As seen in the posts about space Australia, and one mentioning AILENS coming during a zombie epidemic (fuckin beautiful I need that to be a story) I had this idea. Group of teenagers. Zombie apocalypse + Aliens. That one post on how weird it is that when we get scared we SING.
Idea: Teenagers singing MCR’s “mama” in the middle of fending off a horde of zombies. Aliens in the sky just happen to listen in.
It had been weeks sense flight crew 158-a landed on the rocky planet, and days since they realized the main intelligent species had been overrun by a viral infection. 3 Terran days ago, they found the group. 10 fledgeling humans, ages seeming to range from before to after development, camping within one of the previous schooling establishments. This one, like a surprising amount of others, had been built with extreme procedure to cause people to be unable to enter or exit. Quite odd, indeed.
What was stranger, is how the humans held their ground during an attack. An estimate of over 60 of the infected, all making their way towards the camp. Instead of fleeing like any Zerca would, they stayed put loading their guns and making their way to high points. On top of the gates, through second-story windows, trees decorating the front and back of the building. And then they waited, and the strangest thing happened. A loud drumming sound came from within the school, coupled with other instruments, and it was resonating with one of the bottom floor rooms. And then their voices started, seemingly ritualistic, anger in the words as bullets started to fire.
“Mama, we all go to hell. Mama we all go to hell-”
We’re always going to be the kids from the Isle. I tried to forget it. I really tried, but those are our roots. And we all did what we had to do to survive. But it made us who we are. And we’re never gonna be like anybody else here, and that’s okay. [requested by anonymous]
Really loud, Extroverted, Doesn't care what others think of them, Knows how to compliment you, Cowardly, Loves to brag, Self-centred, Tries to learn from past mistakes, Wants to be everyones bestie, Kind of like a overly excited dog with huge eyes, Hyper af
Know-it-all, Kind, Grumpy, Their doors are always open if you're in need, Family oriented, Likes to buy clothes, Has a very interesting fashion style, A bit cold sometimes, Loves sleeping, Can never agree with you, Will lecture you for 4 hours if you did something stupid
Witty, Flirty, Strange sense of humour, Dismissive, Is always changing their hair, Loves kissing, If mad ignores you, Kind of pretty but I'm mad at them so no not really, Haven't like seen them for almost 3 years
Loves to draw, But when drawing curses and gets mad, Grumpy, Doesn't talk much, But does get these random times that they talk non-stop, Forgetful, A bit of an airhead, Takes things very personally, Angry eyebrows on fleek, Loves buying random things, Specially for people, Changes their hairstyle and hair colour like all of the time and then regrets it
Talks for hours about something they find interesting, Manages to make people interested in that certain thing, Always got something to say, Smart, Humorous, Loves Spain, Probably wants to live in Spain, Really good at hiding their flaws, Sure of themself
Manages to impress a art teacher with a dead bird, Takes bath with their friends, Whiny, Creative, Hypocrite, Lazy, Only has crushes on guys who are muscular, Thinks everyone has a crush on them, Funny, Knows how to do everything
Gossiper, Says that they hate something but never do anything about it, Loves cats, Is super scared of ghost movies but watches them anyways, Has been on a diet since 2003, Binge eater, Really artistic but doesn't pursue that talent, Likes being alone, Only reads crime stories
Is always the victim, Thinks they did nothing wrong, Cries a lot, Uses fancy words to sound smarter, Loves dragons, That binge eater who cries while binge eating, Plays too many video games, Wants to get revenge on someone all the time
Almost always in a good mood, When angry takes it out on everybody, Always traveling, Loves to talk about history, Generous, Cuddly, Thinks amusement parks are the best but doesn't like to go to something the includes horror, Only watches action films, A bit insecure, Is actually just a huge dog that wants to play
Always wearing a cosplay, Everyone loves them for some reason, Doesn't take any responsibility, Only thing they do is make cosplays, Talks in memes, Dyes their hair colour like every week, Is really popular but still says that they don't have any friends, Is single for maybe a day
Really chill, Quite, Soft spoken, Secretive, Somehow knows what you like even though you've never told them, Awkward, You sometimes forget that they're in the room, You never know what they are going to do, Mysterious
Only hobby is basketball, Cries when they don't get something, Favourite child, Strong willed, Has really strong opinion on things, Emotional, Has tons of stuff that they never use, Always seems to have money, Eats candy in secret for some reason, Has definitely started drinking but their parents try really hard to deny it
He laughs, rough and edging just slightly on bitter.
“Yeah, that happens when you disappear for two years.”
Derek’s eyes flit downward, and Stiles waits for him to comment on the FBI vest strapped to his chest but he doesn’t. His eyes only go so far as Stiles’ mouth, flicking back to his eyes and then down again, lingering, before sliding away. A warmth blooms out from Stiles’ chest, crawling up his neck and coiling downward, and this definitely isn’t the time for this but they haven’t seen each other in a year and a half, not even pictures because why the hell would Stiles have a picture of Derek (and he’s spent too long cursing not having pictures of Derek) and he finds his own eyes lingering.
“…You look exactly the same.” And that’s not true because Derek actually looks better, but there’s no real way to explain that Stiles hadn’t been able to hold all of the goddamn perfection of Derek’s face in his memory. He’d thought he had, but his eyes keep flitting around now and holding, catching on little details, little rushes of rediscovery in those eyes, that jaw, his teeth, his mouth, his…
Stiles wets his lips, and Derek’s looking again.
“I should have called,” Derek says at the same time, and Stiles blinks, breaking off, confusion pinching his brows because Derek hadn’t known Stiles was coming. He’d had no reason to call. Except… “After… Peter told me what happened, and I…”
“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but it wasn’t any less fine than anything else from that shit show. It wasn’t any worse than Derek leaving town and getting rid of his phone to begin with.
“I felt sick the whole time you were gone,” Derek presses on, quick and urgent, like the words had been fighting for months to bubble loose and are finally breaking free. “I felt… Cora said it seemed like I’d just… emptied out. On the full moon, I could barely––”
“Stop it.” It stung, because he’d thought Derek would care. For the longest time he’d felt like Derek should care, and deciding he didn’t was the first stepping stone to pulling himself together after… after the Benefactor.
Or… fuck, maybe Derek had cared, but he hadn’t cared enough to stay, to keep in contact, to check in when Stiles had needed… needed someone.
No, fuck. Needed him.
“This isn’t the time,” he says, firmly, because a fucking FBI SWAT team is nearby somewhere and there’s still a target painted on Derek’s back, and the fact that Stiles wants to crawl onto his lap and beat the crap out of him at the same time doesn’t matter, because Stiles is here to save his life. Again.
Derek parts his lips, looks like he wants to argue… and ends up just nodding, looking away up the street.
Stiles makes it a whole three steps toward the next corner before swinging back on him, balled fist smacking his bicep.
“Why didn’t you call?”
Derek doesn’t flinch at the blow. Sighs softly. When he meets Stiles’ eyes, the look in them’s enough to send months of coiled anger scattering.
“I would have gone back.”
“…What?” Stiles feels breathless on the word. Derek looks away, hands lost in the depths of his pockets and stance set in the defeated posture of a man with no way to win.
“If I’d heard your voice. If you’d asked. If you’d even sounded anything less than happy––” He grits his teeth, sharp and sudden, head ducking against some ugly thought. “…And I didn’t want to hear you happy, either.” That falls out lower, tight and rough like a secret shame.
“You didn’t want to hear me happy,” Stiles echoes, numb, and then slowly: “Without you.”
And he only understands Derek’s meaning because it’s been echoing in his own chest for over a year–– that stupid, selfish war of wanting to know he’s happy, and not wanting to know he’s happy, not wanting to hear him making a life and finding bliss in a way Stiles couldn’t give him. He’d always wanted to know Derek was doing well, so much that he’d lain up at night sometimes picturing new, bright, sometimes ridiculously corny futures for him… but the thought had always been as agonizing as it was hopeful and Stiles had never slept well afterward. And then he’d spent other nights up hating himself for being selfish enough to half-hope Derek might not be happy.
Might fail out there in the world, and come home.
Derek’s eyes are on his again, wide and shock-soft in a way Stiles had only glimpsed on him once before: the rush of thinking you’re alone in the world and realizing for one beautiful instant that you’re understood.
He can feel a matching expression lighting up his own eyes.
“We’re idiots,” he breathes, and Derek shakes his head, barely seeming to feel the movement.
“I couldn’t go back there.”
“But you could have known I fucking missed you as much as––” He breaks off, despite everything suddenly unsure. “…you missed me?”
“I missed you.” Derek promises, not missing a beat.
“You missed me,” Stiles echoes, and it’s everything he never knew he needed to hear. They watch each other for too long, stunned, awed stillness.
And then the slam of a car door in the distance pulls them back; reminds them where they are and what’s happening. Derek blinks away, looking out and alert toward the street, but Stiles can see a faint flush around his ears, a happy pull that won’t quite die on his lips.
“This isn’t the time,” Derek says, and Stiles nods. There are villains to stop. People to save.
“This isn’t the time,” he echoes, but he’s smiling as he turns to head up the street. “Later.”
Distracting kiss - nuresydex (they would totally do that shit)
9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.
There’s one piece of pie left, and Nursey and Dex see it at the exact same time. They’d been in class together and they’d walked back to the Haus, into the kitchen together, and they’d both frozen in the doorway when they saw it.
