Oh, this place got closed up years ago- not for any scary reason, unless you count fraud as scary- [The sound of something moving deep inside the structure is heard.] What? That? That was probably just fraud dude. Let’s go in

eight thousand years ago, the inky vaults of heaven shuddered and a malign star fell to earth. it was an emerald accretion of all the evil that had existed in the universe at one point, the kind of thing well-meaning sages would make to keep it all in one place before we realised that evil would just seep in again from elsewhere to fill spaces devoid of it. that star was broken long ago, shards hauled off by ambitious necromancers and warlords who coveted its mutagenic glow, a head-sized chunk rumored to fuel the demon reactor of the ox-dragon empire, and a hundred tiny fingernail-sized chips that left trails of rage and anguish and misery and bloody murder as they made their way from hand to hand. one of those tiny chips is embedded in the leaden blaster you’ve just picked up, from a pile of weapons in the corner of the lair of a wyrm your party had just slain. you can feel its green light shining into the palm of your hand. you can hear it whispering in the back of your mind, encouraging every uncharitable thought you’ve ever had, every loathsome desire. you kind of want to pry it out and eat it.

if i ever caught my boy posting slivers of his soul for online engagement i would teach him a lesson and force him to keep posting until he could no longer engage with his sense of selfhood in the absence of the spectacle

GREAT image

“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

my girlfriend had a dream about matching halloween costumes for us- as weather reporter and Weather-themed Demiurge

bomb that pets every julia

bomb that pets every júlia

Pulling out at one of them vast American parking lots as a car waits to take the spot muttering “oh you’ll wait you filthy little parkpig”

You’ll do anything to park in my spot, won’t you? That’s right. You’d park anywhere I *let* you.

Posting this because I was reminded of it recently but if you're the type of person who is physically affectionate with everyone in your friend group except the transfem I wish harm upon you

Go sit next to your transfem friend on the couch and lean against her. Go hold her hand when you go out together. Give her a kiss on the cheek when you say goodbye. Give her a hug when she's sad. Do anything to show her that she's loved the same as everyone else. Please

if you want to create but feel intimidated and overwhelmed, you're forgetting something: good art doesn't exist. all art is terrible. every story and song and movie and picture is worse than the one before it and all artists should be in prisom

<== she is loved by unshelled reptiles for resembling one of their idols

this company is, somehow, not a thing I made up for a bit

“Heh, denied access to the megastructure? You look like you would be” I smugly step inside and am brutally cut in half by the sliding metal doors

hi, my cat was recently diagnosed with cancer. it cost nearly $3k usd to get that diagnosis and we're hoping to lower the amount of bills we're paying off at once if at all possible. there's more info in the gfm itself re: specific numbers. reblogs are obviously appreciated <3

Postcard issued by the Amusement Control Committee of the New York World's Fair of 1939

via NYPL Digital Collections