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"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.
I was talking about Sherlock Holmes with my cool weird 42 year old coworker the other day and he said that he had read other works by ACD but not any Sherlock Holmes. ACD is smiling down from heaven on his one and only true fan.
While Bell can't believe she just did that, Leo remembers her wishes of not starting anything.
ive found that partially treated mental illness can sometimes look to uninvolved onlookers like faked mental illness.
"someone who really has pOCD would be disgusted and horrified at their intrusive thoughts" or maybe i'm in therapy & am going by the books, being radically ambivalent to my intrusive thoughts instead of wasting energy mentally washing my paws of sin. i'm not going to perform my rock bottom for you for the sake of being believed.
"I won't perform my rock bottom for you for the sake of being believed" is going straight into my permanent storage holy shit
happy last day of pride to the gay snails who hug and kiss for hours without mating
@snailspotter
honey is the only food product that never spoils. there are pots of honey that are over five thousand years old and still completely edible
i also want to point out we know it tastes the same even after thousands of years b/c archaeologists who discovered two thousand year old honey tasted it. presumably right after they looked at each other and went âwhat the hell here goes nothingâ
Iâm pretty sure they also identify human remains by taste. Archaeologists are straight up freaks.
No, no no⊠you identify bone from rock or other substances by touching it to your tongue. If it sticks, itâs bone. The taste itself has nothing to do with it. And most archaeologists wonât lick human bones if they know theyâre human.
âŠand I realize that doesnât actually do much to prove archaeologists arenât freaks.
mai nam is jane and wen i dig i fynde some roks both smol and big i put my tung upon the stone for science yes i lik the bone
Iâm sitting with a bunch of archaeologists and we just laughed so hard we CRIED weâre getting tshirts with this on them
I will never ever get tired of seeing bredlik poems. It is really one of the seminal art forms of the century. I am not being sarcastic.Â
If I ever donât reblog this, assume Iâm dead and archaeologists are licking my bones.
Marvel Swimsuit Special: Brand New Beach Day #1 (2026)
pin-up by Dan Panosian
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Hey look. This version isnât pixelated to all heâll!
Of Doctors and Dragons by BodhrĂĄn M.
It eats people.
The assurance kept bouncing around Sixâs head as he climbed up the grassy slope. The man had looked quite serious as heâd said it but had added with the wisdom of a scholar that he didnât think that was going to dissuade him.
And he was right, Six thought with a touch of pride, heâd never been stopped by the threat of carnivorous creatures before. And he had a lovely scar on his left leg to prove it.
Come to think of it, he also had a scar in the small of his back from a manticore⊠and another under his third rib on the right side from a gryphonâŠ
Ah, well, that was life. Couldnât expect to get through it without some bruises, right? Besides, heâd quite enjoyed all three of those excursions.
Apart from the actual getting mauled, of course, but you couldnât have everything.
Anyway, Six had heard a lot of stories about dragons and heâd never actually come across a confirmed case of a human being devoured by one. It was always a case of someone whoâd heard it from someone whoâd heard it from a merchant whoâd known of someone vanishing mysteriously near a dragonâs lair. You never got to the source, exactly.
Sometimes, heâd wondered if the story had been made up by the dragons themselves just to get some peace. That made some sort of sense, he lied to himself.
But then again, those devoured didnât often get to tell the tale.
Six shivered, half from horror and half from delight. This was the fun part, the little moment before all hell broke loose and things got really interesting.
And this was when things got really interesting.
Cresting the hill, he was suddenly met with the vaguely disturbing tableau of four heavily armed, thickly padded figures all levelling nasty looking rifles in his direction.
He froze where he was, lifting his hands high into the air. Â âOh,â he said, trying a charming grin. âI think I may have gotten a bit lost.â
They didnât lower their weapons. One â the smallest â ratcheted the pin of their gun in a meaningful manner. âState your business.â
Sixâs grin got wider. âMy nameâs Six,â he said, âanâ âm lookinâ for a dragon.â
The tallest lowered their weapon and stepped forwards. Their face was completely concealed by a black hood and scarf, but they dug in their pocket and retrieved a cigarette of some kind. Some careful manoeuvring of the various materials later and they had it stuck in their mouth and lit.
Six thought about applauding, but he also quite liked having a head and all his limbs. So, instead, he just waited to see what theyâd do.
âWell, you found it,â the tallest figure said. Their voice was quite high for their size and Six suspected they might be a woman. They gestured behind them to a gaping shadowy maw of a cave, leading into the hill and â presumably â underground.
