#a morbidly curious guy

[bigfrogdraws]

YOU WORRY TOO MUCH, YOU MAKE YOURSELF SAD

YOU CAN'T CHANGE FATE, BUT DON'T FEEL SO BAD

ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN, IT'S JUST LIKE THE WEATHER

WELL, SO QUIT COMPLAINING, BROTHER, NO ONE LIVES FOREVER

LET'S HAVE A PARTY, THERE'S A FULL MOON IN THE SKY

IT'S THE HOUR OF THE WOLF, AND I DON'T WANNA DIE

[banesberry-anomoly]

[jinglecats]

Man. Anyone else remember that one Really Normal guy who had a blog completely dedicated to insisting goodra's a female-only pokemon. Because I do. Unfortunately.

[byteofsoup]

Here's my sburb strategy. Get ready

- be a space or time player

- get a friend who is the opposite

- prototype the coolest object you have (flamethrower, first guardian, cozy blanket, ect)

- enter the medium

- recieve bodies of dream selves from future self of time player

- prototype said dream selves

- ascend through the gates. Get to the point where you can go god tier

- time player: kill your dream selves and take them back to your past self

- fuse you and your buddy's dreamselfsprites into dreamselfsprite^2

- both die on your quest beds at the same time

- ??????????profit?????

[luxe-pauvre]

OCTOBER 2022

Read:

How Sofia Coppola made Marie Antoinette

Almost everything you think you know about diets is wrong - here’s why

The Anxiety of Influencers

Welcome to hell, Elon

Stop Saying You “Could Never Do Science”

One Part of Your Life You Shouldn’t Optimize

Scientific slowdown is not inevitable

Mapping the brain to understand the mind

Meditation is like mountaineering: approach it with care

Why philosophy needs myth

on and off

Into the Fairy Castle: The Persistence of Victorian Liberalism

It’s Not All In Your Head

Are men animals?

The beautiful experiment

Medicine’s Wellness Conundrum

The Tyranny of Merit: What’s Become of the Common Good? by Michael J. Sandel

Women and Other Monsters: Building a New Mythology by Jess Zimmerman

Insatiable by Daisy Buchanan

Livewired by David Eagleman

How to Stay Sane in an Age of Division by Elif Shafak

Black Box Thinking by Matthew Syed

The Harpy by Megan Hunter

Glucose Revolution by Jessie Inchauspé

Watched:

2 Years Of Writing A Book In 30 Minutes*

Antonio Damasio meets Noga Arikha

Digital Women: Blade Runner 2049, Ex Machina, and Her

Blonde**

Last Night in Soho

This England

Listened To:

Henry Marsh on brain surgery

Temptation by Heaven 17

Renaissance by Beyonce (again, again)

Went To:

The Art of Movement, Van Cleef & Arpels @ The Design Museum

Fashion Museum Bath

Sam Smith @ The Royal Albert Hall

Food for Life – The New Science of Eating Well with Prof. Tim Spector

[stardustedstories]

Ah. I forgot how much W.olverine and the X-M.en is just "Misogyny With Mutants!" The women in this show are nerfed so hard and made mockeries of themselves. Kitty's reduced to JUST her phasing and doesn't contribute anything other than that: not her fighting skills, not her genius computer knowledge, nothing. And her tech knowledge is given to Bobby instead, for some reason. R.ogue only has her absorption powers, which, fine, I guess; they didn't want to have to go through the whole thing with Carol, but come on.

Jean's missing for the first half of the season and has amnesia for a large part of it later (if I remember correctly, which I might not, but STILL), Wanda's just a pawn for her dad, S.torm gets one episode where she does something interesting and it's when she's being controlled by the S.hadow K.ing and almost destroys Africa.

E.mma F.rost is the only female character who gets to do basically anything. Her character and design is actually interesting, and it's admittedly fun to see her in action.

But other than that......., a lot of the designs are questionable, at best, and a lot of the changes don't make sense or are just.....bad. Like...., even taking away all of the stuff I know from the comics and just viewing it on its own...., this particular interpretation just Does Not Like Women.

