An interesting thing about Jack’s interview
By now everyone’s seen the clip of Jane Anne being super nervous and Sean leaving the stage to hug her and then sitting her next to him. It’s a super sweet bit. But I’ll admit I didn’t (and still quite don’t) understand why people were freaking out about it. I saw it and was like “Well yeah, of course he’d do that”. But then I sat back and realized, that’s not normal. It’s not normal for celebrities to interact with fans on a daily basis, to constantly know what’s going on in the fandom, for them to hug their fans like they mean the world.
It is normal for the Jacksepticeye community. I think it’s a true testament to Sean’s compassion and humility for him to do such incredibly kind things, and for us to just go “Well duh, this is Jack we’re talking about.” It really shows what an all around great guy he is. So on the off chance he sees this, thank you Sean, so much, for being you. You’re showing everyone around you the best in people.
Just a tiny piece of so much love 💚💚
☺️
an idea that popped up at 4 am
Think about Rick giving Morty a Portal Gun as a birthday present.
Everyone’s happy: Rick being a little ashamed of his own actions but still not regretting it; Morty about to cry from happiness.
Why though?
Because that meant Rick really trusted him.
Not in the “you can have my laptop” way…
But real trust.
Portal Guns were something only owned by Ricks. Something that couldn’t be traded or given (unless we’re talking about the old Council of Ricks) since it was something only Ricks could handle and understand.
Not for C-137.
C-137 took the time of study his grandson, took the time to analyze if he was capable of handling things in his own when Rick “couldn’t do it” (most of the times being tests). Hell, he even took the time to think of giving him his own Portal Gun, but he decided it was a terrible idea and ended up making a replica: a clean one, without a history, without dimensions Rick committed crimes in. A new, shiny Portal Gun just for him.
After a long speech on how to use it and what to do and what not, they encountered eachother in a shy, long hug.
Morty obviously thought about all this and that’s where his happiness came from. Rick really trusted him.
Even if he told Morty not to dig into it, he did it anyway. He thought about it all. He thought from the most obvious thing to the most kinky shit he could imagine.
He was so, so happy.
My heart! ❤ I would love to write this out one day. This just made my heart die of pure fluffiness.
The Gauge Gifter: Part 9
Jameson walked into his room with a spring in his step and a smile on his face.
Today he was going to give his fellow egos another lesson in sign language. It had become a routine thing for them, since they all appeared tired of trying to play guessing games with him. But he wouldn’t blame them one bit.
He got to teach them something wonderful, and that was all that mattered.
The mute ego stopped however, blinking several times in confusion as he saw his sign language book laying on his bed, with a note and what looked like small earrings on top of it.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he went over and sat down, taking the items. The earrings were black with a teal diamond painted on each of them.
‘By golly,’ he thought in amusement as he held up one of them. ‘This almost matches my hair!’
Just to double-check, Jameson got up and went to the mirror for comparison. He was immensely surprised at what he saw, but was also quite pleased to have something that matched his oddly-colored hair.
He then removed his hat, setting it on the bureau to put the gauges in. Once he was done he looked at himself and smiled broadly at his reflection.
They really looked wonderful on him. The diamonds suited him well, too!
But then he remembered the note he had seen on the book and picked it up to read it.
It’s always a pleasure to have you around, my friend. You don’t need to make a sound to brighten our days, as your smile is more than enough to cheer us up 🙂 Here’s a little something to help you catch up with the times -The Gauge Gifter
Jameson’s heart was warmed by the kind message. It flattered him that someone would go out of their way to do this for him. He figured they were on some mission to spread the “P.M.A” around.
Well it surely seemed to be working.
He checked the opposite side of the note to find something else written:
You have a pretty nice hat. Both you and another cool dude in this house~
–This is an adorable series! I recommend it for anyone wanting to read some Septic PMA!
-Hero
Wrong
The egos were never meant to be a thing, to be some sort of reoccurring characters in the channel. But it seemed that people liked the characters I put on and soon they became a thing, all starting with Anti.
