You know, in all those “humans are the creepy/fucked up alien species” posts I can’t believe we haven’t touched on organ donation yet.
When they heard that the human general had fallen ill to a disease of the organ known as the liver the troops began to hope that it might turn the tide of the war. Research indicated that such diseases could be fatal after all. The organ did something similar to the flagulaxin in that it filtered out toxins so when it stopped functioning the human would slowly be poisoned to death by his own body. Or so they believed.
But then he came back.
A foot soldier was captured and answers demanded. Was it a medication? Had the sickeness been a ruse to fool them?
“Nah, man. This kid on a motorcycle wiped out on the I9 freeway so they gave the general his liver since they were a match.”
“They…what?”
“They gave him his liver. The kid was dead, and he was an organ donor. And he was a genetic match to the general.”
“They…cut the liver out of one of your young and placed it in an elder and it…worked?”
“I mean, he wasn’t that young. Mid twenties or something. But yeah, that’s essentially it.”
The interrogator and his assistant both regurgitated their most recent meal and ran from the room. Living in places like the “Australia” were one thing, but taking the organs of dead bodies and placing them in the living? What was WRONG with this species?
I’m dying!!!! I love this!
All of this is beautiful but can we all take a step back from the physical survival of the human race and focus on our emotions? I’m talking about things like:
sarcasm
passive aggressiveness
sass
grief
rage
worry/anxiety
determination
and, for goodness’ sake, love.
Humans pack-bond. We all know this. Can you imagine what the aliens’ reactions would be when they found out that those kick-a humans they picked up, the ones that could walk through hurricanes and lava and hell-fire and enemies on every side, love (platonic or romantic, their own kind and not) with a ferocity that is unheard of among other species?
“DON’T TOUCH HER!” One of the humans in board screamed as Ter’ka pulled one of the young from the cell they placed it in. He ignores the human females cries, and throws the child, a rather small one at 5 earth rotations, and at that hears a large thud as the woman threw herself at the cage door. It opens with the sheer force of her body, and she runs at Ter’ka, grabbing the crying child.
“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” she mutters to the child.
She places her on the ground and charged again at the 6’7 Alarian in front of her, causing nothing but pure terror to pulse through their veins, and they leave the room as quickly as possible. They lock the door, stepping to the guard at the end of the hall.
“They… They ssshouldnt be able to do that. Dear goddessss, how did ssshe do that.”
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When faced with extreme emotional turmoil, a human can have a temporary boost in strength.Imagine if they could see how many emotions we can go through like a color scale. They see the Mom as a fiery red then soft pink when she gets her child then back to a fiery red when she charges the aliens.
to contribute to the ‘humans are weird’ posts…
Okay, but what about marathons tho. Humans are built to follow animals on foot. Until the animal literally gives up and dies. That’s how we hunt. We’re not super fast or claw-y or bite-y. we just keep running. Forever.
Imagine aliens finding out about marathons. Aliens who are stealth predators or evolved from sedentary species learning that humans just straight up run their prey to death.
Alien Wimu: Human Nik, I have been watching this hologram for several ngu’la. What are these humans doing?
Human Nik: Oh, wow, that’s the Olympics! It’s a competition where humans see who is the best at various physical tasks. This is the marathon, I think?
Alien Wiro: We have tests of physical prowess on Mngumu as well. But I have been watching for several ngu’la and these humans have been running the entire time. I am concerned. Are they well? Has something gone wrong with the event? Is something chasing them?
Human Nik: Nope, that’s the event! It’s actually really cool. A long time ago, this human ran – a bunch of kilometers? Something like 40, I think – because he was carrying a message to a place called Marathon from … someplace in Greece because of a war or something. He died I think. Anyway, now a lot of people do it! I actually ran a half-marathon for charity once. It was pretty grueling but it felt really good.
Alien Wiro: …I’m sorry, but I believe you said 40 kilometers. That is equivalent to roughly 349 shmo!
Human Nik: Yeah, that sounds about right.
Alien Wiro: And you said the original person died?
Human Nik: Well, I think. But like I said we train for it now. It’s not so bad, really.
Alien Wiro: …
Human Nik: Anyway, thanks for showing me! It’s really easy to lose track of time up here, wow. Had no idea the Olympics were happening.
