humans are among us

And the Heavens Wept

Gather around my children and you shall hear of the most terrible, most implacable, most improbable friends ever met by our people. They came from the third planet of a tiny system, surrounded by desolate space. Not one sentient species for hundreds of lightyears, and they managed to propel themselves into space.

We watched from afar as they developed slowly. We watched as they warred among themselves, brutal and savage. We watched as they rendered regions of their planet uninhabitable to themselves, a hardy species able to adapt to even the most hostile of environments. We watched as suddenly and without warning they united under four banners, the rest falling by the wayside. We watched as they expanded into what we had begun to use as a buffer zone, to allow these humans to burn themselves out in.

But they did not burn themselves out. Despite their warring among themselves. Harsh people. Humankind is a race of warriors, do not be fooled by the eloquence of their diplomats. In their own words, “All diplomacy is a continuation of war by other means”. Their greatest artists and philosophers were born from blood and conflict. I had the privilege once to view a painting by one Pablo Picasso, entitled Guernica. It was a savage piece, with not a drop of color. It showed the horrors of war, and the irony of it all was that the painting hung in the office of one of humankind’s generals.

It was sudden, when they burst from the containment zone. When they realized they were not alone. And we, with heavy hearts, prepared to fight them bitterly and to the last. Imagine then, our surprise when humanity embraced us among the stars as long lost brothers. They were overjoyed to discover they were not alone in the darkness. Despite their brutal and warlike culture, despite their glorification of death and violence, their people do not seek out combat. An ancient general of theirs once put it thusly “Although a soldier by profession, I have never felt any sort of fondness for war, and I have never advocated it, except as a means of peace”.

For centuries humanity worked to better itself. They unified under a single Interstellar Empire, the Empire of Man, the Human Empire, however you called it. They enjoyed art and music. They became leisurely at home, exploratory in the field. Their weapons of war were long gone, beaten into plowshares as they say. Humanity was finally at peace. There was no conflict among them, a few border skirmishes for certain, and they kept a small standing military, but nothing more than that. We considered them domesticated.

At first we were surprised at their transformation, then overjoyed. We welcomed them into the fold of the cosmos, embraced them as they would embrace us. We thought we knew humanity then, that we had seen them at their best and their worst. We were wrong, so very wrong. We did not truly understand humanity until the Texar-Hakara came into the void between the stars.

Seemingly more brutal, more bloodthirsty than even the humans, they swept into our region of space like conquerors. They smashed whatever feeble resistance the Yungling managed to put up, took their planets, enslaved the survivors, and pressed on. The Junti were next, utterly destroyed. The four great races left, ourselves, the Itaxa, the Kukrama, and the Illnaa, banded together to try and stop them. In our arrogance, we did not include the humans in our pact. Too few in number, too weak in frame, too backwards in technology we thought.

The Texar-Hakara hit our borders like the great wave that sweeps life from the beach. We hardened our hearts and prepared for the worst. Seeming without pause they crushed our border defenses. They obliterated the first fleets we sent to them. The Itaxa fell to the Texar-Hakara, enslaved, killed, scattered to the corners of the galaxy. Then the humans sent us an offer, a request really. They asked to fight alongside us.

Bemused, we accepted. What else could we do? Deny them the right to fight with us for their very survival? We thought to assign them as rearguards, to ferry our people to safety after our fleets fell. We thought wrong.

Humanity swept into the stars with a fury unmatched by any other. Their fleets were not the heaviest. Their guns not the most accurate. Their soldiers however. Their sailors. Their warriors were unmatched by any others in the cosmos. I remember the first battle in which the humans fought the Texar-Hakara like it was but a single solar cycle ago. Our forces were on the brink of breaking and fleeing. Our ships were gutted ruins. Our fighters exhausted and out of missiles. Then humanity fell upon the flank of the enemy, and the full force of the Human Empire was unleashed in a single moment of utter fury. Landing craft spat across the distance in an instant, slamming into enemy hulls and disgorging humanity’s greatest weapon, their Marines. In close combat humanity is unstoppable, and so they took the vast distances of space combat out of the equation.

