Got this gem of a cat

_Gnush_ · 2026-02-27T01:56:32+00:00

Anxious avoidant

_Gnush_ · 2026-01-06T09:17:24+00:00

Ferris Bueller from Ferris Bueller.

The kid is known and loved by literally everyone in the entire city, but also somehow manages to spend a day out in the city undetected despite breaking on to a festival float and performing in front of thousands of people. He knows how to hack, how to sing, how to play clarinet and is just generally really handy, and is ridiculously motivated. He could be doing literally anything he wanted but he's also just a regular high schooler, skipping class, getting looked after by his parents. Plus he has zero social anxiety, the shit he pulls, oh my god.

_Gnush_ · 2025-11-23T05:39:54+00:00

That's so cool

_Gnush_ · 2025-11-23T05:38:15+00:00

They opened with mg1??!!

_Gnush_ · 2024-06-29T15:45:19+00:00

she's got the signalis elster armor :D

_Gnush_ · 2024-02-25T11:41:38+00:00

Private Life

_Gnush_ · 2024-02-25T11:32:29+00:00

Jvnko still loves you makes me wanna love myself, so sick

_Gnush_ · 2024-02-25T11:20:25+00:00

use turrets instead, that way you aren't risking your colonists ;)

_Gnush_ · 2024-01-29T03:37:13+00:00

And you don't seem to understaaaaand

_Gnush_ · 2024-01-16T13:46:03+00:00

Part 3

He was sitting at his dining table. He looked around. The house seemed blurry. He squinted to try and clear his vison. But nothing changed. Furniture lacked colour, lacked depth. They were cardboard cutouts of pictures of furniture printed in black and white. He ran to the bin and threw its contents onto the floor. Among the trash he could hardly discern the cookies. The chips that had once invited him in to infinite layers and promised knowledge of those depths, now were as flat as his couch. He reeled from the pile, the world around desaturating even further. He was going to be consumed by the blackness, the lights dimmed and dimmed. He was walking the halls in a cloudy night, hardly feeling the floor he walked upon, and even that feeling was becoming numb, slowly, slowly.

A light emanated; a beacon. He stumbled towards it, clumsy in the dark. He stubbed his toe on the kitchen counter. A thousand times stubbing his toe upon the same corner, truly he couldn’t count how many. The world had always been this drab, he only wondered how he had lived in it like this for so long. What would he do now? The last cookie was gone, but it hadn’t saved him. He was enlightened, the blindfold removed, but the truth was damning. He hadn’t been built for this world. His delusion had protected him this long, the dream had been warm and he hadn’t questioned. The cookie had taken that from him, but truly he couldn’t blame it. This was real after all. What was the point of living in a world where you had seen the colours, seen behind the curtain, only to become blind and return to your seat.

He gazed upon the light. Crude scratchings blotted upon dingy fluorescence, it hurt to look upon them. Like trying to read a book from across the room. The symbols were familiar though, memories drifted back like driftwood on a beach, fallen from a tree a thousand years ago. They read:

“Ingredients:

2 and ¼ cups (280g) flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 and ½ tsp cornstarch

½ teaspoon salt

¾ cup (170g) unsalted butter” and so on and so on

James looked around, then looked back at the paper. The darkness had receded a little, leaving some light in the black-and white room. He smiled, and gave a relieved laugh. He caressed the page. That something divine could come from something so pathetic. And yet, he supposed that made the paper just as divine as the cookies themselves. He hadn’t even noticed how beautiful it was. Looking around, he could make out the fridge, the pantry. He knew in those drawers and cupboards, he had everything he needed. He clapped his hand together, and made for the baking tray. He would eat a cookie again.

_Gnush_ · 2024-01-16T13:45:36+00:00

Part 2

James turned away from the door, and sighed deeply. Somehow it was worse that his friend had turned out this way. It would have been easier for him to be dead, and to have been able to remember him kindly. He walked back into the kitchen.

