Journal of Mistress Kat

Gah, I slept way too late. Having finally hauled my ass out of the bed I have so far only managed to achieve breakfast, dishes, putting laundry on, paying rent, texting a friend, checking emails. Notice how none of that included anything even vaguely academic. Hayfever season is here and MY FACE LEAKS, okay, eyes, nose, I’m this close *pinches fingers really close together* to just giving up an drooling on myself just to complete the picture. Fuck yeah I’m attractive at the moment.

Thank you to everyone for cheering me up the other day. You guys are crazy awesome and I love you and not always platonically! It appears I have missed my true calling in life by not taking up space piracy. But it’s okay though because ginnystar and I may have created a whole sprawling space!verse with adventures, antiques smuggling, slutty mechanics boys and stowaways with tattooed hipbones. Other people’s contributions fit in nicely; inkblot_fiend has shipyard, and fictionalfaerie and entangled_now (who is not allowed pets, ever) should work there and bond in their abject fear of space, zeitheist tinkers in engineering (and probably letches after the mechanics!boy), broadwayyy and I partied on Mars like nobody’s business, slash4femme is a mad genius with weakness for shoes, planetkiller , despite her frankly worrying name, navigates like a mofo and gets us to the best gigs in the quadrant.

Also, because ginnystar is my kind of crazy, there is now an icon *points up* FUCK YEAH!



In discussion with zeitheist I also discovered a yearning for a Star Trek!Reboot fic about ( Chekov and crotch rot: )

WHO WILL WRITE IT FOR MEEEEEEEEE?



Finally, because this amuses me to no end. GO GIVE IT TO ME THE WAY I LIKE IT BITCHES!


LOOK AT THIS MOTHERFUCKING GQ MEME