i can't stop thinking about this. this kind of shit is not like milsim plane nerds with their own super-expensive desktop cockpit recreations. that kind of hardware makes sense to exist.
this does not. they're playing world of tanks which is like the "call of duty" of tank games (casual, players only slightly bad-smelling). it also doesn't have support for tank peripherals. no game does. no trainers do afaik. which means that (assuming this isn't just a video editing) all of that shit they are fucking with translates into mouse/keyboard inputs that the game understands. that's weird/hard and perplexing, uh, and considering that "tank peripherals" aren't a thing that exist i can only guess they built them theirselves
which is fucking hilarious because why are they so good. why does the fucking cannon breech have a little dry ice smoke effect when the breech opens like they just shot a shell. what. manual turret traverse crank?? did they build a fucking ready rack!! they're even using the correct phraseology which means one of these mofos read a PDF file
it is so fucking funny that anthony burch is actually famous for other shit like yeah he was the lead writer for borderlands 2 but i know him from a not-bdsm podcast about daddies. don't worry about it
NovĂ˝ zdroj zĂĄbavy: pĹedstav si Ĺže kdyĹž nÄkdo nadĂĄvĂĄ na "ĂşkĂĄÄka" tak Ĺže myslĂ studenty univerzity karlovy.
"Fiala vĹĄechny ty penĂze posĂlĂĄ ĂşkĂĄÄkĹŻm" - no tak vocaĹĽ pocaĹĽ, za babiĹĄe byla jĂzdenka za polovic ne za 3/4. Ale tak to zdravotnĂ a sociĂĄlnÄ za mÄ platĂ no.
"ukĂĄÄka nĂĄm berou prĂĄci!" - hele Pepo jĂĄ studuju fyziku, budu buÄ programovat nebo nÄkde zkoumat krystaly. ChtÄls dÄlat nÄco z toho?
"vraĹĽte se odkud ste pĹiĹĄli ukĂĄÄka" - znĂĹĄ jak moji rodiÄe kdyĹž si stÄĹžujĂ Ĺže dost nejezdĂm domĹŻ na vĂkend
Few gifs from short film Cloudy which I created together with my classmate Filip this June. All the wonderful animations are his work, I only did the backgrounds c:
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Neptej se AI, zeptej se mÄ, dostaneĹĄ jeĹĄtÄ stupidnÄjĹĄĂ odpovÄÄ, kterĂĄ ti vĹŻbec nepomĹŻĹže, ale za to budeĹĄ mĂt dobrĂ˝ pocit ze sociĂĄlnĂ interakce a nebo taky ne.
So I just finished watching Episodes 4 and 5 of The Amazing Digital Circus for the third time because Iâve clearly given my life to this show and Gooseworx owns my soul. Genuinely, what phenomenal writing. I've seen mixed reception for episode five but Iâm thrilled that the majority of the fandom can agree this episode was amazing. Because that means I can scream with all you FunnyBunny shippers and dedicated emotional wrecks alike.
Now. Let me get into why Episode 5 wasnât just a Jax episode (though it very much was)âbut why it was, at its core, Ragathaâs episode. This is gonna be long and laced with âam I overthinking this?â moments. Buckle up.
WHO IS RAGATHA?
When we first meet her in Episode One, sheâs nice. Incredibly kind. Super peppy. But there's this teeny-tiny crack in that candy coating. She spirals, just a little, and we see a nervous, anxious edge slipping through her âpositive vibes onlyâ persona.
And that spiral? Itâs not a one-time thing. It gets worse. The deeper you go into the series, the more you notice how her overbearing positivity feels less like optimism and more like a coping mechanism. A weaponized smile. Sheâs not just trying to cheer everyone up, sheâs gaslighting herself into believing she has to be happy. She has to be likable. That itâs the only way sheâll be accepted.
And in the Digital Circus, where identity is shredded (like you forget your name for fuck's sakes) and everythingâs performative? Thatâs not just sad...itâs devastating.
