The captain activated the viewscreen and drew in a sharp breath. “We’ve got company,” she said, voice dripping with sardonic enthusiasm.
“Company?” I asked, peering over her shoulder at the live footage of the tiniest goddamn spaceship I had ever seen.
“Emissaries,” she said. “From the clown homeworld.”
We watched with baited breath as hatch on the little spaceship opened and something began to emerge from inside with agonizing slowness. It was long, rounded, and black—at first I thought it was the domed head of some new xeno, but then I saw the laces.
“It’s a shoe!” I gasped, as the comedically oversized footwear toed the rocky surface of the moon with cartoonish trepidation, as though it were nervously testing the temperature of a swimming pool. “My god, if its foot alone is that big, how can—”
The captain shushed me and nodded at the viewscreen. “Just watch,” she said.
I watched. I could do nothing but gaps in stunned, horrified silence as not one, not two, not three or four or five, but fortyclown emissaries emerged from that minuscule spaceship one by one and formed the least orderly ranks I had ever seen.
all they had to do was make a passing comment about homestuck because it works just like homestuck time travel where you create an offshoot where everything is fucked but the offshoots are necessary for the alpha to exist
i feel like cis people assume if you’re trans you’re either gay or straight and that’s why you barely ever see positivity posts for trans bi people so here’s your daily reminder that we’re here and we’re great! bi trans women? amazing. bi trans men? amazing. nonbinary bi people? you guessed it, amazing!
the amount of thanks i’ve gotten in the tags for this simple post just further proves my point… support bi trans people!!!
