Rowsdower!

if you like penis coladas.. and getting shot in the brain!

Recent discourse reminds me of that cult indoctrination trick that's often used to weed out more difficult marks early on, where they tell you all that you aren't allowed to eat rice on Tuesdays and then if you protest they go "wow SOMEBODY likes rice a little much huh" as if you're the fucking weirdo who cares too much about how much rice is consumed between Monday and Wednesday instead of them.

And this forces you to decide whether your autonomy matters to you more than the approval of the group - while they'll still act like you're on thin ice either way, if you give in at this point they know you're theirs forever, because now they've established a foothold, you've shown a moral weakness, which they will brand you with so it can be used against you in the future ("hey RICE-addict here doesn't want help break into the city records office") to force you to double-down and isolate you further.

And if instead you do decide to push back further, after your abrupt departure from the group ("You're seriously leaving us over RICE?!? Seriously?") and subsequent ostracism, you can then be used as a demonstration to the others who were more pliable, of how the outgroup is full of people like you who are obsessed with violating the No-Tuesday-Rice rule to the point where they'll abandon all their friends, who cared so much for them, so it clearly isn't an arbitrary restriction, you're the kind of monster these rules are intended to protect them from, thus all the other wise and esoteric precepts of the charismatic leader are implied to be equally justified.

This isn't just for cults either! Shitty partners, bosses, friends - they all do variants of this where if you kick back the first time they make an unreasonable request, it proves you weren't ever committed since you'd let such a small thing ruin everything. And of course, if it's the third or the tenth unreasonable thing they ask of you, it's SUCH A SMALL THING to be a deal-breaker at this late point in your relationship!

ohhh, idealized mental characterization of my fav comic book character lovingly cobbled together from countless hours of media that is not actually wholly reflective of any of their canonical iterations because not a single one of their writers have ever understand them like i do, we’re really in it now :(

No vampires, no werewolves. 0/10.

LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS (1986) | dir. Frank Oz

Sisko: I don't want to know (playful, flirty)

Picard: I don't want to know (dead serious)

Michael: I don’t want to know (embarrassedly serious)

me: I have GOT to get weirder!

also me when I do get weirder: *visibly shaking* I'm going to be killed with hammers by everyone for being a freak.

Me being happy that one of the firefighters on the firefighter show is finally canonically Bi despite never watching a single episode:

when i was a kid my parents bought me an inflatable doll of the Scream by Edvard Munch (??) that was significantly taller than i was at the time and i used to slow-dance with it and pretend it was my boyfriend. It had its hands attached to its head obviously so it felt like he was always a bit horrified to be forced to dance with me

i didn't need no imaginary friends i had Screaming Joe right here !

I love this website I love it when people tell us what's wrong with them

Contemplating taking a piece of driftwood to cuddle like a blahaj

Why dont you take a transfem from on here, i've heard they are begging

WELL MAYBE THEY COULD ACTUALLY LIVE NEAR ME INSTEAD OF 4838288282818188118 MILES AWAY THEN

Good luck cosmonaut

HEY DOXXING ISNT NICE

hello can anyone hear me

this is what the internet looks like if you don't have Firefox+uBlock Origin

oh fuck this is a really good hill i gotta die on this

rich people seeing mount everest

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Black Sesame Milk

i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.

Yes. I do have a functional respiratory system. However its purpose is to maintain thermal control of my internal systems.

They’ll never do a Hitman level set in a Furry Convention because gamers would absolutely ruin it but imagine. like the target isn’t a furry he just owns a hotel that happens to have one every year but you can disguise yourself in a fursuit and some guy will ask you “what species is your sona” and 47 would be like “a wolf. i always felt a connection with…hunters.” and then diana would be like “let’s see if you can sniff out some information, furrty-seven” and then he comes to my house and kills me for writing this