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cindytoast404 · 3 minutes
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Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1
The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.
So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.
So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.
Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.
And the probe is working again.
From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.
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cindytoast404 · 7 minutes
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It's Spy Another Day day!!!
To celebrate, the wonderful, talented and amazing @ricky-mortis and I bring you: A Collab! He did the (amazing) lineart and I colored it!
(Curtwen fluff to feed our souls before inevitably getting them shattered by the live concert screening maybe probably.)
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cindytoast404 · 8 hours
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This has so much meme potential
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cindytoast404 · 21 hours
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in honor of spy another day, here's some short curtwen fluff (with hints of angst bc yknow. pre-banana) bc i'm so feral about them <3
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Agent Curt Mega knew his line of work was a risky one. Hell, if he had a buck for every narrow scrape with death, every bullet that barely missed him and injury that nearly left the A.S.S with one less agent, he probably wouldn't even have to be in this line of work.
He'd had so many narrow scrapes with death, in fact, that he was starting to become numbed to the idea entirely.
Shooting out someone's kneecaps to stop them escaping? Just part of the job. Being told to break into a Russian weapons facility, blow up said facility and get out of there with his life intact?
Piece of cake.
At least, that's what he'd told Owen.
"We'll be out of there in no time, O," he'd said the night before, the two of them sharing a cigarette and sitting in a shitty hotel room. Whether he was saying that to Owen or himself was another question entirely. It was a familiar scenario - over the last few years, they'd shared many a moment like this, and Curt had held onto every single one. The problem with a secret was that the more private something was, the less moments could be shared between the two before something split them apart.
So every time Curt kissed Owen, tasting cigarette smoke and cologne, he held on tight like he'd never see him again.
Owen looked at him as he pulled away - his eyes were gleaming with a mix of anticipation and something deeper, something more unspoken that had always been between the two of them. He clearly noticed Curt's hands fidgeting, searching for something to do, and tilted his head to the side with a smirk "Nervous, Mega?"
Curt laughed then, and all his thoughts about secrets were pushed to the side as he watched the way Owen ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. "In your dreams. Hell, I could go right now and get out of there without even a scratch."
"Not a scratch, eh? Well, old boy, guess we'll just have to see if your absurd self-confidence holds up tomorrow, then. How long do you bet you can make it out in?" Owen asked teasingly, and Curt quickly distracted him from the question by stealing another quick kiss.
"I give it six minutes," he said as he pulled away.
Owen smiled, then, before leaning against his shoulder - a warm gesture, and something more sweet than they were used to. "Sure, love," he murmured, and in one of the last moments they'd get to share, Curt let the outside world melt away as he let himself believe that he and Owen were the only ones in it.
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cindytoast404 · 21 hours
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April 26th will forever be spy day, a spies are forever holiday where we appreciate gay spies. mark next years calendars and also give us some god damn amazing fanart/fics/any piece of media
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cindytoast404 · 22 hours
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feeling this. how are we supposed to cope when we have spies on the mind.
I'm really gonna lose my shit between today and when the digital ticket hits. I can't even... I mean there will be a space of a few days where the show has happened, but I haven't seen it yet. And that makes me unwell. Like what if something amazing happens and I get spoiled? What if something amazing happens and I don't get spoiled? How am I just going to live my normal life??
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cindytoast404 · 22 hours
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IT’S SAF:SAD DAY🗣️‼️
here’s some SAF art of mine to celebrate TCB’s Tinlightenment Tour showing of Spies Are Forever!
You can also find this art on my art ig @/deeznvtz.z
@curtmega
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cindytoast404 · 23 hours
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"WHO?!"
Odysseus asked calmly.
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cindytoast404 · 23 hours
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ODYSSEUS SCREAMING “WHO?” BUT IT'S HIM. THE HAUNTED MAN WITH A TRAIL OF BODIES STANDING BESIDES HIS WIFE IS HIM.
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cindytoast404 · 23 hours
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cindytoast404 · 23 hours
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me. me when a poem says something ive felt before
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cindytoast404 · 23 hours
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i like the part in the song where he’s screaming and whimpering and moaning like he’s close or perhaps like he’s in excruciating pain and no one can save him
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cindytoast404 · 1 day
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ITS SAF CONCERT DAY HOW WE FEELING GUYS
very sad i cant be in la but i’ll for sure be getting the digital ticket!!! :))
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cindytoast404 · 1 day
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Wanted to draw something quickly before the SAF concert, so here's Tatiana 💞
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cindytoast404 · 2 days
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ok place your bets
who is the "other external"?
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cindytoast404 · 2 days
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ONLY 29???? I think I have at least 29 ideas for dyhard fics in my head as we speak. godspeed soldiers I'm gonna be writing so much in the coming week
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cindytoast404 · 2 days
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gwen is just fucking going through it huh
her sad wet cat energy is through the roof in this one
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