Alien Wiro: …
another ‘Humans are Weird’ post
so, sorry if someone has mentioned this before, but i saw a post about how humans were apex predators a little while ago, and one of the points it mentioned was that it’s cause humans have such a wide diet you don’t find in a lot of other animals. plus, we’re pretty poison resistant to things that would hurt/kill most other animals (we’re the only species that is lactose tolerant as the norm, chocolate isn’t poison to us, plus other things that surprised me and i wish i had kept the post :c)
what if most aliens have limited things they can eat? the Susutians can only eat plant matter of a specific color, or Luttans can only eat certain meats from certain types of insects on their planet. so, when they come to earth they’re all like ‘on so what do you eat?’ and they’re thrown through a loop at what choices we have! and they find out that a LOT of the food we eat on the regular is super poisonous to a majority of the known universe!
like, “oh hey, human-steve, thank you for visiting my planet. we’re about to eat the meal of the tirid sun, will you join us?”
“o yeah cool what’s the apple looking thing on that tree?”
“apple….. oh, you mean the highly poison and deadly Punnadix Fruit? those are a scourge of my peopl- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
“uh….. eating it? it’s delicious?”
cue an alien having a heart attack, or whatever the equivalent is. on top of all the other weird shit they’re known for, this makes then rise higher in the list of ‘creatures we are REALLY glad are on our side’.
More “wtf are humans, please leave the rest of us be” stuff:
Human reactions to fear!
No, I’m not talking about screaming or freezing in one spot and pissing yourself. I’m talking about the weirder, more specific-to-only-humans fear reactions.
Like singing.
Idk how many of you have watched people play horror video games, but a surprising amount of people start narrating what’s going on in a sing-song voice.
Imagine being an alien, walking in a horrific, dark tunnel with these weird gangly creatures, you’re all scared out of your wits and then one of them starts fucking singing.
In a dark cave. While everyone’s terrified.
“ ♫ ~We are all gonna fucking die, this is terrible and I wanna go hooooome~ ♬ ”
No one asked but this is because the vibrations stimulate the vagus nerve (which is closely associated with anxiety) and reduce stress & pain signals ! Also often times stress songs we sing are slow which helps regulate breathing and heart rate in you & your group. Singing and humming especially at certain pitches can even help with physical pain.
Also its a way to get out those scared/stressed feelings without panicking or crying (which would like be pretty bad in any scary situation) and most people have more positive associations with singing (when its not related to performance anxiety) so its comforting in that way as well.
So as hilarious as it is it actually makes loads of sense from an evolutionary perspective but then that also bares the question: did cavemen sing while being attacked by wild beasts? Is this why cats purr? Are cat purrs narrating surrounding activity? Why has no one taken away my phone its 5 am?
Humans are the only intelligent species in the universe to have evolved from predators. Every other sentient species has evolved from a prey species… and so they are terrified of us. Now it’s up to you to persuade the Galactic Council that we won’t hunt them down and eat them all.
“We won’t eat you,” I shrugged. “Most of us would find the idea of eating a sapient being repulsive – it would be like eating another human.”
The gathering murmured. The herbivores were big, to be honest. A lot of them were easily elephant-sized, with a few even bigger. It had been jarring, at first, being one of the smallest known species. I guess we’d always expected ‘little green men’, small aliens with big eyes, looking a lot like us.
But no, they were big. Intimidatingly so. And we’d just told them not to be afraid of us. I looked over to some of my team, a few of whom wore expressions like they’d just realised it. Some of the aliens, too, were giving us a fresh appraisal. Instead of wide and fearful eyes, they were now narrowed in thought.
One of them leant against the wall, arms crossed. There was something buffalo-like about him, with a set of horns curving out of his head, and a rather bovine nose. A little like a minotaur, really. The Tellors had a problem with water shortages, we’d heard. Another, someone reptilian with nictating membranes and a nervous, flicking tongue whispered to her cohorts, her eyes darting between us all. The Fiarans were apparently running out of arable land.
I let my mouth pull up at the corners.
Now, there’s a funny thing about most beings, sapient or otherwise. Showing off your teeth is a general sign for ‘look what I have and might very well use’. Humans have always been weird about that, so it’s been normally something all of us in the diplomatic sector have to worry about when smiling.
Normally.
I cleared my throat, and the Council turned back to me.