After a few moments of doing nothing but staring at the pie, Nursey slowly averts his eyes and glances towards Dex, and Dex is doing the same thing and-
And then all bets are off and the fact that they’re dating flies out the window, as Dex makes a mad dash for the pie and Nursey grabs the back of his shirt to stop him. It works, and Nursey uses the momentum that Dex’s surprise generates to pull Dex into his chest, wrap his arms around Dex’s waist, and then spin them around.
With Nursey between Dex and the pie, he takes half a second to press a kiss to Dex’s neck, right where he’d left a faint mark the night before, but then he lets go and spins himself around, heading straight for the pie.
Nursey makes it two steps further than he’d expected to, before Dex grabs his wrist and then his forearm, and then Nursey blinks and his back is against the wall, and Dex is kissing him. Their entire bodies are pressed together, with Dex’s hands on Nursey’s shoulders and Nursey dropping his hands to Dex’s ass, and for a moment it feels like the pie’s been forgotten, but they’re both way too competitive to let that happen.
The second Nursey feels Dex pulling away, he deepens the kiss, grinding against Dex slightly and moaning, soft and low, without any shame, and the second he feels Dex give in, he flips them so that Dex is against the wall. He doesn’t break the kiss the entire time and he stays there for a moment, relishing the feel of his boyfriend falling apart at his touch, before he pulls back, presses a quick kiss to Dex’s forehead, and then takes a huge step backwards and lunges for the pie.
He would have made it there, too, if his foot hadn’t caught on the rug that Bitty’s mom had bought them but, as it is, Nursey trips and falls and he’s half a second away from hitting the ground hard, when Dex catches him. Of course, Dex isn’t quite strong enough to stop Nursey from falling entirely, and the whole thing ends in both of them hitting the ground, tangled in each other’s limbs, laughing at each other as they go.
Nursey isn’t hurt and Dex isn’t either and, once they’re sure of that, Nursey doesn’t bother getting up. Instead, he pulls Dex’s face towards his and presses a softer, longer kiss to Dex’s forehead, and then to the tip of his nose, and then to his lips, and-
And when Bitty walks in moments later, Nursey and Dex are lying on the floor, making out, with the pie long forgotten, and Bitty can only shake his head and say, “Y’all are a mess,” before he walks past them and gets the pie for himself.
ok but an infuriating thing about having adhd it the fact i am quite a logical and rational person generally speaking. but suddenly something tiny sets me off and my thought process is “okay, this isn’t a big deal, no need to get upset over this” but my brain decides “you know what, fuck that we’re crying now.”
machines can replace the vast majority of jobs most people don't want to do
but what jobs will these people do if they have no work
consider the following
not everyone needs to work, our society is quite literally that efficient.
they could do shit they actually want to do, maybe thats relaxing, maybe that's raising their families, maybe thats getting an education, you know we could live differently than how we're living now
sorry I can't see a better world, we must always stay the same because that's just what makes sense to me
after everything has ended for the day, alec loves nothing more than pushing his fingers up under magnus’s shirt after one of those slow kisses that feel never ending. magnus is looking at him with heavy lidded brown eyes, so dark they’re almost black in the low light, his lips more pink than usual from the kissing. and alec opens his mouth to ask, may i? but those words don’t pass his tongue before magnus is nodding and ignoring him in favor of pushing into another kiss, his goatee dragging against the hint of stubble on alec’s chin.
he smiles against magnus’s mouth and his fingers head north, dragging slow over magnus’s always warm skin. the kiss has to break again, the noise of it loud only because the loft is quiet save for the two of them. magnus’s arms come up and the shirt comes off, his hair bouncing in it’s wake. and before alec even drops it on the floor their mouths are pressed close again, slow deep kisses. it’s fingertips searching over now exposed skin as magnus pushes him down, sinking on top of him, his own fingers pulling a soft gasp from alec’s mouth as they find their way under his own shirt.
it keeps going like that, like i don’t know where my mouth ends and yours begins. like i don’t know why we ever stop doing this because your mouth is everything i want. alec’s fingers push and drag up the back of magnus’s head, feeling the soft bite of his hair against his fingertips, and with that the kiss deepens. their bodies shift until magnus is almost all the way on top of him and alec hums low in his throat at the pressure, legs spreading of their own accord. and it’s so warm isn’t it, to do this, to kiss like this, together and alone in their bed, in their home.
At first, the people thought him gentle and kind. Powerful. The most powerful. But soon, they learned not to be wary of his magic, but of his silver tongue and the madness therein. The Mad King slipped into existence as the sun sunk below the horizon.
Well. Two years in the making, and finally my King’s project has come to a close. Quite a ride! I enjoyed it a lot. I had thoughts to add Jeremy, so I’ll throw him up on the list in case I get an itch some day… but for now! It’s all done :) Thank you everyone!