At some point when I am building a bond of friendship with someone I will hear an exasperated sigh followed by a "you— you can't just keep saying weird shit like that." And unfortunately for them I can and most certainly will.
Fool am I for picking the three-layer Starfleet uniforms because the style just looks so freaking cool. I'm going to have to learn how to speed through/skip the undressing, the problem is that it's one of my favorite parts irl
My ultimate goal when wearing a tucked in flannel and a beanie covering my ears is for someone to wonder "is that a lesbian or is xe a Vulcan from the future disguised as a human?"
Ecologically it's vital that it's cold as the devils anus out there, but I have leather to take care of and wood to work and I'm going to start climbing the walls
I'm such an accessories girlie— three rings (to the elven lords), two bracelets, a necklace, and a fruity lil earring. The only missing pieces are a couple of femmes and cool hat
You're telling me something can be so much something that it bends space and time and that some people have joints that don't work right and that when they come into contact with each other there is pain? Damn, gravity is a scam