#extradirty
Cosmic Funnies
Janaina Medeiros
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Stranger Things
I'd rather be in outer space šø
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
One Nice Bug Per Day
Not today Justin
styofa doing anything
if i look back, i am lost
ojovivo
$LAYYYTER
izzy's playlists!
will byers stan first human second
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
NASA
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@incomingawn
That explains a lot of the mess that was Transformers Prime.
This is at Rik Alvarezās panel about writing for the Aligned Continuity. He also mentions having less than 24 hours to discuss and edit TFP episode scripts before sending them out for recording. Sounds like a nightmare.
Damn. The Aligned Continuity was a literal shitshow
While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.
You silently take two more slices of bread out of the package and make another sandwich. You put it on a plate with a handful of potato chips and hand it to the demon. He takes the sandwich, smiles and vanishes in a puff of demonic smoke. The next day you get that job promotion you were after. There was no contract. No words spoken. You owe nothing. But every now and then, another demon pops in for lunch. Demons donāt often get homemade sandwiches.Ā
Can I keep this going? Iām going to keep this going.
It would be a little annoying, if they werenāt so nice about it. You donāt know what you expected demons to be like, but you certainly didnāt expect them to be nice about it. Thereās no demands, no voices like wailing babies, no blood on the walls (well, there was that one time, but Balthazak was very apologetic about the whole thing and cleaned it up right quick). Just the occasional demon stopping by for lunch. In fact, you could almost forget that they werenāt just ordinary people, the way they act. Nice people, too.Ā
You start talking with them, as time goes on. In the beginning you carefully pick your words so they couldnāt be spun to even imply a contract or reference a soul, but when they seem politely eager to have a normal chat, your words become a bit looser. You even begin gossiping with them - turns out, demons have breakroom gossip just like anyone else. You listened to Rekāththththtyrās account of Drokyarixās torrid affair with Irkilliz, and Ferkiyan didnāt even know what Drory was doing behind his back, poor dear, and you kept quiet and let Ferkiyan cry on your shoulder after Drokyarix finally broke up with him (the shirt was a bit of a loss, demon tears are ruinous to cloth, but Ferkiyanās a good sort and you couldnāt just turn him away). You even managed to talk him down from going and starting a fight with Irkiliz, who didnāt even know that Drokyarix was in a relationship, and who was almost as horrified as Rekāththththtyr.Ā
After that event in particular, you start to get a sort of a reputation as a place where a demon can come to relax, talk, and - of course - get a sandwich. Your sandwich-making skills have really improved since this whole thing began. Your luck seems to have improved too - youāre not sure if you can attribute the whole thing to the sandwiches and the reputation, but you donāt really want to know anyway.Ā
One day, thereās a bright flash of light from your living room. Nothing unusual in itself - most of the younger demons havenāt quite got the style of their elders, and usually just go for a materialization in a flash of hellfire over your fireplace - except that itās white instead of the usual red. You look up, and who do you see but an angel looking at you with a spear in his hand. Shrugging, you tell him to sit down and youāll have a sandwich for him shortly, and meanwhile he can just tell you all about whatās on his mind. This clearly is not at all what he was expecting, but after a momentās thought, he decides to take you up on your offer and starts talking. Apparently, heād been dispatched to take care of some demon summoner in the neighborhood, and while heād evidently got the wrong house the right one shouldnāt be hard to find - have you seen anyone practicing satanic rituals nearby? You laugh, a little, and tell him that you donāt really summonĀ them, they just come on their own. They do like their sandwiches, and theyāre quite nice folk.Ā
The angelās jaw drops, and you remind him to chew with his mouth closed.Ā
And Iām going to take this even further. Here we go.
It took a bit of explaining with the first angel to arrive. Telling him about the first accidental summoning and then how the demons just started stopping by around lunch time on your days off. But once he understood whatās been going on (and finished his sandwich) he nodded solemnly and said he would get this all straightened out āupstairs.ā
You eventually start getting more angels coming around for lunch. Sometimes they bring a small dessert for you to share after the sandwiches, and the dishes are always magically clean and back in the cupboard when they leave.
