Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.

Mal ,'Bushwhacked'


Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Matt the Bruins fan - Jun 29, 2013 8:38:32 am PDT #27595 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

Happy Belated Birthday, David!

I bought some cucumbers for my parents and $14 worth of tomatoes from three vendors at the farmer's market this a.m. Alas, they were all out of (what is commonly thought to be) fruit. But I finally made the drive to the county line to get some of the region's best BBQ, and had nummy dry ribs for lunch today. Though it was really more like eating pulled pork with a few rib bones mixed in - they took "fall off the bone" a little too literally, and I had to eat them with a fork.

Later this afternoon it's celebrating best friend's birthday by going out to the movies with him.


erikaj - Jun 29, 2013 9:43:46 am PDT #27596 of 30001
Always Anti-fascist!

I think someone here explained "top" and "bottom" to me with Bert and Ernie as examples. I think the cover's cute. Msbelle, yeah, I agree. Perry needs to face a real mob. Maybe with pitchforks. Loved the sneaker comments!


Jesse - Jun 29, 2013 10:19:47 am PDT #27597 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I went to buy a bottle of wine, and the year you have to be born later than? 1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO. What the fuck.


Jesse - Jun 29, 2013 10:21:23 am PDT #27598 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Also, I totally followed a couple several blocks because I thought they were my parents. But they were not. I was a couple of blocks behind them, so it's not like they could tell I was following them.


-t - Jun 29, 2013 10:28:35 am PDT #27599 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO. What the fuck.

The math checks out, but that can't be right.

There is no such thing as taking "falling off the bone" too literally for me. Nom nom nom.

Mmm, peach crisp. Also nom nom nom.

I got my errands run while it was still under 90 out, so I am free to stay and melt in the privacy of my own home/yard the rest of the day. I really miss being in the mountains and having a creek full of ice melt to wade in right now.


Cass - Jun 29, 2013 10:29:19 am PDT #27600 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

I went to buy a bottle of wine, and the year you have to be born later than? 1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO. What the fuck.

Whereas that is the year I could legally buy a bottle of wine. Which makes getting carded on Thursday kinda ridiculous.


§ ita § - Jun 29, 2013 10:33:24 am PDT #27601 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I just saw a posting of the Budweiser "Wassup" ad [link] to which someone replied with the 2008 8 years later election version [link] , which means--half of tumblr may not really know that annoying (yet infectious) "wasssssaaaaaaaaaaaap" noise.


Jesse - Jun 29, 2013 10:36:20 am PDT #27602 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Which makes getting carded on Thursday kinda ridiculous.

I was also getting carded, which is also ridiculous, but I do understand having a uniform policy.


Laura - Jun 29, 2013 10:44:05 am PDT #27603 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO.

Yeah, my firstborn was born in 92. Then again, he is 21 going on 13.


Kat - Jun 29, 2013 10:47:00 am PDT #27604 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

I got carded at Bevmo yesterday. I am old enough to be the cashier's mother! It's sort of ridiulous.