Emergency Air

Could we crash tumblr if we all posted the word "crash" on the 1st of april 2022, 12:35 EST?

Everyone schedule

Pm

go-learn-esperanto

Doing it again since I accidentally put the wrong time zone

Event Time Announcer shows time for Tumblr - Crash in locations all over the world. In New York it happens on Friday, April 1, 2022 at 12:35

So everyone can find their time :3

You may ask, "Jenna, why do you want this? Isn't there enough suffering in the world?" Well, you are right. But I want to scare the owners of this site. Not @staff, you know damn well they don't actually call the shots. No, i want to scare the people who make decisions. I want them to know that we can act as a unit and wreck shit on our own accord, that this community can move mountains. I want them to hesitate next time they make an announcement. Popular sovereignty, motherfuckers.

gelatinous-cat

I know most people know this but some people in the notes don't, so reminder that you don't have to wake up or anything to post it, just schedule the post like this:

now you just hit the blue schedule and forget about it until the day it happens 👍

demonboyhalo

oh hell yeah im doing this gamers join us

bunny-rp-memes

(First Time) Meeting Interaction Scenarios

Send a symbol for our muses to (first) meet in the following scenarios (By default, ‘you’ refers to the sender of the meme and ‘my’ refers to the person receiving the meme. Include ↩ if you wish to reverse the muses for any applicable scenario )

🚌 - Sitting next to each other on public transportation ✍ - Being in the same classroom for a new class 👔 - Being co-workers in a new job 🤝- Our muses are partnered up for an assignment 💲 - Your muse is a customer/client of my muse’s job 🗺️ - Your muse is lost in an area my muse is familiar with ❗ - Something about your muse catches my muse’s attention on first glance 😈 - My muse feels the urge to pick on your muse ✊ - Our muses are competing ⌨️ - Your muse followed or sent a friend request to mine on social media 🎮 - Our muses meet in an online game 🔒 - Our muses are trapped in the same room/area 🎤- Your muse asks mine questions for personal research or job 👉 - Your muse suspects mine of committing a certain crime 💰 - Your muse has stolen something from mine 🏪 - Our muses want to buy the same product and there’s only one left in stock 💢 - Our muses accidentally collide into each other ✋ - Your muse is in trouble and my muse decides to lend a helping hand 💜 - Our muses meet in a blind date 👀 - Your muse witnesses mine doing something they don’t want others to see 🔍 - My muse has been asked to find yours by someone else 🔦 - Your muse has stumbled into a secret place only my muse knows about

rpmemestbh

First meetings (angst-based.)

Requested by anon!

❝Whoa, hey. You alright there?❞

❝Do you need me to call an ambulance?❞

❝Don’t you talk?❞

❝You don’t have to be afraid of me.❞

❝Take it easy, you just passed out.❞

❝Take it easy, I think you just had a seizure.❞

❝I already called 911.❞

❝Excuse me? Sorry to bother you, I just feel– like I’m gonna–❞

❝Have you had a bit too much to drink?❞

❝Where’s the nearest hospital?❞

❝Don’t do it.❞

❝You can’t talk me down, I don’t even know you.❞

❝Hey, watch where you’re going!❞

❝I just wanted to say, that was really unfair. What they just said to you.❞

❝Do you have a place to stay tonight?❞

❝You took that hit pretty hard, you gonna be okay?❞

❝You look like you need someone to talk to.❞

❝You look horrible.❞

❝You’ve got blood on your–❞

absoluterpmemetrash

Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer.

bewitchingmemes

touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

sunshine-memes

Muse Development Questions

Does sleep come easy to them or no? What does their bedtime routine look like?

If they could only have one food for the rest of their life, what would it be?

What would the bring with them to pass the time on a long flight?

Do they play an instrument? If not, have the ever wanted to learn?

What movies are the most nostalgic for them?

Do they know how to cook? If so, what’s their favorite thing to make?

Sweet or savory?

How do they like to unwind after a long day?

What is their relationship with their extended family like? Are they the kind of person who’s very close to aunts, uncles, and cousins? Or are they the kind of person who barely remembers they exist?

If they had to pick to one song to listen to for ten hours straight, what would it be?