“We want to be friends, really,” and the tone of my voice caused my team to spin around and stare at me. “And we have high hopes for what we could achieve together in an alliance.”
I paused, making eye contact with the Tellor and Fiaran especially.
“We won’t eat you,” I said. “But we didn’t eat our predators, either.”
The crowd began to mutter again. The Tellor snorted, making his way to the front.
“I have studied humans – you are the apex predators of your planet. Please explain.”
I looked up at him. “Oh yes, we are now.”
He tilted his head, and then took a step back as the meaning hit him. Or at least the meaning I meant to give – I wasn’t exactly about to spew lion attack statistics or explain the concept of zoos to him.
“We do want to be friends.” I said.
I grinned.
but what if,,, what if humans aren’t the only Hold My Beer species.
We are one of two.
The Adt’harra people look kind of like a cross between a bat and an elf. Big ole radar dish ears, slender bipedal bodies, all that. Their planet is heavily forested with gargantuan mangrove swamps, and they lurk under the roots to hunt fish and birds. More importantly, they lurk under the roots to prank the shit out of any and all intergalactic visitors.
The Adt’harran love of pranks was at first a non-starter for joining the Intergalactic Alliance, but then they realized that these creatures were absolute geniuses for rigging complex mechanics in a matter of minutes, and also were simply too enthusiastic to refuse.
At around the same time, the Human people were discovered. They were rather flimsy compared to many other members of the Alliance, but further interaction proved them to be loyal crewmembers willing and able to risk life and limb for their cause and teammates. Further interaction also proved them to be reckless bastards who think it’s great fun to glue six warp cores together and try to poke a tunnel through a sun.
It was very quickly decided by the high-ups that Humans and Adt’harrans should never be allowed to interact, they would surely blow up at least three ships and cause a half dozen interplanetary incidents with their scheming.
When the Humans and Adt’harrans eventually meet anyway because neither species is really into ‘rules’, they are fast friends and the collective universe tears its hair out.
i know this post is a true vision of the future because i am a human and i can’t wait to meet the adt’harrans and go full mythbusters on the galaxy
holy shit i need this
Full Mythbusters on the galaxy god bless
I do so love when my own post crosses my dash
Convergent evolution yo. Humans and Adt’harrans both exploit the “tool-using omnivore that lives in/around trees” niche, which naturally lends itself to “yeah sure I’ll try anything just to see if it works/if it doesn’t poison me”.
Okay, so what if the first meeting were to go like:
A ship with humans as part of the crew gets stranded when their prime flux stabiliser goes offline. Captain Zizi, a Zilla, follows protocol and sends out a distress beacon.
The only ships near enough to respond before the air supply runs out are the ship of Captain Untung, a Dono, and the ship of Captain Lolowap, an Adt’harran.
Captain Lolowap: “We’re picking up a distress beacon. We’re going in.”
Captain Untung: “Wait! Uh, we got that beacon too! We’ll get it!”
Captain Lolowap: “…what? Our ship is faster, they said it was urgent, what’s the problem?”
Captain Untung: “Uhhhh I don’t know if you got the manifest, but that’s a ship largely crewed by humans and uh… we don’t think you guys will be compatible.”
Captain Lolowap: “… Are you attempting humour again? I’m so proud of you, but really, not the time. They need help as of 5 hours ago, we’re going in, humans or no humans,
everyone is compatible with living longer and not dying in the vacuum of space, I’m sure we’ll get on just fine. Lolowap out.”
Captain Untung: “…but that’s what we’re afraid of… No, Lolowap! I’m serious!”
Captain Lolowap: “Bzzt can’t understand you you’re breaking up, going too fast for the signal bzzt.”
Captain Untung: “You are literally just saying ‘bzzt’ there is no signal breakage GET BACK HERE LOLOWAP! LOLOWAP!? ….Kruk, she hung up. I cannot believe this. She hung up on me. I will not be held responsible for this. I will not, you hear me!?”
But by the time the
Adt’harran ship gets to Captain Zilla’s ship, it turns out that the humans have managed to jury-rig a solution that is letting the ship limp through space. It’s not that the help from Captain Lolowap’s ship isn’t appreciated, it’s just that even if it hadn’t been coming, they probably would have survived.
Captain Lolowap: “…Engineer Yolozat, what am I looking at?”
