for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits
inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually
this is the funniest thing i've read all day
my skeleton is also always trying to escape so i am aware that i am never truly alone
ao3 is crazy because you'll read the most gut-wrenching 200k word slowburn that leaves you sobbing into your sweater at four in the morning and the author will be applejacksmonstercock
later you find out that applecock is like a) the nicest lady in the world, b) in her late fifties and c) is a well respected senior member of a career you didn't know existed like head mop taxonomist or chief piano refurbishment factor or secretary of racehorses and suddenly a few of the comments in the longest orgy scene are even funnier.
big muscles are only sexy to me if theyre softened by a nice healthy layer of subcutaneous fat. i will never understand the appeal of super toned ripped washboard abs or biceps
amen
Elin Manon
Sergey Nikolaevich Shilnikov - Students (1952)
Birdz at my feeder!
need to string together my thoughts more on this but reeeeeally interesting to see the influx of media - severance, the substance, mickey 17 - centered on the idea of a double/expendable iteration of yourself.
the dehumanization of workers by the way of non-livable wages, unsafe working conditions, and identity based discrimination (and the current removal of dei initiatives), all drive a wedge between our personhood and the value we are prescribed as a member of the workforce. something something the effects of ai and deepfakes already putting people in danger, the way we live and present our lives online vs in reality, there’s a lot to unpack here. but it’s fascinating to see this trope so widely translated as a storytelling vehicle for these ideas, and that this is the story that people are interested in telling.
a sound is still a sound around no one