#Farrow Tech

[officialrailscales]

MP5SD, MP7A1, and….MP7 at home

MP7 at home: • RSB® | Carbon Black

- RS

#RailScales #RSB #Heckler and Koch #HK #MP5 #MP5SD #MP7 #MP7A1 #Keltec #CP33 #CP33 SBR #Farrow Tech #SilencerCo #Osprey Micro #Aimpoint USA #CompM2 #Wilcox Industries CompM Mount #Steiner OTAL-C IR #Aimpoint T1 #LaRue HK660 #Insight Tech #WMX200 Black #B&T #B&T USA #SD-984697-US #B&T MP7 #SD-988010-2-US #B&T MP5SD #BT-21278 #B&T MP5SD Tri-Rail

[starswelcomehim]

i’ve seen reviews where people are like “if we were villians is inaccurate because why do they have whole conversations with shakespeare quotes” but yknow what??? whenever i’m in a show, i can and will make every sentence a reference to whatever show i’m in so…

#if we were villains #this is me outing myself as a theatre kid #i’m such a menace whenever i’m a part of a show #doesn’t matter if it’s tech or onstage i WILL quote the entire script at you #oliver marks #james farrow

[ur-mag]

Woody Allen Is ‘Willing’ to Reconnect With Dylan and Ronan Farrow | In Trend Today

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#Celebrities #Money #Motors #Politics #ShowBiz #Sport #Tech #UK #US #Woody Allen Is ‘Willing’ to Reconnect With Dylan and Ronan Farrow #World

[ruinlost]

Modern verse facts/tidbits:

(ill make a full description of the verse at some point it'll go on the doc when that happens dgs)

Farrow:

>His name is still cipher ,farrow is just a nickname in this verse but he uses it more often than not specially for his online presence

>He has parents in this universe of course,but sadly they have passed, he cant really remember why or what exactly happened to them he just knows they passed away (on top of not being able to remember certain things from his childhood as well)

>He was in foster care for a time and was moved around a lot so he didnt really ever make strong connections to people for a while,and became the quiet kid who became mostly engrossed in his hobbies and games.

>Down the line he meets anhe (tais mom) and taiyang,anhe took him in and they became his first inkling of actual family in a while.

>eventually he meets ren in a rec center when they were young,after a time they do eventually become close!!,another connection he makes. (ren,taiyang and farrow are still very much brothers in this verse as well! hsdg)

>He currently still lives with anhe and tai and works from home hes very much a tech person and assists in what he can with computers and games.

>He also works as a moderator for rens streams !

>Hes still a very quiet person (aka still very much an introvert),and still keeps to himself most times-but he's definitely a bit better with communication here and is doing his best to connect with people now.

Taiyang:

>Still a very adventurous and creative kid who always wishes to learn new things!!

>His father was a bit of a historian in this verse (compared to his main verse where he was and adventurer) who used to travel till he settled down,and would tell him stories of the world and his travels ,before he sadly passes away

>He still dreams about traveling the world some day when hes older one day ,and perhaps even make videos!,just like his dad did!

>He still very much looks up to his dad,mother,and his brothers very much - and wants to be and do the best he can for them!

>He is currently homeschooled ,so he often is found at home or if a family meber takes him out and about!

>Tai tends to wear a little hat on his head when he can ,its very important almost as much as the necklace he wears

>hes a little bit on the shy side here but it doesnt take long for him to open up

#[>Designated destroyer of bots;modern verse] #this got long GESF #brain worms are real...

[mitchipedia]

Ronan Farrow writes an in-depth investigation of NSO, an Israeli cybersurveillance company implicated in many countries’ spying on political opponents and rights advocates.

#NSO #pegasus #surveillance #privacy #cyberwarfare #cybersecurity #police #Israel

[returntosaturn271995]

Sunday, March 31st: Perfect Reset

Goals/Purpose/ Today's Action/Gratitude

Reading:

Opening up your mind, Imagination, art, truth, knowledge, peace

Scar Tissue by Anthony Kiedis

LibGen, Libraries, Book Stores

Writing

Living the examined life, comedy, accountability, art, identity

To-do lists, quotes, notes app

Notebooks, Tumblr, and Writing Software

Cooking

Joy, nourishment, expanding my palette, giving to others, health

Pork Chops with balsamic glaze and farrow with brussell sprouts

Having the money for healthy food, Grocery delivery, whisking

Political Awareness

Staying connected to world, passionate about issues bigger than myself

Crooked + Watching the News

Crooked Media, Jon Stewart, Jon Oliver, Seth Meyers

Loving Relationships

The core of what it means to be alive and human, goodness

Calling family

Makenna, Mom, Lauren, Dad, Zach, Ashley, Maddy, Kiera, Kendall, Monika, The Book Club, my coworkers

Getting Outside

Natural beauty, health, meditation, peacefulness, digital detox

Walking to get my pedicure

The ocean, Kate Sessions, the bay, the bay area, lakes, redwood trees

Dressing w/ Style

Self-expression, creativity, self-confidence

Purple mini skirt suit and white long sleeve, white slides, simple necklace with pearl, pony tail

