
Fifty thousand year of human modernity has led up to the moment we’ve created a complex, free-running robot and then got it to slip and fall on a fucking banana peel so we could laugh at it.
I am so so glad to be alive in this age.
CREATOR W HY
but what if they were space pirates

Fifty thousand year of human modernity has led up to the moment we’ve created a complex, free-running robot and then got it to slip and fall on a fucking banana peel so we could laugh at it.
I am so so glad to be alive in this age.
CREATOR W HY
queeniebroccolini
replied to your post “even though I successfully avoided it when it first came out, thanks…”
i’m laughing at your pain
;__; of course you are
THIS IS AN OLD ASK AND I’M SORRY but I did want to share pictures of the crown jewel of my Useless Museum Giftshop Junk collection


IT’S A MINIATURE RECYCLING BIN
THE WHEELS TURN AND EVERYTHING
even though I successfully avoided it when it first came out, thanks to roadtripping I now have a terribly chronic case of earworm with taylor swift’s bad blood WHICH WOULD BE BAD ENOUGH but whatever fucking neurons were responsible for this shit managed to substitute “pancakes” for “bandaids” and the malaphorism “pancakes don’t fix bullet holes” has been on constant Brain Radio repeat for like three days

potentially. however, no one in the history of google image search has ever done this, and for that I think we can all be grateful
even though I successfully avoided it when it first came out, thanks to roadtripping I now have a terribly chronic case of earworm with taylor swift’s bad blood WHICH WOULD BE BAD ENOUGH but whatever fucking neurons were responsible for this shit managed to substitute “pancakes” for “bandaids” and the malaphorism “pancakes don’t fix bullet holes” has been on constant Brain Radio repeat for like three days
WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: THE INTERNATIONAL WIZARDING SPACE ACADEMY [more] [x, x]
It is no secret that magic folk do not deal with the likes of muggle technology, for what could these mundane trinkets accomplish that magic could not? Although this sentiment has echoed across continents and generations, even the most stubborn could not resist the peculiarities of our universe as muggle space exploration advanced far beyond our solar system. The inkling of an idea for a wizarding space program started with a group of fanatical astronomy students, who created their own wizarding radio programme to recount and enthuse over man’s expeditions into the mystery of space. Although the programme gained a substantial amount of loyal listeners, it is not until a movement to adapt technology to magical environments succeeded in America that the possibility for advances in wizarding space science beyond rudimentary astronomy courses became a reality. It would take decades and countless classified meetings between presidents and ministers of wizarding and muggle territories to establish an academy that would benefit both muggle and wizarding sciences. Many renowned magical theorists were brought on board in the early days to research, adapt, and establish magical practices in technological and alien environments. Now, the academy offers a range of courses such as planetary herbology, wizardry and interstellar travel, and elemental transfiguration. Although the academy, much like space exploration itself, is still very much in its early days, students and professors alike are already pushing magic far beyond what was previously thought possible. A new dawn in space exploration is sure to come. But for now, per aspera, ad astra.
This is the place of the carnivores, the pool ringed with sundews and the fat funnels of the pitcher plants.
This is the place where the ground never dries out and the loblolly pines grow stunted, where the soil is poor and the plants turn to other means of feeding themselves.
This is the place where the hairstreak butterflies flow sleekly through the air and you can hear insect feet drumming inside the bowl of the pitcher plants.
This is the place where the old god came to die.
He came in the shape of the least of all creatures, a possum. Sometimes he was a man with a long rat’s tail, and sometimes he was a possum with too–human hands. On two legs and four, staggering, with his hands full of mud, he came limping through the marsh and crawled up to the witchwoman’s porch.
‘Go back,’ she said, not looking up. She had a rocking chair on the porch and the runners creaked as she rocked. There was a second chair, but she did not offer it to him. ‘Go back where you came from.’
#these pictures were taken for you#they were made by a preservation society before various rebuilding works in the 1870s-80s#they wanted you – YOU – a future human to be able to see streets and places soon to be changed#and someone just invented photography#so they thought ‘they’ll want to see this: we could use photos’#so these are for you.enjoy#they’d like that ( @harrietvane )