i'll settle down with some old story

Later in his career a rookie will ask Ilya if the 81 on his jersey is just his age and somewhere in NYC Scott Hunter will suddently feel a profound sense of vindication

they put my blood through every test under the sun and yet nowhere in the pages and pages of lab reports do they tell me what my blood type is

your neutrophils absolute? 2.71. anion gap? why, that's 11! hemoglobin A1C? a solid 5.4. and don't fret, champ—your VLDL (calculated) is a cool 12. real fascinating stuff. hm? what's that? you want to know what kind of blood you have? like, so you won't have to look your next ER nurse in the eye and tell her you have no clue what type you have right after giving her a date of birth that confirms you are over 30 years old? psh, don't be silly! we can't tell you that! it's a ✨secret✨

Also there are not that many blood types in the ABO/Rh blood typing system (8, to be precise) so really minimal personal information in that one.

"who's your blorbo?" is singular? in this economy?? I don't know how y'all are doing it, but it costs me 6 blorbos minimum just to get through the fucking day. due to inflation. :(

let's stay out of the fandom tags with papa

A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.

OP I want you to know I think of this post every single time I have to wash a spoon.

women were not banging out spirk fanfiction in the 60s for you to be AI generating your fic

This is my Roman empire