Rose Thorne(She/Her)

“So, y’know those mousepads with the wrist support?”

“Okay…”

“Just vertical. Fitting to a billboard.”

“Yeah, I get that, but… Why?”

“Stop asking, just do it, and if I suddenly die from falling, don’t ask what happened. Just make sure there’s enough space between them to fit the average salaryman, and let me live my dreams.”

All I can think of is the first poor bastard who had the need to take a leak and forgot they were up there.

You know it had to happen at least once.

Arr.

I just enjoy feeling like a pirate at any opportunity.

Me. Thankfully generally not my face, but anywhere else is fair game, including wiggling until faces are pressed into my armpits and I’m cradling a cat on either side.

Second would be a fuzzy blanket or a pet bed, though pet beds are preferred in a cardboard box, so they can have the “luxury cat hotel” experience of bringing in all the current favorite toys to curl up with.

I have a day off on Saturday, and I’ve already declared it a “do nothing” day. I’m picking up cat treats and catnip/silvervine, have my comfy leggings washed and ready, and informed my manager that the only way I’ll be coming in is if a deity decides to reveal themselves at the store and requests my audience specifically, both on video and in writing, in triplicate.

It’s going to be a nice, restful day of stoned snuggles and maybe some nipped-up Baby Battlebox matches(they love getting all hyped up, bouncing into their cardboard boxes, and wrestling).

Hey, digging a hole goes beyond masculinity! It’s one of the few things that hasn’t changed with my transition, if there’s a hole to be dug, throw me a shovel.

Actually, the more I think on this as someone who wants bottom surgery, I think this compulsion may go even deeper…

“They call it Golden Teacher because it’s teaching me to be happy.”

Can still technically say she got in his pants.

I feel like mine might be odd, because it’s more an emotional response than anything else, but it’s been probably close to 20 years.

Wolfs Rain has flaws, and I’ll be the first to admit that, but nothing manages to hit me in the same way as it does every time. I will binge the whole thing in a night with no regrets.

Yeah, give me the option to teleport things, or even just myself, I am doing the most mundane shit with it. Decide I don’t want to walk up the steps? Teleport. Forgot something and don’t want to turn to grab it? Teleport.

My mental association of “light green = mint” immediately makes me turn away from the “green mist”. That sounds like tingling where I don’t want unless using a mint-based soap.

Huh. So that’s what happened to Kaiba after that final duel with Atem in the afterlife.

Good for her.

A clogged drain needs to be taken seriously. Not only does it render at least one drain useless, improper de-clogging can lead to the blockage simply moving further down the plumbing system, and that can cause even more issues.

Plumbing is not a joke. Be up front with your sexual desires.