WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

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"Why would anyone want to go into the atmospheres of gas giants in a space exploration game" because that's where the space whales live. Obviously.

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine!

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What is it about anonymously poking fun at others and making them feel shitty for what they enjoy/have created that is enjoyable for people? Does toxicity and negativity really make you feel better? Does it make you smile? Do you enjoy seeing a small fandom dwindling because the members no longer feel welcome?

Everyone who creates and contributes to the HL fandom in any positive way should feel so proud of themselves for helping to bolster the community. A nice comment on a post or a reblog with gushing tags means so much.

Nothing nice to say? Keep your miserable thoughts to yourself.

It's easy to say to 'just block' a blog or tags, but you're delusional if you think an obviously targeted post won't make its way back to that person. People talk.

The lack of empathy is astounding.

"Yes, sir. Cooking, cleaning, moving the heavier equipment and tending to medical needs. However I might be of assistance." He paused and tilted his head at the question, mannerisms as human as possible. "How did any of us get here, captain? Through creation in one form or in another." He supposed it wasn't quite what was meant, but he didn't know truly how he had gotten here. Only that he'd woken here ready to serve humanity to the best of his ability. "Generally, I would report to the foreman, but I'm afraid his skull was cracked when the strike breakers came in. Unless... you're here to give me a new directive." He rather hoped that might be the case as he'd be lost without someone in command. Stepping from the cell was -as the humans were so fond of saying- as if a weight off of his shoulders.

"Not a dent, sir. The miners on the other hand didn't fare quite as well when the strike breakers came in." As it turned out humans tended to be quite squishy when struck by batons. "I do hope they're alright." A shame that it had to come to violence, and he had not been able to negotiate a peaceful end to the strike. But the damage was done and well past by now. "I'm quite ready to return to work." He felt a bit 'stir-crazy' as humans called it. There was so much work to be done. The ship must be terribly filthy without him taking care of the upkeep. Oh, he shuddered at the very thought of the dust bunnies building.

i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here's what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back

Send ‘☂’ to be stuck inside with my muse during a storm.

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