Maybe If He Was A Little Less Fuckable We Wouldn’t Be In This Mess

I just had a realization, so the oldest dream needs to exist because stories need to be read to exist and the oldest dream reads all stories so nothing would exist without Kim Dokja on that train, so if Kimcom gets him back then nothing would exist. Except it doesn't need to be Kim Dokja as the oldest dream all there really needs to be is people reading all the different stories and there are people reading Kimcom's story, it's all of us reading orv. The only problem with that is that there's no one to read the other stories for everything else to exist. Wich leads me to the conclusion that Kimcom sacrificed Every Single Universe And Worldline In Existence for Kim Dokja

You can eat the fungi/mushrooms in the last of us!! eat them bitches back!!!

Irl these mushrooms are edible!! Its called cordeyceps, completely edible, but if you think about it you could totally eat them straight off an infected person, well maybe not straight off

at the beginning of the show they said that the fungi couldnt infect humans because they couldnt survive the internal body temp of humans, and an average humans body temp is around 90° F, so a higher temp could in theory kill the virus in the fungi, so techically you could possibly eat the mushrooms back.

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the spores were in bread which is baked BUT those arent fully formed mushrooms, they can grow, basically justs seeds, so in theory you could wear a gas mask and clean ur shrooms, sautè them up and bam tasty tasty mushrooms

i look down at my phone and suddenly ive become my mother, excited about my high step count

Seeing spider verse with my little sister

saw the textpost and my mind immediately went to them

Scene from ORV chapter 429

This is one of my favorite scenes (it's my favorite arc) and I was wondering about the different ways the term "other people" could be interpreted

Edit: interpretations of YJH's line in a reblog (found here)

quick one for kdj day

there's an unofficial club in hawkins, indiana.

i saw steve harrington take out an eldritch monster with a blunt object and it changed me on a molecular level.

founding members: nancy wheeler (enthusiastic) & jonathan byers (highly reluctant)

chair(wo)man: nancy wheeler (former), eddie munson (freshly crowned)

other members include: max mayfield, erica sinclair

also: some random government agent who, in the middle of the apocalypse, saw steve in some pretty pastell polo, thought "wtf is that pretty boy doing here" and then got his shit rocked when mr. pastell-polo went to town on some monsters with a spiked nail bat.

When you start opening up to people