Me: *bored For 0.5 Seconds*

“Um... Er, well... Honestly, I was hoping for an internship. I’m working on theoretical physics in college, and I would like to hold an internship at such a well renowned place. Heck, you don’t even pay me, so there’s no reason why you shouldn’t hire me. I could aid in far more ways than to harm. U-unless this isn’t the place you go for internships. I-if so, i’m sorry I wasted your t-time.”

Equal opportunity employment (open RP)

From television to billboard, radio to word of mouth, the same message was covering the entire town. Aperture was hiring. Previous experience didn’t matter, criminal record didn’t matter, it didn’t even matter if they were human! All that mattered was that Ramm needed staff, and he’d pay top dollar for workers! Damn the expense! (Your muse here) was waiting in the lobby for their name to be called. The person Ramm was previously interviewing was being escorted out by security staff. Dr. Jeremy Ramm himself soon followed. ”Right, who’s next.”

DESCRIBE YOURSELF ON ANON AND ILL SAY IF ID DATE YOU

(gender, age, height, eye colour, hair colour, interests, ideal date, etc.)

How do Mind Flayers decide which brains to eat and which brains to insert tadpoles into?

robots posting memes like "metal rusts and algorithms are flawed, i'm gonna become a pristine meat creature that can grow and heal" and when reminded that disease & death exist they're like "no i would be the epic flawless organic lifeform that i just imagined"

also literally fucked a man so hard yesterday that today i found pieces of my bed on the floor

Reading fantasy again, I've started thinking about how odd it is how in books like that, the non-human races invariably scoff at human frailty and vulnerability, even those that they'll call friends. Like that's mean?? Why would you be a dick to your friend who you know is not capable of as much as you are, and it's not their fault they were born like that. That's mean.

Like consider the opposite: Characters of non-human races treating their human companions like frail little old dogs. Worrying about small wounds being fatal - humans die of small injuries all the time - or being surprised that humans can actually eat salt, even if they can't stomach other spicy rocks. Being amazed that a human friend they haven't seen in 10 years still looks so young, they've hardly aged at all! And when the human tries to explain that they weren't going to just unexpectedly shrivel into a raisin in 10 years, the longer-lifespan friend dismisses this like no, he's seen it happen, you don't see a human for 10 or 20 years and they've shriveled in a blink.

Elves arguing with each other like "you can't take her out there, she will die!" and when the human gets there to ask what they're talking about, they explain to her that the journey will take them through a passage where it's going to be sunny out there. Humans burn in the sun. And she will have to clarify that no, actually, she'll be fine. They fight her about it, until she manages to convince them that it's not like vampires - humans only burn a little bit in the sun, not all the way through. She'll be fine if she just wears a hat.

Meanwhile dwarves are reluctant to allow humans in their mines and cities, not just out of being secretive, but because they know that you cannot bring humans underground, they will go insane if they go too long without seeing the sun. Nobody is entirely sure how long that is, but the general consensus is three days. One time a human tries to explain their dwarf companion that this is not true, there are humans that endure much longer darkness than that. As a matter of fact, in the furthest habited corners of the lands of the Northmen, the winter sun barely rises at all. Humans can survive three weeks of darkness, and not just once, but every single year.

"Then how do they sane?" Asks the dwarf, and just as he does, the conversation gets interrupted by the northland human, who had been eavesdropping, and turns to look at them with an unnerving glint in her colourless grey eyes, grinning while saying

"That's the neat part, we don't."

Hey, uh, I've been thinking about my own gender identity. I realized that cis people still care about their gender, so, I wanted to know what the difference is between being comfortable with myself, being non-binary, and gender euphoria. I just don't really feel any sort of care towards it. I know you're talking to me, I don't really care what pronouns are used. I also looked in the mirror the other day and got really excited about how long my hair was. I also take great pride in the fact that I know how to walk in high heels. I am AMAB, so I just really don't know. The more I think about it, the more complex gender seems to be. So does anyone have advise on how to figure out what direction to go?

Everyone always talks abt the ways ADHD makes you forgetful or hyperactive, but one thing I dunno if I’ve seen anyone talk about is the self-gaslighting that can happen, how you get so used to having forgotten/missed something that if you hear a piece of information that contradicts what you’ve heard before, you have this instinct to accept the newer info as the right one because maybe you just forgot about something. You get so used to people seeing you as stupid that you’re tempted to not speak up or ask about or argue against something that’s incorrect out of fear of looking like an idiot.

You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.

Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…

…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.