hang on i gotta google something

I love you guys but I think a lot of you are the kind of people who are susceptible to falling in with a cult.

You’re right. We should all band together under a trustworthy and influential leader who can keep us safe from outside threats

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Another reason why trains would be good is that most people are not good at driving

consuming mass amounts of media related to my hyperfixation isnt enough i need to eat it

hey sorry boss i cant come into work tomorrow. im too sad about--yeah about the retconning of jason todd as a reckless irresponsible innately violent criminal-in-the-making so that DC wouldn't have to actually explore the full implications of his death when he was only fourteen years old. yeah i'll be back next week

“Nude Vampire With Gloves”  Tintype on Silver, 1864, Artist Unknown (and possibly consumed)

this is the greatest fucking caption i’ve ever seen

i would rather see the information for an event handwritten in sharpie on a paper towel than see another AI generated flyer

the thing about fiber art that nobody tells you about is that every single kind of fiber art is a gateway drug to other kinds of fiber art.

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

I love how some fics are called shit like "They Only Shoot The Birds Who Cannot Sing" and it's like the most insane porn you're ever read and then some fics are called Spit On Me and it's 18,000 words of the most achingly id-scratching prose you've ever read and they're both. They're both so fucking good. thank God for fanfiction.