[venacoeurva]

I realize I am definitely out of the loop of any interpersonal beef that is probably nuts in this fandom on here and I’m happy to stay out of that loop based on how I saw it happen in my last one

[burinazar]

It's funny stepping back into fandom spaces where most people are within my general age range or older after making so many younger friends in MiAbyss fandom* so when i go back to my old stomping grounds of LOGH or T&B or Star Trek or Vorkosiverse or the BJD hobby or just the whole entire SFF/genre fiction reader+writer sphere and it's like oh ok yeah. i'm not really thaaaaaaattttt humongously old i guess. because to be honest with you sometimes in other contexts i feel like the club penguin 18+ elderly penguin

*not to erase those of you in there who are older! it's just that something with MiA that was a brand new experience for me over the last year is that I sure did accumulate some treasured fandom friends a decade-ish younger than me and i feel somewhat protective of them slash occasionally ashamed of not being a more impressive role model or something but okay look you guys don't want a mentor you want a draw-er of shitposts and a writer-er of decentish fanfics and That I Can Do

[wings-of-flying]

it's not very often that i stare frozen in shock and horror at ao3 tags. but hmm.

totally and completely unrelated, i need to start remembering to block the explicit rating when doing my daily scroll through the jrwi tag

[seawitchkaraoke]

every day i say ''oh let's check whether tubbo is still live or whether he's been freed'' and the answer is always yes he's still streaming lmao this poor man

[loverboydotcom]

need to write for nano being possessed by an autistic horror fan of my own creation to read issues of fangoria

[batshit-auspol]

I really enjoy this blog so much. Gimme your most favorite batshit auspolitics moment from the 2000s to 2010s. please. i am morbidly curious.

2007: The APEC conference, where all global leaders converge in one city to pretend like they're doing things, is to be held in Sydney, Australia. With the war on terror in full swing, security is at a maximum, and large swathes of the city are placed behind a giant multi-layered steel fence to keep the world leaders far away from the unwashed masses.

Attempting to ward off trouble, organisers of the conference hold a meeting with notorious political comedy prank group "The Chaser", to tell them they are, under absolutely no circumstances getting anywhere near any world leaders, and to not even bother trying.

"The whole perimeter is secure," security forces told them sternly. "The only thing getting through that fence is a motorcade."

24 hours later The Chaser were on their way towards the fence with a motorcade.

Now a few things should have tipped off security guards that this fake Canadian motorcade was not a the real deal. Number one: Canada wasn't at the conference, number two: no country has actually had security running alongside cars since the 60s, and three: most security guards don't carry video cameras with them or passes that read "this is fake".

Nevertheless the ruse was more successful than anyone had anticipated, and The Chaser team were happily waved into the most secure area on planet earth by police, who informed the incognito comedians that "the road is yours."

Reaching the outside of George Bush's hotel, the pranksters now began to worry that they were never going to be stopped by police and decided to get out of the car and walk back to the fence.

While dressed as Osama Bin Laden.

At this point all hell broke loose. Snipers were locked on. Confused police scrambled, and immediately arrested the whole group, only breathing a sigh of relief when they saw the words "Chaser" on the fake security passes.

Bizarrely the police opted to give a full escort to the guy dressed in a suit, and allowed the other man cosplaying as the world's most wanted terrorist to just casually walk out on his own before booking him at the perimeter.

The Chaser team said that while being put in a cell overnight wasn't fun, they were less stressed after police started visiting to ask for photos and signatures.

The prank group were later hauled before the courts and threatened with a massive fine, but the case was eventually dropped after they successfully argued that it's not technically breaking-in if the cops happily wave you into a high security zone.

Needless to say they have changed that law for future APECs.

Making light of the situation, the prank group also returned to the site a few days later dressed as carboard cars, to see just how flimsy a disguise could get past police.

This time at least, they were not let in.

[moka-nek0]

i love vita carnis, its so underrated that its a crime, its definitely in my top 3 favorite analog horror series but "SPECIES ANOMALY REPORT" CAN KISS MY A S S I LOST SLEEP FOR 3 NIGHTS /SRS still a masterpiece though

[ikarakie]

after eddie introduces a demogorgon to one of his hellfire campaigns, the kids get a little squirmy. they're nervously looking at each other and aren't engaging as excitedly as they usually do. when he calls time, he watches dustin rummage through his backpack and produce a walkie talkie.

he watches, a bit dumbfounded, as the kid demands a 'check-in'. all at once, multiple different voices come over the channel. stating a name and then saying 'safe.' ("nancy, safe." "robin, safe." "max, safe.")

