definitely not human

Ajin Week. Day 2: The Magician / Favorite Quote / Marigold

“Do not make me dunk you in a vat of formalin.” Tozaki, Tosaki, Tazaki.

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my god this video is incredible. i am in floods of tears.

ugh i love my beautiful, brave, strong, resilient little girl SO MUCH. GOD. 

People need to understand that parents can be wrong. Parents are humans. They make mistakes, they make bad decisions, they mess up. Parents are not invincible and they’re not perfect. In fact, some parents are so twisted in their own minds, that they are poison to their children. They may not even realise it, but it is definitely possible. Parents are just human beings that once used to be not parents. So can we stop forcing this idea that parents are always right and no matter what, you should do as they say. Some parents are terrible parents. We need to accept this.

anonymous asked:

Finding this blog has legitimately been one of the best things to happen to me :3 Anyway, what do you think about MTMTE Megatron trying to keep his 'prized pet' human away from the other bots on the LL?

Awww, gosh!  Thank you so much!  ^//__//^

Megatron would most definitely want to keep his human (friend? lover? pet?  He’s not really sure) away from the other mechs on board.  He’s seen the way they look at you and it sets his energon boiling.  Back when he was the most feared warlord in the known universe, he had no shortage of willing followers and partners.  But now that the war’s over and he’s stuck on a ship full of people that want him dead, non-hostile interactions are few and far between.  That’s why he’s so adamant about keeping you to himself.  He couldn’t stand the thought of one of the only people who hold any affection for him whatsoever to be poisoned against him by the rest of the crew. 

He insists on carrying you everywhere around the ship (maybe not on his shoulder, though as that wouldn’t set a very dignified example, but hands are certainly fine).  He wishes he wasn’t so selfish with your attention, but he can’t help it.  If he notices the bar getting noticeably hostile when he arrives, he’ll insist on the two of you going somewhere else, rather than leaving you behind to enjoy yourself.  He tries not to notice the look of disappointment on your face when this happens.  He always tries to make it up to you by offering a nice quiet evening in his habsuite with drinks, music, and poetry if you’re interested.  It’s nice enough, but it’s not quite the same as having a drink with all your friends.

As Megatron’s paranoia grows, so does his possessiveness.  Soon it gets to a point where he won’t even let you leave his room unless he’s accompanying you.  He even gives your duties over to someone else so you have no excuse to leave him anymore.  And really, why would you want to?  Don’t you know what kind of people you’re traveling with?  They’re really the lowest of the low, dearest.  Mechs who wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of a sweet little thing like you.  Now why don’t you come sit next to him while he reads so he can pet your hair for awhile, hmm?  

…Though that chrome-plated trooper suit is, by now, firmly a part of the Star Wars iconography, this portfolio is the first time Gwendoline Christie’s Captain Phasma has shown her face. “I think a big part of the allure of her character was just wondering what might be underneath,” Hidalgo explains of keeping the Game of Thrones star helmeted in the first film of the current trilogy. “It was only relatively recently that we wanted to commit to the idea that there was a human under there. The Force Awakens left that question, but as we got further into Last Jedi, as well as some other stories we’re thinking about with Phasma, we had to ask ourselves, ‘All right, do we agree there’s a human under there?’ ”

The definitely human Phasma is also sporting a slick new weapon which, Hidalgo says, “doesn’t have a fancy name yet.” (But it will—these things always do.) Unlike the weapons we’re used to seeing in Star Wars—lightsabers and blasters—Phasma’s accessory is a retractable pole arm that collapses into a smaller, easy to carry form should she ever find herself shoved down a trash compactor again. This weapon, Hidalgo says, has a strong connection to Phasma’s history, which will be explored in a comic-book series out in September. “Her background,” Hidalgo hints, “is more low-tech than many would assume.” [x]

Humans are stubborn. They will often disregard the dangers or foolishness of an endeavor if they believe it must be done.

Human-Megan was the first recorded example of this trait. She was called to the bridge during the time that a small landing party was sent to a planet she insisted was a “Death Star” simply because of its highly metallic atomic makeup.