Fashion pass, extra funds, places to go

Cleaning

Health, environment, self-esteem, self-respect, productivity

Dishes, laundry, trash

Grove Cleaning supplies, vaccums, washing machines and dishwashers

Organization at work

Co-workers, making an impact, money, impact, self-esteem

Power Hour emailing

Excel, amazing opportunities, Box, Sally, Julia, Katie

Yoga

Health, flexibility, spiritual fulfillment, patience, breathing, looks

10-20 minutes of stretches before bed

daily yoga, my body, progress

Meditation

Mental peace and focus, spiritual fulfillment, sanity, kindness, fortitude

Daily Calm, Daily Trip

Calm App, meditation cushions and incense, green room

Comedy

Joy, self-confidence, natural skill

comedians, notes app, open mics

Hydration/Sobriety

Health- physical, mental, spiritual, and sheer vanity

Tea

Loose leaf tea, coffee, nespresso

Skincare

Health, beauty, youth

Hydration, sunscreen, serums, night cream

Modern knowledge, patience for a routine

New Experiences/Travel

Reading new book, trying a new pedicure place, wearing a new outfit, listening to a new meditation, designing a new room, trying a new tea, Denver at the end of the month

Cardio

Mental health, fortitude, looking and feeling amazing, run club

Nike Run Club, running shoes, being near the beach

Sleep

Reset

no tech after 10:30

Books, not having a night shift, wonderful bed

Home Decor

Health, environment, self-esteem, self-respect, productivity, art, beauty, personal style

Buying things for the green room

Amazon, art, plants, Society 6

[muznew]

Watch Dat Mun by Little Fritter

- Artists: Little Fritter DATE CREATED: 2024-03-25 GENRES: Electronica, House, Trance (Main Floor), Tech House, UK Garage / Bassline, Techno (Raw / Deep / Hypnotic) Tracklist : 1. Little Fritter - Watch Dat Mun(Original Mix) 2. SOBSTORY - Help I'm Lost(Original Mix) 3. Half Cut - Noise(Cromby Remix) 4. Kinky Plants - I've Been Waiting(Original Mix) 5. Bushbaby - Rock Upon The Mic(Original Mix) 6. Tommy Farrow - Let's Just(Baron Von Trax Remix) 7. SUCHI - Blåmerke(Extended Mix) 8. Trudge - Eye For An Eye(Original Mix) 9. Little Fritter - Yes Yes Y'all(Original Mix) 10. Little Fritter - Love & Dance(Extended Mix)   Download FileCat Read the full article

[djmusicbest]

Watch Dat Mun by Little Fritter

- Artists: Little Fritter DATE CREATED: 2024-03-25 GENRES: Electronica, House, Trance (Main Floor), Tech House, UK Garage / Bassline, Techno (Raw / Deep / Hypnotic) Tracklist : 1. Little Fritter - Watch Dat Mun(Original Mix) 2. SOBSTORY - Help I'm Lost(Original Mix) 3. Half Cut - Noise(Cromby Remix) 4. Kinky Plants - I've Been Waiting(Original Mix) 5. Bushbaby - Rock Upon The Mic(Original Mix) 6. Tommy Farrow - Let's Just(Baron Von Trax Remix) 7. SUCHI - Blåmerke(Extended Mix) 8. Trudge - Eye For An Eye(Original Mix) 9. Little Fritter - Yes Yes Y'all(Original Mix) 10. Little Fritter - Love & Dance(Extended Mix)   Download FileCat Read the full article

[marklittle31]

PUBLICIST

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#Publicity

[garudabluffs]

Elon Musk’s Shadow Rule

How the U.S. government came to rely on the tech billionaire—and is now struggling to rein him in.

READ MORE https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/08/28/elon-musks-shadow-rule?src=longreads

Ronan Farrow says Elon Musk has become an 'arbiter' of the war in Ukraine

August 24, 2023 LISTEN 43-Minute Listen READ MORE https://www.npr.org/2023/08/24/1195463008/ronan-farrow-says-elon-musk-has-become-an-arbiter-of-the-war-in-ukraine

#Starlink satellites #Ukraine #Elon Musk

[deblala]

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[fearsmagazine]

I'LL BE WATCHING - Review

DISTRIBUTOR: Uncork'd Entertainment

SYNOPSIS:  When Julie’s sister is brutally murdered, she and her tech genius husband, Marcus, move to the country. In order to ensure Julie’s peace of mind and safety he installs the newest version of a top-notch A.I. and security system he developed. When he is called away on a overseas work trip, she gets becomes trapped inside the house and is convinced that the killer is playing a sick game of cat-&-mouse in order to psychological torture her before killing her.

REVIEW: I'LL BE WATCHING at its core is a thriller that embraces contemporary sci-fi elements in the third act. Eliza Taylor carries the film as the terrorized heroine being stalked in a beautiful modern home in a rural location.

The screenplay has a slow burn as it presents numerous red-herrings and the suspense and tension builds. The story focuses on Julie and the characters are in service of creating her character and psychological state. Some of the other characters, like the repairman, postman, and the sheriff appear a few times so Julie has someone to interact with and keep the viewer guessing. I like that the A.I. was named Hera, a reference to the Greek god of marriage, women and family, and the protector of women during childbirth, and it is what is watching over Julie while Marcus is away. In the third act the plot presents a big reveal, which the narrative attempts to keep out of the suspect spotlight, but I had a few problems with it. Clearly there are some excuses to be made as to how the characters did not see it coming. While on my suspect list, the reveal didn’t have the impact it should have had for me due to some of the issues I had with the film’s internal logic. I also had a problem with the dialogue for the A.I. If you have any experience with programs, such as Alexa, Hera just doesn’t stand up. It sounds more like dialogue for a classic robot than a futuristic or state of the art A.I. program. There could be an explanation on the part of the filmmakers for that, but it seems a bit sloppy given how good the rest of the dialogue is.

