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oooh interesting take OP

I wonder a lot if the bsd author has a younger sister

“what’s your five year plan” bro i wake up every day confused by the fact that i’m even alive

you have to fistfight your tumblr pfp. do you think you'd win

Here's an idea for your thunder thursday: the song "my dad" by Paul Peterson, but it's John and Big James singing it for Zebedee.

A punk stops during a gay pride parade to allow a mesmerized child to touch his jacket spikes.

ATTENTION TUMBLR

CHOCOLATE GUY'S BIRTHDAY IS IDES OF MARCH

"Ma'am, ma'am, what should we do?" The fresh rookies crowd around me while I am simply enjoying my peace. Or, well, trying to enjoy my peace. I set my coffee down.

"You lot," I begin as they go quiet, "truly have some gall, crowdin' around me like ducklings with their mother duck."

They look at me in bewilderment, utter shock in those innocent eyes.

"You heard me," I say. "This is the SCP foundation, not the babysitter club. Now calm the hell down and figure out, rationally, how to solve this problem."

As they go their own ways and start talking solutions and containment procedures with their voices still audibly shaking, I make a note in my phone: 'teach new rookies how to deal with their jobs'.

Alarms blare throughout the facility. Screams and gunshots echo through the halls. The rookie scientists around you are in panic. You sip your coffee at the breakroom table in peace, “just another tuesday.” You state calmy.

The fact that most if not all of our medical knowledge came from trial and error is so funny to me for some reason.

Your phone battery percentage determines what year of the 1900s you'll live in.

How screwed are you?