for wheat is wheat

Why can't I be a professional blorbo thinker

Why won't someone pay me thousands of dollars an hour to think about my blorbos

[brian limond: I’m gonna say something to you right now that I’ve never said to another living soul in my life brian limond: *thick accent, high pitched gibberish* myugyan gyanHAyeten unyahehhhh dUNYON]

happy 2nd anniversary to word of honor!

fear is hungry

The Spirealm (2024)

The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 2

fuck it homebrew boop button. reblog this post to boop the person you reblogged from.

Tsc is the literary equivalent of Andrew hitting Neil with a racket 2 sec into first meeting him

Ratfic version of Omelas where I take over the city and marshal its perpetually lucky, incorruptibly healthy, impeccably orderly population into a military-economic war machine, perfect process engineering and uncomplaining 16 hours shifts outputting weapons by the truckload to be handled by men with unfailing morale and immunity to battlefield disease and rot. The Omelegions brick by brick conquer the neighboring nations, dismantle their cities, and relocate their populations back to the capital, their complaints magically washed away by the soothing, brackish tears staining the pitted cheeks of our war machine's heart as soon as they cross the border. Dense urbanization is promoted alongside mass-scale hypertransit projects, rendering each new district such a teeming mass of socioeconomic interconnections that the magic of Omelas is forced to extend its blessed embrace mile and after inexorable mile, still powered by the hacking sobs and blood-stained fingernails of a single child. All shall be Omelas, nation by nation, from commercial center to industrial district to residential exurb, until the city coats the entire planet and the Ecumenopolis of Omelas is born. Earth is no more, there is only Omelas, and the despair lancing on loop through every synapse of our Child-Emperor's brain is mathematically, objectively, as officially calculated in the holy ledger of the Ministry of Utility, reduced to infrequent specks of morality in the eyes of the one hundred trillion residents, unnoticed in their bliss.

And then "The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas" will have to choke on their insufferable self-righteous bullshit because they have nowhere to walk EVERYWHERE IS OMELAS NOW BITC-

As Omelas' utopic institutions uplift the whole of the world's population (minus one) the proportional moral stain of the child's suffering approaches 0!

Insert here a picture of the cover of Kant's "Fundamental Principles of the Metaphysics of Morals" with a simple limit/integral equation scrawled over it and a few ??? for good measure.

Sauce :

2 Tbsp soy sauce 1 Tbsp dark soy sauce 1 Tbsp shaoxing wine 1 Tbsp sesame oil 1 inch grated ginger 1 minced garlic clove 1/2 Tbsp sugar

you're welcome.

Bonus tip : you can add an egg (or more) to make hard boiled eggs at the same time (to eat now or later)

Bonus tip #2 : you can cook half rice, half quinoa/small green lentils (takes the same time)

I made this for my valentine

23.5 DEGREES | EP6

they call me the epub downloader

23.5 Ep 6 | The Apocalypse