Some Sort Of Earthworm Woim, With Leggie Like Arm Tentacles And Flatwormie Eye Spots

Maybe for Jod to finally die, he has to stop being loved by Alecto?

Hold on. Hold on. Noticing a pattern.

Jod said when they were shutting down the cryo project, the bodies that didn't rot were the ones that he personally said goodbye to, the ones he loved.

Jod cannot die, has not been able to die in ten thousand years. Alecto assures him, "I still love y—" .

The cavaliers of Lyctors, as evidenced by Naberius and Gideon, their bodies don't rot.

Tamsyn Muir assured us, regarding Alecto, we have not begun to see the horrors of love.

the shame of making a connection irl and them being like omg can i have your insta??? snapchat????? and having to be like sorry i live in a gap between two tree roots youre just going to have to normal text me like some kind of animal

:( I didn't catch that first read. Man, Jod really is just lies on lies.

Jod promising Harrow that her conception by genocide is no one's business:

Jod a few months later casually mentioning it to a room of people including his worst enemy:

In a way that implies Augustine and Mercy at least have already been told? That's just rude.

Have you REALLY lost your scissors if you aren't walking around making scissor motions with your fingers in an attempt to lure them back out?

the Federation itself as a concept is so funny because the founding members are

the Vulcans, who have been friends with humanity for years but don't seem to actually like them all that much, instead regarding them with a sort of perverse fascination usually reserved for virology labs

the Andorians, who were fighting the Vulcans for like a hundred years

the Tellarites, who don't like any of these people and whose cultural trait is arguing, and

humans, whom nobody knew existed until last century when they shot themselves into space on a heavily modified nuke, invented world peace and won a fight with the nearest imperial superpower

like imagine you're the Romulan Empire and these weird monkeys who've barely figured out interstellar travel show up on your doorstep in the equivalent of a shipping container with missiles strapped to it, kick your ass in front of everybody, and then start a friendship club with 3 of your neighbours who all hated each others' guts until like a year ago. now I understand why every Romulan on the show is so angry

You're just a mammal. Let yourself act like it. Your brain needs enrichment. Your body needs rest. You feel hunger and grow hair. You need to pack bond with other sentient things so you don't become unsocialized and neurotic. You are biologically inclined to seek dopamine and become sick when chronically stressed. Outrage about hedonism is made up to place moral value on taking pleasure in sensory experiences. I am telling you that if you don't let yourself be a fucking mammal, as you were made, you will suffer and go insane. No grindset no diets no trying to be above your drive for connection. Pursue what makes you feel good and practice radical rejection of the constructs meant to turn you into a machine. You're a mammal.

Still one of my favorite representations of ART.

Murderbot meets ART (who knew transports could be smart enough to be MEAN)

i think i'm okay with any pronouns however the ones you choose to refer to me with will effect the ending you get so make sure to read the guide if you're trying to unlock all of them

Just finished catching up on Dungeon Meshi. What am I gonna do with myself now while I wait for the next episode?! D:

Man, I've missed seeing Ducks and How to Make Them Pay on my timeline, so I'm gonna rectify that.