i want a blown up one of these

Humans are Weird

So, I just thought of my own humans-are-the-weird-ones thing. What if humans were the only race to develop clothing and other things that are used simply to change our appearance. The other races don’t use clothing for protection from their home environments, and use vehicles for exploring non-native environments. Armor exists, but in a non-ornamental way, and generally doesn’t do much to change appearance, or is at least non-individualized. Makeup and nail polish are unknown, though tattoos and piercings are known to be used by some cultures for ranking and identification purposes and are not used ornamentally by any race other than humans. Hairstyles are not unknown, but are all generally for practical (keep it out of the way! I need insulation! I need shade!) reasons.

At first, aliens just think that there are a lot more humans than there really are, that humans that look alike with small differences are just family members, and that humans just naturally tend to be known solely by their family name. (Like, Alien “Ralph” meets Human “Bella Tailor” one day, sees her the next day in a different outfit, and thinks that he/she is meeting a relative of the human he/she met earlier, and that their family name is “BellaTailor.”)

Humans, at first, just thought that aliens were terrible at matching faces and names… and that they were apparently all nudists, but hey, who cares? Different cultures and races and all that, you know.


“Hello, BellaTailor. My name is Ralph. I believe I met your relative the other day. How is she doing?”

“I do not have a sister, Ralph. You must be mistaken.”

“That cannot be! She looks just like you, only more… pink, I believe is the correct color-word… and has your name! You must be relatives! It would be too much of a coincidence for you to not be related!”

“Where… exactly… did you meet my ‘sister’?” 

“Oh! We were on the same shuttle together. I must admit I am surprised; I thought that there was only one human on the ship’s roster.”

“Ralph, I am the human you met there. Remember how we talked about how uncomfortable those one-race-fits-all shuttle seats are?”

“But… no… you are different colors and patterns! This is a terrible joke. I wouldn’t suggest trying it on anyone else.”

“Dude, all I did was change my clothes. It’s not like I’m a whole ‘nother person, despite what commercials and such would have you believe.”

“Clothes?”

“Right… nudist… um… let me just… show you?”

Bella precedes to take off her top (not like they’ll care, they’re nudist anyway, right? eep, here goes nothing, really hope this is okay). Ralph thinks she means that they’re a race that sheds their skin, though he’s put out and puzzled over how no one mentioned that fact to anyone. After all, shedded skins can really clutter up an area, especially at the rate she seems to shed, though it could explain a few things. Bella, frustrated, puts her top back on, takes Ralph to her quarters, and shows him her clothing (which was still mostly packed due to limited storage space). Ralph finally sort-of understands, but the idea is totally trippy and weird to him.

“What did you think I brought so much luggage for?” 

“Well, I didn’t really want to pry, and your planet is… a bit… cluttered…”

*sigh* “Dude, I can’t… I just… urgh! WHY ME?!?!?!”


After many misunderstandings the aliens are brought to understand that humans can change their appearance in many ways, practically at-will. 

Then the whole issue of “camouflage” comes up. By this point, humans have developed advanced camouflage that automatically mimics the wearer’s surroundings. The other races react in various ways. Some are rather neutral about this discovery. Others are afraid. But many desire to obtain the art and secrets of “camouflage” for themselves. The earth and humans are now at the center of a conflict that borders on war - Intergalactic war. Because we’re the only race to have actually thought of camouflage. Thankfully, the other races begin to catch on before full-blown war is unleashed, but it is a very close thing.


@howtotrainyournana @crossroadsdimension Look! I came up with one! :D YAY for tired-brain-creativity! WHOOO (don’t really feel tired now, but I should be, and I know I will be when I have to wake up in four hours. :/ why does the coffee only seem to work when you actually want/need to sleep?)

based on that post by @leoxingx bc it broke my heart and i need it


They were arguing, the whole team. Shiro had technically started it, saying he would go. The Galra transmission demanded one of the Paladins, or the whole Castle would be blown to bits, and honestly they were in no condition to fight.

“I’ll go.” Keith said. “I’ll be fine, I can fight and take care of myself-”

“No.” Shiro said, shaking his head. “They want me. Haggar wants me.”