"steve?" dustin demands. there's only static. "steve!" a little more frantic this time.

"he left to pick you up." a female voice replies, "he's probably fine. you'll see him soon."

none of the kids look particularly pleased, and pack up hastily. eddie and the other hellfire members all share confused glances. he, more morbidly curious than anything else, follows the little sheep as they hurry out of the school.

dustin is fucking restless as they all stand in the empty parking lot. he won't stay still and none of them are answering any of eddie's questions. and he only gets more confused when a brown beemer pulls in, windows down and playing depeche mode through the speakers. dustin goes to sprint towards it, and he has to hold him by the collar to stop him getting run over.

the beemer pulls up and steve harrington, in all his glory, steps out, frowning. dustin wrenches out of eddie's grip and all but bodies the guy, wrapping arms tightly around his midsection. steve, still looking puzzled, hugs back. lucas and mike trail after dustin.

"we called a check-in." dustin says, a bit muffled from where his face is smushed into steve's shirt. steve goes sort of pale, and- and presses a goddamn kiss to the top of henderson's head before tightening the hug.

"shit, i'm sorry." and eddie believes him. he sounds so guilty. "i meant to replace the batteries before i left. sorry, i'm okay." dustin pulls back and scrubs at his eyes. lucas takes his place, though the hug he gives is more like one of those bro-hugs jocks seem to love. steve smiles regardless. he just ruffles mike's hair, who pouts in response but looks relieved nonetheless.

"asshole." he mutters. "rule four, walkies on at all times." steve nods as the kid half-heartedly waves goodbye to eddie and hops in the backseat of the beemer. lucas follows. dustin seems reluctant to walk around the car, to take his eyes off steve for even a second.

"you wanna stay over tonight?" steve asks, warm and gentle. he folds his arms and in that moment eddie thinks they look sort of like brothers. "robin and me were gonna watch some films. we can call your mom from mine."

the kid nods, looking a bit happier. steve slaps him on the back and motions him to get in the car. dustin swivels to hug and say goodbye to eddie (who sort of forgot he was physically present in this moment) before doing as he was told.

steve turns to eddie. which- whew! hi pretty eyes.

"sorry." he smiles and eddie can't for the life of him figure out what he's apologising for. "they, uh- yeah. them." he gestures vaguely at the car and eddie just chuckles.

"hey, man, no worries." he says, a little breathless that he's having a conversation with the steve harrington. "they okay? never seen henderson look so rattled." steve nods, then seems to think better of it and just shrugs. cocks his hip to the side (stop fucking staring at his hips, munson, lord!)

"they will be." he glances back at the beemer, which is now full of childish bickering. pauses to think and then asks, "you using demogorgons in your campaign right now?"

eddie blinks at him. "yes? yeah. what the fuck- how do you know what that is? what-" steve just laughs.

"long story." there's a haunted look in his eyes before he continues, "just, uh- that's probably what upset them. demogorgons and us- them, i mean-" he waves his hand. "bad memories. hard to explain, but... if you could..." he doesn't need to ask, seems like he doesn't know how or even if he's allowed.

"got it, ill tweak the campaign." harrington smiles at him, something small and genuine, and murmurs a thanks. offers him a fucking lift, which eddie declines, motioning to his van. harrington just nods, tells him to get home safe and then clambers back into the car, yells at the kids to put seatbelts on with all the exasperation of a single dad, and pulls away.

eddie watches them go, having seen a side of harrington he'd thought dustin had been lying about. steve harrington, the caring babysitter, everyone's older brother, a changed man.

he starts escorting the kids to the parking lot more often.

[charliemwrites]

Part 4 of obsessed Johnny.

(Part 3 is here!)

(CW for nonconsensual ‘sort-of’ free use and edging; and again - dubious consent. Please stay safe!!)

Johnny’s favorite pastime is playing with you. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s being purposefully cruel, but no. He’s just… strangely preoccupied with your body.

He spends most nights cradling you between his legs, your back to his chest, arms wrapped around you. The two of you watch tv or movies, share popcorn - sometimes he watches you play on your Switch or reads over your shoulder.

It started out almost innocent (so to speak) in the beginning. He’s a fidgety guy, you’ve known that long before this whole mess, used to smile to yourself when you cleaned up straw wrappers and clean napkins folded into odd shapes.

