human situations

Rose sets up two accounts on an alien conspiracy forum. On one, she writes a bunch of posts about the unlikelihood of alien lifeforms existing, complete with citations from articles she cherrypicked off scihub. On the other, she does nothing but repeatedly claim ‘Aliens are real and I’m dating one’ while attaching blurry photos of Kanaya modeling various outfits.

Terezi also has an account that she occasionally uses to start flame wars with Rose 1 and Rose 2. 

Tips and Ideas for Writing Post-Apocolypse

Writing post-apocalypse/dystopian future can actually open a large range of possibilities and original ideas but there are some things we should try to keep in mind. The problem with this genre is that is a heavily research-based genre, it requires a lot of information so a lot of things can slip up or be forgotten.

Limits of the Body - This is something that seems to be largely forgotten unless in extreme situations. Yes, humans are tough, but they are also weak. We have that balance of nature within us. People can keep going whilst in a lot of pain, but something like a headache could knock them senseless. I knew someone who got shot in the leg and ran three miles because he thought he had been hit by the brick. The second he realised he had actually been shot and was safe to do so, he collapsed in pain. Quickly establish what your characters can and cannot do.

Children - Children are more robust than so many people give them credit for, they wouldn’t make it to adulthood otherwise. Children are emotionally stronger than they are physically but many children have a lot more endurance for their size than adults because they have to keep up with adults. Two good examples are The Road by Cormac McCarthy and Lord of the Flies by William Golding.

Hygiene - Namely with periods and stuff. It is hard work keeping the body clean, so personal hygiene will be poor but people tend to stop caring at a point when they realise how hard it is to maintain. A lot of people would revert to old fashioned methods of vagina health as well, so people would use reusable cloth or diva cups. The only book I know of that covers this is The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey.

Simple Killers - More people died of the Spanish flu than in the First World War (source). It is surprising how often it is “little things” that kill people off. An emotional death does not have to be all that dramatic, no bloody death or major killer. Something as simple as a small cut that festered will kill someone if not treated correctly. An asthma attack, diabetes, things we see as treatable would make quick work of us without medical aid. Also most deaths are really simple and sudden.

World Limitations - What is this obsession with guns and everything happening in the summer and unlimited cans of food? No, let’s be honest, none of these are realistic. Guns will not last, can goods will be snatched up by the shop loads, most natural disasters will happen in spring or autumn. Remember to do the key thing, make your world real and people are more likely to believe it.

Take a Page - Who are most renowned for their post-apocalyptic stories? British pre-1950s authors. Why? Their worlds are real, the possibilities of what could happen in those worlds are real. Some where and still are scarily accurate, they looked at the current and possible state of things, creating a world too similar to our own. Great examples like 1984 by George Orwell, The Death of Grass by John Christopher, The Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham, Soylent Green and the Mad Max Series.

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i was already drawing these when i got this message so here u go anon :3

chara is still very distrustful of any humans who fall into the underground, but lil frisk manages to worm their way into their heart <3

meanwhile asriel is like omg a human chara actually likes?? gotta keep this one

it’s okay to be unhappy.

it’s okay to be mentally ill.

recovery is a long process, and during it you must treat yourself gently.

it’s okay to need help.

it’s okay to not be okay.

it’s okay to have breakdowns and panic attacks. they’re natural human reactions to tough situations.

it’s okay to show emotion.

and no matter how hard it is, i believe in you.

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Deep Breathing AU

Character A is a werewolf that struggles with maintaining their human form in stressful situations – anything from their card being rejected at the supermarket, to getting locked out of their apartment – and so they’ve decided to start yoga/meditation classes in order to calm down and gain control of their transformations.

Character B is a vampire with anger issues that is attending the same class as Character B, and the two of them quickly become friends outside of class – Character A’s cautious nature countering Character B’s impulsiveness, and Character B’s fearlessness inspiring Character A.

HEY, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, It’s Klutztale chara-

She doesn’t kill mannn, she just is in love with knives and harasses everyone-

Dammit Rosemary 

last night I went to the first class in a trick dog course and there was a behaviourist there as well and things weren’t terrible but I have since been feeling all of those human things like shame and thinking I’d been doing everything wrong and letting my dog down

Request: (Female!Reader) Edwards sister, Demetri’s mate

Originally posted by on-flames

Originally posted by tvd-forks-spn-rpg

“No… not her.”
“Yes. Her.”
“This isn’t fair on her.”
“As apposed to your human situation? It’s not your decision to make nor is it any of your business.” Demetri frowned.

