I’m So Cooked. It’s Over. It’s Actually Never Been More Over Than This. I’m So Florted It’s

Honestly I think one of the biggest appeals to the HDG fandom is seated in a near primal level of feelings. We as humans have spent our entire existence as being the big friend shaped creature that loves to pack bond and love other creatures with such a fervor that it seems endless to these less long lived animals.

Just to imagine that same feeling that your cat gets when they get scratched by you, or the adoring feeling that your dog gets when they see you come home from work, I think there's a deep rooted longing that we as a species also cry out for those same feelings.

if only lesbian lust paid the bills

tgirls will causally become mutuals with each other on tumblr and in a matter of months they’ll be on a six hour train ride all so they can lick each others bellies in the nude. and that’s wonderful.

I’ve given the fic the working title of ‘Junkyard Dog’ for the time being. Our protagonist is Jack Crawford, whose life, like most free terrans without the affini to assist them, is pretty dogshit. He lives on a planet that’s literally just called ‘Hell’ and all he does is haul scrap and try to salvage working tech so he can sell it to the Terran Cosmic Navy. Let’s face it though, a few-dozen human scavengers aren’t exactly enough to keep up with a ship-printing atomic compiler.

Currently, his goals center on finding a way to get the hell (heh) off the planet, but with his boss possessing the only spacefaring ship on the planet, and no working technology to signal their location, he’s gonna have his work cut out for him. Also, he doesn’t trust the affini due to terran propaganda. His life sucks a whole lot, but it will get better!

Also, how does one just trip into a fandom? Im kinda curious :3

By scrolling tumblr dot com, apparently. I saw the HDG tag, thought “hey, what’s this?” and my fate was already sealed. Still working on chapter 1 of that fic, it’s at around 5K words right now.

Happy 4/20 y’all!!! Can’t wait to get high as a bitch, eat a ton of food, and squish my body all day!!!

Unrelated, but I also have two onions in my room. They’re my children now. I’ve shed real tears over their growth. Here’s a picture I took last night

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

Onion update: one of them now has a pair of sunglasses

woah robots are so cool

Ok, the things I’ve heard about this fandom being a cognitohazard for trans women are not wrong. I’ve woken up the past few days imagining vines curling over my thighs and I’ve already changed the reminder on my phone for my HRT to ‘Take your Xenodrugs.’ What is HAPPENING to me??? How was it so easy???