Their ships belched fire and plasma. Lasers crossed the vast distances in the blink of an eye. Half the Texar-Hakaran fleet was obliterated in minutes. The other half turned to face this new enemy, only to be wracked by internal explosions as the Marines did their work. Their greatest ships turned on the rest of the fleet, a handful of humans holding the bridge against waves of enemy attackers to turn the tide of battle.

The Interstellar War came to a screeching turnaround. The advance of the Texar-Hakara halted, like it had hit an immovable wall. In many ways that is what humanity is, an immovable, implacable wall. Then, with the ferocity humanity is alone capable of, they routed the Texar-Hakara. Not from that lone battle. They pushed them out of Itaxa space, liberating the slaves. The space of the Junti and the Yungling was swept clear of invaders. Then the Texar-Hakara committed the gravest of sins in humanity’s eyes. They warped a fleet to Earth, jewel of humanity’s empire. They burned that blue and green world. They destroyed it, and the trillion people it housed.

Humanity is a forgiving race my children. Even their most terrible of wars have resulted in lasting friendships between nations. When they left millions dead and broken on the muddly fields of their world, they rebuilt the aggressors. They raised them from the mud, dusted them off, and welcomed them back into the fold. But there is one thing that humanity cannot, will not, tolerate. It is abhorrent to them my children. To strike at their home, to strike where they raise their young ones. Where they leave their mates and non combatants. To strike there is to raise the ire of the human race, truly.

Humanity raged. Their attempts at obtaining the surrender of the Texar-Hakara halted. The war turned from a righteous war of liberation to a furious and hateful war of retribution. We begged the humans to stop, to leave what few planets the Texar-Hakara had alone. Our pleas went unanswered for months, until a single human ambassador came to us. His face was cold and emotionless. He told us, in no uncertain terms, that the Texar-Hakara had doomed themselves and that any trying to aid them would suffer the same fate. Quietly we watched then, as humanity wiped the Texar-Hakara from the stars. The Texar-Hakara pleaded for mercy. They offered their unconditional surrender. They came to us and begged on bent knee for us to reign in the mad dogs we had unwittingly unleashed into the universe. Humanity had for so long repressed their warrior culture. Tried to become better. Then we had given them back into the fires of war, and humanity had awakened it’s warrior past.

The Texar-Hakara ambassadors were taken from our halls by grim human Marines and thrust out airlocks. Finally there was but one planet left, and we came to the humans, we pointed to our own losses, our own dead friends some of whom had lived for longer than humanity had been among the stars, and we begged the humans not to take the last of the Texar-Hakara’s lives.

I watched, children, I watched as the Texar-Hakara’s world burned. As humanity left but one of their planets alive, a simple backwater colony of no more than ten million. Ten million, out of the trillions. Then the leader of the human military turned to me, and with no emotion in his voice, told me that humanity accepted the unconditional surrender of the Texar-Hakara, and walked off the bridge of my ship.

My children, the lesson here is that a warrior past is never truly gone. Only buried, mayhaps even wiped from living memory. But gone? Never. Humanity showed us that.


Notre Dame students to stage walkout over commencement speaker Mike Pence

  • On Sunday, VP Mike Pence will take the stage at Notre Dame University’s commencement to address the recent graduates — but some of the university’s students are making it clear he won’t have their support.
  • Student activist group We Stand For is organizing a protest against Pence during Sunday’s commencement exercises, in which participants will walk out of the ceremony when Pence begins speaking to stand in solidarity with those affected by his damaging policies.
  • “For us, there’s nothing that could be more in the spirit of the university and the university mission than to stand up for human dignity and the most vulnerable among us,” We Stand For organizer Luis Miranda said in an interview.
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The signs as Latin phrases

Aries: audere est facere To do is to dare 

Taurus: fluctuat nec mergiturTossed by the waves but does not sink 

Gemini: alis propriis volat She flies with her own wings 

Cancer: dum inter homines sumus, colamus humanitatem As long as we are among humans, let us be humane 

