Greetings!

Well, one, I can have a wife and kids and not be straight, so jot that down

BUT ALSO:

I feel like Wilbur really does have some bad plans. He already wasn’t doing so great before he ended up in purgatory for 8 years with a goat man who passes out for 3 months at a time and Mexican Dream. Now if he can eventually be talked down… that is to be seen. He and Tommy were a little at each other’s throats at the beginning of the stream, but Wilbur still seemed somewhat affectionate even while being a bit mean. He did say he was glad Tommy was there with him… I mean might not be great he’s saying he’s glad Tommy is dead, but still. Plus there was that one conversation after the Disk Finale that was pretty sweet, so I’m holding onto hope.

to all my fellow ace specs, you are valid and loved

to all my fellow aro specs, you are valid and loved.

If you have the opportunity, get it. If you’re eligible, get it. If you’re NOT eligible and you have a chance, get it.

If it’s due to a condition. If it’s due to your job. If it’s through a “hey our doses will expire, anybody available come quick” situation. And yes, even if it’s through a “my sister can get me in” situation.

This isn’t a selfish act, no matter how you get it. Every single person who is vaccinated helps everyone. This is a group project. There is no ethical issue with getting vaccinated “ahead of someone else.” That is not a thing. This isn’t a single-file queue and it is impossible to vaccinate everyone in an exact order of priority, all we can do is emphasize higher-risk people, which is being done whenever possible. 

He/him lesbians? Lovely

She/her gays? Grand

Neopronoun nonbinarys? Beautiful

She/her trans guys? Terrific

He/him trans gals? Splendid

Neopronoun binary trans folks? Amazing

It/it’s pronoun users? Incredible

People who use no pronouns? Wonderful

warnings: mentions of Roman’s tragic backstory, health concerns, chronic fatigue mentions, but really mostly fluff

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“Roman!” A hushed whisper-yell came from halfway across the cave.

Roman looked up from where he was carefully taking apart and cleaning out his communicator, feeling a stab of exhaustion upon seeing Patton crouched next to their resident baby Human. They’d just spent what felt like half a suncycle entertaining the kid, who seemed to wake up with more energy than all three of them combined.

Virgil was in fact the source behind the crumbs of mud and dirt that had worked their way into the cracks of his communicator: Logan was currently at the ship working inventory, and the kid had insisted on checking up on him as often as he remembered that the Ulgorii wasn’t with them, which was often.

Still, they’d managed to tucker him out eventually, and he’d fallen asleep in their presence for the third time ever, which felt like some kind of accomplishment in itself.