You know, if we DO make contact with aliens within the next hundred years-ish, enough people are going to give the Vulcan salute to the first alien they see in real life (whether out of quivering excitement, lol memeitude, or sheer awkward, panicked grasping for the one prominent alien greeting nested in the social conscious) that there’s a solid chance that it becomes a thing we’re known for as humans.
The thing is. I would eat the grapes. I would eat the pomegranate seeds. I would eat the Turkish delights. It doesn’t matter what the stakes are if you put a little plate of snacks out in front of me I’ll eat them.
If you sent me to an evil fantasy realm and told me that if I ate anything I would die a painful terrible death then set a charcuterie board down in front of me that would be it for me. Like it wouldn’t even be like a torturous internal struggle to not eat the cheese. I wouldn’t even need to be that hungry.
jaskier writing burn butcher burn about geralt, despite being the one who got everyone to stop calling him the butcher : the bard giveth and the bard taketh away
throwing up and sobbing bc I just heard boulevard of broken dreams on a classic rock station
the image of a 73 yo retired man who has listened to the same rotation of songs for his entire life going to 7am coffee with the boys and turning on his trusty old station just to be met with greenday has me in tears actually
*greenday starts playing*
dean: stop messing around & put the classic rock station back on