Engineer Yolozat: “I couldn’t have done it better myself Captain! I’ve never seen anything like this before! They hitched the D.W. to the DuH1k-E with a hair decoration and managed to bypass the faulty connection!”
Engineer Jacinta: “Oh uh, it’s nothing,I saw something like it in an old vid once and I thought it might work here. And well, I’ve always got a bunch of bobby-pins, and they’re made out of metal, so I figured it might do in a pinch.”
Engineer Yolozat: “…Captain, permission to poach this human for our crew.”
Engineer Jacinta: “…What? I wasn’t even the one who got it to work, that was Casey.”
Engineer Yolozat: “…There are more of you?”
Engineer Jacinta: “Yes? Though Casey got locked in the brig for being ‘reckless’ again. I mean, I don’t see the big deal, they didn’t blow us up, and we would have managed to get at least as far as Lira 5 with the rig.”
Engineer Yolozat: “I’ve changed my mind. Captain, permission to poach all the humans for our crew.”
Captain Lolowap: “Granted.”
Engineer Jacinta: “…what?”
And that was the time the humans got adopted by the Adt’harrans and everyone else was terrified.
Just imagine.
So we’ve been our normal, weird space-orc little selves. Trying our best to behave, when appropriate, while also living like we wanted. Most of the rest of the species had grown pretty boring for one reason or another. Then we met the Adt’harrans and had one heck of a party.
*a generally normal object*
humans:
*a generally normal object but very, very small*
humans: :O!!!!!!!!
Aliens: -slowly lowers the curtain- See? EVERY time.
*lifts curtain to repeat the procedure*
Aliens: …It’s actually really cute.
plot twist: the aliens are just like us, only much larger
Imagine being a human in an alien crew in space and leaving with bright blue or pink hair and the color fades and everybody on board wonders WHY you are losing your colors??? Is it the lack of greens? Are you sad? Angry? They just don’t know??
“HUMAN BIOLOGY IS BAFFLING”
These are the kinds of pure posts I come to this place for.
id wreak mayhem for a really good scifi where sight was considered as exotic and numinous as telepathy by the protag species
#everybody else uses sonar or long whiskers and that thing with the sensing electrical impulses#meanwhile: humans can ‘see’ which is a thing which is like and yet unlike ordinary perception#it would also only ever come into play in the same frivolous ‘VULCAN STRENGTH’ sort of way as Spock’s extra attributes#for maximum effect vision would be faithfully written as 100% an asspull in the best waywhat the fuck dude this is awesome i want this too now
Okay, but what about those deep sea fish that produce light at a wavelength that *only they can see.* Predators that can somehow sense you in a completely undectable and unfathomable manner to you; they might as well be psychic.
YES, EXACTLY–vision is SUCH an asspull?? Sometimes it’s “"dark”“ and we can’t see anything. And also we’re impaired for plot reasons! Sometimes ALIEN WEAPONRY or otherwise-innocuous ship components are ”“too bright”“ and we yell and try to hide, subject to some sort of obscure, tortuous imperative. The rest of the time we can UNERRINGLY tell when anyone is trying to play pranks on us, the names and emotional/physical status of EVERY SINGLE BEING IN THE ROOM (or, when outside civilized warrens, ”“line of sight”“)–and yes, of course, can’t forget about our nigh-mythical fighting arts revolving around insane dodging skills.
And SNIPING. And also, god, fuck–don’t forget about completely arbitrary “”””atmospheric disturbances””” (fog, smoke–the new “ionic interference”) ALSO plottasatically rendering our abilities moot.
Plus, some people have more powerful Vision than others, but some people have a very short effective range of Vision. However, humans have come up with devices that “change the angles of refraction” of the “light” so that the naturally impaired have their skills enhanced–but they can always be knocked off their faces or be broken.
Also some people are terrible at normal Vision work, but have excellent night vision and are skilled at working under adverse conditions.
Oooh, and human art is almost entirely Vision based. Think about non-seeing aliens trying to access the majority of human art!
IM!!! SCREAMING!!! GLASSES. Glasses are SUCH another great Weird Alien Gimmick. God–you get all used to your Human friend and their bizarre abilities, you just start to really trust in and rely on them in tight places and problem-solving a little bit, then you get fucken marooned on a fucken planetoid somewhere and they just in this very small little voice, after you have pulled them from the wreckage and sat down to go over your options, inform you that they’ve lost their glasses.
