All 13 of Erebus’s Black Crusades aren’t better. >…>
All 13 of Erebus’s Black Crusades aren’t better. >…>
The Horus Heresy. When you see what the Emperor’s vision actually was, and really get to compare it to the galaxy they got, it’s just… so much worse. And the galaxy is pretty goddamn bad to begin with. But you know there’s a special place at the very bottom of hell for Erebus.
Magnus did nothing wrong and Russ has fleas.
I’m shocked he got any consequences at all. His magic costume must’ve not been enough to grant immunity for once.
Now that’s some gluten development.
I barely remember that show. Was that his character’s name?
I’ve always thought the name Buchanan sounded… Not cool per se but… Atmospheric? Like it could only belong to one of those old-money families up to their eyeballs in secret societies and mystery.
Nah.
I legit loved him in Barbie. Not even kidding. Like, the guy has made an entire career out of playing the forgettable Everyman, and he just lampshaded the fuck out of it. Low key hilarious.
Pharma Bro. Martin something? Even if I didn’t know he was a dogshit human being, he has a punchable face.
If she hates it then maybe stop?
My wife and I do this, mostly because we’re both often doing stuff in the house, but also want to send each other cat pictures, which don’t demand an immediate response.
Kangaroos don’t but platypus do.
That episode hits so hard if you think of the idea that Picard sacrificed basically everything for his career. He never married, never had a family or settled down on some backwater planet.
And then for a lifetime - in 27 minutes - he did. He got to have the life he never got to have.
It just. My soul hurts for him. I still don’t know if it’s sad or beautiful or both but that episode tears my heart out every time.
I often had to pause during episodes of Violet Evergarden. My wife always knew when I was watching it because I would be a complete mess every single episode. I finished the show but some episodes I could not take in one go.
I had a bird in my basement last summer. Scared the hell out of everybody until we realized it wasn’t a bat. Then it was just a matter of herding the panicky little idiot back outside.
My wife does this. It’s very weird.
I’ve often thought that I am.
I find that I understand most of the things when I sit down and do a lesson or exercise, but the problem I have is that I don’t stick with it. The gulf between where I am and what constitutes useful programming feels insurmountable, and it drains the motivation right out of me until I wander off and forget all about it.
could have*
I used to do Renaissance Faires.
“Wild Mountain Thyme” was the song the entire cast sang together at the end of each day, my first year.
It hits me like a truck every time.