disaster party

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–”


“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?”


“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.”

arituzz  asked:

"Oh my God is that what I think it is?"

Penny screamed. I pushed Baz off me (and did my best to fix my hair). I could feel blood rise to my face. He was smirking. The git. 


Penny dropped her bag, books flying everywhere, and rushed across the flat to the couch, yanking my wrist hard enough to dislocate my shoulder. 

“Basilton, you romantic sap, you really didn’t spare any expense on the ring, did you?” she said, turning my hand over in hers. 

thank you so much and im so very sorry this took so long

leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five

There’s a panel in Uncanny X-Men Annual #4 where Nightcrawler suddenly collapses. Logan did not fall on him; this is how he chose to check his vitals.

 “I know what’s wrong with him: he has three broken ribs an’ a collapsed lung. Howdoya think that happened, Charlie?”

 Happy Birthday, Dave Cockrum & Kurt.


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Trump urges GOP to “repeal and then replace at a later date.” Here’s why that would be a disaster.

  • Frustrated by his party’s inability to come up with a replacement for the Affordable Care Act, Trump called on Republicans Friday to pass a repeal bill and wait until later to implement a new health care overhaul.
  • “If Republican senators are unable to pass what they are working on now, they should immediately repeal and then replace at a later date!” Trump tweeted.
  • In December 2015, both the Republican House and Senate passed a straight repeal of much of the ACA without a replacement. 
  • At the time, the nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office estimated the legislation would be a disaster, leading 32 million people to lose their insurance by 2026 and making insurance premiums skyrocket.  Read more (6/30/17)

anonymous asked:

Mini prompts!! How about Alex/Maggie/Lucy, in a safehouse? Or, to stick with the ships you actually mentioned :-) how bout Supercat, pool party?

Alex hates safehouses. They make her itchy. Just sitting around, waiting. She wants to be doing something, wants to be helping.

Rationally, she knows staying out of sight is helping right now, but she hates it.

Lucy doesn’t seem to like it either, checking her phone every minute and a half. Maggie, meanwhile, looks relaxed, spread out on the couch reading a book.

Alex groans. “I’m going to die in here.”

“The point of staying here is that we’re not going to die here,” Maggie says, turning a page in her book.

“We’re supposed to be here at least two days,” Alex says. “There’s not even booze.”

“Take a nap,” Maggie suggests.

Lucy’s the one to scoff at that. Alex agrees. They’re too wound up on adrenaline to sleep.

“There’s probably cards in a drawer somewhere,” Maggie says. “Play a game.”


Maggie just reads while Alex and Lucy play go fish and crazy eights and double solitaire.

They’re four hands into strip poker—Lucy has lost her shoes, Alex’s barefoot and just taking off her top—before Maggie even notices.

“Lane!” she snaps, voice loud enough Alex jumps, gets her head caught in her shirt. “Are you getting my girlfriend naked without me?”

“You seemed so absorbed in your book,” Lucy says innocently. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

By the time Alex actually gets her shirt off, Maggie’s got her mouth on Lucy’s neck.

The card game is immediately forgotten.


Katherine Pierce 1864

anonymous asked:

If Juggie broke Betty's heart, FP would kick his ass or have one of his Serpent pals do it for him. DILF is truly fond of that sweet and determined Cooper Girl. He was also the one who told his son to man up and fix things with her after his disaster of a birthday party. I actually think that FP's secretly planning Bughead's wedding and the names of his future grandchildren. He's also probably relishing the thought of getting to call Alice "Granny." LMAO

OMG!!! And agreed. If anything, he’s cautioned every last Serpent girl to not even think about Simba, because he’s already picked Nala for “his boy”.

Seriously, can you IMAGINE the fucking lecture Jughead would receive from FP just for having looked at another girl??? Good lord, FP adored his future daughter-in-law……

I’m not sure he’s even gonna be okay with them having sexytimes—he’ll be half, “yeaaaahhhh!!! That’s mah boy!!!!” and half, “I thought I told you to be a gentleman and that you were supposed to save that until your wedding night????”

If you’ve always wanted to get into Critical Role but there are too many episodes I recommend jumping in this week because there’s a year-long time skip.

Here’s everything you need to know about the current cast as of the most recent episode:

Vax (Vax’ildan) half elf, rogue and paladin (of the Raven Queen), sneaky sneaky, does a ton of damage in a single turn, bisexual disaster twin to Vex.

Vex (Vex’ahlia) half elf, ranger/rogue, bisexual disaster twin, if the party were based on the Seven Deadly Sins she’d be Greed (she’s better now), now a Baroness, romantically involved with Percy

Grog Strongjaw: goliath barbarian/fighter, good at hitting things, has a smart player but below average intelligence, can be surprisingly (and hilariously) insightful, best buddies with Pike

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III (You can call him Percy) human gunslinger (Fighter archetype), has a bad habit of making deals with fiends”That’s the most privileged thing I’ve said that you’ve heard.” Probably sacrificed to a Sumerian deity in exchange for rolling a ton of natural 20s.

Keyleth: half elf, druid, kinda’ awkward at first (still kinda’ awkward) constantly gets arrested, has a billion spells and her player sometimes forgets about them, was a bundle of RAGE during the last arc, recently became a leader of her people, I’m so proud of her, tends to play more of a support role in combat but she has a ton of firepower

Pike Trickfoot: gnome cleric of Sarenrae, definitely not sneaky sneaky, team mom, also quite the trickster, swears in church, the fandom cinnamon roll

Taryon Darrington, human artificer, gay, possibly has a mafia don for a father, just wants to be a hero like the people in stories, full of himself, has a bunch of cool toys, had a robot friend, is science bros. with Percy, I kind of feel bad for him?

I think I covered everyone except one of the PCs who recently left the group.

… I’m 98% sure I’m the only person who ships Angelica/Dolley but…. Just hear me out… Angelica has a type for ambitious people. Dolley is ambitious. You do the math. Instead of doing my reading for class I colored in this

From my Party Dress AU | Party Dress Tag | Fic

I promise I will post the next chapter it will happen I swear….