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Thomas S. Monson
Thomas S. Monson

Thomas S. Monson was an American author known for his religious works. Born on August 21, 1927, he gained recognition in the Mormon Church. more

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“Fandom takes care of my cat when I go on vacation. I sit in the waiting room to take fandom home after wisdom teeth removals. Fandom comes to get me at LAX in the middle of the night when my flight is delayed for eight hours and my luggage has been sent to Australia by mistake. I bring Liquid Plummer to fandom when its toilet explodes. Fandom brings me ginger cookies and sits with me on my stoop when I stupidly lock myself out of my apartment. Fandom, friendom, and familydom all run on a gradient line in my brain.”

“Past the age of four, it suddenly becomes unacceptable and weird to dress up as an elf, or fashion a cape out of an old blanket and pretend to "fly" down the sidewalk. It stops being cute at some point. However, it is acceptable for a fifty-two-year-old man to paint a bull's-eye on his giant gut and jiggle it while naked from the waist up in twenty-degree weather behind the goal post at a Packers game, while wearing a giant wedge of cheese on his head. People in traffic watching him walk into the game may point and laugh, but they're laughing with him. It's acceptable. He's a Great Big Fan Displaying Team Spirit!”

“Rey (a young orphan plucked from her home planet of Jakku and drawn into the Rebel fight) was dismissed as a 'Mary Sue', a term used in pop culture to denote a female character who is too good at too many things and therefore functions as a kind of wish fulfillment for the girl or woman writing her. This sledge was aimed at her because Rey shows an early affinity with the Force and proves to be skilled with a lightsaber, and good lord we have never ever seen that before, no sir. #fakenews”

“I find myself wondering how it is that men who align themselves so strongly with hero narratives can be so unaware of what side of the story they sit on. The men lashing out at women online, the ones who use misogyny and racism and abuse to fiercely protect what they see as their territory, consider themselves to be the good guys. But it's like they don't realize that racism, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia, ableism and all the other bigoted views they uphold and gleefully reinforce are, you know, what the baddies do. They spent their youths daydreaming about being Jedi Masters, and they haven't yet realized that they've grown up to be Stormtroopers, mindlessly doing the bidding of whichever evil leader they're acting in service to. The funniest thing is that, in the real world, they would dismiss all their heroes as cucks and white knights. Ha ha Skywalker, you fucking soyboy!”

“Words didn’t come. I couldn’t formulate a thought. I was too startled. These three figures lying in the sand in front of me weren’t surfers at all. They weren’t even people. From their facial features and upper torsos, they looked kind of like women, but all three of them had silver-colored skin. They were bald, with strange ridges marking their skulls. None of them seemed to have ears, only holes in the sides of their heads. No nose was visible, not even a bone or nostrils filled that space between their eyes and mouths. Although their mouths seemed to be moving, they were actually breathing through what looked like gills in their necks. And if that wasn’t weird enough, instead of legs, their upper torsos stretched out into long, scale-covered, silver fishtails. If I had to say what these things stranded in front of me, splattered with oil, appeared to be, I’d say mermaids. And no, they didn’t look like they’d start singing songs or granting me wishes. They looked a little bit scary—but fragile too. Most of all, they looked like they were going to die, and no handsome prince was there to kiss them and keep them from turning into sea foam.”

“Apakah hal yang kamu lakukan baik atau tidak, keren atau tidak keren sama sekali, pada akhirnya yang memiliki arti bukanlah sesuatu yang bisa dilihat, tetapi apa yang bisa dirasakan oleh hatimu. Agar bisa mengerti sebuah nilai, kadang-kadang kamu harus melakukan sesuatu yang buang-buang waktu. Namun, bahkan suatu tindakan yang kelihatannya sia-sia, tidak selamanya berakhir demikian.”