I love how majestic the bald eagle looks from the side
but from straight on it just looks scared and confused
Writing is weird.
One minute you are telling a story.
The next minute you are researching the average amount of snowfall Edinburgh gets.
or how to kill someone with a piece of barbed wire and a tomato
Or how much force it takes to dent a human skull with a can of Pepsi.
what the hell are you guys writing?
can you imagine how amazing and mindblowing it would be to meet people who’ve lived for generations on a continent you didn’t know existed, full of food you’ve never tasted and weather you’ve never experienced, and who have languages and religions and cultures that aren’t in any way influenced by yours
that would be completely unbelievable and valuable beyond words
or, you know, you could kill them all and build colonies