among humans

Recently a little idea hit me: What would the characters do when it’s Halloween? I actually headcanon that a lot of the younger Trolls (and other creatures) use the opportunity to mingle among the Humans that night. 

In my Redemption story (after Barbara learned who Stricklander was and she kinda forgave him(gave him a second chance) Barbara invites Stricklander to the Halloween-party of her clinic. At first he is not so keen about it, because he is unsure about going into public with this form. But mostly because he isn’t so fond of this dressing up, since as a Changeling he already has to pretend to be someone else and even when it’s just for fun he doesn’t care about it. 
However this is a chance for him and Barbara to go out on some kind of date, so he agrees, but refuses to dress up. His troll appearance will be costume enough.
Stricklander’s surprise is very big when he sees Barbara’s costume. With fake horns, body paint and a few other things she made herself look like a Troll (Or Changeling, due to her human shape) He is confused, she could have chosen a far more usual/casual costume, why would she dress up like a Troll/Changeling? 
Barbara is a bit bashful, while she explains that she thought this way it could be a couple costume for them, but maybe this was a stupid idea, wouldn’t be her first. During her rambling Stricklander looks flabbergasted, but then takes her hand to make her stop and says how much he appreciates this thought of her.
And he has to be honest with himself, the Troll part of him totally approves seeing her like that. 
During the party they both get complimented for their creative and matching costumes and Barbara also gets jealous looks from some of the woman, when they notice how charming Stricklander is. I’m very sure the two would dance all evening long until their feet hurt.

While these two have a blast at the party of the clinic, Jim, Toby and Claire wanted to show Blinky, a few other Trolls, Jean and NotEnrique (which I will call Rico) around on this Halloween night. But in the end they have to chase after Jean and Rico, who use the opportunity to play pranks and crash parties together. They normal don’t get along and bicker a lot (it’s different than Jean and Draal, since Jean still has respect for Draal, but not for Rico), but this night they somehow ended up as partners in crime and the town’s number one troublemakers. 

Who are these people ordering fish from fast food restaurants, keeping Captain D’s and Long John Silver in business?

They walk among us in human form—husks hiding grotesquely alien consciousnesses.

god fucking bless tumblr user @gatheringbones, who when I said “hey I need something to listen to on a long car trip” replied “hey, check out this podcast about space and people being quintessentially human, which means angry and vicious and loving and protective and all the shades of complicated moral feeling in between, but mostly just human”

(which is my invitation to listen to to the wolf 359 podcast if you have not already, because it has been the saving grace of my last few weeks, and there is no salve to a shattered love for humanity quite like a story about how relentlessly rebelliously good we can be) 


get to know me meme: favorite tv shows [3/10] - fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood

↳ Alchemy is the science of understanding, deconstructing, and reconstructing matter. However, it is not an all-powerful art. It is impossible to create something out of nothing. If one wishes to obtain something, something of equal value must be given. This is the law of equivalent exchange; the basis of all alchemy. In accordance to this law, there is a taboo among alchemists. Human transmutation is strictly forbidden. For what could equal the value of a human soul?

Fight, Flight, Posture, or Submit

I just noticed a dynamic between these guys that I’d never quite put together before: in precise contrast to what Will thinks he wants, he will always fail to follow through on a lethal confrontation with Hannibal if (and only if) Hannibal makes a show of rolling over for him.

Bear with me for a sec because this is kind of fascinating: a while ago, I read a book called On Killing: The Psychological Cost of Learning to Kill in War and Society. The author Dave Grossman proposed a theory which jives with a lot of stuff I learned in anthropology classes, but he has a particularly pithy way of describing it. Between animals of the same species, he says, the choices of behavior in a confrontation aren’t as simple as the “fight or flight” choice we usually talk about.

Grossman calls his model “fight, flight, posture, or submit.” This model takes into account a common trait among most animals (including humans): members of the same species almost never jump immediately to the ‘fight’ option in a confrontation. Doing so would result in needless deaths, particularly among younger individuals who haven’t yet learned to defend themselves, and then to eventual depopulation and extinction.

Instead, animals tend to begin confrontations by posturing – by making a show of their superiority in an attempt to make the other party back down. If, during the posturing phase, it becomes clear that the individuals are fairly evenly matched, they are likely to start a physical fight in order to establish dominance, while still avoiding lethal attacks if possible.

However, if it becomes clear during the posturing phase that one of the individuals is definitely strong enough to defeat the other one, the weaker opponent will do one of two things: flee or submit. I’ll just quote the book here:

“Submission is a surprisingly common response, usually taking the form of fawning and exposing some vulnerable portion of the anatomy to the victor, in the instinctive knowledge that the opponent will not kill or further harm one of its own kind once it has surrendered.”

So, now that we’ve got all that context out of the way, let’s talk about Will and Hannibal!

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I wonder

If Uta let Mutsuki stab him for two reasons, one of which to give the impression that Kaneki was dead. Second of all, like with using humans among the clowns he’s using Mutsuki to show the insane blood lust among them by how Mutsuki was able to mutilate the body of an old superior. Which by doing this would plant more unrest between investigators, which in return would give him more entertainment.


The mirror monster. 

It takes a form similar to a man and wraps themselves in clothes to hide the dark matter they really are, walking among the humans in their good disguise. If ever needing to ‘disappear’ they just return back in the mirror.

All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.5

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4135
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mild language, sexual tension.
A/N: HEY IT’S BEEN MONTHS I KNOW BUT HERE WE ARE!! So remember how I lost the original 2000+ words I had written for Pt.5 before the file got corrupted? Well in this rewrite, I somehow doubled it so get comfy! Also, as a show of gratitude for your patience with me, I’ve been working really hard and I’ll be posting Pt.6 tomorrow and Pt.7 the day after! Three parts in three days, look at you! Just a heads up, Pt.8 will be the final update and then that’s it for this monster of a fic! I love you all so much and thank you for sticking around with me. ❤

P.S. I am such a little shit for extending the slow burn and I’m not even sorry about it…okay I’m really sorry, please don’t lynch me ILYOKAYBYE!

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“I’ll see you tomorrow, James,” you said, blushing at the way he smiled back. Admiring the way his lips still looked full and plump as he grinned, and the way his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks.

Bucky passed his tongue over his fangs as he watched you walk away, just one more day and he would have you again.

“I made a promise, didn’t I?”

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angels living among us, in cities and in towns, among the skyscrapers and the street corners

angels that wonder why they now bleed red instead of glittering shades of gold and silver

angels that carry pocket knives and switchblades everywhere they go; their concealed weapons are nothing compared to the divine blades and swords that they once held, but they’ll have to do for now

angels that constantly fill their heads with starstuff and light and knowlege and love, so that they can spread it among the humans that they’ve grown to love here

angels, when two cross paths on a crowded city sidewalk, that exchange careful glances and know that they aren’t alone here. they do not speak

71-hour Ahmed was not superstitious. He was substitious, which put him in a minority among humans. He didn’t believe in the things everyone believed in but which nevertheless weren’t true. He believed instead in the things that were true in which no one else believed. There are many such substitions, ranging from “It’ll get better if you don’t pick at it” all the way up to “Sometimes things just happen.”

– on substitions | Terry Pratchett, Jingo