Everything seemed to be proceeding as normal. The landing party arrived successfully, and began to survey the surrounding terrain, searching for any signs of life. Occasionally, the captain would glance in Human-Megan’s direction, in hopes that she would offer her strangely accurate insight on the progress of the mission; however, he was given nothing but incoherent mumbling about “bad feelings” and the need to “screw this noise”.

But then the mission fell into disaster. The landing party, as cautious as they were, found themselves ambushed by a group of cybernetic lifeforms, who dragged them beneath the planet’s surface after firing several devastating shots to their scouting vessel.

The captain frowned, pressing two of his four tentacles together as he considered their new situation. It would not be wise to send anyone to retrieve their fallen crew members – – it was likely they would be killed within the next few minutes. This in mind, he gave the order to resume flight towards the nearest inhabited system in order to refuel and collect new crewmates.

“What the hell?”

Those are for the bridge ceased preparations to resume flight for a moment, observing Human-Megan in confusion. She seemed suddenly distraught–she was trembling, her hands clenched into what her species called “fists”, teeth bared in something that was most definitely NOT a human smile.

“Aren’t you going to send someone after them?” she said incredulously, waving a hand harshly in the direction of the monitor.

“Human-Megan, I fail to see the logic in your statement,” the captain stated calmly.

“The logic in my–” The human interrupted her own words with a sound that set hairs on end and jolted the nervous system. If her shipmates didn’t know any better, they would have called it a growl.

“They’re our CREW MATES!” she cried, eyes darting back and forth as if silently damning all present for not taking her meaning. “More than that, they’re our FRIENDS! You can’t just–no, you WON’T just ditch them down there!”

The captain raised an eye-ridge. Was his human–was she threatening him? Despite himself, a shiver of fear raced down his lengthy spine–he had heard tales of what ignoring human threats had led to, and those tales were not to be taken lightly.

“Is that insubordination, Human-Megan?” he inquired, struggling to keep his own voice level despite the ever-growing fear in his stomach.

“No, that’s common-****ing sense,” she spat in return. “You don’t leave shipmates behind like that. You just don’t. What if that was you? Would you be okay with us just abandoning YOU down there?”

Again, confusion. “I believe you have met our first officer. He is perfectly qualified to act as captain until another can be appointed. There is no reason to lose crewmen unnecessarily.”

For a moment, he thought he had successfully gotten through to the human. She didn’t respond, simply staring at him, breathing erratically, mouth slightly open in such a way that for a moment he was forced to consider that he may have BROKEN his human.

But then she reacted. She pursed her lips and–spat at him.

The crew members who had done research on human culture physically recoiled in shock. She had actually SPAT at him–a human sign of absolute loathing and lack of respect. The captain himself was visibly shocked, observing his human almost blankly as his brains struggled to make sense of her actions.

She spun about, hissing a vile “Fine,” at those around her with a venom that made all near her flinch. Without another word she marched towards the lift, reaching out and grabbing an officer’s stunner directly from her waist before exiting.

Everyone resumed their work after a moment. Humans were strange, they were well aware of this by now. This was just another strange human behavior. Granted, human insight on situations was often valuable, but this was not one of those situations. This was the human refusing to see sense.

However, a few moments later an alarm was triggered, and a crew member appeared, breathing heavily, at the entrance to the bridge.

“Sir–captain,” he gasped. “The human–”

“What?”

“She–she stole a scouting vessel, sir,” the crewman said, his voice trembling. “She is en route for the planet’s surface.”

Chaos ensued on the bridge instantly. Their human was RETURNING to the danger? What could possibly have possess them to do something so illogical? The captain, minds reeling, immediately opened a comm line.

“Human-Megan, what are you doing?”

“The right thing, assholes,” a venomous voice shot back. “Why? You gonna stop me?”

“Human-Megan–”

“Oh, don’t ‘Human-Megan’ me,” she snapped. “My NAME is Megan. Just Megan. And if you’re gonna just leave them to die, then what do you care if I go after them? You weren’t all broken up when they got taken, why should I be any different?”