And then others came in.
The Doctor, The Dad, The Hero.
They all began to fall into line and soon art and headcanons came flooding in.
Hell they made characters out of things I never thought would be, such as that magician and a zombie that were made from a thumbnail I did.
I was thinking about them lately.
The fanbase loved everything I made but the egos… they went crazy over it.
I wanted to do something with them, I was starting to feel love for them as well. I wanted to build stories, to build a world.
But recently i’ve been feeling off… every time I started to think about them, I got sick to my stomach, to the point where I had to rush to the bathroom, palms clammy as I hunched over the toilet seat and heaved.
I didn’t know why,I just assumed I was getting sick.
As I laid in be that night, tossing and turning as my stomach bubbled and lurched. I was doubled over, fear over coming me as I tried to stop the bile from rising in my throat.
Just when I thought i’d had to get up and hurl in my bathroom sink it all just… disappeared.
And there was a strange crack.
I shot out of bed, my body quaking as I looked around, another crack coming from some other room in my house.
I gritted my teeth and tried to look around for any weapon.
Nothing.
Maybe I could make it to the kitchen, take a knife…
I nodded to myself before I got up and began to creep through my house, the sounds of creaking and splattering coming in the other direction.
It was so far back in the house, why was I hearing the intruder now and not them coming in?
As I creeped into the kitchen I searched for the biggest knife I could find. The bigger, the better to scare them off.
I slowly began to walk back to the room, hearing soft groans and creaking sounds.
It sounded like a guy… it was familiar but I couldn’t place it.
I slowly peered into the room and saw a shape unlike anything I could identify.
It seemed like it could be human but the way it’s limbs moved, the length of them… the dripping of flesh… it wasn’t human.
I gritted my teeth and charged in, ready to speak when the creature turned around.
And I saw myself.
Or well… him.“S…Sean. Good to see you b-buddy.”
Anti muttered, his body literally falling apart in front of Jack as if he wasn’t fully made.
Chunks of flesh and bone slipped off of his frame, revealing static underneath.
I couldn’t help the knife from dropping to the floor with a clatter, backing up a few steps before falling to the ground.
“Y-y… thi…this is a dream. I’m dreaming… this is all a fever dream”
I put my hands to my head, trying not to look at the horrible sight in front of me.
“You aren’t real!”
“Oh i’m… very real Sean.” Anti said through gritted teeth, a grin forming on his face as he stepped forward. “At least now. And the thing is… I wasn’t until just a few moments ago, but I remember every damn thing, like I was real. So… why am I alive… and why does it hurt so god damn bad?!”
Anti took a step closer, he smelt like iron and bile.
There was a loud splatter of blood and some sort of meat that fell against the ground.
“So what the FUCK did you do. How did you do it huh Jackie? Why am I here? Why the fuck do I look like this… You better get it right or I swear to g-god.”
I couldn’t help but try to squirm back, gagging before finally turning and throwing up on the ground.
“Ho… we got a spewer! What’s wrong Jackie?! We all have the same parts, this is just what’s in you… so if you want to fix this you better find out how to stitch me back up real quick.”
“I don’t fucking know ok?! I don’t know how this happening! J-just go away!”
“I wish I fucking could but I can’t… I really can’t. I’m stuck like this.”I was just about to open my mouth when I heard a horrible scream from another room, another male scream.
I looked to Anti with wide eyes, who seemed just as surprised as me.
A couple of steps sounded from behind me and as I peaked through the crack in the door I saw… Chase.
His hat was of but somehow I could tell it was him, maybe it was the fact he was wearing that grey shirt.
His head was shaking like crazy, erratic, unnatural, like it was speed up stop motion.
Even though it was hard to see I could see the green glowing liquid that was running down his cheeks as he howled, his fingers clutching the gaping hole in his chest.
