Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

Did I get to writing a single sex scene? Nope, not at all. But, you see, my folders and tabs are all so neatly organized

This week in Star Trek: T'riall, the author's well researched and thinly disguised fetish

One would think that writing smut wouldn't require extensive research and notetaking; however, I have abour 12 pages of notes scattered between notebooks, sketchbooks, one-page zine style notebooks, and pieces of scratch paper found in varous bags and pockets. It still doesn't require it, but I like to pull from sources of Trek fanfics past and science stuff related to my scenario.

I think it's time. I think I'm gonna open up my word processor this weekend and I'm going to make gay aliens kiss

I saw a rainbow suspended in the veil of frost hanging around the sun this morning.

What so few will ever tell you is that after it rains you can hold the sunbeams in your hands, like effervescent plinths of gold in a pool of indigo shadow under a roof of shimmering oak

There are no words in the tongues of elves and men that describes what lipstick, a pair of heels, and satin does to my brain

Once again opening the door to drink and roll the dice, to sail the Starless Sea and breathe the haunted air. To seeking, to finding.

Is reading gothic novel after gothic novel a healthy thing to do? Maybe

Valentine's is around the corner, the butch loverboy hours are upon us

People wearing masks are so sexy; like, if you're out n about wearing an N95 please know that someone out there thinks your sense of community care and compassion makes you one of the hottest people alive

I probably would be less concerned about my hair being short if Viggo's Aragorn wasn't my first butch icon

Now that my hair has grown back out I am once again a dashing butch

Putting cacao nibs in my coffee because a hot lady in a book said it was good was one of the best decisions I've made in my adult life

William Riker is not a himbo
He's a triple threat
1. Smart
2. Kind
3. Play Trombone

Still living off the high of their laugh, bubbling out of them like a mountain stream over smoothed stone. It was such a small and silly thing to say but a laugh like that made it priceless

Sitting here thinking about Lal before going to work like tears wont freeze on my face and frame my mask like gemstones.

She loved her father so much and understood him better than anyone else. It's a shame they never brought her back in Picard.

Anyway I made the perfect mug of coffee this morning and I think I should get a big sword in compensation

The best way to ensure success in all your endeavors is to look at magic eye art before going to sleep

That and being conveniently hormonally harmonious with the moon cycle. But also biting and a deep attachment to flannel shirts