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@curlywench
I don't even think I "ship" grace/rocky I just know that there's no way in hell that two curious people who want to learn about the biology of alien species spent four (4) years cooped up alone together on a spaceship and didn't at least once--
We're getting there little by little, sure. But it's a road.
Anyway happy international asexuality day back to work I go
I love you weird fanfiction. I love you unpopular kink. I love you unsanitized sex scenes. I love you fics that the mean girls make fun of on twitter. I love you monster fucking. I love you daddy kinks and foot fetishes and water sports. I love you stories about complex human emotions and bad choices with no consequences and characters hurting each other. I love you threesomes or polycules. I love you rare pairs. I love you furry art. I love you dark fantasies. I love you kink that’s so specific and self indulgent it was clearly written just for the person writing it. I love you ships that people think you shouldn’t be allowed to ship. I love you anyone who has the courage to put their art into a public space when that art is weird, or dark, or taboo, or something that will be considered unacceptable by the puritanical fandom police.
Posted on the noticeboard outside my uni lab.
#we need simulated endurance hunting for people like shit that's actually enriching for humans as a species#i would be so down for that. use this body the way its supposed to be used (tags via @falconheaded)
Do you have any idea how much I'd pay for a treadmill with a built-in persistence hunting simulator?? I would get on that thing every day
This is exactly why I exercise with dance and martial arts.
This is exactly why I hate when people make fun of those "middle-aged women's fitness classes". God forbid someone tried to make exercise fun. And most of them are tough as hell!
I've probably watched too much Leverage, because a man in campus cop uniform came in to ask questions about our box office safe today and my boss let him in and gave him all the info he wanted, no questions asked, and all I could think is that we are horrifically easy to con
Yes, guy with a toolbelt who says he's the plumber here to fix our known leak, please have unrestricted access to our basement directly below the box office.
If this were Leverage he would be drilling through the floor right now
Maybe he is? Have you checked?
No, although I did check the organizational ID of the British woman who came in to do a last minute film shoot on the second floor, bringing with her an equipment cart large enough to hide a person in.
So it turns out that there is, indeed, money missing from the safe.
Remember when I told ya'll last month to be ready to start looking for a Discord alternative?
Yeah things aren't looking good for discord.
#what is the alternative anyway
If you want a direct alternative there's Revolt, which is a free, open source discord clone.
Revolt is the chat app that's truly built with you in mind.
Oh...
It's even worse than I thought.
Time to go back to IRC.
I recommend Element; it's very similar to Discord and has basically the same features but it's privacy-focused and both servers and DMs can both be encrypted so only the actual users of those rooms can read the messages.
This means unlike most popular chat apps, including and especially Discord, Element doesn't sell your conversations or tracking data to advertisers, because the company literally doesn't have access to that data in the first place.
I've used it for years and I think it's a natural fit for Discord users.
sighs. saves for later
The problem with this is transferring YEARS of Discord usage to these new alternatives. Until a tool is made that allows full back up if not transfer of All That, then transitioning to these alternatives isn't feasible for the baseline everyday user.
Exports Discord chat logs to a file. Contribute to Tyrrrz/DiscordChatExporter development by creating an account on GitHub.
I have to laugh at the irony that currently Tumblr is the backup for my community from Discord's wankfest.
dr gurathin, your body temperature is spiking
today I used the phrase "breasting boobily" in casual real life conversation and everyone was shocked asking how I came up with that and I had to explain it. ive been at the devil's sacrament so long that I forgot he wasn't god
“I’ve been at the devil’s sacrament so long I forgot he wasn’t god” is getting added to the tumblr line book
This is my new favorite video on Al Gore's internet
🎥 @ francisdominiic on IG
Millennial Sisyphus keeps entering all the information from his resume into the web form, only for it to delete everything when he tries to move to the next page. He just goes back and types it all up again, over and over again, forever, and he never gets a job.
Millennial Tantalus has been promised that his unpaid internship will become a paid position as soon as the company has space for him. Every week he sees their new job posting. Every week he asks his boss if he can have a real job. The boss shrugs apologetically and says he’ll just have to make do with being paid in experience a little longer. He goes back and keeps working, over and over again, forever, and he never reaches the fruits of his labors.
Millennial Persephone can’t get a job without a degree, but because she had to take out loans to pay for college, she must spend 1/3 of her life working just to pay them off.
Millennial Cassandra’s title is Social Media Coordinator, she was hired to be the expert, but every time she tries to explain the problems in her company’s social media decisionmaking, the managers don’t listen…and end up hiring expensive PR flacks to repair the damage to their reputation when things blow up exactly as she predicted.
