I am a mature adult.

Call me a Headhunter the way I [REDACTED]

|| Babbling about them

And another surprise hug for @sharpestspartan.bsky.social

The masses fear the binder, for they do not know what is contained within.

Bunch of shorties.

Sticks out fishnet leggy

|| My notes are so disorganized that I couldn’t find what Ripley’s birth name was at first, and I was terrified I just never wrote it down and then forgot what it was because my brain is small But I found my notes Panic averted

Sticks out fishnet leggy

Absolutely baked before noon

They don’t do fishnet Friday posts because they wear some level of fishnet every day. It doesn’t seem worth celebrating their norm in attire. If you want to see them in fishnet, it’s usually just a matter of looking at them.

Crime committed. Should they just submit themself to the brig, or wait and see if the ONI handler actually remembers who punched him in the face after he wakes up? Well. If.

<— very angrily reading their datapad in the mess They’re about to commit a crime.

And for the first time in a very long time They are in a completely horrible mood and can’t fake otherwise.

Well — “Annoy” is a strong word. More they just lightly pester.

They’d never mean to annoy anybody. That’s a lie.

So — I misunderstood, didn’t I

What about fucking aliens

The masses fear the binder, for they do not know what is contained within.

“I really need to start looking out for you whenever I do that.”

Quickly standing, very intent on not looking as devastated as they feel. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean — I didn’t see — it was an accident.”

Guys Theoretically, how would one get their head unstuck from under a low metal shelf that’s bolted to the floor.

Once again scrambling to her side to make sure she’s okay.

PANICKED SCREAM

NOT AGAIN

And once again Sticks out leggy

|| Every day I am tempted to make a fantasy account here But I have no idea how the fantasy verses are on this app so ahajdkskkssk

Positively zooted at work.

“Oh, no. I’m tough, I promise.” With Kali secure on her feet, Ripley released her hands and crossed their arms.

“Are you sure?” They stood, then offered their hands to help the other Spartan up.

“Wh— don’t be sorry! It’s my fault.”

I just — Okay.

Not particularly.

That is, in fact, one of the options.

“Are you okay?”

I will say no more.

Just gonna sit on the floor and make sure they hadn’t just killed somebody.

That’s the idea.

This is not at all what they intended —

Call me a Headhunter the way I [REDACTED]

Sticks out leggy

Knock knock knocking on @anironsiren.bsky.social’s door.

|| Is this app working now I beg

<— fast asleep in the middle of the hall

Ripley knew how easily they could fall into the trap of stalling, and just talking at the door. While tempted to fall into that trap, they were determined to behave. At least for the moment. They opened the door and stepped backwards through it. One final, very happy sounding “”goodnight” was —

A good 75% of their closet is just fishnets, and honestly it isn’t enough.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Ripley stood — though they held onto Farrah’s hand until they were on their feet. They have one last gentle squeeze, then went about getting their jacket on and collecting their things from the table. It was almost sad that the night to be coming to a close. Almost. —

“Tomorrow night,” Ripley agreed, giving Farrah’s hand a small squeeze in return. “We’ll have all night, okay?” Of course that meant they’d not only be putting off their duties for the night, but likely for the following morning as well. Not that they were about to complain about replacing work —