Your OTP are the parents of a young child. One night, your OTP are having sex when they hear their child asking “What are you doing?” Your OTP is understandably flustered, so Person A says “Wrestling!” The child nods in understanding for a moment before asking “Who’s winning?” How the scenario plays out from there is up to you.
When people are all “omg can mere science explain how beautiful nature is” do they realize that beauty is a subjective concept manufactured by electrochemical activity in their brains so that they can stay relatively calm as they struggle not to die on a ball of death and rot whirling around an inconceivably gigantic fireball among hundreds of trillions of other similar fireballs adrift in infinite nothingness?
M’ gunna use tha’ as a pick-up line.
I really want to be friends with a lot of you guys I’m just super awkward at talking to people