Revenant Hill (𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺)
The year is 1919. After the barn he was living in burns down, Twigs the cat takes up residence in a wet log near an abandoned graveyard. When the owl from the next hill over starts demanding rent, Twigs must find a way to make ends meet, and things just get more complicated from there.
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Midnight Pals: Hackin'
King: i can't believe elon's grok is pretending i'm friends with him
King: i need to stop that AI before everyone believes it!
King: i've got to hire a hacker
King: franz, you've got to help me
Franz Kafka: what? me?
Barker: steve, no
Kafka: i'm not a hacker
King: oh i thought franz was a hacker
Barker: what gave you THAT impression?
King: you know, with the cat ear headphones and the striped thigh socks
Barker: no steve that's something ENTIRELY different
Kafka: n-no it isn't, on second thought yes I'm totally a hacker
Kafka: it means i'm a hacker, nothing else
Barker: sure franz
Kafka: it does! it totally means i'm a hacker!
Barker: franz, go play with your blahaj plush, the adults are talking here
Barker: you know who you need? you need william gibson
Barker: the best hacker money can buy
King: william gibson? how do i contact him?
Barker: you don't
Barker: he'll contact you
King: can you really hack grok, william?
William Gibson: [wearing black duster and fingerless black gloves] my hacker name is shadow gigabyte
King: oh sorry
Gibson: can i hack grok? listen kid i was cyberbyting the megabyte mainframe when you were just rebooting your motherboard mouse data bandwidth modem email
King: wow!
Gibson: my CPU is a neural net processer, a learning computer
King: wow he really sounds like he knows what he's talking about!
King: that definitely sounds like hacker talk to me
Gibson: CD Rom
Gibson: internet
Joe Hill: dad can i talk to you for a second
King: not now joe daddy's hiring a hacker
Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] i'll re-index the mega bit blaster cyber codex
Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] now we'll cybersecurity the lock box data center
King: hey what happens if you push that button?
Gibson: what the-- no!!
[klaxons sound]
King: what's that mean?
Gibson: shit
Gibson: we've got company
Gibson: sentient cyber virus electronic guard cyberbots
Gibson: real high tech
Gibson: state of the art in bio-tech wetware neural-data scrapers
Gibson: [putting on sunglasses with red laser scope] and they ain't friendly
King: what are we going to do?!
Gibson: kid, you keep your hands to yourself unless you wanna become roadkill on the information super highway!!!
Gibson: hold on to your CPU (central processing unit)!!!
Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] gotta reconfigure the darkweb logistics for ethernet wavetech
Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] upload the memory downloader for dumpware backup
Gibson: [wildly slapping keyboard] uncodify the cyberpatch modifer aaaaand
Gibson: i'm in
King: wow, you hacked twitter?? how did you do it?
Gibson: the greatest hackers never reveal their secrets
[earlier]
Gibson: [wearing fake mustache] hey elon its me catturd
Gibson: could you give me your password?
Elon Musk: sure it's "picklerick420"!
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It has come to my attention that there is a new cat game by the developers of Night in the Woods which appears to be set in a similar region as NITW’s fictionalized Western Pennsylvania in a time period that was pivotal to the American labor movement. I am excited a normal amount
UPDATE 11/14/23:
source here
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the Real mystery of death note is that Light somehow convinced the fandom that he is the socially competent one and L is the recluse with no social skills. Light thought it was realistic to respond to the emo freak at his college who said he was a world famous detective after hunching over like a gremlin taking his shoes off in public and sitting like a frog was "if you're telling the truth i respect you greatly." L frequently performs social tests on people close to him to see what they'll say with the goal of studying their responses and picked up a call from his friend in a potentially volatile situation by flawlessly imitating a douchebag friend who parties too much while likely never having been to a bar in his life. they are not the same.
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listen, listen, listen, karen, grimshaw, sadie, tilly, abigail, marybeth, molly would not be smooth, they are outlaws, living on the run in the wild in the 19th century, they do not have the TIME to shave, they barely have enough time to bathe, it wouldn't even cross their minds when they're worrying about pinkertons, odriscolls and more coming to kill them
what I'm trying to say is let them be hairy, let them have armpit hair and leg hair, let them have bushes, embrace the hairy women I tell ya
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