Leo: fortuna audens adiuvat Fortune favors the brave 

Virgo: timendi causa est nescireIgnorance is the cause of fear 

Libra: amor omnia vincitLove conquers all 

Scorpio: carpe noctemSeize the night 

Sagittarius: transit umbra, lux permanet Shadow passes, light remains

Capricorn: amare et sapere vix deo conceditur Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time 

Aquarius: serva me, servabo teSave me and I will save you 

Pisces: utinam ne illum numquam conspexissemIf only I had never seen him.

*Please note all gendered pronouns are actually gender neutral, but translated a certain way for lyrical effect, feel free to alter them*

I wonder

If Uta let Mutsuki stab him for two reasons, one of which to give the impression that Kaneki was dead. Second of all, like with using humans among the clowns he’s using Mutsuki to show the insane blood lust among them by how Mutsuki was able to mutilate the body of an old superior. Which by doing this would plant more unrest between investigators, which in return would give him more entertainment.

anonymous asked:

Character's reactions to MC breaking a bone (or other injury)?

Author’s note: when I was 8 i broke both of my arms at the same time LOL


  • as soon as he sees you he is alllll over you
  • “Are you okay? What happened? Does it hurt? Ohhhh I bet it hurts-”
  • you have to put both hands on his shoulders and kiss him to make him stop
  • he does EVERYTHING for you
  • opens doors
  • makes dinner in his kiss the cook apron
  • he’s a total sweetheart you don’t even have to lift a finger


  • the first thing he asks the doctors is how long you have to live
  • you hit him and remind him that yOU ONLY BROKE AN ARM
  • even though you can walk he insist on carrying you bridal style to the bedroom you aren’t complaining tho
  • offers to give you a sponge bath ;))
  • but seriously he is so dramatic and I love it
  • oh and he gets you your favorite flowers to cheer you up


  • this poor mom is so worried omg she’s pacing
  • when you limp out of the doctor’s office with a cast she runs up and hugs you
  • after explaining that it’s only a broken foot, she calms down
  • she actually TAKES OFF OF WORK FOR YOU
  • OFF
  • OF
  • WORK


  • when you fell on your arm Jumin knew right away it was broken
  • he called his own personal rich person doctor 
  • he would help you into his limo and although you could never tell he was HELLA WORRIED
  • he went into the doctor’s with you to make SURE they took the best care of you
  • any time he saw you were in pain he would glare at the doctor
  • when you cried while the cast was put on you could swear Jumin was about to kill the nurse and you’re pretty sure he got fired after that
  • Jumin would call Jaehee and tell her to watch over Elly
  • that way he can dote on you without any distractions 


  • the awkwardest part of the whole trip was when the doctor asked how it happened
  • “Well you see sir, uh, my girlfriend and I wanted to test the theory of flight among humans and-”
  • “We jumped off chairs with balloons attached to us and I landed wrong.”
  • “I-I’ll just wait outside”
  • when you got home he made sure to make you as comfy as possible
  • when you two are watching a movie later you try to make popcorn
  • unfortunately due to your broken arm you drop the entire bowl
  • when seven comes over to help clean it up he kisses the top of your head 
  • “I guess you just can’t catch a BREAK”
  • he slept on the couch that night
Abandon All Hope (Part 1)

A/N: This was a fic I have been really excited about writing. Believe me, I was constantly talking about it to my friend for days. This is kinda an AU but kinda not. Everything that is happening in TWD is still happening. Some stuff has changed for the Winchesters background with Supernatural but there’s still a lot of the same things happening. I hope you all enjoy and would love to hear your positive feedback. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged. 

Summary: (y/n) Winchester is just trying to survive the new world of the apocalypse with her brothers, Sam and Dean. While looking for your father, John, you come across two men who welcome you to their community, Alexandria. The events that follow will test the limits of not only your mind and body, but also your heart. (Sorry I’m not too good at writing summaries.)

