When The Just Some Guy Version Of Waymond Wang Said, “you Tell Me That It’s A Cruel World, And We’re

I can't believe I'm into Hatecrimes MD now but Jim 'I spend my entire life trying to be as nice and unoffensive as possible' Wilson and Greg 'I go out of my way to be a rude selfish asshole that ignores all social niceties' House have one of the best dynamics I have ever seen in television. Both of them are mortally allergic to opening up about anything ever. House makes this obvious within two minutes of being forced to speak to you, but Wilson will be your husband for years without you ever knowing he has a brother. They drug each other. They're best friends. They're the longest lasting, most important, and most unhealthy relationship in each other's lives. They both constantly trample over any sort of personal boundaries - Wilson because he's obsessed with fixing people, House because he's obsessed with solving puzzles. Wilson makes House to go to his father's funeral so House gets him arrested. They met when House decided to bail a random stranger out of jail because he was bored. They're both in desperate need of therapy but one of them doesn't believe in therapy and the other has deluded himself into believing he's perfectly well adjusted. They live together. 'Genius asshole who has something wrong with him' x 'utterly average guy who has something deeply wrong with him'. 'I can make him worse' x 'I can fix him (consistently fails to fix him)'. Self-absorbed and refuses to comply to the expectations of those around him in any way x selfless to a fault and defines himself by everyone around him. They like monster trucks.

though i guess you can’t really ‘discover’ one of the biggest names of science fiction, this is specifically about isaac asimov

sigh

sigh

How does this keep happening to me

really feels like I’m squandering my username by not posting any Disco Elysium

me and the bad bitch i pulled by being boring

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?