James

Lvl.22 | 🥸 "The server guy"

[ALUTHEDON @Mbakaza4L]

DO NOT TURN A BLIND EYE TO THIS. HOLY SHIT.

[wonderland.jar News @WLJarNews]

And please, RETWEET THIS. Let it be known. If you are a Minecraft mod creator, we heavily reccomend to take down your mod from CurseForge, and move to Modrinth or Prism Launcher.

#Minecraft #MinecraftMod

[XBOX UK @xboxuk]

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[marqix ☆ @fwmarqix]

Me: sitting quietly in a tiny ramen shop.

Chef: Extra egg?

Me: Sure.

Chef nods with terrifying seriousness.

Friend: Congratulations.

Me: For what.

Friend: You've been chosen.

Me: By WHO.

Chef disappears into kitchen.

Entire staff suddenly start moving faster.

Me: Why did the atmosphere change.

Friend: You complimented the broth too sincerely.

Me: That's bad?

Friend: Now he must prove himself.

Me: This feels illegal.

Chef returns carrying a bowl that looks spiritually important.

Chef: Please.

Me: Why does this ramen have an aura.

Friend already taking photos: I've never seen him use that spoon before.

Me: WHAT SPOON?!

Old customer in corner whispers: "The dragon ladle..."

Me: absolutely not.

Chef watches silently while I take first bite.

long pause

Me: ...oh my God.

Chef closes eyes slowly like a warrior hearing good news from battle.

Random businessman starts clapping once.

Then the whole restaurant joins in.

Me: PLEASE STOP.

Friend wiping tears: He accepted you.

Me: IT'S NOODLES.

[Lee mas sem a zada 🏳️‍⚧️⚢ @leezadademais]

vc sabe que foi foda quando a realidade cria frames de impacto

[James @ForteetroF]

@adilator @SonyPictures You're a clown 🤡

[Don of The Veilguard @_93Don]

FUND THE ARTS!!!

[choppa 🛝 @choppaslide]

He looks like a dictator giving an evil speech

[State of New York @NYGov]

it’s hole filling season

[James @ForteetroF]

@xKaptainVenom @b0gur I heard the ult changes were coming, didn't know they already happened.
Good thing for the longevity of the game I think.

[James @ForteetroF]

@xKaptainVenom @b0gur Fair enough, I honestly think OW after the reboot fixed a ton of issues.
Marvel Rivals has a long way to go, but hopefully they make the game feel more than "who's support can ult first"

[Among Us @AmongUsGame]

MAYBE IF U FOCUSED LESS ON "6 7", YOU COULD GET A "9-5" INSTEAD 🙄

[Cats with Aura 😺 @catwithaura]

THIS CAT IS NAMED PIGEON TURN YOUR SOUND ON

[We don't deserve cats 😺 @catsareblessing]

He’s passing down the tradition 🥺😁

[Culture Crave 🍿 @CultureCrave]

'Overwatch' director Jeff Kaplan on what broke him and made him leave Blizzard:

• Blizzard began focusing too much on 'let's make lots of money really fast' and set hefty revenue goals

• He says he was told if the game didn’t hit the benchmarks, 'we're gonna lay off 1,000 people and that's gonna be on you'

"It was the biggest 'fuck you' moment I've had in my career ... I believed I would never work anywhere besides Blizzard ... and I was like 'we're done here'"

"I wish developers would understand their own value more and stop handing the golden goose to people who don't deserve it"

(via @lexfridman)

[k @alfkkifine]

David sits in his car. The engine is off, but he hasn't moved for ten minutes.

​He is parked in the driveway of the house he pays for, staring at the front door. Inside, the lights are warm. He can see the silhouette of his wife, Sarah, moving in the kitchen. He can see his daughter watching TV. It looks like a perfect life.

​But David isn't soaking it in. He is hyperventilating.
​He grips the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white. He is taking these ten minutes to put the "mask" back on.
​At work today, he lost a major client. The company is downsizing. He might not have a job in three months. The panic is a physical weight on his chest, crushing his lungs. He wants to walk inside, fall into Sarah’s arms, and say, "I’m scared. I don’t know if I can keep holding this up. I need you to tell me it’s going to be okay."
​But he doesn't.