Pairings: Eventual Daryl x reader, Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Characters: (y/n) Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Aaron, Daryl Dixon

Word Count: 1963

Warnings: language, angst-maybe, sibling bickering

Tagging: @thewalkingdeadfanfiction

(a lot of gifs I know. Wanted all the characters shown. Sorry not sorry. :P)

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

Originally posted by fyrossmarquand

It was the end of the world. The dead walked among us and the only people you had left were your two brothers. Being a Winchester, you grew up into the hunting life killing all things evil while saving innocent people. Your father taught you and your brothers the life after your mother was killed by a demon. So, you’d think that the apocalypse wasn’t anything new for the three Winchesters, but it was. Yes, they had stopped the first one, but this one was much different. One day, all the angels fell from heaven, losing their grace and becoming human. The demons were free to pillage the earth and make it their own. They thought it would be fun to make a virus that would wipe out not only the human race, but also any evil creature that walked among us. The thing they weren’t expecting was the fact that the virus was so strong that it was affecting the demons as well. Demons inevitably became sick as well and withered away. Then they’d come back just like the others did as corpses hungry for human flesh.

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anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran. MC coming home drunk off her ass and she can barely walk and she won't go to bed no matter what how would they take care of her?

ModUnknown here finally bringing you this HC scenario!! I tried to get inspired by some of my personal drunk stories lol!! Drunk can be fun…  I mean don’t drink!! drinking is bad!! hehe please enjoy these HCs!! Thank you!! :D

Jaehee HC

Saeran (Sorry i always start of with him first bc thats my boo)

  • You had just came back from a regular RFA party. Saeran was still getting used to being around others but he wasn’t ready for a huge party. 
  • You were the person he was most comfortable with and opened up to you the most after the whole mint eye situation calmed down.
  • He trusted the RFA to take good care of you while at the party but he forgot to let them know to also watch out with how much you drink.
  • Well it was too late for that and you were drunk as hell. As a matter of fact, everyone was drunk as hell celebrating the most successful party ever!
  • So when you got home and failed to silently lay in bed without waking Saeran up, you knew you were screwed.
  • You tripped by the table and dropped the flower vase that was on it.
  • You sat on your knees and closed your eyes, just waiting for Saeran to come out the door.
  • “MC WHAT HAPPENED?!” There he goes
  • “Saeran, I’m so sorry!” You sniffed a little bit.
  • He looked at you confused on why you would apologize to him until he realized that you were not normal
  • “Mc, are you drunk?”
    “Maybe…” your sniffles turned into giggles as you noticed how cute he looked all worried about you.
  • He just sighed and picked you up bridal style to bed
    “Aw Saeran. I can’t wait for you to carry me like this at our honeymoon.” You mumbled as you nuzzled your cheek on his.
  • This boy got embarrassed like super embarrassed. You picturing yourself marrying him? deep down it felt good to hear such thing.
  • After he laid you down, he did the same next to you and just stared at you wondering who the hell let you drink so much.
  • “Saeran..” You cuddled next to him and dug your head on his chest.
    “I really need to say something. It’s really important.”
  • You sounded really worried so this worried him even more.
    “W-what is it?” he even stuttered. He knew about that saying where drunk people tend to be the most honest.. so he was definitely more afraid.
  • “I just… I just need to know..” You dug your head deeper into his chest and gripped his shirt a little tighter.
  • That was it. He sat you up and asked you to please let it out.
  • “But Saeran..It’s actually more like a question..” You started to play around with the bed sheets. 
  • “Mc… just. tell. me” You can tell he was getting impatient.
  • “Do…” You could’t even look at him.
    “Do you think pigeons have feelings?”
  • “what” Saeran was left with an empty facial expression. like did you really just make a big deal.. for pigeons?
  • You just started to giggle more and ended up throwing yourself to him, making him fall back on his pillow.
    “You know I love you right?” You said, planting kisses over and over again on his lips. 
  • You continued to cuddle him and let him know all night that you loved him. You just couldn’t shut up over how much he meant to you.
  • He felt all fuzzy and warm inside to have someone like you. 
  • He held onto you tightly for the rest of the night to make sure you also felt loved and told you that you were the best thing to ever happen to him.
  • The following morning he prepared you a warm bubble bath and ended up joining you.. ;)


