There’s nothing quite like going from Tumblr, where the average person is horrified and angry and proactive about current events with IC3, to check facebook for something and seeing the AlphaHetero guy down the street jorking it to the idea of inviting in a poor, wounded IC3 solder into his home and taking care of him by feeding him by the firelight and caressing his body armor and then his hand, still warm from the coffee mug, touches mine and my heart flutters in my hairy chest…
I’d say they need Jesus, but they’re out there writing fanfics about him too so.