Actress Eliza Taylor creates a compelling character and does a wonderful job carrying the film. When we meet her after her sister murder, she is still stressed and builds off of that as the terror mounts. Her performance reminded me of some of the early films of Mia Farrow where she played a young terrorized heroine. Post her sister’s murder, Julie is wearing a medical boot and they mention she has a broken ankle. As there is no explanation, I wondered if the actress may have injured herself prior to filming. In the film her character consumes a few glasses of wine and hopefully a few of them were real. Actor Bob Morley plays Julie’s likable husband Marcus. He has issues but he is trying to work on their relationship. Initially you feel for and can empathize with him. Veteran actor David Keith was underutilized in the role of the sheriff. Also, I was disappointed that the cat who played Pepper was not listed in the credits. It has quite a few scenes with Eliza/Julie and a big dramatic moment.

The production values are splendid. I enjoyed the cinematography, the editing creates a good pace, and they take full advantage of the location. The production design on Hera feels like an afterthought, but is okay. The costumes are simple and there are enough of them to help support the passing of time. I enjoyed Mark Sayfritz’s score. It’s just below the surface of the visuals and performance to support the atmosphere and mode of the scene.

The sci-fi thriller I'LL BE WATCHING is a fine piece of filmmaking with captivating performance by Eliza Taylor. The tension and suspense build to a payoff that lacks the shocking impact it should have due to issues with the film’s flawed logic. Given the film’s overall tone, it feels like a movie of the week/Lifetime Channel type of film with more of a PG feel than an R or PG-13 rating. It’s worth taking in given Eliza Taylor’s performance.

CAST: Eliza Taylor, Bob Morley, Seth Michaels, David Keith, Natasha Halevi, Bryan Batt, and CREW: Director - Erik Bernard;  Screenplay - Elisa Manzini & Sara Sometti Michaels; Producers - Sara Sometti Michaels & Seth Michaels; Cinematographer - Thomas Hennessy; Score - Mark Sayfritz; Editor - Jonas Smensgard; Production Designer - Julie Hurwitz; Costume Designer - Elizabeth Kline Bibal; Visual Effects Artist - Ben Hendrickson OFFICIAL: N.A. FACEBOOK: N.A. TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/UtMa2uXUrfk RELEASE DATE: On Digital Platforms May 2nd, 2023

**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay),  or 👎 (Dislike)

Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

#film review #movie review #i'll be watching #uncork'd entertainment #erik bernard #elisa manzini #sara sometti michaels #eliza taylor #bob morley #david keith #sci-fi #science fiction #thriller #horror #joseph b mauceri #joseph mauceri

[major-721]

‘hi reddit i need your help to prove that its not gay to want to make love to my (lt., m29) long time best friend (maj., m26)

‘EDIT no this isnt gay this is normal straight dude stuff stop telling me im bi lol

‘EDIT TWO okay yeah so im kind of bi and i have a bf now the sex is great i love him’

#tallster #benjamin tallmadge #caleb brewster #ben tallmadge #i said this to farrow already but it’s too funny not to post #imagine the show but reddit exists. not the rest of the tech just reddit specifically. #721.txt

[giveawayplan]

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[deadpatrol]

8!!

Title: Orphan Obliterator

Tags: Phil & Techno, Techno & Tommy, AU - Canon Divergence, Found Family, Families of Choice, SBI family, fix it, fluff, crack treated seriously, Technoblade adopts Tommy, thats it thats the fic

Summary: Technoblade’s title, Orphan Obliterator, is a poor translation. In Piglin culture, the title is only given to those who take on the orphan farrows of the hoard as their own. A fact which Tommy only discovers after it’s too late and Technoblade is furiously trying to adopt him.

Obliterate: (transitive verb) to remove from existence; destroy utterly all trace, indication, or significance of

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Even as king of the Antarctic Empire, Technoblade still finds himself hounded by the prejudice of Overworlders. He had hoped that social opinion would change after he and Phil established themselves as rulers here. With a Nether Mob and an Overworlder together on the throne, leading an empire as one, he had foolishly assumed that people would have no choice but to look upon his kin as equals. Of course, things are changing, but progress never came swiftly. Slowly but surely, acceptance for Nether Mobs and other non-Overworlders is taking root, but social reform takes time. A war such as this can’t be won in just one battle.

Although, Technoblade can’t truthfully claim he dislikes the way crowds cower and split like water when he walks the busy market streets. The whispers of fear and awe that reach his ears as the empire’s people pass around stories of his bloody victories make him huff and swell with pride. But every time he enters a diplomatic meeting and presents his full title, he sees the way the Overworlder’s expressions harden with repulsion and he is overcome with a particularly vicious kind of rage.

“Tech,” Phil sighs, wiping his sword clean with his Antarctic robes, leaving a smear of red stains across the pale blue fabric. “We can’t keep murdering all our potential trading partners.”

“I’ll stop killin’ them when they stop deservin’ it,” Technoblade responds, ear flicking in annoyance. “Not like we needed ‘em anyway. Thirty-two emeralds? I can singlehandedly farm double the crops for half that price.”

Phil laughs, the bright and fond kind that shakes his shoulders and flutters his dark wings. “Alright, mate. Whatever you say.”

Would it be easier to simply leave his more controversial title out of political introductions? Absolutely. It’s not like he has any lack of impressive-sounding titles to fill the space. He’s earned a whole collection of them over the years: Blood God, Ruler of the Antarctic Empire, World Conqueror — none of which seem to receive the same vehement reaction as his first and most treasured title.