  • You and Yoosung had barely came back from a one of your family’s parties. 
  • Your family went all out with these parties and they would get drunk off their asses. (I’m Mexican so our parties are always so lit with food and drinks lol)
  • Yoosung didn’t want to drink due to the fact it was one of your family’s parties and he wasn’t used to being drunk. Another was the fact that he was driving.
  • You arrived by clinging on to Yoosung’s arm. He could barely keep his own balance with you tripping with every little thing. And going up the stairs in the apartment wasn’t a help at all.
  • Once you got in, you immediately went straight to the kitchen. Yoosung was expecting you to head to bed but was surprised to see you there.
  • “Mc.. didn’t you just eat? I know you’re super drunk so you need to sleep!” He pouted because he knew that you were about to go all out in the kitchen.
  • “But baby, I’m not sleepy.” You closed the fridge and skipped your way towards him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the lips.
  • “Ooh. Let’s dance!” The way you were positioned gave you the idea.
    “But I don’t know how to dance.” He nervously chuckled.
    “It’s okay, just follow my lead!” You responded with so much confidence but the moment you tried to, you tripped bringing Yoosung down with you.
  • Yoosung landed on top of you and quickly asked if you were okay. You just laughed it off and turned him around so you can be laying on top of him.
  • “Hey Yoosung.. You know you’re the best, right? Like I love you so much and I never want to leave your side.” 
  • After all the mumbling and making Yoosung blush, you finally fell asleep on Yoosung’s chest. He didn’t dare to move you so he fell asleep with you on the floor.
  • The following morning he got up early and prepared his special breakfast dish for you. His Omurice! Which you love despite how messy it can get. 
  • He also made sure you relaxed the whole day and joined you to watch some movies.
    Agh, Yoosung would be the sweetest husband ever >.<


  • You had a girl’s night with some friends at a local bar.
  • Zen trusted you 100% so he let you have your fun while he rehearsed for his upcoming play.
  • The thing was, that you didn’t plan to get drunk.. but were persuaded by your friends to keep on taking some shots.
  • So at the end you had to call Zen to pick you up. You could barely even dial his phone number that’s how bad it was.
  • He got worried over how drunk you sounded so he told you to stay put and he’ll be there soon.
  • After you got home, you laid in the couch and started mumbling over how disappointing you were in yourself for drinking. 
  • “MC, let’s go to bed.” Zen kept on insisting but you weren’t listening.
    It was already late and he was pretty tired himself.
  • “Fine. I’ll go to bed by myself.”

  • “Zen, nooo!” You hugged him from behind and he just smirked because he knew you don’t like to go to bed without him.
  • “Babe you need some rest. Let’s go.”
    “But im too drunk to sleeeeeep!!” 
  • You kept pulling him back to make him stay but he dragged you with him so you can finally get some rest. You know Zen and his beauty sleep.
  • Once he got you in bed, he thought you would easily knock out but boy was he wrong.
  • “Zen what would you do if i show up one day with a cat?”
    “What if a dress up as a cat instead?”
    “What do you think you would’ve been doing if I never met you?”
    “Shouldn’t fire trucks technically be called water trucks?”

  • That was it. Zen knew he wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon.
    “Mc… close your eyes and picture your happy place.” He said to try and help you sleep. He didn’t want you to wake up feeling bad or anything.
  • “But my happy place is here with you Zen!” You wrapped your arms around him and became the big spoon.
    “You’re so cheesy when you’re drunk” He giggled.
  • “Cheese?” You picked up your head the moment you heard the word. You just loved food.
  • “Oh no.. I said please! please go to sleep MC.” This time he was the big spoon and started playing with your hair.
  • You were going to complain but were in pure bliss once his fingers started to twirl your hair and massaged your scalp. It took you a few seconds for you to knock out.
  • The following morning, Zen had prepared some water and some pain relievers just in case you woke up with a hangover.
  • Which you didn’t and you thanked the gods
  • But you were grateful for his kind act.


