#mysteriousignals

[chryseis]

mysteriousignals replied to your post: i’m nine away from my next thousand… and it’s...

instead of a mistle toe, imma hang a face hugger above your door

christmas: extreme edition

[synth8]

She's sort of just glaring at him. That's it.

“...is there something I can help you with, ma’am?” That doesn’t seem like a pleasant expression at all. 

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[ @mysteriouspresents ]

              ❝ Is your name Ripley?  Ellen Ripley? ❞

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mysteriouspresents started following you

[ slaps w/ tail ]

[sculsurfer-archive-blog]

&. @mysteriouspresents

                       ❛  What’s hypersleep like? Do you dream at all? Or do you just wake up and you’re THERE? ❜ Given the amount of time Ezra spent traveling throughout space, she’d never spent much time IN space. Her face is a mask of intense curiosity as she stares at the woman, chin resting against fists. Part of her was GLAD she never had to endure the tediousness that seemed to revolve around space travel, though getting blasted from one point to another was HARDLY a walk in the park.