“I’ll go!” Hunk piped up again, but everyone shot him a look and he grumbled under his breath. Lance looked back to Shiro and Keith, who were bickering, Pidge, who was leaning on the console tiredly, watching them, and Allura who was joining in on the bickering.

“I will go.” She proclaimed. In the mess that ensued, no one noticed Lance quietly stepping towards the beam that would transport him to the Galra ship that was looming outside the window like a tyrant. They had gotten into their systems, and this was the only way off the ship as of now.

Lance’s mind raced as he watched the team carefully, now Allura was yelling. Five steps.

Four.

Two.

“Lance?” Someone asked. The room went deadly silent and Lance darted forward, hitting the button that would shut the beam’s defense and seal it off. It started humming, and everyone was staring at him.

“Shiro’s the leader.” He explained, rushed as the humming got louder and the top of the encasement grew brighter. “Keith is the best pilot, Pidge is a genius and Hunk is a brilliant engineer. Allura, you’re the Princess and Coran you’re the only one who knows the Castle well.” 

“Lance, no!” Hunk shouted, launching forward. Lance laughed a little and pressed his hand to Hunk’s through the material, it felt like plastic. And it was getting warm, he noticed.

“I’m just a boy from Cuba.” He said, the light over his head getting brighter. Hunk burst into tears, and Lance’s bones seared as the beam came down.


Hunk was sobbing, Pidge at his side in an instant and Shiro only a moment later. Keith stood, staring at the place where Lance had stood only moment before with a look of confusion and terror.

“Lance.” Allura mumbled, mouth hidden behind her hand as she stared in shock. 

Coran paced, then went to the console and started typing. His face was the most serious Keith had ever seen. Something filled his chest, watching Hunk and Pidge sob and Shiro hide tears. Guilt. If he had just gone-

Keith turned and left the room, stoic until his head met his pillow and then he cried.


Lance blinked, the sensation of his flesh being burned off disappearing and he winced, blinking in the hard purple light that made a headache start to pound.

“Well.” Someone purred near him, making him jump and lift a hand to shield his face and get a better look. Long white hair, purple skin, twin scars running down under his eyes, a man stared at him. He smiled, too wide in a way that made Lance shiver. 

“We gained a Paladin much quicker than I had hoped.”

Skyline {II}

Originally posted by over-et

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline.  In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do…as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!!  One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing.  While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one.  I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all.  I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon.  And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!

{part I}

It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook.  Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close.  And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.

Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few.  You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall.  It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different.  Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words.  Just different.

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Home Run (M)

Anonymous said to oppamansae:

“I still cannot get baseball jungkook damn that was amazingly HOT ! God damn ! Baseball jungkook X Cheerleader Reader ?! <3 Smutttttttttt~~~~~ with a fluff ? XD - ok im still imagining baseball player jungkook *heart eyes*”

Yeah as shitty as the title is, I can’t think of anything else. BUT YES HERE YOU GO BEAUTIFUL ANON. BASEBALL PLAYER ROOKIE JUNGKOOKIE. 2,036 Words

Pairing: Baseball player! Jeon Jungkook x Cheerleader! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Baseballer au!

Warnings: (slight)fingering, riding, JEON JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by mayfifolle

“And Jeon Jungkook is getting ready to take the next ball. One more home run, and this came is over. All the plates are empty – will he be able to make it?”

The entire arena cheered his name along with the cheerleading squad which belonged to the team containing the star baseball players of Korea, BTS. Not only were their visuals amazing, but they were all-stars, especially the main batsmen, Jeon Jungkook. 

“Takada Naoki is getting ready to bowl, and–” There was a thunderous ‘bang’ which irrupted from the bat of the brunet. “Amazing hit!!”

The crowd went wild as the player immediately dashed off the home plate. You cheered from your stage along with your group of girls – maybe you weren’t the main cheerleader, but you tried your best, kicking and waving your white and blue pom-poms from your position on the side.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” 

The entire stadium chanted as he made it to third base, the Japanese team finally getting the ball, ready to pass it to the keeper. All the cheering stopped for a moment as soon as the ball was in the air, breaths being held in anticipation. The male soon slipped into home base as the ball was caught, the referee bringing the whistle to his lips.

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burna-boy  asked:

Hey, what are your thoughts on the latest FT chapter? Also, have a nice day

I loved this chapter! The show of emotion is great and that tone of bittersweet happiness, not going to lie I found it to be quality content. Especially from Lucy. 

