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this account is officially Retired, if you wanna be my follower i suppose that happens over @dialupdoll

trying to decide if ill use account migration feature or not, i have Problems with how followers dont have to Consent to suddenly following a new instance

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Autumn strolled into the bar with eir hand in eir pocket, strangely, the opposite being the only one wrapped in the bandages ey always wore. The bartender didn’t look at em funny, and ey ordered two beers as ey slipped into the stall.

Luckily, it was eir right hand that was probably broken, and ey could hide the bruised, bloody hand by the back of the stall as ey wrapped it, using the familiar ritual as an escape from the reality of the wound. Dahla brought em the beers, her face concerned at the mess ey had created around eir arm.

“Wanna talk?” she asked, leaning forward a little over the table. The response was less than what she’d hoped, but ey did move, and ey did respond, running a hand through the back of eir hair.

“No.” was the final response, a small mumble. “But that’s why I called you here.”

Dahla grunted, taking a swig of her beer. “What’s the icebreaker then, hothead?”

“Was lonely. Called in a friend. That’s what you do, right?” Ey asked, finally looking up, eyes ringed with bad sleep and bad times. “What’s been going on in your life, shadowstep?”

Dahla tapped the side of her bottle, watching the beer inside respond to it. “I’ve got a kid, kind of.” She managed, leaning on a palm. “Robot girl washed up on my island. Got the memory, personality of a real kid.” She explained, as the enby looked at up her with a bit of an incredulous face.

“And you kept her?” ey wondered out loud. “How’s that even work?” ey asked, as ey slowly began to unravel the half-hearted bandaging job.

“Something like that. I’m giving her a place to stay… and. In return I get a housemate again.” She admitted, smiling weakly. “I’ve been lonely too, Autumn. Missed you since you moved out.”

A weak chuckle leaked out, and Dahla sat back a little as she felt a smile leak onto her face. “Damn, we sound like such saps, don’t we. Giggling about missing each other.” She said, glancing at the bartender to ward off his worried, borderline judgemental stare. “How’d you mess up your arm? Push limits with your fire again?”

The response was much quieter. “No, no. Got lonely. Was working out. Punched something that wasn’t a punching bag.” Another weak laugh. “Regretted it.”

Dahla was quiet, but she crossed her legs under the table. “Is it broken?” she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

“Nah, mom.” Autumn laughed. “I haven’t.. Checked yet. It should hurt. It’s numb. I’m… numb. Loneliness does that sometimes.”

Autumn’s eyes hadn’t lost the weakness, the dark circles, but maybe she wasn’t looking past Dahla anymore. Dahla put on a weak smile. “Let’s get to my place. Got a new warehouse, but it still has a first-aid kit and shit.”

Autumn drank down the last of eir beer like a shot. “Y’got a punching bag? Although I guess you take that with you everywhere, huh?” ey joked, punching Dahla’s shoulder, wincing at the pain.

“Yeah okay, maybe I shouldn’t get in a fight with you right now.” ey admitted, as Dahla put an arm around eir. “Just cuz I’m happy to lose doesn’t mean I should be letting myself lose right now.”

this account is officially Retired, if you wanna be my follower i suppose that happens over @dialupdoll

trying to decide if ill use account migration feature or not, i have Problems with how followers dont have to Consent to suddenly following a new instance

opposite of Digital mithraditism. putting programming YouTube videos on on my phone to hopefully absorb Programming Skills while you're asleep.

why are there so many terms using the word 'dick'

am i old. what does dog dick mean when used as an adjective. what about dry dick. is there wet dick?

purity/respectability culture/politics extremists can suck my girldick

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Autumn strolled into the bar with eir hand in eir pocket, strangely, the opposite being the only one wrapped in the bandages ey always wore. The bartender didn’t look at em funny, and ey ordered two beers as ey slipped into the stall.

Luckily, it was eir right hand that was probably broken, and ey could hide the bruised, bloody hand by the back of the stall as ey wrapped it, using the familiar ritual as an escape from the reality of the wound. Dahla brought em the beers, her face concerned at the mess ey had created around eir arm.

“Wanna talk?” she asked, leaning forward a little over the table. The response was less than what she’d hoped, but ey did move, and ey did respond, running a hand through the back of eir hair.

“No.” was the final response, a small mumble. “But that’s why I called you here.”

Dahla grunted, taking a swig of her beer. “What’s the icebreaker then, hothead?”

