all i can do is keep putting love into the universe
the spn drama could take a whole year to explain in the least so i’m good
Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops
thats right. TWO counts of meowing without a licence. AND purring under the influence
uhm actually saying “go touch grass” is really offense because some people are allergic to grass and you’re basically telling them to kill themselves via fjdjfhskdiewnaldkskjdjenw 10;8:!/&&/ snjdjdjdjebssk xdmdmw 7 (walked into an electric fence)
Hey, fellow space nerds, NASA just released its own free, zero-ad streaming service with all kinds of space-themed documentaries - and a few about Earth, too.
Owners: i don't know why my restaurant is failing. Chef Ramsey please help
Ramsey: hello i am Gordon Ramsay. How is the food
Owners: we have the best food
*food comes out*
Gordon: this is an alive rat
Owners: our customers love te alive rat. We have the best food. Every day they order the alive rat.
*dinner service*
Customer: oh my god this is an alive rat
Waitress: is everything okay?
Customer: no it's an alive rat
*food is sent back*
Owner: this has never happened before. Fuck you Gordon Ramsay you should just leave. People love the alive rat
*Gordon goes in the freezer*
Gordon: there are 25 molds unknown to science. The rats have set up a lab to study them. Blimey. Scientist rats. They've unionized.
*later*
Gordon: your food is bad
Owner: no!!!!!!!!
Gordon: yes
Owner: oh my god our food is bad
*remodel, menu change*
Owner: oh my god Gordon Ramsay you saved my life thank you so much
Gordon: promise never to serve alive rats again, yeah?
Owner: yes of course
*end of episode*
Gordon: ratatouille ammirite? *He walks away chuckling*
End card: the restaurant was shut down three months later because they went back to serving alive rats.
gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining
because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe
and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us— we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them
and then
we built robots?
and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image
and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone
but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?
the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.
and they told us to tell you hello.
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