Geekdom becomes you.

*sees a kitty* wait there is a reason to keep living

My horrible son wants me to attend his 8th birthday party and I don’t have a good excuse to not go so I need one of y’all to invite me to a dangerous scheme where I disappear under mysterious circumstances and my son has to go on a global spanning adventure to uncover the truth and finally grow into a man I can be proud of instead of the piece of shit he is right now

I finally saw The Odyssey, and one of my takeaways is that Robert Pattinson was tragically born too late to be a queer-coded antagonist in 1930s swashbucklers. That man is clearly meant to strike campy poses and get into his rival's personal space and be in slutty swordfights.

genuinely I'm so sick of people wanting all fiction to be ethical. can we all just get a little gross with it. the point of fiction is that it's not real. we can be unethical in fiction; same goes with being perverted with fiction, being unrealistic with fiction, and being grotesque with fiction. not all fiction has to be ethical, not every character has to be ethical, and that's okay. can we stop with the puritanism. be gross. be unrealistic. be whatever. if I don't like it it's not my business as long as we're all clear that its fictional.

new roman dodecahedron theory. They're primitive bowling balls of some sort back when people didn't understand those have to be round yet.

actually they were part of an ancient and now lost throwing game where you had to throw them onto a pole from some distance. The smaller the hole the higher level.

part of a competitive tongueing game. At least two people would stick their tongues through a hole on either side. Sadly what decides the winner is a rule now lost to time.

they're the exoskeletons of a now extinct species of insect with a metal carapaces, highly collectible. The holes are from limbs.

toys for baby pet eels. Another trend set by Crassus.

I think the reason I still enjoy tumblr is that even though this all still pisses me off, I know that anything that makes me mad on here is 100% earnest. It's not ragebait or engagement farming, y'all are actually just that stupid sometimes

anyway. last night I had a dream that my local lesbian bar was hosting a “motionless dance party”. it was sort of like the inverse of a silent disco—the music is playing out loud but you’re doing all the dancing inside your own head. it was really successful like a lot of lesbians showed up to stand perfectly still in a room together and imagine what dancing would be like.

"these researchers published a paper on something that literally any of us could have told you 🙄" ok well my supervisors wont let me write something in my thesis unless I can back it up with a citation so maybe it's a good thing that they're amplifying your voice to the scientific community in a way that prevents people from writing off your experiences as annecdotal evidence

they did the research in the first place because they believed you and wanted to tell people about it. they are not our enemies.