The weirdest guy I ever met in a church was this boy who referred to “Buzz Aldrin and his husband” going to the moon. I was completely baffled, and when I asked if he’d misspoken, he got really angry and accused me of being deliberately ignorant of the facts. It turned out that he was somehow comvinced that Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong were married. It took five Wikipedia articles to convince him otherwise.
The moon landing was fake: tired, passé, heard it before
The moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal: fresh! sexy! I’m going to be thinking about this for months!
Romcom where two dudes in the 1960s fall in love and come up with an elaborate plan to become astronauts to get married in space because gay marriage is illegal everywhere but it can’t be illegal on the moon
Might make things a little awkward for Mike Collins.
He was the officiator
This is an excellent take. He officiated in orbit, and the landing was their Honey Moon.
you will feel so alive again.. like so incredibly alive. i dont know when that will be but it will be. u are gonna feel so alive that ur cheeks hurt from smiling oh man oh man i promise that day is coming. you do have a future, you do have good things coming, and you’ll survive everything that’s thrown at you until you reach that day
i do promise
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“A mycelial network is a map of a fungus’s recent history and is a helpful reminder that all life-forms are in fact processes not things. The ‘you’ of five years ago was made from different stuff than the ‘you’ of today. Nature is an event that never stops. As William Bateson, who coined the word genetics, observed, ‘We commonly think of animals and plants as matter, but they are really systems through which matter is continually passing.’”
[Image description: a series of images of Ethan Hawke sitting in a room with wooden walls, fairy lights, a guitar, and various out of focus images on the walls. He says:
“Most people don’t spend a lot of time thinking about poetry, right? They have a life to live, and they’re not that concerned with Allen Ginsberg’s poems or anybody’s poems!
Until… Their father dies, they go to a funeral, you lose a child, somebody breaks your heart, they don’t love you anymore. And all of a sudden, you’re desperate for making sense out of this life. ‘Has anybody ever felt this bad before? How did they come out of this cloud?’
Or the inverse - something great. You meet somebody and your heart explodes! You love them so much you can’t even see straight! You know, you’re dizzy! ‘Did anybody feel like this before? What is happening to me?’
And that’s when art’s not a luxury, it’s a sustenance. You need it.”
You want everyone to be able to slot into a pride and prejudice au but no one can accurately fit into the niche that Mr Darcy and Elizabeth have cornered which is completely and uniquely deranged and sophisticated in a way no marvel character, nay, not even an over watch character, can dare compete with
miss piggy: you are sad and pathetic and small and far too green, both your status and wealth are an embarrassment, and your mother’s voice is shrill and painful… un. like. moi! *hair swish*
kermit: *stunned open mouth silence*
miss piggy: yet every day since i first saw you at the dance all i have been able to think about is how you are suitable for nothing in life but to be my bride! you are below me in every possible way but you simply must let me marry you!
kermit, flailing uncontrollably: THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL?!?!
I have a lot of respect for Lizzie facing Darcy like that after he caught her snooping in his house. Idk how fast of a runner Darcy is but I can guarantee you he wouldn’t have caught me. Usain Bolt wouldn’t have been able to catch me. The adrenaline and embarrassment coursing through my veins would have sustained me for miles. All Darcy would see is the dust cloud in my wake and my legs propelling in rapid circles as I sped off.
