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Cory Booker fasted and stood all day and all night and spoke till his voice nearly gave out for his constituents. And Republicans can't even show up to town halls. The contrast could not be starker. Let Senator Booker be an inspiration to us all. "The power of the people is greater than the people in power."
Alien (1979)
Buffy and Fake the Snake.
me when i’m being very normal alone in my room <3
ethics of making AI images aside, I do find a bit amusing the kinds of sob stories and mental gymnastics people make up to pretend like drawing is this super technical skill with an impossibly high barrier of entry when its like one of the first hobbies toddlers pick up
suddenly a lot of people think they got the next Lord of the Rings in their head but they were never able to turn their stories into anything tangible because the evil elitist artists are hogging all the talent and skill and they need a bajilion years of training or something as if one of the most popular manga and anime of the past decade wasn't made by a guy that draws like this
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when jkr dies i will tag every single person who reblogged this in a post btw
I think my favorite part about these post empire Star wars shows is the fact that there are these crises going on, and it's just funny to think about how han, luke, and leia, are all just.... living their lives.
Like, there are rumors of a planet that has billions of Old Republic credits, and just? They aren't involved? Like what are they doing? It just makes me laugh a little bit.
Also the random name drops make me laugh too.
YEAH LOL i think the ahsoka show would've been seriously improved if it had a scene of ahsoka gaslighting luke into not doing anything to help (bc she'd rather play pretend w sabine instead of accepting her trauma and hanging out with a skywalker)
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THE FENG SHUI OF THIS WEBSITE IS FUCKED
for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits
no one wants to hear it but you could replace all posts about the intimacy of piloting a mech with "I'm touch starved" and it'd be more honest
thge fucking. eroticism of pushing a shopping cart >>>>
power. grace. ample storage capacity. you’re coasting through an aisle, both feet on the back of the cart, inching closer and closer to destroying fifteen hundred dollars worth of marinara sauce as the cart veers inevitably to the right. you feel the cart shake in your grasp, human ingenuity and a few millimeters of metal the only things keeping your groceries from falling to the floor. you’re learning to adjust for the broken wheel, growing around it like a weed, forming new muscle memories for every new trip to the store. it was broken when you got it, and you never learned on what errand it was damaged, but you don’t care. you’re caught up in the thrill of shopping, knowing that this is where you’re meant to be: in this store, holding this cart, right before rush hour traffic. the cart knows you. it was made for you. sometimes you think that it sings to you. you’ve never felt this alive before: the past pales in comparison to the now. who you were before you took up the cart seems small and unimportant. you’re not just another customer, no mere body of flesh and blood, no, you’re an impassable roadblock in aisle seven, and two more carts are trying to get through while you fish through your bag for your shopping list. they’ll just have to wait. you’re cooking pasta tonight
