candy-scorn

[candy-scorn]

[candy-scorn]

"Why is it a problem if students use AI to get through college"

Because if you demonstrate to me that you're willing to set aside concern for truth, evidence, and verifying things with your own eyes whenever it happens to be inconvenient for you, I have a solemn responsibility to make sure you don't get into medical school.

[candy-scorn]

TIL The chances of us eating even one spider in our sleep throughout our lifetime is close to 0%

via reddit.com

[candy-scorn]

when your crime lord son has glow in the dark eyes

[candy-scorn]

grayson, ready to go in guns blazing: mama didn't raise no bitch

duke, trying to descale the situation: no no mama raised a bitch, we're going

tim, tired and wanting to get it over with: mama didn't raise no one actually, mom was absent

[candy-scorn]

[candy-scorn]

[candy-scorn]

it's really weird having a first dog be blind and then getting a second who can see...like how was I supposed to be prepared for this.

this creature can perceive when I put the treats up on the high shelf. or when I hide stuff behind my back. I can't fool her!! she's always watching me and she shouldn't have this much knowledge!!!

I walk around at night and I shine my flash light directly into her eyes and I'll just be standing there staring at her weird blue orbs for like 5 seconds until I realize it's probably extremely annoying to her, because she has eyes!! I'll turn on the light in the room and she gruffs and grumbles like ?? oh right!! light wakes you up!! the fuck??

[candy-scorn]

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

[candy-scorn]

Being trans is part of the spiderverse fan canon event. (stolen off of pinterest, not mine :]])

[candy-scorn]

Joker dies bcs during his big dramatic speech of the day he tries to be be all insane and funny by pretending to shoot himself in the head with his BANG! flag gun but he fucks up getting distracted by flirting with Batman and mixes up his guns and he shoots himself in the face in front of the bats. Jason, who was being bodily held back from shooting him himself by Bruce and Dick for the past 15 minutes, laughs so hard he fractures a rib and has to be carried back to the batmobile

[candy-scorn]

wheres seasons greasons

[candy-scorn]

Self care is watching this with sound

[candy-scorn]

[candy-scorn]

[candy-scorn]

It is November of 1893. You have just killed a vampire. Exhausted and worn, you close your eyes and rest.

You wake up. It is May of 1893. You are on a train en route to Transylvania. Your diary says you have had queer dreams lately.

You try to believe it.

(An old woman puts a rosary in your hands. You accept it without question.)

You are a guest in a castle you have never been in before (you recognize every hallway and know without trying that every door is locked). Your host is a man you have never met before (you killed him you killed him you killed him he had turned to dust and there was blood on the snow).

One morning you cut yourself while shaving.

There is nobody behind you in the pocket mirror’s reflection.

You turn fast, and the razor is like a Kukri knife in your hand.

[candy-scorn]

there's no greater betrayal than finally starting to read a book you've had sitting for months on your shelf or your desk or your nightstand and then finding out it's bad. like. i gave you a fucking home.