We’re going to see the very first image of a black hole on Wednesday. Like the literal event horizon of what is presumably among the strongest friggin celestial phenomenon to ever exist. Humans. Are going. To witness this.
So in my capacity as a theatre reviewer, I was just asked to take part in a charity fundraiser where contestants attempt to cold read from Shakespeare’s First Folio and have to drink every time they make a mistake. This could be awesome, or exceptionally embarrassing. Should I?
At least it’s not in the original Klingon.
Friendly reminder: when people say ‘as long as you tried your best’ it doesn’t mean ‘the best you could possibly have done ever’ it means ‘the best you were capable of at the time.’ Sometimes ‘trying your best’ is just getting out of bed in the morning. Just because you weren’t working yourself to the bone doesn’t mean you weren’t trying your best.
me every year
winter: *kills all the flowers and the leaves*
me: i guess this is just the way it is forever now :/
spring: hey bonch
me:

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There isn’t much to Rachel, Nevada (population: 54), the town closest to the secretive Area 51 military base. Not even a gas station. And there’s very little else to see along the Extraterrestrial Highway until you arrive here, so the lights of the Little A’Le’Inn are all that illuminate this desolate stretch of Nevada outback.
Area 51 itself is difficult to find, as it’s not listed on maps, and the faint roads leading to its encircling barrier fences are rough and muddy. A traveler can only hope to spot something unexplained in the sky, but all we saw that day were thunderclouds carrying in a heavy rainstorm.
So I keep reading almost every A/C-marked fics and sometimes they have that nice little emphasis on how Crowley and “flash bastard” (man who he pretend to be) are different people.

