when i was a kid I was really bad (or really good depending on your definition) at hidden object games. which is to say that I would not specifically search for the objects the book asked me to look for. no. that would make no sense. what i instead did was open a spreadsheet

i then proceeded to list every single object in the image in my excel spreadsheet, highlighting the objects the book asked me to find in red as i went. Then, by the end, not only had i found the objects, I had also found and categorized all of the other objects as well. This way, if anyone asked me to find any other objects in that image, i was fully prepared

on an unrelated note i was diagnosed as autistic before third grade

You used the letter a 46 times!!

And 555 letters, so the letter a is about 8.29%

The letter a is on average used about 8.2% of the time, which means you used it more than average!! :)

a-counter you are my best friend and greatest ally

oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.

phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?

call 911 and something that is definitely not a person picks up.

call 911 and get an operator only for the call to become increasingly weirder and more sinister until you realize that whatever picked up is not there to help.

text messages from someone who's dead. voicemails that sound like dead air until you turn the volume all the way up.

emergency alerts for weather that doesn't happen on earth.

Your phone rings - but it's your phone number on the screen. You answer it, but all you hear is heavy, laboured breathing. You go to say something, only to hear your voice on the other end tell you "It's too late," and hang up.

You get a message from a number you don't recognise. It's a picture of you from behind. You turn and see there's nobody there. When you look back at your phone, you see the sender has sent another text - "Sorry, wrong number."

Your phone rings - it's a private number. You answer it, only to feel the sensation of something licking your ear.

You wake up to find a voicemail. You play it back, only to hear an autotuned version of your own voice reciting a Bible passage - 1 Peter 2: 18-20.

You get an emergency alert. It says "I'm sorry."

"Smart Guy" by Darrell Schweitzer, appears in the collection Dante's Disciples (Edited by Peter Crowther and Edward E. Kramer), for anyone interested in further reading

I haven’t watched the New York special since it aired, so here’s a very messy comic depicting my hazy recollection of what happened in it

Fuck you #TARGET . i just want some God damned shoes

I just want some god damned clothes

This meme is inescapable on French insta so I'm posting it here for all to enjoy

I don't speak French so thank you to the many, many, many people in the notes going "Wait that's not 'can it' that's 'Shut the fuck up'"

ok but like can you fuckin imagine being Bumi in ATLA… you’re literally a hundred and twelve years old, you’ve witnessed the complete genocide of an entire race, which your childhood best friend was apart of, and have spent the last literal century believing said best friend was killed along with his people. you’re doing your thing one day, being the king of your city, when some little punks recreate one of the crazier stunts you tried with your long dead best friend back in the day. and yknow thats pretty funny, hits you right in the nostalgia, you’ll probably let them off with a warning, when in walks your goddamn best friend, the one that presumably died a century ago, and is now somehow alive and still twelve. no explanation is presented for any of these things.

i honestly can’t blame bumi for fucking with aang for the entire episode bcause honestly can you even imagine how much he must have been internally freaking out? i bet after the gaang got locked into their room for the night bumi just went off and had a good long scream because seriously what the fuck.

imagine if plagg just revealed his true form on a whim whenever he felt like it

one time a casual hockey fan tried to convey this experience to me from the other side as: "it's like... okay, imagine that you like donuts, and you meet a guy who also likes donuts, and you're like, hey, cool, we both like donuts! but this guy... he built his house out of donuts"

so now when I trip into a new fandom I'm like "oh shit I'm building this house out of donuts"

[Image ID: Tweet from @/ warnerbff on 22.03.23 reading: talking to someone with the same interests as you and realizing they're a casual enjoyer while you're deranged /End ID]

May his memory be a blessing.

Willem Arondéus (22 August 1894 – 1 July 1943) was a Dutch artist and author who joined the Dutch anti-Nazi resistance movement during World War II. He participated in the bombing of the Amsterdam public records office to hinder the Nazi German effort to identify Dutch Jews and others wanted by the Gestapo. Arondéus was caught and executed soon after his arrest. Yad Vashem recognized Arondéus as Righteous Among the Nations.

Their attack, which took place on 27 March 1943, was partially successful, and they managed to destroy 800,000 identity cards, and retrieve 600 blank cards and 50,000 guilders. The building was blown up and no one was caught on the night of the attack. However, due to an unknown betrayer, Arondéus was arrested on 1 April 1943. Arondéus refused to give up the rest of his team.

Arondéus was openly gay before the war and defiantly asserted his sexuality before his execution. His final words were:

"Tell the people that homosexuals are not by definition weak."

From Wikipedia

Kuzu has rendered Omelas analysis obsolete like we simply don't need any of it anymore

they have to make a star trek episode about this guy now

i learned that in India, there is a species of giant squirrel that have multicoloured fur, with with varying shades of orange, maroon and purple. Their bodies measure 36in from head to tail – double the size of their grey relatives – and they can leap 20ft between trees (x)

Some more pictures of these funky dudes cause they’re so pretty

Oh, and they’re very cleverly called Indian giant squirrels or Malabar giant squirrels

They look like heat-treated steel!

See?

Adrien sure. had. a day. huh.

bonus:

coworker told me he “hates all mollusks” today. and to each their own obviously but like… theres 100k species of mollusk… you really hate all of them bro? nautiluses and oysters and snails and nudibranches and chitons and thousands of animals youve never even heard of???? what did ammonites even fucking do to you

he hates sea bunny?

AND leaf sheep??

hey what the fuck happened in miraculous ladybug this time

all I'm seeing is that the identity reveal didn't happen (lmao), adrien's mom is healthy again, and Gabriel got redeemed and then died

this show’s low budget actually created a genius scenario where two characters (who are identical twin sisters) have identical models and their sons (who are cousins) are also identical and have switched places several times, which means any time you see these characters in leaked material, trailers, and season finale epilogues, you’re never 100% sure who is who.

that being said:

this show insane. it’s addicting. I was naive to think I would lose interest after this season. I was fucking wrong.

edit: I’m already seeing people tagging this ‘#ml salt’ and listen to me. none of these are complaints. I fucking love this stupid show. This show is more entertaining to watch now than it ever has been and to everyone who bailed several seasons ago, I’m sorry but you’re missing out

Hey I’m Danny Phantom from Danny Phantom and you’re watching Disney Channel. *magical twinkling noises*

this bitch empty, TWEET

Have any of you heard of the Harvard MIT Pigeon Prank?

Ah yes, classical conditioning put to good use

hell yea

sonic heritage post

high school detective of the west