i do consider myself a temporarily embarrassed lightning wizard

lab safety but the teacher just wants you to die

sci fi is when it's called a "mission" and fantasy is when it's called a "quest"

there is this thing called a "kitty cat". and you can get one for inside your home, and it will sit on all of your surfaces, and you can pet it.

it baffles me when people say “i got tricked into watching this show for a ship that isn’t even canon” bro if those men had kissed, you would’ve SEEN it. i’ve seen gifs of men making out in shows i have no desire to watch. i’ve seen sex scenes from movies that nobody has ever heard of. when men kiss on screen, i am notified

I love when cats get a claw stuck in your clothes and then act like it's YOUR fault. lil bro I'm literally just clad in garments you're the one with your terror toes deployed

Maria Skłodowska-Curie's notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They're so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes "yea there's a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush." like wat excuse me

I appreciate the Murderbot Diaries’ positive and casual depiction of polyamory. There are so many instantly relatable polyamorous moments, like the kids referring to First Mom and Second Mom, or the challenges of integrating the killer cyborg you’ve trauma-bonded with into an established polycule.

it's okay to draw for glory. don't let anyone convince you that art has to be a hobby. you don't have to rest or take breaks. if you feel yourself hitting a wall feel free to lose sleep over the process. you can forgo friendship if you need to. it's completely fine to want to want your art to win you immortality through your influence and canonization as a master. you don't have to take it easy

if you’re stuck, add a meal scene. nothing brings characters together like emotionally fraught soup.

my giant mechanical crab monster is the only way to save california city

sitting backwards on the cuck chair so they know I'm cool

>see bird creeping up and down a tree trunk >look it up >common treecreeper

can't make this shit up

this your man?

"But what if they're secretly upset with me and are just claiming to be fine-" Then they have shitty communication skills and that's not your fault or responsibility

yes... ha ha ha... yes!

okay i lied put your clothes back on we're not having sex i'm fundamentally evil and i need you to kill me