“Jaaack….. w…wwwhere am I?” He groaned out, like a haunting whisper. “I want to see my kidds… pl-please… I can’t stop crying my tears burrrnnn”
I put a hand to my mouth and gritted my teeth, closing my eyes as I continued to hear him wail.
“Please stop… please stop what the hell is going on. I just want this to stop… make it stop.”
“Looks like you made a real big fuck up Jack. Somehow we’re all turning real but we’re not doing so good… I don’t want to think about what the doc looks like… or hell even that damn magician. I don’t wanna place the idea in your head but maybe you should…. off us. If the world gets word of what the hell happened here tonight, of what you created, of this pain…”
Jack looked to the knife, fingers quivering as Chase’s words echoed in his ears, calling the names of his kids and how much it hurt.
He didn’t know if he could do it. What could he do? They looked just like him, in a way they were him, but they were in such pain.It wasn’t long before he heard the gurgling, choking sounds of what he could only assume was Schneeplestein from not to far away. God damn it make it stop…. just make it stop.
JUST MAKE IT STOP.
This whole “trust Tumblr blindly” thing is eventually going to kill someone, as I became pointedly aware of on one occasion I was making fun of how poorly a particular bleach-based drain declogger was working on my sink and got a chorus of really dangerously misinformed people telling me to pour vinegar in after it because all cute little cool kid diy home care blogs they’re following talk about vinegar like it it’s the big secret the cleaning companies don’t want you to know.
And I cringed knowing that someday, some Well Actually expert who read a blog article once is going to give that advice to someone who unfortunately didn’t take high school chemistry and isn’t aware that MIXING VINEGAR AND BLEACH MAKES CHLORINE GAS.
holy fucking jesus tits reblog to save a life
The Virus
Okay so I’m not the best fanfic writer but I’ve had this idea for a while and I’m pretty proud of this! Fair warning it’s kinda long… let me know what you think and I’ll be drawing probably so much stuff from this;;; so yeah byeeee
Oh yeah all this is based of @reverseblackholeofwords ’s versions of the characters cuz they’re the best~
…….
Anti buzzed around the office, filled with a nervous raging energy he had no idea what to do with. He rung his hands, drummed on this thighs with his fingers, tugged on his hoodie strings, tapped his foot to some non-existent song but nothing channeled the energy out. He growled quietly to himself in frustration, retreating to his pillow fort and kicking a pillow before plopping to the ground.
“Someone’s wound up today,” Red teased from his spot on the couch, hearing his brother’s anxious footsteps.
“Shut yer trap,” Anti grumbled back, tossing and turning from his stomach to his back on top of his mountain of pillows.
“Both of you need to shut up,” Google called from his desk, an irritated tone to his voice. Well more so than usual. “I’m working on something that needs major concentration.”
“Ah- sorry Blue,” Red chimed back, returning to whatever game he was playing. Anti grumbled back in response, gripping a pillow to his face. Then he got an idea. A terrible idea, but an idea his mind immediately latched to.
Maybe he just needed to cause some mischief. He had a pretty good “goodness” streak going, it was time he did something, well, not so “good”. But only a prank, he thought, nothing too bad. He peeked out of the curtains of his fort to the sight of Blue bent over his laptop, the light of the screen reflecting in his glasses, his hair messy and in his face. Blue was the best target when Ollie wasn’t around. Green gets to wound up from pranks and if Anti touched one more thing of Red’s he’d have to deal with being “secondary objective”’ed out a window.
Anti let his hands turn to static, an eager grin spreading across his face. Like a cat waiting to pounce he watched Google work. I’ll just switch some files around or something, maybe like jumpscare him then get out, the glitch plotted, letting his body turn completely static as he pounced and snuck into laptop from the back.
The computer twitched with green and red sparks the soon as Anti made contact and Google recoiled back. An error message popped up, then two more, then four-
“What the-?” Google mumbled annoyed. Then eyes widening, he began to panic.
“No-! Anti is that you?! Get out! You can’t be in th-!”
