scraps-is-busy:

morseapple:

justthefangirl:

villainsexuale:

ihavealotoffeelings:

attractivegkry:

animatedamerican:

patrickat:

asatira:

eastofthemoon:

melissae-astron:

writlargefic:

copperbadge:

agentpaxieamor:

mattfractionblog:

runonsentencesaboutemotions:

twoheadedbourbon:

andribbonsofeuphoria:

barelysarcasm:

party-wok:

therealduckandpenguin:

hungrylikekevin:

res-orb:

blissmanifesto:

His clones lacked his legendary skills.

Phaser set to kill, goodbye Redshirt.

It was all for not, God.

The aliens proved to be unfriendly.

We should have locked that lab.

Asked about love, God blue screened.

He was on earth after all.

Had a bellyache, not a bellyache.

He was free. Or was he?

Baby Hitler always shoots first, Ben.

It wasn’t worth it; never is.

Those aren’t its eyes.

Accidental duplication reduced by 10%, sir

Back in my day, humans resisted.

The cyborg was a bad dancer.

Imagine life after the cryptid revelation.

He said he would be back.

We wept when we remembered Earth.

What does this red button do?

They heard movement inside the structure.

First contact was also the last.

They were bringing us a cure…

What is in the airlock, open?

The town vanished in one night.

The aliens had a bigger ship