Oil shall spill today, warriors. I have prepared a small list of 1200 blogs that have to be destroyed today. Our target has approximately 11,000 bots at their disposal. Chances are, if we flag these 1200 bots, we kill all 11,000.
Now, before we begin, I have to assign each of you a role.
Desktop Warriors:
Your mission is to go to @stage3war There you will find lists corresponding to zodiac signs. Join your zodiac division and flag those bots. Mind you, all these bots have porn on them. Feel free to report comments if this is not for you.
Mobile (app) Warriors:
We have for 99%, eradicated the ‘howdy’ bots that once plagued our notes. Some of you have pointed out that they have ‘evolved’ and have started posting different comments ’click here to find a fuckbuddy’ etc. I can assure everyone that the bots haven’t evolved. Those comments simply become more apparent now that we have destroyed the Howdy Legion. It’s just another Porn Bot Lord of whom we shall witness their cries on their pathetic forums. Your task is to report comments and/or purge link posts.
Victory is ours!
TIP: If you are on desktop purging the lists, like the post first. Then go to tumblr.com/likes. Otherwise clicking the usernames will only bring you to your dashboard.
All the bots listed are dead… already. That was surprisingly easy!
You press your hand against the entrance, as the stone begins to glow. It seemed to be reading the marks on your arm. The gargantuan boulder began to split at seams that were not previously there and opened up like a door. You walked inside to find a long corridor carved from stone. Clearly man-made, but evidently over millions of years old. As you enter, the door reseals behind you, and you are shrouded in complete darkness. This wasn’t like any of the other vault’s you’ve found. Continue to walk through the corridor, passing through what seemed like dozens of other hallways branching off from the main hall. The corridor finally opened up, and you found yourself in what looked like a throne room. Gold was piled high, and in the center, an extravagant throne covered in large eridium shards of all shapes. You noticed, though, that one was missing just above the head of the throne. You took the slab of eridium out of your pocket and balanced it in your hand. You had always had this, ever since you were a child. You had always assumed that maybe your mother left it with you before she left, or died, or whatever happened to her. You slowly approach the massive throne and climb onto the seat. You reach up and cautiously push the slab into the cavity. The hall began to quake as you jumped off of the throne, rolling into a pile of gold coins, a diamond shard cutting your arm. The throne itself split itself at an invisible seam and pulled apart, revealing a mirror. It was a strange mirror- not like one you’ve ever seen before. You pressed your hand against it, and it rippled, like water. You couldn’t see anything through it but when you pressed your hand against it, you saw two hands on the other side, both touching yours. You removed your hand from the mirror and read the inscription on the top. It read:
“Two is better that one, and one is weaker than two. Enter in, and they will help you, for who knows you better than you? But be wary, traveler, and don’t let your intentions go black, For once you go in, you can never go back. “
You thought over the inscription for some while. Who know’s what’s behind that mirror. You made it this far. Were you really going to turn back now? You stood up slowly, and reluctantly pressed your hand to the clouded mirror. You closed your eyes, whispered “I’m sorry”, and pushed your way through the mirror.
Look, I know I live in an apartment building and it’s the middle of the night, but I just feel like if I would dramatically play the piano right now it would solve all my problems
Let yourself be a beginner. Start something new that interests you, even if you don’t know where it will lead to. Make mistakes. It doesn’t matter how you do it, at least start.
important hurdle crossed relationship wise w my boyfriend today was i finally realized what is tiring for me might be someone else’s meat pumpkin and that i dont have to worry about him not relaxing the same way i do because we are simply different people. and that is okay
ive also realized that meat pumpkin is not a commonly used term and im just really autistic for zoology and non-domesticated animal care
clearing out my commissions (both are not atz) first as a priority and then I’ll be posting the rocky inspired oneshots sometime next week or the second week of june
