character playlists aren’t for songs a character would listen to they are for songs that remind me of the character

“x wouldn’t listen to this” yeah no shit this is for when i want to listen to my shitty songs and think about my favorite little characters

I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.

Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.

I'm gonna start talking about shit like Honor(tm) and Reputation(tm) now because every time I try to suggest we maybe stop saying horrible things to people for no good reason, somebody always hits back with a complex consequentialist argument for why it's actually totally morally justified when they tell sexual minorities to kill themselves, so how about this: Every time you DM someone "kys" you are doing incalculable damage to your kleos, and if we're mutuals then that's going to damage my kleos, and kleos is the only immortality available to we who dwell not upon Olympus. Girl your shifgrethor is in shambles.

They got all these followers but no mægen

my tummy hurts but at least i have a medical professional (baby cat) accompanying me

hi baby cat here. we hvae to cut you in to ten million pieces with my claws forever

are yhou sure about this doctor

the point of life is petting little kitty cats

God invented winter so girls could exchange body heat

I'm so glad I'm high right now I have been laughing my face off

I really appreciate how every week I reblog this, a different person interacts it. Tuesday light me up speaks to all of us at different times.

The 2024 republican primary is gonna be buck wild.

De Santis: "Hello median American voter, the only thing I have for you is transphobia."

Trump: "Ron De-sanctamonius you're little pudding fingers boy."

Biden: "Back in Scranton we used to make a thing called Dirt Nachos."

Why is Biden in the Republican primary

Got lost

Leverage had a lot of well-researched things to say about the real world, but the one I always come back to, from The Double Blind Job:

Sophie: These are not small fines. Last year, my department handled a case where the company had to pay out $2.5 billion.

Hoffman: Oh, yeah. Everybody heard about that. But what the news didn’t tell you is that that company made $16 billion on the same drug. That fine was 14% of the profit. 14%. That’s like tipping your waiter.

only $1400 to scare the shit out of yourself every single night of your life

In case you think the writers on strike aren't making good use of their time, think no more!

Only click the read more if you're fully prepared. I'm taking no responsibility past this point.

ethically sourced from tumblr post under the cut

Joe Biden is so oblivious to culture war bullshit it makes him an ideal counter to DeSantis.

DeSantis: "We have to deathpill woke moralists"

Joe Biden: What? .... Anyway, back in Scranton we would make our own concrete out of tiny sea shells.

This looks like roller coaster tycoon

Fallout 2 modded

1996-1999 Ford Taurus

A day late, but posting a story of when we first got married to celebrate our anniversary:

The thing about having an autistic husband, is as much as I love him, he just is not capable of picking up on behaviors or facial expressions and knowing what they mean. He needs me to speak the words I’m feeling.

Early on, this was a problem. When I was exhausted after work and didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with anything, I needed some time alone.

I would say “I’m tired,” get up and leave a room.

He’d follow.

I would shut a door.

He would open it, and keep talking to me.

I had to actually speak the words, “I would like a little bit of space for a while.”

And then he would say, “Oh.” In a sad voice.

And then I’d feel like an asshole, because he always seemed so sad when I did that. I didn’t want to hurt him. I loved him, and I thought I was a bad wife for wanting time for myself. Things were not good.

One day, I came home, and on my desk was a card, laminated. It was simple, black text on white background, in 36-point font. It said:

I love you. Fuck off.

And he took my hands and said the reason he was sad wasn’t that I needed space— he needs his sometimes too, but I pick up the signals and leave him alone.

He felt bad that he couldn’t understand me, and I always looked so uncomfortable and guilty when I told him.

So now I have a card that I can hand to him, any time, and he will understand and go away for an hour and nobody feels guilty.

It's a unique type of frustration when you agree that a character is deeply flawed but other people keep missing what's actually wrong with them and assigning them new flaws that they don't even have it's like free my man he did none of that. He did a bunch of other shit tho.

Im allergic to hookup culture and too weird to participate anyway. Die in my arms.