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A Being Of Coffee

@elodiegk / elodiegk.tumblr.com

Hi, I'm L (they/them) I'm 23 and I'm an Aussie. ^-^
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My brother's girlfriend had HPV, so he went to get himself the HPV vaccine. There is a fee to pay (nothing much, something like €87) but it's completely free if you're in one of the "at risk" groups.

"What does that mean," he asks. "It's free if you're gay," he's told. "Ah. Would I have to like, prove it, or...?" "Just put in a check mark here."

My brother is in no way, shape or form attracted to men, but also he's stingy as it gets. So now he's officially gay. Congrats bro.

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"Doctor, give it to me straight" "You sure, there's a fee" "… Give it to me gay"

Still can’t get over the fact that The Backrooms made liminal horror “mainstream” while also completely misrepresenting the genre, ditching the subtle, melancholic sense of unease for a bloated SCP clone with edgy shadow monsters.

I personally find this to be a much better take on a similar premise:

No jumpscares. No monsters.  Just an eerie, dreamlike sense of being lost in a completely desolate, sprawling brutalist hellscape.

There’s something so unnerving about architecture that has the aesthetic of being man-made, while also realizing that nothing about these buildings would be of any practical human use.

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I think what makes this video so unnerving for me is that, after a while, you stop seeing any “dry land”. Everywhere the viewer goes, the floor is submerged in at least a couple feet of water. There’s no place to sit and rest, let alone lie down and sleep, so you’re forced to keep on wading through all this cold water for who knows how long until you find someplace above the water once again. And even if you manage to find that, nothing here was designed for human comfort. Unlike an actual pool room, there are no benches or chairs, just flat, hard ceramic tiles, no doubt cold and wet as well if only from the water that’s no doubt dripping off of you. And between all that wading, the weight of your sopping wet clothes, and slowly choking on the humid, chlorine-saturated air, exploring The Poolrooms has got to be exhausting.

no offense but I’d be so much better than you at exploring the poolrooms. catch me and the girlies having a snooze in our inflatable pool mattresses. We brought spray paint to mark our way back. Kelly brought some Mai Tais. we’re having a blast.

My 90yr old Irish Catholic grandpa doesn’t miss with my gender. He’s never gotten my name wrong, or my pronouns, never even faltered over it.

It’s all so natural too: son, big man, young man…

We’ve never talked about it. He’s the only one who hasn’t pushed for details. He just accepted it and carried on because it’s not a huge deal.

It’s so comforting.

idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it

Actually forget what I said. This dream is more important than anything

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i love reading useless information on wikis for things i already know thoroughly

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DOOM wiki: The Imp is a brown, human-sized humanoid demon that throws round fireballs and claws nearby opponents.

Me, who has been playing doom for years:

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I can't explain this sensation except that no matter how mundane the information it just feels satisfying to see other people confirm that they are aware of the same details. That indeed we all see notice and appreciate the same characteristics of things, even minor things from fiction and art. Like somehow I am just glad to get confirmation that a Goomba is a mushroom with feet and a unibrow in everyone else's world too.

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them.

based on one tumblr post THAT I CAN’T FINDDDD if anyone knows what I’m talking about pls send it thank you thank you

The circle is complete:

1898: Morgan Robertson's novella "The Wreck of the Titan" is published.

1912: RMS Titanic hits an iceberg and sinks, in an event that almost beat-for-beat follows the plot of Robertson's novella.

2023: Oceangate's experimental submersible The Titan undergoes explosive decompression while retracing the descent of the Titanic.

NOW STOP NAMING THINGS THAT