acting captain’s log, stardate unknown. commander reno unleashed a vulgarism upon the bridge today that i shall not repeat. while i and the crew appreciate her remarkable engineering proficiency, the damage she has done to all of our psyches may be irreparable
We are out of time. That last light will change, this torpedo will blow, and everyone on the bridge, maybe everyone on this ship, will die.
Wouldn’t it make sense to put levers for the blast shield on *both* sides of the door? And surely there must be someone who isn’t a high-ranking command officer to work on diffusing the bomb.
Reading Arthur C. Clarke and Ursula K. Le Guin has completely destroyed my confidence in my writing ability.
I should only read bad authors
from now on.
I’m terrible. Read my things
tbh read philip k. dick who was frequently an absolutely DREADFUL writer who had brilliant ideas.
That…is a fair point.
“Interestingly enough, the gods of the Disc have never bothered much about judging the souls of the dead, and so people only go to hell if that’s where they believe, in their deepest heart, they deserve to go. Which they won’t do if they don’t know about it. This explains why it is important to shoot missionaries on sight.”
— Terry Pratchett, Eric (via july-19th-club)
I read Hamlet back in high school and to this day my absolute favorite thing about it was when Guildenstern was trying to fool Hamlet into doing something or other and Hamlet’s savvy to it but rather than saying “you’re lying and trying to trick me” instead Hamlet outta nowhere whips out this flute and tells Guildenstern to play it.
And Guildenstern is all “I dont know how to play a flute, my lord”
And Hamlet takes a dramatic pause before he absolutely ruins Guildenstern with, “Well thats funny considering you thought you could play me”
I’m not sure what sin this technically falls under but I’m thinking about angels and angels and people and I just !!!
Like, when faced with a extraordinary distant God who’s beyond comprehension and rarely interacts with humanity, we were like, ‘hey these angels are pretty cool and they can hang out with us’.
Like, deciding that everyone has a specific guardian angel that protects us, intercedes on our behalf, who loves us, is just so human of us. God’s too cold and ineffable? Try Friendship With Angels™.
And then scholars and writers kept humanizing them even more and people loved them more.
To the extent that organized religion has to keep being like ‘hey knock that off, we’re only supposed to worship God and also you’re only allowed to talk about the three angels actually named in the Bible’
Idk where I’m going with this just that people are such social creatures that we pretty much pointed at the inhuman powerful angels in the Bible with multiple wings and eyes and were like ‘they are friend-shaped’
the difference between crowley and aziraphale is that crowley would jump in front of a bullet for aziraphale whereas aziraphale would literally kill anyone who dared to point a gun at crowley
crowley: i would die for you
aziraphale: shut the fuck up that’s not happening
Spiritually this is true but textually when somebody pointed a gun at Crowley Aziraphale turned it into a water pistol and was embarrassed about it. Then he got pied in the face.
The lesson here is that Aziraphale and Crowley are way too huge a pair of losers to do anything as cool and dramatic as kill or die for each other.
rhyddids
im currently reading Good Omens because the fandom convinced me and I want to be like Crowley but I’m actually Aziraphale 100%



