I like the idea of grey aliens having crazy frantic sex without any erogenous zones or sex organs. Like just jumping up and down on each others heads and pulling each other around by the feet

You open the door to an alien boudoir and the only thing happening back there is a little grey alien in a corset and high heels slapping and poking the eyes of another grey who is sitting on the edge of a bed

That's me after getting into a new show/book/event and burning every piece of its fandoms' media into my brains in one night

the thing about that weird stuff americans call cheese is that if you heat it a little it becomes an excellent burger condiment despite its failings in every other area. such is the fate of the american cultural product

the American 'cheese' slice was engineered by our best scientific minds (all borrowed from Germany ofc) to melt perfectly onto a burger and for nothing else. Its only purpose is to compliment the one true product of the American people. The hamburger. (also borrowed from Germany)

reeling a little at the implication that the Kraft Single was a product of operation paperclip

i find destiel sincerely hard to explain to the uninitiated bc it’s like. it’s an accident it’s on purpose they didn’t want it to happen they made it happen it’s a cruel joke it’s essential to the canon it’s queerbait it’s a sincere love story it’s homophobic it’s written by a gay writer it’s subtext it’s text it’s an offhanded dig it’s the centre of the universe you’re crazy you’re not crazy. and all of that is true at once