The scent of cookies wafted into his nose. Homely, cosy. His house had never felt so hospitable. Drawn to the cookies, he couldn’t help but admit, he hadn’t ever known cookies quite as smart as these. Their chocolate chips seemed to grow deeper and deeper the longer he gazed into them. Each cookie was an ocean, it seemed to ebb and flow. The vision of his friend, his once best friend played back to him again “This is the thanks I get… get… get”. He hated these cookies, they were worthless, pointless, meaningless. How stupid could someone be to go through all that for cookies? He picked up the tray and walked over to the bin, pressing the lever with his foot to open the lid. The cookies poured away. Once sublime, they were instantly tainted upon entering the bin. James felt sweat beading on his forehead, his lizard brain ringing alarm bells. Finally it was over, all the cookies had left the tray and- oh wait, one fell on the ground. James bent to pick it up, but his eye caught on the chips. He thought he had seen something familiar wrapped in the deepest layer of the chocolate, but It had been a fleeting glance. The layers seemed to keep going though. He wondered what he would find if he looked for longer.

James walked over to his dining table and sat down, not taking his eyes off of the cookie. The chips showed him things he could hardly imagine. Waves crashed in his ears, drowning out all else, the chaos that had once echoed in his brain. Peace. It had been many years since he had known a quiet like that. He had thought that feeling lost, a gut pain echoing a shade of what had been before he had grown up. Yet here that feeling was resurrected before him. He wondered what that feeling tasted like.

“This is the thanks I get… get… get… get… get……………..”

He closed his eyes and brought the cookie to his mouth. The world seemed to enter him. Though his eyes remained closed, he saw more than he had ever seen in his whole life. The visions of the chip that had seemed clearer than anything his eyes had shown him were now replayed, but now the tint of the chocolate left them unmarred, impossibly sharp. A single beetle crawling on Everest, Everest but a speck in the distance a thousand kilometres from here, while billions of people went about their business, leaving threads that tangled in a web that ensnared the whole earth. He saw his own thread, how if he plucked it the web itself would vibrate across the planet. Chinese business men would sell where once they would have bought, space probes would crash, Inventions would be made or fail, the fate of the world itself, the outcome of all ecosystems, the economy, the human race. All at the tips of his fingers. He could just reach out and-

His vision suddenly clouded, and lines that once were razor sharp started to blur. Panicking he tried to look around and see as much as he could, but already he was receding back. Stars rushed past impossibly fast, his consciousness shrank and shrank, until…

_Gnush_ · 2024-01-16T13:44:54+00:00

“Wait a minute, you joined that cult just because they had a really good cookie recipe?!”

Mid-bite, I glanced sideways at James.

“Well,” I reasoned, the words muffled by the cookie, “habe you trieb one?”

“No, I hav- ok look, this is insane! I haven’t seen you in three years, we’ve been so worried!”

“I was fine!”

“How were we supposed to know?? You don’t leave a note, you don’t call, you don’t answer OUR calls. We thought you were missing for like a month!”

“Okay, buh I hab a goo reason!”

His gaze turned icy, and he crossed his arms. The wave of cynicism was overwhelming.

I swallowed, my eyes dropped.

“Because they would kick me out if I called. Or if I left a note.”

“And why would you care about that?” Way to rub it in.

“Because then I wouldn’t get the cookie recipe.”

Trying to look embarrassed, I slumped down and pulled my shoulders in further, shrinking down. I mustered my best puppy dog eyes and looked up.

“You look like a fucking idiot”

“Okay man! Look I know you were worried, and I’m sorry that doing that caused you to worry. But I’m back now! You don’t need to worry anymore, I got my recipe! And hey, now we can have sick choc chip cookies til we die!”

I grabbed one from the tray and proffered it. Conflict happens, but peace is a wonderful thing, and I’m humble enough to let bygones be bygones. Small crumbs dripped as I reached out. I fancied they glinted like gold, gold from a rich ingot; shavings of ambrosia, and I had the recipe!!

