friendly reminder that at the end of the force awakens i had no idea who the fuck general hux was and yet he is in both of the two most popular ships in tfa’s tag on the ao3. and by friendly i mean bitter. a bitter reminder.
so um i just realized i was lethargic all day because. i did not eat enough food. in retrospect this seems obvious but i ate dinner and now i’m like full of energy and ready to study for tomorrow’s exam and i was like Oh. food helps me function Duh
Anyway I miss Peggy Carter violently beating the absolute everloving fuck out of dudes with any object within her reach while upbeat jazz music is playing in the background
So recently people have been talking about the guy running for senator who’s named Dave Strider. Upon further research on his FB page, a couple folks have left Homestuck related comments on his feed.
He wondered what it meant, and a new feed started:
So, I decided to type out an explanation about the whole thing,
Then moments later, he replied,
Bless this man’s soul. He allowed me to tell him about Homestuck.
I’ve mentioned my favorite art history professor to @systlin a few times, but there’s one story of him that stays with me. So for you, Plant Aunt, I’ve crafted a tale of one immortal spitefully making sure another immortal finally gets his:
The running joke among David’s students is that our beloved professor is clearly an immortal. How else could we explain his small office crammed with illuminated manuscripts, Scythian and Mongolian bows, 3rd cent. Roman gladii, near-Eastern rugs and ancient swords? The way he sighed wistfully in class and told us how beautiful the Parthenon was when it was new and, “not just a damn tourist attraction”? It wasn’t uncommon for us to see him hefting a sword over his shoulder, leather trench coat flapping in the wind, flipping off the head of security who really should have stopped trying by now.
It was also a running joke that our favorite immortal just did not get technology. I worked at our Help Desk for all four years of college, and David would always request one of his students to come and fix his computer.
“This computer isn’t fast enough,” he told me once, polishing an enameled chalice. Google maps was still loading on the page, trying to parse the coordinates he entered. It was likely looking ten centuries too late. “It needs more of that RAM. Really. I could be soaring over ancient Rome like a bird!”
After repeat requests, he got a brand-new Macbook Pro, which he promptly abandoned for his antique slide projector.
“I just don’t get the new technology,” he shrugged. “You can’t get the feel of things.”
That was the only sentiment he shared with his nemesis.
what i do is not up to you 