Gabriel | he/him

mri accident is literally one of my biggest anxiety freakouts. i dont care about being in the tiny loud tube, im so scared of a secret piece of metal i dont know about in my body will tear through me like a knife through butter. what if i ate a quarter in my sleep

Quarters George who eats a $10 roll of quarters every night is shredded into a fine mist my the MRI

Demons and monsters that torture people because they feed on human suffering are so dumb. People are suffering everywhere my guy go literally any place and take a deep whiff.

"But don't their clients feel weird knowing that they're feeding off their suffering?" No they think it's hilarious and they're real shits about it.

Finally a medical professional who believes that they are in pain. Because the fucker is actively chowing down on your agony. Not only am I going to get treated by them I'm going to invite all of my chronically ill friends to come as well.

Turns out if you treat the pain then the humans will bring you more humans who are suffering. It's like a restaurant where the waiter is so impressed by your ability to eat food they're giving you more on the house

They say things like "well, it's a real feast day for Belogarth today!" and "if my meds are held up at customs again I'm gonna put Belogarth in a food coma" and Belogarth is the one feeling weird about it

paving the way for enthusiastic folks building faraday cages to fuck in, because always use protection, including from 5G

Wild caught clownfish will be like ‘hm you see, the anemone you got me is a slightly different color and tentacle width than the one I had back home, so I will not begin hosting it. I’ll be a sort of wandering ronin for the rest of my days.’ And then a captive bred clownfish will be like ‘ok so I have this curved rock I found and I just sit above it and it take care of me 👍’

#mybrick

[image description: screenshot of text reading: i am so tired of absolutely 'head empty, vibes only' style of writing genre fiction. i'm sure the pinterest board for this was lovely. /end description]

everyone wants masc carpenter trade until his rough calloused handjob sands your thing down small and smooth as a river stone

I love you Martha Wells. I love you and your beef with privatized transit and whatever happened to you at Rainforest Cafe.

Remember when you could look things up online. Do you remember how we used to search

love when people arrive on ds9 and they're like. hey so what's up with the guy running the only bar who is clearly scamming everyone. is that not. illegal. and the officers are like oh is quark scamming people too obviously? we'll send odo. to arrest him? no. they'll exchange psychosexual threats and leer at each other. and that will stop the crime? haha. of course not.

kicks rock where's MY socialist muslim elected offical

love the global audience chiming in we're in this together

There is absolutely a platonic explanation for that

But I will also entertain the non platonic for my own edification do u understand