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now that's a friend indeed
"Ignore the long Elmo" no I don't think I will
This is very stupid but it’s genuinely what I think about every time I consider skipping dinner after work
Edit: legit did not realize that senshis fighting for his life in the sexyman polls but I’m very happy to be spreading pro senshi propaganda
OK I'm in the pussy 👍. Now what
Extract the artifact and get out of there STAT!
reblog this to be an annoying faggot at ur followers
has anyone noticed that after the porn ban of 2018 tumblr was essentially killed from the mainstream and everyone flocked to other social media sites like twitter and meta. then those sites got enshittified to where twitter became Nazi Central and meta sites had an entire meme around getting “zucced” aka mark zuckerberg himself would ban you for saying a no-no word like fuck. and then the mainstream shifted to tiktok where infamous toddlerspeak sentences like “he got unalived by a pew pew” were born because if you once again say a no-no word like kill or gun or any other word that isn’t corporate i mean kid friendly then the algorithm will bury your post into the ground. and somehow we’ve come full circle and tumblr is now the most bearable social media site because although we can’t have female presenting nipples we can at least talk to each other like adults. has anyone noticed that at all or is it just me and the flaming skull
why does this fucker have so much bullshit on his pants. what is bro always prepared for.
Baby’s first huffing experience 🫶
all ive been thinking abt for the past 2 days
Marine bio nerd gets a good kissing (by being a nerd)
baddie and her nerd boyfriend🤭
Intron Depot 1 Artbook - Ghost in the Shell
Oh wow…Lovecraft and Philip K Dick have been jamming on acid in the afterlife:
The classic science fiction trope of brain-in-a-jar appears in many forms: the disembodied human intelligence sustained by machines in Donovan’s Brain, the grotesque preserved heads and laboratory minds of old pulp horror and B-movies, and the philosophical nightmare of The Matrix, where consciousness survives inside an artificial reality while the body is reduced to biological hardware. In each version, the central terror is the same: a mind severed from ordinary life, kept alive by technology, trapped somewhere between person, specimen, and machine.
That fantasy has begun to move, uneasily, from pulp imagination into the outer edges of modern science. Researchers are now growing brain organoids: tiny clusters of human brain-like tissue developed from stem cells, capable of forming neural structures, producing electrical activity, and in some cases connecting with computational systems. These are not conscious minds preserved in glass, nor are they miniature human brains in any complete sense, but they represent a profound shift in what can be created, studied, and sustained outside the body.
The most unsettling implication is philosophical rather than merely technical. Science has not produced a trapped human consciousness, but it has produced living neural systems that learn, respond, signal, and imitate some of the architecture of thought. The old image of a brain suspended in fluid once belonged to horror films and speculative fiction. Now it lingers at the edge of laboratory reality, forcing us to ask where mere tissue ends and moral significance begins. The jar may be real; the ghost inside it remains unproven.
Oh wow…Lovecraft and Philip K Dick have been jamming on acid in the afterlife:
The classic science fiction trope of brain-in-a-jar appears in many forms: the disembodied human intelligence sustained by machines in Donovan’s Brain, the grotesque preserved heads and laboratory minds of old pulp horror and B-movies, and the philosophical nightmare of The Matrix, where consciousness survives inside an artificial reality while the body is reduced to biological hardware. In each version, the central terror is the same: a mind severed from ordinary life, kept alive by technology, trapped somewhere between person, specimen, and machine.
That fantasy has begun to move, uneasily, from pulp imagination into the outer edges of modern science. Researchers are now growing brain organoids: tiny clusters of human brain-like tissue developed from stem cells, capable of forming neural structures, producing electrical activity, and in some cases connecting with computational systems. These are not conscious minds preserved in glass, nor are they miniature human brains in any complete sense, but they represent a profound shift in what can be created, studied, and sustained outside the body.
The most unsettling implication is philosophical rather than merely technical. Science has not produced a trapped human consciousness, but it has produced living neural systems that learn, respond, signal, and imitate some of the architecture of thought. The old image of a brain suspended in fluid once belonged to horror films and speculative fiction. Now it lingers at the edge of laboratory reality, forcing us to ask where mere tissue ends and moral significance begins. The jar may be real; the ghost inside it remains unproven.