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“Edward, enough.” You pleaded. “Don’t you see I’m thinking about you here? He’s not good for you. He’s dangerous. He-”
“Edward, enough!” You yelled out in exasperation, gaining the attention of the twins and Felix who weren’t too far from you. You lowered your voice again. “I understand your concern but nothing you say or do will change anything. Please. Let me deal with this. You’re right, I don’t know what I want. Let me find out.”

You and Edward spoke in private about the matter a few days later.
“If you decide to choose him. I-I need to let you go. I can’t forgive him for what he has done to my family, what he would do to my family.”
“…I’m your family too.” You looked up at him.
“Not if you choose him.”
“Ed-” you couldn’t finish his name. “You would abandon me…for her?”
“That’s not what I mean -”
“Yes…yes it is.” You looked down. “I gotta go.”
“Where?”
“I can’t be around you. If you would leave me for your possible mate…then I’m leaving you for mine.”

You stood at the doors of the Volturi castle. You didn’t have time to announce your presence and you had no words.
Yet after about 10 minutes, Demetri opened the doors. “Are you okay? You look upset.”
Your expression confirmed it. “I choose you.” You said softly.
He looked at you before pulling you inside. “This way.”

A Silent Hell.

It’s been three years since the end of the world.

I don’t remember the last time I really talked to another person… It gets lonely out here sometimes.

When everything first started, it was just my sister Ava and me barely scraping by. It’s funny how quickly humans make bad situations worse. We learned early on to avoid other people. Sometimes they are like you. Just trying to stay alive in this hell, but it’s not worth the few times we were almost killed for our food or simply for Ava.

Despite the circumstances, life was good with Ava. We understood each other on a level that required almost no communication. Food, water, shelter. Never stay in one place. These were the only things that mattered anymore, so talking lost its usefulness.

I still don’t know what happened to her.

I remember falling out a two story window and hitting my head, while trying to escape a house we got cornered in. But when I woke up, she was gone.

I’ve tried to pretend she isn’t dead, but it’s a lie I can’t keep up with.

Since then I’ve met a few groups here and there, but nobody I’ve stuck with for very long. I guess it was long enough into the apocalypse that the murderers and rapist had all killed each other, because I haven’t seen any since Ava left.

The group I’m in now is just like the rest, not too big, but always changing. People come and go. Faces change. It doesn’t really matter… I don’t even know any of their names. We all know it’s pointless to connect. We’ve all lost Avas…

Today my group found a locked up farmhouse we managed to break into. We all split up without so much as a look to see if we could find any unspoiled food. I took upstairs, wondering if I maybe just fell out of a window again, I could end this Hell once and for all. I walked around to the master bedroom which had the biggest window. I could feel the light summer breeze on my face as I looked out over the old farm. The air felt so nice, as if telling me it was okay to jump; to finally rest.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t alone.

With the voice of someone who hadn’t spoke in years I heard my name:

“Jer… Jeremy?”

I whipped around, still recognizing the rusty voice of my sister.

She was holding a baseball bat defensively, in the corner of the room. Her eyes began to swell with tears as she let her weapon fall to the ground.

“Jeremy… I’m so sorry…”

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“…I wish things had happened differently…”

I felt like sobbing.

“We should’ve been more careful…”

I just wanted to die.

“I’m too tired… I just want to rest…”

I watched her eyes close.

“I love you Jeremy…”

My mind shattered as I sunk my rotting teeth into her delicious flesh.

Pointlessly cute bit for a Jasperedemption scenario: Steven decides Jasper needs to practise for human social situations before she goes into Beach City to meet people so they set up the pretend restaurant again as rehearsal for going out for pizza. The trouble is when Pearl turns up to take the orders looking so pretty in her waiter’s uniform Jasper a) blushes like a blood orange, b) gets embarrassed and cross with herself for blushing and c) tries to hide behind her menu and won’t order anything because she feels like an idiot.

Before somebody sends the “he wasn’t forced in, they dipped his toes in to show him it was fine, and jumped in willingly later on”. Here the trainer is dunking the dog in by the collar. The dog is trying to get away by scrabbling at the side and pulling away. His tail is tucked between his legs. Too many people are applying human logic to the situation - it’s a movie set, there are paramedics present, the dog wasn’t in any real danger, so from our perspective the fear is irrational.

But the dog doesn’t understand any of this! All he knows is that there are very large motors that are very scary, and he communicates to the trainer “I am not comfortable with this and I don’t want to do it”, through his avoidance, attempts of escape, and panic. The trainer, instead of respecting the dog’s discomfort, does this. Science has shown us that putting intense, deliberate stress on animals is bad. We later see the dog frantically swimming before going under (a press release confirmed it is the same dog), suggesting they did end up “throwing him in” as they discussed in the video. We don’t know for sure. But we do know that a dog was flooded with a frightening trigger, for the sake of shooting a movie scene. That’s truly fucked.