It was then that the comm line went silent. For much longer than was productive, the bridge remained still and silent, with baited breath, awaiting the fate of their human. Was she truly going back to that place? Perhaps she was simply “bluffing”, as they called it. Tricking them. She was being strangely vindictive today–was this more of this behavior?

However, after a few tense hours the GEV registered the presence of the scouting vessel–significantly battered and charred–returning to dock in the ship’s bay. The landing party had returned, injured but alive, led by a frighteningly frazzled and blood-drenched Human-Megan, stunner in hand and fire in her eyes.

It was with a strange mix of awe and utter terror that the captain approached the feral-looking human. “You…you were successful in rescuing them.”

For a moment, the human was silent. She turned to face the captain, no longer furious, but strangely aglow, radiating such strength that the captain was intimidated by her very presence.

“There’s something you should know,” she said, no longer furious, but victorious. “It is NEVER okay to leave one of your own behind. No matter the circumstances, no matter the likelihood that you’ll die getting them to safety, it is NEVER okay to just ditch them in a dangerous situation just because you might not be able to save them. Got it?”

The captain did “get it”, although not quite as she seemed to, and made a note to himself to upgrade the human handbook with a new insight:

“Humans are capable of impossible things. If crewmembers are ever in serious danger and it is likely a rescue mission will not be successful, humans will find a way to MAKE it successful regardless of the odds. We are eternally lucky that they are on our side.”

Do you ever spend more time analyzing every single moment of your ship, take the time to even put moments in chronological order, and just devote your time to a ship than to actually do your school work or even try to have a life bc I can most definitely relate
the signs as cards against humanity cards

aries: Taking off your shirt. // Penis envy. // Pistol whipping a hostage.
taurus: Appreciative snapping. // One thousand Slim Jims. // Exactly what you’d expect.
gemini: Fabricating statistics. // Friends with benefits. // A look-see.
cancer: Home video of Oprah sobbing into a Lean Cuisine ™. // The miracle of childbirth. // Teaching a robot to love.
leo: Bitches. // Getting drunk on mouthwash. // Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth II.
virgo: A balanced breakfast. // Genetically engineered super-soldiers. // Statistically validated stereotypes.
libra: A homoerotic volleyball montage. // Child beauty pageants. // “Tweeting”.
scorpio: Sweet, sweet vengeance. // A cooler full of organs. // Giving 110 percent.
sagittarius: Bosnian chicken farmers. // A Gypsy curse. // My humps.
capricorn: Republicans. // A mopey zoo lion. // Getting in her pants, politely.
aquarius: Actually taking candy from a baby. // Seppuku. // The forbidden fruit.
pisces: Puppies! // A really cool hat. // Passive-aggressive Post-it notes.

so my aunt put a statue of the Virgin Mary on this huge rock in our front yard (for Catholic reasons), and it was really windy today and it fell over and broke and it was full of people???? also some animals

there’s a bunch more figurines in the statue that wouldn’t come out. and the statue had no openings or any way to put stuff in it, which means they were put in the statue when it was made. anyways it freaked my uncle out (I yelled across the yard to him that “Mary broke and she’s full of people”) and he told me to bring it inside to show my aunt, who will presumably have some Catholic metaphor/wisdom to explain it.

Why Do You Keep Apologizing! (Theo Raeken Imagine)

Here’s a Teen Wolf Imagine!

It’s actual rather longer than my usual, hope you don’t mind… I got carried away.

Requests are Open (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

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Originally posted by stazlindesdaily

You were born to a family of angels. If someone thought goody-two-shoes people were terrible, imagine how it felt to sport wings that burned every time you lied and having to move nearly every month once you’ve served your purpose. 

Being an angel, you all had a specific purpose. And being part of a family, your family would spread across a town to spread positive energy throughout the people. No one could ever be in a bad mood if an angel was around… unless they’re so consumed by the darkness.