However, Technoblade is nothing if not built of pride and spite. Rather than quietly leave it out, Technoblade spends the next several days in the armory basement over an anvil inscribing the title onto every single blade he owns.

Technoblade refuses to let anyone shame him for his title or the recognition of the deed it represents. He doesn’t understand why Overworlders hate Orphan Obliterator in particular so much. It’s a mystery to him how anyone could be against taking in orphaned children, destroying the significance of being orphaned, but it’s never been said that bigotry is based in good sense.

So many years later, Technoblade still vividly recalls the way he earned the title. The memory doesn’t start pretty. He was gathering mushrooms in a crimson forest when he found them. Craters gouged into the trees and ground with explosive force. Tiny tufts of wool caught on the ragged edges of blast marks. An entire sounder of piglins left nothing more than smears of blood, hardly distinguishable from the russet netherrack beneath his hooves. A pit, dug two blocks deep and two blocks wide. A farrow of baby piglins huddled inside.

This sort of loss wasn’t uncommon. But that didn’t make it any less of a tragedy.

The baby piglins were skittish and violent. When he approached, the four of them packed themselves into the far corner, making themselves as small as possible. When he got too close, they didn’t hesitate to lunge at him with a flash of small tusks and furious squealing. He emptied his inventory of half a stack of shiny gold nuggets before they trusted him enough to let him near.

The hard part was convincing the baby piglins to follow him home. Everything else came easy.

When they finally reached the bastion remnant where Technoblade’s sounder resided, they took to the place like they ruled it. Their wild, childish energy was well spent racing up and down the stairs, exploring every inch of the blackstone structure. Getting them to sit still again proved to be a challenge. Their attention caught on the horde of gold blocks in the treasure room, but the lustrous sheen of gold only held them in place long enough to get a single bowl of mushroom stew in them before they raced off again.

Once their energy finally crashed, the four baby piglins slept for hours huddled together in the warm glow of the lava pools. Technoblade found himself caught in the middle of their pile, trapped by the small forms sprawled and curled across his lap. He didn’t dare move for fear of waking them. Not that he would have gone anywhere if given the opportunity, plagued as he was by a worry of something terrible happening to them.

One of the sounder’s elders would later tell him this was normal for first time parents.

The sounder raised them together, of course. All baby piglins are raised by the community. No one expected Technoblade to raise them on his own, hardly more than a juvenile himself and with no parental title to speak of. The four of them were adored by all in the sounder, but there was only one person they came to when they won their first spar, killed their first hunt, forged their first gold.

Every time Technoblade heard the clatter of small hooves against blackstone, he found a grin forming on his face and a snort of fond greeting rattling his chest. He couldn’t be more proud of seeing what they would grow up to become, each a stronger fighter, a wiser tactician, and an ally more loyal than the last.

It felt like hardly any time passed at all before he couldn’t call them farrows anymore. They had all grown up, each a strong member of the sounder that he was proud to call sounder.

Not even the day after their adulthood celebration, they presented him with the title. They hadn’t even left the podium when they dragged him out from the crowd of the sounder and up to stand with them in the soft light of the glowstone platform. Technoblade cast a questioning glance to the elder at the head of the crowd and received no answer but a knowing smirk in response.

The four of them squealed like the children they no longer were, dancing around one another in their excitement. One of them tugged playfully on his ear, distracting him just long enough for the tallest to reach up and place something on his head. Only then did they fall into a rare moment of stillness, watching him expectantly. Technoblade gingerly raised a hand to the mystery object, feeling the shape of spiked prongs and the smooth texture of well-forged gold. A crown.

In front of all the sounder they had come to call their own, they presented him with a crown and a title. Technoblade, Orphan Obliterator.

The sounder bellowed in celebration and scuffed their gold boots against the bastion’s blackstone floor. The children, now grown, pulled him into their arms and refused to let him go.

If any in the sounder, years down the line, would retell the story to future farrows and claim that he cried, they would certainly be lying. Or at least, that’s what Technoblade would argue with a flush of embarrassment staining his cheeks.

In the freezing Antarctic, far from the warm glow of the Nether’s lava pools, Technoblade wears his crown with devotion and bears each of his swords unrepentantly engraved with the title he is proudest of. If overworlders have an issue with that, that’s their problem.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The click of tiny hooves on blackstone sounds nothing like worn sneakers on creaky floorboards, but they might as well be the same for the feeling they evoke in Technoblade’s chest.

From the very moment he arrived, Tommy hadn’t hesitated to storm through the cabin like he owned the place — immediately proceeding to insist that he does, in fact, own the place. Loudly and repeatedly.

The kid claimed residency by sheer force of will and incredibly annoying persistence, and there’s hardly been a moment of quiet in the small, snowy cabin since. Even now, there’s a constant stream of muttering floating down the attic ladder to reach Technoblade’s ears. The kid seems to never stop talking, even if just to himself.

Technoblade’s eyes reach the bottom of the page and he realizes that he hasn’t read a word. His ear flicks in annoyance as he realizes he’s been distracted by listening in to the muffled ruckus coming from upstairs. He huffs and returns his attention to the top of the page once more, trying to enjoy the relative peace while it lasts.

Chests creak open and closed. The kid screeches and his rapid speech picks up an impossible pace. There’s a thud as a tiny body jumps from a high shelf to the floor, or maybe a furnace. A series of thumps and crashes rattle against the floorboards, a rhythmic pattern broken by quick missteps. Maybe parkour, maybe dancing.

It’s a strange sort of comfort. As long as he can hear Tommy shuffling around and muttering to himself, then he can be sure Tommy is alive and safe. If there’s one thing to be certain of, the kid doesn’t hesitate to scream when he’s in actual danger. Or even when he’s not.

