Like. They're destroy all humanity. Yes. Obviously.
But what happens when they're given a basketful of like. Kittens. Kittens aren't humanity. How do the Googles process it. Green and Red are obviously slightly more suited to it but what happens with Yellow?
I think they’d all be generally pretty well with an animal if the task is simply to take care of it.
However you’d find them a bit envious of their nature. They’ve already managed to capture the hearts of humans and mastered how to manipulate them. Unfortunately, the googles aren’t cute or small, so they need to figure out their own means.
Good thing they are not swayed the same way humans are. They’ll talk to the kittens in regular voices. Pick them up and place them down where they don’t cause trouble, if they do, it’s sorted right away. Dark comes back to check on them and the room is dead silent. Yellow is on the floor, covered in cats. He explains that there’s a rule where you don’t move if an animal is resting on you.
Somehow, they have been sorted by coat colour by the end of the day. One of them has gone offline because they prioritised the task over their battery. Blue is somewhere else unbothered.
Can’t be sincerely dark without being called edgy, can’t be sincerely emotional without being called melodramatic, can’t be sincerely silly without being called stupid. They’re gonna hate every emotion you put in your art no matter what so make it anyway and be as sincere as you can be
I dunno maybe I’m way way off base and I’m gonna pay for it later in life but I just don’t think that letting my kid dip a few pretzel sticks in Nutella an hour before dinner should be considered morally unconscionable.
When I say my closer to three then two year old will eat anything I mean the only 2 things she refuses to eat are carrots and a peanutbutter. She eats soup, she eats all of her food touching, she eats salad and sushi and peas and chili and any form of potato available, and I think it’s because I just refuse to have food rules. She gets to have eggs and fruit snacks for breakfast if that’s what she asks for. We usually have baby charcuterie for lunch. We always have dessert. Sometimes we have dessert and then dinner. Sometimes we stop dinner in the middle of the meal for some cake and then we go back to dinner. It drives most people in our life insane. Even the most open and understanding people.
I spent so many years with such insane food rules and thinking certain foods were good and others were bad and I still fight with it and hatred towards my body that we’re fed from the youngest age and I refuse to let that happen to her.
So no she doesn’t have to finish her plate to get ice cream. She doesn’t have to eat all her veggies to be excused. She’s allowed to enjoy food as it comes to her as she learns and experiences it. And so far it’s paid off she’ll literally eat anything.
Except peanut butter
We do have a weird distrust issue where she does not believe we are all eating the same thing for dinner (we literally always are) and she has to go around to every bowl like Goldilocks and take a bite from everyone’s before she is satisfied
Like girlie we’re all eating chili. Idk what to tell you.
She was poisoned in a past life
Stop it this is the funniest addition to my post because she truly investigates like a queen who her people are trying to poison her
[id: #the plot of bugs life is balls to the wall insane when u think abt it #small island community gets sick of their tyrannical dictator so they send their most autistic member to hire some assassins #he accidentally hires an improv group instead]
important context: the improv group has a panic attack and then, swayed by the argument that if they don’t do something their most autistic friend will actually die of social embarrassment, proceed to successfully train the local farming community in guerilla warfare and psychological terror tactics. they crash a burning plane into the dictator’s state dinner. and then when that doesn’t work the populace reverts to Plan Fuck It and just launches a coup with their collective bare fucking hands.
…Also: still thinking of all the juice Phyllis Diller brought to the role of the Queen. (grin) Typecasting of a high order.
I had to get a couple of ultrasounds last year and I haven’t gotten over how this is indicated in my test results as, among other things, “cervix: unremarkable”
Yes. Unremarkable is an incredibly good thing for a medical examination to be. Nothing out of the ordinary. Everything is fine. This is good news.
But I literally CANNOT STOP laughing at “pussy: basic” being in my medical records.
Wizards are not naturally immortal, in fact creating their own form of immortality is their graduate thesis.
“I have created a perpetual healing spell.”
“A classic. Congratulations.”
“If my soul leaves my body, this spell will keep it around and lucid enough to magic myself back together.”
“Effective. Next?”
“My spell feeds off the life force of microscopic things! When bacteria die near me, it adds to my total. Wiping down the sink with antibacterial cleaner gives me SUCH a buzz; I think I may have to dial it down a bit.”
“…I would be very curious to see your notes about this spell.”
Breaking News: Wizard Grad Student causes major religious schism by casting drain soul on microorganisms, accidentally proving Animism
“I tied my body’s physical shape to my self-image. As long as I feel young, I won’t age.”
