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hey, sorry to all the peeps/non-peeps this one is keeping on read.

dad died.

dealing with that, this one is in an okay place, just gotta do some hard stuff and just.... don't have the spoons

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Mech pilots as a chronic illness metaphor. I would kill the world for you. I need you to help me out of the cockpit. I swear I’m still every bit as useful to you as I was before. We’re going to need to add another drug to the cocktail. You won’t leave me when I finally wash out, right? I don’t get to be normal anymore. I would kill the world for you. I hope I get to try.

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The wolf is so done with the fox’s bs 😂

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Gazing into the yawning maw of the megastructure should be intimidating, right? But that cavernous interior is bright and breezy. Windows tall as skyscrapers let sunlight bathe a bustling town of sub-structures. It smells like community. We still don't know who built the place. But it feels safe.

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Embrace the Mechanical 🫠

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The Company of Wolves (1984) dir. Neil Jordan

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Pilot Dick Truly reviews teletype printout, STS-2

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"I'm 46. When am I gonna be Moon Queen?" "Princess, your mother is doing a great job keeping taxes low and grass mowed. We're not ready to take risks on such a young woman. It's simply not the right time yet."

Moon Princess Mystical Fuck-Fuck had heard this many times before. Every birthday, ever since she was six, she would go ask her mother, the Moon Queen, about a succession plan. When Moon Princess Mystical Fuck-Fuck was young, the Moon Queen would promise her every year that the power of empire and the glories of battle were just about to be hers.

Later, in her thirties, those childish explanations simply faded, and were replaced by an ignored text and the occasional link to articles on the Moonbook page of Moon 24-Hour News about how monsters were destroying the economy. The Moon needed strong leadership until this crisis was over. Moon Princess Mystical Fuck-Fuck began to suspect that the Moon Queen was not actually ready to trust her daughter with the Moon Queen Sceptre and Moon Queen Crown Thing. Certainly, her assistant did all the talking now, patiently explaining how complex running a lunar dictatorship is and how she shouldn't worry her head about it.

Still, Moon Princess Mystical Fuck-Fuck was very busy, all the time, fighting monsters that the Moon Queen identified as being dangerous to the happiness and health of the Moon Empire. I'm sure they have their reasons, she figured, while using her Magical Rusty Chunk of Just Barely Sharpened Rebar to behead a monster that steals soccer balls from children and drinks their tears. It would be nice if they would hire some help to chop monster heads. Or pay me enough to afford a Moon House.

One day, while trying to negotiate a chore schedule with the nine other Moon Warriors who lived with her in a four bedroom apartment, Moon Princess Mystical Fuck-Fuck snapped. It came from somewhere deep inside her, like one of those toy rubber tongue toys you had as a kid and kept stretching and stretching until it broke. Moon Princess Mystical Fuck-Fuck went on a rampage.

"YOU FUCKS SHOULDN'T HAVE LAWNS ON THE FUCKING MOON," Moon Princess Mystical Fuck-Fuck screamed at the top of her lungs while destroying a garden centre and punching any cop that so much as made eye contact with her. "DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING DRY IT IS HERE?"

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i need to be lured in like you're trying to adopt a stray cat off the street

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"cuttlefish feeding" (source)

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how did a woman manage to date elvira for 19 years and not tell every single person she knows