głupiór w operze

18+ might post nsfw on that lelum polelum shit. my mind on androny and androny on my mind. spittin straight dyrdymały. talkin that dupa maryni, walkin that Ministerstwo Głupich Kroków. she ecie on my pecie till i łapię muchy w lecie. i be on that obcyndalanie się shit. that real obcyndalanie się w trąbę shit.

[ismenes]

you know those studies showing that cursing helps with pain tolerance or whatever. that’s how i feel about making my weird little noises to get through my basic daily activities. sometimes you just have to go hggblaaaah for a minute so you can find the strength within yourself to get up or wash the dishes or send an email. mmmnneh. urgh. the torments are unending but you can always make some little sounds about it.

[barelysusan]

happy pride month

[jame7t]

Eel Shrine benefits VS BOAR Shrine powers

[slopforhogs]

Pygmy hog (Porcula salvania)

Captured by kalyanvarma, CC BY 4.0

(x)

[my-gender-is]

My gender is Homosexula

[theprideful-deactivated20251201]

[windsing5]

And they’re all Vlad

[no-one-offical]

‎

[fandaniel]

[wholesome-animal-images]

[pig-detector]

self portrait detected

Or would that be a self porktrait?

[memories]

I’d be nothing without @bahari-official.

[memories]

It was @bahari-official, in the parlor, with a #shitpost.

[morayofsunshine]

interview with the masquerade

[morayofsunshine]

vampire: the vampire

[kneatle]

I got the game and now I get to feed my miis cigarettes too. >:)

[venonomnomicon]

you're a good soldier for mommy, aren't you?

[girlthulhu]

wololo

[venonomnomicon]

you're a good soldier for mommy, aren't you?

[dailycatsblog]

[omni-rhombus]

All according to keikatku

[prosie-ziemne]

cheddar,

mozzarella balls,

mozzarella, shredded,

parmigiano reggiano,

halloumi,

feta,

cream cheese,

cream cheese no. 2 - this one with spring onions,

cream cheese no. 3 - the one the little peppers are stuffed with,

sliced radamer,

sliced yellow cheese no. 2,

yellow cheese from my hometown - in the freezer,

the ghost of the cottage cheese block we ate this week,

and a piece an old Pecorino Romano wedge piece I saved for stock and never used that I should've thrown out ages ago but keep forgetting about

...we've cheese.

[prokopetz]

I guess the reason all that Backrooms stuff has never really fazed me is because I worked in on-site networking support for a while, and literally every city's downtown district is just Like That once you get off the beaten path. Not just the really big cities, either; the one I'm currently living in has a population of less than 250 000 – metro area included – and a downtown area about six blocks across, and the service corridors still manage to do some House of Leaves shit. At one point I was trying to map the route of a misbehaving network cable, started out in a shopping mall parking garage, and ended up surfacing in the basement of the casino across the street. Totally unsecured – apparently neither the mall's administration nor the casino's managers knew that particular service corridor existed.

[prokopetz]

Like, I once bumped into a fully stocked and operational Coke machine in an unlit maintenance corridor twenty feet below ground level. Its display lighting was the only illumination for a hundred yards in either direction. I don't even know what it was plugged into.

[prokopetz]

Somewhere below this city there's a room the size of a high school gymnasium filled floor to ceiling with rotting mattresses. I've seen it with my own eyes – and, more importantly, smelled it with my own nose. I can't recommend the experience.

[prokopetz]

(That last one isn't even mysterious. The room in question is within easy walking distance of the basement of a major hotel, if you know where you're going; I imagine the hotel started stashing their old mattresses there at some point rather than pay to have them hauled away, and over the ensuing decades the situation got out of hand.)

[prokopetz]

In response to a couple of recurring questions in the notes:

I don't have any experience with the weirder corners of university campuses – my work in that particular job just never happened to take me there. I did, however, once have to do a cable trace in the basement of a former Christian elementary school. It had haphazardly been subdivided into numerous tiny rooms, some as little as ten feet across, with no central hallways or apparent floor plan. Every single room was, for reasons that were and remain unclear to me, full of broken kitchen appliances. One room in particular contained an enormous industrial freezer unit that was larger in its smallest dimension than any of the doors leading to it. Was it delivered in pieces and assembled on site? Did they build the room around it? That one still bothers me a little bit.

No, I did not drink the Morlock Tunnel Coke. What are you, nuts?

[giragirameganedan]

dreamt that itch.io released their own special adaptable accessible super thin flexible silicon game controller called the Butterfly you could also fuck (they packaged each one with lube and toy cleaner) but there was no specific obvious way you were supposed to fuck it they encouraged everyone to find their own special unique way to fuck it. and they ran these ads for it that were different people from all walks of life saying what they do with it . sunburned rural dad who folds it hotdog style and jacks off into it. biracial masc lesbian with undercut who tribs with the joystick. young amputee in wheelchair who lets it vibrate on his lap while he works on his novel. etc. beautiful supermodel woman whos like "and me? i just game. hard." it ended with them all triumphantly saying into the camera "and thats how *I* fuck #MyButterfly"

[ryann-44]

Morrigan should’ve had a daughter