EPISODE 4: THE CRACKS BEGIN TO SHOW
Episode Four set the entire foundation. When Ragatha gets âstupid sauceâ in her eyes and all her emotional filters drop, you finally see her. She stops curating how sheâs perceived and just exists...and what comes out? She reminisces of her life (which gets confirmed in Episode 5). Gangle tries to warn her she might get hurt, and her response is almost eerie in how casually she brushes it off.
Sure, it could be a nod to Raggedy Ann and all that doll-abuse lore, but when you learn about Ragathaâs real past: abusive, narcissistic mother, high-society pressure cooker upbringing...that âhurtâ starts feeling very literal. Maybe this line wasnât just random doll humor. Maybe itâs a whisper of childhood trauma, manifesting through a false smile.
And then comes the Gloink Queen. The way Ragatha lights up at the idea of a mother who genuinely cherishes every single one of her hundreds of children? I fucking felt that. It wasnât just admiration; it was longing. Desperation. Like she never got that kind of love growing up, so the concept itself is intoxicating. Itâs this quiet heartbreak that adds a whole new layer to her need for approval.
She hates Jax. Letâs be real. He antagonizes her constantly, pushes every one of her buttons (he literally threw her in a goddamn vat of boiling oil for fucks sakes). But the part that wrecks me? She doesnât want him to hate her. Not because she likes him, but because anyone disliking her is unbearable. Being disliked means she failed. Means sheâs unworthy. Means sheâs alone.
Thatâs why her facade, this grinning, chipper armour? It's everything. And the more we see of her, the more we understand that itâs crumbling.
I NEED YOU ALL TO LOCK THIS SCENE INTO YOUR BRAINS, OKAY? Because this exact emotional thread gets replayed like a broken record all throughout Episode Five. Itâs not just a one-off moment, itâs the theme. The cast knows Ragathaâs cheer is fake. And honestly? It makes sense. Theyâve been stuck together for who-knows-how-long, and you learn a lot about someone in that kind of nightmare.
But hereâs the thing: when someone keeps pushing toxic positivity, constantly trying to âcheer you upâ without actually listening, it doesnât help. It hurts. It makes the person reaching out feel like theyâre talking to a wall. Ragatha so badly wants people to open up to her, but sheâs terrified of doing the same in return, and thatâs where the entire disconnect lies. Sheâs hyper-aware of how sheâs perceived. Her self-image is a prison. And at the core of it all?
Rejection.
Her biggest, ugliest, most soul-deep fear. Because rejection leads to isolation. And isolation? Leads straight back to the kind of loneliness she probably drowned in as a child.
Now, you're probably wondering: why am I still going off about Episode Four when I promised this was a breakdown of Episode Five?
Because Episode Four is the breadcrumb trail. It's the soft warning. The writerâs subtle little âhey, pay attention to herâ moment. Itâs the appetizer. It preps us, emotionally and narratively, for the main course of Episode Five, where Ragatha's carefully-constructed image begins to crack and we finally, finally, start to understand the full scope of her trauma.
Letâs address the big criticism real quick: a lot of people think this was a Jax-centric episode. And I get it. Jax got depth, growth, actual backstory. But hereâs my take:Â Jax and Ragatha are each otherâs foils.
One is warm, soft-spoken, always smiling, but secretly repressing everything real.
The other is brash, rude, antagonisticâbut when he opens up? Heâs real. Heâs genuine.
Theyâve been clashing since Episode One, and their dynamic works because theyâre mirrors: distorted, but parallel.
Why was using Jax as Ragathaâs foil so brilliant? Because it does two huge things. First, it finally shows us Jax as a person instead of just telling us heâs a dick with a smile. But more importantly?
It amplifies Ragatha.
A foil, by definition, is a character who highlights the traits of another character by contrasting with them. And what better way to show Ragathaâs entire internal collapse than by placing her beside someone who, while difficult and abrasive, actually manages to connect with someone else?
