I knew you were tribble with you walked in.
so shame on me now
warped me to places no man has been
and you beamed me down
now kirk’s lying on the cold hard ground
Tribble. Tribble. Tribble.
This is the greatest thing I’ve seen all day
“during battle, she may also give herself some health tips.”
new favorite character
Sometimes you want Benedict Cumberbatch talking about how he’s going to walk over people’s cold corpses and sometimes you want to hear him talking about confusing polar bears with an egg whisk and hopping away on a pogo stick and I’m happy we live in a world with both
I like to imagine that, when I read something in parentheses, it’s like the book is whispering to me. It’s like: “Psst. Hey, by the way, ‘Queen Elizabeth.’”
see, in spanish the word for “genre” and the word for “gender” is the same: “género”. if you live in mexico and someone asks you what gender you are, you can be whatever i’m comfortable with. i’m a boy, or a girl. i’m a crime noir with a bit of spicy romance. i’m post-punk electronic music. i have trascended human perceptions of gender and am now a being of pure art
the best moment in literary history is by far the time in the odyssey when odysseus and his bros stab polyphemus the cyclops in his eye but he thinks odysseus’ name is “no one” so he thrashes about the cave screaming “NO ONE BLINDED ME!!!” and the other cyclopes are like “oh my god polyphemus SHUT UP”