How Do Mind Flayers Decide Which Brains To Eat And Which Brains To Insert Tadpoles Into?

that "like what's up pronoun" tweet has ruined me it is constantly in the back of my brain

I love antagonists who mirror the protagonist instead of contrast them. They are the most extreme version of the protagonist, someone with the same dreams and beliefs who believed these things could only be achieved by the sharpest tools. The crushing weight of knowing that could be you.

robots posting memes like "metal rusts and algorithms are flawed, i'm gonna become a pristine meat creature that can grow and heal" and when reminded that disease & death exist they're like "no i would be the epic flawless organic lifeform that i just imagined"

military recruiter: so what got you guys interested in the marine corps

enormous horde of hagfish, ispods and bottom-feeding crustaceans: oh. uh. is that how you pronounce it

actually supervillains with kid hero nemeses are hysterical bc if i was a billionaire and i found out the kid who was also my nemesis was a preteen orphan i would simply adopt them. oh you’re going to stop my nefarious schemes? how when you’re grounded. go to your room

me whenm i am. Prougraming on my Computer

what if meijack (mayjack?), like her father, is weak for blondes

also a little farcille:

Reblog to grope prev while they were in the middle of talking

Is it fair for me to say I adore flirting with other trans girls? Not in a “let’s date” way, but in a “I’m gonna shower you with sweet, filthy compliments until your cheeks burn, and then push just a little further to see you squirm” kinda way. Like, I’m not looking for anything serious, but there’s something so intoxicating about watching a pretty girl get all flustered, shifting under my gaze, biting her lip, getting just a little too warm. I love that moment when teasing turns into something more—when she starts craving the attention, leaning into it, needing it. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll let herself break under it. 😏