Because as Jax grows closer to Pomni, the very connection Ragatha has been chasing since Day One, it throws Ragathaâs failures into painful high-def. Sheâs tried everything. Sheâs been kind, supportive, the âgood friend.â And yet, itâs not her Pomni opens up to. Itâs not her Pomni laughs with.
And that is why Episode Five is a Ragatha episode. Maybe not in the obvious, center-stage way. But in the subtle, devastating unraveling that plays out just beneath the surface.
Now, letâs talk receipts. Iâve got observations, breakdowns, and repeat viewings of Episodes Four and Five loaded and ready.
I donât know if it was a deliberate artistic choice or just an organic part of the scene composition, but I canât not point out how telling it is that the characters are all paired off: Jax and Pomni, Kinger with Zooble and Gangle, and yet Ragatha? Sheâs standing off in the distance. Alone. Isolated. Visibly excluded from every natural dynamic.
And I really want to believe that was purposeful. A quiet visual cue for us, the audience, to understand not just the social dynamics of the group, but how deeply disconnected Ragatha truly is from the others.
Honestly, I think this was the moment her carefully held-together mask started to split. The start of the spiral. Go back to the earlier episodes and youâll start noticing it: Ragatha drops a lot of sharp, snarky comments. Some subtle. Some cutting. Whether intentional or not, those little moments are emotional leaks. She drops her filter more often around Jax, which makes sense, she hates him. She doesnât bother hiding it. But the fact that her snark surfaces at all tells us something: the mask is slipping.
Think about Episode One, when Ragatha spirals, itâs visceral. Itâs raw and disturbing in a way the othersâ breakdowns just⌠arenât. Why? Because for Ragatha, cracking isnât just about stress or fear. Itâs about exposing something sheâs worked so hard to hide: her real, âugly,â human feelings. Sheâs repressed them for so long, forced herself to smile through it all, because she believes that if she isnât likable, if she isnât âgood,â sheâll be abandoned.
And now? That bottleâs starting to shake.
I'll circle back to this moment when I dive into the bar scene later (because oofâthereâs so much there), but letâs keep things chronological for now.
Right after Ragatha leaves, Jax drops a line on Pomni: â[She] is taking advantage of you.â And it hits especially hard because just before that, Gangle told Pomni she didnât think Ragatha was genuine. That? Thatâs when the discomfort surrounding Ragatha starts to really take shape.
Hereâs why I think that hit a nerve with the rest of the cast.
They are all constantly fighting for their sanity. For their identities. Theyâre trapped in this surreal, terrifying digital purgatory where reality is questionable at best and all theyâve got are each other. Thatâs it. Just a bunch of strangers trying not to fall apart or, worse, abstract.
And when you're in that space? Vulnerability becomes everything. And itâs risky.
Being vulnerable to the wrong person, someone who doesnât reciprocate, or worse, uses your openness against you is traumatic. It teaches you to close up. To withdraw.
To stop trying.
Now imagine reaching out to someone like Ragatha, who seems supportive on the surface, who says the right things, but thereâs a disconnect. You donât feel like youâre being seen. You donât feel safe. You donât feel like youâre talking to someone whoâs willing to meet you in the mess.
And when that happens? Of course they gravitate elsewhere. Of course they pair off, find comfort in each other, and leave her on the fringes.
What hurts the most, though, is this: Ragatha wants connection. Sheâs starving for it. But she doesnât know how to give it back in a way that feels real. Sheâs so wrapped up in being âthe nice one,â the peacemaker, the cheerful glue of the group, that she canât drop the actâeven when itâs pushing people away. Even when itâs exactly whatâs isolating her.
She wants to be close. She just doesnât know how to be vulnerable.