âSo, I am in the right place. Can I go inside?â
The smallest guard â he was guessing, but he felt confident enough about that title that he would have bet money â shook their rifle threateningly. âWhy?â
Shrugging, which was surprisingly difficult to do with both hands above your head, Six said, âI just wanted to see if the rumours were true. Talkinâ to a dragon â thatâd be somethinâ to tell the grandkids, wouldnât it?â
The end of the cigarette flared red as the tallest guard inhaled. âAnd would you,â they said, smoke curling around each level word, âbe concerned if I told you that it eats people?â
He thought about it for a moment. âI dunât know,â he replied, honestly, ââcause I dunât know if thatâs true. What you just told me.â
âI beg your pardon?â
âWell,â Six began, âyou asked if I would be concerned if you told me that the dragon eats people. Not whether I would be concerned that it eats people. Can I put my arms down now? Theyâre gettinâ tired.â
The guards looked over at each other, seemingly in a bid to work out what heâd just said.
Normally, this would be the point where he ran away, but they didnât seem like they were going to shoot him immediately. Or at least, shoot him anywhere immediately fatal. It was an important distinction to make in times like these.
And also, he was having tremendous fun.
âWell, it doesnât matter what I tell you,â the tallest guard finally said, âbecause it doesnât change the fact that it eats people. And yes, you can put your arms down.â
Sixsmith pulled a face and let his arms drop to his sides, careful not to reach anywhere near his pistol. âWhoâd it eat?â
âWhat?â
âWhoâd it eat? Presumably, someone from here, right?â
The smallest guard lifted their gun again, shaking it in his direction and said the very words he was hoping to hear. âYou ask too many questions.â
He shrugged, secretly rejoicing. That phrase was only said when the speaker either didnât have â or didnât want to give â the real answers.
Six liked mysteries. They did usually mean he had to cross a town off his internal map after the locals chucked him out on his ear, and he typically picked up a few physical mementos, but they were usually worth it.
But a dragon who ate people (but never anyone the accusers could actually name), a mafia of doctors and armed guards seemed just exactly the right amount of unexplained madness to be interesting.
He thought it was about time he did what he did best.
It was time to stick his nose in and see who tried to cut it off first.
Six slipped into the busiest pub he could find and took his subtlety off at the door.
Heâs just a guy (who happens to be a Mutant). Happy Disability Pride Month!
I have decided that he has to concentrate and activate the bite like snake venom because a) thatâs funnier that he still considers himself a useless mutant in the fighting evil category and B) otherwise heâd be put down by Wolverine like that one kid who could burn people alive just by being near them.
Heâs just a guy (who happens to be a Mutant). Happy Disability Pride Month!
But when I say the âwholesome and funnyâ YouTube short I have been handed of students surprise showing their teachers 10+ year old photos of themselves and most them were emo/goth in some way and every single one now has medium brown beach waves and is wearing head to toe beige and immediately screams and hides the photo like itâs the most embarrassing thing in the world is a hallmark of a deeply insidious tendency to associate socially acceptable WASPy aesthetics with maturity and responsibility and perpetuates the idea that everyone grows up, âgets rightâ and becomes the most digestible unobtrusive heterosexual Iâm âtaking it too seriouslyâ
âItâs not that seriousâ oh but it issssss because every day we perpetuate the idea that non-conformity of any kind to the white straight middle class standard is inherently immature and gets âleft behindâ when someone becomes a socially acceptable adult
This idea that maturity is conformity is everywhereeee if you look for even a moment
happy disability pride month and once again, FUCK lazy subtitles. fuck the [speaks foreign language] instead of actually transcribing the words, fuck shortening sentences and changing whats been said for no reason, fuck censoring swearing in captions but not in audio and fuck anyone who says youre being 'too sensitive' for being upset about a lack of accessibility
Apparently in the states it is illegal for captions not to match audio exactly. My little brother has written emails to streaming services multiple times for subtitle errors and it is always fixed expeditiously. Forever grateful to him.
At Toba aquarium in Japan, after closing time, some clever little otter pups help their grandpa tidy up their toys. As a reward, he gives them ice cubes
lesbian heated rivalry wouldnât be in hockey because there are already many out queer women in hockey due to the fact that hockey is viewed as a menâs sport. the whole reason hockey is captivating for mlm is because it is a toxically masculine sport and the idea of having out queer men in that sport is surprising (requiring them to stay closeted/have situationships/etc), whereas it is not nearly as surprising for queer women. therefore, lesbian heated rivalry would actually occur in a setting like ballet, gymnastics, or some other stereotypically feminine sport (that has toxic feminine standards) where queer women are not as visible. in this essay i will