rocky not enjoy short king status, statement.
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rocky not enjoy short king status, statement.
all the other weird fucked up cats are safe and happy and healthy btw
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#the reason that lab safety regulations are the way they are is because literally all chemists are like this #as in 100% of them #no exceptions (via @prokopetz)
Talking college experiences at work and casually mentioned "one of those semesters where you're so overloaded that you're basically living off gummy worms and five hour energy" and a younger coworker was like wtf why would you do that and I am absolutely heartbroken that the COVID-remote-college generation never got to experience the mid-November double-all nighter on campus slamming weird snake-themed energy drinks from Hmart debuggin gyour FUCKING robot that won't turn left. Tragic!!!
Or that biomechanics final project that we only finished through the power of spite and dumpster donuts.
Or when you order delivery to campus and one Dominoes pizza is dinner for two nights in a row and you don't go home in between because your drone isn't following the red ping pong ball on a stick. Please just follow the ping pong ball its literally red.
or when you stay up 72 hours on the power of gallons of arizona iced tea debugging assembly code
We definitely learned some bad habits and wrong lessons but I'll be fucked if the experience didn't teach us how to lock the fuck in when the chips are down.
Genuinely I sometimes miss the brain buzz you get following a week of alternating all-nighters and 4 hour naps. Maybe I should finally get a PhD.
you can NOT stop moving. the momentum is the only thing keeping your heart beating and if you EVER fail to put one foot in front of the other you'll ruin everything and everybody will know it was you
happy pride month to mr. be gay do crime and mr. be crime do gay 🌈
(ft andreil by @dshr-art aka actual perfection)
first rule of storing tupperware is have fun and be yourself. second suggestion is slam the cabinet door quickly and don’t worry ‘bout it.
awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like they’re gone. it’s the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
that’s not the whole flag, now is it
hey staff what the fuck
hey staff don't you think you're being too on-the-nose
HEY STAFF DONT YOU THINK YOU'RE BEING TOO ON-THE-NOSE
a childs most likely abuser is their family or a family friend so no i dont think isolating children to only their families, including online, will protect them ever.
I think it would be funny to write a murder mystery where not only did every single character involved have an obvious motive to kill this mf, they were actually all attempting to murder him first, but the murder attempts all cancelled each other out all except for one. Two people tried to poison him but the poisons just happen to work as antidotes for each other, and instead of killing him only gave him the shits, and due to having the shits he couldn't go hunting that day like he had planned, foiling the plans of the one who had conditioned his favourite hunting horse to panic and bolt at the cue of a whistle, and the other murder attempt of tampering with his gun so that it would have exploded his whole face off.
The whole mystery isn't about who could have done it or how, but who was the one who got lucky and actually succeeded.
Sherlock Holmes and The Case of Perhaps We'd Best Leave This One Alone, Watson. There Appears To Be An Excess Of Armed Maniacs In The Vicinity.
When I was in high school a friend of mine would host murder mystery dinners once or twice a year. They were the kind you could buy as a kit -- I don't even know if they exist anymore -- and everyone was assigned (or chose) a character, then received a booklet of clues to share. The idea was to spend an evening in a one-shot LARP designed like an Agatha Christie novel.
I was a year above most of them at school so they threw a "goodbye" murder mystery for me just before graduation, and about 2/3 of the way through the game we all realized that everyone had at least attempted to kill the victim. The game then shifted from "whodunnit" to "who succeeded in dunninit" which we all felt was not only super fun but above the usual level of narrative complexity for those games.
After we solved it, we discovered that the game wasn't from a kit -- the host had written it herself and meticulously printed out the booklets in replica style of the kits. It was the best going-away party I think I could possibly have had.
In 38 years of life I have learned 1 thing;
If anyone is ever training you to replace them in a position and tells you 'its an easy job I don't do much' what this means is that you are about to spend six months to a year catching up on all the stuff they didn't do and sorting out the stuff they did poorly.
In related news I finally managed to finish un fucking my predecessor's lack of a filing system.
Human reader on an alien 141 crew ship. You're an engineer, mostly for the ship, but you've learned a fair amount of weapons repair as well. The team enjoys having you around, mostly to study you, to learn more about human behavior.
"I'm a pretty bad reference." You joke one day during meal time, picking at your tray. "I'm autistic. That's already going to throw off your studies."
"Yes, but you're still human." Kyle insists, studying you with his eyes. You weren't sure where his eyes were, but you could feel them on you. "Humans are predators. My species are prey, and so is Simon." Simon lets out a sharp grunt, his form resembling what a snake looked like on your planet.
Only much larger.
"We are not prey. Ambush predator." Simon insists as he coils around your shoulders. He liked soaking up your body heat like a snake, too.
"Humans are endurance hunters. We're pretty far removed from using our instincts because of modern evolution, industrial revolution, all that. But they are still there." You explain as you finish your food, pushing your tray away.
"How can you be an endurance predator? You don't run." Johnny teases his fungal flower spiral opening and closing slightly. You'd learned quickly that his fungal growths worked almost independently of him, expressing his emotions for him.
"Want to see?"
Simon was fucking exhausted. The ship had two places for you that mimicked a human atmosphere. Your room and one that looked like a small forest with a lake. You hadn't run once, but every time Simon thought he had shaken you off, you would find him again. And again and again. For hours, he had tried to evade you.
He wound his way up a tree, high enough that he was sure you couldn't climb up and find him. He needed to sleep just for a few minutes, and then he would move. He woke to a soft rustling in the leaves beside him, body stiffening as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Hey, Si. Nice nap?"
It’s so funny that Andrew and Neil know all the deepest details about each other: their pasts, their fears, the things that still hurt, what temperature will have them catching a cold, how each of them prefers to recover from stress. but they somehow don’t know the most basic things. so one random day in their fourth year of dating, while they’re both busy with their own stuff, Neil casually looks up and asks: “So… what’s your favorite color?”
Achieves imaginable power
Fucks a lot Has kids all over different dimensions
Creates Elements of chaos and destruction just because
Fucks up Space and Time over a baddie
Leaves all these problems to literal kids to solve
Fucking dies
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Wangechi Mutu, 2020