I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal. More or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire, these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.
Why didn't anyone tell me that Andy Weir wrote a new chapter for The Martian???
From Andy Weir's Facebook page (11 Feb. 2024):
It was ten years ago today that The Martian hit shelves. I owe everything that happened since then to you, my readers. I can't thank you enough. So, for the hell of it, I wrote some additional content for The Martian.
For your reading pleasure: The Martian: Lost Sols.
Tonight is press night for Macbeth, and Michael is sitting in the second row beaming at David as proud as can be. The two of them looking at each other like that is everything...
This is probably the most devastating camera glitch I've ever gotten, good god the timing. The framing. The earring being in focus. Why is this so heartbreaking
this clip of Gil-Galad running has me hollering like why does his run look like he's prancing? Why does he look like a disgruntled Beverly Hills mother?? 😭😭
Rick: Michonne, wait. I’ve been wanting to say something. It’s a broken world, Michonne, and you’re the only thing that puts it back together. 'Til my last breath, I’m yours.
Michonne: I could never have imagined this. But it could only ever have been you. ……I’m yours.
The soft "oh" that comes from a caretaker after the whumpee does something extra pitiful - stumbles and has to cling to the wall with a shaking hand so tightly their knuckles turn white; makes the smallest, saddest sound after a bad coughing fit; lets out a few silent tears with their lips clamped tight together....oh, it's that bad, isn't it, baby?