she said: "don't make others suffer for your personal hatred"

kyraneko:

timeclonemike:

afronerdism:

aspicywhore-deactivated20201017:

afronerdism:

If you are ever looking for furniture you’ve got to go to an antique store. Now when I say antique store, I don’t mean the boutique downtown that will charge you $700 for a lamp. I mean the trashy place up the street on a big lot with tables and chairs piled up for miles outside. The kind that stretches 75 miles back in a cold room with no descernable path through it. You will find the best, sturdiest, and coolest shit for amazing prices. If it’s in the middle of nowhere it’s even better because you can haggle.

Isn’t this how most people get haunted

I’m willing to take that chance if it means I get a hardwood armoire for my bedroom for $129.

Don’t think of it as being haunted, think of it as a “buy one antique, get a free ghost” deal.

Slightly anxious single lady with modern problems/Victorian ghost with a refreshing outlook on existence and a supreme absence of fucks, roommates to lovers, 45K words, #the loveseat’s bouncy #for excellent bangin’

bonesbuckleup:

trek-tracks:

Starfleet Science/Medical’s version of the Kobayashi Maru is the Hypospray Maru. You’re left in a room containing just a random hypospray, told its use has the potential to stop someone’s suffering but it’s never been tried before, and if you inject it into yourself to see what it does, you’re officially crazy enough to lead a department.

I’m just picturing a timed test situation though where the cadets are supposed to deduce and delegate resources to figure out what’s in the hypospray.

Then Bones just rolls in, injects himself immediately, tests his own blood, and calls it a day.

To this day, he holds the record for fastest time completing the test.

june-egbert-official:

del3141:

kittydesade:

unclefather:

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Spooky Shopkeeper: The price may be more than you expect to pay.

Me: Yes, I know how US taxes work, too.

Shopkeeper, increasingly exasperated: I’m trying to tell you that I’m evil and offering these wares with no regard for the harm they will do!

Me, also increasingly exasperated: I know what capitalism is too goddammit

The shopkeeper, annoyed: I’M TELLING YOU IT WILL COST YOUR SOUL.

Me, equally annoyed: AND I’M TELLING YOU I UNDERSTAND “NO ETHICAL CONSUMPTION UNDER CAPITALISM”