Your insubordination has guaranteed your death, there can be no alternative.

Alternatively

Hey, space is a tough place where wimps eat flaming plasma death.

Like this? https://i.imgur.com/ddluECA.mp4

How could you slander my boy Theoden in this way

PSA: Don’t give scented candles to your friends who keep invertebrate pets. There is some evidence that aerosolized scents can cause dyskinetic syndrome, which is a terrible way to go.

🔥 That’s not an improvement!

Would her attire signify being in mourning in the time and place this was painted? That seems to add more to the story.

Did this work as intended?

Good for you. Gotta respect ya self 💪🏼

I see this opinion a lot and just can’t understand it. Oatmeal raisin cookies are great and chocolate chip cookies, melty or not, are just okay.

I have an inner monologue but it’s on like a half-second delay behind the actual thought. Like, I can picture a pineapple without thinking of the word pineapple first. Sometimes an entire sentence worth of meaning will form in an instant but the words don’t come until I’m trying to speak or type the thought out. Sometimes I can’t access a word at all, even though the concept is clear in my head and I know there is a specific word for this specific flavor of the concept.

Also, I can’t rotate a cube in my mind’s eye, but I can rotate a chicken.

Brains are weird.

Bloody slegs. Think they own the footpath!

SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. 🍻🎺

I didn’t get to come out. My mom’s piece of shit boyfriend invaded my privacy, went through my bedroom and computer, then showed my mom my private journal and browser history. She then outed me to everyone in my family and at her church as a way to get sympathy for herself. She pulled me out of the school where I had just been elected student body VP and switched me to one closer to home so she could have more control over where I went. She took away my computer, pawned it and kept the money for herself. She did her best to cut me off from everyone supportive in my life, though the courts forced her to let me see my dad. She told me I was possessed by the devil. I was basically imprisoned in my own home, only allowed to go to church and to shitty Christian “therapy” until I turned 18 and moved out.

And if my grandmother had wheels she would be a bicycle!

Sebastian, every time. I have attempted others, but I always come back. I guess emo twink that plays D&D is just my type.

I do not share your paranoia and I feel less despair than you seem to, but I am right there with you about AI art being a real problem. You don’t have to be a flawless human being to be right about that.

The Dr. Seuss Bible!

Just… Don’t stop? Keep walking. They legally can’t stop you and they know it. It’s a psychological barrier, not a physical or legal barrier. Make direct eye contact, smile, say “No, thanks” and keep walking. It’s worked for me so far.

Brand name Adderall made me suicidally depressed almost overnight. It went away over about a week when I switched back to generic.