Alternate timeline in which all Greek and Latin roots are swapped:
catastrophe -> contraverse cephalopod -> capitoped chlorophyll -> viridofolia democracy -> populimpery homicide -> anthropoctony homosexual -> equigamic kilometer -> millimensure interregnum -> mesarchy magnanimous -> megapsychic manuscript -> chirography motorcycle -> ergatorote microscope -> parvovisor oxygen -> acidofex polyamory -> multierasty television -> remotoscope universe -> monostrophe
every day i tell myself i need to leave the disco elysium subreddit then someone is really funny on there and i’m forced to keep going
Q: (some shit about cuno getting shot) A: cuno doesn't get shot. cunoesse does. there's actually women and girls in this game.
Q: where do you get a gun this early in the game? A: kim gives you his gun to shoot down the body. you choose to turn your gun on cunoesse instead because she won't stop bullying you. this is a cop game.
Q: (some shit about how they can't tell if this person is joking) A: they are, in my opinion, very obviously making a joke and doing a bit and being funny and being silly and so on.
Q: what game are they talking about??? A: i literally said in the fucking caption that it's disco elysium.
Q: CLEARLY this person- A: you don't know anything about this person. you're making up headcanons about strangers and getting mad at them for it.
so in the 2003 Aquaman series they introduce a new backstory for archvillain Black Manta in which the entire reason for his (hyper)fixation on destroying Aquaman's life was severely maltreated autism, which Aquaman then cures him of with his magic water hand to completely redeem him. and this is obviously insanely stupid and ill-conceived and genuinely hateful, but given all of that, this is still one of the funniest speech balloons i've ever read in a comic. me @ myself when i remember how i acted in high school or whatever
sukuna crushes you when he’s sleepy
“ohmygod, kuna— get your fat ass off of me..”
your voice is weak and strained when your husband flops on top of you, his massive form draping over you and knocking the breath right from your lungs.
“mmn.” he just hums, burying his face in your neck, completely disregarding the fact that it feels like you’re being smushed by a boulder.
and he’s not oblivious to it either, he knows just how big he is. he’s proud of it, in fact. and he knows how much you love it.
well… besides for when he’s crushing you.
his arms are wrapped tight around you, securing you from all angles, while his body completely covers yours. six foot five and 250 pounds of pure muscle trapping you on the bed.
“babe, i’m being serious, get off. you’re killing me here.” you mutter, breathing heavily between words.
“shh. lemme rest.” sukuna replies, not able to care less. and he has the audacity to shush you. really?
“had a shitty day.” he adds lowly.
you exhale softly, defeated, and bring one hand up to cradle the back of his head, stroking his hair. “okay. fine. a few more minutes.”
he shakes his head. “an hour.”
“do you want me to pass out?”
||a/n: sukuna version of this suguru drabble (well, kinda. they’re not actually that similar)
I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while and I am sorry if it comes off oddly. How do you navigate an intelligence gap in a relationships? I have dated men of equivalent or greater intellect and found them inadequate in other ways, but when I have dated men less intelligent than me I become frustrated with them and their insecurities bleed into the relationship. You and Ship (or the personas you perform publicly) seem content. How do you avoid getting frustrated? [cont.]
"[part 2] I mean no insult to Ship of course. They seem very attentive and I used to really enjoy their detective skits. From the contents of your blogs they come across as so much less intellectually curious that it surprises me that you are compatible. Do you get adequate intellectual stimulation from other relationships/is that not a need for you in a partner/are my standards unrealistic?"
i have no idea how to respond to this. we have all been in absolutely helpless hysterics about it for the last thirty minutes. this is by far the most deranged ask I have received about my personal life on this website in my fifteen year career on here, and that is saying quite a lot
i can't decide which part of this message is my favorite, but if I HAD to say, probably the part where you appear to be entirely in earnest about this? in almost any other case I would assume a message like this was an elaborate way of insulting me or my partner or both, but I really genuinely don't think that's the case for you, which is actually MORE confusing. its just so compelling. there's so many layers here. i want to hire someone to cross stitch this for me so I can hang it in our living room. i can hear ship intermittently breaking out in peals of hysterical laughter in the kitchen
I'm sorry this is such a gross thing to start a discussion on, but my editor underlined me describing human urine as 'sickly sweet smelling' and said "piss doesn't smell like that." BUT IT DOES! not talking about my own personal piss, but when you're walking around downtown and you pass a piss alley?????? it's very distinctive.
and then I brought this up with my friends, and their answer was "all the alley pissers in Toronto must have diabetes." NO! this is the universal human piss smell!
is this like how some people can smell ants? I have a unique molecule in my nose that lets me experience the full spectrum of human piss?
Grace looking at Rocky PROJECT HAIL MARY (2026)
Have good other-life-crazy-sleep, Grace.
bloodymary comic pages 9-10 previous part / next part (coming soon) OHHH WE'RE GETTING THEREEEEE!!!!!
