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19 - he/her/zec

This is for the Spamton folks who don't do the acid theory (like me, I don't do that):

Spamton was compressed and had some data corrupt or replaced with spaghetti code. Hence his differences from the other addisons.

Thank you for listening.

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Keep seeing pronoun positivity posts is about he/they and she/theys. That's cool and all but this one's for the she/hes. If you're a she/he I love you and you can take as much mint as you want from our garden

Is this a positivity post or a secret cry for help? OP, how bad is the mint situation?

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It's both the mint situation is fucking severe

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”

—Oscar Wilde

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Oscar Wilde WAS gay and he DID suck dicks but “love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling” is not about oral sex. It is not even erotic.

Here’s the rest of the quote. It’s from De Profundis:

“Most people live for love and admiration. But it is by love and admiration that we should live. If any love is shown us we should recognise that we are quite unworthy of it. Nobody is worthy to be loved. The fact that God loves man shows us that in the divine order of ideal things it is written that eternal love is to be given to what is eternally unworthy. Or if that phrase seems to be a bitter one to bear, let us say that everyone is worthy of love, except him who thinks that he is. Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling, and Domine, non sum dignus should be on the lips and in the hearts of those who receive it.”

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Whilst we are all talking about colonialism in the wake of the queen's death, please note that colonisation is not actually a thing of the past, and it is still actively being forced on indigenous people in countries that were stolen by the english. The genocide of cultural heritage is ongoing.

One such example is the attempted destruction of Djab Warrung heritage sites in Victoria, Australia. The local indigenous community and their allies have spent five years trying to protect sacred sites and songlines that the Victorian Government wants, very very badly, to destroy. The government has succeeded in destroying one of the sites, but the battle isnt lost yet and there is still a lot left to protect. The defenders have put their own lives on hold for five years to try and save what little of their cultural heritage remains.

There is an upcoming court battle and a bunch of other costs.

i took the liberty of combining all of the reaction memes people have been posting since they all fit too well

I'd like to see a future archeologist try to make sense of this image out of context.

i looove dragon names you meet a dragon in your adventures and he tells you his name is the great pontiferusexhilstrax of the crystalline valley and you just have to accept that. breath attack breath attack breath attack breath attack breath attack

Meanwhile real historical dragon names are just… Big Worm. Big Yawner. Big Mouth. Paw Worm. Cityname. Mountain Stump. Salted Meat.

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those are just what humans call them. Ask a Big Yawner his real name and he’ll be SO touched that a visitor finally cared enough to know that he is Vraxagladrionne XII of the Weeping Spire breath attack breath attack breath atta

Hide the Object

Humans are very sneaky when it comes to hiding objects, even using their own body to do so. Can you imagine how horrified aliens would be if humans hid objects inside their bodies?

.  .  .

The leader of the archaeological team looked around at his team. They were hiding from the pirates, but they would soon be discovered. “If the pirates find these stones a vital piece of this planet’s history will be lost.”

“Back up is coming, right?” The lone human asked.

The leader nodded. “Yes, but they will not arrive in time.”

“Don’t worry, I got this!” The human said. He grabbed the small pebble like things and put them in his mouth.

The crew did not have long to freak out as the pirates arrived and there was a fight.

After the rescue team arrived and the pirates were dealt with the human spat the stones into his hand. Everyone recoiled in disgust.

“How!” the leader demanded.

“I just kept them in my cheeks,” the human replied.

“How! You spoke normally and even fought!”

“Dude, I have kids. I have to be good at hiding things in my cheeks if I want to snack in piece.”

.  .  .

Specialty Retrieval was interesting with a human. They seemed to have no appreciation for danger. And they were crazy.

The pair had successfully found the chip they were assigned to retrieve and taken it without being located. However, they had a problem. It would soon be discovered that the chip was missing.

“They will do a strip search,” the alien partner said. “We will need to hide the chip and come back for it later.”

“I have a better idea,” the human said. She pulled out a little rubber baggie, put the chip in it and sealed it closed. She took a big drink of water, put the baggie in her mouth, and swallowed it.

“What have you done!” the partner demanded. Had the human lost her mind!

“Relax,” the human said. “The rubber will protect the chip from my stomach acid-”

The alien paled at those words.

“-and the chip is like the size of my thumb nail, so it’ll pass through my digestive track just fine. We’ll get it back by tomorrow.” She smiled brightly.

The alien wanted to bag his head on the wall.

(They survived the strip search, made it off the planet, and did get the chip back the next day)

.  .  .

The five teammates stared at the little statue. It was small, fitting in a human’s palm, but it was big enough that it wouldn’t be easy to hide. How were they going to get it out? They would surely be searched when it was discovered missing, and they wouldn’t be able to leave the planet for another planetary cycle and a half!

The two humans looked at each other. Both seemed apprehensive, which put the rest of the team on edge. If something scared a human, it had to be bad.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Human Steve asked Human James.

Human James nodded grimly. “Rock, Paper, Scissors?”

The aliens stared at the humans has they held out their fists, counted to three, and then made shapes. Human Steve looked at his hand and then swore.

“Sorry bud,” Human James said.

“Give me the statue, and then everyone turned around,” Human Steve said, looking very unhappy.

Confused, but trusting their teammate the three aliens did to. Human James also turned around. They waited in tense silence.

“Okay, we’re good,” Human Steve said.

The four turned around. The statue was gone.

“Where… is the statue?” the team leader asked.

Human Steve grimaced. “You don’t want to know.”

(After they were back at base Human Steve insisted on washing the statue very well and many times before he gave it back)