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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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#extradirty
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@authorofcelesti
It’s so important to me that he says “Dr. Captain Ryland Grace” when sending the Beatles back to Earth. Because the Hail Mary was made for a Captain, a Scientist, and an Engineer. And Grace only claims the Captain and Scientist parts. Because Rocky is the Engineer! Rocky is the Hail Mary’s Engineer!!!
FUNNIEST THING TO SEE WHEN I LOG INTO TUMBLR ON MY LAPTOP
YEAH THAT ABOUT SUMS IT UP
Thinking about this pinterest comment
One of my fav things ever is when Grace discovers he's aroace through Rocky.
Rocky constantly talking about Adrian and then asking Grace if he has a mate or if he wants one- if he won't get lonely on Erid, and Grace explains that most humans would want a mate, that most humans would maybe get lonely, but that he's been without a mate for most of his life and it.. never really bothered him.
Rocky asking him if he's ♪♫♩♬ and Grace has no word for this- Rocky explaining that it's Eridians who do not want a mate. Eridians who just simply seek out different kinds of relationships, but not mates.
Grace not knowing there's a word like that in English and simply translating it to "single" for the time being until he finds out the words for aromantic and asexual.
it's midnight on the 1st of june aest
posting this again cause now its actually true
a bisexual with “I’m sorry I exist” energy and an asexual with “I know, I’m hard to resist” energy
bringing back this absolute banger for pride month
Every time I see that last pic, I have to note that the funniest line is the one immediately after the highlight
happy pride month shoutout to sora ninjago for inventing trans people
also i think arin would be embarrassingly supportive bc he’s lovely
I actually really like the term genderqueer, because the only thing it specifies about your gender is that it's queer in some way. Does that mean you're nonbinary? Binary trans? Cis with some freaky cool gender presentation stuff going on? None of those or all of those? It doesn't matter and I think that's beautiful.
"you already left kudos here"
And??? Let me like it again??? Clearly it deserves more??
I'm not meant for the public. I'm meant specifically for like 20 people here and that's all. This is too much attention 😭 I might delete this post aghghhhhhhh
There aren't any ducks in this post.
I've never been so disappointed in one of my own posts 😞
There is now a duck in this post.
Redemption 🥺
It doesn't matter if you wrote 5,000 or 50 words today.
It doesn't matter if all you did was day-dream about your characters while staring at the ceiling.
You are still a writer and your progress is valid.
Goddamit i hate this fucking post. I hate it because obviously if “twelve” followed the same pattern as the other teen numbers it wouldn’t be “twoteen” it would be “seconteen”. Think about it. It’s not “threeteen” it’s “thirteen” as in “third”. It’s not “fiveteen” it’s “fifteen” as in fifth. So with that in mind, you count “first, second, third, fourth, fifth,” and so on, so eleven would be “firsteen” and twelve would be “secondteen” or “seconteen”. “Firsteen, seconteen, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen….” It just drives me absolutely mad everytime i see this post that this obvious pattern was overlooked and i cant hold in my rage anymore.
Consider thirteen:thirty and fifteen:fifty instead. So, rather, it should be twenteen on the model of twenty
Completely agree with twenteen, and it shouldn’t be second but twenth.
Completely agree
with twenteen, and it shouldn’t
be second but twenth.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Ryland Grace has got to have one of the funniest scientific careers of all time:
Research
Dissertation (piss off your entire field)
Teach middle-schoolers
Be the first person to be in contact with alien life (non-sentient)
Have your dissertation (also what killed your career) be proven wrong
Kill and also breed alien life
Become expert in said life
Become first person to be in contact with alien life (sentient)
Successfully communicate and solve the universe’s biggest problem with sentient alien life
Live the rest of life on alien planet as the savior of the universe
You wake up one morning, and feel something is off. Your pillow smells strangely sweet. You’re still groggy with sleep, and try to hug your pillow closer. A piece of it simply breaks in your hand. It is made of chocolate.
You try to pull the blanket off of yourself, and you realize that, it too, is made of chocolate. You try to shake it off, and step out of bed. Your carpet feels strangely spongy. You look down, only to realize it’s actually cake. Lovingly baked, and smelling of sweet fruit. You grab a piece, and cautiously take a bite. It is one of the most delicious cakes you have ever eaten.
You get up, confused, and exit your room to see if the rest of your house is like this. The door handle melts in your hand as you hold onto it, and covers it with dark chocolate carefully painted gold. The rest of the carpet on the floor is still cake, the guardrails on the stairs leading down are tempered chocolate, the tiles on the floor are the same, the windows are sugar glass, everything is edible.
You run outside, knocking over the lovingly crafted chocolate front door in a panic.
You realize, in horror, that your house was not an exception. The bushes, the grass, the asphalt on the road, the trees, birds, the world itself, is chocolate.
Somewhere, not too far away, stands a man. Amaury fucking Guichon.
One last bloodymary before I self destruct
"Bloodymary is fucking peak!!" I scream at the enraged mob, hollering at me to die.
"He's right!" A voice echoes from the back of the crowd.
I raise my head- Markiplier from YouTube is smiling at me.
