That describes the entire Star Wars Expanded Universe. Every character was critically important to the survival of the galaxy! Some strong books, some weak ones, and its ridiculous storylines all look phenomenal compared to the travesty of Disney canon, IMO

True, but I liked how they referenced Glup in the early Yuu’zhan Vong books by the asking about how he basically was the only reason Tattooine survived the Desolation! Nice nod to previous characters

We’re not there yet, but I could see a bit more fear-mongering smashing us into V For Vendetta territory

This is wonderful, and I love how Darth Bane is at the top! In my mind, he’s the real originator of the Sith, despite not being the first. Although all my knowledge is non-canon because of fucking Disney, but regardless, great job!

My dad and I quote this all the time, and no one ever knows what we’re talking about! Peter Sellers is phenomenal!

Cat: Yes, this is very nice, but where’s the plain cardboard box it came in?

I had a neighbor when I was growing up that always had this stuffed bear in a bedroom window. I didn’t know them at all, but I would see it heading to the school bus stop. Several years went by, and I was now in high school and driving to school, but I went for a walk and saw the bear was missing, and it made me a little sad, too.

I mentioned it to my mom, who of course went over and asked this random person she had never met about it. Turns out that the bear was her daughter’s favorite childhood stuffed animal. She had just graduated college, the first member of her family to do so, and had finally moved out to get a well-paying job in another state. My mom told me how proud the woman had sounded. At the time I was just like, “oh, okay,” but thinking about it makes me a bit sentimental about how joyful it was that the bear was finding a new home because of an incredible success.

Carl Weathers: Master of HTML

Look at those terrorist antifascists! How dare they!

/s, hopefully obviously

This is so real. Some kid in 5th grade discovered marquee and told me about it, and it was my favorite thing for a good year or two

I know this is just a meme, but I’ve been in therapy for three years and I’m still a mess. But I am slightly less of a mess than I was three years ago, and it took three years of therapy for me to realize that’s good. Maybe not better than yesterday or a week ago, but definitely better most days now than most days last year. Progress is progress, so take credit when you have some.

Imagine the terrifying reverse, though.

You’re out at night, and see some critter scurry across the path. You think nothing of it, but then moments later, an ear-piercing squawk rings out in the dark night. A flash of white, feathers lopsided and flying whizzes past you, and then you see it smash into a bush, tumbling end over end before the rough sounds of scratching and clawing shake the air in front of you. You stare, frozen, as after nearly a minute, the seagull, drenched in blood and dirt, hops out of the bush with something in its mouth. It could have been a rat, a squirrel, a gerbil, anything for all you know, but now it is mangled with guts spilling out on the ground. The gull, its mouth already overstuffed, stares you down as it gobbles up the fallen entrails, its eyes never leaving yours, as if daring you to make a move. It drops the rest of the carcass from its mouth and snatches the creature awkwardly in its talons to save for a snack later, then more jumps than flies upwards, its wings blowing air past you loudly in the quiet night. You stand there in shock, and as you finally begin to walk again, a guttural squawk of triumph again rings through the night, followed by loud echoes of many others, as the seagull brags about its stealthy and elegant kill.

The next morning, you take a trip down to the beach with your friend and his daughter. Sitting on a boardwalk bench, you tell them the crazy story, captivating your enthused audience. The young girl laughs, but then suddenly stops. You look over to see her staring in shock at her empty hand, which moments ago held a half-eaten hot dog. She raises her head to look up at the sky, and you follow her gaze. The owl silently flies up and away with its catch, the bun clutched neatly in its talons as its wings beat softly. No one even heard it coming.

And their Instagram, before the motorcycle pics so you have to login or cheat, is https://www.instagram.com/cobabeda99/

Damn it now this is going to be stuck in my head for the day. “64. How did 64 get into it? I hear you cry.”

Charlie’s Angels’ Colon must have been a direct to TV sequel

This and inflationary language are two of my favorites from him!

Oh, that’s the famous Sherlock Holmes fanfic author, right? And occasionally Batman fanfic!

National Treasure is a mediocre movie that I will always watch the shit out of. It is the perfect balance of ridiculousness and action, and just always brings me joy.

What does lamo mean? I understood the rest, and yes, my back hurts.