perhaps one of my hotter takes as a queer person but i’m never coming out again. you can figure it out or live in pure ignorance but either way it’s not my problem. the worst thing society ever tried to teach us was that coming out is an obligation. it’s not. it’s a privilege for you to know the depths of who i am, my sexuality included.
The funniest thing you could do in any new outer space adventure / exploration media is have someone invite the ship’s medic to the bridge and they’d be like “fuck no, I’m the main doctor for a whole crew, come see me if you break an arm or something, good luck exploring the surface of the Planet Made of Angry Poison Gas Clouds, With Teeth, Who Love the Flavor of Human Flesh or whatever the fuck it is, adios, see you in the canteen maybe, maybe not I’m fuckin busy.” And you just barely ever see that character again.
Or the doctor is a recurring character and every time anyone needs them it’s like, “Computer, locate the doctor,” and the doctor is always in sick bay. Every time.
“Doctor, could you come to the bridge please? I’d like your opinion.”
“Is it a medical opinion this time?”
“Yes.”
“Then no, bring your medical question down here, to the medical room, the place specifically set aside for medical questions, filled with medical equipment which… get this… I use to answer medical questions.”
i know i just reblogged this a few hours ago but i keep thinking about this man and his powerful emanations. i think this might actually be the physical manifestation of the soul of new york city. if he dies the city itself becomes pillars of dust
really wish humans could fight each other without doing irreparable damage to our bodies
getting punched is a deeply satisfying experience that cannot be easily replaced by other sensations and also if it happens to you too many times horrible things will happen to you
