Have you ever partaken in the flesh of another?
This one shall do nicely.
35 miles, happy 24 hours.
24 miles, 19 hours and ticking.
It's ok, take your time
Hog swill
Might take a minute.
Back on track, 20 miles ~20 hours, might need a medic.
Buddy???
Found the portal, expect my corpse to arrive in 17-20 hours.
What
What the hell
Social media sucks all around. I post on tumblr and LinkedIn occasionally, but I wanna disown myself each time.
I mean I kinda get it though. No judgement/hate.
my tumblr dashboard hasn't gotten the updated UI yet so hearing more and more people I follow gradually post about the nightmare they're currently living just feels like I'm in the first fifteen minutes of a horror series where Troubling News Stories are starting to crop up on the radio and on blurry background TV sets
the gimmick blogs are like tumblr’s rogue gallery. yes we’ve got some heroes, yes we’ve got some villains, but more importantly if you look over here you will see some freak who devotes all their time to counting the number of “t’s” in a post
T Count: 15
Letter Count: 198
Your T Percentage: 7.58%
Average T Percentage: 6.95%
You used the letter T 1.09 times as much as average!
YOU EXIST???
So I am treating myself to a day at Dashcon. Thing is I can only go one day and both Friday/Saturday have really cool things planned. Which day should I go? Please help me out.
Saturday has a ball pit and meet-ups soooooooo. ;D
why do you think im putting it on my damn rice
This is a pro-MSG blog on this blog we love MSG
(grabbing the god damn msg flakes) there better not be any god damn msg in these
I made a thing!
I have spent the past few weeks working rigorously on this project. As soon as I saw you could make a house in Tears of the Kingdom, I knew what I wanted to do.
I made one of every room, except for the Garden Pond(which I might make, I just had difficulty figuring out where I would even put it) and the Outdoor atairs(which I refuse to make, because making stairs sucks!)
Each section of the house is held on by magnets. They aren’t very strong, but they were cheap and hold it together well enough. I might replace them with slightly larger, stronger magnets in the future, though.
Here are the weapon rooms. Shield, sword, and bow rooms, in that order.
The kitchen and bedroom pieces.
The shrine and study rooms.
And the paddock and flower garden. I didn’t have any flowers, so I used flock. And the only flock that I had that wasn’t green was fall orange. Something to fix later. I also need to find some hay bales for the paddock.
You know you're talking to someone with an extreme bias when you say "I don't think we should talk politics" and their response is to accuse you of supporting the other side 🥴
No, both sides fcking suck and are full of idiots, leave me alone
And whatever "side" you may or may not be on, nobody fucking owes you a political discussion. Sheesh
OH YEAH! THEN TELL ME. UN SNAKES YOUR SOLID! WHY OH WHY
Do you like pineapple on pizza. Is it because your a heretic? Or is it because you just hate the Italians. I SEE YOU!
xD
Pineapple on pizza works from a flavor perspective!
It's because you want to be devoured by that which you devour. To thrill at the thought that if you gorge too much, that which you have taken will take you instead.
To become the victim of bromelain revenge.
To feel Pele's curse upon thee.
No I don't have a vore kink
But the pineapple does
This meeting could have been an erotic hypnosis video. 
Just gonna tell myself this about every unpleasant experience I have from now on
“Shaggy doesn’t do drugs, he’s just Like That.” is great characterization. “Shaggy is against doing drugs and will say so to the camera.” is terrible characterization. “Shaggy is a pothead.” is generic but acceptable characterization. But may I present a new angle for consideration: Shaggy has no clue about drug culture. None. We give Fred all of the clueless traits because of the himbo energy but give some of those to Norville Rogers who grew up in a sheltered house with no social life (but a loyal dog!). A Shaggy who loves of all of his friends but has no idea what they’re talking about. “Hey, Shag, do you smoke weed?” “You mean, like, do I burn the weeds growing in my garden? Zoinks, that could cause a wildfire, that’s bad for the earth, man.”
I simultaneously feel attacked and seen
the weather says itll be sunset every day next week
You laughed it off when the weather man said it. Of course it'll be sunset, we've all seen how this works. Little more than a little joke for a little laugh amidst the dreary and the dull. Then you woke up that day. Brilliant, blazing oranges and sunwashed yellow beams reaching through the clouds into the dregs of blue on the horizon. It was sunset. You panicked, looking at your phone, only to find more questions in its answer: 9:45 AM.