Millennial Medusa uses multiple shades of primer and opaque foundation to cover the scars snaking across her face, hiding the bruises, aligning the asymmetry in her broken nose and jaw. Red matte on the lips, green shimmer on the lids. Flawless liner on the first try. She’s had lots and lots of practice. She films her transformation in secret for all to see and learn, and again, men are turned to anonymous stone faces screaming in horror. “Liar!” “Witch!” “Take her swimming on the first date!” These words do not discourage her. These words are a challenge. GlamGorgonXx posts another video.
Millennial Prometheus uploads another PDF to his site. He’s lost track of the printing and edition of this textbook. He knows they just rearranged some of chapters then charge 150 dollars per copy, and the professor wrote the book himself. the ZIP fills uploads successfully, and he starts uploading the next one. He isn’t afraid of the potential lawsuit. knowledge shouldn’t held out of reach like this.
Millennial Circe screenshots all the lewd messages she gets from men on online dating sites and posts them on her very popular Instagram along with their pictures and usernames. When people accuse her of attempting to destroy their reputations, she insists she’s just revealing them for the pigs they truly are.
Millennial Odysseus is starting to suspect there’s something wrong with his GPS…
you would think, like, "oh, we've already thought of all the metaphorical ways we can say penis/vagina. we've already come up with the full list of nicknames. we have exhausted the list of innuendos. there is nothing else new to be said about this" and then you'll open a random explicit fic and make the most improbable linguistic discovery of all time
would you like to share with the class 🤔
saw the term "gummy walls" last night and had to sit alone with god for a minute
would you like to unshare with the class
I assume mb wouldn't want to be on art when it has students aboard but I'm thinking about if it were and like.
imagine you're a student at the university. you're so excited for your first experience on a research vessel. and everyone on perihelion's crew is so amazing and smart and nice. except there's one crew member who, when you ran into them in the corridor on your first day and tried to introduce yourself, wouldn't look at you and got this expression on their face like they were in the waiting room at the dentist. they didn't say anything and the two of you stood there in silence for 12 seconds before it got too awkward and you left with a halfhearted, "see you around." the only things you know about them are that their name is eden and their gender is indeterminate, because those were the only two pieces of public information on their feed id. one evening, you're sitting in the lounge. you and two classmates are doing some classwork. iris and seth are grading papers. martyn is designing one of the labs for next semester. eden has been sitting in the corner staring into space for the past three and a half hours. you're pretty sure they have augments, so maybe they've been doing something in the feed this whole time. abruptly, they flip off the ceiling with both hands, stand, and stride out of the lounge. you look at your classmates. neither of them have any idea what just happened, either. iris, seth, and martyn have not reacted to this at all. after 26 cycles on perihelion, you've only ever heard eden speak twice, and both times it was because you just happened to overhear them in passing, muttering angrily about art. you're not really sure why eden is aboard a research vessel if they're in the university's arts department, but you think you probably shouldn't ask
Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
Sometimes I attend somebody’s thesis presentation and I’m so impressed that I follow them home to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am.
Sometimes I watch someone eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am with such fervour I am compelled to attend their thesis presentation
Sometimes I look at a thesis presentation and I go ‘I know exactly how much mayonnaise you had to eat out of the jar at 3 am to pull this shit off’
Sometimes you go on Discord at 3am and find a bunch of people busy making a collective batch of mayonnaise from free range eggs and cocaine, and eating it while loudly cheering at someone’s thesis presentation.
not to get personal on main says person about to get personal on main but murderbot and any other freed construct struggling with free will is such a fucking mood if you come from an abusive household.
i was forced to live by arbitrary rules i had no control over and got punished if i broke them. anything that i wanted to do was a dream, a concept, something that simply could not be achieved.
and then i moved out and suddenly all those rules are gone. but what the fuck am i supposed to do now? those rules are still burned into my brain, it's what i know, it's what i stick to even when there's no punishment for not sticking to them. it's routines hard-wired into my fucked up brain.
you do what is familiar even if it burns you because free will is fucking terrifying if you've never had it before. murderbot continues being a secunit, the barish estranza unit keeps being a secunit, three is incapable of understanding that it can have things now and doesn't know what to do instead.
i do wonder what the comfortunit ended up doing after murderbot disabled the governor module. i hope it's happy. i hope it's somewhere soft and nice and kind. and god do i wish that everyone else ends up in a place like that, too.
Every time he turns the fruit into more fruit, I experience childlike wonder.
Sir, must you.