Now, the biggest lore drop of Ragatha's past, let's break this down:
Throughout the entire series so far, Ragatha always speaks with this carefully curated tone: gentle, friendly, overly polite. But every time she gets a moment alone to monologue? It always derails. Every time. Her words unravel, her tone falters, and what starts as âeverythingâs fineâ ends with something much darker, much sadder.
And this scene? God. This one hurt. Because when she starts talking about her mother, it stops feeling like just another breakdown. It feels like the core of her trauma is being yanked out into the open. Sheâs clearly an adult. Had a life. A career. Probably responsibilities and routines. And yet, that wound from her mother is still festering: deep, raw, and most importantly?
Completely unresolved.
This is where you see her coping mechanisms in full force. Ragatha has this heartbreaking tendency to downplay her own pain. Sheâll smile through it, make a light comment, move on like it doesnât ache. But it does. And that habit? It sabotages her ability to connect with people in a real, vulnerable way. Because how can someone share mutual pain with you if you never admit to having any? If you canât even be real with yourself?
Remember when she confessed she hates Jax, but she doesnât want Jax to hate her? That moment says everything. That desperate need to be liked, even by someone who openly antagonizes her, speaks volumes about her internal wiring. Sheâs terrified of rejection. Of being disliked. Of being seen as not enough.
And this scene, to me, is one of the most heartbreaking moments in the show. Ragatha is caught in this awful limbo: she wants connection, deeply. She wants friendship, understanding, belonging. But the second she senses discomfort, awkwardness, even the slightest ripple of tension, she backpedals. She shrinks. She brushes it off with a laugh or a sugar-coated phrase. And thatâs exactly why the others canât reach her.
Sheâs surrounded by people and still completely alone.
This scene also confirms what weâve suspected all along: her mother had impossibly high standards. That nothing Ragatha did was ever good enough. That she had to perform perfection just to maybe receive love. It was a transaction. "Be the perfect little girl, the perfect daughter, the perfect doll, and maybe, just maybe, youâll earn affection."
So of course she acts like this now. Of course she wraps herself in forced smiles and gentle words. Because somewhere deep down, she still believes that if she slips, if she messes up, if she shows anything âuglyâ...then no one will love her.
Jax was a grade A asshole for this one. No sugarcoating it. He knew how badly Ragatha wanted to be Pomniâs friend. Heâs not clueless. So when he swooped in and started getting close to her? Of course it triggered Ragatha. You could practically see her flinch.
And that sting? It echoes through the rest of the episode five from that point onwards. Especially when they get to the ball game scene.
That was the moment Ragatha finally let some of that bottled-up frustration out. She flat-out called Jax out, asking why he was trying to influence Pomni into acting like some careless, insensitive jerk. And yeah, on the surface it seems like just another clash between the two of them, but if you look a little closer (and maybe Iâm reaching this), thereâs something deeper going on.
From earlier episodes, weâve seen Ragatha has this habit of telling Pomni how she should feel. She does it in this oddly motherly tone, like sheâs trying to guide her, but in a way that almost infantilizes her. In Episode Two, in the candy kingdom bit, Ragatha starts talking to Pomni like sheâs a child and Pomni immediately shuts it down: âIâm not a kid.â
That wasnât just sass.
That was a boundary.
And it clicked for me: Ragatha might be echoing her motherâs behavior here. That condescending tone disguised as âhelp.â The âcheer up, itâs not that badâ mindset. The insistence that things should be okay, instead of just lettingpeople feel. Maybe thatâs all she ever knew. And now, sheâs unknowingly replicating it.
So when she follows Pomniâs advice to âtry being a jerk sometimes,â and it backfires, when Pomni looks at her, clearly uncomfortable, it hits Ragatha like a rock. That same feeling of rejection, all over again.
And did anyone else notice the glitch when she apologized? Because I sure as hell did. It was subtle, but holy fuck, please don't be the next abstraction!
Then came the "Pomni Saves the Day (Almost)" scene, when itâs her turn to bat. She asks Ragatha if she wants to take her place, to "redeem" herself from her earlier miss. And for just a second, Ragatha lights up. Itâs this tiny flicker of hope. Maybe this is her chance. Maybe she can fix things.