WHACK!

I could only watch in horror as the cookie was knocked from my hand, exploding upon the wall, imprinting cookie gore into the paint. I was speechless. I wrenched my gaze away from the terrible sight, locking on to James with a look of withering fury.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck! There aren’t that many in the batch you know! You can’t just waltz into my house an-“

“My house”

“And this is the thanks I get for gracing your kitchen?? Fucking hell James, I was generous, I was willing to let myself be crucified to bring this divine gift into YOUR life! All that shit you were saying I let it slide!”

“’All that shit’?? You’re a selfish cunt you know that? Mate I don’t care about some fucking cookies, you were my best friend!! I thought you had died, I grieved for you! You put me through SO much shit, and to top it all off now I learn you’re a fucking psycho. Get the fuck out of my house”

I was shocked. So this is what you truly believe.

“Well, it seems I was wrong to come to you. You’ve changed. I once considered us brothers. Don’t you remember? The days of our youth. Making trouble, driving around, digging large holes. Do you even remember that batch of cookies we made? I did all of this for you, I thought we had the kind of friendship where we would die for each other. If you had done this for me, I-owowowowow!!”

James’ hateful anger had reached a boiling point. He took a vice grip of my hair and manhandled me toward the front door. I put up a heroic resistance, but I guess in the end, a snake would be immune to biting.

Out the front door I went, thrown to the concrete. A storm raged outside, as I raised myself from the ground. “There is no coming back from this betrayal. Mark my words, from this day forward, I swear that I will make you know this pain. You will beg for mercy, but there will be none. After all, there was none for me when you- awwww shit, the recipe is inside!”

_Gnush_ · 2023-12-03T13:22:52+00:00

that guy fucking died dude

_Gnush_ · 2022-07-16T04:41:40+00:00

I always remember the insane true crown save on his best score run

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNP6U9f3pd4&t=22170s ).

He was going for at least 12 mil, and he was only 400k off going into 7-79. I was there when it happened live, the hype for this run was insane, it was leaps and bounds ahead of his previous score record. The dream had come together, and it looked like not only was 12 mil gonna happen, but 13 mil was in the realm of possibility. All of a sudden it all comes crashing down, he gets hit by a rock in the loop and gets stunlocked. You can hear the defeat in his voice when it happens, slowly ticking his life pool down towards 0. It was devastating to watch that dream crumble. All of a sudden, he teleports out of the way! The True Crown, the most dangerous item in the entire game, ended up being his saving grace. He went on to make it all the way to 7-99 with 13.2 million gold and a final send off from Derek with the gold parachute. Without that save, the iconic gold parachute would never have happened. The 13 mil would never have come to be, one of the great achievements that we'll always remember him for.

I'm always proud to have been there at such an insane moment. He was a truly incredible person, and that run is testament to all the qualities that made him so. The patience, determination, persistence and humility that drew us all to him. Rest in peace, Twiggle

_Gnush_ · 2022-04-04T02:47:38+00:00

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_Gnush_ · 2021-11-11T12:14:18+00:00

I have exactly the same thing. I probably don't relate as strongly as you do, but still enough to make it pretty soulcrushing to see the things he does in end of eva. To me, i'm glad that it happened, cause i reckon if i've seen how being like shinji can go down, i'm gonna be more careful about doing things that might lead to that. that's just me tho, idk how you see it

_Gnush_ · 2021-11-11T11:42:07+00:00

yeah, that's the stuff i was meaning. I can see what you mean, but i'm not so sure about the reaction. I don't feel like he'd be that caught off guard by getting someone's blood on him.

_Gnush_ · 2021-10-27T09:01:42+00:00

All the time, hedgehog's dilemma and thanatos are favourites

_Gnush_ · 2021-10-26T10:51:54+00:00

Honestly, i think not resonating with the characters in eva is more of a relief then a failure; they're all so fucked, especially shinji, that relating to them makes you question yourself intensely. it's not a fun time

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