somebody hide me before I’m seen

🫰Burittoes for everyone!

What an incredibly useless fact. Interesting! But completely useless.

She doesn’t know it. But for me, that date with Caroline was three hundred years ago. Give or take a decade.

𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ℳℴ𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃, 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝒶ℊℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌ℯ'𝓇ℯ ℊℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓃

Also! After spending a prolonged period in the sixties, I would just like to say that Dick Van Dyke is not the lovely man he presents himself as. He’s the biggest poker cheater I’ve ever met. The bastard.

Never, ever let Marlon Brando talk to you at a bar if you’re hanging out in the 60s. Otherwise you’ll end-up with two years worth of regret and an unflattering paragraph about you on the ‘personal life’ section of his Wikipedia page. Calling me a mere ‘mistress’. The cheek of it!

#Queekisms Ngl kinda forgot Quinci existed. But we’re back bitches.

She’s feeling…hungry…? Is that what this sensation is?

For April Fools’ day, I have turned myself into a human. Because you’re all a joke to me. (No but for real she misunderstood the assignment and will be a normal human until midnight tonight.) (English time).

Caws.

She has turned herself into a birb.

You do realise that you aren’t funny, right? You’re not actually THAT delusional I hope?

I’m surprised you’d even own-up to that lifetime.

I’d rather be a human than ‘warm up’ to you.

you bitch

“And you’re looking for what? Sympathy…? Or is it empathy…? Hm.”

You. Are. Cursed! 🫰

Me? Wrong? I doubt it.

So it’s a nice, calm night for you then?

“What’s a deserter to do if his old employers suddenly find him?”

Nobody cares about Larry.

Miss Oswald was a walking insecurity.

Toodles, have fun.

“Care to repeat those bold little words?” Cocking her head, eyebrows raised.

75 years? Oh, how pathetically limited.

That’s all I ever do ✨

Before you judge how I view humanity, ask yourself if you’ve ever bothered to consider the life of the fly you’ve just swatted.

She was a human. By definition, ‘Clara’ was a middling and dumbstruck oaf.

Her wit’s as thick as a Tewkesbury mustard.

Oh, how will I live with myself?

You’re welcome!

I’m a Q. This dimension is my bitch. It’s called a birthright, honey.

You poor, unfortunate soul.

Is anything rare if everything exists or is true somewhere?

Shame. I was aiming for ‘go away’.

I like the way you think.

Aren’t you a myth in most cultures? Go away and be half-forgotten already.

An apple a day…

#Queekisms Gunna make some tweaks to Quinci’s character and ‘vibe’.

𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔰𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡.

How do you do, I see you’ve met my faithful handyman 🎶

#Queekisms I’ll do my actual replies tmrw. Quinci shall be revived. (Worm I’m so sorry—)

#Queekisms I have a bunch of late replies to do but instead I’m committing Pikminicide

splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat.

Honestly, I have nothing against Pikmin.

Oh! Right! She already did this. Oops.