polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

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And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

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0ptimummm:

Today this girl in class looked different because she had straightened her hair and I told her it was so pretty and straight and she goes “unlike me”. So me thinking that she has bad self esteem, I say “don’t say that. You’re pretty.” To which she replies “oh no, im pretty. I’m just not straight.” And I shit you not my stomach still hurts from laughing too hard.

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itriedthatonceitwasabadmove:

basileus-omniworks:

misha-bawlins:

This drink I like it. Another!

I love how quickly he readjusts to the culture so foreign to him. Like, he does not even protest or try to explain this is how it’s done in Asgard so it’s how it SHOULD be done because he’s a mighty god and stuff. He’s just like “but I… oh I see smashing mugs is not a custom here. I’m sorry I won’t do it again :( “

A lot of people could learn from this.

^ How to be a traveler and not a tourist

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therewasagirlwhowantedtofly:

mira-of-sassgard:

starsdontlietome:

teamfreekickass:

Females of tumblr Please explain this As a man the endless question of “why is this a thing?” Will never cease to plague me.

Boyfriend usually means “not shaped for waist and hips”/”not tight”Boyfriend shirt = shirt with straight (not curved for waist) seamsBoyfriend jeans = baggy straight jeans. Probably STILL WITHOUT POCKETS

I am female and I didn’t even know that

Basically, it’s supposed to feel like you’ve stolen your boyfriend’s clothes, except they actually fit you and you don’t have to have a boyfriend to wear these.

therewasagirlwhowantedtofly:

mira-of-sassgard:

starsdontlietome:

teamfreekickass:

Females of tumblr
Please explain this
As a man the endless question of “why is this a thing?” Will never cease to plague me.

Boyfriend usually means “not shaped for waist and hips”/”not tight”
Boyfriend shirt = shirt with straight (not curved for waist) seams
Boyfriend jeans = baggy straight jeans. Probably STILL WITHOUT POCKETS

I am female and I didn’t even know that

Basically, it’s supposed to feel like you’ve stolen your boyfriend’s clothes, except they actually fit you and you don’t have to have a boyfriend to wear these.

(via 23stars)

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