Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I’ve spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.

Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.

Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.

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Cake day: August 27th, 2024

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  • I was enlisted.

    I’d say it’s about 50/50 as to whether one of the women I served with could kick my ass, regardless of size.

    The women who are joining the military aren’t “prissy princess I need to be pampered all the time” stereotypes these chucklefucks think they are.

    And it really is a fight to prove they can do the bare minimum, even if they’re seen excelling 99% of the time. The 1% mistake will be fixated on and used as proof they can’t take it. All while ignoring the massive fuck ups from the males.

    100% of them could kick one of the politicians asses in a heartbeat. especially this weeks picks.

    I have no doubt that the women in the military are in far better shape to fight a war than any of their critics.


  • A dramatization, by someone slightly baked:

    "This is my neighbor. I keep him from getting too uppity by basically making it impossible to live here, since because of Me everything is insanely expensive or they literally can’t buy it.

    As anyone who works for me can tell you, it’s not MY fault I’m doing this. It’s because I don’t like the colors of their shirt. Blame the shirt. And everyone take a look at how dumb wearing this shirt makes you look! See what happens when you wear it? You end up like him EVERY TIME! For more proof just look at all these other people who’s shirts I didn’t like and also attempted to kill (allegedly wink wink) and see how poorly they’re doing. I’m such a good neighbor. Just ask my richer neighbor. And ignore anyone inside frantically shaking their head no. Number 1!"







  • People talk about being there “for” someone. Here being there “with” him is more important.

    When I’m depressed, having someone sitting on the couch in my living room scrolling on their phone is infinitely more meaningful to me than someone who is miles away and texting me a lot or offering to help with things. It’s probably part of my neurodivergence but having the person close in proximity while at least sort of paying attention to the room makes me feel less alone than having 10 people trying to check in on me all day.





  • I’m still unconvinced of any God’s existence, let alone the Abrahamic God.

    But if I did, I’d believe with 100% certainty that this man is the antichrist.

    I can’t remember the website, but awhile back someone made a blog post that draws parallels between the Bible and real life to show that DT is the antichrist, and as someone who’s read it cover to cover, it’s creepy how much matches up directly, and how much more could fit a general aspect.

    By general aspect I mean like how you could see someone 500-2,000 years ago describing an A-10 Warthog (with the stereotypical angry face painted on the side) as a screeching bird of prey with the head of a lion that spits fire and thunder from its mouth.

    Enough fits. Even if you don’t believe in an antichrist, the fact that so much lines up with the LITERAL worst possible being on earth should be alarming.



  • I remember reading all about how Springfield was covered in illegal immigrants burning businesses and homes, robbing trash cans, rating babies and kidnapping cats.

    Some of that might be mixed up, but the again so was I considering I thought it looked rather pleasant with tons of people having fun outside as I rode my bike around for hours literally the same day I read the posts

    Clearly the shady criminal underbelly is just cleverly concealed and the residents all work together to cover up the crimes that happen to them.

    Then the friends I was biking with started getting flyers from various hate groups shoved into their mail telling them “immigrants and negroids aren’t welcome”

    MAGAts sure do make the country a place I want to live in filled with hate, misery, and death…