Well now I have a conundrum
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Well now I have a conundrum
June 15 is the anniversary of both the Night Vale and Gravity Falls pilots, as well as Vanessa Doofenshmirtz’s birthday and “give it up for day 15” day
happy birthday to the only things ever
And love händel reunion day and Linda and Lawrence’s anniversary
Hey.
The most day ever
corbeau who specializes in steel-type pokemon
Gameboy peripheral PediSedate was designed for dentists and dosed kids with nitrous oxide as they played games.
Time to enter the GAMER ZONE
Camera, printer, sewing machine, now a fucking anaesthetic adminstrator…was there anything the Game Boy didn’t have an accessory for?
Do you know about the fish finding sonar?
gameboy sprinted so smart phones could lag and be ugly
There's a recurring online tendency to aestheticize consensus itself. The imagined future village is full of emotionally compatible people who enjoy communal gardening, conflict resolution circles, acoustic folk music, mutual aid potlucks, and repairing bicycles together at sunset. Which is nice for the people who genuinely enjoy that lifestyle. But plenty of humans are solitary, prickly, obsessive, urban, nocturnal, sensory-seeking, technologically attached, contrarian, novelty-seeking, private, or just plain difficult. Those people do not evaporate after the revolution. They do not get Left Behind while you are Raptured into the Utopia. They become your neighbors.
ok this does not count as yielding. i am baffled. my flabbers have been gasted
this^ fucking ask
somehow makes the app freeze
^cannot interact with any on screen buttons past this point, i have to force close the app
and does THIS to the website
what the fuck
how did they do this
how do i contact support to fix this
this website's hate mail game is insane. they figured out how to put a fucking pipe bomb in my mailbox
Gonna be honest a lot of people deep down view cheating as worse than abuse which is why so many people view downright controlling and manipulative behavior in a relationship as 100% permissible so long as that behavior is centered around either preventing or discovering cheating.
I wish people were as scared of getting into a car accident as they are of being true crime'd. Maybe then they wouldn't be on their phones while driving.
I need to stop replying to “how do you make friends in your 30s?” threads because all my answers boil down to “you have to want to know people instead of have friends” and I don’t think people wanna hear that
just grabbed my glasses like this and tried to put them on and punched myself in the face
time travel hijinks amuse me greatly...
I do think the post that's like "when they torture you to insanity and then torture you for being insane 😂🤣" is one of the most succinct and foundational analyses of interpersonal violence and conflict that had ever been written
It's Ides of March. I approach the Chocolate Man from behind and pull out a knife, stabbing him. He turns and grins as the knife melts in my hands. It's chocolate. I pull out my backup and stab him again, but it melts as well. I realize it's not just the knives melting; he replaced me with a chocolate clone while I wasn't looking. Or maybe I always was chocolate. He's melting as well, he's also chocolate. The room crumbles and melts around us.
It's then I notice the camera as my vision fades to chocolate brown.
"[!@#$]ing chocolate guy," I say, scrolling past the video reblogged by my mutual.
You wake up one morning, and feel something is off. Your pillow smells strangely sweet. You’re still groggy with sleep, and try to hug your pillow closer. A piece of it simply breaks in your hand. It is made of chocolate.
You try to pull the blanket off of yourself, and you realize that, it too, is made of chocolate. You try to shake it off, and step out of bed. Your carpet feels strangely spongy. You look down, only to realize it’s actually cake. Lovingly baked, and smelling of sweet fruit. You grab a piece, and cautiously take a bite. It is one of the most delicious cakes you have ever eaten.
You get up, confused, and exit your room to see if the rest of your house is like this. The door handle melts in your hand as you hold onto it, and covers it with dark chocolate carefully painted gold. The rest of the carpet on the floor is still cake, the guardrails on the stairs leading down are tempered chocolate, the tiles on the floor are the same, the windows are sugar glass, everything is edible.
You run outside, knocking over the lovingly crafted chocolate front door in a panic.
You realize, in horror, that your house was not an exception. The bushes, the grass, the asphalt on the road, the trees, birds, the world itself, is chocolate.
Somewhere, not too far away, stands a man. Amaury fucking Guichon.
I bring a real 'actually people who are pregnant do deserve some special consideration because they are effectively at least temporarily disabled if not permanently after some complications' vibe to the party that a lot of people don't seem to like
Taking over,,,
Haven’t posted about plastic in a minute. Rest assured, I am still hard at work eating all plastic on earth
He ate my plastic dildo and i had to go to sleep literally feeling empty. Fuck you Dangerous-Crow-Boy
You should consider using safer materials
I was born last October