Oh we're all feeling this one aren't we?

and that much ado? it's about nothing

“You’re a nerd” I say as I look at you with heart eyes while you info dump to me

Its been five years of it’s august and the flow of time still haunts me

Here's my real tip for anyone moving out on their own for the first time; when you buy a set of measuring cups or spoons buy ones that have the measurement engraved into the cup/spoon and do NOT buy ones where it's just printed on. Because that ink/paint/ect. can rub off and then you'll have a bunch of useless little spoons and cups you have to get rid of bcs they no longer say what size they are. Don't ask me how I know, just trust me that you wanna buy engraved ones.

thinking about the contradictory tension between living weapon as non-agentic instrument and living weapon as scapegoat

you reeeeally want your handlers to view the living weapon as exempt from moral consideration so they don't feel guilty about how it's treated (including its existence, devoid of autonomy and humanity, in the first place), but you also reeeeeally want them to displace their own blame onto it, the instrument who physically carried out their orders, so that they can order things done which they otherwise couldn't stomach. right? don't worry about it <3

Game where the ancient hero is awakened from the deathless sleep of centuries in the hour of their people's greatest need, only to find that civilisation is thriving and there are no obvious threats on the horizon; the game then becomes a fish-out-of-water detective sim as they try to figure out what woke them up, and also solve other, smaller mysteries along the way.

The zipper merge requires a level of cooperation and goodwill that the citizens of this great country have never once displayed

Reblog if you're grateful for your internet friends

everyone always acts so aghast about the whole “the doctor kidnapped his first companions!” thing which yeah obviously terrifying from ian and barbara’s pov but you really gotta look at it from the angle of “guy who just ran away from home comes across someone breaking into his car and in a panic locks the doors hits the gas and now they’re all very very lost” and then it becomes hysterical

so today a public health official guy came into my class to give a lecture on disaster awareness and he was talking about house fires and mentioned that the reason people most likely die during a house fire is because they refuse to leave their pet inside or they go back to get their pet. and right when he said this my friend immediately turned his head and looked at me and in that moment I had the most complete and genuine acceptance take over my body. I would 100% in front of my family and Jesus himself walk straight back into some raging inferno that was once my house to go get my fat cat. I nodded back

the best part of this post is reading all the tags from animal people who would also go back to save their pets. like no hesitation. walk backwards from heaven straight back into hell. someone even said they would go back for their fish. amazing