i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith
julian at the start of ds9: well i did it i bamboozled all of the starfleets and now i am here julikhan noonien bashing with my diabolical plan to heal random aliens on the farthest space station i could find from my stupid parents teehee guess i’ll sit here all alone and sip my silly little tea like a friendless british loser all a part of my master plan garak dissolving straight through the wall tits first: heLLO i am Not A Spy unless that’s your kink and i’m definitely not tripping several balls unless that’s your kink HAHAHAHA drugs aren’t real anyway wow i can’t believe we’re already politically advantageous best friends that’s crzy and i’m sure won’t awaken anything in me btw totally unrelated how do you feel about public sex julian, completely tangled in the centerpiece: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
When will it be my turn?! 😫
Anolis Aquaticus (By: Lindsey Swierk)
The Saint of Joy and the Saint of Patience
Based on the Leyendecker painting of course
Still one of my favorite representations of ART.
Murderbot meets ART (who knew transports could be smart enough to be MEAN)
I try not to think about it because I have to keep moving, but damn if it doesn't make my heart ache.
the "new normal" couldve been respirators & rapid tests & hepa filters & universal basic income & accessibility & caring about other people.........
On god, this is what it's like to have sex with Adhd. Now just keep looping it all and...what do you mean I have to stay focused. >:(
I *am* focused...on trying to match Cbat to our rhythm. >:D Whonka whonka womp whompa whomp wheeeet
i didnt hear what you said
hold on i need to blow my nose
wow
i feel kind of nauseous
is this anything
i don't know
this kind of reminds me of that one song
we can probably ignore that noise if you want to
why is my sock wet
it smells bad in here
that was weird
where are my glasses
ow
this is normal
sorry
just 2 chill people chilling
this is cool
can you say that again
are we good
youre actually naked
anyone else ever wish they could lie down harder? Like, I'm already horizonal, but I need more horizonal. I need to be absorbed by the floor. I think that would fix me
Seems like a fun/insanely frustrating thing to try if I end up stuck in the past :D Can't wait to be swabbing syphilitic coochies--for science!
I can understand how "modern person thrown into the past gets by pretending to be a healer/doctor" is as surprisingly common of a trope as it is. I mean I'm fluent enough at bullshitting to be pretty sure I could pull it off to impersonate a doctor in any time pre-1800s. If I have no idea what something is or how to treat it, I could just get the opinion of the other whatever-passes-as-medical-professionals around, but if their suggestions sound like bullshit I'm not doing it. And I'll beat the shit out of anyone suggesting bloodletting or mercury. With my healing stick. I've tied little bells on it, that jingle comically with every smack.
The awesome curative powers of my healing stick come from two separate sources: Placebo, and me using it to beat anyone trying to give my patients mercury.
Random fandoms & AuDHD reblogs. Occasional millennial musings since I am An Old.
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