the original series of star trek is absolutely my favorite thing bc every episode is like:
-kirk manhandles a penis shaped rock prop for a very long time
-spock dances flamenco
-sulu fences down the hallway shirtless
-episode plot is kirk v massive sentient lump
-kirk tries to explain spock’s ears as a childhood accident where he got his head caught in a mechanical rice picker
-on an unrelated note, spock starts wearing a beanie
-redshirts get turned into like. cubes of salt
-uhura defeats a giant green hand by hotwiring the entire comms console
-spock and kirk hold hands
-scotty stops chekov from starting a bar fight with klingons only to immediately start one himself bc the love of his life (the enterprise) gets insulted
-mccoy’s fantasies involve meeting characters from alice in wonderland, including a giant anthropomorphic rabbit
-spock’s alien sex drive episode
-kirk gets bodyswapped
-gladiator fight episode (1)
-gladiator fight episode (2)
-gladiator fight episode (3)
AND YET, every episode is ALSO like:
-war cannot be reduced to numbers from an outside perspective, because that makes it easier to stomach without change; the horror that is war must be acknowledged in order to make room for peace
-more types of life can be extant than we can conceive, and just because they are different forms of life doesn’t make them incapable of prospering
-love cannot be programmed or controlled, and discriminatory hatred is a tool only for death and pain
-cultures that are different than our own are valuable and can be vibrantly rich with history, and judging them before we try to understand and empathize is not only reductive but contemptible
-happiness is something that we have to allow ourselves, and actively seek out, because it can’t come to us without work and acknowledgement of our own state of being
-genocide can never be justified, and certainly not even to supposedly save the people that are more “valuable” by any given metric over those who are not, because all lives have worth
anyway the balance of absurdity and meaningfulness gives me life, and we haven’t even gotten started on the whale movie lmao
there should be an alternative to marriage where you just ritualistically vow to have an on-again-off-again relationship for as long as you two shall live
ok sure whatever hades and persephone have going on
hello my foul little beasties, i am taking a (hopefully brief) hiatus to deal with some health & personal issues. in the meantime here are some terrible awful no good wholesome fun facts i’ve been meaning to share:
bone china is called bone china bc yes it contains bones!
sometimes massive fields of ice eggs wash up on beaches. literally just ice shaped like eggs. that is a thing that sometimes happens and i derive joy from this peculiar world
*a shriveled claw extends from the barren soil* hello my wretched lovelies, i have once again tunneled my way out of containment! i am returned to you like a long lost lover…like a faithful and persistent fungal infection. you’re welcome!
i am delighted to report (in no particular order) that i doNOT have cancer, i have finally gone no contact with my transphobic parents, I am receiving a Good Grade in Therapy (from my nice new therapist), and steady progress has been made on the Big Shiny Mystery Project i will be shoving down your throats circa 2024.
and now let’s ease back into our regularly scheduled shitposting with some more super wholesome fun facts!
the collective nouns for clowns include “trunkload”
and whilst we’re on the subject of dedicated parents: adult wasps can’t eat the food they feed their larvae…because their waists are too small to digest solids
last and also least: picture a kangaroo in your head.
(go on, picture it. 3D rotate it in your mind. the kangaroo is a Shrinky Dink, a perfect stationary image melting in the centrifugal microwave of your mind’s eye…)
Ok apparently some people don’t read into the demolition lovers story this way but I always thought that the devil did hold up his end of the bargain, just in a really twisted way. Because the deal was that if he killed 1000 evil men he’d be reunited with the woman, but he never specified that she’d be brought back to life. So like when he kills himself he’s the 1000th evil soul but also he and the woman are both dead now so they’re reunited in the afterlife. He gets his wish and the devil gets the last laugh the house always wins etc
If the background actors don’t come in for work because they exist virtually then the background costume and background hair and make up and their catering and transport and all the other departments that look after them get cut too. These things have knock on effects…
Erica probably has the healthiest coping of the 3 though. Chapel just keeps it all inside and M’Benga does a little recreational murder. Gotta vent that stuff out babes.