  • You worked for Jumin along with Jaehee. He had hosted a party for the success of his latest project that helped the company big time.
  • You attended the party with no intent to get drunk but after ??? glasses of Jumin’s most strongest wine… welp so much for that.
  • You managed to stay calm throughout the party but on your way home, that’s when it started to hit you the most.
  • You arrived at Seven’s place and couldn’t even put the pass code properly so you banged on the door instead.
  • “Mc, why-”
    “Babe!!” You launched yourself at him, almost dropping him on the floor.
  • “Wait, are you drunk??” He laughed, pulling back. Once he saw the look in your lazy eyes, he knew you were.
  • He took you indoors and told you to lay down and rest. He was in the middle of work so he would join you when he was done.
  • You couldn’t sleep at all. You were mumbling, singing, and even turned on the tv and started to comment over every single little thing.
  • You laid in bed, quiet for a bit since you were lost in your drunk thoughts.
  • Seven was barely laying down in bed after awhile.
  • You scooted yourself next to him and put your face near his.
    “Saeyoung… I need an answer.”

    “An answer for?” He looked at you.
  • You took a deep breath before asking your question.
    “Do you think aliens exist and they’re walking among us disguised as humans?
  • Seven stayed quiet for a moment and even cut himself off when he was about to speak.
  • “What if I’m an alien?” You continued.
  • He sat up and faced forward. “MC………… Good question..”
  • Next thing you know, you were both now in the computer with a bunch of printed paper all over, of research they’ve made over aliens.
  • “What if Zen is an alien?” You asked him.

    “Could explain his mutated hair color.” He added and you both just laughed.
  • After a good hour or so, you both had knocked out . Seven on his chair and you on his lap.
  • The following morning you had woken up on the bed instead with Seven no where to be seen. The smell of coffee traveled around the house.
  • “Good morning babe!! I found some cool alien documentaries on Netflix!!” He said when you walked in the kitchen.
  • You both then spent the whole day cuddling and watching alien documentaries. excitingly talking about the marriage at the space station with a bunch of alien guests.


  • You had gone to your cousin’s to have some drinks.
  • Once you arrived home, Jumin was filling up some paper work. 
  • You were starving and Jumin didn’t have any food on his fridge. Which is due to the fact he gets his personal chef to deliver the meals.
  • “Jumin, I’m super duper hungry!” You whined as you lazily laid in the couch.
    “MC, it’s late, you’re so drunk and a meal at this hour can be harmful for your body.”
  • You let out a sigh and walked towards the window. You spotted a McDonalds a few buildings from Jumin’s place.
  • You looked at him and waited for him to get up so you can walk out.
  • You were drunk so thinking rationally was not even an option.
  • He went to the bathroom and this was your chance to go. You successfully made your way to Mcdonalds and ordered a meal.
  • Jumin didn’t see you around and started to panic once he saw that you were actually gone.
  • He called all his security and had every exit blocked and secured.
    He even sent his security to go outside the building to see if you were around.
  • After a dreadful 10 minutes, Jumin got a call that you’ve been found. He rushed toward you and found you sitting on the grass eating some chicken nuggets.
  • “MC!” He sighed in relief. 
    “Oh Jumin, do you want some chicken nuggets?” you smiled, extending your arm with the box.
  • He carried you home as you ate and he immediately put you to bed.
  • He made sure to have some extra security guards around.
  • The following morning you woke up to Jumin’s personal doctor in the house. You were confused why and Jumin responded that you ate too late and you may wake up super sick, possibly with a hangover.
  • The rest of the day he made sure you ate healthy and made sure you never starved. 

