Have some miscellany

Our PAIN MASSAGE inflicts EXTREME DISCOMFORT to NO OBVIOUS BENEFIT

You can just say chiropracter

UPDATE it doesn't even have to be 'cool', give me a fact about ur oc!!!!

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sorry, i mythologized your boyfriend. yeah i took him and a few other boyfriends and merged them together with local folklore and mystic elements into one legendary figure. he's going to be really hard to pin down historically. sorry about that. I can make you his consort in some stories if that helps.

I cannot fucking believe the world ended and the pornbots are STILL following me.

I got an ask from an antique blog, Who said—“Two vast and headless breasts of flesh Stand online there… . Near them, on the page, Half sunk a corrupted visage lies, whose pout, And shadowed eyes, and “come-hither”ing gaze, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that jerked it, and the lust that fed; And on the header, these words appear: My name is brunette-blogs-cumshots, Slut of Sluts; Fap to my Works, ye Horny, and despair! No other post remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Tumblr, boundless and bare The lone and level pixels stretch far away.”

going with the flow in a face down in a river kinda way

Movie about a depressed and rather morbid autistic man planning to commit suicide and picking up a number of odd jobs in an effort to raise enough money to meticulously plan and prepay for his funeral so his mother doesn’t have to worry about it after he is gone. He begins to connect with people and enjoy life for the first time while working part time as a greeter in the funeral home, helping an eccentric old lady organize her basement, walking 7 dogs and maintaining a feral cat colony for a guy with a broken foot, playing a number of bit parts in local ads and stocking the shelves at the convenience store at night. In the end, he has befriended many of his neighbors and he decides he does not want to die and goes back to school to become a funeral director instead.

He is popular at his funeral home gig because he keeps accidentally saying things that are very reassuring and death positive. Because he wants to die. He eventually donates his funeral fund to the old lady’s granddaughter after her sudden death so she does not have to sell her grandmother’s prized possessions to pay for her funeral.

The old lady gifts him one of her ceramic cats at the beginning of the film which he reluctantly accepts out of politeness. Near the end of the film, he adopts a friendly cat from the cat colony that looks remarkably like the ceramic cat and names it after her, signaling his commitment to surviving and caring for his cat the way the old woman lived for her ceramic collection.

Reverse love triangle where character A is trying to play wingman and set character C up with character B, and character B is trying to play wingman and set character C up with character A, and neither A nor B realises what the other is doing.

Penelope must have known that Odysseus was a little insane when she married him I mean. Like they got married and he was like haha babe wait before we have our wedding night I gotta show u something. And then he takes her like. Across the island. To the area where she first met him and he’s built a palace there! Which takes years! Wow! And she’s like omg that’s so sweet and he’s like that’s not even the best part! Look! And they go inside. And the place she’s going to fuck this man for the very first time—he has not even gotten pussy yet, this man is in pussy deficit no post-nut clarity available and it shows—is a bed CARVED OUT OF A LIVING TREE. And she’s like hey dude what’s up with that and Odysseus is like. Oh! That’s the olive tree where we first met! I turned it into a bed and then I built a palace around it. And she’s like. I can’t not fuck this little freak.

Lowkey I bet it felt good as fuuuuuuck to be one of the coal miners that got to blow a pinkertons brains out from a high ridge with a bolt action rifle.

I don't understand how cis people obsessed with gender norms think trans people are the weird ones. they're going around believing that your name has to correlate to your genitals. your fashion has to correlate to your genitals. your behaviours have to correlate to your genitals. your hobbies have to correlate to your genitals. who you date has to correlate to your genitals. whether you can put sparkles on your eyelids or not has to correlate to your genitals. and then people like me go "hmm. I might not do that. maybe I'll just do what feels fun and okay instead" and they LOSE their MINDS

Out there, right now, there is at least one real human guy named Claude who works in tech and is suddenly having to explain every 5 seconds that no, he is not a chatbot

I KNEW I had seen this exact same image before! Good old "Organisms On or Near Appropriate Signs" project.

I think there's probably a moral element to doomerism where it's not just that they think that society is doomed, they think that it deserves to be doomed for its decadent and sinful ways, and they don't like the idea that it might somehow escape justice.

[Image ID: Two drawings of white T-shirts. The one of the left says "My Tricky Dick makes their Gates Water." The one on the right says "My Bush makes their Tower Explode." End Image ID.]