"i try to steal from people but i keep accidentally assassinating them" a novel by me
I am slightly afraid.
"i forgot to mention i was playing a video game please don’t call the police" a sequel also by me
what if everyone in the world could manipulate one crab. and it was their soul crab and like if we sycnhronized our thoughts our crabs could work together as an army and overthrow evil governments but you could also use your crab for evil like to snip someone
it would be an interesting view into the hearts of humans, these soul crabs
It’s 2AM somewhere
crabs have no concept of time. only creation and destruction
Trusting people is becoming hard
Keeping my grades up is becoming hard
Feeling pretty is becoming hard
Thinking happy thoughts is becoming hard
Doing work is becoming hard
Maintaining a friendship is becoming hard
Doing everything is becoming hard and I don’t like it
If there is ever a female doctor, I have only one request.
I want her to find her new outfit, and then go to put her sonic in her jacket. And then, the sonic falls to the floor. And she looks down, and realizes she has no jacket pockets.
So then every episode her sonic moves. Like one day it’s in her hair, and then her belt, and then tucked into her shirt, and she just constantly complains about the lack of pockets.
Humans have a big cluster of dead keratin tendrils growing from our heads and we arrange them in different configurations and worry about whether other people find our keratin tendril arrangements aesthetically pleasing.
we are the cutest scifi species