guy sitting in front of me in class was vandalizing wikipedia and i kept reverting his edits as soon as he made them and he couldn’t figure out why it was happening
absolutely
Do you ship it?
Xena and Gabrielle (Xena warrior princess)
I ship it!
Neutral
I don’t ship it
I don’t know the characters
reason:
They shared true love’s kiss, multiple times (but it was the 90’s so just galpals)
Things that work in fiction but not real life
- torture getting reliable information out of people
- knocking someone out to harmlessly incapacitate them for like an hour
- jumping into water from staggering heights and surviving the fall completely intact
- calling the police to deescalate a situation
- rafting your way off a desert island
- correctly profiling total strangers based on vibes
- effectively operating every computer by typing and nothing else
- ripping an IV out of your arm without consequences
- heterosexual cowboy
This post breaching containment has taught me that a lot of people seem to think they can accurately profile complete strangers. For the record, no the fuck you can’t.
various tissue samples viewed through the microscope of my high school pathophysiology class. these have been sitting in my google drive since 2016. i didn’t label them so i couldn’t tell you what any of them are displaying now.
I noticed you haven’t been online in 10 hours, is therapy finally working?
this websites hate mail game is ruthless
27 years today since rgu premiered!!! rejoice for yuri that undooms itself!!!
80s horror practical effects was that bitch. can’t outdo the doer
Further Americanisms that tell you to check on your American:
been better = in hell
doin’ alright = sad, needs hug
pretty great! = genuine actual baseline. Anything else ranks beneath this. Be Aware.
I’m here, ain’t I? = Defcon 5
Because someone asked, indications that an American is actually Having A Good Day include:
- Awesome
- Fantastic
- Damn Good Day
- Great Day to Be Alive
- Dude You’re Never Gonna Believe This
“Livin’ the Dream!” - actively daydreaming about swandiving into a woodchipper