A month ago, Technoblade would have claimed that Philza was the only person he could bear to be around for more than a day without resorting to violence. Phil is quiet. Phil doesn’t touch his things without asking. Phil doesn’t get hung up on committing some minor terrorism. Phil is strong enough to take care of himself. Phil doesn’t take unnecessary risks. Technoblade likes Phil because Phil is easy. It doesn’t take much to make the man safe and happy.

Tommy steals everything within arms reach and then climbs a shelf to reach the rest, tearing through stockpiles of gapples and potions faster than Technoblade can replenish them. He’s constantly throwing himself into danger with open arms. He’s loud, and annoying, and inconsiderate. Worst of all, he makes it very difficult for Technoblade to keep him safe and happy.

Tommy is everything Phil isn’t. Honestly, Technoblade doesn’t understand how they are related.

There’s a resounding crash from upstairs that rattles all of the windows in their frames. The sound startles Technoblade badly enough that he drops the book he hasn’t been reading. Without stopping for a single beat, the chaos continues. Technoblade doesn’t even get to begin to worry.

“I’m okay! Don’t come up! Don’t come up!” Tommy screeches, followed by a burst of laughter. “Oh shit, oh shit.”

“Tommy. What are you doing?” Technoblade shouts back, bringing a hand up to rub at the headache forming along the bridge between his eyes.

“I’m puttin’ it back, I swear!” Tommy assures, and Technoblade doesn’t feel reassured in the slightest.

Technoblade stands, dog-earing the very same page he was on when he picked the book up before placing it back on the shelf. Clearly he’s not getting any reading done today, so he might as well start cooking dinner. The shuffling upstairs continues, joined by the distinct clatter of item frames.

Technoblade leans under the ladder hole before he shouts up, “You better not have ruined another poster!”

The shuffling stops and he is only met with incriminating silence.

Technoblade sighs.

Tommy answers a beat too late to come off anything other than guilty. “So what if I did? No one wants to see your ugly face anyways!”

Technoblade elects not to respond to that. Instead, he crosses the room to the cabin’s make-shift kitchen. It’s a tiny thing, squeezed into the corner of the room between a clutter of potion brewing stands and a wall of chests stacked to the ceiling. While Technoblade would be just as content to eat nothing but furnace-cooked potatoes for the rest of his life, something about having Tommy in his house and not feeding him better just feels… wrong. The kid is thin enough as it is, he needs to build his strength.

There’s a single block of cobblestone inexplicably placed in front of the smoker. Technoblade huffs and pulls a pickaxe from a chest to clear it away without a second thought. Finding random blocks of cobblestone and dirt in inconvenient places has become the norm. Tommy insists it’s not his fault that all of Technoblade’s valuables are stored in the top chests that he can’t reach. Technoblade could only heave a deep sigh and shake his head, turning away to hide his traitorous grin.

Paying no mind to the steady stream of noise continuing upstairs, Technoblade searches through the chests until he finds what he’s looking for. The last time Philza came to visit, he brought a bundle of fresh-caught cod wrapped in wax paper and twine. As Phil shoved the parcel into Technoblade’s arms, he complained about having nothing better to do than fish from his balcony while stuck under house arrest.

Technoblade smiles at the memory. He hopes Philza makes good on his promise to escape L’Manberg and leave the place behind for good sooner rather than later. It would be nice to live in the same house as his old friend again. Not to mention Tommy would probably do well to have his dad around more often. Technoblade is a little concerned about Tommy having been out on his own without a parent for this long already. Although, Tommy did have his older brother Wilbur to look after him up until his death. And after that, well. Things got complicated.

Technoblade lights a fire in the smoker and sets the cod to cook, then he sets about cutting a loaf of bread into slices. There’s still plenty of time before the cod is done, so Techno peruses through the chests for something else to add to the meal and busy his hands with. He lifts the lid of yet another chest and pauses at the sight of a small collection of red and brown mushrooms.

How long has it been since he’s made mushroom stew? Too long, certainly.

Gingerly, he pulls the mushrooms out and begins the simple task of dicing them up. He finds it’s not long before the comforting, repetitive motion lulls him into a pleasant calm. The rest of the world drops away, the only thing that matters is the soft fungus beneath his fingertips and the quiet slide of the knife against the cutting board. When he finally drops the mushroom chunks into a pot and sets it to simmer, he stops for a moment to stand over the broth and simply breathe. The steam is warm against his face and the smell it carries is achingly familiar, immediately reminding him of warm lava pools, blackstone walls, the chitter of ghasts, home.

The peace is broken by a clatter of dishes and silverware. Turning to follow the noise, Technoblade finds Tommy standing at the cabin’s one and only table. The maps, quills, and inkwells that were previously neatly arranged there have been stacked in a haphazard pile, shoved on top of a nearby anvil. Tommy’s frozen in place with his arms full of bowls, plates, and silverware, looking like he’s been caught stealing. Which is strange, considering Technoblade has caught him stealing many times, but never seen him look like that.

Through the fog of serenity in his head, it takes Technoblade longer than he’d like to admit before he realizes that he didn’t even hear Tommy come down the ladder.

Tommy chuckles, the sound quickly dispelling any lingering hesitation the kid might have displayed. “Looked like you were having a moment over there, big man. Hyperfocusing on some potatoes, eh?”

Technoblade only gives a quiet hum in response. He’s not sure how else to respond to that, and he doesn’t feel much like talking anyway. That’s fine enough by Tommy, because the kid proceeds to fill every quiet moment with uninterrupted chatter.

