Inter Sacrum Saxumque Stare

having a hometown is such a fucked up concept. i grew up here so i do not want to stay here anymore. i miss it when i am away but once i am back i realise why i wanted to go away as far as possible from it. i am familiar with every corner of this place i did not realise when it slowly changed into something unrecognisable. i would probably like to be buried here but i'd rather die than live here

these #shane posts are high in protein.

Are you a badass enough of a motherfucker to give me a hug

basketball dracula isn't real dude he can't-- *sudden squeaking noises from the shadows*

*two pool toys having sex tumble by in the wind* oh thank god

*thunderous slam dunk noise*

the worf paradox is often pointed to as an example of dissonance between what the narrative tells us (worf is an extremely competent fighter) and what the narrative actually shows us (worf is constantly getting his ass kicked), since in theory worf getting his ass kicked is a means of showing us how tough the baddies of the week are but in practice it mostly just makes it seem like worf is not actually that great at fighting. however in the light of recent discussion around the historical shortcomings of “warrior culture” and the ways it inevitably gets its ass beat by a bunch of nerds who don’t give that much of a shit about fighting but do know how to manage a supply chain i propose a new theory: klingons are the spartans of the trek universe

what if it was called magic the slathering and it was about lotions and ointments