Sugar, Sex, and Very Little Sleep

i mean it’s not like i can just NOT reblog amigara fault. what if one of my followers is one of the lucky ten thousand who HASN’T been unutturably altered for life by it yet? go read it! it’s creepy, but trust me, it was made for you.

Oat milk was discovered much more recently than you may have known. Like many now-familiar technologies, it was found by accident during the Apollo program when NASA learned what a zero-g environment does to goat milk.

we have to start running a massive PSA campaign to young gay people so everyone understands there is a difference between being a dom and being a top and between being a sub and being a bottom. and also that sometimes you are neither a sub nor a bottom and you're just like shy. we need to be handing out flyers we need ads at every train station spreading the word

the mercedes clr incident at le mans is one of the only racing crashes i feel comfortable laughing at because a) nobody was seriously injured and b) it is a little funny that mercedes watched their car do That and were like "okay. uh. you know what we're just never doing le mans ever again"

Someone was just setting the table for Christmas lunch when they took half a minute to lay out this vocabulary-changing bsky post, then carried on with their day...

“Do it scared” “do it alone” are all great tips, but my biggest takeaway from therapy is do it messy. This is especially true if you’re getting out of a burnout, which I experience often. Literally just do it messy. You don’t need to pick the perfect trail to walk, the perfect playlist to listen to, whatever the fuck it is. You don’t need to have a meticulous to do list and wake up at the exact time you planned and drink the exact amount of water you planned to drink. Like the biggest thing for people like me to remember is sometimes it’s okay to do it messy. Put on a random yt workout and just get it done in sweats. Do 5 minutes of a daunting task and go from there. Sometimes just getting up is a win during intense burnouts or depressive funks. Literally just do it messy.

#and yes they smoke weed (@one-man-ensemble)

Alternate universe where everything is the same except that the standard term for olive oil in Spanish is not "aceite de oliva" but "óleo de aceituna"

Our age of strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is collapsing

I don't think anything will ever better represent my experience of being a child better than one time in like 2nd grade when I told a teacher's assistant, "I'm not stupid, you're being very condescending, please let me do my math worksheet myself" and she immediately replied, "That's a really big word, do you know what it means?"

Penis nomenclature is one of the less-discussed hazards of having very particular tastes in erotic fanfic. I once ran across a story that improbably had both the exact pairing and the exact kink I was looking for, only to get clotheslined at the first sex scene by the fact that the text consistently referred to the lead's penis as their "dork".

beam me up scotty (beam me up inside) can’t beam up (beam me up inside)