Little Green Men Is Better Than Oppenheimer

kinda how i see them rn

She flies the ship! (Shes pretty sure she does anyway)

Stupid doodles and a regular one cause I love her

”you can just make an oc” you dont understand anything. the character needs to mutate naturally until unrecognizable. like all evolutionary processes it takes time. you can’t force it or it doesn’t take. you must endure weird ooc thematically discordant versions of a guy until they bud off into beautiful new life. have patience

oh i hear ya, i’ve sewn professionally, I know about these guys. but see that’s exactly thing though– we basically only ever see him using the invisible laser gun, on fabric he is holding in his HAND! handheld stitchers are like, extremely limited in what they can actually do compared to a machine (and cutting table, and iron, etc) It’s just SO funny that star trek’s idea of future sewing was like, well one guy on the station gets a handheld magic gun that does everything 😌

(I bet it presses seams somehow too….)

changed my url. @/simpletailoring was great but I really want us to focus on the important stuff: the stupid fucking gun my favorite lizard uses to sew

what is that. there's literally no way it's actually stitching. what do y'all think this thing doing is please tell me

the word you're looking for is 'unnatural' meaning not from nature

hey– who are your favorite garashir/ds9 authors, or favorite fics currently updating? this is a fic rec solicitation post !!

I've got a few saved in my tumblr likes, but always looking to broaden my horizons. i'm still new here so feel free to rec me stuff that's established or niche or anything in between

Interests: cool worldbuilding, weird cardassian anatomy, slow burn, mutual pining. any rating welcome but primarily interested in E ngl, open to multishipping, open to darkfic / dead dove with tags, open to AUs. i'm still acquiring tastes for the ship/fandom, so any wordcount is welcome!

mainly i'm just trying to get a sense for who is regularly putting out cool/interesting work these days so I can jump into the present tense fandom

You know, it’s important to have tragic blorbos sometimes because hey, maybe you had a bad day, maybe your job sucks so fucking much. But do you know who had a worse day? Blorbo bleebus, who’s doomed by the narrative

i was getting ready for another day of spying and murdering, practicing my interrogator death stare with my piercing blue orbs. just then, enabran tain came in. “pack your things.” he said. “i’ve sold you to pay our debts. meet your new owners, the crew of deep space 9.”

Lizard returns