The Chaos Pit

"Does the author respect women" is a third distinct question from either of the other two.

I don't read as much fic as I used to but one "tell" for non Canadians writing us, besides the etransfer, is the units you use to describe us measuring something. I hate to tell you this but The Chart is real and it's completely subconscious. Please abide

snow is cm then feet then metres depending on the depth

Important addition @branches-in-a-flood ! ❄️

I’m also celebrating your dogs birthday

celebrating tumblr user heartseeker’s dog’s birthday on the fourth everyone

4. The price of memory has more than quadrupled in the past six months

quirky fourth wall breaking character but theyre just fucking. wrong about the medium theyre in. they keep making references to cinematic techniques and directorial styles and the other fourth wall breaking character is like "dumbass we're in a fucking comic book" and they are in a video game.

Well currently they’re in a tumblr post but I see your point

we're actually in a youtube video if this turns out to be funny enough

Y'all do know that people have to actually GROW in order for us to "accept their growth". That's the bit. You're not a child. You actually have to put in the work to become the person you want us all to assume you are.

#I am reminded of the war games following specific battles that can be argued to be real time strategy board games #not because all the pieces move at once; but because the game takes roughly as long to play as the actual battle took (via @faolonfiendrender)

i'm glad to see all of the dweebs who clocked that one was the campaign for north africa.

Fantasy hospital procedural episode where the patient initially appears to have severe narcolepsy, and at the end it turns out that they keep doing stupid shit that results in them clinically dying and as a result their body is being forced to time-share their soul with like four separate hauntings.

I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs