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AnasAbdin
cherry valley forever
Not today Justin
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@stylusstyle
God sometimes I'm writing smut and I'll like, delete a sentence because I'm like, no, I can't write that. It's too indulgent. And then it's like. Girl, what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins. Get real.
"what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins" is honestly the thing I needed to hear today
@theshitpostcalligrapher
vibes
ink: diamine firestorm
"Captain. The ship has received a distress message." "Put it on the screen." "I'm afraid it's a bit more… Primitive." "I'm sorry, is that…?" "A message in a bottle, yes." "Floating in space?"
The object could hardly be called a bottle. It was a squat box, about the size of a person, with the ragged remnants of some kind of hemispherical shell. Personally, I would have called it a bowl, but that was perhaps less romantic in concept than a bottle.
It was old. It was impossibly old. Hundreds of millions of years of radiation and micrometeors had weathered and etched its surface. Materials science hadn't been able to pinpoint exactly how old, but there was a non-negligable probability that it predated any known xenoarcheological sites. Either way, it was a massive find, possibly rewriting history of the very earliest space exploration in the galaxy.
It sat prominently on the deck of the port cargo bay like some kind of museum exhibit.
"Progress?" I asked as I stepped around it.
Ŋ!atka looked up at me and blinked sleepily. Damn, I might need to pull rank and order xem to rest.
Xer mandibles split in an expression meant to emulate a smile, chromaphores blinking an excited blue. I had served with their species long enough to at least parse that much.
"As a matter of fact, yes!" xe announced. "Linguistics made a breakthrough. They don't think the message is distress, but a greeting!"
I cocked my head at them.
Xe gestured excitedly at the object the team had managed to reverse engineer from diagrams found inside the object.
Xe activated a mechanism and the device began to emit a series of sounds.
"Linguistics counts at least 40 distinct languages, and they are conviced they are variations on greetings. If you will forgive my assumptive nature, I would say this here is a whole world sending a message of goodwill sent to the stars."
I make a dubious expression. Ŋ!atka was prone to hyperbole, but xe was one of the best project leads the Science Corps had to offer.
"Listen! That's music."
I listened to the strange wailing sounds coming from the device. It was hard to imagine the kind of people who would call the noises music, but then again I wasn’t an expert on that sort of thing.
"Anything back from astrodynamics?"
"Still in progress. It's so ancient that pinpointing an exact point of origin is difficult given stellar motion. We've backtracked it to a rough sector with some possibly habitable worlds, but if there ever were civilizations there, they'd be long gone by now."
I frowned. That much seemed to be given based on available information. Between the extreme age and the fact that it didn't match any known databases implied that it had originated from a dead civilization. One of the countless early spacefaring peoples that vanished before they could make it out of their home systems.
Melancholy stirred within me. Whoever these people were, they had come together to send a message to the stars on the very tiny chance that someone would be out here to listen. The problem was nobody would be around to hear them until millions of years later.
"How about the symbols? Has linguistics come up with anything yet?"
Ŋ!atka clacked their mandibles softly.
"Nothing difinitive. They believe there may be a correlation between the text and some of the languages. Best guess at this point is the object was called something like Wanderer or Voyager."
💬 31 🔁 42369 ❤️ 52605 · "Greetings to the Universe in 55 Different Languages", a poem arranged out of messages from the Voyager spacecraft
I saw a post with some of the actual messages on my dash 😭
I feel like, we as a society, don't talk enough about people messing up needle felting.
gf_15_Trim.mp4
please this is so funny
fucccck if only there was a way to fix this
dont worry straight woman, thats a normal desire. stand still now
I got actual work done this weekend but more importantly I drew PAM WHO DEATH FORGOT
I love thinking “huh I’ve never really drawn a ton of Fallout fanart over the years” and then I remember her
I've asked this question before and been surprised by the results, now I have access to more weirdos it's your problem:
It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.
Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.
Which of these would surprise you more to find on the doorstep?
Fairy
Walrus
Not naming options to skew votes but...
I think there's something fundamentally baffling with the way most of you think.
i’m glad jeff the killer has turned into just a silly internet guy nowadays but god i wish people utilized the fact that his original mythos had him as a shitty thirteen year old more. the jeff the killer jokes are funny as is but even funnier if you imagine him as a shitty edgelord preteen that barely comes up to your chest
sorry to all his fans but jeffrey is grounded from “jeff the killing you” until he finishes his social studies homework
this is funnier the earlier in march you reblog it it
✨ it’s march ✨
😔 it’s march 😔
Baby it’s March🤡
He grew a full beard on leap day
When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week
"one of my moms"
*points finger*
child of lesbiabs
I actually have six parents and three moms total but they're all straight as far as I'm aware
Polyamorous parents or divorce?
