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Humans are weird: Marriage

What if the concept of bonding together for life is an utterly foreign concept to aliens. Romantic/Sexual relationships are for procreation only. And a couple boards a shop and wants to get married. 

Human Sarah boarded the ship eagerly, her eyes roaming everywhere. She paused for a moment on Y’xplc, before moving on, but he noticed. He stood in a defensive stance and his extra appendages were carefully positioned in front of prized equipment and private rooms. 

   Suddenly Y’xplc gasped out in pain as the human gave out a sonic wave. 

“Jane,” It was a long drawn out squeal and he resisted the urge to seal off his auditory organs with wax. Y’xplc could see several of his fellow crewmates were resisting the urge as well. Especially S’cern with her extremely sensitive ears was turning an unhealthy shade of green different from her usual blue. 

Jane was their human crewmate her expertise with engines was unrivaled in their crew. She was a very reserved person and she spoke few words even to the captain when giving reports. 

But now she was exhibiting enthusiasm he hadn’t thought possible from her. Even amongst her species, where bonding was very common and pack bonds were expressed loudly, it was shocking. 

Jane ran at the limits of her human body towards the human Sarah and jumped into a leap landing in human Sarah’s arms. She was covered in engine grease and her hair was a knotted mess. Human Sarah didn’t seem to care and welcomed her into an embrace. A symbol of human affection Y’xplc knew. 

Suddenly their oral organs began to meet and he was confused. Jane’s skin began to flush red and they stopped. 

“Not when they’re all here,” She paused, “Watching.” 

Sarah gave an uneasy glance at him again and agreed. Stil, their hands stayed intertwined. Jane turned to look at Y’xplc with a pleading stare her eyes darting towards the other crew members meaningfully. 

He understood her meaning and immediately gestured for them to leave. They all trickled out until it was just him and them alone. He was crossing the threshold hold of the docking pod door when in a rush of movement, Sarah knelt down on her knees her face bright red. 

Curious at this new human ritual, he stayed watching. As the human Sarah produced a box from her pocket and presented it to Jane. Uncharacteristically, Jane gave a shriek perhaps louder than human Sarah’s. She usually took care to not make loud or high pitched noises, knowing her crew-mates sensitivity to them. 

“Will you marry me?” The phrase was unfamiliar to Y’xplc and he wanted to question Jane about what it meant. However, he knew enough about human customs to not interrupt. 

The next morning he asked her as she emerged for her sleeping pod. 
“Human-Jane,” He asked, “What does the act of offering someone a ring mean?” 

“A ring–oh you mean a proposal.”, “It’s when you’re asking someone to marry you.” 

“But what does it mean to marry ” Y’xplc was only more confused. He had never heard of this word and he had been traveling with humans since he was in his 20th solar cycle. Is it an invitation to engage in intimate activities?

“It’s when you-” She paused sighing, “it’s hard to explain.” “It’s when,” She started again, “IT’s when you want to be someone for the rest of your life and you’re bonded together.” 

“Is this only for mates,” He questioned, “I saw from Sarah’s request to board she was your designated mates.” 

“Uh-mate,” Jane paused, “But, yes it’s only for,” She stumbled over the word again, “mate” 

“So it’s an invitation to engage in intimate activities,” He seemed to have reached an epiphany. 

Suddenly Jane burst out laughing. 

“Marriage is for having a life together. Doing domestic things like cleaning the house, going the grocery store together.”

“Why do you do these things with your mate, mates are for procreation and pleasure,” Y’xplc said it deadpan and only had human Jane bursting out into laughter again. 

He tried to interrupt her and ask more questions, but she couldn’t stop laughing. 


“Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot at my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Went-Purr Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he Clawed him straight through me.” ~ Black Widow

The Paw of Hydra…

☆ Debuting “The Went-Purr Soldier” Bucky Barnes! ☆

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Sam finds out Dean and Cass have been married for years in secret. Dean having the ring on a necklace chain that he hides under his shirt and Cass having the ring in his coat pocket.

Dean is leaning over the Impala’s engine, hands covered in grease and methodically replacing a spark plug, when Sam sees it. It’s just a glint of something silver, but it catches his eye because it seems out of place. 

Dean doesn’t wear necklaces, at least not anymore. Even the amulet that he’d once worn religiously now hangs from the Impala’s rear view mirror, Dean claiming that it flies up and hits him in the teeth when he runs. So to see a delicate silver chain hanging on his neck now seems out of place.

Dean leans over further and the chain slips farther out of his collar, tipping out and revealing a gold ring dangling from it.

“What’s that?” Sam finally asks, gesturing toward his own neck. Dean blinks rapidly and  glances down at the ring.

“Uh… A ring,” he says, quickly tucking it back and leaving grease stains on the collar of his t-shirt. “One of dad’s old rings.” he adds quickly. 

“Why are you wearing that?” Dean can be sentimental at times, but Sam is surprised it’s a ring and not their father’s dog tags. 

“Just wanted to wear it.” Dean twists the ratchet with a grunt and straightens up, wiping his hand on the rag flung over the front grill. “Dad’s wedding ring. Figured it would be… nice to wear it.”

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This not-so-short-anymore story is dedicated to @charminglyantiquated and her magnificent @elsewhereuniversity comic which has exploded all over my brain.

Read chapter two here!

Nobody ever parks in Lot C after dark.

It’s not because of the Beast. It’s because Lot C is in the very back of campus, way too far from Everything of Importance. You’d have to walk a quarter mile before you reached anywhere that sells coffee, almost a mile to the library. The nearest structure is a low sprawl of administrative buildings, but even they don’t park in Lot C after dark. They come to work early, and leave before sunset.

It was a bitch to get my meal card replaced when I’d lost it. They kept shutting down that stretch of slumped old admin offices before I’d finished with my afternoon Physics Lab. My lab partner would laugh at me.

“You’ll have to eat out of the trash again. Poor Moonie. Soon enough you’ll turn into a raccoon,” she would coo at me, an unattractive smirk wrinkling her nose.

I didn’t like the way she said it. I didn’t like a lot of things she said. Sometimes I felt like she wished bad things to happen to me, just so she could snicker at my misfortune. I think it was her smile that did it. Whenever she smiled, I got the feeling she knew something that I didn’t. She liked it that way.

I didn’t mind it too much. The one thing she didn’t know was Physics.

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firefly headcanon: kaylee and inara have tried to get river to do makeovers with them but all she wants to do is use the makeup for painting. they don’t mind and tell her they love her art. she replies that she loves theirs too.

one day kaylee is doing her mechanical stuff and she’s covered in engine grease. river passes by and says “I love your art”. kaylee laughs it off but she can’t stop smiling (even more than usual) for the rest of the day.

the three of them start using it more widely as a compliment and affectionate statement.

after fighting the reavers in serenity, river asks the others if they liked her art. they all laugh until they cry.