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star trek text posts IV: the one with the anons

angel in space who falls in love with an astronaut floating out in the void, not realizing they've been dead for years out there nor comprehending what death even is. is that anything

the angel starts leading them back to earth cuz they think that's what'll make them feel better, finally talk back to them, open up. it takes lightyears to get back to earth's atmosphere and when they do, the angel embraces them as gravity takes hold and pulls them crashing down. they both incinerate into ash and disappear. is that anything

Absolute favorite tiktok ever

I hate the term “unalive” unless we’re talking about the thing Ned the Piemaker does after alive againing someone

superbloom, saguaro

All of the women in Riverdale will go on to have flourishing careers. Cole sprouse will be put down in front of a live television audience by his twin brother Dylan who will then promote his 2021 Chinese romance-fantasy film the curse of Turandot and his Brooklyn brewery. Kj apa will continue to make the worst b-movies that his manager can find for him to support his full-time job of posting odd little dances on his social media.

man I just do not care if the new indiana jones is “good” like, it’s a franchise! it doesn’t have to be good, but it does have to deliver on the promise that it will have Action and there will be Weird Magic and there will be Nazis Getting Punched. as long as it’s got all that, it’ll be a decent way to spend a couple hours in a nice dark room in the summer.

now having said that I have to admit I do care if the new haunted mansion is good or not. I contain multitudes etc

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Real artists, made-up song titles.

Karaoke Night presents: “Story of Sisyphus” by Tom Waits #GameChanger (@rossbryant)

I still can’t believe this was all improvised on the spot.

That was awesome!

#i like to think data took him all the way to the brig tossed him in and left#and then came back 60 seconds later and was like ‘i believe i have successfully played a ‘practical joke’ on you :)’#riker loses it & claps him on the back like ‘wow. good job u rly had me going. dont ever fucking do that again’ Perfect.

Actually it’s 73 seconds. Data, knowing something of how human minds work, estimates that Riker will give him 60 seconds to come back (because humans prefer “round numbers”, however arbitrary the units). After 60 seconds it will take 4 seconds for Riker to fully process the conclusion that Data is, in fact, not coming back after all, and an additional 9 seconds to build to the optimum level of anxiety. 

After all, comedy is timing.

uh-oh boys it doesn’t look like we can Little Treat ourselves out of this one

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- Kitty Horrorshow // Anatomy

AITA for trying to eat my landlord's fancy takeout?

So my [523 F] sisters [498 F/492 F]and I are fully stay-at-home, and our landlord [530 M] brings us most of our groceries. Now things have been tight recently and so we only have grocery runs about once a month, and last night was one of these. Our house has a pretty clearly delineated men's half and women's half, so when we saw the food [21M] in our rooms we assumed it had been left there for us. But then our landlord burst in with our groceries and started screaming and shouting and getting really violent about the idea that we would touch his special treat after he'd forbidden it and just carrying on and told us to get out (this was our room, keep in mind). And I guess I had known that he had ordered fancy takeout, but it wasn't like it was labeled or anything, and it's not like there wasn't plenty to go around. His reaction just seemed really uncalled for. AITA?

You are the assholes and you know it.

Hi, Landlord here [590 M] who thinks the story could use a little extra context. Like the fact that all three of the abovementioned tenants were fully aware that the food was not just a special treat, but THE Special Treat.

Which they knew. Because I told them about it repeatedly. I told them explicitly not to even look at this Special Treat until I was done with him.

If that seems hyperbolic, understand that he was an imported good I’d been waiting on for just the right occasion. We’re talking Wagyu beef levels of quality. I am currently following a time-honored preparation method of seasoning his psyche with assorted traumas for maximum flavor at the time of consumption.

And, shocker for the audience, I was always planning to share the Special Treat with these three bottomless pits who, I’ll note, do get fresh groceries from me--I bring in goddamn veal every couple weeks!--including the inciting date above. How would you react if you came home from the market with an armful of dinner only to find the people you told. Explicitly. Not to Touch the Special Treat Yet (emphasis on YET). About to jump and drink him dry before you even got a taste after all your hard work of priming and preparation?

It should also be mentioned that I have been fasting for ages while making sure my tenants are fed. I have to make the grocery trips because, as you can probably guess, they have the self control of mosquitoes at a blood drive and would inhale the whole countryside if I didn’t play caterer. 

