NOBODY HELPS ME

the thing i have discovered about being an adult is that every week you will have to spend 100 dollars.

a long awaited sequel?

I hate when something that's dumb, because it sucks and is generally low quality, gets enhanced in popularity due to contrarian lashback about a stupid point of culture war.

One of my favorite tropes is character with a nasty toxic personality who tries very hard to do the right thing anyway

I like my protagonists sad, tired, bitter, fully convinced they will never get the recognition they deserve, but they still gotta get up in the morning and be a good person

death clues masterpost

internet politics and real-world politics have gotten so separated, and pretty soon all this internet weirdness is gonna come crashing into real life and politicians are gonna start throwing around words like “SJW” and “anime communist” and “dark enlightenment” and it’s just gonna be the most ridiculous fucking thing

date of origin: 13th of april, 2015.

happy 10 year anniversary!

it’s fun that Mormonism is based off pseudo-archeology and Scientology is based off pseudo-psychiatry. By that logic the big American New Religious Movement of the 21st century is gonna be based on… pseudo-computer science?

I Saw The Money Grow

🚨KNOW YOUR MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE CRYPTIDS🚨

BUCKET MAN - 300 POINTS - DOCILE IN NATURE BUT EASILY STARTLED. GREAT FOR BEGINNERS!

CAKE CATCHER - 800 POINTS - INCREDIBLY AGILE, MAKES A GREAT HUNTING COMPANION. HAS THE “PICKUP” ABILITY.

FALSE DEWEY - 1,000,000 POINTS - DO NOT ENGAGE THE FALSE DEWEY UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. FOR PROFESSIONAL HUNTERS ONLY.

everyone riding the train today got 250 xp after a level 32 dracula wandered onto the tracks

yuri warriors you have my axe

i like this post so much i made it into a comic

There’s six guys who live in this flat and all they do all day is play WoW and watch movies. Waking up at 2pm every day and there’s always just someone asleep on the bed near all the multimonitor computer setups. There’s always music playing and it feels like a recovery day every day, padding around blearily in pyjamas or underwear. Old hoodies from defunct school teams. They’ve got this system where they’re selling their excess computing power to companies and hosting all this warez, and they’re stealing the internet from the business next door anyway and getting welfare on top of all that. They’re self sufficient and never go outdoors except to buy more fast food, and even then only in the dark. But then one of them wakes up dead some heavy afternoon. He’s just dead and they don’t know why but maybe the floor covered in fast food wrappings is a clue. They don’t want to tell the cops because of the purgatory den they live in and the illegality that supports it, and as far as they know he never had any actual parents. So it’s trouble. It’s taking a long trip out to the forest and thinking about how stars are so far away for the first time in a long time. It’s sweating in the cold air and digging a hole all night with your brand new shovels to leave him alone in. And it’s a long few days cracking all his passwords to keep his identity and associated payments persisting. Until the rhythm of waking up every day at 2pm to play WoW for nine hours and half watch a movie on your other monitor takes over again. It’s the same as it ever was except now there’s a room no one ever goes in.

The Ransom, 1860/62 by John Everett Millais (English, 1829–1896)