I miss my moots on here it's been so long since I interacted with you guys mostly cuz I got really into 1 Thai drama and that's all I think about now but I also got more active on twitter than on here so I'm sorry đŠ
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I miss my moots on here it's been so long since I interacted with you guys mostly cuz I got really into 1 Thai drama and that's all I think about now but I also got more active on twitter than on here so I'm sorry đŠ
sometimes I think about the polaroids and feel genuinely sick
Feeling totally normal about @gallifreyasgardmiddle-earth âs fics We All Have Our Limitations and Talk to Me.
so i was just thinking about âWe all have our limitationsâ by Love_all_the_fandoms (check it out, its literally SOOOOO GOOOD)
and⌠i was like, yknow what if people know? (it would be hilarious)
i was imagining a 5+1 type of thing as a sequel or in the somewhat same universe and one of them was someone saying, as a joke âCome give daddy a kissâ and carl (whos busy killing stuff or tinkering) on instinct snapping back and saying ânot now, daddy, kittenâs busyâ
and. well. DO YOU SEE THE VISION
the sheer horror, the sheer embarrassment, but also i definitely think carl would hate being called kitten so that makes it all the worse
Do you think the Ai gets lonely when Carls in stasis?
Orren: Can you tell me what your relationship with Crawler Carl is?
The AI: I'm Carl's right hand arm....man. I'm Carl's everything. I'm his confidant, his best friend....his silly rabbit.
Orren: His WHAT?
The AI: His silly rabbit.
Orren: His silly rabbit?
The AI: Yes.
Orren: Is that what he calls you?
The AI: No.
What makes me insane is how Carl is the only one to really understand the AI, even if not fully.
He's the one that figured out that being polite will work on it. He's the one to see it as a person with feelings. He's the one that knows how to negotiate with it.
Like he hates this motherfucker but gets itâ˘
Ok, so, I was at the shops today, and found these, which sent me into absolutely hysterics right in the cleaning aisle. I mean, not only is it the most RIDICULOUS gendered thing Iâve ever seen, but if the Internet hadnât already ruined the word âDaddyâ for me, Dungeon Crawler Carl sure as hell did. All I could think, the instant I saw it, was a dungeon where every machine is an extension of the AI, and my brain did this:
Carl (washing the cleaner bot): âHow did you get so dirty, little guy? Canât you clean yourself?â
The AI (moaning): âOh yes, god yes, thatâs it! Make Daddy clean! Scrub Daddy! Harder!â
I may never be able to go back to that store again. Having since looked it up online, apparently this is a well-known product, but itâs the first time Iâve ever seen it and my reaction was disproportionate to the setting.
Also, real quick, going to pop over to AO3 because this is after dark material if ever I saw it.
HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE !! i've published my 7k character study on the AI lol. Lmk what y'all think
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A scene from *gasp* @gallifreyasgardmiddle-earthâs fic
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The AI could have given Carl a thong instead of boxers
Imagine Carl ass out, dick barely contained, running around the dungeon
barefoot
I wrote another thing. This time about Dungeon Crawler Carl, which is my new obsession. Thereâs something utterly fascinating to me about the System AI and its obsession with Carl, and about how a machine sentience would learn to process human emotions. Itâs easy to dismiss DCC as just a bit of fun, but honestly there are moments in there that are just so gut-wrenching and heartbreaking. It reminds me of the Futurama episode with the dog and the pizza shop, where your brain is like âthis is meant to be fun!â while youâre just sobbing on the couch shoving potato chips in your face to feel better. So this is my take on Carl and the System AI, because I absolutely could not help myself.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Dumbest Au idea that I am NEVER going to write: Dungeon Crawler Carl McDonald's. The main idea behind this is that Carls working the drive thru and the Ai pulls up on the hood of the car and flirts with Carl but Carl doesnt give a flying shit and hands him his food then closes the window slowly. This happens weekly.
so. I uh. got Jeff to record something for me.
it's the summary of the first fic I ever wrote for DCC, cause it's what got me initially involved in the fandom and community (I was upfront about what it was and he still happily narrated it for me)
so anyway we now have audio of the AI calling Carl "baby boy"
WARNING: NSFW and highly kinky, implied consent issues but nothing explicit
anyway if y'all need me, I'll be getting cozy up in my grave cause I have died. I am dead and there is nothing left of me. my soul has departed from my body to join the local trout population.
How the System AI felt when it was named a codefendant with Carl in the third party lawsuit.
You say theyâre mortal enemies? That they have an unbalanced and toxic power dynamic? And theyâre constantly thinking about killing each other?! Excellent. Love that for them! But⌠and stay with me on this... what if⌠what if they kissed? What if they, drenched in each otherâs blood and exhausted from fighting, found comfort in each otherâs arms? Ever think about that?!