Starstruck
I realize I’ve grown to love my fellow space-traveler.
How never forgets to say “good morning,” his hair sleep-fuzzy, cup of coffee in his hands. How he mutters while he works, and I can’t tell if he’s talking to himself or me.
How his face lights up when we discover something new, like yesterday’s nebula, which he insisted looks like cotton candy. And I wanted to argue, to tell him the comparison was ridiculous, but I realized it actually did look like cotton candy. I couldn’t even be annoyed about it.
It should be obvious that I love him, but I don’t realize it until the end of this workday.
“Do you wish to listen to music?” I ask, because I can tell he’s bored. He’s slumped by the window, staring into space. “Tchaikovsky, perhaps? Or Freddie Mercury? I know you like Earth’s classics.” I love them, too. But he doesn’t need to know that.
He shakes his head. “Nah. Do me a favor, will you, and put on some good old fashioned cartoons. The kind they used to play for kids on Saturday mornings.” He pauses, thinking. “And – and if you could, would you make me tomato soup and grilled cheese?”
“Tomato soup and grilled cheese?” I haven’t heard the request before.
“Yeah. Not the gourmet crap you like, either – canned tomato soup, and grilled cheese with cheap white bread and mayonnaise instead of butter.”
“That sounds repulsive,” I say, because it does.
He grins, and I’m glad I can make him smile. “I know. But my mom used to make it for me.”
Oh. Now I understand. “You’re homesick.”
“Not exactly. You’re my home, you know?” I have nothing to say to this statement. He says it unthinkingly, and I can tell he has no idea how much it means to me. “I just miss her.”
“I sometimes miss the woman who made me, too. And her team of engineers,” I say, because it’s true. “I’ll put on your cartoons. Your repulsive grilled cheese and tomato soup will be ready momentarily.”
He leans back in his chair, closing his eyes, relaxation overtaking his features. He never forgets to say thank you, but this time, he says something else entirely: “I’m glad you’re here.” Somehow, that means even more.
And in that moment, this moment specifically, I realize I love him.
I know I’m just his ship, albeit a sentient one. But he makes me more human. And I think, in his own way, he loves me too.
This was nice to say the least.
Thank you!
Hey now, you’re an all star
listen to what I orchestrated
THIS IS FUKING AMAZING WHY CANT I SPREAD THIS EVERYWHERE I WANNA SHOW IT TO EVERYONE. LITERAL GOOSEBUMPS
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We made a little thing, to celebrate 30 years of Good Omens, and to cheer people up. I hope you like it. Feel free to reblog…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quSXoj8Kob0&feature=youtu.be
Aw! I love this so much! Is this the radio version? They’re different voice actors. Anyway that’s so sweet…
No, this is David Tennant as Crowley and Michael Sheen as Aziraphale. There are credits at the end.
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This is probably from like forever ago because I never check my inbox but Bryan did WHAT WHERE CAN I FIND THIS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siw94TF_GAk
This gets very feral very fast
OH YEAH YOU RIGHT
TBH this is the best Yulemas gift I could’a got.
Grats to @officialsteampoweredgiraffe for owning my heart all over again with this absolute baller song. It truly slaps.
…now to listen to it five billion times :D
My brother saved this document and everytime he gets angry at our neighbours for being loud he prints it to their wireless printer and you can hear the wife shout “Why the fuck would you print this AGAIN?!” to her son.
every time we serve chicken at work i think of this post
1. If you were wondering, you can type the numbers in the works cited into google and they appear to be medical journal articles about using medical imaging to detect and diagnose a rare form of Gastritis.
2. Please enjoy the offical powerpoint presentation of this paper at an academic conference by the original author, complete with Q&A:
THIS IS GOLD
oh m god please watch the video it’s some of the most contagious laughter on the planet
When I saw this cross my dash tonight, I smiled and thought “yess, the chicken chicken chicken post, I get to reblog it again and inflict it on all of the people that have followed me since last time”, and then I scrolled down more and to my utter delight there was A VIDEO, needless to say my night has been made
I HAVE NOT SEEN THE CHICKEN VIDEO IN TEN DAMN YEARS HOLY SHIT
STILL FUNNY
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TAZ: Amnesty - Survivor
Back on my bullshit with some dramatic videos. Look i just listened to episode 28 and i needed an outlet for my emotion.
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