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may your 2022 be vampiric and homoerotic

I always have to start the New Years with this picture.

i say this like once a month but modern artemis would absolutely be a country butch lesbian wearing aviator shades and a messy ponytail and a camo jacket and hunting boots, she’s in a bigass silver truck with a deer skull mounted on the front, she’s got her gold shotgun next to her and there’s like 10 girls in the back of the truck with beers and she’s doing donuts in the bass pro shops parking lot blasting like dixie chicks

love the phrase 'methinks'. me does think. thinketh me do.

That one post that’s like “The line The Devil Went Down to Georgia implies that Georgia is lower than Hell” is so funny. ‘Down’ means further south in southern dialects, such as “I was down in Louisiana” so the implication was actually that Hell is located north of Georgia.

Hell is, of course, located in Michigan so the song makes total grammatical since.

imagine being darth vader waiting LITERALLY twenty years to kill obi wan kenobi. revenge is one of the few things keeping you going. your time finally comes when your old master boards the death star. and instead of putting up a proper fight he lets you strike him down and has the audacity to disappear into thin air leaving only his fucking robes! how utterly unsatisfying. obi wan knew what he was doing. that lil smirk said it all. he asked himself, am I the drama? why yes! and poofed out of existence

Such tasty existential crisis

childhood emotion of wanting a dragon that is your friend so bad that it feels like there is a vacuum in your soul that only a dragon who is your friend can fill

childhood emotion of waking up from a dream where you can fly and experiencing an ache in your soul bc you have had a taste of the impossible and know your mortal body traps you on the earth and feel like you’ve lost something