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a lot of media assumes robots would be immortal but i think its a lot more interesting to explore robots dealing with their parts wearing down and battery life shortening and all the horrible little failings that come with being a complicated machine. sure they can replace parts but you'd assume you cant completely ship of theseus them, or it'd have pretty big rammifications on their sense of identity. idk. give me robots with distinct, unique signs of aging. as a treat.

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they should invent a bus that never gets stuck in traffic because it's on its own path separated from the roads. and then chain multiple of them together and put it on rails. has anyone had this idea before.

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two bros, both alike in sexuality

in a hot tub, where we lay our scene

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“chat” “gang” “guys” i say as i talk to myself

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It was cocky and overconfident to call the Titanic "unsinkable" but one thing that's overlooked is that she was genuinely really, unusually solid. She could float even with 4 compartments fully flooded, which even a lot of modern day ships can't do.

And it's not like they were wrong about her being solid! Olympic, her identical sister ship, survived being torpedoed and then running over the U-Boat that fired that torpedo. Those ships were solid.

It's very clear that absolutely no other ship in 1912 would have been able to survive that collision, and it's a testament to the quality of the ship that she didn't sink in a few minutes Empress of Ireland style. Part of what makes the Titanic such a tragic story is that it isn't a group of rich idiots locking themselves in a shoddy iron barrel to go 4km underwater. It was 2200 people, most of whom were poor immigrants, on a reliable ship on a commonly-made journey, and then something went horribly, unpredictably wrong.

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hot girls have $4 in their bank account

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One of my favourite customer interactions

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"found family" no these are simply my fellow hostages

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Every time someone takes a pic of my latte art I wanna kiss them on the mouth

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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it's a depressing app but I still use it everyday

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MY LOVE (ao3) HAS GONE TO WAR( been taken down for matentance) AND I DONT KNOW WHEN SHE SHALL RETURN (couple hours probs).

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citationless behavior

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i love over-analyzing media as much as the next person but sometimes you just have to be like well the reason it happens like that is because someone wrote it that way. because they needed something to happen for plot reasons.

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ma'am, I'm going to place you on a brief hold while I look for a reaction image

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I'm a barista on a college campus, and we love to witness our customers

we have a regular that always orders 2 shots with just a splash of 2%, enough to cool it. no lid. no sleeve. - he's one of the sweetest old men I've ever met, always reminded me of the grandpa in the 3rd spy kids movie, after he takes the pill and runs on the moon; this man always has gallons of pep in his step. whenever we see him coming, one person gets the register, the other heads to make the drink, always having it ready before he's done paying (his chip doesn't work, but he always tries the three times before the machine makes him swipe. during these interactions, we've talked about the most miniscule things such as the weather, or other times whatever has been on my mind

we have another regular that's such a jolly guy. one year we had advertised our new peppermint syrup, and he had began regularly ordering a peppermint cappuchino, 2 or 3 times a week. come the end of the season, we took down the signs, and when he came in on a slow day, he had only ordered a cappuchino. 'no peppermint?' I said already stepping back to add the syrup. he had mentioned being worried that we would judge him for ordering peppermint in february, you might as well add it. over time he became a well-known face. the other day was the last day we were open before we close for the summer, and a few if us talked with him about having not seen him in a while (he actually walked through the building but right past, we were devastated), and we shared that he's one of our favorite regulars. he made his congratulations to the graduating seniors, and mentioned that he would miss us, but was also jokingly grumble about having to get used to new baristas, especially ones who encourage his summer peppermint habits. he's so pure and kind. a few things about him remind me of my greatest friend. also he always has the same reusable cup, and I always fill it just over the edge with foam.

there's a girl thay asked for matcha and lemonade one day, after tapping around on the screen for a bit to figure out how to charge her, and went about making her drink. after she left, we all talked about her order and decided wr had to try it. it was amazing (I also recommend adding blackberry and/or lavender). a few weeks later, we had to add it to our spring specials, "lucky lemonade". the next time she came in, I made sure to point out that she was legendary, that time, and everytime after that, everyone on should took part in making her drink. one time we turned it into a five person job. she has the biggest smile and a stunning laugh.

theres an older professor who always brings the cutest little mug, usually handmade and a gift, almost never the same one. she always changes her order mid sentence, and we're all happy to stand and chat with her while we work. she always has something funny to say, and a smile just as big as matcha lemonade. one year, she saw that we had paper boats all over the place, so she brought us origami papers. under our menu screens, we have a sedge of cranes hanging with floss (stolled from our store for this purpose.

she doesn't come in anymore, but for three years, every tuesday and thursday of spring term this woman would come in. it was obvious she was a professor, and she didn't always stop, sometimes she was running late and rushed by. when she did stop she would always get chamomile tea, and it got to a point where I would start steeping it when I saw her in line, so it was ready when she came to pay. one year, I was taking an art class that visited all the different art studios on campus for basic introductions. she was a photography professor, and I was in the group that stayed late to keep taking pictures and using the dark room. at some point in the class, she asked where we had met, and I told her I remembered her and her order. the next spring when she would come in, I would still have her order ready, but we would chat a little while she ordered.

tell me something soft

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Yes, ao3 dying in our arms on this terrible evening is catastrophic but i think it's hilarious how 20k people just log into tumblr to share their sorrows. Like little orphans at a shelter