Starting A A Series Where I Post Things My Wife Says In Their Sleep. Part 1

supernatural is a lot more fun when you like both of the brothers like it's the toxic brothers show if you don't like one of the brothers you might as well not watch the toxic brothers show at all

Arthur Lester

Crop top that says "i love biting" paired with booty shorts that say "i love biting" paired with a baseball cap that says "i love biting" paired with long socks that each say "i love biting" paired with some flip flops

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i think the best part of the silt verses finale is how carpenter chose to keep living, but that doesn't matter, because a soldier decided that she didn't deserve too. and when carpenter gets suddenly, shockingly, shot-dead after the most gut-wrenching and defining moments of her life, it suddenly re-contextualizes the whole show. we know, of course, that the show does not revolve around the protagonists, although we see how much of their conflict ended up kick-starting nationwide events. but here. it really zooms out. that we're not watching a story about the people who won, or are remembered, or made any sort of long-lasting, impactful difference. we are zooming into the life of one statistic, one civilian death, among tens of thousands. it shows. how many people in this universe will never be remembered. never got to tell their story. were erased and forgotten like they had never existed at all. how it happened to the great sister carpenter-- a serial killer, beloved friend, woman feared so greatly within niche outlawed communities-- reduced to nothing but another number. because enemies of the imperial don’t get to choose to live, because the oppressed peoples of the lower class— whose murder by the military are the very things keeping the upper class in power— don’t get to choose to live. because while they shook the capitalistic and imperialistic system of the silt verses slightly, just slightly-- it's still in place, and people like carpenter, are fundamentally hated and shunned by it. and we realize that we’re lucky to have heard her story at all.

I was a HUGE reader as a kid, like one of those gifted kids that read multiple grade levels above my own, won a couple of competition with AR points kind of kids. As an adult life drained that from me and i stopped reading. I always had excuses, and when i did try to read it would take me more than a year to finish a chapter book with more than 200 pages. I couldn't get interested in any books and none of them made me feel awe inspired like i did as a kid.

Then one of my friends suggested re-reading a book from my childhood. Something familiar and nostalgic. So i went to the book store and i took home the Graveyard book.

It felt just like it did when i was 8 or 9 right after it came out, there was always a waitlist to borrow it from our schools library and i would put myself back on it everytime i returned it.

Since then I've read 3 books in less than 6 months. i just wanted to say thank you for giving me and many others whole worlds to escape to, as children and as adults.

Much love - me and my mom who have bonded over your stories

That's wonderful.

if you can’t handle me when I’m covered in my own blood then you don’t deserve me when I’m covered in someone else’s blood 💅💅💅💅🫃💅💯💯💯💯

BTW today I met a person who's at least 50, uses they/it pronouns, and named themself Wyvern. It looks like if Santa was a biker and it plays D&D at the local library. Just a reminder that you can do whatever you want, forever.