Music rules my mind

Bocchi the Rock! fangame that opens with Kikuri Hiroi waking up alone and apocalyptically hung over in a trashed hotel suite with no memory of the preceding 72 hours. There are at least three separate ways to game over without ever leaving the starting room, one of which involves trying to retrieve your bra from the ceiling fan, flubbing the skill check, and dying instantly.

if we can set aside attachment discourse for a moment (please) i think the jedi marriage prohibition makes sense in a “please don’t enter a complex legal, financial, social, and in some cases religious contract, the specifics of which vary wildly depending on planet and culture” way. the single jedi with a law degree does not have time to draft everyone’s prenups to prevent the whole order from getting sued

#fandom is all about creating interesting new problems#it does imply that intra-jedi marriages might be acceptable#presumably less paperwork#much to consider (tags via @celinamarniss)

"i put no politics or social commentary into my books at all" andy weir be so fucking for real right now. you wrote a whole book about moon politics. you wrote a whole book about a woman of color who does desperate things because she is poor. you wrote a whole book about a city being divided up into racial neighborhoods because of chain migration and colonization's need for labor. you wrote a whole book about a smart man who couldn't be an astrophysicist because he inherited his family's poverty which itself was inherited from the colonization of Africa. you wrote a whole book about how you can love a city without loving the systems of corruption that enrich it. andy weir don't play with me rn bro.

They should make Carrie White a fat trans girl in the new show

She asks to play volleyball with the girls team. They start a harassment campaign against her. Her mom's a rabid gender critical radfem mumsnetter terf. At the prom she sets a gymnasium full of transmisogynists on fire with her mind. You get it.

sorry to everyone out there who thinks they have the funniest tshirt but i think i can confidently say i just saw the actual funniest tshirt just now. i passed by a beautiful black woman with long multicolor braids blowing majestically in the beach breeze & she was wearing an oversized tshirt that said in gigantic letters "WHITE BOY OF THE YEAR"

certified door post

reblog to tell a 14 year old that these are the very, very hard years and they're not wrong to feel the way they do.

I had a fifteen minute long crying session yesternight over the fact that all I was 10 years ago, at the ripe old age of 14, is lost and lonely, and now, at 24, I am neither and that filled me with so much gratitude

since there is such an "english speakers who don't even try to pronounce a foreign mame correctly" epidemic, native english speakers often try to overcorrect and end up thinking they have a moral imperative to pronounce every foreign name correctly at all times. so i'm gonna hold your hand and look into your eyss as i say this: you can't. you can't pronounce every sound in a language you don't speak. and that's fine. it happens to the rest of us too. we won't be mad so long as you try your best.

It is extremely rare that I get unintentionally rickrolled. It is extremely common that I look at a link and think to myself, that's a rickroll, and I click on it. Then I get to enjoy the satisfaction of being correct, as well as the entirety of Never Gonna Give You Up. That shit is a banger. If someone offers me a link directly to that song you think I'm not gonna take it? No. You know the rules and so do I. It's Astley time.