im the robot

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im the robot
Sometimes I feel like my hand might go through the wall when I reach out to touch it. Having a stable reality to physically interact with in the first place feels strange, especially when it’s a place that I should know but don’t.
I lived here, technically, but this apartment sure as shit isn’t mine.
I honestly and truly hope either Dave or Karkat deletes his blog so for once in my woefully inept adulthood I can be free of the looming specter that is ROMANCE in all its tooth-aching displays.
I hope you’re seeing this, assholes.
ooc character note: dirk at this point in time no longer wears sunglasses
davidstrider said:
ILL….. MAKE TIME ;)
we’re not friends anymore
davidstrider said:
u and me will do it together
i’m dead serious max we gotta do this take my hand we’re going on a journey
by that i mean are u free tonight or tomorrow for some hardcore strider discussion and rewrites
NO BUT FOR REAL hal being essentially written out with so little fanfare is absolutely disappointing because hal was absolutely at the crux of dirk’s feelings towards himself and feeling as though he was constantly surrounded and drowned in himself and every bad thing he had towards himself and his qualities as a person for a LONG time
hal was in dirk’s face CONSTANTLY both literally and figuratively, reminding him of every bad trait they both possessed
hal considered himself to be the superior version of dirk strider and dirk internally agreed with him because that’s how deep his self-hatred runs, in his mind this ai that he created grew up to be better than him and that is a huge part of why he despised hal so much, that’s why he almost killed him
hal was IMPORTANT to dirk and to dirk’s character arc, he was the only one of dirk’s splinters to develop a unique personality, he was dirk put through a funhouse mirror and dirk had to look back at that every day he had those shades on his face, this constant reminder of all his flaws and issues and insecurities given a chat function and a means to mock him you can’t tell me hal was nothing but a fun little bonus character, a minor sidequest that meant nothing
hal getting a body was not what matter because as much as i love him hal does not have his own character arc, he is a part of dirk’s
and in the end he just got cut away from that and mashed up with equius, effectively destroying his original personality, and thus ends dirk’s most significant foil, not with a bang but a sweaty fart
what the FUCK, dude
i’m rewriting homestuck arquissprite never happened we can do better for dirk’s most significant and tangible indicator of his inherent dislike of himself than that fresh bullshit death of the author 4ever
OKAY NO OFFENSE BUT WHAT THE HELL WAS THE POINT OF LIL HAL BECOMING ARQUISSPRITE?? DID MY FAVORITE CHARACTER’S ENTIRE PERSONALITY GET DESTROYED FOR NOTHING?? REALLY??? fuck homestuck thanks for nothing
Eurobeat Brony - “Discord (The Living Tombstone’s Remix)”
I’m coming to the slow, inevitable realization that my bean-growing efforts are a colossal waste of time on par with every conversation I ever had about the merits of My Little Pony. And yet I persist, as if I even give a shit about horticulture.
You aren’t leaving this blue hellscape and you know it. Both of us are too chained to our respective internet browswers for that. By our powers combined, we could be poster children for the ‘Internet Generation’ or whatever they’re calling it now.
Anyway.
It’d be kind of hard for you to ‘do something,’ seeing as we haven’t interacted face to face in what, a week? The last time I actually stood within spitting distance of you and opened my mouth to talk was last Sunday, assuming my internal clock’s still functional.
I’m pretty sure I’ve said this before, but me not talking to you doesn’t mean I’m holding a grudge. Or that I’m waiting for you to slip up, or whatever you think it could be. I’m not that guy. You know that, right?
… ah
yeah
i know
sorry for being wildly accusatory just now and getting it twisted like 100% of the time and also for maybe being insensitive to your implicit need for solitude
i genuinely dont mean to be needy and annoying or imposing or a potentially overwhelming person
It’s fine. Seriously. That whole ‘we-haven’t-spoken-face-to-face-in-a-solid-week’ thing is still in effect, so I honestly don’t think you could be overwhelming if you tried right now.