Google was cut off with the computer exploding into sparks and the glitch being shot from the computer like a rocket, cracking against the office wall in a wave of colored sparks.
Red shot out of his seat, game forgotten. “W-what the hell was that?!” He stammered, eyeing the place where Anti landed in a smoking heap before his eyes fell back to a distressed Blue.
“H-he, Anti glitched into my computer. B-but I was working deleting on a very dangerous virus!” Google stammered. He saw Anti’s still form twitch, sparking with electricity. Red ran over to go help Anti up but Blue cried, “Wait, Red!”
Suddenly Anti started to twitch more feverously, his form glitching dramatically. Then he rose, lifelessly, like he wasn’t in control of his own body. His head limply fell across his shoulder, staring at Red and Google blankly. His eyes were pitch black. But most concerning of all was the colorful, circuit like markings crawling up Anti’s face.
“Shit-,” Red breathed, a chill running up his spine. “Anti are you okay-?” he carefully extended a hand, offering to help him up. Anti’s head snapped towards him, glitching crazily, before he too extended a hand and shot a spark of electricity right towards Red.
Red tried to dodge but he got blasted in the shoulder, causing him to roll across the floor. He cried out, trying to catch his bearings. His eyes flashed red, locking his sights on Anti as the glitch rose unsteadily towards his feet, glitching so sporadically his form never seemed to stay in one place.
“Red!” Google called, “You can’t let him get into anything connected to the main power, or the whole building will be infected!”
Red growled, “So what can we do?!”
“Keep him distracted until we can put him in the cell! I’ve already called Green and Oliver.”
“Okay, so keep an angry infected glitch distracted…” Red mumbled, digging out a knife from his pocket, just as Anti looked around the room and seemed to spot the lights. Red charged at Anti before he could glitch upwards, “This should be quite the challenge!”
Anti was caught off guard and was thrown back, but he managed to land on his feet. He stared up at Red, taking a second as the virus within him assessed its new target. He materialized his knife into his hand and growled, but he sounded wrong. All that came out of his mouth was a series of static and error type sounds, like Anti was some broken machine. Red swallowed and suppressed another shiver as he stood his ground against the glitch.
Then Anti glitched to Red’s side and the droid barely had any time to dodge before Anti slammed his body into his side sending Red flying back. He bumped against the ground, hearing something dent in his arm and quickly tried to find his footing. But Anti was too fast, and he was already on top of Red, his knife flashing and coming down towards Red’s chest. Red gasped and quickly tried to hold Anti’s arms back but Anti had strength in him from the virus that Red has never seen before. Fear chugged through his system as he felt Anti dig the knife closer and closer. The circuit like pattern on Anti’s skin was crawling up fast too, Red could see it was reaching up his arms and it was already to Anti’s cheeks. Anti glitched and suddenly the blank expression on his face changed to one of pain, if only for a second. His breathing hitched, and he panted like he couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t breathe. Red panicked slightly, worried he was hurting him.
“Anti-!” He cried but next thing he knew Anti had dug the knife right into his chest and tore down. Red screamed and quickly kicked, barely hitting Anti in the chest but getting enough room between them for Red to scramble away. He looked down at his chest and sighed in relief that his core was missed, he could see the faint steady glow of it through the oily gap. But then Red saw Anti stand and train his eyes hungrily towards the opening in Red’s chest.
“Red! Are you okay?” Google shouted, fear catching in his throat after seeing Anti so easily best Red. Red panted, a tiny bit of smoke coming from his mouth.
“Yeah, I’m fine. But I think we got a bigger problem. This virus wants us too.”
Google clenched his teeth, looking at his fried laptop in frustration. “We’ll just have to use that to our advantage…”
The glitch sprang again, sick of the standstill, and outstretched a very circuit covered arm towards Red’s chest. Red jumped back, quickly countering and punching Anti hard in the stomach. The glitch gasped and flew back, rolling across the floor. Red panted, scared again he might have really hurt him. Anti was too still for a second, before he lifted himself up from the floor with shaky arms. Red exchanged worried glances with Blue.
