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sci fi is about one thing and one thing only.....actors throwing themselves around a room to simulate the ship being hit

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Hey in middle earth is there any ecological consequences for those big fuckin eagles

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walking for an hour is a such factory reset for when you want to kill yourself shoes on coat on hands in your pockets and keep it moving playa

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Knitting, 2021 - by Joseph Ford, English

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military recruiter: so what got you guys interested in the marine corps

enormous horde of hagfish, ispods and bottom-feeding crustaceans: oh. uh. is that how you pronounce it

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One of my favorite things about Put Baby In Pelican Mouth is that not only does the pelican have the intelligence necessary to speak human language but also knows how to lie, suggesting it has a theory of mind, yet not enough to understand that no one is going to put baby in pelican mouth.

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We don't talk enough about the implications of the annual Thanksgiving presidential turkey pardon

The thing that the turkey is getting pardoned /from/ is being Thanksgiving dinner, the thing the turkey is being pardoned for is a mystery. What are turkeys' crime that gives them the death penalty unless pardoned mr president? Is being a turkey an inherent crime? They were nearly the national bird!

Also, after a turkey attacked a president during the pardon ceremony, the turkeys that will be pardoned in the future are bred and raised to be docile and calm in front of large crowds and next to the potus, indicating that birds can be artificially selected to be genetically capable of being legally freed from their original sin of being born a turkey

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one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence "The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon." no. that's boring. "The sun was honey-bright that afternoon" however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if "honey-bright" is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.

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writing tip #3693:

no one cares how many times you use the dialogue tag "said" but use "gargled" TWELVE TIMES and suddenly it's a problem

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That's no moon. Oh wait. Yes it is.

This is a photo of Mars, taken before dawn by our Perseverance rover, and that tiny dot in the sky is Deimos, the smaller of Mars' two moons. Deimos is much, much smaller than Earth's Moon: it's about 9 by 7 by 6.8 miles (15x12x11 km) in size. Because it's so tiny, its gravitational forces make it more of a lump than a sphere.

Because it was taken at night with a long exposure time, this image of the Martian night sky is a little more grainy than other photos we've received from our Perseverance and Curiosity rovers

Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech

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I think it would be really fucking funny to write a piece of fiction set entirely in real life but using lazy fantasy worldbuilding talk. I gather coin* for the road west** - I will need it to enter the Capital.***

* two quarters and two dimes

** Interstate 64

*** Richmond, Virginia

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Mary, intend to live it.

“TELL ME, WHAT IS IT YOU PLAN TO DO WITH YOUR ONE WILD AND PRECIOUS LIFE?”

~ Mary Oliver

I plan on washing my sheets, cooking pasta, and cleaning broken glass off the kitchen floor quickly lest it cut up any little feet. I plan on eating peaches in the summer and oysters only in months that end in -er because that’s what my mother taught me. | plan on making lovers out of poetry and poetry out of lovers. I plan to eat tomato salad with salt, oil, and hot French bread while my cousin regales me with her stories. I will swallow the bitterness of missing entire years together. I plan to say bless you when someone sneezes. Excuse me when I pass them by. I plan to forgive —even the people who don’t deserve it. I plan on giving loneliness a warm place in my bed when I need her. I plan on hosting dinner parties and listening to my friend’s laughter in the half-light of evening. I plan on sending the letter. I plan on falling in love often. Often, with the wrong people, which will make the right one’s love go down like milk and honey. I plan on making mistakes, making love, getting sunburnt, and still basking in the sunlight. What is it I plan to do with my one wild and precious life?

Mary, intend to live it.

— Margaux I. Paul, "Unsent Letters" (Brenna Beeson-Breithaupt, October 17, 2019) (via Last Tambourine)