“Was lonely. Called in a friend. That’s what you do, right?” Ey asked, finally looking up, eyes ringed with bad sleep and bad times. “What’s been going on in your life, shadowstep?”

Dahla tapped the side of her bottle, watching the beer inside respond to it. “I’ve got a kid, kind of.” She managed, leaning on a palm. “Robot girl washed up on my island. Got the memory, personality of a real kid.” She explained, as the enby looked at up her with a bit of an incredulous face.

“And you kept her?” ey wondered out loud. “How’s that even work?” ey asked, as ey slowly began to unravel the half-hearted bandaging job.

“Something like that. I’m giving her a place to stay… and. In return I get a housemate again.” She admitted, smiling weakly. “I’ve been lonely too, Autumn. Missed you since you moved out.”

A weak chuckle leaked out, and Dahla sat back a little as she felt a smile leak onto her face. “Damn, we sound like such saps, don’t we. Giggling about missing each other.” She said, glancing at the bartender to ward off his worried, borderline judgemental stare. “How’d you mess up your arm? Push limits with your fire again?”

The response was much quieter. “No, no. Got lonely. Was working out. Punched something that wasn’t a punching bag.” Another weak laugh. “Regretted it.”

Dahla was quiet, but she crossed her legs under the table. “Is it broken?” she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

“Nah, mom.” Autumn laughed. “I haven’t.. Checked yet. It should hurt. It’s numb. I’m… numb. Loneliness does that sometimes.”

Autumn’s eyes hadn’t lost the weakness, the dark circles, but maybe she wasn’t looking past Dahla anymore. Dahla put on a weak smile. “Let’s get to my place. Got a new warehouse, but it still has a first-aid kit and shit.”

Autumn drank down the last of eir beer like a shot. “Y’got a punching bag? Although I guess you take that with you everywhere, huh?” ey joked, punching Dahla’s shoulder, wincing at the pain.

“Yeah okay, maybe I shouldn’t get in a fight with you right now.” ey admitted, as Dahla put an arm around eir. “Just cuz I’m happy to lose doesn’t mean I should be letting myself lose right now.”

yandere is when Girl's do a violence out of love.

elden ring ascended mod spoilers if you care, caps, laughing 

BAHAHAHAHAHA THE MOD PUTS MORE FIRE GIANTS IN THE MOUNTAINTOPS OF THE GIANTS. NOT MORE BOSS FIGHTS, MIND YOU, JUST THAT EVERY SINGLE PART OF THE AREA HAS THE MOST HATED BOSS IN THE ENTIRE GAME AS JUST ROAMING ENEMIES ALL OVER THE AREA

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nier automata modders: makes a public Event over world / map editing mod capabilities

elden ring modders: hey this mod is hard :)
mod: apparently the first mod to do map editing, and they did it to Fuck You Over. fuck you put a wall in the way. fully explore the area shithead

/coughing up my coffee/. eexcuse me? "The Devil Is a Part-Timer! Custom GUI Pack? for Minecraft?

anybody know any good multi-account clients NOT for mobile, for mastodonapi? if not, I guess i'll just have to make it myself, but I really don't want to.

i believe, failing anyone telling me they won't refollow if i migrate account, I'll be moving to sleeping.town, today.

my computer is eldritch magic held together by force of will

there is a very unique aesthetic, i think, in "treating technology as a horny subculture"

like david, don't tell me your css is sexy.

what the heck is tha difference between css and scss

being high just makes me affectionate, gay, and More Myself

i'm going to try to make CSS happen so i can use it more happily, but i might switch to @ sleeping.town as my main instance if that doesn't prove viable, i have no clue how css works, or how hard porting it will be

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probably done using this account, for now? i just don't find myself using it enough. think i'll make a quieter version elsewhere. i am hesitant to use the "go follow me elsewhere" feature?? i know its like. supposed to help people out but i personally dont like being forced cross-instance-to-follow-someone bc i might not trust the new instance

im amused that when i made this user handle / @ name i had utterly forgotten that guilty gear fucking existed, and now i regret that mastodon won't let me change it.

anyway new display name

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Hellsite

Hellsite.site is a small mastodon instance focused on community, tech, hacking and leftist views as well as being fierce rivals with notbird.site. We run a custom fork of the mastodon code called Goatstodon that runs some slight improvements. Come for the shitposting, stay for the infinite polls!