dont u wonder about the people on the other side of the enterprise who are just the janitors or some shit they never go on the bridge they have no idea whats going on
when the ship shakes they just think ‘goddammit kirk’
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| Mr. Feeny: | I am in dire need of someone to paint my shutters. |
|---|---|
| Corey: | Cool whats it pay? |
| Mr. Feeny: | Oh 5... |
| Corey: | Dollars!? Get a pulse! 5 bucks to paint all those? |
| Mr. Feeny: | 5 dollars a piece thats 5 times 2 shutters times 8 windows |
| Corey: | 5 times 2 times 8....whats that like 58 bucks? |
| Mr. Feeny: | 58 dollars it is....you are worth every inch of that C+ I gave you in math.... |
dont u wonder about the people on the other side of the enterprise who are just the janitors or some shit they never go on the bridge they have no idea whats going on
when the ship shakes they just think ‘goddammit kirk’
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*Googles big word before I fuck around and use it injudiciously*
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“beauty sleep” is such bullshit I sleep 12 hours a day and I still look like a trashcan
but a very cute trashcan
make all the other trashcan go BANGBANGCRASH
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She didn’t mean James Potter.
She meant Severus Snape.
(first quote: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Chapter Two: A Peck of Owls; second quote: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Chapter Thirty-Three: The Prince’s Tale)
I love that we’re still realising things/making connections 6 years later
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Visit Planet Earth Campaign by Bri Hand
Despite the possibility of literally one brajillion sentient lifeforms out there, we’ve so far discovered it’s pretty lonely in the big, cold Universe. And while our attempts at interstellar communication have sought to connect with extraterrestrials through the universal religion of science and mathematics, you’ve really got to wonder why we didnt play up our personal traits here on Serious Planet Earth: for instance, hot dogs. Everything recreated in Minecraft. Conga lines. The fact that David Bowie sometimes lives here. Bri’s ad campaign seeks to invigorate our languishing interstellar tourism industry by luring aliens in with some of Earth’s more amazing amenities (and hopefully the promise that we’re not going to autopsy them and show it on FOX). You can check out more assets of the campaign over at Bri’s website: secrethidingplaceofbrihand
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This is magnificent!
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Been playing around with an idea for a Sci Fi Dystopian story. Here’s the premise:
There’s a fictional world in which most of the species fits into one of two types, the “life givers” and the “non life givers.” The life givers are actually able to grow new life forms inside their body. The non life givers, or NLGs, have a small role in to play in the initial inception of the new life forms, but the life givers, LGs, turn their bodies into hosts for the new life form for almost a year, and use a considerable amount of their strength to nurture and grow the new life.
But, instead of revering the power of the LGs, the NLGs try to control and repress the LGs. There are committees and panels made up of primarily NLGs to decide the fate of the LGs. Despite the immense power the LGs posess in their bodies, or perhaps, because of it, the NLGs make laws that take away the LGs’ control of their own bodies. They dictate that the LGs have little or no say in when they create life, and they are not free to use their powerful bodies however they choose, but should instead adhere to a code established by NLGs.
Then, I guess, the LGs rise up and over power the NLGs to take control of their own bodies and lives, but I’m not sure. How do you think it should end?
how does one tell a boy that one likes him
I am a boy and have a foolproof plan for this:
- text them and start playing one of those 20q games
- if they start being a dodgy fella drop em
- if they ask “You like anyone?”
reply Yeah, you.- If they give you a negative reply sayin they dont like you back then just correct yourself to “*Yeah, you?”
dude that is genius
slow clappin’ it out.
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