The first time I went to Georgia, I stepped out of the car, walked to the porch, immediately had a fat fucking roach scuttle past my foot, said “This place has roaches.” only for my father to respond “Nah. It’s just a palmetto bug. 😌” and that was how I found out about the costal southeastern cultural tradition of lying to yourself by pretending all the roaches are native wildlife and not visibly a winged cockroach of the pest variety.
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It starts after a rich, full dinner. You're stumbling across his threshold together, slightly tipsy off of what seemed like bottomless wine. Jack's lips are on yours in an instant, a large, rugged hand cupping your cheek, pulling your face to meet his.
You melt into him, like you always do, though flashes of the night keep echoing through your brain. The bloat in your tummy, the waitress who's eyes lingered on Jack for too long.
Suddenly, your dress feels too tight, Jack's roaming hands like little taunts over your plush skin. Not thin enough, not pretty enough, not good enough.
You're not an idiot, you see the way women look at Jack, the confused looks that always follow when you tell them that no, you are not his daughter. The logical part of your mind assumes the confusion is born of your age gap.
The rest of yourself is not so kind.
Wiggling out of his grasp, your heart clutches at his little pout. You pinch his cheek, stomach lurching at his hungry eyes.
"I just have to use the bathroom, I'll be right back, okay?" You whisper, desperate to hide any emotion in your voice.
"Okay," he mumbles as you walk past. "Don't take too long, I'll miss ya."
Orpheus and Eurydice and Orpheus and Eurydice (dr/krusie Comic)
when people say "death to america" they mean they want the communist death army to storm every city in america and kill everyone there including babies and old people and animals too and then they are going to take a bunch of bulldozers and dynamite and such and demolish all of the buildings and trees and mountains and everything until the entire country is just a smoldering crater. just wanted to clear that up
And this concludes the main storyline for Among The Hail Mary! It has been a crazy almost month and a half since ATHM came to me in a fever dream, and I could not have been happier for it to reach it's main conclusion! Thank you all so much for loving this AU!
The main storyline may be complete, but there are plans for smaller storylines! You can follow the [ATHM Masterpost] over on my Update Blog if you would like notification updates on future ATHM content! But for now, the rat would like to take a break from the AU series and focus their attention on other projects and AUs that's been cooking in the background! Thanks for reading!
We know monsters live very long, and humans don't, and Pierrot wants to be with MC forever, is he aware of the fact that they'll die before him? and does it scare him?
Our dear Pierrot hasn't thought that far ahead yet... unfortunately.
Sounds like something he'd have trouble accepting, doesn't it?
sukuna tries to throw away the pot you beat him with <3
[ cw: crazy!reader, the title is self explanatory, not proofread, another love letter to @indiewritesxoxo if u guys like torturing sukuna pls check out her drabble series 😋 ]
he hates that god damn thing.
and despite the fact that it’s been an entire year since you’ve hit him over the head with it, leaving a giant dent the shape of his skull, you still haven’t thrown that fucking pot away.
you use it for everything—tea, coffee, ramen, scrambled eggs, his fucking birthday dinner—never failing to remind him of the day he ACCIDENTALLY called you a bitch.
he’s apologized for it, he’s changed, and is now an entirely different man than he was a year ago. why the hell do you still have it?
well, he’s getting rid of it tonight, so there’s really no use in asking any further questions. it took him an entire week to come up with a plan, which was more than fair given your unhealthy attachment to the item.
so far, everything’s worked beautifully in his favor. he came home with take-out from your favorite restaurant, along with a bottle of your favorite wine. he got you tipsy, then later on made you cum so hard you literally passed out.
there was no way you were waking up after that, not for another eight hours at least. and if you were, you weren’t getting up. you’d be too sore, too physically exhausted.
it was perfect.
after staying back for a few minutes, holding you and making sure you were dead asleep, he snuck out of bed and made his way into the kitchen to grab the literal bane of his existence. no noise was made while doing so, you hung the thing up like it was some medal you won at a competition.
the side door gently creaks as he opens it, then makes his way down the wooden steps. the trash cans are only a few feet away, and the excitement builds the closer he gets to them.
but just as he lifts the lid open, the giddiness he feels gets ripped away by something that made him startle.
the fact that many liberals care more about whether a state is "authoritarian" than whether it lifted massive swathes of its population out of poverty says a lot about their politics. they say China is bad because it's authoritarian and brush aside the 800 million people it's lifted out of abject poverty. they complain that Cuba is "authoritarian", while ignoring that it brought healthcare and education to the masses, who were left to suffer under the Batista regime. at some point you have to realize that you're condemning a country that's run in the interests of the working masses of its population
the kicker is that the marxist-leninist countries being criticised are more democratic than the liberal democracies the critics are comparing them too