What is their morning routine like? Are they a morning person or no?

What is their pain threshold like? Will a stubbed toe take them down, or does it take something much more drastic?

Are they a binge watcher or do they prefer to stretch shows out? What kind of shows do they like? Are there any that they rewatch with any kind of frequency?

Do they have read receipts on?

If they had to sell their soul to save one person, who would it be and why?

(Hhhh alright screw it)

Jetstream wandered around. He wasn't sure where he was, but he didn't care. He'd had enough high grade that his circuits were probably fried.

With a wobble, he half walked, half fell through the doors

And promptly scares Quiver who had just been about to lock said doors when a figure appeared out of the darkness and fell on him knocking them both to the floor.

The sound he lets out isn't quite a shriek but it's close enough and it's nothing short of a scramble as he tries to shove the mech off of him and get back on his pedes. A hand may or may not have slapped Jetstream on the face in the mad rush to stand back up and only the absolute stench of high grade is keeping him from truly panicking.

Once he's up again though and gets a good look at who fell on him he vents out a sigh in relief and shakes out his wings from the high position they'd been in. Always better to know a very drunk friend (brother of a friend?) fell on you than a complete stranger.

Time comes bounding down the stairs just as he bends down to retrieve his dropped datapad.

"Is that Jetstream?" She asks with a giggle before sliding to a stop next to Quiver. "He reeks like he chose to wear it instead of drink it."

Crouching down to poke Jetstream in the face with the corner of his datapad Quiver let's out a curious warble as Air Lift joins them all back on the ground floor.

"Are you alive in there?" It's not often Quiver shows his sense of humor but this is a fairly rare exception. "I'm sure you'd rather not be come morning."

As Jetstream lay there, he groaned at the poke and rolled onto his side away from Quiver.

^Ffffive more shycles, dammit. Fffraggin Gigaloniansh are diffi-*hic* hard to out drink.^

Like a switch being flipped, Jetstream jolted back to semi-conscious. Sitting up slowly with a hand against his cheek where he'd been slapped.

^Where the pitsh am i at now? Ish thish friggin Iacon? It'sh all cleeean n scrap^

He looked around, trying to assess what the hell he was doing. His eyes settle on Quiver first then Time Breaker and Air Lift

^Oh heeeeyyy, Quiv, you fraggin party-tron, you. How arree you doin? And you guys too, Fraggin friendliest *hic* medics i've ever seen. Yyou guysh partyin too?^

"Why would you even try to outdrink them?" Quiver asks not even bothering to try and hide his amusement. In fact, there's a round of snickering from all three medics at the inebriated state Jetstream was in before Air Lift shook his helm and turned to Quiver. "You found him so... not my problem."

"Mine either." Time piped up even as she crouched down next to Jetstream to wave. Just because she's not going to consider herself responsible for clean up or care of the drunk mech doesn't mean she isn't going to stick around. The same can't be said for Air Lift though who fetches a cube of standard midgrade and hands it to Quiver despite saying he isn't going to help. "I'm going back upstairs to sleep."

^One of them washhh trying to fffraggin gatekeep the bar and I wash like ‘You can’t make ush leave just caushe you’re as *hic* big as your ego.’ and he wasss all, ‘if ye’re sho tough, why not have ush a wee lil wager?’ Sho i went against him and we’d have to leave ifff he outdrank me, and he’d uhh *hic* well yknow. Jokesh on uh.. him though, caushhe he was already like 3 or 4 drinksh in and caushe o that we *hic* .. uhh tied. ssho we all hung around and were ssingin uhhh i think he *hic* called them tavern tunesh until the bar closhed and i got a lil losht headin home. Heheh^ Jetstream waved back at Time Breaker, an uncharacteristically chipper grin on his faceplate before he tried to stand up. He didn’t succeed, but yknow. Points for trying. His face did start twisting up a bit. A hand shooting up to cover his mouth like he was fighting something back.

Neither of the two remaining medics pay much mind to Air Lift leaving instead being far more busy trying to interpret the drunken slurring of the mech on their clinic floor. Once Jetstream is done recounting his tale of drinking though Quiver is the only one to facepalm while muttering how absolutely ridiculous of an idea it was to try and drink them under that table. At least he ended up friends with them rather than a bar brawl. Otherwise taking care of Jetstream would be far more difficult he thinks.

