Transformers, Memes, Politics

Pretend this post is the coronavirus.

If you see this on your dash, just reblog it.

The great Area 51 raid.

A lot of people are going to be using “RIP” and all derivatives to honor Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

Please don’t. “RIP” is a christian honorific. RBG was a strong JEWISH woman.

ZT"L is the best honorific to use for her. It is the abbreviation for the honorific used for righteous people in Jewish spaces. It translates to “may the memory of the righteous be a blessing.”

A lot of Jewish people are taking time away from Tumblr to celebrate Rosh Hashana, the Jewish new year.

hi i’m in the business of designing helms for alien Mandalorians because lucasarts is full of cowards

- Togruta

- Nautolan

- Quarren

Most species are still delighted. But we are the Bybleotekar, the recorders of the spaceways, and we have begun to wonder. Our merry companions are… not different, but too much the same. They understand so readily, accept so quickly - most new species have trouble adjusting to dealing with aliens, to the realities of space travel, to the sheer bigness of the universe. But the humans are so adaptable, so ready for it all, they might be remembering something they’ve forgotten, not learning something new. 

Some of us, the Izaslanik of the Bybleotekar, the gatherers of information for the record keepers, began encouraging humans to join us, that we might study them more closely. They like the work - they are a curious species, delighting in new knowledge, and they make able assistants. My human companion is named Mira, a young female. She is a good companion, who sings sweetly and laughs often. 

When Mira struck the first blow against what I thought I knew of the universe, against illusions soon to shatter that I had thought were truth, we were attending the coronation of a lesser Netar of the Kktil, recording the customs and ceremonies and unofficially enjoying the colourful celebrations. Mira was watching the dancing, her mouth widened in a ‘smile’. “It’s so pretty,” she said, her hairless face sheened with sweat under the hot sun. “I love the turquoise jewellery.” She pointed to the bright blue stones that bedecked the dancers. “I should buy some. Our homeworld doesn’t have any turquoise, you know. Only a few pieces we brought with us when we came.” 

It takes me a little while to understand what she said. It is only later, during the feasting, that I turn to her again. “You said your homeworld doesn’t have turquoise. Only… what you brought with you. Do you mean turquoise you have bought offworld, since you joined the spaceways?” 

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