You have some pretty legit reasons to make assumptions about me, and whatever you’re thinking probably has some grain of truth to it anyway. Maybe even a whole chaff, and I’m not being sarcastic there.
We both have kind of a warped view of each other, probably, but I like to think that you know me pretty well. For better or for worse as the case may be.
I’m not avoiding you though?
Two people can exist within the same apartment and just naturally not come into contact more than once or twice a day. Like, mathematically speaking, if we both go about our own business with complete indifference to the other, it’s more than possible for our paths to barely if ever cross.
And there are other factors that can contribute to this, like me favoring a solitary existence thanks to spending my tender years in the company of seagulls and defunct science fair projects.
But for the sake of argument, let’s say that I am avoiding you.
Why do you think I’d do that?
i dont know maybe i did something but i dont know what it is
or maybe its because i assume i did something and dont know what it is but there wasnt actually anything, but then the act of assuming there was something becomes the something that makes you want to avoid me
its kind of a self-fulfilling prophecy? and now that i have thoroughly smeared egg all over my face im gonna leave
You aren’t leaving this blue hellscape and you know it. Both of us are too chained to our respective internet browswers for that. By our powers combined, we could be poster children for the ‘Internet Generation’ or whatever they’re calling it now.
Anyway.
It’d be kind of hard for you to ‘do something,’ seeing as we haven’t interacted face to face in what, a week? The last time I actually stood within spitting distance of you and opened my mouth to talk was last Sunday, assuming my internal clock’s still functional.
I’m pretty sure I’ve said this before, but me not talking to you doesn’t mean I’m holding a grudge. Or that I’m waiting for you to slip up, or whatever you think it could be. I’m not that guy. You know that, right?
Hold up, are we getting personal about this? If so, I’m gonna need a hot second to collect myself and get seated before we begin this journey into ourselves. What kind of shared emotional trauma will the Striders be discussing today? Spin the wheel to find out!
Wait.
Actually, do we really need to do this again? We’ve talked about our feelings and assorted pent-up horseshit more than washed up celebrities on the Entertainment Network talk about their new diets. And as much as i enjoy rediscovering my vast array of psychological debris - I think we should maybe cool it.
We can talk about skateboards like normal teenagers too, apocalypse survivor status nonwithstanding.
omg
the mere shadowy insinuation of emotional trauma doesnt always have to mature into a fully realized human conversation dont worry
sometimes i like to sprinkle in little morsels of emotional vulnerability and exchange them like tokens for the temporary yet heady illusion of being close to another human being
but like we can totally talk about something else if you want
like the fact that youre avoiding me again
I’m not avoiding you though?
Two people can exist within the same apartment and just naturally not come into contact more than once or twice a day. Like, mathematically speaking, if we both go about our own business with complete indifference to the other, it’s more than possible for our paths to barely if ever cross.
And there are other factors that can contribute to this, like me favoring a solitary existence thanks to spending my tender years in the company of seagulls and defunct science fair projects.
But for the sake of argument, let’s say that I am avoiding you.
Why do you think I’d do that?
The objectively best Naruto opening is Diver and if you, dear reader of this post, find yourself with your mouse hovering tantalizingly over the ‘reblog’ option, just waiting to disprove the HARD FACTS, here’s my advice, just for you:
Rethink that move, son.
it must be embarrassing to be so wrong
As the legal owner of this property I’m evicting you, effective immediately. Pack your fucking bags, kiddo, it’s a cold, harsh April out there.
I will be blocking anyone who attempts to offer a dissenting (WRONG) opinion on the issue of Naruto openings.
Diver rules, go fuck yourself.
The objectively best Naruto opening is Diver and if you, dear reader of this post, find yourself with your mouse hovering tantalizingly over the ‘reblog’ option, just waiting to disprove the HARD FACTS, here’s my advice for you:
Rethink that move, son.