You jumped into your group chats, onto your feeds, to see them all fit to burst with confusion and no small amount of panic, when you remembered the weatherman's "joke."
You're tired.
You locked your phone and put it facedown on the dresser, heaving an almighty sigh before pulling on clothes and going on with your day. "This may as well happen," you thought to yourself.
It was all day. The sunset itself shifted with the clouds and the atmosphere, but hung right in place, unmoving, until dusk. It almost startled you, noticing the light fading, but the uneasiness left you quickly. In its wake, comfort found purchase, and you decided to turn in a little early. It was a weird day.
The next morning, you weren't surprised, but almost disappointed to see it: sunset again. You knew it was forecast for all week, but part of you hoped the day/night cycle would somehow restore itself early, with the sun finally moving. You found yourself putting on warmer clothes that day.
With every sunset day, it got colder. Panic was rising. Plants couldn't grow the same in such low light. Scientists were pulling their hair out. How could it be only sunset? Surely the sun would have to rise to set, right?
You decided to see it for yourself. You told yourself you'd sleep early and wake in time for sunrise, but in reality you never slept. morning was approaching. You'd had more than one energy drink just to keep the grogginess down. The moon approached the horizon, and...
The sky began to brighten. you looked to the east, but the sky was darker over there. You looked back towards the moon, only to find the dull, red evening sun where it just was.
You were cold.
You were tired.
You checked the forecast.
Sunset every day next week.
I want to see you actively cherish and care for men. I really do. It's something I'm extremely passionate about.
In progressive circles, I can only talk about how harmful the way we view and talk about men is through the lens of how it affects trans people. It's like we're so focused on oppression that that's the only language some of us can speak in arguments.
If I say "calling men gross and predatory and saying you hate them and cutting them out of your circles harms trans women who get thrown away with those gross stinky men you hate," I get some nods of approval.
But if I say "hey treating men this way is just actively harmful to men and maybe that's a bad outcome too because they're people" I get "men can't be oppressed, idiot." Which is just a total non sequitur; I get that men are not oppressed in a broad social sense, but you can still be shitty to them and it's still shitty. And it still hurts them.
And you know how I know that? Because of that first part. Because I know exactly what it's like to be treated like a predator the way men are, and some of you only fucking care about that because I'm not a man.
Usually I keep out of these discussions because I know it's mostly online shit, but... it happens in real life, too, all the time. I live it. I see how you look at me until you catch that I'm queer. And I see how you look at the men I love, who will never see your gaze soften.
I just want to be able to ask people to love and care for men without having to (correctly) label their gender essentialism as oppressive to sexual and gender minorities.
I'm just tired, man. Treat each other right.
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
The most annoying thing with ADHD impulsiveness is when you finally have motivation to do something and then it turns out you can't.
Like, I just went "I'M GONNA MAKE SOME FUCKING MUFFINS" and I was preheating the oven and then WHOOPS I'm out of vegetable oil.
I can run to the store or have it delivered, but both of those are likely to take so long that by the time I get my veggie oil, I'll have lost the motivation to bake.
Look one of the most overlooked symptoms of ADHD is time blindness, and with it there's only three times:
one thirst follow is worth a hundred ppl that followed me because they see me as just a digital comedian
I still can't believe I didn't figure out that the blue spirit was Zuko. I think what threw me off was that two second shot of the blue spirit behind Zhao before Zuko appeared in the episode and established a reason he might need to be sneaking around. I figured there was a third party about to be introduced and that Zuko's cameo at the beginning of the episode was to remind viewers that, of all the people hunting Aang, Zhao was the worst. If the blue spirit had appeared after Zuko had his monologue about all the things he was about to lose, I think I would have figured it out. So congrats to the Avatar writers for that two second curveball scene at the very beginning - it fooled me!
That two second scene also raises the question: why was Zuko creeping around Zhao at the beginning? And also Zuko is a bonkers level skilled swordsman apparently?
There's something oddly tragic, to me, about how good of a swordsman he is, contrasted to how good of a firebender he *isn't*.
I mean, at the start of the series he still was struggling with the basics Iroh was trying to teach him. But he can apparently use blades and sneak around like a master ninja?
Just imagine if Zuko had been born into a family that nurtured his actual talents and interests, instead of being burdened by all the expectations of being the Firelord's son
an autopsy found that the skull was inside of his head the whole time
