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I think it's cool that exactly half of MCR gives off vampire vibe and the other half has werewolf energy (I don't make the rules, please refer to the second image for farther proof 😤)

gideon the ninth but cytherea's murder construct is one of those 12 foot home depot skeletons

reblog for sample size blah blah you already know

cats have such a beautiful relationship to space. I’ve never seen an animal so small able to take up half the length of a couch simply by sitting in the least efficient spot possible

i’m evolved i think pda is actually a good and fine thing even when straight people do it but especially when gay people do. it’s nice to see love in public don’t be a hater grab a loved one and smooch them in line for your pretzel bites or something

Not if you're taking up the whole sidewalk and blocking people's egress.

Use [Q] and [E] to strafe left and right.

the ten commandments

more commandments from the tags

tiny beaker and tiny erlenmeyer flask btw. if you even care.

wow I'm glad ppl love our tiny glassware...

here's a picture of our smallest (10mL) Erlenmeyer next to our largest (6000mL) Erlenmeyer! and a regular-sized (250 mL) Erlenmeyer at the end for scale

Found another idiotic accounting mistake from my predecessor that I have to fix and I was like "WILL THE SPECTER OF THAT MAN'S INCOMPETENCE EVER CEASE TO HAUNT ME" and my coworker was like "Why do you talk like that"

Who the fuck is Jon Sims

You have the strange one-of-a-kind ability to know, just by looking at a sheet of paper, what is meant to be written on it. Growing up this helped you ace every school exam with no one the wiser, but as an adult you’ve found it has other advantages - and disadvantages.

I was Anne, once. Anne with an e, like in the old book. 

No-one here knows my name. Here, I am Rosetta. 

It seemed so harmless when I was younger. When I looked at a paper, any paper, I knew what should be written on it. It started with my diary, when I was very young. Then quizzes and tests at school, essays and reports and so on. 

It doesn’t work on blank paper. Blank paper is neutral. Uncommitted. It needs to be committed to something. A title or heading is often enough. Sometimes I need more specifics to get me started, maybe a short precis or something. Translation and code-breaking are easy - they put them on a form, with spaces for the translated words, and those come through very clearly. 

When the war started, I volunteered. Many of us, the ones with gifts, did. Our duty, we thought. For our people, for our country. So we came forward and admitted to our gifts, and put them at our country’s service. 

That was about sixteen years ago. I have not left this facility since. 

They don’t tell me much, but I don’t know why. It’s not as if they don’t give me every coded message to decode. I know more about the war - the current one - than most of them do. 

This is the second, or maybe the third. There was a break, but so short that it might just have been a cease-fire, or a temporary truce. They made an effort to pretend to me that the same war had lasted, but after a while I tactfully pointed out to one of my handlers that I spend more time reading top-secret communiques than they do. His angry embarrassment was very amusing. 

My days are monotonous, but not altogether unpleasant. I eat well - not fancy food, but wholesome, tasty food. Every day, I spend half an hour doing exercises, to keep my body in good condition.  I spend my evenings reading, watching movies, listening to music, whatever I feel like. If I’m unwell, a doctor attends me.

It took me some time to make it clear to my handlers that they would have to make me comfortable. That wasn’t a pleasant time, and I still have some scars. But eventually I was able to talk to someone capable of reason, not just obedience. My work takes concentration. It’s hard to concentrate if you’re uncomfortable. If I’m hungry, I can’t concentrate. If I’m in pain, I can’t concentrate. If I’m tired, I can’t concentrate. If I’m uncomfortable - too cold, bad chair, all the little discomforts they tried to use to break my will - I can’t concentrate. 

If I can’t concentrate, I can’t work fast… and I make mistakes.

I am very cooperative, if I’m comfortable.

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steve buscemi in parting glances, 1986..

[id; a series of different shots of steve buscemi walking around an apartment with different box tvs stacked up. the captions on them read "straight guys are jerks, gay men are jerks, straight women are jerks. That leaves lesbians and they're off in their ivory tower somewhere laughing their heads off at the rest of us. I should've been a dyke". end id/]

...Just read this thread. JUST READ IT.

This is 100% worth reading--important information presented in an entertaining way.

(If you want to know more, many major news agencies have published & annotated the actual indictment documents; here's CNN's version.)

These two trains had such passion for each other that they destroyed each other in an effort to make contact. They appear to be sitting in the aftermath, foreheads together like two girls who had run to each other after a long time apart. It's very easy to see human emotion in this image.

Conclusion: This is yuri.

The /gardening subreddit is actually full of hippie anti-plastic anti-lawn freaks (affectionate) and I find it enjoyable and I saw a nine-word horror story I thought tumblr would enjoy

The emotion in this photo

the nervous system of a generic bilaterian animal, from Wikipedia

You are merely a specific instance of this guy.

@guiltiest-gear