Soreth @Soreth@awoo.space
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Rare coastal dragoness, often found by sunny sea cliffs. Nonbinary but fairly femme-leaning. If you're under 18 don't follow.
Joined Jun 2017
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Science fiction shows need easy less humanoid aliens.
Get some bird people on yer fuckin' bridge.
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i have no idea what the temperature of this take is but it's uspol
Just did taxes (honestly). Have already done more for the good of the country than some in political office will ever do.
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Ghostbusters (2016) (+)
so you know how Chris Hemsworth’s character is obviously Thor Odinson cosplaying his idea of a regular human being? well, remember who he’s working for
there’s no *way* Holtzmann didn’t notice her lab bench lighting up like a Christmas tree when he walked in (heck, she probably already knows him from the hide-and-seek tournament)
so either she’s just being cool and not outing him to the professional supernatural-ologists, or they also noticed the Actual God in the room and decided it would be hilarious to play along
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Thread on this study and what it might mean: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5944393/
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:verified:
Stardust
Boost if you are made of stardust
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Normalize Having A Tail IRL
long I guess (mh, trauma, sui mention ---~)
It takes almost nothing at all. A stray thought in the shower, and suddenly I'm right back then and there and he's in front of me somehow and I'm yelling in my head at him, "DEATH WOULD HAVE BEEN KINDER" and suddenly I realize my mouth is actually moving and I've been saying that out loud too. I don't even know how loud. I can't remember if I said the rest out loud - "couldn't you have killed me instead?" I might have. I don't know. I don't think anybody else is home and I don't know if that's good or bad now.
I'm okay. I'm not okay. I have never been okay and I won't be okay until this is all over and completed somehow with some resolution I can't even imagine, and I've also been okay the entire time because I'm stronger than what he can do to me.
I'm crying and that's okay, and I'm practicing mindfulness like I'm supposed to because _this too shall pass_ and February is almost over and we're moving closer to the time of the year I can start to hope again. And I've made it almost to another Spring, it's close enough that I can believe it'll come, see it coming.
Four years ago I found it utterly impossible to believe I'd still be alive in six weeks, much less six months. I felt like I'd already made my exit in all but deed, and was just waiting out the clock until I couldn't resist it anymore. It felt inevitable.
There are things I can't even remember about that first year afterward... conversations, confessions, important times with people, where it's all just _gone_. I can't remember anything about important things. Sometimes a general shape of the way events went... But I do remember deliberately building in steps to prevent myself from leaving on my own terms, barriers to keep myself from ever getting to that point. They're all still in place.
Am I just talking myself through by reminding myself that the worst already happened and the worst part of the worst is something I've already survived?
I don't know. I'm still here. I'm still working on connecting myself to people and things and building reasons to still be here, so that if I'm ever that low again I will still have ties that bind me that I am unable to slip through.
But it takes so little sometimes for me to flash back to feeling so awful, so wretched, that it seems like it would have been better to have simply died the moment before I realized the depths of his betrayal.
It passes. I'm already moving out of feeling that way and into better territory. But I am so tired of this. I am so tired of having to fight, and so tired of having to build my life around surviving him.
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Please boost this toot if you also are an irl animal people and sleep with a tiny plush version of yourself
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Goddamn that was a good game session... So glad I've still got it
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This is just to say
I have eaten
the roses
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for Valentine's
Forgive me
they were delicious
so red
and so cold
Why the hell were you keeping them in the icebox anyway? Use a vase.
These "roses" poems
Find new expression
As several dozen people
Toy with rhyme progression.
. . .
Burma Shave.
Poems are read
This verse is doggerel
Instead of a kid
You should adopt a cockerel
Roses are gray
Violets are puce
Did you fuck with the color space?
Please load the calibration strip again
What's the difference between someone with a cordyceps infection and an Assassin's Creed protagonist?
No punchline here, I just want to know.
red [planet] rover, come over, come over (reflections, ~~)
When I was much much younger, starting toward making the transition from young child toward teenager, I was the sort of person who read a lot of science fiction but had almost stopped reading fantasy, because "that's not real and I like real things." I'm familiar with what my own thoughts would have been at that age about Opportunity.
"Who cares? It's a tool that broke. It's just some wires and circuits, it's just a machine."
That I did not grow up to be that sort of person owes itself to a lot of things - a multitude of interactions with people who taught me the value of things that weren't strictly speaking true, several really good books, and a slowly-dawning awareness that some of the things that I wanted most would never be within my grasp. The person I was then would have been stunned that I'm tearing up whenever I read a tribute to our brave little rover, the little probe that could.
I'm really really glad I didn't grow up to be that person, and I can recognize that one of the constants of our world has stopped being constant - a little signpost of infinity has gone missing.
The seasons come and go but they're always there. Pharrell Williams doesn't age as the years go on because of the painting in his cellar. The waves roll up the beach forever. Capitalism is still bad. The stars in the sky still burn and twinkle when we look up to them. Two hundred gigameters away, there was a space probe trundling over the rocks and dust that had been running for so long that we _forgot it could stop doing that_.
Godspeed, Opportunity. We'll come visit you someday. I don't think you'd want to come back to Earth, I think you'd prefer that we stayed there with you. But we'll come for you. Sleep well, and when you wake again there will be others around you to celebrate your deeds.
You meant countless things to countless people, and the universe is a lesser thing now without you roaming around. Until we meet again, sweet rover.
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The Opportunity rover’s final message from Mars was “My battery is low and it is getting dark.”
😭😭😭
NO I’M NOT CRYING OVER A SPACE ROBOT SHUT UP
Oh. Oh jeez. I just... yeah. Haha. I just figured out why I like Assassin's Creed games this much. I get to be an ambush predator via gameplay.
...Also now that there's been enough sequels that I don't have to feel shitty for it being one of That Monster's favorite series. That helps a lot too. Playing as Ezio... never felt great.
So wait, Assassin's Creed games just let you control a bird now and fly through the sky?
I'm confused. Why am I running around killing people when I could just be flying through ancient lands and preening myself on top of their monuments.
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- She/They
Rare coastal dragoness, often found by sunny sea cliffs. Nonbinary but fairly femme-leaning. If you're under 18 don't follow.
Joined Jun 2017
