said this as part of a larger point in a reblog but I'm gonna make it its own post:
humans have the right to do things that are mildly bad for us sometimes.
you have the right to eat way too many pierogi and make yourself a little sick. you have the right to go skydiving. you have the right to pull an all-nighter building the Imperial City of Tamriel in Minecraft. you have the right to get drunk in your living room watching football.
life is not about making the safest most logically correct choice at all times. you're a blob of salty meat piloting a flesh mech and you get to act like it.
This is called dignity of risk and it's a big topic in disability rights spaces. id elaborate but im fuckin wiped
it's always funny how people will advocate for bodily autonomy when it comes to certain things but then shy away from anything they personally wouldn't do to their own body. like yeah, that's why it's your body buddy. i can do what i want with mine.
The best shot of the year
Those in the notes worried about this being AI, it's not - her name is Pan Xiaoting and she's a badass billiards pro
nobody asked but its very funny that this is the top post of all time in the adhd women subreddit
nobody asked but its very funny that this is the top post of all time in the adhd women subreddit
tv pitch: a completely average workplace sitcom except that it’s established at the end of the pilot that it takes place on the 90th floor of the world trade center in 2000. every episode the date is shown, just to build the sense of impending doom. the show is otherwise a completely generic the office ripoff. the intro sequence is a montage of airplanes taking off.
at the end of the second season, we reach 9/10/01. after six months of waiting, season 3 drops. now it’s 9/12/01. nothing has happened. the characters carry on as normal. fans of the series go insane. the show never explains what happened, and continues to pretend it’s a normal sitcom.
the lesbian computer from portal was right. given the circumstances ive been shockingly nice
insane like/reblog parity on this post btw
This was drawn on a steady soundtrack of Toybox, Günther and the Vengaboys.
Bitchy Old (& Middle Aged) Queens
@garaks-padded-bra THE POLL NEEDS YOU
Briefly posting in other fandoms for a second really makes me appreciate how much tact star trek fans have in comparison because why does my inbox look like that rn
Perfect example of this phenomenon. IT fan vs ds9 fan in quick succession
Can someone photoshop cardassian frasier for me its 1 am here
“Incoming transmission Mr. Crane.” “On screen.”
“Hello Father.”
“My god Fraiser… you look worse than a Ferengi production of The Tempest!”
Lmaooooooo
Here's my attempt at a publicity still o7
Beautiful.
actually hey pull over there's a gas station in this town where a guy named Tongue Eater will make you the best turkey sandwich you ever have had. he's really nice and he loves to put turkey into the deli slicer and listen to milk rhythms.
you never heard of milk rhythms? milk rhythms is a type of music that's supposed to make you lactate. it doesn't work but that's the idea behind it. Tongue Eater says he just likes how it sounds though.
he used to be in a band back when i knew him but i'm not sure if it's still going on because i heard the bassist get turned vegan and couldn't abide tongue eater's powerful turkey stench. they were called "curd smack". it wasnt exactly milk rhythms though but you could heard the influence.
but yeah Grackle (that the bassist) got turned vegan. kinda a bummer. nothing against vegans it's just Grackle got turned against her will. she had been seeing a hypnotist for sleep reasons but it turned out she couldnt pay so the hypnotist turned her vegan as revenge. He knew it would drive a wedge between Grackle and Tongue Eater.
anyway if you want the sandwich i'm buying. Tongue Eater gives me a discount bc i helped him out once with a paper he was working on on symmetry groups. We were in the same crystallography program in grad school. did i not mention that? well that's how I know him.
it's a good sandwich. cranberry relish, mustard, the works. And i know what you're thinking; don't worry. He's not gonna eat your tongue lol. He doesn't do that anymore. Not without permission
In hindsight being a “gifted kid” is so funny. You have substantial difficulties with socializing and fine motor skills but we’re going to ignore that because you’re really good at reading chapter books
We don't need to raise this one because it can read novels.
"Irish doesn't have a word for please, you have to say if it be your will" buddy do I have news for you about "please"
"Irish doesn't have a word for hello you have to use a shorthand religious blessing" buddy do I have news for you about "goodbye"!
"In Polish the word for car is that which walks by itself" BUDDY what do you think an AUTOMOBILE is?
you have got to understand that your mother tongue is not the model of language. all your words have secret histories and layers of meaning just the same as other people's words. the word you think of as just a word has etymology, it wasn't handed down from God as a finished word. English doesn't have a word for movie you have to either refer to the recording medium or use a short version of "moving picture", isn't that cute?
official linguistics post
All words are made up. Don't lament the creation of new words or "slang". Embrace it.
hey followers. have you ever wanted to know how it feels to be inside a bag of cornflakes
I fucking hate this website because not only did I click this goddamn link expecting it to be a joke of some sort, but it wasn’t a joke and I sat here spinning the screen around enjoying myself in a stupid bag of cornflakes like the dumbass monkey I am on Tumblr.com, enthralled by being in a bag of corn flakes in
These cornflakes are in a pretty nice kitchen
So… I decked the halls. I caroled. I gifted presents to men to cover up the presents of other men. I am an accessory to merriment. But the most jolly thing of all… I think I can live with it.
