He Is A Bunny

the pale mech pilot (chronically depressed tgirl) slumps out of its cockpit after a prolonged battle (playing borderlands 2 for 6 hours) at the orders of its handler [NO METAPHOR HERE] shocked from having its neural interface ripped out (taking off noise canceling headphones) it is quickly rewarded with just a pulse of neurostims, (a drink of water and a handful of chicharrones) legs slack against the ground as it struggles to remember how to operate outside of its titanic metal shell it calls a body (memory foam mattress)

Taylor is a space battles sexy woman

- Tall and skinny

- Morally grey (which gets smoothed over)

- shipped with self imserts

- Canonically not all that, fandom is super model

- If not being shipped with self insert, gay

Is he "female socialized" or is he just a standard flamboyant sensitive artsy gay dude who would honestly be indiscernible from any other fem gay guy if you didn't see him as a walking vagina first and foremost.

let’s dance, louis wain

I'm so tired.

"Re Blog" to PERMANENTLY become some sort of fucked up creature or demented beast

human diplomat who has to be briefed on “stop fucking trying to pet everything. yes a lot of the people you’re interacting with have very soft fur and quite a lot of them do like being scritched but you can’t just do it and frankly it’s bad conduct during a peace meeting”

If Weaver used Tumblr

i love the nsft community i love getting followed by people called [made up urls] faggotpuppywhimpers and buggirlcum

"Yeah so I think Amy-" I hear a crash coming in through the window. I turn around, it's him. Wildbow. He opens his mouth to deliver a Word of God. I try to stop him but it's too late. The Simurgh is now straight. I weep.