orionlodubyal
Just these two side-eyeing each other like they always do. Plus Garak discretely flipping the bird. Sums up their whole relationship, really. Made from screen cap of episode and using GIMP and PicsArt.
orionlodubyal
Me: Honey, what’s a hemipenis?
Hubby (from the another room): Lizard anatomy - what are you reading?
Me: uh … National Geographic . .
Hubby (walks toward my office): Wait, are you reading DS9 smut again?
Me: *close-tab* *close-tab* *close-tab* No, or course I’m not! It’s for a class!
[Please, can I pay someone to delete my search history when I die?]
bmouse
I vaguely feel like shit. I pulled a 11 hour day today at work because it was launch time etc and then tomorrow we have bullshit meetings so I can’t even have a restful wfh day. Fuck it I’m leaving early tomorrow. Also what the fuck, world? That was like a blue wave in a kiddie pool. And Cruz still won?
At least we get the house?
::transforms into a blanket burrito with two middle fingers sticking out::
ladyyatexel
‘Operating a meth lab is probably a drug related offense, right?’
Opening more new cases today.
terrypratchettappreciation
july-19th-club
The Disc’s two greatest lovers were undoubtedly Mellius and Gretelina, whose pure, passionate and soul-searing affair would have scorched the pages of History had they not, because of some unexplained quirk of fate, been born two hundred years apart on different continents. However, the gods took pity on them and turned him into an ironing board* and her into a small brass bollard.
* When you’re a god, you don’t have to have reasons.
cosmictuesdays
tassosss
When your character tells you a thing and you, the author, are like, “No, you’re shitting me,” and the character’s all, “I absolutely am not,” and you realize that every single seed needed to grow that thing WAS ALREADY PLANTED IN THE STORY.
I’d like to lie and say I’m being deliberately clever when people notice things in my writing but honestly I’m just as much along for the ride as everyone else.
I’m just as much along for the ride as everyone else.
This is the most accurate description of writing ever
walrus-queen
suninanemptyroom
reasons that i was going 9 mph over the speed limit today: the lumberjack in the big red chevy truck behind me on this double-lined road was in a hurry and also was using a slightly more powerful bluetooth radio to play his music, but he was using the same frequency that i use, and he was just playing Party In The Usa on repeat, so every time he caught up to me my music started fading out and “i pUT MY HANDS UP THEY’RE PLAYIN MY SONG” started blaring from my speakers and i was justly running for my fucking life
garak-pussy-indulgence
yesterdaysprint
t00thpasteface
