Hey there demons, it's me your pal

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

An incomplete list of my tags, explained:

• just Data things — it’s a Data post, rejoice!

• my beloved — Captain Christopher Pike, love of my life, but not in a romantic way, I just treasure him

• light of my life — it’s Michael Burnham, my one true love!

• idk my bff bones — Dr. Leonard H. “Bones” McCoy is my space bff and there’s nothing any of you can do about it

• spork — Spock but he’s a dork so I don’t spell his name correctly

• kork — Jim but he’s a dork so I don’t spell his name correctly

• the queue continuum — it’s my queue but I think I’m clever

Pinned Post no one asked for this you're welcome my tags star trek stuff
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if I was matt murdock and I found out the same chemical spill that blinded me and lit the world on “fire” turned a bunch of turtles into pizza loving ninjas I would lose it actually

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I’m not going lie the thought of matt finding out he’s radioactive ooze brothers with this particular version of the tmnt has me in tears

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matt, trying to recount his childhood and ignore the smell of turtle, three day old pizza, and sewer: …..so yah, after my dad died I was basically on my own.

the turtles, already planning on buying their radioactive waste brother a shirt that says “I fell in radioactive waste and all I got was these glasses”: cowabummer dude. our dad’s a rat

AHAHAHA daredevil tmnt the queue continuum
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pinabutterjam

ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks

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in the age of keyboards: carpel tunnel

in the age of writing by hand: carpel tunnel

in the age of squeezing water out of wet clothes after cleaning them by hand: carpel tunnel

in the age of using hand-sized stone tools: carpel tunnel

our bodies are fragile fleeting things that were never made to last