artists obsessed and possessed by one single all-consuming theme or image and returning to it over and over until the day they die…. rearranging your entire life into an altar of unflinching devotion for this one thing, the only thing, and through that devotion making it everything….that’s how you touch the universe i think.
it’s good for your mental health to have mutuals who are wildly horny about kinks which do nothing at all for you
this is both as in. sometimes you will realise that actually these kinks do do something for you and that can be very eye-opening and liberating
and also as in. sometimes you will hear someone decry these kinks as indicative of moral failing, and being friends with people like this makes you immune to that sort of knee-jerk outrage
Also primes you for awareness that there are a lot of people who like a lot of things you don’t like or even that make you uncomfortable, and that is okay, has nothing to do with their character, and is also none of your business.
there’s like 10,0000,0 accounts with names like “Best Heritage Posts” and “Tumblr Hall Of Fame Posts” and “So Funny Hellsite Posts” but where’s the shitty posts accounts. where’s the hall of fail accounts. i want to see the worst of the worst
truly, no harsh noise project can ever approach the sheer auditory torture of existing in the same room as someone scrolling tiktok, like professional bad sound engineers couldn’t make a listening experience this unpleasant if they tried
“you’ve got six names and two pronoun sets in your bio, how should people refer to you?” easy. every time you want to talk to or about me you roll 1d6 for name and flip a coin for pronoun set. if you’ve got an INT stat of 15 or lower you also have to roll to see whether you survive my eldritch blast, but that’s mostly unrelated
everyone’s talking about how bg3 will set standards but really the most revolutionary thing about the game is the sheer adequacy of the vanilla hairstyles. absolutely unprecedented for the genre
Horrible fact of the day: Chevron just released a new boat fuel that WILL give you cancer.
Not “might”, not “could”, WILL. It has a cancer ratio of 1:1, as in, in a group of 10 people, ALL 10 would contract CANCER.
The EPA’s safety limit is 1:1,000,000 as in 1 in a million people get cancer.
The EPA approved it anyways. I am not joking. The EPA approved a boat fuel that has a near 100% chance of giving someone cancer. It has such a good chance of giving someone cancer that if you DIDN’T get cancer YOU WOULD BE AN OUTLIER.
Ok, God, I am fucking wheezing, I got trained to work with mice today since I’ll need them for some experiments and the guy who trained me was like, “Yeah ok so if there’s a day where you just absolutely cannot get your mice to cooperate you can always do this” and picks up this cone-shaped bag and just put the mouse face-first into it and shows it to me and I lose my shit because deadass it was a piping-bag of mouse. Like, the whole mouse was pressed into this cone, fur and ears and feet all pressed up against the plastic, tail sticking up absurdly out of the top of the thing. It was so unimaginably fucking funny but like the mouse was perfectly ok with it, there’s a hole for air at the bottom so she could breathe and all but it was genuinely the most absurd thing I have witnessed in months
THIS IS FUCKING IT, IT’S SO FUCKING RIDICULOUS!!!!!
you will be turned to icing if you don’t start acting correctally.
naughty rodents go into the i c i n g c o n e
Re-reblogging this with a mouse picture I found bc I’m HOWLING
