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I'M BACK, FUCKERS!
in light of recent events, fuck
Poisoned Sentence Starters
“I’m not feeling so good…”
“That tasted funny.”
“I suppose by now you’re starting to feel something’s wrong.”
“Come now- drink it up.”
“It’s not poisoned, trust me.”
“You poisoned this, didn’t you?”
“You look /dreadful/.”
“Are you okay?”
“I-I think I’m-”
“You’re starting to sweat.”
“Are you SURE you’re feeling alright?”
“I-I’m fine.”
“H-help-”
“What did you do to me?!”
“By the time help arrives, it’ll be too late for you.”
“I /could/ help you, but it’ll cost you.”
“Would you like the antidote?”
“You have about five minutes.”
“What you’re feeling is your organs starting to shut down.”
“Oh no, it won’t kill you- not yet.”
“It will be slow and painful.”
“I will /kill/ you.”
“If I am going down, you’re coming with me!”
“Please hang on for just a few seconds longer!”
“Oh god, please let this antidote work-”
“You didn’t just eat that, did you?”
“What have I told you about drinking anything without thought?”
“I can save you.”
“Of course you’re poisoned- I was the one who gave it to you.”
“I shouldn’t have trusted you.”
“I told you I would make you suffer.”
“You… you got to help me.”
XXX+ your own!
Ooc;; hello! I will be online again and rping in the coming week! I am on winter break from college, but my workplace also seems to want to kill me lol. Oh well, I get paid by the hour. More $ for me.
After tonight I will have solid hours-long blocks of rp time
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BE NICE!" (gem-rick)
"ACTUALLY its 'mind your own business' o'clock."
My “Lost Civilization” project, this is one of my favorites done this semester. : )
“In all these years, you never believed I loved you. And I did. I did so much. I did love you. I even loved your hate and your hardness.”
— Tennessee Williams, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to :
001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse. 003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object. 005. — Throw something large at my muse. 006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.
Are you a robot?
Am I a robot?
How would we even know, assuming we are organically manufactured within our mothers, and that we’re programmed by DNA, what we ingest, and experience? That’s no different than what we already understand about human existence.
Is sentience just a lie we tell ourselves to keep from going insane as we accrue ever-greater burdens of memory, loss, suffering, and grief?
Does it even matter?
(Yes, l just finished Season One of Westworld, and have been thinking about Janelle Monae’s Dirty Computer.)
I see that fucker over there.
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My life has had no greater joy than knowing elephants think I’m cute
This made me so happy
“Nope. Still don’t care.”
“What are you even talking about?” Stan looked over at rick.
The scientist had been sleeping on that couch for a week now so he saw him way too often.
“Arnt you meant to be helping sixer with something?”
“Look, I only help when I want to.” He took a swig from whatever was in his flask.
“And right now? I don’t feel like it.”
He wondered if he could hook this tv up to interdimensional cable. No. Not if he could– more whether or not he should.
“Well, to each his own…” “If only there was something better to watch on this god damn tv.”
He heard that and took his chance.
“I CAN give us interdimensional cable. You ever seen that shit? Its. Its wild.” He waited t few moments, then portaled the materials he would need in.
“I’m only doing it because I’m bored. You can thank me later.”
Stan gave him a weird look… and then shrugged… “Sure what ever, have at it, its not like there is anything fun on TV anyways.”
Rick fiddled with the cable box and soon had the whole setup up and running. The channel showed a guy on thiz show called ‘The Adventures of Stealy’ featuring a host who goes and steals things from people across the multiverse, then shows off what they stole.
“This is the good tv.”
“Heh… Yeah, you’re right, Comedy.” Stan laughed. It looked almost too easy, the way he was doing it.
“So, is he a professional?”
"A professional with limits. Tried to steal my portal gun once, the little bastard." He mused.
"Does this shit for a living."
It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.
Being a dick even to demons
“Nope. Still don’t care.”
“What are you even talking about?” Stan looked over at rick.
The scientist had been sleeping on that couch for a week now so he saw him way too often.
“Arnt you meant to be helping sixer with something?”
“Look, I only help when I want to.” He took a swig from whatever was in his flask.
“And right now? I don’t feel like it.”
He wondered if he could hook this tv up to interdimensional cable. No. Not if he could– more whether or not he should.
“Well, to each his own…” “If only there was something better to watch on this god damn tv.”
He heard that and took his chance.
“I CAN give us interdimensional cable. You ever seen that shit? Its. Its wild.” He waited t few moments, then portaled the materials he would need in.
“I’m only doing it because I’m bored. You can thank me later.”
Stan gave him a weird look… and then shrugged… “Sure what ever, have at it, its not like there is anything fun on TV anyways.”
Rick fiddled with the cable box and soon had the whole setup up and running. The channel showed a guy on thiz show called 'The Adventures of Stealy' featuring a host who goes and steals things from people across the multiverse, then shows off what they stole.
"This is the good tv."