forcing my eyes

Concept: Alien’s don’t laugh. Not the way we do at least. Their version of laughing is like making a noise in their native language that literally means “I find this amusing’ 

So when they meet a human for the first time and the human finds it hilarious that the alien cant fit through the door, but the alien is even more confused because the translator doesn’t know what the human is saying. They are making noise, the alien can tell that much but the don’t know what they are saying. 

and the human finally straighten back up, wiping at its eyes, “Sorry for laughing man but that was funny” the human makes the same noise as before just a little softer and a little less loud and the alien is so confused. 

So they ask the human what they were doing and the humans like “laughing? wait… you guys don’t know what laughing is???” 

and the aliens like nooooo….

so the human has to explain what laughing is “it’s when we find something funny. That’s how we let people know we think the thing is amusing” 

“like this???” and the alien does a series of clicks and hisses that sound more scary than humorous but when the human looks at the translator in their hands it flashing the text “this is amusing. I am amused by you.” 

SpockFact #115

McCoy’s antagonism of Spock is so reliable that Spock is able to use it to gauge the doctor’s health. If his jabs and snide remarks are less than his best Spock advises the medbay officers that their CMO is a little under the weather and to keep an eye on him just in case.


In the novel, the frightening intensity of Kylo Ren’s eyes is frequently pointed out as the most striking thing about him, hinting at a touch of fanaticism or even madness. In the film this effect is achieved by zooming in on Adam Driver’s dark eyes, which happen to reflect light very well, during scenes like the saber duel with Rey. 

anonymous asked:

is phantom of truth that one fic where danny gets captured by his mom but she doesn't know it's him because i read that once and i think the hand chopping scene traumatized me?


I’m friends with the author, and in the group chat whenever like, any reference to hands is made, the conversation ends up devolving into a chain of terrible unfunny hand-chopping jokes at Haiju’s expense Its because we’re all still deeply hurt

That’s another thing to add to the list of “ways Phantom of Truth influenced my writing style” is that it had such a masterful build of tension, character, and heart that the hand-chopping angst hit far heavier than really any other blood-and-gore fic at the time (there were plenty). 

Considering how popular dissection fics are in the DP fandom, a single lost hand is maybe a 3/10 on the “how severe and gorey and terrible is this going to get?” and yet the impact of that hit far better than anything else I’d read and it was because Haiju was brilliant with how she built up the tension and the stakes leading up to it.

It was my first real exposure to “if you build your world, characters, and tension well you can make small things hurt in a way far more effective and artful than violent unapologetic tragedy.” Thats been an important thing for me to learn.

Quickly (Smut)


Request: Airplane sex and some fluff.  

Word count: 4,5745

Faint, slightly irritating rumbling sounds rang in my ears, slowly pulling me out of my otherwise heavy sleep and forced my sore eyes to blink a few times, before being able to open them fully. At first, everything seemed blurry and the noises surrounding me seemed rather unfamiliar. 

Slowly, waking up fully, I found myself laying in Shawn’s lap with my feet across the empty seat, I should have been sitting in. 

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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongin (Kai)

Rating: 18+ (description of plane crash, explicit sex)

Word Count: 7,950

Summary: A plane crash leaves you stranded, somewhere deep in the Pacific Ocean. Your only company is Kim Jongin - though whether this is better than being alone, you still haven’t decided.

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hello everybody! i’m back here with one of my awful guides about how to survive university. i’m back because i struggled a lot last semester (aka my first academic semester, yay) but i guess i’ve finally found my balance!

What was hard to get is that the fact that i’m very busy with academic life doesn’t allow me to let myself rot. You heard that: you gotta take care of yourself, buddy. It was hard to learn, at least to me, because i get totally absorbed by work and everything but i’m trying to think about myself as well. Here’s what i wish i knew when i first move out:

  • eat yummy food: i spend four months dying to go back home just to eat something which wasn’t almost uncooked meat or terrible veggie burgers but this semester i’ve somehow decided i wanna treat myself. I trying to cook myself food (a+ food) and sometimes i make extra food so that i can freeze it and eat it whenever i don’t feel like cooking. I’ve discovered nice recipes just browsing the internet! (unfortunately, i’m italian and i can’t link you my cook blog references but i’d be happy to translate it for you so just text me if you wanna know more!)
  • body lotions: fucking use it! they make you skins softer and scented and i swear they make me feel like i’m truly taking care of myself!
  • clean your room: sometimes you are just overwhelmed by work and everything but you’ve gotta remember that a nice and tidy environment is truly helpful! (i can’t tell you more because i’m still working on it lmao)
  • allow yourself to relax: sometimes i feel guilty when i’m not studying so i force myself to keep my eyes on books but sometimes i feel like it’s  counter-prodictive.  The more you study the more tired you are and it’s tolerable when exams are on because you know you’re gonna relax as they’re over but how about when they’re still far? Just chill: you’ll be refreshed and stronger for your exams!

I am at work right now.  And I am crying.


Kane & Toews: forever linked (x)

requested by @musainrules <3

Just Right


Requested. No. I just really wanted to do something fluffy about Shawn admitting his feelings for you. Kinda sucks but who cares 

Word count: 2,016

She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.

Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun. Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.

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