trying to get a glimpse

"no you can't control the computer because uh that would be user unfriendly" <- shit they expect us to believe

"The user doesn't know what they are doing, but luckily we are smart and can make all the decisions for them" <- voice of an operating system that kills its own firewall for no reason and doesn't tell anyone for months until you ask it where the firewall is

the thing about the kripke era is that from s6 onwards the guns stop needing to be cleaned, and there’s always ammo and salt rounds, and joints don’t need to be popped back into place after fights, and when someone walks into a room the people there weren’t busy doing anything else unless that’s the point of the scene, and interactions with one-off characters no longer require those little thankyous and hellos and byes and excusemes that are barely noticeable because those interactions are just transactions to move the plot along, and driving around the country hardly ever involves small bits of logistics like buying gas or charging backup phones or something needing to be replaced, because the world keeps getting bigger and bigger but it’s their world, just scenery for the ones that matter to move around in, and unless showing the small details of everyday life serves a specific point, they’re no longer things that simply happen, casually a part of the day-to-day

all yall make jokes about couples and their nonromantic third wheel having fun together, but im the one getting treated to food tonight by the couple im nonromantically third wheeling. you wish you were me

I'm sorry I read this as "necromantic third wheel" and went on a very rapid powerful imagination adventure. hello lovebirds I'm the skeleton here for breadsticks

this is a highly controversial opinion, I have no doubt King Arthur was bisexual but I think he was one of the few people in Camelot not interested in fucking Lancelot. he wanted to retain him as an employee but it did not cross his mind that Lancelot was fucking his wife because Lancelot is such a weird little twerp that he did not perceive him as a sexual being. my interpretation.

This is one of my husband’s favorite short stories. He quotes it from memory. I’m pretty sure he can recite the entire thing from memory.

This is a tremendously impactful short story and every time I see it, it serves as an excellent reboot button for my state of mind.