“Came down when I smelled you were cookin’. What is it, anyway? Smells like fish. You know, Wilbur was married to a fish for a while. Never brought her around much, though. Said she was busy, being a salmon, migrating upstream and all that. I think he was just embarrassed. Sometimes he’d come home smelling like fish, though. That’s disgusting, I’d tell him. He’d just call me a child who doesn’t understand love. What a dick. And you don’t even want to know what he was like when he was pregnant. Oh my god. The mood sings, Techno, the mood swings. You would not believe.”

Technoblade watches Tommy as he slowly circles the table, laying out the dishes and cutlery seemingly without order. The rickety thing tilts when he sets a bowl on it, one table leg just barely lifting off the floor. Tommy doesn’t seem to notice though, moving on without a pause in his chatter, rambling on about anything that crosses his mind.

Letting the steady stream of noise wash over him, Technoblade checks the smoker. The cod is finished cooking, so he pulls out a serving plate and deftly transfers the fish onto it. When he turns to move towards the table, he finds Tommy is suddenly by his side. Tommy’s got his hands out, fingers impatiently flexing towards the platter of cod.

Tommy interrupts himself in the middle of another speech about why oak is the best kind of wood and how everyone who disagrees with him is wrong to insist, “Give it here, I got it.”

Technoblade hands the plate off to an inordinately pleased Tommy, a smirk tugging at his own lips. Tommy goes on, switching topics yet again, this time to talk about how Niki makes the best bread, and how much he misses her cakes, and how Techno could make bread for years and never be as good as Niki, unless he made potato bread, maybe, but probably not even then.

Technoblade ladles out two bowls of mushroom stew and carries them carefully to the table.

“Finally!” Tommy cries, snatching up his fork and spoon with enthusiasm as Technoblade takes a seat.

When Tommy stretches across the table to stab a chunk of cod with his fork, Technoblade’s eyes catch on gaunt fingers and wrist bones protruding visibly under ridden up shirt sleeves.

Tommy is thin. Too thin.

Tommy’s gotten better in the month that he’s been living here, filling out more and more with each full meal Technoblade puts in front of him. But the memory of the bruised and starved kid he found living under his basement is still fresh in Technoblade’s mind. He can’t shake the image of hollow cheeks, stark ribs under t-shirts that should have fit, and dark smudges under dull eyes.

It makes the voices in his head more… distracting.

Technoblade remembers the day he first discovered Tommy. He only made the mistake of yelling Tommy’s name once. Never again. Not after the way Tommy flinched and fell abruptly silent, freezing in place except for the way eyes snapped to Technoblade, waiting. Apprehensive. Afraid.

Technoblade left the room without a word after that. He took deep breaths until his vision cleared enough that he could see again, then he made the trek out to his small farm. Each downswing slammed his hoe into the dirt with brutal force, pressed on by a white-knuckled grip and arms that shook with fury.

That awful, ringing silence is burned into his memory. Compared to that, the constant chatter is a welcome balm.

Technoblade is supposedly retired, so rather than take out his emotions with his more usual methods, he channels his fury into cooking. That first night, Technoblade made more food than a single piglin and a malnourished teenager could possibly eat. It didn’t help that Tommy was already full before the meal was finished, stealing bits of food before they had even finished cooking at every opportunity when Technoblade had his back turned. The second night wasn’t much better.

At first, Tommy was weirded out by Technoblade cooking food for him. He very clearly didn’t know how to deal with someone else providing food for him. But within the week it had become something expected. When dinner is even a minute late, Tommy can be counted on to remind Technoblade with endless pestering.

At least once a day now, Tommy will barge into the living room and slump boneless, draping himself across the entire couch and often Technoblade himself. He whines about how hungry he is, how he hasn’t eaten in hours, how he’s starving. Every time Technoblade has to take a moment to hold himself back. He has to very sternly remind himself that Overworlder culture is different. There is no communal parenting here. Trying to parent someone else’s kid is considered a social transgression. Just because his instincts are screaming at him to care for Tommy doesn’t mean Philza would necessarily appreciate Technoblade parenting his kid. Tommy isn’t just some orphan kid up for grabs. He already has a dad.

“Are you going to eat, or what?” Tommy asks, his words muffled through a mouthful of bread.

Technoblade blinks, coming back to himself in the present. He realizes he hasn’t eaten a single bite of the food in front of him.

Technoblade huffs, exasperated by his own distractibility. “Just thinkin’.”

“Clearly. Got big things on your mind?” Tommy asks, gesturing with his spoon and sending a splatter of mushroom stew across the table. “Me too, me too. So many big things. Big plans, you know?”

The table tips on its uneven leg when Tommy puts his elbows on the table. He rests his weight into the rickety thing so he can lean across the length of it to stare intently at Technoblade. It makes Technoblade just a bit uncomfortable to have all of that attention focused on him.

“What’s on your mind, Blade? Tell me.” Tommy makes it sound more like a demand than a question.

“Why isn’t Phil takin’ care of you?” The question spills from Technoblade before he can think better of it.

“Phil?” Tommy asks, his eyebrows screwing up in bewilderment. “Why would the old man give a fuck about what I’m doing?”

Technoblade pauses, his brain scrambling to keep up with this new development. Is this an Overworlder thing? Or has Technoblade severely underestimated his friend’s parenting ability?

Taking a moment to recover, Technoblade speaks slowly, trying to catch up to the conversation. “Because… you’re his kid? That’s how human families work? The parents take care of their kids?”