V (I made V’s a little different bc i seem to like to torture myself :)))

  • You were with V attending one of his friend’s parties. It was a bunch of photographers who held a party every year just to chill. The party took place at a reception ball with a bar.
  • This was your first time going to one of his parties. So you had no idea who his friends were and it was their first time meeting you.
  • You stayed silent by V’s side and just enjoyed your drink.
  • A friend of his that he hasn’t spoken to for 3 years came up and greeted V with excitement.
    “V! My man! I was waiting for that invite for your wedding with the lovely Rika!” He added.
  • You despised Rika for everything she did and her mistreatment towards V so you definitely felt angry being reminded.
  • “Oh about that..”
  • “I’m gonna get another drink..” You told V, interrupting and pretending everything was fine.
  • His friend kept V occupied and you spent the rest of the night drinking at the bar to push away your emotions.
  • Once V saw you had a little to much too drink, he decided to go home.
  • He helped you indoors and tried to take you to bed but you kept pulling back.
  • “I dont want to sleep in bed!” You were a wreck. Being in a relationship with V meant knowing and accepting the fact that he once loved Rika and seeing how good everyone spoke of her made you feel like you were not good enough.
  • “MC, Why are you acting this way with me?” V stopped pulling and looked at you so worryingly.
  • “I just dont want to sleep!” You turned around and tried to hold back your tears. But your sniffing was uncontrollable.
  • “Why are you crying? Please talk to me.” He pulled you in for a hug and that’s when you broke down and told him how you felt. You both fell on your knees and you sobbed on his chest.
  • He held you tighter and told you to never compare yourself to her. 
    “I may have called her my sun but in reality, the sun is so damaging to us. You… You’re so much greater than that. You’re my universe and my love for you is infinite.”
  • You stayed in his arms until you fell asleep in them.
  • He took you to bed and the following morning he planned a date out and gave you a promise ring to prove how devoted he was to you. Also to make your day so much better

So you know those “aliens are confused by humans” posts on tumblr? I had the best idea ever

Humans find it endearing when baby animals try to nibble at their fingers or bite their hair, right? We find it absolutely adorable when kittens scratch at our hands trying to disembowel them or when chicks peck at our freckles trying to eat them.

So a group of aliens is preparing to welcome the first human crew-member aboard their ship, and they do a lot of preparatory research to make sure the humans feel comfortable. One of them finds out that humans find other creatures unsuccessfully trying to kill them and consume them endearing, somehow. 

And so for the first week or so that the new human is onboard, they repeatedly stab it with blunt knives that can’t do any harm and shoot low-level phasers at them in an attempt to win the human’s love. 

The human is very confused and worried until finally they explain it and then, predictably, the human does indeed find their attempts incredibly endearing, and keeps it a secret that that isn’t really the way it works.

Until the governor of Earth comes for a surprise visit and the human crew-member has to hurriedly notify them of the alien’s belief. The governor misunderstands and thinks it’s the aliens natural way of showing affection.

So it becomes common knowledge among humans that the aliens use unsuccessful murder attempts to show love, and the aliens believe humans enjoy unsuccessful murder attempts. It’s a rather odd system of showing affection, but it works. Even if it does drive up the minor-injury clinic visit rates significantly.

i am so proud of you for making yet another day on this earth, you are a beautiful explosion hiding away inside your human body. every mark and freckle on your skin is a faded star, and you are so beautiful. love your human form, because you bless this earth with every second you walk among the humans. your very presence here calms us and you balance out the forces. you leave a trail of stardust wherever you walk. you are truly a masterpiece. i am so proud of you.

Nature Writings

Some writings to ponder this Earth Day. Consider the role of nature in our lives and the ways in which we regard it.

