I’ve been pondering this all morning and after much thought, I’ve decided to jump on the “humans are strange and confusing creatures” bandwagon.
I only have one word (or, more accurately, one word composed of two different words… a compound word, if you will) for you all. Gemstones. It is not impossible that in some far reaches of the universe, another species shares our love of pretty rocks, but if we look around at other planets in our very own solar system, like Jupiter and Saturn, where it rains diamonds, gemstones would not be such a rare commodity. They aren’t even such a rare commodity here on Earth. Yet we are enchanted by them, paying great sums to acquire them and wear them. We fawn over people who have the prettiest ones and offer them to loved ones as gifts.
Now, imagine if you will, a space crew landing on an uncharted planet, where rubies are just as common as sand. The other members think nothing of it, but are perplexed as they turn to see Human Steve grabbing them by the fistful and filling his pockets greedily. Is he collecting samples for scientific research? Humans are known for their fondness of “space rocks”, they have brought back multiple ones from their moon to study, but these? These were rubies. The whole crew knew what they were, no need to analyze them any further. A confused rookie, Jix, a Freelian (a reptilian race, slender and logical from the planet Freel) inquired as to why Human Steve would need so much of a common stone once they returned to the ship. Human Steve just gave him a smile and replied “My girlfriend loves them.” So his mate was a rock enthusiast. “It’s endearing how Human Steve supports his mate’s interests.” Jix noted to another crew member. “What do you mean?” asked Commander Gress. “He went out of his way to collect rocks for his mate, simply because she likes them.” Jix stated. “You mean the rubies?” Gress said with a chuckle, “Yeah, gemstones are a rare thing on Earth.” Jix didn’t understand. Gress continued: “It makes them precious. They use ‘em as gifts… It’s a human thing.” she said with a dismissive wave and left. Jix nodded pensively. He enjoyed Human Steve’s company and wanted to convey to him, without the use of words (preferably a gift, something special), how much he appreciated him. Jix suddenly had a brilliant idea.
The next morning, Human Steve woke up to an eager Jix pulling him out of bed. “I got you something!” he chirped, leading Human Steve to the cargo bay, where a large beige boulder took up most of the room. Perplexed, “It’s a rock.” was all Human Steve could say. However, Human Steve didn’t want to upset poor Jix, he seemed so proud. A “thank you” was stammered by Human Steve and the boulder was moved to his quarters. Later that day, Linda from engineering (also a human) asked him about the boulder. Human Steve shrugged, “Must be a Freelian thing.”
As a host, I don’t expect people to bring their own toilet paper when visiting or else suffer the consequences. Why do I offer people the free use of toilet paper when visiting, but I won’t help out with other bodily functions that may need adjusting to within the walls of my home? Neither me nor my partner gets periods, but sometimes we invite people over who do. Simple as that.
Headcanon: On her first night in the wilderness since ayear ago, Lucy is freezing as night falls. Although Happy and Natsu packed all the right stuff for their adventure, they picked up her old bedroll, which was dusty and filled with holes.
Everyone besides Lucy is sleeping. Or so she thinks. Her teeth-chattering was waking Natsu up and he was considering hurling a ball of flame to where ever it was coming from when he heard a sneeze. Turning over, he’s surprised to see Lucy shivering like crazy under hole-ridden bedroll.
He doesn’t give a second thought when he crawls over to Lucy, grabs her around her waist and pulls her in his arms. Lucy’s startled because she hasn’t felt this familiar contact in a year and it felt so nice, cozy and warm. Even if she did want to push Natsu away, his arms were locked tight around her and her head tucked under his chin. Defeated and tired, she gives up resisting and burrows a little deeper in his arms.
Bonus: WhenHappy finds them both in the same bedroll, Natsu as Little Spoon and Lucy as Big Spoon, he can’t help but mischievously giggle and smile.
(This became longer than I expected, but I couldn’t help it cause freaking hardcore nalu freels came out of nowhere)
this starts out normal and then goes off the deep end, I don’t know what happened
On the way home from work she stops by Blockbuster. He’d requested something “creepy, not gory”, so she checks out Poltergeist. They’ve both seen it before, but they never actually watch the movie, so she can’t imagine it’ll matter.
At the counter she adds on a bag of mixed fun-size candy. Last year they didn’t get any trick-or-treaters - not surprising, considering their house lies two miles down an unmarked dirt road - but you never know, and Scully has no interest in cleaning egg off the siding tomorrow morning.
When she pulls up in front of the house, he’s outside raking leaves in the waning light. She’s glad to see him outside, glad to see him doing something useful. She worries about him alone in that house all day.
There’s a pumpkin sitting on the front porch, perfectly fat and round and orange. “Where’d that come from?” she calls.
Mulder turns to her, letting the handle of the rake rest on his shoulder. “Took a walk earlier. The Harringtons are selling them out of their truck.”
All of this is good news to her. He’d spent the whole sweltering summer lying on the hardwood floor in their living room with a fan blowing on him, refusing to go outside during the day even when she accused him of being a vampire. Maybe that was just a phase, or some kind of reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder.
“I got your movie,” she says, waving the blue-and-white box in the air.
He lets the rake fall to the ground and comes over to grab the box. “Good choice,” he says. He peers in the bag. “And candy? We never have candy.”
“It’s Halloween, Mulder, I’m not a monster.”
“If you were, it’ld be seasonally appropriate.“
She flashes a grin at him. "Besides, we might get trick-or-treaters.”
Mulder looks around at their complete lack of neighbors - way off to the west there’s a little light on the horizon from the nearest house, and that’s it - then back at her. “We’re not gonna get any trick-or-treaters.” Then he shrugs. “More candy for us.”
“More candy for you,” she corrects, linking her arm through his. He smells good, like earth and charred wood, and she brushes a stray leaf from his shoulder. “I’m only going to have one piece.”
“That’s what you always say,” he grumbles. “And then I look up and the whole bag’s gone.”
“I don’t think that’s ever happened.”
“Sounds like an X-file,” she says lightly, and his smile isn’t entirely convincing. One day they’ll be able to joke about it. Eventually enough time will pass. The wounds will scar over, then fade.
Here is the poster for The Ice Cream Truck. Due out in 2017, the independent chiller (get it?) stars Deanna Russo (Being Human), John Redlinger, Lisa Ann Walter, Emil Johnsen, and Jeff Daniel Phillips (The Lords of Salem).
It’s written and directed by female filmmaker Megan Freels Johnston
(Rebound), granddaughter of influential crime author Elmore Leonard (whose works have been adapted into 3:10 to Yuma, Jackie Brown, and Justified).
Mary’s husband gets relocated for work which allows her to move back to her suburban hometown. As her family ties up loose ends back home, Mary moves into their new house all alone and… waits. Although her familiar suburb is a constant reminder of her youth, something seems strange. A local Ice Cream Man with a love of nostalgia starts to kill some of her neighbors. Mary is torn between her mature instincts that something is wrong and the distracting memories of her younger days.