gingerlicious

the ages in dune are all fucked. they’re fucked. “the spice extends life” prove it. the books don’t even touch on this until what, miles teg? Stilgar should be like 200 years old. the baron is a spry octogenarian why tf is he grooming an heir. how is 15 the age of majority.

“the spice extends life” who cares. y’all just get die early of poisoning anyway.

think how funny it would be and how much pathos it would add to the kanly if the baron were like 300 years old and had killed like nine generations of Atreides except for the one that got got by a bull. like whack-a-mole. and this is normal.

Bloopers are movie aftercare and it’s fucked up that we got rid of them

the sewing machine is like if a horse and an inkjet printer had a child

One time when my dad was in the hospital they were testing his orientation to time and place and said "Okay and what year is it?" and he said "1995" (he had dementia). And the doctor and I unconsciously exchanged a Look because it was in fact uhhh 2024 😐 and dad saw that and so when the next doctor did the test a few hours later he said "uhhhh...nineteen...nintetyyyy.......seven...???" and I was like okay, well, that IS closer, you do have to give him that

#he still knew immediately who I was which was deeply funny to me bc I was 7-8 years old in 1997 #"yes that is my daughter who was apparently born in her 20s"

You know what would make a GREAT plot twist? Fidelity.

And yes I mean in the context of romantic relationships, but not only in the context of romantic relationships. Or did AND ROHAN WILL ANSWER mean nothing to you?

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.

something totally normal to have memorized off the top of your head, baby girl

Everyone reblog this. Mandatory.

Welp if it’s mandatory then sure

They say that sudden, intense cravings for very specific foods are usually a sign of a vitamin deficiency. If so, that I'm presently making myself french toast, scrambled eggs, and a bacon and cheese sandwich at 11:45 PM must mean the vitamin I'm missing is grease.

I cross-posted this to Bluesky and got followed by a bunch of folks with blog headers clarifying which exact flavour of Christianity they adhere to because they thought I was making a hashtag-relatable post about cheating on your diet. Now we get find out how many of them are also comfortable with posts about werewolf cock.