Life after the Apocalypse

Who the fuck moved my tea. Murder will be commuted if I don’t have a tea in my hand pretty damn soon here.

You spelled “committed” wrong. Unless you meant to say “Murder will be travelled”, then you spelled “commuted” right

I will strangle you with my bare hands, don’t fucking test me. I am tired and I am lacking tea and I am prepared to end your life with some very creative fucking methods. Remember I know exactly what elements and compounds to use to end your life, slowly and painfully. Little man, I will walk on you like the gravel beneath my feet, crushing you into tiny little pieces of the man you used to be. Fucking correct my grammar one more time-

Now this is the tea sis

Someone hold me back before I murder him.

Nah, go for it :3

Eleanor, sweetheart, I watched you finish your tea half an hour ago. Go to sleep.

Reblog the shit out of this.

Reblog !!

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*violently smashes reblog button*

*JUMPS ON REBLOG BUTTON*

PLEASE IF YOU NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT STUFF LIKE THIS MY LESBIAN-ASS IS HERE FOR YOU—

Absolutely!

:)

All are welcome

Here we go!!!!!!!

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Always! :D

Yas!!!

I am a safe person to talk to! I promise!

Forever support!!!💖💙💛

Aggressively, with feeling: I’M YOUR MOM NOW.

I’m a safe person to talk to! I may not have much knowledge to offer, but I will listen, I promise!

This reminds me of @therebelprofessor

I was fortunate enough to grow up with family support in a time when none of my queer peers did. I promised myself that no queer person would want for love on my watch (and that includes billion-year-old immortals)

Who’s the wise guy who put silly bands on my horns while I was napping on the couch?

aye, you leave my pockets alone, bro. Blame Discord. It seems like the kind of thing she would do. Maybe she got the bands from Eleanor?

Even demons find refuge in hell and keep warm in its razing flames, but you, by the sparks you have blown, incinerate any fortress you think you holds solace. Take comfort in tears now, before the parched throat of time desiccates the humor flowing within you. Like the universe vowed, all things will melt in time and the raw embrace of our absent star-faced mother. Even entropy cannot escape the consolidation of life and death, for time has no other purpose than to end and bring to end. Life will have left me as all lovers must for a greater purpose by then and I will be little more than a landmark rubbed from the torn map of your life, but just as mind insists on quarreling with the confines of energy and space, so too will I set myself in your crematorium of memories, ever burning, ever chilling, then when the last of my children has ceded to the stringent rules of our distant mother, even then will my imprint live, and you will know why man crowns anger as burning and frigid.

Shorter than it too

Oh no I'm a terrible gardener. Perhaps Echo might be a more trustworthy plant-carer?

It’s 2 am and @discord-will-steal-your-kneecaps just turned all of @cogwheelsandcrazy‘s clothes into 15th century peasant rags. They’re both screaming. @aftergang4ever wants to keep the pants because “he likes the pockets” (they’re three sizes too small). Auspex is trying to calm discord down. Finn is trying to calm Dr Path down. Echo walked in because they were making too much noise and is now trying to calm herself down.

I can’t believe y'all woke me up in the middle of the night for this. Will, give Eleanor her pants back. You literally wear cargo pants all the time and they have even more pockets oh my god. Please just go to sleep all of you. We have a briefing at 0800 and anyone whose late will be stuck on cleaning duty even if I have to go in the field by myself don’t fucking try me.

What’s the freaking point of briefings?! Why can’t we just have the next mission laid out on a paper we can take with us? Then we can sleep in/stay up late and there won’t be any boring “yes-we-know-this-already” briefings

Son, go to sleep before I come over there and make you.

It’s 2 am and @discord-will-steal-your-kneecaps just turned all of @cogwheelsandcrazy‘s clothes into 15th century peasant rags. They’re both screaming. @aftergang4ever wants to keep the pants because “he likes the pockets” (they’re three sizes too small). Auspex is trying to calm discord down. Finn is trying to calm Dr Path down. Echo walked in because they were making too much noise and is now trying to calm herself down.

I can't believe y'all woke me up in the middle of the night for this. Will, give Eleanor her pants back. You literally wear cargo pants all the time and they have even more pockets oh my god. Please just go to sleep all of you. We have a briefing at 0800 and anyone whose late will be stuck on cleaning duty even if I have to go in the field by myself don't fucking try me.