"Might as well move you somewhere more comfortable. Come on, I'll get a berth ready so you can nap while we wait on Whirlwind to come get you." Setting the cube of midgrade down on the counter he turns to start hunting down the things he already knows he's going to need. Let the mech pry himself off the floor since he was apparently able to talk and did manage to get to the clinic on his own after all.

Meanwhile Time Breaker was gleefully recording the entire time and making sure she got a good view of that wide grin covering the other mech's face. That is until he tried to stand and said face suddenly screws up like he's about to- oh no!

Leaping back out of the way she nearly knocks into Quiver who has managed to procure a bucket and thrusts it straight at Jetstream.

...welp. That may be it for her tonight. She doesn't want to have to wash that all off of her. Why risk it?

Jetstream’s arm whips out and grabs the bucket before slamming his helm in it and violently purging. to his credit, he got it all in the bucket. He sets the bucket down and just kind of lays there for a moment to recover. before he tries one more time to stand up. This time was actually successful, though he was still very wobbly. He picked up the bucket and look around for somewhere he could sit and somewhere he could dump the bucket out, It is unknown in which order he’s looking for them, though.

Letting out a quiet sigh Quiver moves to take the bucket from him while handing him another and gestures with the clean one at the nearest medberth. "Give me a minute and I'll get that cube for you again."

Time uses this as her exit and tries to slink away for the time being.

(Hhhh alright screw it)

Jetstream wandered around. He wasn't sure where he was, but he didn't care. He'd had enough high grade that his circuits were probably fried.

With a wobble, he half walked, half fell through the doors

And promptly scares Quiver who had just been about to lock said doors when a figure appeared out of the darkness and fell on him knocking them both to the floor.

The sound he lets out isn't quite a shriek but it's close enough and it's nothing short of a scramble as he tries to shove the mech off of him and get back on his pedes. A hand may or may not have slapped Jetstream on the face in the mad rush to stand back up and only the absolute stench of high grade is keeping him from truly panicking.

Once he's up again though and gets a good look at who fell on him he vents out a sigh in relief and shakes out his wings from the high position they'd been in. Always better to know a very drunk friend (brother of a friend?) fell on you than a complete stranger.

Time comes bounding down the stairs just as he bends down to retrieve his dropped datapad.

"Is that Jetstream?" She asks with a giggle before sliding to a stop next to Quiver. "He reeks like he chose to wear it instead of drink it."

Crouching down to poke Jetstream in the face with the corner of his datapad Quiver let's out a curious warble as Air Lift joins them all back on the ground floor.

"Are you alive in there?" It's not often Quiver shows his sense of humor but this is a fairly rare exception. "I'm sure you'd rather not be come morning."

As Jetstream lay there, he groaned at the poke and rolled onto his side away from Quiver.

^Ffffive more shycles, dammit. Fffraggin Gigaloniansh are diffi-*hic* hard to out drink.^

Like a switch being flipped, Jetstream jolted back to semi-conscious. Sitting up slowly with a hand against his cheek where he'd been slapped.

^Where the pitsh am i at now? Ish thish friggin Iacon? It'sh all cleeean n scrap^

He looked around, trying to assess what the hell he was doing. His eyes settle on Quiver first then Time Breaker and Air Lift

^Oh heeeeyyy, Quiv, you fraggin party-tron, you. How arree you doin? And you guys too, Fraggin friendliest *hic* medics i've ever seen. Yyou guysh partyin too?^

"Why would you even try to outdrink them?" Quiver asks not even bothering to try and hide his amusement. In fact, there's a round of snickering from all three medics at the inebriated state Jetstream was in before Air Lift shook his helm and turned to Quiver. "You found him so... not my problem."

"Mine either." Time piped up even as she crouched down next to Jetstream to wave. Just because she's not going to consider herself responsible for clean up or care of the drunk mech doesn't mean she isn't going to stick around. The same can't be said for Air Lift though who fetches a cube of standard midgrade and hands it to Quiver despite saying he isn't going to help. "I'm going back upstairs to sleep."

