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My first zine, I am going to print it and it will be sold physically at a very cool store I enjoy. It was very hard work and I’m very happy. I want to do it more. I hope people buy it.

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gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

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this is far and away the most popular post i ever made on tumblr. people have asked me if they could illustrate it, people have asked me if they could turn it into a novella, people just messaged me to say it made them cry. that means more to me than i can say.

you probably heard that the mars opportunity rover died today.

it was hard news to hear. i cried at my desk at work. it doesn’t make it easier that it was only supposed to run for 90 days at all; it doesn’t make it easier that it lived 14 years longer than it expected to. it lived a full life. it lived a very good life. it was the first set of eyes on miles and miles of mars. it was an explorer, it was tough, it was very, very brave. and none of that makes it easier, none of that makes it okay that it is not going to sing happy birthday to itself again.

about a year ago, my childhood cat died. i loved her more than anything. i don’t live near my family any more, and i wasn’t there for it, but my parents were, and they held her while her body gave out, and they say she knew she was with them, she knew she was loved.

i know opportunity was a computer inside a movable body, and not a person, or even an animal. still, i wish it had had people to hold it. i wish it had been with the people who cared for it. it seems very hard to me, to die so far from home.

but i think - to the extent to which we can say computers “know” things, which i think is a great deal; i think knowing is most of what computers do; i think if they have a consciousness, knowledge must be nearly all of it-

i think opportunity knew it was loved.

every couple of months i dream that i’ve gone home and my cat’s there. even now, even though my grieving is over and done with, i visit her in my dreams, and i hold her, and every time, she purrs. she missed me. she’s so happy to be with me again.

that’s a very human thing, dreaming of what we’ve loved. what we’ve lost. dreaming things that outlast death. like robots, and singing.

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People I met for a few moments that live in my head forever.

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Babe are you okay? You reblogged crystallizedtwilight’s Strangers that live with me forever. again

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had a dream that I met a wizard and we fell in love and became unhealthily attached to each other so we decided to meld into one single creature together but the process was horrifically slow and painful and most of the dream was us lying in bed holding hands while lesions opened up in our skin and seeped out blue and green fluid and the wizard said "this is going to take a very very long time" and I said "that's ok"

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the critics are raving

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relevant

peach-pot

trans guy who doesn’t realize he’s turning into a werewolf because he assumes it’s all just normal side effects of starting testosterone

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trans girl who doesn’t realize she’s turning into a vampire because she assumes it’s all just normal side effects of starting estrogen

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post paused, let’s talk about this now

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FOR THE BETTER!

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the chris pratt thing makes me so mad cause of how voice actors get treated.

charles martinet came up with the mario voice himself in a last minute audition and became the canon mario voice after doing a little booth thing to promote mario 64 at E3, where fans asked mario questions while motion censors captured his face movements on a 3d model. he even created luigi’s voice and personality on a whim, making him more anxious to explain why he wouldn’t come on screen with his brother and giving him that specific voice so his facial movements wouldn’t appear on the mario model and break the realism. then he added even more little details into luigi’s personality based on himself, like him whistling when he’s nervous and relying a lot on his older brother.

he has been there to make this character fun and interesting and lively. but decades of work and effort doesn’t mean shit when bigger names will pull in views, even when the stars don’t care about the role they’re playing

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Me in 2022 when the pandemic hasn’t ended yet because people don’t know how to act right and I’ve been holed up in my house for three years acquiring a new flavor of crazy, going to open the door for the guy in the hazmat suit that’s come to deliver my groceries

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To anyone who’s thinking this way

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alternate take on “But I did everything right!”- people who say that are not moralizing. They’re lamenting.

They denied themselves things they wanted to do, like going out or not wearing a hot, uncomfortable mask, or not seeing the people they love for important events- including funerals. And now they are sick. They gave up the things they wanted and they’re still sick and they’re exhausted by all of it.

anytime we try our best it is crushing to still fail because of what feels like the whim of the universe or worse, someone else not being careful. It’s okay to be angry about it.

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hello male writer. before you is a typewriter. you have one day to write a novella with a woman as the protagonist without describing her breasts. the timer begins now