my thesis statement will of course always be that the angels + demons in good omens are aspec (and nonbinary) but crowley specifically was so aromantic this season. man who goes "oh, romance? yeah, i know how that works. practically an expert. i've picked up so much from the way that people talk about it and represent it in media. i know all the perfect steps to execute romance. it has nothing to do with personhood and feelings; there's a certain list of requirements, certain steps that you take, certain subjective prerequisites to be fulfilled, and then you'll have romance. easy. simple." when he has no idea how romance actually works because it's never been something that was accessible or valuable to him. the general conventions for love seem so simple from the outside when you pick up an idea of it through cultural osmosis but not any real experience or investment in the idea. maggie and nina come in to tell him that he can't be messing with people's love lives because it's serious and personal but how should he know? when you're outside of it and don't even realize that you're outside of it, romance is just a thing that happens. and it seems so simple...
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Crack TMAGP theory time: my CS professor offhandedly mentioned that Windows NT, aka the os the OIAR is running, was known for being rife with memory leaks. It had to be rebooted constantly and overall was just a nightmare to deal with.
Now, hear me out, what if that’s how the JMJ gang are trapped. Memory leaks are basically when memory is incorrectly allocated, causing pieces of data that should be destroyed and freed up for other things, to not do that. Or in other words, they create unreachable, unusable, data, trapping it to never be released, only to take up space.
This would require Rusty Quill to understand basic computer science and specifically the problems that plagued Windows NT, which based on their knowledge of archives in their archive show (so many staplers…) I do not believe for a second they have. But just imagine if it was! The absolute horror of it all! Being trapped by a poorly designed machine that cannot get rid of you, only creating more and more garbage data until eventually, it destroys itself and you along with it. This is my new headcanon and nobody can take it away from me.
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I’m sorry your story got cancelled that SUCKS. Is there any way you will be able to share it otherwise?
yeah so basically they're refusing to air it because it was too controversial and dangerous, but my producer told me that to story was so well done and was so perfect that he told me i should submit it into video and journalism competitions that my local community does. like, he said it was PERFECT- he showed it to every single producer up the food chain and they said it was fantastic, but just too "controversial", so they refused to air it. they didn't like that i didn't have the perspective of "the other side", they didn't like that i wore arabic on my shirt, they didn't like that the protesters were using posters that condemned zionism, so they just told me it's not airing. despite that, it was genuinely so perfect that my producer told me i HAVE to put it on my portfolio and submit it to different events and competitions to make it get recognized. so i guess i'll be doing that instead. it's just not airing for my studio.
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Hugo update pls ms.sergle?
I added two new tricks to his roster!! now he knows how to jump on command, and he can do that figure-8 weave thing around my legs. sometimes I forget he's just a year and change old bc he's just such a Young Man now and he can make himself look so, so.... old... look at how ugly he looks in this pic 🧡
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I'm walking. Fast. The world is tilted. There's green peaking up from flat gray. Short, stubby moss. Like an ooze. Like the sidewalk is compressing it sideways. Persistent even in a concrete jungle. This little thing. This tiny thing. Reaching up toward the sun from under trampling feet. Toward a distant star. And I'm walking, but I'm light through a prism. Splitting seven different directions. A billion and a billion and a billion years brought this tiny crumpled organism to the crushing weight of my foot. And I want to scream and I want to run and I want to cry. Because it's beautiful and I'm worried I'm the only one who sees it. I'm worried it'll burn through me. I'm worried that when I walk this path for my hundred thousandth time, I won't see it like I did this first time. That my world will fall to ash again and I won't see the moss growing up between the seams in the sidewalk.
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For all the ABBA fans, I would like to officially announce that I'm in my Take A Chance On Me era
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