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i’m going to start calling american music a-pop. for no reason

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If you get this the way I get this, I salute you.

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history repeats itself

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I’m really enjoying the fact that there is an article and people are trying to figure out how it happened in the first place lol

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if i got jigsawed and woke up in some moldy room with a makeshift bear trap on my head or whatever i wouldn't even let it phase me. i'm not willing to be taught lessons i'm not paying attention to a puppet. i would close my eyes and visualize abstract forms in jewel tones until a machine tears me asunder. now we've both wasted our time and you won't be able to return anything in this room to ace hardware. what did YOU learn, old man

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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

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how am i supposed to use any other social media site. which other site has a userbase so commited to the bit that a nonexistent movie can trend at no1

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so my grandma died recently, and my parents have been dealing with the quantities of Stuff accumulated over the course of her and my grandpa’s lives, which could be interesting on its own as a family matter, but, well, grandpa was a science fiction writer, and they knew a lot of science fiction writers, which means a lot of the stuff is classic sci-fi and fantasy. books, artwork, that kind of thing. what i had not realized, but perhaps should have predicted, was that knowing a lot of science fiction writers in the ‘60s meant that they knew people who had written for this one TV show in the ‘60s that some science fiction writers worked on, and these people liked to share stuff.

what i’m saying is that i have now held in my hands one of the original, physical scripts for the star trek episode “amok time”.

it was like holding a piece of history. my own hands, carefully cradling the origin of sex pollen and fuck or die. a work whose influence went far behind what the writer could have expected–sacred, almost, in its way. who knows how much spawned from this episode? how much fanfiction would never have existed were it not for this holy text? indeed, the very concept of slash itself? an artifact, a priceless relic, sitting on my parents’ couch.

i haven’t seen the entirety of the episode itself, so i don’t know if there are any real differences between the script and what was aired, but i had to skim it anyway–and i did find something that is perhaps worth mentioning, whether or not this actually counts as canon. but hey, hard to get more canon than an Actual Official Script, right?

VULCANS BLUSH YELLOW, BITCHES, IT’S CANON

also, this:

thanks for specifying “karate-type”, theodore sturgeon. coulda gotten confusing, that.

anyway, it was a deeply surreal experience and i’m pretty sure the script is getting donated someplace with a lot of the other stuff, but man, my grandparents were cool

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you know what’s good? when characters are on a last-name basis, but something terrible’s happened and they start calling for the other by the first name.

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What’s the point of all this? Let’s be honest? Is it to be loved? To make a name for myself? To change the world? Defeat my enemies? Fall in love? Have a family? At the moment my best friend won’t even talk to me, won’t look at me. I understand why. I’m a bit of a dick at times and I was cold for a month. Maybe this is karma? Karma is a bitch if so. This sucks. I’m left wondering if I’ve done something so horribly wrong that this friendship can’t be saved. That we might as well call it quits on a 3 year long friendship. If this is something to be saved, how can I do that when it seems impossible for him to be in the same room as me? How am I to bridge that gap when he keeps widening it? How am I to extend an olive branch when he won’t even extend his hand? What’s the point of this whole thing if we can’t even be around each other without the temperature of the building dropping 10 degrees? How do I fix something he refuses to acknowledge, much less acknowledge as broken?

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please be nice to me, i'm in my twenties. do you know what that does to a person

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“Straws give you wrinkles” “sunlight gives you age spots” “smiling with your eyes gives you laugh lines” okay but what if I did that. What if I drank Vanilla Coke from a bendy straw and danced in the sunlight and laughed with reckless abandon. What then. We all age we all get wrinkles we all grow old and dammit I will do it with the sun on my face and the joy of life at my back

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The thing is you read too much 19th century Brit Lit and that's literally just how you start to talk. Was speaking with a friend about another friend and I said "he's very agreeable, but he lacks discernment" like that was in any way a normal way to phrase that sentiment.

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bro doesn’t even have a certain je ne sais quoi

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“The lists found by maia and shared with journalists and researchers confirm the TSA’s (1) Islamophobia, (2) overconfidence in the certainty of its pre-crime predictions, and (3) mission creep.”