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@swornmae
Welcome to my humble abode!
I'm Sworn, I use all pronouns. I adore art in general, though cartoons are my beloveds. I'm trying to get out of the c!tommy hole, but I guess I'm trapped here with him, for eternity, or something close to it; there is moss all around, but, maybe, this is home.
Every character is aroace to me until proven otherwise
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TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIEEESSSS
Update from the man himself
The Porn Guy aka The Nice Guy aka The Canadian side of Pornhub aka SFW Pornhub’s REAL NAME is Ryan Creamer. No joke, that is legit his real name.
Also this.
Which led him to this.
Bless this man.
I can appreciate him and the service he’s providing independently of the shitshow that is the platform he’s hosted on.
He remains just as funny and weird on other platforms dw
By the way, the topic he was presenting was
‘Can I get an Honorary Degree if I Just Ask Really Nicely’
What’s the answer?
The answer is “no”, with the side note of “when asking a list of random colleges for an honorary degree, be sure to research them better, because a white guy who got famous on pornhub accidentally asking a black women’s college to give him a degree for doing nothing gets awkward really fast”
Had a dream last night bedrock bros were on the secret life smp. Techno’s task was to spread something ‘like a virus’. So he gets out this yellow concrete block and is like “….hey Tommy. Want some cheese?” Tommy immediately sprints over and then crouches. Looks at the cheese. Slowly looks up to Techno. Back to cheese. Techno. Cheese. Techno. At this point Techno joins in, the pair switching between each other and the yellow concrete, getting faster and faster until Tommy pauses the able sister’s theme and gets dead serious. “Cheese? cheese cheese Cheese CHEESE!” He starts chanting and after a beat Techno joins in, hyping each other up. Tommy demands the yellow concrete and then starts up a bit where he’s 'a little mouse boy' and Techno is his 'cheese dealer.' He pretends to become a cheese addict, following Techno around everywhere, begging for more yellow concrete, going through ‘with drawl’. The pair are just goofing around. Until Grian shows up and stares then down “……….I heard you have. the Cheese.” “Uhhhhh that’s a lie officer. I’ve never had cheese a day of my life. I’m lactose intolerant.” But Techno does end up giving it to Grian bc it’s still his task. Grian pretends to eat it and asks for another. Techno refuses. Grian pulls out an iron sword and demands it. Since there isn’t heart regen bedrock bros book it, leaving Grian in the dust. They race through corridors together, until rounding a corner to find Grian somehow in front of them. He’s changed to a disheveled looking skin and is twitching. Cue Tommy’s little startled ‘BAH!’ noise. “Bruuuuh how!? This guy’s craazy.” The pair turn tail and sprint away, Grian chasing after them screaming about cheese. Tommy and Techno are laughing the whole time, and maybe it’d be safer to separate to lose Grian but they never do. Techno’s hand ruffles fondly through Tommy’s hair. He doesn’t even look back. “Not even close, loser!”
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My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”
She was in a car crash on the way to work one morning and called my husband to let him know she’d be late and he was like wtf guess I’m gonna be late too because I’m coming to pick you up and then he told his team and they were like I think you mean WE are coming.
Imagine you are a teenage girl probably rushing to get to work and you crash your probably new car and feel absolutely miserable and now you’ll be late to work but then suddenly in the distance a car full of all the adult men you work with just pulls up and is like “we came all the way here to pick you up” the mental image right now is fr.
Apparently she tried to call her dad but it was 3am and he was obviously sleeping so she called my husband and he not only came to find her but fished her glasses out of the hood of the car (she’d dropped them while looking inside), drove her to the hospital, and told her to take the day off. She insisted on coming back to work so he used his lunch break to watch TV with her to make sure she didn’t doze off (concussion risk).
You’ve heard of the Mom friend but my husband is very much the Dad friend. He said when he answered the phone she said “hey please don’t be mad” and he’s never felt such powerful Fatherhood energy in his life.
Girl: *calls for aid*
Every single dad packed into the car:
This is possibly my favorite response to this post
This girls father: Thanks for helping my daughter out guys
Your husband and all his coworkers:
My husband’s job primarily employs adult men but there is one (1) teenage girl and my husband said originally he worried she might be a bit of an outcast but instead every man on the crew was like “huh guess I am a dad/older brother now.”
