Imagining Garak And Bashir In A Fucked Up Survival Situation. Garak Getting Injured Somewhere Intimate

I wish DS9 had dared give us Garak in a Princess Leia bikini in this scene.

I like when gods look like spirals and snakes and shit I like to think about the different types of gods like ones that are directly connected to humans are more human and the more creator, forces of nature, types are just fucked up little guys

Hey, don’t cry. Free online database of Japanese folk lore

Oh to be two older queer men eating strawberries in our garden at the end of the world

Self portrait on cardboard cause I can't find my stylus

doodle page

Reading like the monster The Monster at the End of This Book, thrilling.

Bed against zero walls: You're a freak

Bed against one wall: Acceptable, but you can do better

Bed against two walls: Perfect

Bed against three walls: Do you live in a closet?

Bed against four walls: How???

Bed against five walls: What? That makes no sense...

Bed against six walls: Stop...

Bed against seven walls: I said stop!

Bed against eight walls: What are you doing?! That's too many walls!

Bed against nine walls: We've gone too far, I don't think we're in normal reality anymore...

Bed against ten walls: Hello? Is anybody there? How are there walls all perpendicular to one another?

Bed against eleven walls: We're definitely not in normal reality anymore

Bed against twelve walls: I think we're the only ones here. Just me and the bed.

Bed against thirteen walls: It's weirdly... cozy over here.

Bed against fourteen walls: Could this have been what I wanted all along? Solitude?

Bed against sixteen walls: Wait, Did you see that? We skipped 15.

Bed against twenty walls: No, this is definitely too much. Somebody get me out of here!

Bed against twenty eight walls: The skips are getting bigger, the walls are closing in...

Bed against forty walls: They're suffocating me...

Bed against sixty walls: Help...

Bed against one hundred walls: ...help.

Bed against two hundred walls: ...

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Bed against one quadrillion walls: . . .

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Bed against one nonillion walls: ...good night.

in homestuck made this world, a podcast where two media academics do a legit critical reading of homestuck, one of the hosts will occasionally interrupt by saying ‘hey, hold on a second. i just realized something. none of this is real. andrew hussie made this all up’ and not only is it very funny but it is also a fantastic little voice to have in your head when people try to drag your criticisms of a text down into the diegetic level. like. no that reason you just gave me isnt why that happened. that happened because a guy made it all up and then wrote it down actually. anyway,

You're just a mammal. Let yourself act like it. Your brain needs enrichment. Your body needs rest. You feel hunger and grow hair. You need to pack bond with other sentient things so you don't become unsocialized and neurotic. You are biologically inclined to seek dopamine and become sick when chronically stressed. "Hedonism" is made up to place moral value on taking pleasure in sensory experiences. I am telling you that if you don't let yourself be a fucking mammal, as you were made, you will suffer and go insane. No grindset no diets no trying to be above your drive for connection. Pursue what makes you feel good and practice radial rejection of the constructs meant to turn you into a machine. You're a mammal.