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Hey guys! So the next chapter is being pushed back another week cause I’m experiencing ✨Mental Health Issues✨ (nothing to concerning, just my brain doing dumb brain things and I just need a couple days to bounce back) Sooooo here’s a final preview to tide you guys over! Enjoy!
“Do either of you have a computer I can plug this into?”
The old man leaned forward to get a better look at the piece of plastic while Sae-byeok tilted her head like a confused puppy. “What is it?” The old man asked.
“It’s-it’s a flash drive.” Gi-hun faltered for a moment.
“You mean that subscription service that let’s people rent out fancy cars for a night?” Sae-byeok asked.
“No, no. That’s FlashRide.” The old man corrected her. “I thought a flash drive was when a bunch of teenagers steal a car and take it for a spin.
Sae-byeok shook her head. “No, that's a Joy Ride. Isn’t Flash Drive that really, really old movie about illegal car racing and family?”
“No, that’s Fast and Furious. But I think you’re onto something! A flash drive is that really, really, really old movie about that one dance!”
“What one dance?”
“You know the one.”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking—”
“He means Flash Dance!” Gi-hun suddenly shouted, startling the other two. “He’s talking about the American movie Flash Dance, about a welder who works as a strip club dancer who wants to become a professional, accomplished dancer. A flash drive is piece of portable tech that allows people to move stuff off of one computer—like videos and music and other files—and moved to another computer!”
After getting over the shock of Gi-hun’s sudden outburst, and ignoring how he was red-faced and panting, Sae-byeok gently scooted closer to him to examine the flash drive herself. She didn’t take it out of the bag and Gi-hun held the bag tightly in his hands, but she could still see it. “So, this is basically ancient technology? From the past?”
Gi-hun exhales. With an air of melancholy, he nods, realizing that Sae-byeok is right. While common place in the twenty-first century, a flash drive was dead tech here in the thirty-first century. Something you see in museums or history books or those weird documentaries on the tv channel that says they talk about history but actually talk about alien conspiracies. If there was by some miracle, a way for Gi-hun to plug the flash drive into a computer and figure out what was on it, he didn’t know of one. And judging by how clueless the old man and Sae-byeok were, Gi-hun reasoned his one final message from his daughter was going to stay a mystery to him. For now at least.
Sae-byeok let the bag (and Gi-hun’s hands) drop back down into his lap. “It’s cute.”
“… Cute?”
“Yeah, cute. It’s all tiny and plastic and stuff, but it can still hold files like you said.”
“Don’t call my tech cute.” Gi-hun crossed his arms with an angry pout.
Also people being obsessed with Greek mythology as kids wasn’t invented by Percy Jackson. My dad read the Iliad and the odyssey in high school because one of his friends was super obsessed with Ancient Greek lit and he was like “well I can’t let him be smarter and more well read than I am I’ve gotta catch up”
i appreciate when websites have a spectrum of blocking options. i hate when the only choice is to hard block op like sometimes you need the option to mute or block a specific post. absolutely no beef with the person who made the post you just put an image of a large spider on my dash 400 times and i dont want to see that please thank you.
bri'ish food is nothing special but every time i walk into the local fish n chip place i ask for a medium and they hand me a parcel of vinegar soaked fries so thick i struggle to carry it home with two hands. they look me in the eye and know theyve given me enough potato to feed me for a week. and for what. like 4 quid. you gotta respect the quantity over quality approach of it sometimes.
superheroes try too hard to be cool these days when nobody can ever beat "his name is spider man and he dresses like a spider because he has the powers of a spider"
Why are there just blobs of fake rubber meat that a bunch of unrelated microbes can build in the dirt but they've only ever been found in china and can't be classified any further than "biological objects"
I’ve hear about how having cats makes you immune to hauntings, ghosts, spooky midnight noises etc but. for years I’ve been dealing with a panic response to unexpected nighttime noises, major enough that the adrenaline can keep me from falling back asleep for hours.
A few weeks of living with a cat and my brain’s been reprogrammed. last night at 4am the furry little shitmuppet broke a vase & I only woke up long enough to call her a rat bastard & roll over back to sleep
Oh shit. This totally made me realize that it must have been my cat that killed my fear of the dark. I used to be intensely scared of walking into dark spaces. Hated any area where I had to turn a light off before I could turn another one on.
Enter my mostly black demon who likes to jump out of dark spaces at me.
Now I can just walk through dark rooms with no anxiety. I’m now used to the darkness taking physical form and jumping at me. At this point if a monster did jump out of the darkness I’d instinctively reach for the cat treats to offer it.
holy crap what other fears do cats make you immune to?
I’m no longer scared to dangle my foot over the bed bc of demons with sharp claws & glowing eyes, i’m scared to dangle my foot over the bed bc of one specific small furry demon with sharp claws & glowing eyes
My cats are legit part of my grounding strategy for when I have sleep hallucinations. As part of my sleep paralysis, I “see” corpses in the bed next to me on a frequent basis, or shadow men lurking in the doorway; if there is a cat blissfully, softly snoring at the foot of the bed, I know I am safe, despite what my brain is trying to conjure.
the sound of my door opening slowly, but theres no one there. my cat. somethings clawing at the walls, glass or window screens, cats. somethings fucking licking my toe in the middle of the night, my fucking cat again. nothing can hurt me its all cat
My cats got rid of my fear, not because I assume every noise I hear is from them, but rather if my OCD is telling me not to look outside because someones out their waiting for me to see them so they can kill me, I know they aren’t actually there because my cats aren’t reacting.
Until they do some stupid shit like staring at my vent for 2-3 hours without moving at all for seemingly no reason what so ever
i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.
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