^One of them washhh trying to fffraggin gatekeep the bar and I wash like ‘You can’t make ush leave just caushe you’re as *hic* big as your ego.’ and he wasss all, ‘if ye’re sho tough, why not have ush a wee lil wager?’ Sho i went against him and we’d have to leave ifff he outdrank me, and he’d uhh *hic* well yknow. Jokesh on uh.. him though, caushhe he was already like 3 or 4 drinksh in and caushe o that we *hic* .. uhh tied. ssho we all hung around and were ssingin uhhh i think he *hic* called them tavern tunesh until the bar closhed and i got a lil losht headin home. Heheh^ Jetstream waved back at Time Breaker, an uncharacteristically chipper grin on his faceplate before he tried to stand up. He didn’t succeed, but yknow. Points for trying. His face did start twisting up a bit. A hand shooting up to cover his mouth like he was fighting something back.

Neither of the two remaining medics pay much mind to Air Lift leaving instead being far more busy trying to interpret the drunken slurring of the mech on their clinic floor. Once Jetstream is done recounting his tale of drinking though Quiver is the only one to facepalm while muttering how absolutely ridiculous of an idea it was to try and drink them under that table. At least he ended up friends with them rather than a bar brawl. Otherwise taking care of Jetstream would be far more difficult he thinks.

"Might as well move you somewhere more comfortable. Come on, I'll get a berth ready so you can nap while we wait on Whirlwind to come get you." Setting the cube of midgrade down on the counter he turns to start hunting down the things he already knows he's going to need. Let the mech pry himself off the floor since he was apparently able to talk and did manage to get to the clinic on his own after all.

Meanwhile Time Breaker was gleefully recording the entire time and making sure she got a good view of that wide grin covering the other mech's face. That is until he tried to stand and said face suddenly screws up like he's about to- oh no!

Leaping back out of the way she nearly knocks into Quiver who has managed to procure a bucket and thrusts it straight at Jetstream.

...welp. That may be it for her tonight. She doesn't want to have to wash that all off of her. Why risk it?

#oh no

(Hhhh alright screw it)

Jetstream wandered around. He wasn't sure where he was, but he didn't care. He'd had enough high grade that his circuits were probably fried.

With a wobble, he half walked, half fell through the doors

And promptly scares Quiver who had just been about to lock said doors when a figure appeared out of the darkness and fell on him knocking them both to the floor.

The sound he lets out isn't quite a shriek but it's close enough and it's nothing short of a scramble as he tries to shove the mech off of him and get back on his pedes. A hand may or may not have slapped Jetstream on the face in the mad rush to stand back up and only the absolute stench of high grade is keeping him from truly panicking.

Once he's up again though and gets a good look at who fell on him he vents out a sigh in relief and shakes out his wings from the high position they'd been in. Always better to know a very drunk friend (brother of a friend?) fell on you than a complete stranger.

Time comes bounding down the stairs just as he bends down to retrieve his dropped datapad.

"Is that Jetstream?" She asks with a giggle before sliding to a stop next to Quiver. "He reeks like he chose to wear it instead of drink it."

Crouching down to poke Jetstream in the face with the corner of his datapad Quiver let's out a curious warble as Air Lift joins them all back on the ground floor.

"Are you alive in there?" It's not often Quiver shows his sense of humor but this is a fairly rare exception. "I'm sure you'd rather not be come morning."

As Jetstream lay there, he groaned at the poke and rolled onto his side away from Quiver.

^Ffffive more shycles, dammit. Fffraggin Gigaloniansh are diffi-*hic* hard to out drink.^

Like a switch being flipped, Jetstream jolted back to semi-conscious. Sitting up slowly with a hand against his cheek where he'd been slapped.

^Where the pitsh am i at now? Ish thish friggin Iacon? It'sh all cleeean n scrap^

He looked around, trying to assess what the hell he was doing. His eyes settle on Quiver first then Time Breaker and Air Lift

^Oh heeeeyyy, Quiv, you fraggin party-tron, you. How arree you doin? And you guys too, Fraggin friendliest *hic* medics i've ever seen. Yyou guysh partyin too?^