[wangleline]

My previous PC was called "The Goblin" because I found its case in a dumpster and had to close one of the sides with cardboard and duct tape

[nightlightheart]

I just needed to share my computer. his name is Jason and my coworker built him for me.

[0xzz1x]

Sandhill, my S-100 kitbuild computer, lived in a postal tub for a while.

[maroussias1-deactivated20220606]

“Be my victim,” he said.

“No…” she murmured.

“I won’t force it upon you,” he replied, the perfect gentleman. “I won’t oblige you to die. But think; think. If I kill you here – if I unhook you…” he traced the path of the promised wound with his hook. It ran from groin to neck. “Think how they would mark this place with their talk… point it out as they passed by and say: ‘She died there; the woman with the green eyes.’ Your death would be a parable to frighten children with. Lovers would use it as an excuse to cling closer together…”

She had been right: this was a seduction.

— Clive Barker, “The Forbidden” Books of Blood

[yourlocalxenomorph]

I'm fucking begging you people to learn how to recognize ai-generated images

[yourlocalxenomorph]

When you see unsourced art that has no watermark or signature or seems to be uploaded in crunchy quality, that's your first clue. Look closer at the details. Look for weird discrepancies or blurs in odd places or places where one part blends nonsensically into another part. Look at the stranger details and ask yourself "would a real person deliberately make a mistake like this? would a real person intentionally draw this detail in such a weird way?"

This skeleton, for example. Looks fine at a glance, but look closer. What's going on with his foot? What about his inexplicably six-fingered hand clutching the cape? What about his pelvis that's just... broken? What's going on with the area around the shoulderblade where all the bones just melt together?

It's unfortunate that we've come to this, but in this technological age, everything needs to be examined with a critical eye. Stop letting yourself be fooled. Do not let machine-made images infiltrate the art scene any more than they already have.

[coffinr4]

[stasi-informant-deactivated2021]

[spoogliedoo]

[fantroll]

vanmai

[unrememberedrooms]

just down the hall | 4/14/23

[tripppaz]

[d-i-a-m-o-n-d-s-a-n-d-d-r-u-g-s]

[sadbrucewillis]

<3

[gingerbronson]

[sovereignsofhell]

[geniuss-loci-deactivated2021052]

[fantroll]

knuckle tattoos for @cash4trolls

[fantroll]

i hate getting personal on this blog and i hate airing out my grievances but i just get this deep, physical pain in my chest every time i remember how severely mistreated and disposed of ive been to some of the people in this community. i cant believe that because i stood up for myself or my friend/s, i was dropped like a sack of shit. i never even existed to half of these people. years and years of memories and friendships that i cant even reminisce on because i cant even come to terms with how i was abandoned. in most cases id be at peace with drifting apart or having a fallout. i can understand those things happen and id be able to revisit my past without feeling that strike in my chest but people have always told me im a good person, that im smart, im funny, im kind, im understanding,  i make them feel comfortable.. but like.. ? how am i even meant to remotely believe that is true? how am i meant to look back at my closest friends in my life and believe that? how the fuck am i meant to heal when ive never been given closure by anybody whos left me?

and then i see these people who spoke so viciously of others, handing out their forgiveness and rectifying all their grievances. what about me? why dont i deserve to be forgiven? i dont know what i did? i didnt do anything? how come these people who they so VEHEMENTLY HATED get forgiveness, and i get forgotten? nothing i ever did mattered to you, nothing i ever said mattered to you, i was just used and wrung out until i had nothing left to give, and then thrown to the curb and given the finger. how am i meant to fucking live with this, man? how am i supposed to live with myself, being told that im not a bad person, but not even getting an explanation or forgiveness for, literally i dont even know what.

and brother i cant even afford the therapy to try and understand this damage thats been done to me. i used to be able to, and it was going well, but my quality of life has been squandered by my financial and mental situation and i cant get out of this pit anymore.

i dont think its fair to say it but its even less fair to feel it. some of the people ive had the displeasure of giving my time to in this community will eventually be the foundations to my loss. im going to kill myself sooner or later and i dont want the actions/inactions of others to be my downfall, buti have nothing else. i cant heal. im not allowed to. i havent been given any resource to fight my way through this grief and the only solution i have is to just die

[lossing-control-deactivated2022]

[gunfir3insidemyhead]