You lean that angels donāt have much of their own drama, but they do know all the truths about human tabloid drama and theyāre more than willing to dish on what the Kardashians have been up to.
The first time an angel and a demon show up for lunch on the same day is a little tense. You tell them that ALL are welcome for lunch in your house and that you would prefer it to be a no-conflict zone. It takes a while for them to settle, but eventually they grow comfortable enough to start chatting. Which is when you learn that because demons are technically fallen angels, youāve been having two sides of an estranged family over for lunch regularly.
Soon, you have an angel and a demon at every lunch. Old friends and estranged siblings meeting up to reconnect over a sandwich at your dinning room table. You help the ones who had a falling out reach an understanding, and you get to hear wild stories of what the āold realmā was like.
One day, as youāre pulling out the bread and cheese, a messenger demon appears. You greet him and tell him a sandwich will be ready soon, but he declines. He is here on behalf of Lucifer to ask if itās alright by you for him to āenter your dwelling so as to meet with his brother Michael over sandwiches.ā
A little stunned, you agree. The demon disappears and you prepare three sandwiches, setting them at the table.
When Lucifer (the actual devil!) appears in small puff of smoke, you welcome him and ask what heād like to drink. As youāre fetching the apple juice, a blinding flash of light comes from the dinning room indicating Michaelās arrival. You grab a second cup and walk back in to find a tense stand off between the brothers. You set down the cups and juice while calmly reminding them that this is a conflict-free zone, and if they are going to fight, please take it to an alternate plane of existence.
They donāt fight. They sit and enjoy the sandwiches and talk about what happened. You learn a lot about why creation started, what the purpose of humanity was and what itās grown to be. You only have to diffuse two arguments. And at the end when itās time for them to leave, they hug each other, agreeing to meet up again somewhere else.
In the following weeks you have the usual assortment of demons and angels stopping by. The regulars ask how youāre mom is doing and if your friend is settling in to their new apartment nicely. At some point during each visit though, they ask if itās true. Did Lucifer and Michael really come for lunch? You tell them yes, but wonāt say what was talked about. Theyāre disappointed, everyone likes the gossip, but they understand. Before they leave, you ask each angel and demon about this idea you have for the summer, what if you had a barbecue on the back patio for everyone who wanted to come? They think it sounds like a fun idea.
Yep, Iām picking up, here we go!
Everyone had a lot of fun at the barbecue. There wasnāt much fighting, but some sparks and noises made you grateful your neighbors were either out of town or older/deaf. There was a great three-legged race and a small football game with parties on all sides involved, youād never fixed so much food before.
Then, two latecomers. Angels and demons alike gasped in shock and parted like the Red Sea (Which, apparently, is a VERY exaggerated story) to let them pass.
You smile warmly and ask what theyād like. Both decline to answer that, looking at each other awkwardly. The demon bows its head to let the angel speak first.
God Himself heard the fun and wanted to come join the barbecue.
You look at the messenger demon, the same one as before, and as you insist thatĀ āOh, you really should stay this time!ā, youāre told that Lucifer ALSO wants to come to your barbecue.
You look between the two. You tell them you wonāt deny one or the other, but that they must keep in mind that this is a neutral zone and you wonāt have their conflicts interfere with the atmosphere.
Both vanish momentarily (after each taking a plate of food). Thereās a long, awkward silence.
Lucifer arrives first, flash of fire in the firepit, coming over to get a burger. He doesnāt lookā¦ displeased. But heās not necessarily happy.
Thereās a beautiful flash of white light and a rainbow, and then God descends onto your back porch. Your long-dead flowers spring back to life in His presence. Shit, now you actually have to go back to taking care of them.
The two regard each other from across the backyard. Thereās still complete silence from the crowd of angels and demons.
