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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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shark vs the universe
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we're not kids anymore.
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@xeansicemane
With each missile bursting, a grave is opened; each laser etches a headstone. A battlefield is only a cemetery in the making.
Excerpts from Kipling's Epitaphs of the War. Art from the cover of Interstellar Operations book, by Florian Mellies.
Pro-tip: if you post about hating American Vietnam Vets enough, redditors will stop reposting you to r/CuratedTumblr without you being blacklisted or anything
You can also do this by pointing out that /r/CuratedTumblr is a circlejerk endlessly farming karma off of other people's witticisms but often don't understand the humour of the website they steal from (see my "sanity bar" post, which they maliciously misinterpreted to the point of calling me slurs over it) and will wail and gnash their teeth if you ever post your own original content
@demilypyro
There inventing a new kind of sadness and its called "the look in a trans woman's eye when she looks at a public swimming pool"
i'm coming out as the world's only Roderick Steele fan @vexwerewolf
OH NO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
(for real this is good though)
[aspiring highway bandit voice] oh yes absolutely your decentralized anticiv pastoral utopia with no form of organized or regulated transport of goods sounds incredible
the central conceit of white boy "comedy rap" genres is that they're too racist to recognise that most classic rap is already pretty humorous in many ways, on account of wordplay being fundamental to the form,
and also steeped in pop culture from the very beginning, like the rap scene was already making music about comics and anime and video games you don't need to segregate a new genre for that
Mahjong is less of a game of skill and more of a demonstration of fate. Mahjong is about seeing which of the four players is in the gods' favor, and (more importantly) which of them has the gods' ire
Mechsploitation, thinking about worldbuilding.
So, it's a given in the bulk of the genre that Hounds don't really pretend to be people too well. The human personality is just a convenient interface for the deeper actual self and isn't exactly a functional person on it's own feels like the go-to way to frame it.
But I'm working in a setting where the assumption is the Hounds will be decommissioned and released back into civilian life when the war is over, so there has to be enough person there to do that. So, anyway, I'm having some fun playing with the idea that the neural alterations (The usual "obey Hander violence violence") had a lot of unintended consequences.
Hounds that have piss-poor emotional regulation, the inability to experience and process grief because their own internal mental safeties read it as an unacceptable breakdown cascade. Hounds that know there are illegal thoughts they can't think but they still feel themselves almost thinking them before they hit a mental wall.
I'm just having fun playing around in the /experience/ of all those alterations in my story.
not to be a history fucker on main but the whole mystery of the lost colony of roanoke is so fucking funny
governor of the colony: hey I’m gonna go back to england to get more supplies
115 colonists: okay
governor: ends up spending 3 years in england bc of a naval war with spain or some shit
governor: gets back to the colony to find everyone gone
governer: sees the word “croatoan”, the name of a native american tribe, carved into a post
croatoan tribe: has members and children with blonde hair/blue eyes, pale skin
everyone: what could have happened to the colonists of roanoke
hi! op here. I’m fucking hyperventilating
I loved this post just because all the comments flipped between sincere appreciation and mockery of the birds
One thing I love about Babylon 5 is the idea that humans got out there into space and found out we were actually the least melodramatic motherfuckers in the galaxy.
Like okay, you've got the species whose rulers live their entire lives in a dark room with no furniture to symbolise their commitment. The people who directly equate hair circumference with social class and get super angry if all six of their penises aren't accurately depicted on an action figure. The reptilian marsupials who will force a guy to become the central prophet of a new religion whether he likes it or not. The celestial entities who are so obsessed with being mysterious they pretend they can't breathe normal air and wear fake spacesuits everywhere they go.
Even the minor species are like this. The Roswell grey type guys who literally communicate only in crop circles. The ancient beings who will make you wait four hours for them to answer a phone call and then just say "Zog" and hang up on you. The species that apparently consists solely of ten of the same guy, and every one of them starts every conversation with a comment about how much it sucks having a menial job.
Imagine being the first human to meet any of these. You would have to immediately go back to Earth and sign up for a series of Shakespearean improv workshops.
"I asked chatgpt" well I asked this guy in a graveyard and he told me that zydrate comes in a little glass vile. And the little glass vile goes into the gun like a battery. And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy. And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery
HAPPY PRIDE
my buddy brings her angel girlfriend to the function, I spend the whole time refusing to look at or even acknowledge her existence, because I am a staunch atheist and dont believe in that nonsense. she starts to throw things at my head to get my attention and between volleys of marbles and kitchen utensils I grunt "swamp gas. aurora borealis. probably a weather balloon.youre seeing things"
another day, I greet my friend at the door, I look over her shoulder and raise an eyebrow, "I see you've brought the electromagnetic phenomena again,"