She was in a car crash on the way to work one morning and called my husband to let him know she’d be late and he was like wtf guess I’m gonna be late too because I’m coming to pick you up and then he told his team and they were like I think you mean WE are coming.
Imagine you are a teenage girl probably rushing to get to work and you crash your probably new car and feel absolutely miserable and now you’ll be late to work but then suddenly in the distance a car full of all the adult men you work with just pulls up and is like “we came all the way here to pick you up” the mental image right now is fr.
Apparently she tried to call her dad but it was 3am and he was obviously sleeping so she called my husband and he not only came to find her but fished her glasses out of the hood of the car (she’d dropped them while looking inside), drove her to the hospital, and told her to take the day off. She insisted on coming back to work so he used his lunch break to watch TV with her to make sure she didn’t doze off (concussion risk).
You’ve heard of the Mom friend but my husband is very much the Dad friend. He said when he answered the phone she said “hey please don’t be mad” and he’s never felt such powerful Fatherhood energy in his life.
Girl: *calls for aid*
Every single dad packed into the car:
This is possibly my favorite response to this post
This girls father: Thanks for helping my daughter out guys
Your husband and all his coworkers:
Chrome now directly tracks users, generates a "topic" list it shares with advertisers.
Don’t let Chrome’s big redesign distract you from the fact that Chrome’s invasive new ad platform, ridiculously branded the “Privacy Sandbox,” is also getting a widespread rollout in Chrome today. If you haven’t been following this, this feature will track the web pages you visit and generate a list of advertising topics that it will share with web pages whenever they ask, and it’s built directly into the Chrome browser. It’s been in the news previously as “FLoC” and then the “Topics API,” and despite widespread opposition from just about every non-advertiser in the world, Google owns Chrome and is one of the world’s biggest advertising companies, so this is being railroaded into the production builds.
Use Firefox.
This is a response to the laws that eliminate or severely limit third party tracking cookies. Since Google makes so much money on advertising, it had to figure out other ways to get your data. It’s already been tracking people who use the web while logged into Google, but now they’re baking it into Chrome.
As someone who works in advertising, the reason I new use Firefox is because I heard the industry rumblings about this for the last 3 years. It’s finally here, so if you care about making it harder to be tracked/advertised to, switch to Firefox.
Must suck ass to be like. a lawyer or something in the pokemon world. They haven't made any cool lawyer pokemon yet
Ho oh
I think we have different definitions of ‘lawyer’ but sure
Why wouldn't ho oh be a lawyer? They're a Phoenix, wright?
In the kindest way possible, fuck you
youre so fuckign right
My father and I play this… game… in which we both pretend to be attempting to assassinate each other. When we serve the other food or drink, we’ll adopt the most suspicious mannerisms and wording possible, as though the food were secretly poisoned and we are eagerly waiting for them to eat it and die.
The other player pretends that they know their food is poisoned, but must feign ignorance and try to come up with subtle excuses not to eat/drink it without seeming rude or directly confronting the other about the attempted kinslaying.
Wholesome family bonding.
Last night my father brought me “a nice tall glass of ice water” and stood there watching me closely as I sipped it. I pretended to swallow, at which point he threw his head back and laughed maniacally.
While he was laughing, I spit the entire mouthful of water that I’d been holding in my mouth onto his shirt, patted my chest, and said, “Oh, dear, Father; I’m afraid this water was just too cold. I need to let it warm up. Why don’t I make us some… tea.”
Another thing we do is imply that we have set lethal traps for each other.
“Goodnight Father,” I’ll tell him (because Father with a capital F is the most sinister and threatening thing you can call your dad). “I hope you sleep well tonight. Very well. It would be a shame if something… disturbed you.“ In response, he’ll make an offhand remark about needing to Google the upper age limit for sudden infant death syndrome, or he’ll bring up my “inheritance” and the possibility that he might have worthy bastard children somewhere.
My mother does not like our game.
This is like unearthing an ancient artifact from a forgotten civilization
The civilization in question is still here and you live in it
the grief of growing
