the glass on the table in the forgotten little hideaway in the mines doesn't belong there

it's from the bar, which means vander brought it there, sometime in the days after... in the days after

he brought it so he could sit there and drink and try to put to paper the sorrow and grief and guilt he felt, and fail miserably

(silco would have known the right words, always the wordsmith of the two)

(silco wouldn't have needed the right words, never had the violence in his veins quite like vander)

but he left the glass, once he was done, rather than take it back home

because he'd be back

of course he'd be back

he'd make the trek again (and again, and again), in the early morning hours inbetween the bar closing, and the kids waking up, wouldn't he?

and he'd sit there and drink and read the wholly insufficient words he'd written out, but still not know how to make "i'm sorry" contain all that he needs it to, right?

(would he stare, do you think, at their jackets? silco's enveloped in his own; an echo of a memory of a time before the hurt)

(held, the way he ached to hold)

but, more than anything, he'd be waiting (wishing, hoping, praying) for familiar footsteps coming down the mineshaft

of course he'd be waiting

waiting for what's left of his family to walk through the door, so that he could spend the rest of his life trying to mend the waterlogged ruin he'd made, when he held half of his heart in his hands and forced it into the river

how long, do you think, did he wait? months? no, probably years, right?

years, until one day he stopped on the threshold on his way out of the bar at nearly five in the morning, and just... didn't

or... did he never stop? did he keep going, whenever he could spare the time, clinging still to the hope that maybe he could still undo some fraction of the damage he'd done, that - even if silco would never call vander his family again - he could give vi and powder their uncle back?

was that why, when he was scarcely more than an animal - a hound - he still managed to return to that place?

still hoping, somewhere deep in his soul, deeper than thought or reason, that this time

this time

it would be different?

(a ghost, waiting hopelessly for a dead man)

As much as I love the flashbacks we got they’re so confusing and full of plot holes that it’s like not that enjoyable when you’re not just looking at the pictures 😭

The timeline would’ve made more sense if it went

I don't know I'm not done talking about it. It's insane that I can't just uninstall Edge or Copilot. That websites require my phone number to sign up. That people share their contacts to find their friends on social media.

I wouldn't use an adblocker if ads were just banners on the side funding a website I enjoy using and want to support. Ads pop up invasively and fill my whole screen, I misclick and get warped away to another page just for trying to read an article or get a recipe.

Every app shouldn't be like every other app. Instagram didn't need reels and a shop. TikTok doesn't need a store. Instagram doesn't need to be connected to Facebook. I don't want my apps to do everything, I want a hub for a specific thing, and I'll go to that place accordingly.

I love discord, but so much information gets lost to it. I don't want to join to view things. I want to lurk on forums. I want to be a user who can log in and join a conversation by replying to a thread, even if that conversation was two days ago. I know discord has threads, it's not the same. I don't want to have to verify my account with a phone number. I understand safety and digital concerns, but I'm concerned about information like that with leaks everywhere, even with password managers.

I shouldn't have to pay subscriptions to use services and get locked out of old versions. My old disk copy of photoshop should work. I should want to upgrade eventually because I like photoshop and supporting the business. Adobe is a whole other can of worms here.

Streaming is so splintered across everything. Shows release so fast. Things don't get physical releases. I can't stream a movie I own digitally to friends because the share-screen blocks it, even though I own two digital copies, even though I own a physical copy.

I have an iPod, and I had to install a third party OS to easily put my music on it without having to tangle with iTunes. Spotify bricked hardware I purchased because they were unwillingly to upkeep it. They don't pay their artists. iTunes isn't even iTunes anymore and Apple struggles to upkeep it.

My TV shows me ads on the home screen. My dad lost access to eBook he purchased because they were digital and got revoked by the company distributing them. Hitman 1-3 only runs online most of the time. Flash died and is staying alive because people love it and made efforts to keep it up.

I have to click "not now" and can't click "no". I don't just get emails, they want to text me to purchase things online too. My windows start search bar searches online, not just my computer. Everything is blindly called an app now. Everything wants me to upload to the cloud. These are good tools! But why am I forced to use them! Why am I not allowed to own or control them?

No more!!!!! I love my iPod with so much storage and FLAC files. I love having all my fics on my harddrive. I love having USBs and backups. I love running scripts to gut suck stuff out of my Windows computer I don't want that spies on me. I love having forums. I love sending letters. I love neocities and webpages and webrings. I will not be scanning QR codes. Please hand me a physical menu. If I didn't need a smartphone for work I'd get a "dumb" phone so fast. I want things to have buttons. I want to use a mouse. I want replaceable batteries. I want the right to repair. I grew up online and I won't forget how it was!

glad this post is resonating with the local populace fr

the author's barely disguised spy from team fortress 2

the author claims to be a scout but they're moving a bit too slow, are getting a little too close to my back, and really don't seem to like that pyro over there

[talking about my favorite characters] okay so THESE two come in a bonded pair and if i think about them too hard i start taking poison damage

this too shall pass

HURRY UP

while they share a similar base flavor, dick tastes more umami while pussy tastes more acidic, though recent menstruation conveys an overwhelming metallic flavor that some diners object to (though i am not one of them). recommended wine pairings are

(today i learnt that if you don’t know how a post should end, just post it unfinished anyway and someone else will come up with an ending)

We talk about this website's hate mail game, but the "yes, and..." game is pretty solid, too.

you know the drill, op disabled reblogs etc etc etc

accidentally hit something on the treadmill at my gym and it opened a web browser??

rachel hannah

I know the “Vane called Flint gay for living in a house” thing is funny but I think in all seriousness Vane was calling Flint a class traitor for living in a house which is in some ways much funnier

For the love of God sound ON

Little set of Peemos, because I don't draw him enough. (I couldn't decide between these lightings, so including both 🩸🦇)

Bonus sketch:

Little set of Peemos, because I don't draw him enough. (I couldn't decide between these lightings, so including both 🩸🦇)

Bonus sketch:

had a bad low blood pressure moment last night and messily asked my partner for saltines and water before realizing i should probably ask for the Blood Pressure Medication I Need To Take. while they went to go grab it though i still had water and crackers so in a daze i took a swig of water but didnt swallow and then tried to cram 2 saltines in my mouth. full of water. in bed. with mouth full of water

Oh My God Damn