Anti shuttered as they both watched another branch of circuits wind up Anti’s face. He wheezed, struggling to stay upright. The glitch toppled over back to the floor as soon as the heavy footfall of the other googles entered the room. Green and Oliver looked at the wrecked, smoking office in surprise. Then Ollie spotted Anti.
“Anti oh my gosh!” he gasped running towards his brother with no caution.
“Oliver don’t! Stay away from him!” Red warned.
But the younger droid ignored him and kneeled by Anti, turning him over so he could see his face. He was too pale, the circuitry on his face flashing quickly from one color to another. His eyes were half open, flickering from pure black to blue. Anti looked up at Ollie weakly, his breath coming out fast and labored.
“O-o-ollie…” Anti sputtered, his voice tinny and metal sounding, layered with static.
Oliver felt tears falling down his face, “Stay with us Anti. We’re gonna get you help okay, buddy? We’re gonna get the doc and you’re gonna be okay…” He held Anti is his arms, ready to take him to safety. But as soon as Ollie started to move the sick glitch, a cry was wrenched from Anti’s mouth as his back lurched like he’d just been struck with lightning. Another bolt of electricity shot out of him, moving Anti’s body on it’s own and sending Oliver skidding back. Anti rose once again, bent limply at the waist, twitching as more and more patterns appeared, random sparks erupting from his body.
Google cursed and sped towards Oliver, scooping the slightly smoking yellow droid up in his arms. Green’s eyes flashed, watching as Anti glitched back and forth. He began to hiccup, his knees shaking as his systems started showing all the wrong possibilities.
“Green don’t panic!” Red shouted towards his twin. He eyed the others. “Listen I got a plan. It wants us, it wants our cores. But the virus can only seem to focus on one thing. If we can keep Anti’s sights on us we can lead him to the cell and keep him in one place until we can cure him. Got it?”
Google nodded, a resolute look on his face. Ollie pushed himself from Google’s arms and nodded too, smiling determinately at Red. Green swallowed, then clenched his fists, shakily looking at the ground. He mustered up all his courage then shouted,
“Hey Glitch!” Anti’s head turned towards him and stood up fully, sparks erupting from his hands. “Come get me!” Green yelled, opening his arms up, exposing his chest towards Anti. Anti instantly sprang, rushing at Green.
Green’s face went from one of determined courage to pure terror and he turned heel and sprinted down the hall, almost crashing to the ground with Anti on his heels.
“Shit Green wait-!” Red shouted, as the three other droids rushed after them. Green raced down the hall, quickly ducking and covering his head as Anti continuously swung and tried to grab him. It seemed that Green was making good headway till a misstep sent him crashing to the ground. He quickly tried to scramble away but Anti was on him in a second, his knife clenched and ready to cut him open. Green watched in terror, but Anti’s hand was shaking and his chest was heaving despite the blank look on his face.
Anti was ready to plunge when Ollie shouted down the hall! “Hey this way! Come get me, you green.. meanie!!” Oliver patted his chest, and Anti rose up quickly, charging towards Ollie. The yellow droid swiftly jumped to the side and Anti crashed into a wall. Oliver winced. “Oh jeez- Dark is gonna kill us…“
Anti pushed away from the wall, swaying. A stream of red trailed down from his forehead, washing over the circuit patterns. He blinked the blood out of his eyes tiredly, struggling to catch his breath. Oliver took a step forward, concern on his face. “Oh Anti I’m sor-!”
Anti slapped Ollie’s hand away, shaking, eyes blue for a moment. “O̮̱͠ͅl̖l͖̹͇̪̘̟i͏e- ̱͚̰d̀-̩̟ͅd͕̬̰̦͓̩̞͡o̭̲̮͞n͓̝’̺̹̠t͙̦….” he choked. Ollie shook, still wanting to help. ‘C’mon Anti fight this. It’s making you sick, we can help you.. just fight-!”