Maybe sheâs needed.
But then⌠the game was already over and they won before she had a chance to bat because their evil version is basically KO'd. She turns to Pomni and sees them.
Pomni and Jax. Laughing. Close. Connected.
And suddenly that hope? It deflates.
Just like in the stargazing scene, we get this physical distance motif again. Ragatha is always just far enough to see the connectionâbut never be part of it. And in that moment, you can see it on her face, this quiet, confused heartbreak. The kind of grief that doesnât explode...it just sinks in. Like sheâs trying to understand why her kindness, her effort, her presence was never enough. Why being âniceâ only pushed Pomni further away.
That expression she gives, caught somewhere between confusion, disappointment, and slowly-processed loss? God, that got me. It wrecked me. Because in that moment, sheâs not angry. Sheâs not dramatic.
Sheâs just... alone.
And then finally⌠the nail in the coffin. The moment where the silent divide between Pomni and Ragatha becomes undeniable. The moment the entire show has been quietly building toward since Episode One.
Ragatha, who has tried so hard to make Pomni smile. To be her rock. To forge a connection. She wants that closeness. She craves that intimacy. But instead, she watches as Pomni laughs, genuinely, mind you, and effortlessly at Jaxâs antics. And the second Pomni notices Ragatha looking? Her smile drops. Instantly. That joy disappears, replaced by awkwardness, tension, that same guarded expression weâve seen before.
And it says everything.
Pomni canât be herself around Ragatha. She doesnât feel safe doing so. She might think Ragatha is a ânice enoughâ person⌠but thatâs it. Thatâs where the connection ends. She doesnât let her guard down. Doesnât let Ragatha in. Because Ragatha, in all her curated cheer, never really opens up either.
And then the show drives it home with brutal elegance: the group starts to drift off, one by one, naturally falling into their new little dynamics. And Ragatha? Left standing in the middle. Alone. Forgotten. No one turns to her. No one invites her. Sheâs just there.
For all the time sheâs spent in the Digital Circus, Pomni managed to connect with everyone else. Even Jax. And that, right there, is pure devastation for me.
Because all Ragatha has ever known is people-pleasing. Thatâs how she survives. Thatâs what she was taught. Be the sunshine, be the good girl, be agreeable and comforting and helpful then youâll be loved. Then youâll be safe. But what happens when that mask doesnât work? When it actually pushes people away instead of bringing them in?
She doesnât know how to express her loneliness. She doesnât know how to say, âIâm hurting too.â Because thatâs not what was modeled for her. Thatâs not what her mother taught her.
And this...this right fucking here is why Gooseworx was so right when they said this was a Ragatha episode.
Because Ragathaâs character flaws, the heart of her tragedy, are brought into the light not by spotlighting her, but by quietly contrasting her with a pair of characters we never expected to bond: Jax and Pomni.
From the start, weâre fed this narrative: Jax is an asshole. He teases Pomni. Heâs rude, smug, abrasive. And yet⌠Pomni starts to soften around him. She connects. She even laughs. And you start to wonder...why is he getting through to her when Ragatha canât?
Because Jax, in his own messed-up way, gets real. He opens up. He admits things. Heâs emotionally messy, but itâs genuine. And that rawness, that honesty, is something Ragatha canât allow herself to show. So while Jax slowly reveals the depth beneath his snark, Ragatha clings to her role: the always-smiling, ever-positive comfort character.
And that contrast? Itâs heartbreaking.
You see it at the very end. How alone she is. And the cruel twist? Sheâs probably the one who needs connection the most. But sheâs so stuck in her pattern, so locked in that internalized belief that she has to perform to be loved, that she ends up isolating herself even further.
I canât stop thinking about this: Ragatha feels like someone whoâs spent her entire life just close enough to be seen, but never close enough to be reached. Sheâs the background character in her own life: present, smiling, helpful⌠and utterly alone.
