
Dirk Strider (The twentieth one on this site.)
@timaeusTestifeline
((He/Him, art by homoeroticdoctor on tumblr)) ((Expect NSFW posts))

they didn't hide my phone good enough ^_^

thats it breaking out the water guns. everyone put on clothes you don't mind getting wet cause it is too damn hot still for early october.

Well well well, how is everyone? :)

Last chitt: over a week ago now. Against all odds, it's starting to look like I actually have a life. Heinous.

[-- timaeusTestifeline [TT] uploaded an image file. --] [-- timaeusTestifeline [TT] uploaded 13 more image files. --] [It's a garbled mess of glitchy photos. There's not much actually discernible here, save for the scant few shots showcasing a sink and a marbled floor, depicting the scene of a bathroom. At least, that's what it looks like, from what little is perceptible through the seemingly broken camera.] [-- timaeusTesitifeline [TT] uploaded an audio file. --] [-- timaeusTestifeline [TT] uploaded 4 more audio files.] [It's nothing but grating static, loud enough to hurt the ears.] [-- timaeusTestifeline [TT] uploaded a text file. --] [Frankly, I'm not sure how to start this. Especially considering this is probably way outta left field. But shit, I built up the nerve to write this whole sappy soliloquy, I might as well try and get it out at an opportune time. With that said, I'm not sure if this'll ever even leave my PC. But, whatever. If you end up actually seeing this, @tactlessCamcorder, this is for you. Logically, I know you aren't my real bro. That one died before I could ever get to know him outside of the looped tapes and faded writing he left for me. (Probably better to remove this section.) And you've got your own Dirk to look after. Your own family, the whole shebang. But even with that in mind, you've always treated me like one of your own. Sat down and listened to all my bitching like it was the most important shit in the world. (Don't include this in a letter, you jackass.) Gave me a heaping helping of your patented parental advice if I ever even hinted at having a problem. All with the patience of a goddamn saint, and all the warmth of a heated blanket on a winter night. Before I knew you, *actually* knew you, all I had was the impression of that warmth. Left by those pre-recorded tapes and movies I've watched a hundred times by now. And I've always wondered if I'd be up to snuff if I ever met you, any version of you, for the first time. If you would actually care in all -- in any of -- the ways I've fantasized. I realize now that it was stupid to ever think otherwise. You care. Genuinely, actually care. Anyone could tell from a mile away, but I've never really reciprocated that self-same compassion you've always had in spades for me. So, that's why I'm writing this. To let you know. That I appreciate you, I mean. That I appreciate everything you've done for me, every word you've spared for me. All of it, I'm grateful. You may not be my "real" bro, but to me? You're all that and more. And that's all a guy like me could ever ask for. Hell, a decade ago, I never thought I'd even have the one, but I'm fortunate enough to have two. You and Dave. (Put all this above the last sentence, maybe? With some rewriting.) Happy Father's Day, D. Probably a late Father's Day by the time I actually send this out, but it's the thought that counts, or something. Anyway, that's the end of this. Feel free to start gagging at all the saccharine sentiment I vomited the fuck out. I know this is all weird as hell coming from me, but...I wanted to get this out of my system. That's about the least I can do, after everything you've done for me. Love you, man. You know I do. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Dirk out. (<== Delete this later. You're not funny.)]

Shades got smashed to shit. The hell did that thing spit out while I was getting my ablutions on?

I realized I had not done another one of these in a very long time. This will be hanged up next to the first one I did, both within my office. These are just a few of my favorite accounts on this lovely website of Chittr.ing.

~~~a human tricked me intQ captchalQguing an "Qrange" intQ my tech-hQp fetch mQdus. WHAT THE FUCK RHYMES WITH "QRANGE"?!?!?!~~~

#Murderontherails fucking ruled. Yeah, even I'm capable of admitting when I had some real, actual fun every once in a while. Don't take the success of the event as an excuse to keep bustin' your ass though, @archangelsTerrarium. Take a break after all of this, man. More than earned the right, I think.

Doomscrolling on Chittr is definitely the recession indicator for well-adjustment. The only thing worse would actually be chitting on a semi-frequent timeframe.

Is there such a thing as a neurotypical Strilonde?

why does EVERYONE who fights me do the fucking HULK SMASH PUNY GOD move to me when they get the chance? EVERYONE. one sec. you won't believe this shit.







