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fuckyeahfoodfight:

slimydad:

two parts graham cracker crumbs plus one part peanut butter plus one part powdered sugar gets you some shit the same taste and consistency as the peanut butter that’s in Reese’s stuff

do with that what you will

kay so hallucinations with a high fever that werent just a dog painting refusing to settle down and stop moving: the big one that always horrified me was MATH. how can math be a hallucination math is an abstraction NO. EVERYTHING WAS MATH. THE AIR WAS GEOMETRIC. YOU CANT BREATHE OCTAGONS. GET UNDER THE BLANKET THE TRIANGLES ARE COMING. UNDER TEH BLANKET ITS DARK, YOU CANT SEE THE MATH IN THERE. OH GOD IM GOING TO DIE AND MATH IS GOING TO KILL ME unsurprisingly i'm very bad at math

I know this horrific state of mind from the last time I was taking math classes and got the sickest I’ve been since my teens.

It was like having a song stuck in your head, but instead of music it was the convoluted and stressful number salad of trying to figure out fictional equations, feeling like that was the only way to interpret the surrounding environment and feeling increasingly stressed that it wasn’t getting done in time.

I passed that class by literally half a point I was awarded out of mercy.

slime-minister:

if you smoke you will never be two cool glasses skulls

slime-minister:

if you smoke you will never be two cool glasses skulls

Trying to explain to someone why it’s creepy to just hurl unsolicited come-ons and physical “compliments” at strangers and you’d think I told him not to breathe. He used the phrase “society would grind to a halt.”

I’ve never hit on anybody, initiated flirting, or known if I was being flirted with and I’ve still been in relationships so no, society would probably not grind to a halt I’m pretty sure most real relationships start with some pre-existing familiarity and not a strange dude reminding some waitress that she has boobs

When I was very young and had high fevers, I would have this strange feeling that the geometry of my room was warping, as if the ceiling was miles high and the edge of my bed a precipice. I once hallucinated a man hosing down a pyramid in my closet, which I found distressing for some reason.

Well that would be pretty distressing. How did he get there? Where did he put your stuff to fit all that shit inside? Where’s the water even going? What a creep.

Hey Bogleech, have you ever read the manga series Parasyte before?

Yep! Loved it, although I felt like it started to get repetitive 3/4 in and then sort of wound down anticlimactically.

For a while, there was talk about Jim Henson Studios doing a U.S. film adaptation and I can’t imagine that would have gone too wrong. I mean as long as they even kept the most basic underlying premise intact we would have had something great.

I reblogged that ask but I'm gonna send one to make sure that person sees "!!! I actually know this! it’s a book by David Lubar, I go they the exact name but it’s along the lines of “The battle of the red hot pepper weenies and other warped and creepy tales” he has a lot of good stories and his short story books all have weenies in the title, though I can’t remember the exact one that had that one in it."
I'm trying to remember the name of a book, maybe you or your followers could help me? It was a book of short stories. In one of them, there was a girl who loved animals but hated people. She ends up saving a Gypsie's life, and is given the ability to understand animals, but the animals do nothing but insult her. The story ends with her trying to go to sleep with all the insects in and outside her room talking about how ugly she is.

That sounds terrifying and sad but I have no idea. Anybody?

ninjacafe:

The many emotions of Baxter Stockman.

the best part of parasimon is that they’re constantly giggling in these scenes

the best part of parasimon is that they’re constantly giggling in these scenes

"2 Great Blood-horrors to rip out your guts"
I don’t know anything else about these movies

"2 Great Blood-horrors to rip out your guts"

I don’t know anything else about these movies

Tumblr changed it at some fucking point so searches don’t just bring up tags but any post containing the term. I knew there was a reason not to check my own name like a tag anymore; you’ll have to send me an ask when you want me to see something.

At least the majority of hate posts are still from guys who think I’m a “feminazi” and I don’t have to care what they think.

endangereduglythings:

These guys are Halloween in a beetle (bogleech, I’m looking at you). The American Burying Beetle’s black and orange color is just the start. They are also associated with death, and also child friendly—at least for their own kids. 
One of the adults will find a suitable bird or rodent carcass, and send out pheromones to attract a member of the opposite sex. Once the pair meet, they get busy… burying. Well, first they strip off the skin and appendages of the corpse, turning it into a lovely flesh-ball. Then, there’s the actual burying, mating, and egg laying.
But the hard working parents’ job isn’t done once the eggs are laid. Once the grubs hatch, the real work begins. They keep the babies clean, perform regurgitation feeding like birds, or moving the babies to a particularly choice piece of carcass. This is a good picture of the parental care, but it’s not for the faint of heart.
Habitation fragmentation has made it difficult for couples to find each other, causing the Burying Beetle to be listed by the Endangered Species Act. Breeding and reintroduction programs have been working to bring these beauties back to the wild.
Image from the Fish and Wildlife Service

endangereduglythings:

These guys are Halloween in a beetle (bogleech, I’m looking at you). The American Burying Beetle’s black and orange color is just the start. They are also associated with death, and also child friendly—at least for their own kids. 

One of the adults will find a suitable bird or rodent carcass, and send out pheromones to attract a member of the opposite sex. Once the pair meet, they get busy… burying. Well, first they strip off the skin and appendages of the corpse, turning it into a lovely flesh-ball. Then, there’s the actual burying, mating, and egg laying.

But the hard working parents’ job isn’t done once the eggs are laid. Once the grubs hatch, the real work begins. They keep the babies clean, perform regurgitation feeding like birds, or moving the babies to a particularly choice piece of carcass. This is a good picture of the parental care, but it’s not for the faint of heart.

Habitation fragmentation has made it difficult for couples to find each other, causing the Burying Beetle to be listed by the Endangered Species Act. Breeding and reintroduction programs have been working to bring these beauties back to the wild.

Image from the Fish and Wildlife Service