And maybe the reason so many people felt like this episode was more about Jax than Ragatha is because weâre supposed to feel her slipping into the background. Just like the cast is starting to overlook her, we as the audience are starting to, too.
That slow fade?
Itâs intentional.
Thank you for coming to my rant. I never done a character analysis before, but I just fucking love this series so much.
I distinctly remember the first time my dad called me my right name. I was sixteen, Iâd gotten my driverâs license not too long ago, and now that I was driving, my dad gave me a credit card so I could get gas, or food if I was staying late at school due to marching band. He was very clear, this card was for food and gas only. Only gas and food. Just those two categories of product. He would be checking the bill. I had no desire to buy anything else with this card.
However. Often when getting food after marching practice, or on our scant breaks, Iâd drive my friends to burger king or little ceasers or starbucks or whatever, and sometimes not all of my friends could afford the food they wanted. And wellâŚfood is food. I have a big appetite, and as long as I didnât go crazy overboard and order catering for the whole band, a few extra burgers and shakes wouldnât stand out on a monthly bill. So I bought my friends food.Â
I did this for several months, and sometime during that came out to my parents. They both thought it was a phase, and that I would grow out of it. Since theyâre not terrible people their approach to me having âa boy phaseâ was to let me do my thing and wait for me to change my mind. I didnât change my mind, and eventually they understood that, but thatâs a whole other post. The point is my dad didnât discourage me from transitioning, but avoided talking about it with me. He stopped calling me his daughter, but replaced it with child rather than son, that kind of thing. Â
But back to the credit card. Eventually I started feeling guilty. TECHNICALLY I was obeying the rule âfood and gas onlyâ, but I knew I was bending it. I nervously admitted to him one day that sometimesâŚon occasionâŚonce in a while⌠Iâd buy a friend food. I waited solemnly for his judgement. He walked over to me, put his hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes sternly and said,
âZackary, we are Italian. If you let your friends go hungryâŚ.â (and here he decided to shake me just for a little emphasis) âI will disown you.âÂ
And thatâs when I knew heâd come around. Trans? Fine okay sure, give it a shot. Stingy? Get the fuck out.Â
mĹŻj oblĂbenĂ˝ kousek, vtĂpeÄek, dalo by se ĹĂci, je ĹĂkat 'to by se mÄlo zakĂĄzat' o vÄcech jako bolest mĂ˝ch zad, kausĂĄlnĂ vztah psychickĂ˝ch a fyzickĂ˝ch problĂŠmĹŻ nebo dĹŻsledky nedostatku spĂĄnku, s indikacĂ toho, Ĺže by tento zĂĄkaz mÄla vykonat vlĂĄda.
moje dalĹĄĂ talenty v oboru umÄnĂ konverzace, obsahujĂ reference na vÄci o kterĂ˝ch nikdo kolem mÄ neslyĹĄel.
Iâve seen Tumblr being a broken mess before but this post really takes the cake. OP doesnt have a name. If you look in the notes half the reblogs are just colons. Iâve seen people say clicking on OPâs blog brings them to an entirely random one, and that they couldnt exit it. Youâve got people investigating OP, and white girls getting all defensive. One of those heritage posts blogs is there. If I wanted to show someone peak Tumblr and what its like on here Iâd just show them this post.
because thatâs definitely a blog you can click on
this person hasnât even been inactive for that long and itâs impossible to date the original post since it no longer exists but like yeah this is a functioning website people want to use to make money.
This is my old blog ^-^ hi ^-^ I ran yanderemidori for a little bit but I suddenly had to deactivate because I was a minor then and my parents found out I was gay and went through all my stuff so I just tried to scrub my online presence as much as I could before then ^-^ now I donât know why Tumblr bungled this particular post but I had a lot of other popular ones! Iâm glad that this one is still making the roundsâŚ
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