I need a nap.

[garbage-empress]

you want your city to be walkable and bikeable? what's next? suckable? fuckable?

[theorangepdf]

getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

[curioscurio]

I'm trying to find a reaction image and I can't remember what it was except that it looked vaguely like this

[lahfable]

[curioscurio]

That's the one!!!!!!!!

[ebookporn]

[tentacleteapot]

[ohsalome]

Me, aged 14, reading Tolkien: Hobbits are considered chuldren until they are 30? How funky! Fantasy worldbuilding! This is so different from us humans!

Me, aged 25: Oh i get it now

[thebaconsandwichofregret]

JRR Tolkien looking upon a quad of Oxford post-graduate students: "Children, all of them children."

[captainsblogsupplemental]

[geekremix]

Data was an artist on a level organics cannot achieve and I appreciate him.

[old-manrupee]

“you may experience the emptiness with me if you wish” is all at once 1) a very cool thing to say and 2) unbearably romantic

[iamthecutestofborg]

Quarentine be like

[prismatic-bell]

The fact that Data understands the artistic value of silence within a larger body of work says a great deal about him not just as a creator, but as someone who engages with the creations of others. This is a concept that’s often mocked in the real world, but there’s an entire piece of music based around the concept (4’33”), and any actor can tell you the incalculable value of a dramatic pause or “comedic timing”.

Data is absolutely correct in his assessment that the lacunae are an important part of Doosodarian poetry. They were put into the piece for a reason, and his description of them (“you may experience the emptiness with me”) also says a lot about his understanding of their culture. This isn’t some random pause for shits and giggles. It has meaning and purpose within the larger body of the poem, and Data is actively engaging with the lacuna to determine what it means, which is the mark of not just an interested reader, but quite a skilled one.

[zagreus]

girl you look like a Mariusz Lewandowski painting (complimentary)

[zagreus]

god_i_wish_that_were_me.jpg

[myuheru-archive]

stocks are fake. gay sex is real. it’s that simple ❤️

[binguscord]

he is just standing there

[public-universal-sister]

Concerned... but brave

[scottishwobbly]

“Speak not of what men deserve. For we each of us deserve everything, every luxury that was ever piled in the tombs of the dead kings, and we each of us deserve nothing, not a mouthful of bread in hunger. Have we not eaten while another starved? Will you punish us for that? Will you reward us for the virtue of starving while others ate? No man earns punishment, no man earns reward. Free your mind of the idea of deserving, the idea of earning, and you will begin to be able to think.”

— Ursula K. LeGuin, The Dispossessed. (via outlawpoet)

[eisly-deactivated20251004]

Platypus dragon! Forgot I was working on this... Posting it now in case I lose interest again lol

[silenthill]

man i hate the allure of a good grilled cheese. you make one and eat it and its so good and perfect, maybe a little bland but in a good way and you instantly think “man that was a really good grilled cheese, im not entirely full yet, maybe i’ll have another…” dont do it. don’t even think about it. it’s the opposite of oreos. you make your second grilled cheese and 3 bites into it you’re so overwhelmed by the monotony. “this isnt nearly as good as the last one” despite being practically identical. The grilled cheese is a sacred food, it must be eaten hot, and quick. A second one only allows you to stew in the memories of the past (your previous cheese) and your nostalgia clouds your mind, creating an epic fail bite in your newest creation of dairy and grain. Show some restraint. 

[severalowls]

Soup should be a human right. In the heart of every town there should be a big pot of soup and you can help yourself. And if anybody meddles with the soup... well. the answer should be obvious.

[loptrcoptr]

I have never laughed at anything in my life as hard as I laughed at this fucking bracket

[lesbinewren]

i love it when people like “omg [story] copied [other story]” and then list the steps of the heroes journey

[r--g--b]

[arealghost]

So I went to the Josh Fight

a summary:

- Two Josh Swains were in attendance. OG Josh, hailing from Arizona

- And Nebraska's own Josh Swain, from Omaha.

(feat. An Audio Engineer doing THE MOST for that sound quality)

-All the local news stations were there

- The majority of attendees were from out of state

- The two Josh Swains battled for supremacy by Rock Paper Scissors duel.

- The victor? Josh Swain, from Arizona. A crushing defeat for Josh Swain, who despite having none of Josh Swain's newfound Twitter Clout, DID have the home team advantage, as well as a Great Look.

- Following the Josh Swain Duel and coronation of the One True Josh Swain, there was an All-Josh pool noodle battle royale

- A brief list of notable Josh Variants I saw in this battle:

Josh Swain (Prime)

Josh Swain (Secondary)

Medieval Josh (full chain mail armor)

Spider Josh (x2)

"Josh Wick" (had pool noodles mounted to two electric drills for spin-attack capabilities)

Furry Josh (A Josh in a fursuit)

Big Josh (A large man with the words "Big Josh" painted on his bare torso, and "Dad Bod" painted on his back. Armed with pool noodle wolverine claws)

Little Josh (A small boy of about 5 years old)

Luchador Josh

Roman Centurion Josh

The rules were simple. Enter the ring and fight honorably (no headshots, no hits below the belt.) If you are hit with a pool noodle, you are dead, having fallen in glorious battle. The last Josh standing would be the winner.

The battle lasted a little over sixty seconds in total. The final victor was....

LITTLE JOSH, THE SMALLEST COMBATANT.

The crowd was going wild. The chanting for Little Josh was deafening. Truly there could have been no better outcome.

pool noodle combat was then opened to the general public, for fun rather than glory.

As for Josh Prime, he was like a very cool dude! As of last reporting, he raised $6600 dollars for the Children's Hospital and a truckload of nonperishables for the local food bank alongside the other Josh Fight attendees! He offered masks to any maskless people he met, and did his best to keep things as safe and socially distanced as he could, despite the ungodly amount of people who showed up to this random fucking field outside of Lincoln, Nebraska.

(Also for the Nebraskans: Yes he tried a Runza, and yes he says he enjoyed it.)

So anyway. Shoutout to the one and only Josh Swain.

[mr-dirtlord]

cat !