It's Just Me

the enemy drank water today. did you?

i drank water three days ago. im several steps ahead of the enemy. this is what it takes to win

everyone's "well-adjusted" and "mentally healthy" until the "sometimes I wish I'd never been born at all" part of Bohemian Rhapsody comes on

I love you complex puppets requiring multiple puppeteers. I love you giant spaceship set. I love you zero gravity wiring rig that was apparently hellish to be hooked up to. I love you rotating lighting apparatus that emulates the changing lighting of the centrifuge portion of the ship. I love you chicken wire and fairy lights petrova line shot. I love you practical effects enhanced WHEN NECESSARY by CGI. I love you project hail mary.

the meaning of life? is to make your bedroom as comfy as possible. that's it that's the purpose

the secondary purpose is to equip your kitchen and get really really really into international cuisine

I wish Mythbusters was still around so we could see them fuck up a Cybertruck

I’ve never seen the second photo before.

99% of queer discourse stops right before they define the true difference between bisexual and pansexual!

i hope the original author sees this thread go by (or y'all are leaving comments on ao3), there is a A LOT of love in the tags and they absolutely deserve it

hey, I'm isaac chotiner I wrote this! I thought a small handful of people might enjoy it and instead it is by some margin the most popular thing I've ever posted on ao3. two key takeaways: 1) the people crave affectionate fidelity to the new yorker style guide, and 2) yuletide rules

Matt Levine linked to my fic in Money Stuff and described it as "Isaac Chotiner/Shirley Jackson fan fiction," I feel like I'm on drugs and/or hallucinating

what the actual fuck did I just read (positive)