so I'm convinced - like, I can't prove it, but I'm convinced this is the case - that whenever I go too long without updating my computer, windows forces a crash on me so it can go "whoopsie daisy! :) since you're already fucked, might as well make you sit here for ten minutes while we install all those updates you said you didn't want! :) won't that be nice?"
like. I had an SSD bricked once by a windows update, so now I push them off for a while, because I know that microsoft pushes glitchy updates. I'm onto them, and I don't want to be their guinea pig.
but! it doesn't matter what my settings are, or for how long I tell windows update to shut up! because eventually, I'll get a bluescreen or a crash or something, and be forced to restart, and when I do windows very cheerfully shoves updates at me without my consent
I think this is intentional. and I fucking hate it.
anyway, this is my conspiracy theory, and my theory is that microsoft sucks
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✨Free to a good home!!! 🐱✨
Looking for someone who enjoys:
Late night soap opera level drama
Debate Club (12am - 2am)
Mysterious thumps in the night
Rattling doors to blur the line between nightmares and reality when you are half asleep
A beautiful singing voice designed to carry kilometres through the jungle
Fight Club (2am-4am)
Snack time (brought to you by the “”””cat proof”””” treat bin)
A sudden desire to throw hands
Priority given to those that are heavily caffeinated, have no love for the concept of sleep, or are afraid of the sun.
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y!dazai is such a silly little guy… i can imagine reader developing stockholm syndrome after a while (which is sadly some cases for kidnapping :( ) but maybe he had gotten bored…
YOU GET IT (silly guy) i'm on it boss 🫡
“You opened a window.”
Your metal fork clattered against the ceramic plate, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I’m sorry..?” you start, inviting him to elaborate.
“The window in our bedroom,” Dazai gently set his fork down. “It’s open.”
Silence engulfs the tiny dinner table, the food you’d spent all day cooking turning cold.
“Were you planning something?”
“No, Osamu,” your voice comes out stern, but polite: The last thing you wanted was to anger the man across from you. “I would never-“
“But you have, remember?” His eyes narrowed, not a single glimmer of mercy to be found. “Last month around this time. Is this going to be a pattern?”
Dazai hated when you didn’t reply, but you weren’t sure what to say. You hadn’t opened a window, nor were you even sure what he was referring to.
“You know what happens when you lie, right?”
“I’m not lying, Daz- Osamu. I wouldn’t leave you; You protect me.”
A long sigh escaped the brunet’s lips. As cute as you could be, he wouldn’t tolerate this behavior. “I invite you into my home, keep you fed and clothed, and this is the thanks I get? A half-baked plan covered by a less than stellar lie. You’ve done better, doll. I expect better, honestly...” Was he mad at your alleged escape or the poor lying?
“Osamu, you mean so much to me-“
“But not enough, yes? You prefer your stupid friends, all of whom up and left you when you lost your job and couldn’t afford to keep your apartment, yes? Who was there to help you?” His narrowed gaze turned harsher, a full-blown glare pointed your way. “Who?”
“Y-you were, Osamu.”
“I was.” A sip of his drink allowed for you to breathe, a moment of reprieve as his throat was too busy to reprimand you. “And after no job would hire you, I allowed you to stay, under the promise you made me that you wouldn’t leave me like everyone else has.”
“I don’t want to leave you-“
“Did I say I was finished?”
You sat up tall, frozen solid as you quickly shake your head. No, he didn’t.
“I allowed you free lodge in exchange for some simple house chores, and this is the thanks I get? A broken promise and a poorly made lasagna,” he gestures down to the dinner you’d made. It was a new recipe, sure, but you didn’t think it turned out that badly..
“I’m sorry, Osamu,” you whispered, afraid you’d break out into tears if you spoke any louder. Your throat felt dry and your body felt stiff — Honestly, a cracked window might help you to just breathe right now.
“I’ll have to punish you for this behavior, you know.”
It wasn’t a question, so you don’t respond. Dazai continues eating, legs crossed and leaning back. He was unfazed and relaxed, which makes sense — you were the one in danger.
As you stared silently down at your hands, fists anxiously gripping the fabric of your pants, Dazai smirked. Maybe he should leave the windows open more often.
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