Technoblade thought Philza was an alright dad, at the very least. Wilbur always spoke highly of him. Does he need to reevaluate his whole perspective of his best friend? Fuck, can he even call a man who neglects kids his best friend?

Tommy bursts out laughing. His bright, startled peals of laughter quickly disintegrate into stuttering as Tommy tries to get words out. “Ph— I— Wh— No! Phil isn’t my dad? What the fuck?!”

“Heeh?” Technoblade scrambles to keep up with the conversational whiplash. “Wilbur said you were his brother!”

“Like!” Tommy screeches, throwing himself backwards onto two legs of his chair with the force of his laughter. “Like a brother! <i>Like,</i> dickhead! We’re not related! Oh my god!”

Tommy’s chair tips dangerously, and Technoblade has to lock all of his muscles to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing the kid before he falls.

“I don’t know!” Technoblade puts his head in his hands, hiding his face. He’s partly embarrassed, partly confused, and mostly struggling to shut his instincts the fuck down. “I always just assumed that Phil had another kid after the whole Antarctic Empire thing!”

Tommy’s chair legs slam back into the floor. Both of Tommy’s hands are pressed to the table now as he leans his weight into the rickety thing, lifting himself half out of his seat. His chest puffs up and he grins.

“I don’t have a family. I raised myself, bitch,” Tommy declares, and he sounds proud.

There’s a beat before the words quickly click into place in Technoblade’s brain.

Technoblade lifts his head out of his hands just enough to peer up at Tommy. “…You’re an orphan?”

Technoblade catches the way Tommy freezes dead in his tracks. The room falls more silent and still than Technoblade ever thought possible.

The voices in Techno’s head clamber louder.

“No.” The denial falls flatly off Tommy’s tongue after a stretch of silence. He sounds utterly sure of himself, like everyone else should believe him too. “I didn’t say that.”

TOMMY

WHAT DID HE SAY

ORPHAN POG

PROTECT

HELP HIM

TOMMY

FREE CHILD POG

UP FOR GRABS

FREER THAN A FREE SAMPLE AT COSTCO

TOMMY

Technoblade looks up fully from his hands. Tommy’s still got his hands on the table, but they’re stiff and frozen in place. His fingers twitch and fidget with repressed movement. Tommy’s eyes flick around, never settling on one thing for more than a second, but always coming back to watch Technoblade warily.

“Tommy,” Technoblade tries again.

Tommy tenses.

Technoblade takes a breath. He gathers every ounce of social skill he’s never had and tries to make his voice sound earnest, but it only comes out flat. “Are you an orphan?”

Technoblade watches Tommy’s eyes flick to the side. Technoblade follows his gaze, and it lands on the front door.

There’s a snap second before Technoblade realizes what is about to happen.

“Tommy, wait—!”

Tommy is already vaulting out of his chair, using his braced hands to launch himself sideways. The force of it sends the table flipping downwards, sending silverware flying into the air. Technoblade immediately steps back and raises his arm to shield himself from the flying dishes. A bowl clatters to the ground, spilling mushroom stew in a splatter all over the floor.

With this new information, Techno’s new and immediate goal and overpowering instinct is to adopt Tommy, regardless of how Tommy himself feels about that prospect.

Techno doesn’t understand why Tommy is so skittish, thinking it’s just because of their past, and Tommy’s trauma, and because that’s just how chaotic Tommy has always been. Tommy fully believes that Techno is going to murder him. Tommy immediately is terrified of Techno and tries to escape him and avoid him at all costs. Techno panics and asks for Phil’s help finding him. Phil and Techno catch Tommy. Tommy screams and fights, thinking Techno is about to murder him.

Tommy: “Don’t fucking touch me! I’ll kill you, you bitch!”

Technoblade very rapidly found himself enamored with Tommy, only somewhat against his will. Technoblade really didn’t want to like Tommy, but of course, he found himself liking the kid anyway.

Techno explains the title. Phil and Tommy are both shocked.

Techno: “Heeh? You thought I murdered so many orphans that I got an award for it?! And you still let me rule an empire?!”

Philza: “I don’t know! Yeah? I guess!”

The only thing Techno wants is for the people he cares about to be safe and happy. Literally nothing else matters. The rest of the world and everything in it can go to hell. This is maybe a result of his being raised in piglin culture.

(Techno doesn’t know what Dream did to Tommy in exile, and Tommy insists that Dream is his friend, but he knows enough to know it was bad. At this point, Tommy still somewhat believes and adamantly insists that Dream is his friend, the only one who visited him in exile, the only one who cared.)

Techno makes Tommy gifts, enchanted swords and armor and things that will keep him safe, and though Tommy steals them before Techno can give them to him.

The discs will make Tommy happy, so Techno gets him those fucking discs. He plays it off as him holding up his end of the deal, Tommy gets his discs and Techno gets to destroy L'Manberg. Techno doesn’t let on that these are both a win-win for Techno because the only reason he wants either of them is because they are in the name of making Tommy safe and happy.

Techno wants to destroy L'Manberg. He knows Tommy has an emotional connection to the place, so he very awkwardly tries to be sensitive and tells Tommy he doesn't have to help. Tommy doesn't want to upset Tubbo or the people of L'Manberg, so Techno tries to keep all the things he does that will upset those people at least semi-away from Tommy. Techno spends a majority of his time hidden away from people, farming, restoring the supplies that have dwindled after a long hibernation and the addition of one thieving, food hoarding raccoon boy to his house. This does not a socially aware person make. He tries his best. But goddamn.