Oh my god and an episode where we’re up against Evil Humans and our heros turn to their humans like ‘you can see them, right, you can tell when they’re near? you can counter them?’ and our hero is genuinely shaken and worried— they’ve got high-tech military mechanical enhancers, the devices strapped to their heads let them see anywhere, they can operate in near-absolute ‘darkness’, they can operate in near-lethal ‘brightness’, they can see through walls— not doors, not glass, but walls.
Then we have a heroic scene where the crew’s human is the scrappy, desperate underdog for once instead of the cool and collected superbeing. It is super cool. The human and the captain probably mack wildly on one another in medbay after this. Roll credits.
Person 1: I dunno, dude. This ‘light’ stuff sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo to me. I mean, how do we know it’s even real?
Person 2: Seriously, how can something be a wave and a particle? That doesn’t even make sense.
Mysterious Human: Even if you cannot perceive the light, you can feel its warmth–
Person 1: Oh my god, please shut it with the mystical hoo-hah. You’re insufferable.
Mysterious, somewhat exasperated Human: the ‘light’ enters the sensitive paired apertures in our faces, passing through biological lenses and chambers to stimulate specific nerves we call ‘rods’ and ‘cones’. one set of nerves tells us the volume of light we’re perceiving, while the other estimates the wavelength frequency. the total input creates in our mind a continuous sonarscape of immense complexity, where we can perceive ‘textures’ that are impossible to understand with mere sound or touch. this is why my people’s communication devices are small, flat, silent boards: we ‘read’ the patterns of light they emit as language and ‘watch’ the patterns of light they emit as sonarscapes.
Captain: okay…. sounds fake, but okay…
And they just keep on making up new bullshit rules for how light works, like
Navigator: Warp drive engaged. We are approaching 90% of the Lorentz limit.
Human: What now?
Navigator: Oh, uh, it’s really complex, but lemme try. So, matter can only move so fast through space, right? Like absolutely, nothing can ever ever possibly go faster than like about 3 hundred million meters per second–
Human: Ah yes. The speed of light.
Navigator: …oh for fuck’s sake.
Captain: My god! Time! Has… frozen!
Human: Fuuuuuuuuck.
Captain: What?
Human: Remember how light is a wave and a particle?
Captain: Yes, we mention this every episode.
Human: Yeah, light’s frozen along with everything else. I can’t see shit.
Captain: My god! Our sonar doesn’t work either! The soundwaves— they can’t propagate through this frozen air! We’ll have to use just our whiskers!
Human: Fuuuuuuuuck.
Also:
*the whole crew running away from a big angry thing*
Human: I’ll have to stop in five minutes tops!
Crew member: What? No! You can’t, we’ll get eaten!
Human: My torchlight’s battery is almost dead, I have to change it!
Crew member: Just wait until we’ve reached the base!
Human: I’m physically unable to keep running at that speed without a lamp, and fyi, it’s night-time now, and this planet has no moon.
Also:
*hunting heat-sensitive creatures*
Crew member: Could you please turn this huge beacon of warmth off?
Human: No. This is a lamp, you didn’t think to include room for it in the heat-concealing clothes we have, and it’s night right now.
Also:
The whole crew fell into a cave and lost most of their gear.
Human: *clumsily feeling their way around and slowing everybody down*
Quarter of an hour later:
Human: *scouting ahead, having to wait for them*
Crew member: what happened to you? Did you grow a sonar or something?
Human: No, my eyes just needed time to get used to the ambiant low light, since it was so bright outside.
Also vision is such a long-range thing. In plains or naked mountains, they can see kilometers away. And without any extra gear, as long as they’ve talked about it beforehand, they can exchange basic informations while super far away.
Also:
Human prisoners inventing a code language based on the colored pebbles lying around all over the jail (green means “ok” and “go!” and “now”; red means “stop” and “no” and “angry”; two red pebbles mean “danger”; violet mean “future” and “wait”; so like three small violet pebbles mean “in three minutes”; brown mean “I don’t know”, “I’m not sure” or “maybe”).
Also humans being able to pick someone out from a crowd super easily.
Also humans being able to see through some disguises way too fast.
Also:
Human: That thing’s poisonous, stay away!