Needless to say, yes, I blew up at them. 

And also yes, they still got their goddamn groceries while I went hungry again, because I was/am not finished with menacing the Special Treat to peak flavorful misery. 

All I wanted was to enjoy the art of perfecting the Special Treat’s torment for the rest of the prep time, get first taste, and then share it with my tenants. Though part of me is feeling almost petty enough to just box the Special Treat up with me and head out on holiday out of spite at this point. 

"Wagyu Beef" ugh you're SO pretentious. "All my food has to come from England now, boo hoo it all has to be properly ~~seasoned~~" meanwhile just tossing us the barest scraps

Don't let this guy fool you playing "oh poor me" just because he's on another of his stupid fad diets. He is the biggest teaboo I swear. AND he tries to make us help him practice his sentences for his big vacation WHICH I may add we are NOT invited on!

Oh yeah, he told us not to look at the Special Treat. That part's true. It's so true that we haven't been allowed out of our part of the house for two weeks! Well guess what genius - we didn't know what the Special Treat looked like! Wow, another one of your brilliant plans perfectly effected.

"I was always going to share" oh really? Were you? Because it sounded to me like backtracking once we caught you. "Oh don't worry babe you can have my leftovers after I leave the country." HOW EXTREMELY GENEROUS OF YOU.

But you know what? You're right, you're right. ITA for assuming you would do something nice for us for a change.

ETA: you know he hasn't even changed the draperies in here, like, ever? Everything's moth eaten and we don't even have curtains. But when he's got visitors suddenly it's the best of everything. He's been feeding that guy every day and we don't even get a nibble? And it's like this for everything. I hope he gets hit by one of those fancy English trains he's obsessed with

First, excuse the hell out of me for hitting on a hobby other than ‘ooh hoo hoo, I do nothing but eat and complain through the centuries!’ 

Second, you’re not idiots. Do you really expect me to believe that you couldn’t connect the dots between ‘Hey, stay away from the Special Treat’ and ‘Oh hey, look at this Special Treat-looking morsel! That was very clearly not hand-delivered to us like all our other groceries! Guess it’s completely unrelated and we shouldn’t wait to find out more before pouncing on it!’?

Third, WE HAVE BEEN SHARING THIS BUILDING FOR HALF A MILLENNIUM. I HAVE BEEN TAKING CARE OF THE PARTS USED BY MYSELF AND/OR MY GUESTS/FUTURE MEALS THE ENTIRE TIME. ME. BY MYSELF. ONE GUY. Oh no, your rooms are looking dowdy and moth-eaten? Oh dear. Whyever could that be? It’s almost like the people who use them, exclusively, haven’t been doing shit to join in on the upkeep. You would think four (4) supernaturally endowed people un-living in the same castle could keep the whole thing looking nice through basic effort. You’d think! But no, apparently! It’s all down to one guy because the rest can’t be bothered!

Fourth, oh, I haven’t done anything nice for you for a change? Nothing?? Let me get out my little glass harmonica so I can play a sad song as grating as you sound. What part of You Get to Share the Special Treat (who could have been all just for me whether you saw him or not!) did you not hear? All I want--after starving myself, after preparing him to be something Special for Us--is the courtesy of getting the first draught from the finished product. That’s it. That is literally it. 

You three are the type of people who’d complain about a winemaker getting the first glass from his barrel. ffs

Fifth, and I can’t believe this needs repeating: You are complaining about ‘getting scraps’ (read: fresh local goods, like clockwork) when I have had. Literally. Nothing. For so long I can’t even say if it’s been months or years. Maybe act your age and grow some patience when it comes to appreciating (someone else’s) cuisine for once. 

But hey, it’ll all be moot in a month, won’t it? The whole greedy gaggle of you will get him once I’m done--IF I’m feeling forgiving, which is very much up in the air now--and I’ll be heading out to England, and then you’ll be free to let the rest of the castle fall to shambles and glut yourself on the neighbors to your hearts’ content. 

Try not to pick the Carpathians dry. 

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Hi. Um. Special Treat [21 M] speaking. 

Can someone please send the authorities and a locksmith to Castle Dra

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