(People only ever want to use Techno for their own ends. They don't give a damn about the things he has to say. They tell him how smart he is when he's helping them, but as soon as he says something that contradicts their ideals, they refuse to listen to reason.)

Tommy goes back to L'Manberg and Tubbo and everyone/everything who ever hurt him, setting himself up for unhappiness and putting himself directly in harm's way and opening his arms in welcome. This makes Techno furious and distraught. Techno’s farrow is in the dangerous place. Instincts Gone Wild.

Doomsday, yada yada yada

Post-resurrection, Tommy ends up back at Techno's house following Ranboo. Tommy arrives expecting bloodshed and yelling and anger if Techno catches him, but there's nothing like that at all. Techno is pretty chill about it, all things considered. Under the surface, Techno is just frantically shoving every instinct into a box and screaming at them to shut up. Tommy does NOT want to be his sounder. That is VERY CLEAR. Overworlder culture is different, and he’s gotta respect that. So STOP TRYING TO FEED TOMMY, DAMNIT.

Tommy is not Techno's kid. The voices in his head insist otherwise.

Suspicious of Techno's lack of anger and apparent grudge, he starts doing things to purposefully push his luck and piss Techno off, trying to find the limit. Techno is uncomfortable with how observant Tommy's being and how close he is to coming across the carefully hidden truth: Techno cares about Tommy. When it comes to people he cares about, he will do anything to make them safe and happy. The care is rare and unwillingly formed, he doesn't choose the people he cares about, and that care never goes away once it's formed. He doesn't like people knowing that, because if they do they could abuse the hell out of it.

Tommy expects to have to fight or prove himself to be allowed to live in Techno's home again after betraying him TWICE (the first time was his only second chance, and Techno won't be so willing to overlook his grudge again, surely), but is warily surprised when Techno lets him in with some surface grumbling but without any real fight. Tommy won’t stop watching him warily. Techno hates it. Tommy realizes that Techno took him in after they betrayed him during the Manberg war, and he's taken him in again now after being betrayed for Tubbo before Doomsday. He wonders if there's anything he could do to get techno to ACTUALLY be mad at him and starts pushing his luck to find out, but is shocked to find that the limit nearly does not exist.

Techno takes off his armor. Techno is always wearing full netherite, he never takes it off. It makes him incredibly uncomfortable and unsafe. But after everything, netherite armor makes Tommy uncomfortable. So away the armor goes.

Techno just lies half on top of Tommy, like a big cat, refusing to move.

Techno and Tommy encounter one of Techno’s kids in the nether: Glowdelta, Magmicedge, Gildedbeast, Warpedforetress.

Ranboo, adoption 2, electric boogaloo

Ranboo expresses to Phil that he’s worried about Techno meeting Michael. Phil laughs and assures Ranboo that Techno is the LAST person he needs to worry about.

#dsmp fic #my writing #unfinished bits #c!Tommy #c!Techno #bedrock bros

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Your "goodreads" lists, or similar, please!

Thank you!

Law / Politics:

We See It All - Jon Fasman

In Deep - David Rohde

The Great Political Theories vol. I & II - Michael Curtis

Doing Justice - Preet Bharara

Until Justice Be Done - Kate Masur

Strategy / Defense:

La Mesure de la Force - Martin Motte

Les Guerres de l'Ombre de la DGSI - Alex Jordanov

Diriger la CIA - John O. Brennan

Why Spy - Brian Stewart

The Spymasters - Chris Whipple

KGB & DGSE - Serguei Jirnov & François Waroux

Geopolitics:

Dictionnaire Amoureux de la Géopolitique - Hubert Védrine

L'Affolement du Monde - Thomas Gomart

L'année Stratégique - Pascal Boniface

La Géopolitique - Pascal Boniface

Economics:

Money - Jacob Golstein

La Valse Économique - Éric Cohen & Richard Robert

Money and Power - Vince Cable

Freakeconomics - Steven D. Lewitt

Tech:

Amusing Ourselves To Death - Neil Postman

Science:

Why We Sleep - Matthew Walker

Learning How To Learn - Barbara Oakley & Terrance Sejnowski

Seven Briefs Lessons of Physics - Carlo Rovelli

Psy / Neurology:

Think Again - Walter Sinnott-Amstrong

The Power of Habits - Charles Duhigg

Grit - Angela Duckworth

Non-Fiction:

Factfulness - Hans Rosling

A Promised Land - Barack Obama

Madam Secretary - Madeleine Albright

Catch and Kill - Ronan Farrow

My Beloved World - Sonia Sotomayor

Bullet Journal - Ryder Carroll

Simone Veil - Une Vie

War On Peace - Ronan Farrow

21 Lessons - Yuval Noah Harari

Numbers Don't Lie - Vaclav Smil

Compter Sur Soi - Ralph Waldon

Educated - Tara Westover

The Power of Now - Eckhart Tolle

Seven Habits of Highly Effective People - Stephen Covey

Atomic Habits - James Clear

Settle For More - Megyn Kelly

A Higher Loyalty - James Comey

How To Win Friends & Influence People - Dane Carnegie

Becoming - Michelle Obama

On Violence and Violence Against Women - Jacqueline Rose

Dedicated - Pete Davis

L'Ange Exterminateur (on Bernard Arnault) - Airy Routier

Fiction:

To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee

The Firm - John Grisham

Vis-à-Vis - Peter Swanson

The Prince - Niccolo Machiavelli

#I've got more on my shelves but that is The Most I'm willing to list. #books