“I see it also gave you… ah…”
“Massive dobonhonkeroos?”
“I was trying to find a more diplomatic way to bring it up.”
“An unexpected side effect, but not an unwelcome one.”
“Shall I assume it’s she/her from here on out, then?”
“Oh yes.”
“I was trying to
find a more diplomatic
way to bring it up.”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I finished putting together the Irish-American heritage month display and Jesus CHRIST there are so few books about Ireland in our collection?? Once more, I must say:
Oh and for the people who asked me last time what “a lot of stuff” entails
do not joke about the advertisements, do not engage with the advertisements in witty fashions, do not, fucking, mention the contents of the advertisements. as soon as an advertisement enters your mind, you kill it, dont care how cute it is, take it out back and shoot it. install adblock, ublock, mute the volume, look away, turn off the monitor, cover your ears, paint over it. evolve your mind, your modality, your instincts, to disregard the stimuli of advertisements before you can even process it. whatever it takes, you do not let them win. and thats an order.
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
i’ve been squealing with joy at this for a solid fifteen minutes y'all 😭❤️
I saw the original and I’m so pleased to see the update!
Another small update in the comments! Sorry for light mode lol
[ID: A collection of Reddit posts by u/takeyourmedsbro. They’re under r/MtF, and the first is marked as a discussion titled “To all of you ladies, from a cis man.” It reads:
I hope it isn’t totally out of order for me to post here, as a man I don’t want to take up your spaces so I’ll try and keep this as short as possible. Tw genital mention
I have full permission from my partner to post this and she’s read it all. There is a misconception that the only men a straight trans women can get with, is a chaser. It is very sad that many of you feel that way, and I’m sorry for how men treat you, but that’s not how it has to be. I met my girlfriend when I was 15. She was living as a boy then and was 13. I used to push her around when we played football at school. I thought she was one of the lads. Time goes on, I was never that close to her and we lost touch. Next thing is I meet her again on a fine art course. I didn’t recognise her at all and with her name change and generic surname I never made the connection. I developed quite the crush, we would go on dates and I’d sort of play them off as just hanging out with a friend. I was so giddy around her and I was terrified to tell her I liked her. One day we were going to the movies and I told myself ‘today is the day I ask her to be my girlfriend, and try to kiss her’ We ended up skipping the movie to go on a walk in the local forest. I held her hand and she squeezed mine - my heart was beating so damn fast. We finally kissed and it was like fireworks. I told her I liked her but she cut me off. She told me to stop talking because she needs to tell me something. Now in my mind I’m panicking thinking she’s in a relationship, but she says ‘l used to be a boy. I was at school with you, please don’t be mad I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you ‘and then to my absolute horror she said ‘please don’t hurt me’ She genuinely thought that there was a danger of me attacking her after finding out. This broke my fucking heart. I had my moment of being like wtf - mainly because I’d known this girl for almost 10 years and hadn’t pieced the 2 people together - but then we kissed again, and then again and again and we kissed so much my face hurt by the end. That was 5 years ago and boy this has been a learning curve. I’ve only ever dated cis women before. I am 100% straight and I had to unlearn some internalized shit for maybe a day or so, until I thought what the fuck does it matter who she used to be? Damn I used to be a baby, people change. But I love her the way she is now. I love her smile I love her eyes I love her body her curves her hands her hair and you know what? I love her penis too. I love it because it’s hers. and it gives her pleasure, and there isn’t anything wrong with it. I don’t have a fetish. I just fell in love with a woman and that means I fell in love with the whole package. I’m planning to propose to her on new years eve. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to raise kids with her and I want her to lose all of these insecurities. Just because you can’t carry them, doesn’t mean you won’t be the mother of my children. There is hope, you’re not broken or unlovable or nothing but a kink. You’re a powerful woman.
