please spread the word.

^ the late great Jake

It is so wonderful to care for special needs animals, if you can manage it emotionally and financially. It makes me so happy to see those pets in good and loving homes.

I dearly wish to foster, an arrangement where I house and the shelter pays for the care.

Time shifting

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The resulting audio file can be played over the radio (sounding a bit like the old dial up noise, as it's just two quickly oscillating notes) and recorded to a cassette tape, which you can then give to your computer to "decode" back into 0's and 1's, which gives you the program file. You can then run it as if you'd installed it from a disk.

nowadays i think Audacity calls the “device” smth different but you’d still use the same process. hell, there’s probably a way to do it that doesn’t even involve a cord. speaking of cords tho — you can use the same method to plug your phone into the computer (there are adapters for iphone charger -> aux cord) and record, say, some really good app music that you can’t find a soundtrack for online (mute all sound effects and just keep the app open for a while)

however @weeee ‘s advice is really good for keeping “hard copies” of things you really don’t want to lose and really definitely want to own, basically as backup or if you lose access to computers altogether. a digital file is still accessible to any software you have installed, after all, and we’re moving in a direction where companies could scan a file and check if it matches media that they own. (I recall an early iTunes plugin called TuneUp or something that could fill in title/artist/album/etc for improperly-named files in your iTunes library…)

Lunch was quickly derailed.

(Based off a joke I made watching TBB with KrazyCat6167)

The goblin tells me to read fanfic

The goblin gets obsessed and giddy

The goblin rants happily

The goblin of my mind