on a separate note i can’t stop thinking about evil therapy speak claudius

“honestly hamlet you’re violating a lot of boundaries by constantly trauma dumping on your mom about your dead father. it’s manipulative and toxic to refuse to hold space for her and her new marriage when she’s just trying to do what’s best for her peace. anyway get the fuck over it it’s been a month”

The way I found out about it was via my mom getting a text message from my dad and coming into my room running in a panic telling me about the earthquake only for him to finish typing out his story about valiantly standing his ground against the poltergeist, which made her start laughing so hard she was unable to tell me anything at all for the next couple of minutes.

it's healthy for academics to have professional feuds. enrichment activity

love leopard seals. they are so dragon coded. that is an entire mammalian marine wyrm

Don’t let the fact that I’m a feral animal distract you from the fact that I’m also a sweetheart

so frustrating to be a skeptic with a sense of whimsy because like. I want there to be cryptids. I want there to be magic. I want there to be evidence of something we don't fully understand and can't explain. but then 99% of the "proof" out there for that stuff is like. the most obvious scam you've ever seen in your life.

Unless you were a tech at NASA back in the day, when one time some hydrogen a) escaped in a particular building, and b) caught on fire. This was extremely difficult because hydrogen does NOT burn on the visible spectrum humans evolved to see (and flee). Rather, it technically does, but it’s so pale that in practice, no one could see it. Additionally, pure hydrogen burns without smoke and with so little ambient heat that you can’t really sense it till you walk into it. So, per the lore, for a few days all the techs in that building just walked around brandishing brooms in front of them like lances. If your broom lit on fire, congrats! You have located more burning hydrogen! Do not proceed!

"capitalism breeds innovation" was only ever true in the mid-2000s when cell phones kept getting more and more fucked up

minos was such a pussy. if my wife gave birth to an epic minotaur baby i wouldn't have locked him in a labyrinth. i would have taken him to the mcdonalds play place (athens) every day and let him eat as many stray mcnuggets (athenians) off the floor as he wanted. i love you hungry son

(pulling a painted vase out of my wallet) and this is my youngest at his first nose ring fitting. isn't he handsome

settings > wound > my wound > reopen

many will attempt to "end" the hug after only five to ten seconds of holding you. crucially, this is where the claws come into play

It seems like we're just feeding characters to Miss Piggy at this point