“G̖̙͍̗̘͓̠E̴͖̣̤̠͎T͎͍͍̩̝͞ ͏̱̠̜̣͓̺A̳̗̪̹͖̕W̳̭̝̻͢A̭͎Y͉̦̘̭̣ ̳̤̹̣̻͡F͖̪̻R̬̰O̦̠̮͇͔̝M̛̺ US!!” Anti screamed, cold and metallic voices joining his. The glitch grabbed Oliver’s arm and plunged the knife in, causing Ollie to scream in pain as Anti tore through his synthetic skin. The droid tried to pull away but Anti held on strong, his other hand digging into the tear and Ollie could feel sparking pain as Anti’s skin connected with his wiring. The virus pattern almost seemed to move from Anti’s fingers as if ready to crawl onto Oliver too. Oliver felt tears prick up in his vision as he tried and tired to fight off Anti.
“HEY GLITCH BITCH!” Red roared from down the hall. Anti paused, his hand hovering over Ollie’s skin, the infection still contained. Anti glitched angrily, prying the knife from Ollie’s arm. Oliver quickly scrambled back against the wall, thankful for second he wasn’t the target.
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” Red taunted, beckoning Anti towards him. He pointed towards his chest, his core gleaming in the light. The virus latched onto the sight, pulling Anti’s tired body to charge once more. Red waited for just the right moment before tearing down around the corner, back towards the room where they kept the cell. Anti clumsily chased after the red droid, slipping and bumping into the walls but still keeping up speed. Red crossed the threshold of the holding room and spun ready to face the glitch. But just as Anti stumbled into the room, Blue sprang from the shadows of the door and tackled Anti to the ground.
Anti screamed, sounding like a million disagreeing error messages in unison. Green and Oliver rushed into the room as Blue held Anti down by the wrists. The glitch continued to scream, trying desperately to get away, to try to stab Blue, but the droid held firm.
“Get the machine running NOW!” Google commanded, causing Red and Green to spring back towards the cell. Their fingers flew together in unison, issuing the commands to hold the glitch in. Ollie ran towards the cell door and opened it wide. Google gritted his teeth and grabbed Anti’s wrists as hard as possible, bringing them both up. Anti kicked and struggled as Google threw Anti into the cell, Ollie quickly locking the door after. Anti’s head hit the back wall with a sickening crack and all was silent.
The four droids stopped to process, expecting to see Anti up against the window any second now, banging and screaming to be let out. But the glitch was still, his head limp and fight gone. His breathing was labored and shallow, his face flushed with fever. The circuit patterns flashed weakly from one color to another, finally covering his whole face, and any other surface of skin they could see.
“What.. now?” Green breathed. “H-he’s… he’s gonna be okay right?”
Blue bit the inside of his cheek. “ I… don’t know. He fried my computer while I was working on the anti-virus…”
“Well there’s gotta be something we can do!” Ollie cried desperately. “We can’t just leave him in there, he’s… he’s!”
“If he gets back out here Oliver, he’s going to infect the whole building….” Google explained.
“But if we don’t do something he’s gonna die! Look at him!” Oliver gestured angrily towards the cell, where Anti has slumped over in a shivering heap. “Maybe if one of us take the virus, it’ll leave Anti alone and he can get better and-!”
“No, Oliver. This virus would tear us apart.” Google said sternly. “Damn it Anti… why did you do this?”
Green spoke up quietly, “The backup…” The other three looked at him, puzzled. “I have automatic backups set up on all our computers. Maybe part of the anti-virus will be saved on there!”
Googled wasted no time and sped over the computer in the corner of the room, booting it up and looking through the files. After a couple tense minutes, Blue finally sighed, a faint smile on his face.
“It’s still here…”. He looked up at his brothers. “You three, keep an eye on him. I’ll work as fast as I can.” The others nodded, taking positions around the cell as the frantic sounds of Google typing filled the room.
