despite all my rage, I'm still just a silly bean

dungeon crawler carl is full of horrors and devastatingly poignant beautiful heartbreaking relationships and carl and donut alone make it worth reading because it’s so rare to have this deeply familial platonic bond portrayed as the single most important relationship that a cishet white man has to lean on when faced with insurmountable odds and soul-crushing terrors but i don’t think anything or anyone is touching prepotente talking about miriam, miriam who would let him into the house and play piano and sing for him, only him, miriam who was his mother, miriam who loved her smart boy, her good boy, her beautiful boy, and how he is never going to get that back

the United States government, which absolutely does not have a history of shooting, bombing, drugging and poisoning its citizens and definitely reflects the will of the people-

“you voted for this” wait until you hear about gerrymandering and all the forms of voter suppression the state and federal government has tried

the United States government, which absolutely does not have a history of shooting, bombing, drugging and poisoning its citizens and definitely reflects the will of the people-

“you voted for this” wait until you hear about gerrymandering and all the forms of voter suppression the state and federal government has tried

saw a comment that misspelled “kind gesture” as “kind jester” and am now imagining a beautiful world where we praise good samaritans by calling them kind jesters. good on you, you gentle fool. you’ve made the world a sweeter and sillier place.

Wick rolling up to Obrimus Manor in the fantasy equivalent of a sparkling, branded Bentley and walking right up to a furious Primus Tachonis, looking for his friends that just broke into the place, caused untold property damage to it and stole/destroyed some of Primus most highly valued work, while his only cover story is “I wanted to fuck your daughters” is just fucking incredible, lmao. 10/10, no notes. Nobody is doing it like Sam.

The other day my wife told me about this influencer who said she needed to go on ozempic so she could go from 130 lbs down to 115 and I really cannot stress the degree to which we have so COMPLETELY lost the plot with this glp1 shit. Like not only are people are going on this shit for purely cosmetic purposes, the cosmetic purposes are delusional. This is the kind of mindset that gives people eating disorders but now because you can get a prescription instead of having to starve yourself or enduce vomiting a big swath of the general public seems eager to go along with it. Body Positivity did not go fucking far enough because I am being so real when I say that fatphobia is more of a public health crisis than obesity has ever been

it sucks that the overwhelming majority of medical messaging around salt/sodium is "evil poisonous substance that you're definitely already eating way too much of," because like. you do still need it. (trust me, as a POTS-haver, I've had to completely rewire my own brain about salt.) and you need more salt when the entire northern hemisphere is hot enough to fry an egg on. ever tried sucking down the recommended 64oz of hydration per day entirely as water, only to find you're peeing constantly without any of the purported benefits of being "hydrated"? assuming you don't have another medical condition that causes frequent urination, your body probably needed more salt/electrolytes to be able to hold onto that water and make use of it. if there was ever a time to keep a sports drink/pedialyte/etc within constant reach, it's when the heat index is 110°F/43°C.

studying history is like. here's to another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be. thank you women who fight for abortion and contraception and independance from men for another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be

I wish people were as scared of getting into a car accident as they are of being true crime'd. Maybe then they wouldn't be on their phones while driving.