What Are Your Opinions On Different Types Of Architecture?

For asks bruh, I probably won't answer dem fast though, I'm not a fast drawer bruh.

Status update: Still in hospital B] finally not fallin asleep every 10 minutes

What if Stanley didn't forget his life before da office but now he has no control over his body, he can't talk, he can't interact with objects in a unique way, he can't even blink. He knows who he is and what he likes and small moments dat are ingrained in his memory. Memories of everyone in da office just being normal and making conversation, going out, and helping friends move. And he knows he will never get back ta dat, but dat doesn't mean he's goin ta just forget it so easily, and when he first hears The Narrator he attempts to communicate, but he can't move, den he starts ta walk without movin his legs, den you look down and has no legs. But whenever ya close da game he gets da bare minimum of control back and he has ta live in constant fear dat he'll go ta whatever purgatory he's send ta in his own mind when ya open it again. Den he learns it's a game. Den he dies for da first time. What if Stanley does lose his mind and has episodes and tries everythin ta escape dat he can but we never know cause we never see it. What if he isn't okay. What if he isn't stubborn. What if he listens ta The Narrators story over and over again cause it really is da closest thing ta freedom he'll ever experience? I've only seen it where he's not okay in da beginnin but gets use ta it only after a few runs, but what if it takes years. And we know time passes da same in dere as it does out here.

It's three rat thursday

I think I know how ta describe how I'm feelin now!

So it's like half of me is in my mind while da other half is in reality, and I don't mean one foot in and one foot out, what I mean is I'm sittin down on da edge of a ledge/my brain, legs danglin out inta reality while da top half is in my head, but while I'm sittin I'm lookin inta reality through a slightly dirty window, not enough where it bothers ya, but enough where if ya're bored ya can start rubbin a cloth or paper towel at it while also occasionally poppin back inta my brain for a snack or drink or ta stretch, den coming back ta da ledge, but never pokin my head out. I ain't really disassociatin, but just ain't lookin outside at da moment, but it also feels as if it is and isn't real, y'know? Like a movie based on a true story. I'm not sad, angry, or empty cause of it, I'm simply observin while also feelin what's goin on out dere

Ao3 writers are the strongest Avengers

Actually, for glowtale/underglow what if Frisk needed glasses, but they broke when they fell, so until they could get the cloudy glasses (which only help to a certain extent) they could only rely on the glows of the monsters to help them through the underground bruh?

why did no one tell me quantum computers looked like that