​He remembers three years ago. His mother died. He broke down in front of Sarah. He cried. Really cried. He saw the look in her eyes shift. From comfort to fear.

The "Rock" had crumbled, and she didn't know how to look at him anymore. The attraction faded for months.

​He learned his lesson: He is allowed to be sad, but he is not allowed to be helpless.
​So, in the darkness of the driveway, David swallows the panic. He fixes his tie. He checks his reflection in the rearview mirror and practices the smile. The "I'm fine" smile.
​He opens the car door and walks inside.

​"Hey, honey! You're late," Sarah says, not looking up from her phone. "Did you remember to transfer the tuition fees? The school sent a reminder."
​She didn't bother to ask how he is.

​"Yeah, I did it," David says, kissing her cheek. She accepts the kiss, but she doesn't lean into it. That moment, he felt like he is just part of the furniture. A utility provider that keeps the lights on.

​Later that night, in bed, David reaches out. He runs his hand down her arm, starving for a touch that isn't transactional. He just wants to feel desired. He wants to know he matters.
​Sarah sighs. A heavy, annoyed sigh. "David, I'm exhausted. The kids were a nightmare today. Can we just sleep?"

​He pulls his hand back immediately, humiliated. The "Beggar Dynamic" kicks in. He feels gross for even asking. He turns his back to her, staring at the wall.
​Lying there, in the house he built, next to the woman he loves, David realizes the terrifying truth:
​If he died tomorrow, they would miss him.
But if he went broke tomorrow, hmm...
​He realizes he isn't loved unconditionally like his daughter or the dog. He is on a performance contract. As long as the payments clear, he is allowed to stay.
​He closes his eyes. The panic returns. But he stays silent.

​Because the only safe space he has left is inside his own head.

[Kerem Erdinc @KeremIsWhelmed]

Pro tip: Be very careful who you call nasty words in comp. It might just be Emre’s voice actor who will gleefully publish the quintuple kill he got off you for all to see! Enjoy getting broiled and the L, BlueLobstah😌🫶🏼

[DominioRealX @dominiorealXr]

Aprendí a cocinar por una mentira.

Tengo 32 años.
Mi mamá tiene 61.

Toda mi vida me dijo lo mismo cada vez que iba a visitarla.

—Quédate a comer.

Su comida era increíble.

Sopas calientes.
Arroz perfecto.
Postres caseros.

Yo siempre aceptaba.

Aunque estuviera ocupado.
Aunque ya hubiera comido.

Hace un año empecé a notar algo raro.

La cocina estaba más desordenada.
Las recetas cambiaban.
A veces olvidaba ingredientes.

—Estoy probando cosas nuevas —decía sonriendo.

Un domingo llegué sin avisar.

La encontré sentada en silencio frente a la mesa.

Sin ollas en la estufa.
Sin comida lista.

Me miró sorprendida.

—Pensé que venías más tarde.

Le pregunté qué pasaba.

Tardó en responder.

—Ya no cocino como antes.

—Me canso rápido.
—Se me olvidan pasos.
—Me da miedo equivocarme.

Sentí un nudo en la garganta.

—Entonces… ¿por qué siempre me invitas a comer?

Sonrió bajito.

—Porque si vienes por mi comida… sigues viniendo por mí.

Ese día pedimos domicilio.

Y comimos lento.

Hablando de tonterías.
Como siempre.

Esa noche tomé una decisión.

Empecé a aprender sus recetas.

La llamaba cada semana.

—Mamá, ¿cuánto ajo llevaba esto?
—¿El arroz se tapa o se deja abierto?

Hoy cocino yo.

Ella se sienta en la mesa.

Me mira moverse por la cocina.

Y cuando pruebo el primer bocado, siempre dice lo mismo:

—Te quedó mejor que a mí.

Sé que no es cierto.

Pero también sé otra cosa.

A veces nuestros padres no nos piden compañía.

La disfrazan de costumbre…

para no sentirse una carga.