Queer enough to know better

grape flavored borg ship

what if oregon trail was called wagon age: oregons

This made me so angry the first time I saw it I’m reblogging it again.

one of my favorite story elements is "character way past their prime can still absolutely wreck you, leaving you to wonder just how powerful they used to be"

putting up “HELL IS FAKE” billboards in ohio to start a dialogue

yall ever refuse to consume a piece of media you Know youd like solely bc you think itd make you feel more emotions than you want to

like Yeah the purpose of art is to make you Feel but im feeling plenty already thank you very much

hi, ummm. this is awkward. haha. yeah um do you think you could push your boulder up somewhere else? like a different hill? because this one’s kind of already taken. yeah it’s the one i’ve decided to die on, so.

yeah thanks. um and if you see that woman who sometimes comes running up here could you tell her that i’m- yeah the one who makes all those deals with god. yeah. could you tell her this is the hill i’m dying on and she needs to find a different one? fuck hang on i can see those two kids with that pail of water again give me a second-

sorry babe i can’t hang out tonight my quest marker says i have to report back to the jarl

concrete meaning "not abstract" predates concrete meaning, you know, the material, by about two hundred years or so

guy who invented concrete was like “this is the least abstract thing I’ve ever seen”

WHYS THERE A METAL CUP IN THE MICROWAVE

NOOO LITTLE CAT DONT PUT METAL IN THE MICROWAVE

My favourite thing about Groundhog Day is that there’s a fair amount of statistical evidence that groundhog-based weather predictions are actually less accurate than random guesses. It’s not even a matter of sunny days being an objectively poor predictor of long winters, because most groundhog keepers don’t even use the “if the groundhog sees its shadow” thing anymore – the just have a guy in a silly hat pretend to talk to the groundhog, then predict whatever they want, and they still manage to be wrong more often than pure chance would allow, by a statistically significant margin. There’s something strangely charming about putting so much effort and ceremony into something that’s demonstrably so bad at its ostensible purpose.