you ever had sex in outer space?

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colonelstarboy​:

“hmm. interesting…” jack muses, taking another bite of his burger as he watches lara struggle with hers. it’s amusing, he can’t deny that. the face she pulls draws a laugh from him and he has to set his burger back in the box so he can properly watch this scene unfold. he doesn’t have high hopes for mc donald’s, but it’s become an american staple—she needs to try it at least the once.

the bite was almost too small, and he shook his head, huffing out a laugh. “no? what do you suggest we should be force-fed, then? sounds pretty orwellian if you ask me. you know who george orwell is?”

”On the contrary, you can eat as much or as little as you want - I might only suggest that you call food, FOOD, and you call whatever this is bio-hazardous waste, and label it accordingly.”                                                   She GIVES UP on the ‘Mac’, and closes the little box with it inside before placing it less than delicately on Jack’s lap before huffing quite petulantly in disappointment at what was promised to be a meal 'out of this world’.                      “I can’t say we’ve met,” is her reply, not really paying attention to the question.

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TAG DUMp

i’m floating in a most peculiar way* reflection 

i’m a space cowboy * memes 

he thinks he’d blow our minds * headcanons 

she’s hooked to the silver screen * desires 

let your children play * wishlist 

glaciers melting in the dead of night * queue 

rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone * musings 

saturday night’s alright for fighting * playlist

and maybe I'm a freak but I know how to twist you * jack & lara (colonelstarboy)

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colonelstarboy​:

“a bun, and you asked for something humans eat, and this is something that a lot of humans eat,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his big mac. “i agree, fresh fish is definitely better, but sometimes you can’t beat a big mac. you didn’t even bite it yet,” he said, nodding at hers. “gotta try it with the mac sauce. come on,” he prodded, though he hesitated with a thought. “just… don’t puke in my car, yeah?”

“My body isn’t designed to REGURGITATE food - though I’m starting to wish it WAS.”           Spaceman seemed happy enough to eat away at his food like cattle chewing on grass, so it stood to reason she should at least attempt at the human food she’d requested. In her defence, the advertisements for the food stuffs had made it seem like some kind ambrosia, so delicious it would drive humans to madness. Now she thinks it was madness from what was no doubt poison, rather than euphoria. She opens the box, makes another face at the bun, before resigning herself to at least trying it and takes a small bite.                                                                                             “Humans should not be allowed to choose their own food.”

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@colonelstarboy​ said:  “It smells fine to me. What does your nose say is wrong with it?”

“I get that your food is supposed to be DEAD when you EAT IT, Jack - but it smells like it died way, way before someone decided to cook it and slap it on this--this thing.”                          She is, of course, referring to the meal that had been placed before her - a human ‘delicacy’, or so the spaceman claimed. She hadn’t yet opened the box it was in, recoiling simply at the smell, staring hatefully at the large letter ‘M’ printed all over it.                                                    “Honestly, I can just take a dip and get us some fresh fish in no time at all?”