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Ok everyone’s losing it about Michael Sheen reading fanfic, but I’ll be honest, if suddenly thousands of people were writing stories about David Tennant falling in love with me, I’d scroll AO3 until my fingers fell off.
Avasarala: assumes Holden will fail to broker peace between Belter settlers and an Earth corp on Ilus/New Terra, thus discouraging more people from colonizing new planets
Jim: hold my beer
GENEVA—Attending a conference to discuss alarming new data on rising sea levels, a weary group of top climatologists suddenly halted their presentation Friday, let out a long sigh, and stated that the best thing anyone can do at this point is just try to enjoy the next couple decades as much as possible. “You know what, guys? Just go out there and have a good time—don’t worry about any of this,” said climate scientist Annalisa Feldt who tore in half the report she had compiled and suggested everyone consider traveling to a place they’ve never been before, or taking up a pastime they’ve always imagined might be fun. “Go see a show. Join an intramural sports league. Learn a musical instrument. Have more sex. Try skiing, if you never have, although that’s one you’d better do within the next five years or so.” Reiterating the need for people to live it up while they still can, the climatologists announced that if anyone was interested in joining them, they would be skipping the remainder of the conference to get completely shit-faced at the nearest bar.
take up swimming
You can tell a lot about a person based on the wear on their keyboard.
If the spacebar has a smooth circle in the center, they’re a writer.
If the WASD keys are worn out, they’re a PC gamer.
If the Z key has been burrowed through the keyboard to form a hole through the desk, they’re an artist.
person: hey mischief how do you keep your fandom experience positive
me, barricaded behind a layer of mutuals who post stuff i like, buried under a horde of blacklisted tags and blocked blogs, looking at my laptop through a solar eclipse viewer and wearing giant fluffy earmuffs, one of which i gingerly lift away from my head: what?
i hate when apps know that i’m screenshotting something. when i screenshot something, that’s me acting outside your realm of understanding, app. i am beyond what you consider the observable universe. you’re not supposed to perceive me. we don’t know when god screenshots the earth. we don’t know when he’s like, “okay i’m just gonna take a pic in case i ever want to add dinosaurs back to something later and don’t remember how.” and if we did, we wouldn’t act all smug about it like, “hey, you wanna share that post? you could just click here to share it.” no, man. you didn’t catch me. i screenshotted this for my own reasons. what’s next? i can’t take a photo of my computer screen with my phone out of laziness without being shamed by the printer i don’t own?
further adventures in freelancing
2016 is like a montage of news footage you see in the beginning of a post-apocalyptic movie explaining how the world was ruined.
Why does cooking take like six hours but eating it takes only six seconds and washing dishes takes at least six years.
when you and your best friend are silently judging someone
This website right now can literally be summed up in a picture
more specifically
this picture
