zaftique
Zaftique
zaftique

I did not realize my life was missing this crucial piece until now.

I really feel we should bring back the trivium in middle school. Heck, elementary school. One of my fondest memories of my dad is him teaching me not what to think, but how to think.

Entirely understandable. I 100% get that this is basic human logic, but having simple, concrete talking points that explicate the precise problems with “but but but what about” is useful, and for that specifically I thank you.

Thank you for your thorough and well thought out reply. I’m going to hold this up the next time I hear someone go off all “but but but what about...”

If it must be 20's, have a Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries theme wedding!  There’s all the glamor you’ll ever need!! ;) (Maybe the cake can bleed when you cut it, bwahahahaa....)

I work out for the sole purpose of getting to eat what I want. ;D Getting that summer bikini body? Pfft. I wanna get that smoked salmon tartine in mah belleh.

It reminds me of going to Ghent. Hopping off the tram at the Korenmarkt and seeing Sint-Niklaaskerk for the first time, I just started crying from sadness; how could the same people who built such a glorious church have been so persistently cruel through the centuries? Burnings, hangings, preying on superstitions of

The opposite problem is when folks like Cynthia Nixon are married to a guy and have kids with him, then marry a gal and have kids with her, welp, she’s a lesbian now! x_x

ok, I officially need a new keyboard, monitor, and breakfast after I laughed so hard at this I whurfed up pancakes. XD

Very cool, thanks!

since they never take their seats because of the oath to the queen

“Sit down, Benny!” *chairsmash*

I was called thunder thighs in school, and frankly, I loved it. I biked everywhere, so it looked like I was smuggling watermelons under my skirt. I could bike for 6 hours straight. Damn right I had thunder thighs - when I walked, the ground shook like a goddess was coming through.

Christ I hate Endermen. Their VOOP sound (with vague staticky screaming) is CONSTANTLY freaking me out. It’s to the point where I had to find a specific mod to just remove them from the game. Give me nothing but Creepers, and I’m ok. Single Enderman, and I’m a shrieker.

I wish he would bless my beautiful hide... (I mean, I’d serve up a roundhouse kick to the nuts if he tried kidnapping me, but I’d feel at least 20% bad about it.)

I guess that’s why this doesn’t bug me. His car analogy works - when you have a vintage car, you want the outside to look as nice as possible, right? Same with a cartridge. Art and coins just sit there, they don’t do anything, so keeping them as pristinely ‘of the time’ as possible makes sense.

That looks amazing! I have waist-length hair, and while it’s thick and full on the back half of my head, I have the hairline of a Tudor (it very nearly starts at the top of my head, always has, sigh), and (THANKS DAD’S GENETICS), I’ve become vexingly thin on top. I should see if they make lady toupees. :P

O ho, that’s the secret twist. Everything I make for the [house? van? camp? group in general?] is so good, they don’t want to boot me til the last minute so they can keep noshing on the goodness. But I’m otherwise so inoffensive that they have to manufacture immense amounts of drama, so me yelling at a fallen soufflé

I desperately want to get on reality TV just so during the initial meetup I can be all, “I’M NOT HERE TO MAKE—oh who am I kidding, I am totally here to make friends! omg, I’m so excited for everyone, this is going to be great! yay! Go us!” ;D . And clock how fast I get booted, lol.

“Too pure to be tested by pH strips” - i.e. yet again, it’s just tap water.