You clear your throat.Ā āWhat do you two want to eat? I have burgers, hot dogs, chicken, and some vegetarian alternatives.ā
They slowly look at you. You return each of their gazes.Ā āThis is a no-conflict zone. Weāre all here to have a good time at a good barbecue.ā
More silence. Then, Lucifer dishes himself a burger and goes to prepare it the way he wants. God approaches calmly and looks over your vegetarian palette (Not the best, but it would do in a quick pinch, you found out just yesterday that some of the attendees would be vegetarian), fixing Himself some food as well.
As this goes on, the others begin to relax, and soon, everyone goes back to having a good time. The food is great, desserts brought by your angelic guests really compliment the meals you cooked, nobody starts sacrificing anybody or arguements (except later thereās a massive water gun/water balloon fight that knocked Michael into the fire pit and got ashes all over his bRAND NEW ROBES, DROKYARIX! but everyone laughed it off and carried on), and as you sit on your porch, taking in the sights, you wonder to yourself if you should do this kind of thing more often, and if you would have had this situation any other way.
Nope, you decide, when God hits Lucifer with a water balloon as heās trying to refill his super soaker, you really wouldnāt have this any other way.
This is so wholesome
Legendary Holy Blade, by nolan192
The addition is ALSO really good
if you think about it, every time we tranquilize animals to transport them safely to another place, we are the sleep paralysis demon
Wait, it got better.
He does this a lot, to my deep surprise in undergrad:
For reference, the reason nobody likes this book and you can press tofu with it is that itās about 1600 pages long.
Itās also, by all accounts, the origin of Cousin Throckmorton
dr whoās on first, doctor strange is on second and doctor house is on third. theres no way theyre getting through a single inning
so whoās on first?
Thatās right šš»
thatās strange
No, heās on second.
Well howās he on second if heās on first?
No no no, House is on third. Second base is Strange.
Well this whole darn thing is strange but what Iām asking is whoās on first?
Naturally.
Naturally.
So Naturally is the first baseman?
No. The first baseman is Who.
Well I donāt know that so howās about you tell me?
House is on Third.
Iām not asking you about third base Iām asking you about first base.
Whoās on first!
This is horrible
Dr Horrible is the pitcher, not first base
Thatās not what Iām asking about! No!
Dr No is in the outfield, but letās not worry about them right now.
anyone please ask your crush out like this
The thrilling answer
no they need to kiss out behind the school!!!!
oops my hand slipped
nexttttt pleaseee :D
Come on guys add on to this tumblr needs this to be a comic series
I was asked for doing this, so I did
BAM!
Iām out of ideas! XD
next?
THIS IS TOO CUTE I CANāT LEAVE IT ALONE IāM SORRY
OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!
LOOOK ATT THIIIIS!!!!
LOOOOK ATTT THIIIISS!!!!
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NEEEXT!!!!!
IT HAD TO BE DONE:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*O*
OH MY GOOD!!!!!
ThATāS IT!!!!
#0o0#
so yeah
I LOVE THIS
REBLOGGED THIS TWICE
I have a needā¦..I must add to thisā¦
still waiting for the smut
Cāmon guysā¦ it needs some smut
THIS NEEDS TO CONTINUE
SOMEONE PLEASE CONTINUE IT
Not so perfect but still perfect first date
HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS WITH MY ENTIRE HEART
O HECk IT GOT bETtEr
OMG, THIS IS PERFECT š
notes/letters=the most intimate gesture!
THERES MORE
I reblogged this like a year and a half ago and IT CONTINUES!?Ā
ITS BACK OMG
Omg itās here!
THIS CUTE I WANNA CONTINUE IT
Ok I tried because this is so cuteĀ
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDFFDFF
IT GOT EVEN BETTER OMG
This has to be the most adorable thing Iāve seen today.Ā
This gave me so many happy and cute feels
every time this circles back thereās always more, I love you allĀ
this warms my heart on so many levels <3
ITS BACK
Iām just sitting here
Hitting my knee
Squealing and smiling omfg
hey remember that time tumblr wrote an. entire. gay webcomic.
