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"You're glorifying a fictional murderer!" NO I'M NOT!!!!!!I'm sexualizing him.

That Pizza Hut among other things is why Egyptologists laugh their asses off when we see another piece of media where the protagonists get "lost in the desert near the pyramids", because it's like... just turn around my dudes you're only a seven min walk away from the nearest fastfood shop

Yall don't know how much I adore all of this

doing a pattern you don't actually trust a lot because you can't picture how it'll come together under any sane circumstance when it tells you to carry out another insane instruction is so nerve wracking. It holds the suspense of a thriller in every stitch. And then when you see it all starting to make sense you're like "you buffoon. you fool. you doubted the Pattern"

i learned a while ago that the whole "most of the stars we see in the sky are actually already dead because they're so far away that we're seeing them as they were thousands of years ago" thing is a myth because stars live so long that it's unlikely many, if any, of them have burned out yet, but i'm still glad that myth exists because there's just something about the thought of the sky as a graveyard of stars that gets to me

gods greatest punishment was putting 1 trillion cool rocks on earth and no one with eyes big enough to see them all

*gets scared and throws one of my cool rocks at your fourhead*