Crew member: how can you know this without a detailed lab analysis?
Human: It’s a different colour.
Crew member: …?
Alien: So you’re saying that human brains sometimes just… malfunction? And see threats that aren’t really there?
Human: Yeah basically?
Alien: And then the human keeps living and doing things anyways???
Human: Yup
Alien: Woahhhhhh. Woahhhhh. Humans are badass.
Aliens would probably have fundamentally different responses to trauma than humans would,like- their brains. would be so fundamentally different. at a basic chemical and structural level we’d have to relearn everything, in this scenario the alien species is REALLY BAD at continuing to function with even a slightly impaired brain, and deals with it with LOTS OF BABIES, Oh yeah great grandpa died three years back when he got really surprised and WHAT DO YOU MEAN,THAT A HUMAN GOT STABBED THROUGH THE HEAD AND CONTINUED TO LIVE I DON’T BELIEVE YOU THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, I bet they are all pregnant all the time and when they randomly die the baby eats their way out of the corpse, they are insectoid and look a lot like praying manti and they REALLY FREAK OUT THEIR HUMAN FRIENDS THE FIRST TIME IT HAPPENS, there is a sort of generational memory that happens which is how they managed to develop tech at all being so fragile, so when the creatures get depressed or homesick or manic and die it’s not like their human friends have lost them forever, except for how it sort of is, (via @songofsunset)
PLEASE IMAGINE THE FIRST TIME AN ALIEN HAS ONE OF THEIR HUMAN FRIENDS DIE
‘so hey, that was a great funeral, cool outfits, always glad to learn more about your culture and stuff. So, when is she coming back?’
‘She- she’s not coming back’
‘Yeah, not as Megan, but when is her replacement coming back?’
‘We’re- not hiring anyone new for a couple weeks???’
‘no no no, you’re not getting what I’m saying- I want to ask her about that book she lent me- can I keep it for another week or two, or does her new version want it back?’
The humans stare at the alien and just. slowly start to figure out what the alien is saying. The alien shuffles nervously, their six spindly legs making a skritching noise that echoes in the cold chapel. Finally, the kindest of the humans takes the alien aside and-
‘hey. so. Us humans don’t come back when we die. Not like you do.’
‘what? No, but you clearly talk about reincarnation, and-’
‘Those are just stories, Six. When humans die, we’re gone. We don’t come back.’
The alien laughs ‘No, see, cuz that would mean that- that would mean. That Megan- Megan is-’ The alien cuts off the hissing noise that is their equivalent of a sob. ‘I have to go.’
The alien spends a week in their spaceship, the only place they can send communication to their Mother. When they come back, their carapace is a glistening new shade of red, and they’ve ended up as a different gender. When the lab adviser asks them how they are feeling about Megan-
‘Megan? Oh, yes, my previous version was very fond of Megan.’ The alien cocks their head, like a particularly thoughtful bird. ‘I suppose that I regret her loss. She was a valuable member of the team.’
The lab adviser lets this be- they are aliens after all. But later, when lab hours are done, the adviser notices Six double and triple-checking all the lab equipment, especially- well. The accident that took Megan will never happen again.
The book is never returned.
Now imagine the flip side: Sevan finds out his human friend is due to have a baby in six months. Six months! He asks, and finds that no, there’s no way to delay a human birth. In six months, a new version of his friend will emerge. Will they still like space operas? What about visiting that smoothie place in quadrant 6? Will they even still want to be friends?
His friend asks him to be visit the baby, after it’s born. Of course, of course he will. It’s the least he can do. There’s always that vulnerable phase after birth when you haven’t got the hang of the new motor controls, and everyone needs a helping palp for the first few months.
The night he hears that the new baby has been born, he wails quietly and recites the qualities of his friend that he will miss the most.
Three days later, he gathers his resolve and knocks on the hatch of his friend’s place. Strangely, the access panel hasn’t been lowered – rude. He’ll make sure that’s one of the first things changed. His friends partner opens the door and lets him in and there – there is his friend,looking tired but well, a miniature copy of herself held in her arms. Imagine his joy when he finds out that not only will he get to spend longer with his current friend, but there will be another friend to get to know!
woa
good bug stories tbh
Excellent bug stories
I am crying over space bugs don’t touch me
good good bugs ;n;
just moving along like everyone else 