This just goes to show that we can all do great things if we collaborate and accept each other.
AAAAAAHH ITS BACK
THIS IS SOOOOO ADORABLE ā”ā”ā”ā”ā”ā”
Only because itās fucking cute!!!
This is so beautiful ā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļøā¤ļø
Let it continue!!! Hereās my addictionĀ If the text is to small: Happy birthday!!! ā¦ā¦ā¦.. Iāll see you later today? If you wantā¦. I have something Important to ask you,,,, >.> <.< ^_^;; ^///////^
Keepin it rollin!Ā
My contribution to this adorable story ^^
Can I request naming the big guy Damian and the little one Ollie?
Plot twist. I kinda want the big one to be Ollie and the little guy Damian.
Double plot twist: same
i added sum moreā
This is my favorite.
B E A U T I F U L
The last hand kiss got meā¦..oh wow.
ITāS B A C K
i love this so much
HI YES THIS IS MY CONTRIBUTIONĀ
It got so much better than the last time i saw it!!ā¤ā¤ā¤
LAST I WAS HER ETHERE WAS A DIFFERENTS TORY ITS BRANCHING AND I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER
This fucking comic had been added to over the course of six years. Thatās insane, itās beautiful. Itās inspiring, all these people from different places at different times some have moved on other still here itās wild.
oh my hecc i love it
YES THERES MORE
I will always reblog this
I canāt. Too cute. This gave me too many feels at 2:30 in the morning. I need more but I canāt draw.Ā
@hellcattriesagain???
Hi yall, I sent our good good boys to the dance <3Ā
Itās back holy shit, also! The queen, Iām assuming, has a girlfriend!!! Mlm and wlw solidarity!
YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!! THEREāS MOOORRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Gets better everytime it appears on my dash
This is ADORABLE!!!!
god it took me AGES but itās finally done. Happy Batman Day!
Ā [SOURCE]
Some day I want to see a show that does the āno filler episodesā thing from the opposite direction. Just a whole season worth of low-stakes character pieces that seem to move the overall story absolutely nowhere, then episode 26 pulls all the triggers at once and this massive Rube Goldberg machine of a plot the showās been quietly setting up in the background the whole time hits you like a truck.
Incredible one-liners as always
I love genuinely innocent āboys will be boys.ā Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans theyād left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going āYOOOOOOOOOOā
I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.
I once lost my keys at a frat house.
My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.Ā Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.Ā I do not remember this part.
The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.Ā I stood there, right in front of the front door.Ā This was a novel experience for me.Ā Iād never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.
A boy, presumably of the house, asked me what I was doing.Ā
āI lost my keys in here last night,ā I called back.Ā Ā āI was seeing if I could go in and look for them?ā
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.
āGo wherever you want.ā
Iād never seen a frat house post-party before.Ā Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.Ā A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.Ā Iām sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.
I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.
āDo you like dog movies?ā he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.
I told him I did.
He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.Ā I told him I was looking for my keys.
āSorry, I havenāt seen any keys around here.ā
I didnāt doubt him.
Twenty minutes had passed.Ā Iād searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.Ā Iād given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommatesā forgiveness and get a new set copied.
As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.
āYou need help with something?ā
āI lost my keys here last night and I canāt find them, Iāve looked everywhere.ā
āWhat do they look like?Ā Iāll put it into the group chat.āĀ He was already pulling out his phone.
No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.Ā It was worth a shot.Ā Ā āUm, itās just a ring of keys.Ā The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.Ā Like bright pink, you canāt miss it.ā
He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.
āAlright, I sent the message out.Ā Good luck.ā
And with that, he turned and left.
A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.Ā It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.Ā One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.
āSomeone tell the girl!ā One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.Ā āGirl!Ā Hey, GIRL!!!Ā Ā We found your keys, girl!!!ā
They circled around me.Ā I hadnāt felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.Ā One of them split himself off from the crowd.