And once you stepped into Beacon Hills High School, you knew you found where you needed to go. You had a feeling you belonged to be there and it made your wings tingle underneath your jacket. You rolled your shoulders back and took a deep breath before setting off to find your locker. As you walked, there were multiple pairs of eyes on you. Not because you were an angel that just glowed (that’s actual a myth), but because there were other supernatural beings in that school that got a whiff of your scent. You just didn’t know that… yet. 

“She’s not human.” Malia whispered, looking over to Scott and Liam who understood her statement. “Her scent… it’s… different.” 

Scott nodded in agreement. “We don’t know if she’s a bad guy-” 

“Or girl.” Lydia interrupted. 

He looked over to her and nodded slightly. “Yeah… bad girl or not… We lay off her unless she proves to be a threat.” 

“Just keep your wolf and coyote eyes on her.” Stiles added. “Stay. Away.” 

“Well someone needs to tell Theo the plan.” Liam muttered. The pack looked over to what he meant. 

And there you were, standing next to Theo Raeken, struggling to open your locker which, coincidentally, was next to his. He stood stiffly as the doors were pushed open a breeze sweeping in, carrying your scent over to him which made it stronger. Fear struck him in his bones after registering what your scent was. “Are you here to punish me?” He thought aloud. 

You looked over to him as he hid his face inside his locker. “Excuse me?” You asked, politely. When there was no response, you decided to pat the young man on his muscly bicep. But then you saw darkness and a young woman tearing this boy’s heart out repeatedly. It was like a nightmare. You yelped as you pulled your hand away, immediately recognizing the feeling of darkness. It consumed him. 

You were standing in a daze as Theo slammed his locker shut and hurriedly walked away from you. Your eyes trailed him. 


In your first period, you introduced yourself to the teacher and was shown to a seat. There was an empty desk beside you and you couldn’t wait to attempt to befriend this new person. But fate decided to play against you as the boy from earlier sat next to you with an annoyed expression.

“Are you stalking me?” He asked, abruptly. “First you’re next to me in the morning, opening a locker that clearly wasn’t yours since you can’t even open the damn thing. And now you’re sitting next to me in my first period? I’ve never seen you a day in my life. So if-”

“I’m sorry if you got that impression.” You apologized. “I was told to sit here by the teacher. And as for the locker situation this morning, I honestly could not open the.. um… thing.” 

“Damn.” Theo repeated. You raised an eyebrow. “Say it.” You shook your head. Wings tend to painfully shed a feather or two if a curse word left your mouth. Growing feathers back was the true punishment. After a long period of silence and an intense staring competition, Theo finally said, “I know what you are. And I’m not going back.” 

“What?” You asked as the bell rang and class began. 

After the class, you chased after him but he immediately disappeared into the crowd of students. “What did this kid mean.” You asked aloud. 

It wasn’t until lunch time that you saw this mystery boy again. The two of you locked eyes across the room and he stood up to leave the cafeteria. You ran after him and just before he opened the doors to leave, you grabbed him. “Let go!” He said, shaking you off. 

“What did you mean you aren’t going back?” 

“Why do you care?” He shot back. “I don’t know you!” 

“My apologies… I’m-I’m..” You began, but he interrupted. 

Why Do You Keep Apologizing!” He screamed. “Demons don’t do that!” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You-you think I’m a demon?” You couldn’t even contain your laughter. His face sported a confused expression. “I apologize for my laughter. But I’m not a demon. My name is (Y/N).” You said, offering your hand. 

“Theo.” He muttered. “If you aren’t a demon, then what are you? ‘Cause you’re definitely not human.” 

“And I suppose neither are you.” You said with a playful smirk on your face. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Theo. I’m not here to harm you nor take you back to that girl.” He raised his eyebrows at you, wordlessly questioning you. “That girl in your nightmares. The one that tears out your heart.” 

“How did you-” 

“Angels are more than just wings and good deeds, Theo.” You said. “We have purposes as to why we arrive in cities… and I have a feeling my purpose is to rid you of your darkness.”

“Can you do that?” He asked, hopeful. You smiled warmly. 

“Of course.” 

I’m thinking about doing a 

part two

 Because this feels like it needs a part two. Wouldn’t you agree?