Do they still sing songs of The Great Tribble Hunt

the fun thing about having a mental health crashout in your thirties is that sure yeah you're crashing out, but at the same time there's a part of you standing across the room smoking ben affleck style, going yeah yeah you're crashing out. you crashed out before you will crash out again can we wrap this up yet. and the most annoying part about it is that they're right, and that that does Not stop you from crashing out even a little. love and light on planet earth.

They should make a fallout game set in Florida, it would be so funny, Sunshine Wasteland. The flamingos are not mutated for whatever reason. Radioactive swamps full of the most terrifying mutant crocodiles and alligators. A retirement home full of old ghouls who haven't stopped playing shuffleboard for the last 200 years. Raider gang full of Florida men.

we did it! we saved the fucking whales!!!!

Now its blessing of Ra

Fungus has done so much for humanity. Penicillin. Radiation cleanup. Delicious mushrooms. Deadly mushrooms. Psychadelic mushrooms. And now my boy RA has chosen the humble mold spores as his vessel through which to cure cancer.

Are you fucking kidding me

Not Brennan forgetting the name of another person

[ID: Art of characters (ostensibly) from the "Dimension 20: On A Bus" Game Changer short. The character 'minis' offered to players were 'hat', 'lint', 'little army guy', and 'blue m&m'. These are rendered as : A magenta-to-black ombred, purple-skinned character in a magician's top hat, brim pulled low with only sharp yellowed teeth visible, bared in a grin. A white bunny sits on their shoulder and their tailcoat flares at the bottom with an electric red lining. A voluptuous, pale gray character, textured in a lumpy, cloudlike way flies, smiling gently and shedding dust. An untwisted paperclip holds her voluminous hair in a pony tail and she wears a thin gold collar or torc necklace with a round turquoise stone. An all-green army man, feet on a little stand, crouches slightly, looking up at the viewer while clutching his rifle upright and close, wide-eyed and anxious-seeming. In front of the other three stands an anthropomorphic blue, round candy, with muscular arms and legs and an M on its chest, just below the face. It wears black boots, black fingerless gloves, and holds a long-handled, magenta pink-headed axe over one shoulder, the axe head angled down. A chunk is taken out of the m&m, shearing off a quadrant of its face (including one eye) and exposing the chocolate interior. The remaining eye of the candy glares at the viewer. /end ID]

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i feel like an often overlooked downside to 10-episode seasons and the death of the "monster of the week" format is that we get way less whump variety nowadays. used to be that there'd be dozens of opportunities for your fave to get punched or kidnapped or hypnotized or what have you. these days if it doesn't fit into the main plot, it just doesn't happen. this is a tragedy. we should be protesting.