Time flew by too slowly as the boys watched the trembling form of their fallen brother. A couple times, the virus tried to spark Anti up again like it had done before, arching the glitch’s whole body with painful jolts of electricity. But Anti’s body was too weak, so he would just crumple, becoming still again. Ollie felt his core in his throat, fearing each time Anti glitched or jolted, knowing the virus was attacking any part of Anti it could. Green held back tears, eventually turning around so he wouldn’t have to see. Red paced around, fists clenched and jaw tight.
It seemed like hours when Google finally scooted out of his seat, quickly pulling a usb out of the laptop and rushing back to his brothers. They all sprang to their feet, as Google plugged the usb into a device that had a syringe like end they used on each other for upgrades. Google nodded towards Green who opened the cell. The older droid knelt down by Anti, who’s breathing was getting too faint. The glitch’s eye lids fluttered open weakly, his eyes blue and glassy. “B-blue…” he croaked.
“This should help Anti, just hold on.” Blue reassured as he pulled up Anti’s sleeve and inserted the device into one of his veins. Anti jerked like he was shocked, almost pulling the device out as he yelled in pain. Google held the device, biting his lip as Anti jolted and twitched, the virus fighting back against the antivirus. Then suddenly all the markings on Anti’s skin turned a bright blue white before they disappeared entirely. Anti lay limp again but the boys all sighed in relief, knowing the danger had passed.
“Let’s get him to the Doc,” Blue sighed, picking the glitch up and heading to the clinic, his brothers close behind.
……
Anti woke up, confused and disoriented. Sunlight shone through the blinds in the clinic, causing him to wince from the pounding in his head. His mouth tasted like someone stuffed burned metal into it, causing him to cough weakly. His body felt so heavy, he was ready to just go back to sleep for a while. Until he heard shuffling towards his right and suddenly his vision was filled with a familiar sunny yellow tshirt.
Ollie was hugging Anti’s shoulder sobbing in relief, crying softly over and over “You’re okay… you’re okay…”
Anti laughed weakly, patting Oliver’s shoulder. “Yeah buddy- I’m okay…” He pulled softly at Ollie’s collar, “Though you’re kinda making it hard to breathe-!” Oliver quickly stood up muttering apologizes and Anti chuckled. He blinked as he heard footsteps and looked up to see the others. Red and Green smiled down at Anti but Google did not look happy.
Anti’s face fell. “Blue… I-“
“I hope you learned your lesson, Anti.” Google interrupted, raising an eyebrow down at Anti
Anti grinned sheepishly back at Google. “yeah… no more pranks for you Blueberry…”
“Good answer,” Google quipped, giving Anti a small smirk and playfully knocking his shoulder. “Next time, do your pranks somewhere they can’t blow up.”
Anti laughed, “Okay, so… I should only prank Dark now? “He teased, and all his brothers groaned. They all gave him playful hits and noogies before all coming in for one big hug, so glad Anti was safe. And they stayed that way for a while, Anti thankful for the cool feeling on their metal on his still feverish skin until Doc came in for a checkup, laughing good naturedly at the scene.
Anti kicked and struggled as Google threw Anti into the cell, Ollie quickly locking the door after. Anti’s head hit the back wall with a sickening crack and all was silent.
The four droids stopped to process, expecting to see Anti up against the window any second now, banging and screaming to be let out. But the glitch was still, his head limp and fight gone. His breathing was labored and shallow, his face flushed with fever. The circuit patterns flashed weakly from one color to another, finally covering his whole face, and any other surface of skin they could see.
“What.. now?” Green breathed. “H-he’s… he’s gonna be okay right?”
[x]
Fanart for my own fic againnnn <(￣∇￣)ゞ
I mostly just wanted to draw hurt Anti and solidify my google boy designs;;;; sooo dont mind meee but enjoyyyy
Net Neutrality is Dead and You Can Expect Your Internet to Change on April 23rd
Yeah, no, I’m cross-tagging because the lack of attention this is getting overall is pissing me off.
Ajit Pai killed Net Neutrality. You’ll start seeing the effects you were warned about on April 23rd. Oh, and he apparently got an award for Courage from the NRA gun nuts, too.
You can still help by calling your senators and representatives. We just need ONE MORE PERSON on our side to get the senate portion of Congress to overrule the FCC’s decision to kill net neutrality. The battle for the net won’t end there, but it’s a start. Go to battleforthenet to find out who your reps are and where they stand, and CONTACT THEM.
Twenty-three states are also suing the FCC for this. I haven’t looked into it yet, but I assume big businesses like Google and Amazon are as well. Nevertheless, we can’t rely on lengthy lawsuits alone. The changes to your internet start in less than two months. We don’t have a whole lot of time.
Blow this up. Contact your reps. Please, do something! We HAVE to get the decision overruled!
Hoping to spread this to everyone here, sorry for tagging so many people
Please Support Net Neutrality before it’s too late!!
Give this the attention it deserves!!
Reblogging to boost this, I cannot do much since I don’t live in the US, but at least I can do this.
okay, so, I love all the posts that run off the assumption that humans are the most ridiculous sapient species in the galaxy
but what if it’s just the other way around
what if humans are notoriously straitlaced and obsessed with protocol. the bureaucrats of the stars.
which is obviously something we would constantly try to complain about and disprove only for some Alpha Centaurian to be like “Captain, your species formalized spirituality, repeatedly, and a recurring theme therein is that the heavens themselves are run as a bureaucracy. Even your rebellions and revolutions are meticulously planned.”
it’s not a bad thing, per se, to have a human on your team — analytical minds, good diplomats (if only because one human etiquette system can be more complex and even contradictory than the vastly varied customs of an entire species) — but be prepared for them to call attention to moral quandaries and loopholes that never would have occurred to you.
and speaking of loopholes, do be careful, because the only thing worse than a human armed with an ironclad system of rules is a human who’s found a gaping hole in them.
“You’re telling me there was a mass movement to name a boat something dumb as a joke?”
“First of all, it wasn’t a mass movement, and second of all, the boat was by no means the first time nor the last.”
“…Exactly how much of Earth comedy is based on incongruous branding?”
Hear me out here: Humans as both.
Like most sapient species assume the above; humans are straitlaced, meticulous, and methodical. They follow strict rules which dictate their social interactions and even a slight variation is considered taboo. They are the quintessential bureaucrats.
Except when they’re not.
We’ve talked about humans method of scientific exploration and advancement involving a ridiculous amount of danger for all parties involved. But, ya know, we write it all down in a very orderly manner and get published and peer reviewed. And then other humans copy the incredibly dangerous experiment to see what happens for themselves.
Humans survived the volatile early years of their species rise through community-bonding. They put the needs of a group of individuals over all else; hunting as a group, eating as a group, raising families as a group, and sometimes dying as a group. This tendency to form strong bonds means that while a human’s signed contract can always be trusted. It also means that a human cannot be trusted to not rip that contract up and say “Fuck it” if an individual with whom they have a community-bond is in danger. Other species are baffled to discover that the individual in question need not be human, or even sapient. Stories of humans who have defended what would normally be considered prey animals by other omnivorous species, of humans who have killed to defend their non-human crew mates, even one story (surely just a story, it can’t be true) of an entire crew of humans who elevated a simple non-sapient cleaning bot to officer’s rank and threatened rebellion if it was decommissioned.
So, sure, humans are logical and awfully organized for such a diverse species. They make phenomenal bureaucrats and politicians. They’re highly sought after as strategists and advisors to royalty the galaxy over.
But, they’re also appear to take great pleasure in looking the rules dead in the eyes and very deliberately thumbing their nose as those rules. Because, the rules (and logic) say you probably shouldn’t jump off a cliff into unknown waters and humans have made multiple sports based entirely off that concept.