Turbo divorce
What the heck is a turbo divorce?
It's when you end up with six parents
The beacon is lit. America calls for aid.
what the fuck do you mean your keyboard doesnt have letters
We have no letters Kathleen!
some 8ish years now i reckon
i have naturally acidic sweat. it's a family thing
we have already. They don't know exactly what is up with it, other than the sweat being slightly more acidic than normal and the acidic mantle being thicker and Way more acidic than normal, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with acidosis. As far as we have tested, our family has had this since at least my great grandpa, and the guy lived to be 93 years old.
What the fuck.
op is a xenomorph descendant from that one time ripley fucked the queen
Because in its younger days it used to have RGB lights:
Some of them still work, when they want:
Though I've long forgotten how to change the color settings
NEVERMIND I JUST REMEMBERED HOW
Imagine trying to claim op is wasteful for using a plastic keyboard after they show off something that looks like it belongs at Old Friends Senior Keyboard Sanctuary.
You gotta create replacement activities man. We can't just phase out all the church attendance and all the usamerican social holidays cold turkey in the middle of a loneliness epidemic bro like yeah fuck church fuck thanksgiving and FUCK the 4th of July but like what's the long-term plan. People need holidays and repetitive social rituals or they go crazy. Like are we inventing new ones or ....?
The entirety of human history is us inventing social groups and rituals over and over again. We need them. I'm not gonna try to give any advice on replacing a keystone community institution like church, but as for holiday rituals?? You gotta have those.
When I was younger, I was extremely bitter and burned out by the holiday rituals I grew up with. They either meant mandatory attendance with biological family I was trying to escape, alcohol-fuelled parties, lots of hollow capitalism, or religion I didn't have or want. But after two years of doing nothing significant to mark time in the year-- no Christmas, no Thanksgiving, no birthday even because I'd moved out and didn't know how to celebrate it as an adult-- I realized how much I missed having something.
A gathering. A celebration. An event. A significance.
So yeah, we're inventing new ones. Pick dates and events that matter to you and do something to mark the day, even if it's only to yourself. Have an annual "it's everybody's birthday" party. Make a full moon dinner every month and invite friends. Decorate your house every solstice and equinox (and clean while you're at it, because rituals also serve practical purposes). Light some candles and play music out loud on the first day of every month. Pick up a leaf when you hear the autumn's first goose and do it every day until they're gone, then burn all your leaves. Hang up a piece of art when the first snow falls and take it down when the first flowers bloom in spring.
Don't cherry pick from religions and cultures that aren't yours. Do be open to celebrating things from other cultures if you're invited. If there are aspects of your old holidays that you like-- dressing up or making food or singing songs-- then by all means keep those things, because guess what, that's all just Shit Humans Always Do. None of these rituals have to be religious or spiritual, but they do have to be significant to you. Fill your life with things you look forward to.
Invent yourself some rituals.
Let’s plant a garden.
🌻 Add some cute flowers!
🍄 How about a fungus?
🌳 Plant a tree!
🌿 We need some greenery.
🌷 Another cute flower, but pink.
🪨 Contribute to the rock garden.
🌹 Yet more cute flowers, but red this time.
🌞 All these plants need some sunshine.
🌧️ And water of course!
🐝 Get some pollinators in here!
Great job everybody! This garden is looking beautiful!
Message from the garden
Okay honestly it didn't hit me how funny the concept of Weird Al's Even Worse album is until I found out they'd have gone on sale side by side.
"Hmmm, do I want Bad, or Even Worse?"
s/o to this skeleton babe from 1936
This is a really poignant illustration of the seductive nature of glorifying war but that is a LOOK and she is SERVING it
I've seen Death depicted as a card dealer or other sort of gambler, a guy in a suit, a farmer, a robed apparition, and any other number of things, but this? This has to be the best Death I've seen yet. An old seductress saying "hey kid, don't you wanna die in a trench for a government that doesn't give a fuck about you, just like your dear old dad?" This goes hard as fuck.
"I used to know your daddy." kicks like a mule.
