prions-on-the-brain
My friends call me Satan
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I've got friends on the other side// I don't it just fits the aesthetic // current hyperfixation: Psych // can I skip grad school and just live in a cabin in the woods and isolate from society
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
prions-on-the-brain · 2 months ago
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prions-on-the-brain · 2 months ago
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Listening to the Nightvale weather is an integral step to developing a matured and distinguished music taste as an adult.
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prions-on-the-brain · 3 months ago
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100% agree I love Chuck's character in season 11 so I tend to pretend everything past season 11 didn't happen and ignore it :)
I really cannot reconcile season 11 Chuck with season 15 Chuck. They just cannot be the same character in my mind
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prions-on-the-brain · 3 months ago
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prions-on-the-brain · 3 months ago
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Hardison doesn't get enough recognition. The amount of energy and creativity he has. He is a fucking Leonardo da Vinci. He builds up their home several times, trying to account for everyone's needs and minding so many details. He builds their fake identities with so much creativity and so much skill, dozens and dozens of them. Whenever he gets given an impossible task like fake an 18th century book in a day, or sculpt beautiful statues, or hack something unhackablw, or or or. And he does it so skillfully. And doesn't get enough praise in my opinion. He maintains hobbies on top of that! He plays the violin masterfully, he knows a lot of technology and tv shows just because he thinks it's cool, he is great at video games amd table top games. And he is cheerful and focuses himself on having joy in his life, in keeping an open heart and caring for people. Most of his childhood crimes were caring for his grandma or doing things for fun and honing his skills. He is incredible. I am so in awe of him.
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prions-on-the-brain · 4 months ago
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obsessed with how the fandom made Destiel immortal via the Destiel confession meme. I mean, we will all be long gone. Supernatural will be long forgotten. Yet the news will still be passed on via the gay confession meme. and destiel will go on and on and on...
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prions-on-the-brain · 4 months ago
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Kid : I know Greek, Norse, and Egyptian mythology
Me : I smell Rick Riordan
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prions-on-the-brain · 4 months ago
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The weirdest guy I ever met in a church was this boy who referred to “Buzz Aldrin and his husband” going to the moon. I was completely baffled, and when I asked if he’d misspoken, he got really angry and accused me of being deliberately ignorant of the facts. It turned out that he was somehow comvinced that Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong were married. It took five Wikipedia articles to convince him otherwise.
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prions-on-the-brain · 4 months ago
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I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.
-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a
~*Spiritual Experience*~
I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.
Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.
He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.
So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.
He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.
Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.
His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.
Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.
There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.
I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.
However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."
For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."
I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."
Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.
The Gods were not merciful today.
It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.
Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.
So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.
The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.
My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.
Which is when the hail begins.
"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"
I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.
So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.
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prions-on-the-brain · 4 months ago
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id like to present to you my proposal for a Michigan-less super lake
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Lake No More Michigan
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prions-on-the-brain · 5 months ago
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BOTFA Everybody Lives Ending featuring a late 90s/early 2000s style ensemble dance party scene at the end. Like Shrek or Ella Enchanted.
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prions-on-the-brain · 5 months ago
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Psych/Supernatural crossover idea:
Zachariah's vessel is Woody.
Woody is strange enough, you think anybody would think twice if he says an angel of the lord is recruiting him for a Mission From God?
Psych Blues Brothers episode. Nuff said.
Zachariah hates earth, so he and Woody negotiate that Woody can go back to his job between missions as long as Zachariah has standing approval to re-possess Woody as needed.
Woody explains he was out last week because Zachariah needed Woody for his body. SBPD takes this in stride, regardless of how the individual interprets that statement.
Woody being a sympathetic ear to Zachariah in a totally unhinged Woody kind of manner
Worse, Woody suggesting solutions to Zachariah's problems
Zachariah taking Woody up on some of those solutions
Woody becoming Zachariah's favorite human. (Still a human though, blech)
Zachariah demonstrating some super niche coroner logic to the Winchesters because he learned it from his vessel
The Winchesters meeting Woody. Woody awkwardly trying to apologize for the stomach cancer.
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prions-on-the-brain · 5 months ago
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every day i realize that i’m in my 20s and i freak out a little bit
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prions-on-the-brain · 5 months ago
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My face when I can’t post about the dnd campaign I DM because I’m mutuals with my friend who’s in it
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