Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
Years on the internet and somehow i still click on comments sections with the insanely optimistic idea that I’ll learn something new instead of being subjected to the dumbest motherfuckers online typing like their sole purpose in life is to make me want to end mine
“Wow, what an interesting post! I want to see what sort of fascinating discourse is being generated by the idea posited by the original poster” <- Me, operating under levels of delusion yet unexplained by modern science
I love fog thats so thick it covers everything in a quarter mile radius. I like not being able to see the barn in the middle of the corn field. its dangerous and sexy and I will not apologize
Jadzia was ride or die for Pel immediately. Like “what up, lil gay dude, I’m also A Queer” and when Pel was like “I’m a woman” she was like !!!!!! YOU’RE ALSO TRANS? OH WORM, DUDE!!!
anyways shoutout to the people who don’t have a specific career / dream job in mind and are just floating through life trying to survive. shoutout to me specifically, actually.
The best thing about watching Deep Space Nine with my dad is how much he just really freaking loves Garak. Like, he’ll just enter the scene and my dad we be tearing up like “GO GET EM GARAK, WE LOVE YOU” and every episode he isn’t in he’ll just turn to me and say, “Disappointing lack of Garak”.
whenever i see these post-apocalyptic films set in the USA where everyone is pretty much just killing each other with no mention of other nations i always just assume that the rest of the world is fine and has learnt how to resume life as normal
