tsarina-anadyomene:

i think people on this website have such a positive valence toward cringe because when they think of cringe they think of like furries instead of (for example) people who described themselves as “cuomosexuals” in 2020

wizard0rb:

wizard0rb:

i was telling my roommate about how the first girl i ever had a crush on in high school was really into homestuck, which made me read all of it to impress her. and how, even though we never became more than acquaintances, reading homestuck caused a ripple effect that changed the trajectory of my life forever. and my roommate. my roommate just looks at me and goes “revolver ocelot behavior.” how the fuck do i recover from this

i want to die

chaumas-deactivated20240115:

fourohfourlifenotfound:

thecactifindahome:

chaumas-deactivated20240115:

Welcome back to another episode of “internet quotes that sound like literature”

Today we have this fucking quote, that when places aesthetically on a fridge fooled me into thinking it’s art until I looked it up and remembered:

It’s from the fucking ps5 song

why would you think “we will have cowboy times in space” sounds like it comes from artsy literature

dark-light-knight:

Creator: Xavier Collette.

gehayi:

theglintoftherail:

weaselle:

criptochecca:

oh he 100% doesnt know what year it is

i am not happy with our choices this election. But you should know that the reason he’s the first president to “refuse” a cognitive test is because one isn’t included in the presidential physical exam in the first place.

There was a petition of doctors who wanted Trump’s cognitive function tested during his physical exam, and everybody involved on the republican side said no, and then Trump himself actually insisted he did take one in a fit of ego. He was, as far as i can tell, the first president to ever take one while in office.

At his request for the cognitive testing, Trump’s doctor administered the Montreal Cognitive Assessment which is like 5 questions and has not been proven to be an accurate test of much at all. It’s a lot like when you hit your head and they ask you the date and your name and stuff – answering correctly in no way means you don’t have a head injury or concussion or whatever, it’s just a couple of first step questions. Then Trump said a lot of lies and bullshit about his “cognitive test”

Now republicans and right leaning publications are spreading shit like this. Biden didn’t “refuse” a cognitive test, his aides confirmed that, as usual, a cognitive test is not included during the president’s doctor visit.

again, i think our choices are shit this election, i don’t like how old Biden is, and i think the way our first-past-the-poll voting system automatically results in an extremist two party system fronting candidates that the majority of the country doesn’t like is some fucked up bullshit

but our house is on fire and one candidate is a bucket of water that won’t help much and the other is a bucket of gasoline, and, y'know, angry as i am about it all i am still going to vote for the bucket of water while we look for other solutions

Don’t let them trick you into letting gasoline get thrown on this fire please

At this point I’m not even posting this for politics reasons, I’m posting it because my GOD you gullible bitches need to learn how extremely basic propaganda works. Jesus christ.

Repeating for those in the back…

Gullible bitches need to learn how extremely basic propaganda works.

retroactivebakeries:

coluring:

i used to think the brain was the most important part of the body. then I thought, look who’s telling me that…

In the human body, there are SEVEN WOEFUL PRINCES that suffer under the harsh lash of REALITY-CONQUERING TYRANT CEREBELLUM. Their names are thus:

ARTERY-AND-VEIN MENDICANT: The prince who sits at the center of an endless ocean of blood, stirring the systolic and diastolic tides with his jade-lacquered oar. It is said that in ancient times, he sat the throne of selfdom, but was usurped. It wouldn’t be very mendicantly of him to give in to a wicked urge for vengeance and retribution, but even the greatest saints can have slight flaws in their character.

BRAZEN LIVER CHAMPION: Only the strongest may survive in the terrifying princedom of the BRAZEN LIVER CHAMPION, a behemoth warrior clad head-to-toe in superheavy membraneous armor. He seeks to build up an army of deadly toxins and warrior-cells with which to overthrow the reign of REALITY-CONQUERING TYRANT CEREBELLUM, wresting the throne away for himself.

CANDLEMAKER: She who keeps the lipids of the body in her magical jar, and fashions fat into candles that burn with all the energy stored within it. She keeps no royal domain, but has declared the Cellular Republic of the Tissues, a neutral ground of functional anarchy where princeless organelles and exiled corpuscles may make their homes. Still, she schemes for the throne of selfhood, for she dreams of transforming the body into pure energy in an instant of divine ignition.

DEVILISH APPENDIX LORD: Of the SEVEN WOEFUL PRINCES, the DEVILISH APPENDIX LORD is the most woeful by far. They exist as nullity, a collection of emergent processes of the void that have concatenated into a capacity for experiencing reality. Every day, the DEVILISH APPENDIX LORD must choose between continuing the endless torments of existence, or returning to their kingdoms of nothingness by killing the body whole. How long can such patience last?

GODFUCK LIBIDO: This prince is a wild beast among nobles, in the sense that it is literally a big fuck-off bear with magic powers. It governs the junk, and all the dumb animal impulses that emanate from within. GODFUCK LIBIDO has no plan for what it’d do if it won the throne of selfhood, because bears are not capable of that kind of long-term thinking.

KALEIDOSCOPIC PINEAL DRACULA: The vampire princess reigns from a petrified cathedral within the very flesh of the REALITY-CONQUERING TYRANT, holding her dominion against the tyrant’s absolute rule by the power of her three enchanted eyes. Within the bounds of her demesne, she keeps a ruthless court of scheming neurotransmitters, hormone functionaries, and the tyrant’s own emissaries. She would take no throne for herself, but rather push the body onward to full revolution, allowing a transcendent evolution towards the end of human entelechy through the harmonious alignment of all organs and tissues. But then again, she is a dracula, so, take that last part with a bit of salt.

LOVELY LADY FEMUR: This skeleton empress commands all manner of necromancy, reigning from an ivory tower that binds the human body to the dirt of its mortality. If she were to the steal the throne of selfdom from the REALITY-CONQUERING TYRANT, her magical power would tip the balance of power from flesh to bone, which…probably is better we don’t think about. 

niconicorose:

niconicorose:

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Tommy Tallarico’s house is for sale

Witness the end

I guess this answers how things are going since the Hbomberguy video

duncebento:

maybe it sound pretentious to you cos u be watchin bluey only

jesncin:

jesncin:

“Who Is Superman? A Private Interview with Lois Lane” a fancomic about hope and connection.
I’ve had this story in mind for so long and I’m very excited to be able to share it at last. Thank you for reading, and happy Lunar New Year!

Aah thanks for all the love guys ;_; in case anyone’s interested in more historical context I recommend these New Naratif articles on the May 1998 Riots in Indonesia, and “My Name Is…” a short comic on the history behind Chinese-Indonesian names.

thesnadger:

I have a question about this image of Xanathar’s Thieves Guild.

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Why does he have sexily lounging elf boys?

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I ask because I cannot imagine a beholder being attracted to anything other than itself. Does he just understand Sexily Lounging Elf Boys to be a status symbol, and he wants anyone who visits to know he can afford Sexily Lounging Elf Boys?

Maybe I’m the asshole here for assuming. Maybe these boyfriends are master tacticians here to advise Xanathar, they happen to like wearing leather pants and no shirts and I should be less quick to reduce them to sex objects.

I don’t care, I love it, this is all I can think of every time I see it:

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