love found in the goodtimeswithscar zombie exhibit gas station
"craving a food means your body needs something that food can offer" now what the fuck does my body need with an ice cream
Here's a fun story of malicious compliance to brighten your day:
Until recently, a few people in my office had these desk shades to combat the obnoxious fluorescent lights, which is very helpful for people (like me) with migraines or other light-sensitivity issues.
A few days ago, everyone who has them was told to take them down. Different people were given different reasons - It violates fire code (it doesn't) / It blocks line of sight (sort of?). Since this goes against the existing status quo, the union reps (my beloved) jumped on it. Someone jokingly suggested using umbrella hats instead, since hats are allowed in the dress code. Today, the union reps are passing out these ridiculous things in protest:
If the rules are absurd, the resistance should match.
we could go back to telegraphs instead of social media. send your mutuals unspeakable strings of morse code at 4:30am
Starlight. Who do you see? Who do you smile for?
I hope it's me.
hey bro can we like adopt paralleling themes and symbolize opposites but in a two sides of the same coin kind of way? it doesn’t have to be weird. wait what do you mean thats gay
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so i couldn't stop listening to ruler of my heart
WHICH ONE OF THE PIZZA ENTHUSIASTS ALLOWED THIS ABOPIZZATION
When Chuuya is overwhelmed, sometimes he just removes himself from the situation. Not physically leaving—just… relocating. To the ceiling. Out of reach. It’s his version of taking a deep breath. Dazai: “I take it things aren’t going well.” Chuuya, sprawled upside down, whiskey glass dangling from one hand: “…What gave it away?
Sometimes, Chuuya just ends up on the ceiling and doesn’t know how or why. One second, he’s pacing. The next? He’s upside down, staring at the floor like it personally wronged him. The worst part? It’s contagious. One time, he was ranting mid-argument, gesturing wildly, when Dazai pointed up at him and said, “You realise you’re on the ceiling, right?” Chuuya paused. Looked down. Looked back at Dazai. “God fucking dammit.”
Chuuya doesn’t storm out of arguments. He just removes himself from them. Mid-fight with Dazai? He’ll cross his arms and float straight up, glaring down like a disappointed parent.
Part 1 here