āAre theseĀ -ā he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, āyour keys?ā
And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.
āYes,ā I whispered.Ā Ā āOh my god, yes.ā
āEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!ā
The cheer went up.
Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.Ā I thanked them again profusely.Ā There was a scattered round ofĀ āno problemsā and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.
Me: what could be so bad that it warrants the use of that image?
The end: *happens *
Me:
im begging you watch the whole thing
imo the best way to interpret those āreal people donāt do xā writing advice posts is āmost people donāt do x, so if a character does x, it should be a distinguishing trait.ā human behavior is infinitely varied; for any x, there are real people who do x. we canāt make absolute statements. we can, however, make probabilistic ones.
for example, most people donāt address each other by name in the middle of a casual conversation. if all your characters do that, your dialogue will sound stilted and unnatural. but if just one character does that, then it tells us something about that character.
why are there so many posts about asexuals being immune to sirens. people. sirens donāt lure you in with sex (necessarily). they sing about whatever it is that you want most. they could sing about mothman or cinnamon toast crunch and guess what then your asexual pirate is fucking dead
this is the only kind of ace discourse i ever want to see on my dash. the only kind. ever again. good job
Do you think the sirens would be grateful that they finally get some variety?Ā
āOh my god we can finally just sing about pasta thank the fucking gods.āĀ
Iām not asexual but Iām fairly certain sirens would do a far better job luring me into the depths with a song about pasta rather than sexā¦
I mean.Ā
āWHAT THE FUCK STAY AWAY FROM THE ROCKS.ā
āFUCKER THEY SAID THEY HAVE FETTUCCINE CARBONARA AND HOT GARLIC BREAD OVER THERE HANG ON BITCH.āĀ
This is true; Odysseus heard them promising him knowledge of the future. Ā So the next time you see artwork like this:
Remember those sultry naked chicks are sayingĀ āWeāll tell you the winning lotto numbers.ā
Them: āWe have unlimited wifi at incredible speeds~ā Me: *diving headfirst into the water*
This post is a blessing
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Oh my god sirens were literally scam websites
Oh my god they were phishing
Well hold on if Iām the mother and youre the daughter and sheās the daughter and Iām the mother and weāre the mother and thereās no daughter then whoās driving the car ?!?!?
"This week I discovered the same pattern, executed by Google. Google Chrome is reaching into users' machines and writing a 4 GB on-device AI model file to disk without asking."
Google Chrome is downloading a 4 GB Gemini Nano model onto users' machines without consent, with no opt-in, no opt-out short of enterprise t
pretty sure I did the chrome//flags thing a while ago, but also i switched to firefox, which is not without the occasional bullshit, but is vastly less bullshitty than chrome. This is why I treat genai "features" like the invasive blackberry bushes they are: cut, root, burn, and vigilantly watch for new shoots to uproot. I'm 54 years old and the world got by fine without genai for most of my lifetime.
tags via@KKglinka #psa#having read the article#it's not clickbait#chrome is reaching#across all chromium browsers#to link a prepatory structure#this malware packet#will therefore occur#with all chromium browsers#it has nothing to do#with the actual ai interface#instead chrome is either#using your personal computer#as part of a cloud server#the way bitcoin malware works#or it's recording your own#actions on the computer#with a continuously active#background module#either way#that's malware#a 4gig trojan virus
#across all chromium browsers
THIS IS NOT JUST CHROME!!!
If you use Opera, Brave, Helium, Vivaldi, Arc, Yandex, or god forbid Edge, this affects you too!!!
Google Chrome is downloading a 4 GB Gemini Nano model onto users' machines without consent, with no opt-in, no opt-out short of enterprise t
prev there are very simple instructions! delete that one weights.bin file and go to chrome://flags/ in browser to set all 'optimization guide' features to 'disabled'. it takes like. 3 minutes and then you don't have to think about it any more. i know it's exhausting but your privacy is worth it!
