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Thinking about humans and aliens. Too hard.
Imagine an alien species that evolved to be semi-aquatic watching humans (a species evolved to climb and run on land) jump eagerly into the water to swim with them. No safety equipment, no flotation devices, just a thin modesty suit and sheer glee.
And humans, by the alien’s standards, are terrible at swimming. Just…truly awful. They can’t hold their breath for long, their bones and muscles are dense, their lungs make them too buoyant, their hair creates drag, their gangly limbs are slow and clumsy, and they can’t open their eyes underwater because the water will hurt them.
And yet the human laughs and splashes with their alien friend and alien can’t help but marvel as the human seems to adapt in real time right in front of their eyes.
The human streamlines themself to glide through the water as best they can, trying their best to turn their grasping hands into paddles, their feet into flippers. The human watches and copies how the alien moves and mimics them, learns and copies them until they move almost gracefully.
Often, they break away from these learned skills and become a land mammal flailing in the water again, but something about the human willingly defying their nature, learning to be more than they are in a bid for connection with another species, makes the alien light up with something that feels an awful lot like fondness.
So, I recently took a part-time job in a warehouse and apparently, THESE:
Are treated almost like... PETS??
Hear me out, NONE of them actually work like they are supposed to. One has a cracked wheel and makes horrible noises, other one will lower itself randomly, a lot of them lift only if you wiggle them in specific ways–
The point is, you rather quickly pick a favorite. And will look out for it CONSTANTLY or else it gets snatched within minutes.
That leads to me finding some interesting quotations written over these guys. Like:
"I will BREAK YOUR LEGS if you touch him."
"This one belongs to Matt. TO MATT."
"My precious boy."
I guess that people will pack-bond with anything.
*rolls you a square blunt in minecraft*
I'm gonna roll your head if you keep asking questions you fuckin square
okay what the fuck
There is so much beauty in the world.
Squires
yes, my liege?
The Same Plastic
"google ai" "spotify ai dj" "ai assistant" "enhanced by ai" what if i just start beating people over the head with a rock
Claim your ticket
*scrhch scatch scratch scrtch*
the sound you hear when i remember my scratch n sniff stickers
ok but do your stickers smell like piss and battery acid the way my rat fam and i do?
no they smell like cotton candy and marijuana because they are scratch n sniff stickers. meant to be enjoyed and sniffed. tch.. what do you know…. rat…….
Hes so me
*scrhch scatch scratch scrtch*
the sound you hear when i remember my scratch n sniff stickers
concept: angels but they look like stingray skeletons
wow good concept???
*me flirting*
so… have you… learned anything interesting lately?
The face Milhouse made haunted me for years. I don’t know what it is about that grimace that branded itself upon me but… it stuck. It stuck with me for years.
Even now, I feel a certain coldness
because its based on this picture of a French man watching the Nazis march into Paris in 1940
if you're transgender and need name ideas, may I direct you toward the nato alphabet because like. delta? november?? echo?? romeo is like the butchest name. please consider foxtrot. being named whiskey would be cool as hell. I know multiple transmascs who were a bit too into english lit and are named victor now. I've met people named sierra who were trans in every direction. maybe don't name yourself golf
don't listen to op. name yourself golf.
sometimes people need bad things to happen in their lives to realize that theyve fucked up :3
At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.