1. “Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.”—John Muir

2. “By acquiescing in an act that can cause such suffering to a living creature, who among us is not diminished as a human being? ”—Rachel Carson

3. “We need the tonic of wildness,—to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground. At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be infinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of Nature.”—Henry David Thoreau

4. “The aspect of nature is devout. Like the figure of Jesus, she stands with bended head, and hands folded upon the breast. The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion everywhere.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

—”Anecdote of a Jar” by Wallace Stevens

I’ll tell you a very funny story. So George, as an actor and as a person, lives on this earth, he walks on the ground, he’s a consistent optimist and a pessimist. He lives in the realm of humans. He lives among us. Evan is an optimist. He lives amongst the stars, he floats above the earth, he sort of hovers, ethereal, mercurial, it’s about astronomy and fate with Evan. Everything is so magical and fantastical. Me, I live six feet under the earth. I can’t see the light and the bright, I see the problems and the hurdles and they are challenging and I get to walk among the earth but it’s a struggle, with myself, with my confidence I guess, not as an actor but as a person. So you have these three people that are leading a television show. When we do a scene together or we’re rehearsing a scene and you have that happening, that’s why there’s magic. Because of that combination of ideas or idealistic views of who we are as people.

I think maybe I started off as an optimist but I don’t know what’s happened or why I’ve become this person. What it does do, it brings out my best work, weirdly. Being that person that finds it a struggle and a challenge, and it’s painful and arduous, makes me incredibly focused and driven and ambitious because I find it not easy. I’m proud to say I’m a pessimist because it’s not a negative thing, it’s something that defines me as a person that helps me with my career.

—  Alexander Vlahos on working on Versailles 

tollymain  asked:

so, im guessing that the human broadly-accepted terms for the ferrets/avians/centaurs roughly translate to such in the commonly used language(s? unsure about how much chinese/portuguese/im spacing out the last one have merged); what do the commonly used avian/centaur/ferret terms for human translate to? also what they use for the other species, to be slightly less humanocentric here

Omg, I had never thought about this… obviously the terms all the aliens use for each other vary wildly, even among human language. I use avian/centaur/bug ferret for English but there’s way more than that of course, with varying levels of formality and rudeness. Avians are sometimes called birds, rat birds, gulls, etc; centaurs can be called bug horses, greyhounds, horse dogs, tall dogs, mantises, etc; bug ferrets can be called moles, bugs, long crabs, mouse worms, etc. The most formal term for any alien is what they call themselves in any of their major languages. Or… a rough approximation of that word, in a way pronounceable to a human.

For ferrets and centaurs, humans are usually called something commenting on our precarious bipedalism, like poles, spears, handstand beasts, balancing staffs, etc. Another common theme among all the aliens is names based on our smooth hairless skin, like “plucked ones,” or any long smooth object or food item. Think like… the alien equivalent of an ichiban eggplant. Avians have lots of rude names for us, some based on the mythological figures that supposedly split their kind into multiple imperfect species, which is a commentary on human genetic engineering. Ferrets will also call us names of various mythical beasts from their culture that vaguely resemble us.

Avians usually call ferrets something related to their planet’s invertebrates, or other more insulting stuff about how they’re supposedly very lustful and gross and etc. They call centaurs variations on the concept HUGE because centaurs are like… literally a hundred times bigger than them

Ferrets name avians after a large number of mythical beasts in their culture, most of which can be boiled down to “dragonish-thing, usually flies, usually from surface.” Some goes for centaurs, but with different mythical beasts. They will also sometimes call them tall ferrets, because both are hexapodal…

Centaurs call avians variations on their planet’s flying invertebrates, because they have no other extant flying animals. Avians look… REALLY weird to them. They call ferrets stuff like worms/grubs/moles etc.


Gemma Chan photographed by Arved Colvin-Smith for Glamour UK

I don’t know what it is, maybe there’s something in the leap of imagination people have when it is “a sci fi show.” Because if people have to imagine [“Humans”] is a world where we have machines among us, then people are more willing to think outside the box and make casting choices, not based on…they aren’t being restricted in terms of race. I think sometimes in television there’s a bit of an obsession with realism, and it’s not even real realism. Often times, like in terms of period things, we have a distorted view of what would be real and what would be realistic of that period, and it’s not necessarily what it would have been anyway, but people are kind of obsessed with that.