So you barely notice when he starts fiddling with the hems of your sweatshirt and long shirts, picking at strings or running his thumb over knit textures. When he moved to your socks, that caught your attention but never went very far - just tugging at elastic lace or rolling/unrolling the tops along your thighs.

And then one night, as the two of you are watching the latest superhero movie, he hand creeps under your panties. You jolt the instant his fingers grazes your slit, hands twitching as you debate the dangers of redirecting him.

“Something wrong, Bonnie?” he asks against your ear, genuinely curious. “Is it too loud?”

It occurs to you that he genuinely might not realize what he’s doing - that reaching for you is just a thoughtless action like folding up bits of paper.

“Your hand is in my underwear,” you explain.

A pause. “Oh, so it is.” And to your surprise, he returns to hugging you.

It happens again though, this time you’re so preoccupied trying to beat a video game level that you almost don’t notice until his middle finger glides over your clit. You suck in a breath and die instantly.

“Damn,” he mutters. “Thought you had it that time. Gonna give it another go or you done for the night.”

Stuttering, you say you’ll give it another try, almost morbidly curious about how far he’ll go. Pretty far it turns out. He toys with your clit for 15 minutes before you clear your throat and shift, feeling unbearably wet and achy.

“Oh, shite. I did it again,” he mumbles, extracting his hand and settling it on the outside of your thigh. “No wonder you keep dying.”

The next time is during an intense tv show you’ve both gotten really into. It’s distracting from the weird reality you’ve found yourself in - but not weird enough that you can ignore Johnny tapping his finger nervously over your clit. You swear your heartbeat is starting to match that rhythm - tap, tap, tap. He doesn’t get the hint when you shift this time, eyes locked on the screen as he mutters to himself.

“No way is he secretly her brother. No fuckin’ way.”

You try to ignore it. Hope it’ll end in its own time when the tension dies down. It doesn’t. He lets the next episode load automatically, babbling to you about the crazy cliffhanger.

As it opens, his fingers travel down your slit to your entrance, find the slick there and play in it. Microthrusts against your leaking hole, just wetting his fingertip before dragging it out, up to your clit, three circles, then back down again.

It’s maddening but it’s not enough. You’re biting your lip so hard you’re surprised you don’t taste blood, thighs twitching with each jolt of pleasure coursing through you.

On and on it goes, slow and absent, maddening. Literally just playing with your pussy like a fidget toy. He’s not even fully hard against your lower back! Just the normal amount of mildly turned on that having you in his lap produces.

It’s driving you into a fucking spiral. So so sensitive, so close to the edge, but never enough. You just lay there trapped against him, dripping and desperate and determined to be quiet because you don’t know what else to do now. You can’t let yourself get off to this - but you also can’t find the words to remind him to stop.

When the episode - the finally - finally ends, he pulls his hand away, already gearing up to discuss theories for the next season with you. Instead, he’s cut off as you hiccup, near tears with being denied.

“What’s wrong, hen? I didn’t think it was that bad!” he says.

“You-you were…” you can’t get the words out, give up entirely. Time to see if he really is as devoted to pleasing you as he always swears.

You crawl out of his lap, flip onto your back, and yank him down by the hair. He makes a startled noise, eyes going huge, and then whimpers as his cheek presses into your absolutely soaked panties. Even that is a cruel but unintentional tease.

“Fix it,” you near sob.

“Of course, baby, of course,” he hurries to say, wriggling into a better position. “I’m sorry, love. So sorry. Got you all spun up, huh? Didn’t mean to. You’re just so soft and-”

You whine. “Soap, shut up and lick me!”

He moans, hips jerking hard into the mattress. “Yes, ma’am.”

[sexhaver]

I know you're joking but my friend actually nearly got killed in a road rage shooting in Houston and I couldn't even be surprised. Houston drivers have gotten MUCH crazier and HPD no longer enforces any traffic laws, period. I had a guy intentionally try to T bone me the other day, I've had cyclists try to blind me with lasers as I was going through traffic lights, it's mad Max esque these days and I feel like a boomer for saying it.

intentional T-boning is obviously insane but i feel like the bikers with blinding lasers is a direct evolutionary response to the lifted F-350s that intentionally roll coal directly on people training for triathlons (not a hypothetical or hyperbole btw). im morbidly curious to see how far this escalates; my current projection is that by 2030 we'll have cyclists throwing flashbangs into open windows like GTA Online