Reblogged ghcstcd
Reblogged necrowyrm
in law school, my mom took me to this stress retreat because my family was vaguely aware i was a suicide risk. and they didnt allow phones, so i brought this huge bag of books. and one of the options for "destressing" was this fake cave grotto thing, where they'd decorated a room to make it look exactly like an underground cave and the air was like -10 degrees, but there was a like 4ft deep pool in the middle that was kept super super hot, so you would just switch between the hot and cold. and they would bring you an endless supply of this weird syrupy drink thing that was like super caffeinated and tasted like sugar and mint. and so i spent multiple days sitting half submerged in this fake grotto drinking mystery liquid and reading. and i have to be honest i really did feel less stressed
Please please please I need to go there.
Reblogged queenswearpurple
People talk about how "metroidvania" is too specific and unintuitive to be a good name for a genre of video games, but we should really talk more about how "Multiplayer Online Battle Arena" could mean like... anything
you see the problem
Reblogged grey-bite
I think it sucks that you have to go to so many different kinds of doctor to take care of yourself. It's the 21st century. I should be able to go to a single office where they scan me with a big xerox machine and tell me what I'm allergic to and why my tummy hurts and if I have any cancer or cavities or if my glasses prescription has changed. And then I should get a sticker.
This is the future I want to see
Reblogged wireslide
I’m afraid I have a new favourite mug lmao
(I say this every time I make a new mug)
ALT
sold
the googly eyes turned out so googly 😁
Reblogged vulcanspicedlatte
To The Waiter - Jordan Bolton
My first book ‘Blue Sky Through the Window of a Moving Car’ is now available to order! Get it here - https://smarturl.it/BlueSky
Reblogged what-marsha-eats
why the fuck did my stupid high brain think the spoons were slugs
oh my god wait theres a dolphin
Everyone comes out for pasta night!
Reblogged
I have to confess "your web browser's assistive AI can be instructed to steal your online banking password via prompt injection because it operates with full privileges and treats all text it ingests as equally authoritative sources of user instructions, including the text of web pages it's summarising" is more surprising to me than it should have been. There really is no one involved at any point in the development of these tools who actually understands what they're doing, huh?
Reblogged blacktofade
whenever i eat a fruit salad it makes me feel like im someone's pet lizard and its my birthday
Reblogged readytoplaygod
can we stop promoting the idea that nature has to look beautiful to be good?
katameme-deactivated20250120
My detailed plan for a Dracula adaptation that doesn’t inevitably disappoint people:
I get the movie greenlit. The budget is a billion dollars. Everyone wants to know why. That feels excessive.
The trailer comes out. It’s obscene. Explosions. Out of place sex scenes. Someone’s hanging off the side of a train at one point. Also the train is on fire. Quincey lassos Dracula at one point. Wait, there’s a cowboy in Dracula? Gun fights. Dracula with a glock. Those didn’t exist back then. Blood everywhere. Whatever other shit needs to be there to bait people into seeing the movie.
People see the movie out of morbid curiosity. This is the theatre exclusive run. They come in and sit down. The lights dim.
Then they brighten again. The doors lock. It was a trap. There was glue on all of the seats. Now they’re all trapped. The trailer was all that was filmed and the entire budget was used.
I come out with a copy of Dracula. No one is allowed to leave until they listen to me read the entire thing. I do this in every cinema in the world. When I’m done, they can leave. No one will believe them.
Bonus when it comes out on streaming: the victims of the cinema run start posting online. Everyone thinks it’s fake but they watch the movie anyway. They can’t help themselves. They press play. I emerge from the floorboards. They’re glued to the nearest surface. I hold them hostage in their own home and they listen to the entire novel. Then I release them.
Over eight billion people on earth. When I’m done, there will be no one left to claim Dracula is romantically involved with Mina. It’s foolproof.