"Psyching" You Out

paramoregf:

this tweet is literally never not on my mind

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shencomix:

???: denji ...

Denji: WHA–WHO ARE YOU??

???: i’m the gayness devil, Denji

Denji: WHY ARE YOU SMALL

???: not enough people are homophobic anymore … i need you to spread homophobia, Denji. You need to spread homophobia

Denji: i… um… i don’t think i can do that

???: i’ll show you a boob

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sevenredrobes:

heartsdraws:

nott and essek .. yep 

[ID: Fanart of Essek and Nott in a sketchy style, colored as if by colored pencils. Nott is a small green goblin, black hair in twin braids, dressed in a yellow dress and short jacket. She is pointing up at Essek with the other hand on her hip. Essek is dark-skinned drow in a cloak with only his hands exposed. He is looking down at Nott, his hands spread a little. /end ID]

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portland-sunshine:

orcinus-veterinarius:

Woman at the zoo: Why do they look so sad? 😔

Sign literally 10 feet away:

I’ll never forget being at the Oregon Zoo and hearing people talk about how sad one of the chimpanzees looked. He was sitting on a log, his back to one of the viewing areas, hunched over. And they were saying “oh, he looks depressed, he must hate it here.”

But then when you walked around to the other side, you’d see that he was simply busy beating his dick like it owed him money.

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howieduet:

homunculus-argument:

One interesting phenomenon I’ve noticed about people is how often when you’re in a select group, the one person who looks the most out of place is the one who’s there the hardest. The ordinary-looking grandma at an anime convention who was there to bring the anime scene into the country, physically carrying it through customs on fucking VHS tapes. Someone at the opera in spackle stained construction boots who doesn’t give a shit about dressing up for it, they’ve seen 14 different productions of La Traviata and want to see how this one manages to perform.

You go to a hardcore show and between all the bands whose members look like they were put together from construction site junk, duct tape and random loose hair, there’s one band consisting of five dudes who look weirdly clean-cut like how 2010s emo kids would have looked if their moms got to dress them up in “something nice for once”, and you just know someone’s going to fucking die tonight.

My dad once told me about the most beloved member of the city’s 90s goth scene, who was always wearing a comfy sweater.

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garaks-padded-bra:

garaks-padded-bra:

living in paris means u walk into a clothing store and there is a fucking thing. Name of GuGu.

It growled at me and the Lady running the store said “say coucou gugu” and I did and then Gugu became nice. Instantly.

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codedreams:

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys:

becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys:

becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys:

Just discovered the leisure centre in town has a spa you can use for £9.50 an hour so that’s this evening sorted

Will it be any good? Very unlikely! Imma find out

Okay I am back. I do not think the good people of Swansea have understood the concept of the spa.

I went in, and the there was a rules list stuck on the wall. Rule 1 on the rules list stuck on the wall was, ‘Use your spa voice and keep quiet’.

Swansea unfortunately doesn’t actually know what that is, sadly. There were five people in the jacuzzi chatting about Gareth from the rugby club. It’s a small room. We all learned about Gareth from the rugby club.

Periodically someone would try the cold plunge shower.

And scream.

I am not being hyperbolic, nor am I exaggerating for comedic effect. They would scream. They would step into the cold plunge shower, which was labelled “Cold Plunge Shower” in both Welsh and English, and they would turn it on, and they would scream. Using their operatic voice. It was not one person doing this, either. Apparently the excitement of enduring the cold plunge shower at a high C was de rigeur.

The aromatherapy room, meanwhile, was a sauna with added aromatherapy. After a while, I went in, and there was a man sitting in there, but he’d cracked the door open.

“Oh,” I said. “Are you leaving it open deliberately?”

Here is the literal direct quote he said back:

“Yes, it’s too hot with the door closed. I can’t relax because it makes me sweat, and then I need a shower again.”

SIR

sIR

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE FUNCTION OF THE SAUNA

I tried the jacuzzi for a while then. A man was sitting next to the button to make the bubbles happen. In theory, this nominally suggested he should be the one to reactivate the bubbles each time they stopped.

In practice, he staunchly and steadfastly Would Not, until someone else timidly requested he do so. This meant instead of the jacuzzi, I got to have a bath with some strangers.

HOWEVER

I am a scientist. This was 6pm on a Saturday. I cannot draw a conclusion from this data point.

Going to try again on Monday

I’m. I’m going to need you to explain how you think a post that doesn’t in any way mention England is Anglophobic my friend.

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shrimpkidd:

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motherfucker-somewhat-limited:

tiktoks with vine energy pt. 11

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