#and be correct

[lildoodlenoodle]

Someone said the ‘Captain’ that Hobie loses as a canon event was/is Captain Anarchy and I haven’t been able to function since.

[cunning-and-cool]

idk man but something about Stanley "taught himself extremely advance physics/math/probably many other things while running a relatively successful business" Pines and Stanford "is wanted in almost every dimension with a judicial system of some kind" Pines is sooo fucking funny to me

[raptorials]

Went to take this picture of this insane bigfoot sex sign and only after opening my camera did i notice the entire flock of little chickens chilling in the dirt. life is good again

[helenvaughans]

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[boss-of-armadildos]

Post corrections/clarifications are my favorite genre of humor: a compilation

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

amateur detective who solves crimes out of curiosity and then just. doesn't bother to tell anyone the identity of the perpetrator

[seaglassdinosaur]

The doubling of tribute numbers. The miscarried Abernathy twins. The Donner sisters who Haymitch carries a fascination for as consequence. Louella being replaced by Lou Lou, a name that only mimics the first half of her name, and a girl who matches her in appearance only. Tam Amber’s set of pins, one dropped down a well, the other discarded. The two versions of the games: the one that Haymitch remembers and the edited, falsified version of them without the real content. The two bags of gumdrops. The fraternal affection he feels for Louella and Lou Lou, the artificial twins, and Maysilee’s offer to be his sister—the second one she gives in the book. A bond with a real twin, both pairs healing the sisters he never did know. The split between what is natural and what is manufactured or forged, bonds that that grow on their own, or are forced into existance. And if the distinction makes any difference to the person it impacts.

[irlpinkiepie]

psa for usamericans

if you live in any of the states below: the tax filing resource you should be looking for is IRS Direct File; you can file federal taxes directly on the IRS' website, they have a free support helpline if you're stuck, they'll also redirect you to a free preparer for state taxes, and it should work with most tax situations

if you live in any other state (or aren't eligible for Direct File) and your total income for the year was $84,000 or less, you're eligible for IRS Free File; this only covers federal taxes, and works through external providers, but will guarantee that you can use their tax preparation services for free

if you are eligible for Direct File, though, you should use it! obviously very few things about the current political situation are certain right now, but it is a genuinely good and revolutionary way to handle tax paperwork and it's a lot more likely to stick around and expand into more states if more people actually know how to access it and end up using it

[secondbeatsongs]

somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

[turnipen]

i did write a thing, it is not very good probably but it exists and should be out in the world a little bit

It was something that had been born once, and born again, and again, something which was alive and reborn regularly and yet had never died, not truly, but rather one would simply fade away as it was being born again. It was like to have been a human newborn and infant at one time, little remains of that time and what does is unverifiable. Eventually this thing had lost itself and the body was a shell for a time, eventually the external world became enough for a sense of identity to form, although it was never a true identity, nothing internal. It had an identity that amounted to external activities and social relations and the child was molded to be those things and nothing more. With time however this too faded for a “self” that is only external is no self at all. This lead to the second shell period, a much longer one, the closest to any true death. These years were marked by lack of the external notions that provided any self, as well as a rejection of the fragments of an internal identity that had persisted. It was tortured by this hollowness and yet that was simply its life, for there was truly no other life there, at a point nothing before it remained, nothing to look back to, only the present. And yet that notion of a person faded away too. It simply was not able to maintain itself, leaving a brief nothing. It was quickly replaced a new birth, a better one, and yet also a return to the external definition. It had no real notion of what it was or had been or wanted to be, but was able to forge basic needs. This period was farcical, not unlike previous times, but the farce was much different, it was not trying to be something that it knew was bad and undesired, but instead something not something it knew or understood, just something. That something was helpful, allowing a life to be lead and experience gain, but like all else this notion of just attempting something was unsustainable, and so faded away too. As it was fading away another notion came about, one that took others as the main source of a self, since others seem to have selves taking a little for its own self seemed reasonable. This worked quite well for it, so long as it could maintain others enough to take from, as long as it had someone who could fill in its ideas of a self. But much to its dismay this works only so well and for so long, inevitably failing. Yet it has not faded, not yet, it persists, suffering, torturing itself endlessly, and yet it had finally come to understand that it will fade away like it has so many times before and this is an even worse fate, and so must be prevented. So it sits and thinks of how to manage, how to make this work, or if need be, change itself without losing itself again, but is such a thing truly possible?

[grim-echoes]

you have burn in, old man. admit it

[catwouthats]

THEY MAKE ME INSANE

Proof below:

Also, I’m fucking crying, I think his arm is like that bc he fell asleep holding the photo.

EDIT: more proof:

[nyaa]