cherryaire

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

my relationship with gender? we're divorced

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

abyssfemme

sadclowncentral

i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.

this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.

anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:

sadclowncentral

no you don't understand. i do international regulation of emerging technologies for a living. this WAS me stress dreaming about work

abyssfemme

feyosha

Computers are very simple you see we take the hearts of dead stars and we flatten them into crystal chips and then we etch tiny pathways using concentrated light into the dead star crystal chips and if we etch the pathways just so we can trick the crystals into doing our thinking for us hope this clears things up.

feyosha

How does it feel to be the most Galaxy Brained person in this entire thread

asteroidtroglodyte

Well that certainly belongs on the post

feyosha

why would this distress you friend the dead star crystal chips are just singing to each other with invisible ripples in the fabric of reality itself perfectly normal stuff

cicadapocalypse7

As some one in textiles and coding this makes me very happy

zippycat9

as someone in dead star crystal etching this pleases me

asteroidtroglodyte

Target audience!

daily-spooky

cripplywobblytimeywimey

spaceboytoy

Hello bisexual community

spaceboytoy

Begin killing

kuromi-hoemie

bisexual deployed

jay-in-a-crisis0

o3o-lapd-o3o

*after the events of the odyssey*

*telemachus and odysseus walking down to the docks, after odysseus said he'd go sailing with his son*

(listen the man had missed 20 years of his son's life, he could ask ody to dress in drag & do the hula and odysseus would already be shouting "LUAU" in a grass skirt before tele finished his sentence)

telemachus: i'm so excite- *looks ahead*

telemachus: *stops walking* oh no *sad noises*

odysseus: *still walking* what's wrong son?

telemachus: *points to the sea beyond ithaca's shores* poseidon must be angry today, look at the storm in the distance

odysseus: *looks ahead but without worry on his face* no need to worry, we can still go sailing, follow me

telemachus: *confused but follows his dad*

*both make it to the docks*

odysseus: you get started, i've just got something to do & then i'll join you on the ship

*telemachus hops on the ship and odysseus turns to face the sea*

odysseus: *red eyes activate* i'm. going. sailing. with . my. son.

*the sea storm dissipates in record speed*

odysseus: good.

odysseus: *red eyes deactivate*

odysseus: *turns to telemachus smiling like nothing happened* shall we go then?

telemachus: *happy but very confused*

telemachus: *mumbling to himself*what just happened?

jay-in-a-crisis0

Fuck you Poseidon, this man is going sailing with his son.

ricks-fallen-angel

damespock

i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom

snowdropskylark

hey so funny thing about this

sidskywrote

Can only accurately reblog this addition until November 25, 2024.

damespock

this website LOVES a damn time limit

ricks-fallen-angel

vitalinformations

shut up

allie-leth

This man is actually willy Wonka and he needs to be stopped. Someone needs to stop him. This is out of control.

techtranstrickery

Don’t forget this guy also teaches a Chocolate ShowStopper module at his academy

awbrainno

great-and-small

Saddest thing ever is reading an academic paper about a threatened or declining species where you can tell the author is really trying to come up with ways the animal could hypothetically be useful to humans in a desperate attempt to get someone to care. Nobody gives a shit about the animals that “don’t affect” us and it seriously breaks my heart

great-and-small

“No I can’t come out tonight I’m sobbing about this entomologist’s heartfelt plea for someone to care about an endangered moth”

bogleech

This is how I learn there's a moth whose tiny caterpillars live exclusively off the old shells of dead tortoises.

thepastisaroadmap

[Image description: text from a section titled On Being Endangered: An Afterthought that says:

Realizing that a species is imperiled has broad connotations, given that it tells us something about the plight of nature itself. It reminds us of the need to implement conservation measures and to protect the region of which the species is a part. But aside form the broader picture, species have intrinsic worth and are deserving of preservation. Surely an oddity such as C. vicinella cannot simply be allowed to vanish.

We should speak up on behalf of this little moth, not only because by so doing we would bolster conservation efforts now underway in Florida, [highlighting begins] but because we would be calling attention to the existence of a species that is so infinitely worth knowing. [end highlighting]

But is quaintness all that can be said on behalf of this moth? Does this insect not have hidden value beyond its overt appeal? Does not its silk and glue add, potentially, to its worth? Could these products not be unique in ways that could ultimately prove applicable?

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