Ya Ever Cosplay A Real Actual Satellite That’s Hurtling Through Space Right Now?

tubas and elephants are the same thing i think

Some weird bird noises that I hope will brighten your day.

and if yes pls respond/put in the tags with what you’re reading and whether or not you like it i need new books for the new year <3

What happened to Nine, Ten and Hubble??

Juice!!! I don't know if this is acceptable to ask, but what do you remember about nine, ten, and hubble? Do you remember just them?

.ohhhhhh boy do I have a little something for you.... first off! this is perfectly acceptable to ask, I love talking i will talk forever if you let me, second, please ask me about things you want to know about. i love filling people with information.

Nine, nine nine nine... boy oh boy. I remember Nine incredibly fondly.. so so fondly. they were never shy to ask questions or talk your ear off about anything that interested them. Nine picked this up from me i fear, afterall in my source what they were woken up to was me rambling about the similarities between football and the meaning of life itself, which, now looking back on it im pretty sure i was going insane, but thats fine we all have our moments up there. Nine was very loving and super duper willing to listen to anything youd want to yap about. Nine had an admiration for the savannah and liked to watch nature documentaries when they were bored. I do remember them freaking out about poaching/illegal hunting back in the day when it still happened when animals werent as protected as they were in the present (my present, in source). Nine was also fascinated about their sister, sometimes thinking about who was actually older and asking me what i thought, i think they came to the conclusion that ten was the older sister due to being more mature(??) i forgot the exact wording they used,. Nine was mentally about 13 when they first woke up, ten being mentally middle aged(?) actually. i dont know. she's mom friend to me.

Ten, i really liked hanging out with her, she was super comforting to me, dispite waking up a few hundered years after me, me and hubble tried our best to like, introduce her to the terrible life of living among the stars and being conceptually trapped forever, but she took it well and also like, stepped up. she was super responsible and always took the lead (when i wasnt fucking off LOL). She learned to open up and take down her walls, i liked the times she got careless and free and open, it gave me closure, made me feel? real almost. I dont know how to describe it but she was super important to me. thanks Ten for being number one. Hubble, uhhmmmm not much to say about Hubble, quiet, kept to himself often, shared pictures that were in UNGODLY large data files that made you nauseous when you opened them too fast, then youre BLASTED with like over 300 pictures of the same place on like, earth or something, got one(data pack full) of pluto and apparently it was so interesting that there were over 5000 pictures alone of the same fucking crater they thought was "geologically groundbreaking" whatever the hell that means. I remembered Hubble linking me random human articles that made no sense, of course i loved them but one of them was so incomprehensible that i had to spend a few days deciphering what the author COULD HAVE meant, i dont think i ever broke their heinous code of words but its fine im not too worried about it (i AM so worried about it. no one can replicate A SINGLE fucking word that was in that article.). Love my-in-source-hubble, thank you for being that autistic man that knows everything ever and if youre like "hey hubble whats (something he doesnt know)" and he gets anxious and starts researching like crazy then comes back after a few like weeks and goes "so, your question from last week, i did a little research and actually, did you know that-" and starts talking. i love my selective mutism boyfriend so much. someone get this guy a dictionary and an inhaler

"I don't know if anyone's told you this, but to be queer is to be unlimited. We don't have to be 'or'-- we can be 'and'. Isn't that magical? So, if you're queer and you're in this room: we love you and we thank you. If you're an ally and you're in this room: we love you and we thank you. If you're neither of those and you're in this room: you're in the wrong room."

alma mater society? I-hardly-know-'er-society!

Since some classes at my school don't let us use computers after exams I've started preparing for next round

Off the coast of Australia Macroctopus caught the shark, wrapped all its tentacles around it and soon released it. Most likely, he scraped all the parasites off her.

Intelligence isn't real. Locking in isn't real. Manifesting isn't real. Tryharding isn't real. Nobody has a divine feminine, or a love language, or a humoral temperament. Men aren't real. Women aren't real. The club is a projection. The world is not a hologram. There are no afterlives, sacred frequencies, or psychological archetypes. Your body is a temple but like, one of those Sumerian ones that was mainly for storing grain. Epicurus was right. Get it twisted and always be twisting it.