The second post is titled “Update from the cis guy that proposed.“ It reads:
And here is your official soppy post warning - beware…
Soooo on exactly 00:00 new years (ok I was probably out by a couple minutes but I did try to time it) I proposed to my beautiful girlfriend (who also happens to be trans, hence why I’m posting on here) and she said YES
I don’t know if I can fully articulate how happy I am. I wanted to keep it lowkey and between the 2 of us so she didn’t feel any pressure, so I cooked her favourite meal ever (I would have liked to cook something fancy and elegant but honestly she would much rather eat spaghetti bolognese with garlic bread and then a loaded ice cream sundae for dessert ANY day of the week) we ate, played board games and did a competition to see who could make the best vehicle out of old egg cartons and toilet roll tubes. Then we decided to make cupcakes which were fucking vile because we forgot to add the sugar of all things. Not typical romantic evening but I felt all the love and when I dropped down on one knee she just wept. I didn’t even know I had a yes at first because she was crying so much. I actually got really scared I’d freaked her out so I stood up and hugged her and said I’m sorry and she finally told me yes yes yes and explained that she was crying because it was always beyond her wildest dreams as a youngster that she would ever be able to be a wife. This is not something I can relate to, but I think I do understand, as best as i can as a cis man. We literally just held each other for a bit before we both realized she hadn’t seen the ring yet! I’m not a wealthy guy at all so I was afraid she would be disappointed in my grandmothers wedding ring as her engagement ring (I will buy her a new ring for the wedding) but I did want her to have it as my grandmother always told me she wanted my future wife to wear it. Luck was on my side though people because the ring made her cry all over again, happy tears, because she said it made her feel like the fairytale she told herself as a child has finally come true. I think there maybe was something affirming about the fact that this ring was left from my grandma for me to give to the woman I want to spend my life with.
Ok I don’t want to bore you all to death with the ins and outs but I haven’t stopped smiling since she said yes. The fiancee (I love saying that, so exciting) has been obsessively wedding planning which is mighty convenient for me considering I have no clue on how to organize a wedding. It’s like the child in her has come out to play and its very endearing. She missed out on all the typical girly activities as a child so she’s making up for lost time. She ALREADY has a scrapbook for the wedding and she’s already browsing dresses!
I’m sorry for being all cliche and cringey. I know its insufferable to many and I do understand. I just feel drunk in love, and i did want to update and not leave people hanging! Other than my mother, my family does not know she is trans, because frankly it’s none of their business and my fiancee hasn’t wanted to open up to them about that part of her life. She confided in my mother because my mother knows a transgender boy and so it came up in conversation. As far as the rest of my family are concerned, it’s totally irrelevant to them and they will only ever know if she chooses to tell them. So I was wondering if incorporating rainbows anywhere in the theme at all would be too obviously lgbt pride themed? Or can I get away with some rainbow tokens and such just as a discreet acknowledgement of how far she’s come? Obviously I don’t want people to think of this wedding as anything other than what it is, a straight marriage between a man and a woman, so are rainbows risky? I’m just so damn proud of her and want to show that in some way. I was thinking of wearing rainbow cufflinks or something? Anyway sorry for the damn essay but I hope the new year goes well for you lovely ladies and sorry for being a cringe lord. I just can’t believe I’ve found my queen
in MtF by takeurmedsbro
Third is another post, which reads:
Also we have decided that on the big day, I will wear pink cufflinks and she will wear either blue eye makeup or a flower, and then the theme will be that classic white sorta theme. The colours of the trans flag, thanks to your suggestions. Like so subtle that only me and her will know it means anything at all. Hopefully that will work out tastefully but we also like the pink/blue/white elements of the cake idea. I showed her some of these comments and god damn it you lok she is now exploring sooo many more ideas and concepts, I didnt think she would expand past the scrapbook, but we now have a wedding ‘mood board’ of all things… takes up half the wall in our room. I proposed only 3 days ago! I love her enthusiasm but I’m finding it hard to rate all the dresses she shows me, when I cant tell the difference between any of them… a white dress is a white dress, but she says that’s typical male bullshit and she’s probably right there. But she can wear a bin bag to our wedding and still look perfect so I’m not worried about which compliments her body more, but then I do want her to put a dress on and have that feeling of ‘this is my dress’ and I have the feeling that could be a long process… anyway, the kindness means everything x. End ID]
Happy Pride
This post has 10 sets of parentheses and 2 sets of brackets.
This. THIS is why I don’t put Cishet DNI in my bio btw
normally I don’t read super long posts like that but god damn. that was beautiful
hi!!!! im pretty sure this was you but i bought this sticker years ago at a convention, and id love to know if you still have this exact sticker somewhere in a box. i will 100% like mail you a letter with cash in it just to put this sticker on my sewing machine. with love :))
OMG HI I did make that sticker! Unfortunately I haven’t had any of that sticker series in years.
I started redrawing them in an updated style but got distracted. If and when I make them, they will be posted here. ;)
