No shit.
No shit.
The land where freedom said “fuck it”.
Yeah, WTF?!
By the costumes, I’d say Gwar.
Best I can offer is $90 for a single jock strap.
Betty wHGHt?
I’m guessing he needs the money these days.
bruh…
Having spent my early life as a hunter, I can only say that when I was in the woods alone, my imagination would turn to shit like this unprovoked. It took a long time and training to keep my brain from freaking me out.
Meth lab oompa loompa is the best new meme I’ve seen in a long, long while.
We prefer you call him The Great Pumpkin, thank you.
He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slur! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slur that day, I can tell you!
50’s have been fantastic so far. The 40’s numbness gave way to less fucks given somewhere along the way.
Thank you!
I’m a pretty pragmatic at heart, so I feel silly sometimes when realizing that I used fictional characters for inspiration to build myself up. I don’t aspire to be the hero of anything, but do want to be someone that is worthy of respect.
It’s almost embarrassing to admit, but TNG was a factor for me in finding emotional maturity.
I was a happy, naive child that was lucky to get to 8 before everything sorta fell apart. Parents divorced, sexual abuse from within the extended family by different people, having to toughen up at school due to the emotional issues starting to crop up, abandoned by a parent because of their addiction, and even the social pressure during the satanic panic (this was obviously the 80’s).
Somehow, I did manage to keep some of the happy-go-lucky and naivete, but otherwise I had a rough time reigning in my temper and sometimes would break into tears from being overwhelmed (alone, obviously, because I had to be manly).
When I got into watching TNG, I really admired Picard as a character template, and worked on some of my own self perceived character flaws, and why I acted the way I did. Essentially, looking for the causes and not the symptoms. It was the start of a growth that continues still. His morality and introspection as an archetype gave me hope.
A therapist surely would’ve been a better way to go about it, but those weren’t really much of an option for us back then.
I’m a “what’s around the next turn” kind of guy, so I’m with ya. With all he’s seen, he still found excitement when faced with the unexplored. His curiosity overpowers his fear.
Some may say that’s out of character to not have a short monologue or soliloquy of sorts to extol his final thoughts, but I’ve always thought the simplicity summed him up eloquently.
Here’s some money. Go see a Star War.
Don’t dead open inside
This made my day. Thank you for posting this!
It’s not nice to kink shame.