#spacehated

[astrohail]

    “ REALLY, i’m fine.  “   she blinks at the bright light shone in her eyes, flinching slightly, her hands FOLDED NEATLY in her lap.  “  I DIDN’T even hit my head that hard.  “

@spacehated

[tireure-blog]

random positivity for u, with ur beautiful blog and ur beautiful self

ok but super focused positivity for you & the fact that every time you come online you bring a smile w/ you.    you’re so talented & so down-to-earth & kind in one single body it’s awesome & ridiculous (´• ω •`)

[spacenurse]

happy BIRTHDAY SCUB love you

orla bb i’m weeping ilu2 never stop being u ok i’m so happy we met ok there’s no one better to battle this hellsite with :’))))

[chatonesque-archive-blog]

spacehated : wheres mine :(

i’ll take u on a date ok u got me with the sad face

[senstar-blog1]

gives him the damn waffles.

❛          ——for me ?          ❜          although the press of his palm to his chest and the widening of his eyes would signal disbelief,  he offers little time for a response          (     all too fearful of a late april fool’s,  or an unprecedented change of heart     )          and simply tugs the plate closer with one hand,  cutlery with the other.          the grin that slowly spreads is unabashed,  gaze gleaming and hungry,  palate watering.          ❛          waffles with blueberries and syrup are my favourite.          ❜          or are they riley’s ?          he can never be sure anymore,  traits of his cluster leaking through when he least expects it.

giddy as a child on christmas eve     —     it’s the little things,  isn’t it ?          like when his favourite contestant wins on   La Voz… México,   or when he nails the line for his scene in one take,  or     …     in this case,  when he gets his favourite blueberry and syrup waffles     —     it’s the first mouthful he cuts that he makes the loudest appreciative hum for,  mouth still half full and chewing when he speaks.

❛          mmmph,  that is—      these are the bes’ waffles i’ph had—          ❜          finally swallowing,  he sighs with a heavy satisfaction,  already swivelling the plate so that cutlery now faces his company.           ❛          —in my entire life.          you have to try some.          try,  please.          ❜          plate is slid back to its prior holder,  finger swiping syrup from the corner of his own mouth messily as a nod of his head urges him on.

[starraised-archive]

spock’s staring at @spacehated

“if i may inquire... exactly does ‘until the cows come home’ imply? are there certain time schedules that bovines on earth adhere to?”

[streetwar-blog1]

spacehated replied to your post: damn it i wanna make a space pirate oc using...

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or encourage me that’s fine too

[valorflown-blog]

SHHNK ! there's the hypo, right into his neck.

            it  STUNG.     pure  reflex  jerked him back,   hand clasped   tight   to the spot at the back of his neck  and  pushing down that  urge  to swat at the man    like  the   pest   he was being.   steve was   NOT   jim,  that he was more than sure about   no matter how many time  that man kept trying to  insist he was,  the jabs at his hair and clothes still slightly   bruising   to  his  ego.    ‘  what the  hell  do you think you’re doing ? ’   too much was going on,    and  steve  was reaching the point  of   screaming.     ‘  what is that thing ? ’     at least dr.  poison’s    creations   were rather   upfront   about what they were.