We see how much seeing Natsu alive meant to her. The expression on her face and in her eyes is beautifully done. 

Then we see the devastation of losing him. She can’t even hold her own body weight. 

Natsu has already been through this loss. And although we didn’t get to see how much this affected him yet, I have a suspicion we might get to find out. 

I believe Mashima is setting up these scenarios in which Natsu and Lucy have been forced to confront their love for one another. They can’t remain in denial when they’ve lost someone they love unconditionally like this. If Lucy and Natsu were dancing around their feelings, refusing to acknowledge them, Natsu’s return will force them both out their shell. 

Nothing like a death catalyst to trigger a reality check on what’s important and having the confidence to speak up and get what you want.  Worries of ‘it might ruin our friendship’ blown to the wayside. 

Just Another Bucky Smut

Summary: Just a Bucky x Reader smut. There really isn’t much of a story, it’s mostly smut.

Warnings: Dom!(ish)andJealous!Bucky, smut

A/N: My brother walked in and saw me writing this and just sighed so I hope you enjoy the second hand embarrassment that comes with my life.

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anonymous asked:

do you happen to know any genderbend viktuuri fanfics? I've been desperstely looking for them but haven't find any (゜´Д`゜)

Okay, so these fics are awesome. I haven’t found many, but there are a few! Let me know if you’ve seen some more that I should add on. Enjoy!

(This AMAZING fem!victuuri artwork is by @frosty-haddock! Check out their blog! This art was posted with permission, do not repost!)


Fem!Victuuri


Welcome Home by boysblush, Explicit, 6.1k
It’s been years since they moved in together, since their last Grand Prix, since they retired, since the wedding . All of this time has passed and Yuri still fangirls over her wife— the most beautiful and celebrated professional skater, Viktoria Nikiforov. LOVE OMG WOWOWOW

Words and Intention by euseevius, Teen, 3.7k
Katsuki Yuuri’s life, from the first time she sees Viktoriya Nikiforova on ice, to the first night in their shared apartment in St. Petersburg. Great fic!

Our Garden of Delights by boysblush, Explicit, 3.5k
Her and Viktoria have the whole day off, finally having the time they want to themselves. For Viky that was to go do some light shopping, but for Yuri, she just wants some quiet to catch up on reading. For a little while at least.

Hard out Here by Cornflower, Teen, 4.1k (WIP)
“Who are you working for? Russia, the Mafia?” Yuuri blurted, pulling out her gun and pointing it in the criminal’s direction in one smooth motion. “Oh Yuuri,” Viktoriya giggled, eyes dark and pupils blown wide, “if I told you that I’d have to kill you.” LESBIAN SPIES AU DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING

Frustrated Yuuri and naughty Viktoria by Blaubeere, Explicit, 3.2k
Viktoria can’t keep her hands off Yuuri even during an interview, and now Yuuri has had enough of the teasing. Fluff and smut!

[we] are unstoppable by DiAnna44, Mature, 6.7k (WIP)
Vik and Yuuri make history. As the first ever female w/female pairing to enter the pairs skating competition. Things happen. Thumbs up!

Self Indulgence by Shahrazaade, Explicit, 2.8k
It is a fact universally acknowledged that Katsuki Yuuri will take every opportunity to eat out her girlfriend, Victoria Nikiforova. Spicy!

вкусно by frangiblefealty, Explicit, 4.2k
“I’m surprised. Greedy little поросенок like you, I would expect more,” whispers Viktor, and kisses her. In which Yuuri gets caught doing what she’s been doing for years.

I’m really about the concept of the IPRE crew dying and coming back next cycle leading to a super casual and nihilistic view of death. Cartoonishly walk off a cliff for a laugh. There’s only a few weeks left of the cycle? Pretend to be so done with something you just blow yourself up over it. Drink the Lava! It’s a Once in a Lifetime opportunity!

Especially Lup and Barry once they become Liches. One accidentally dies and it’s very little time before the other “mysteriously” dies in an accident. I think it bothers Davenport at first but maybe it’s only so long before he starts being a little more reckless. He’s their leader after all. It’s his job to be on the front lines.

It’s a cycle where there was a near miss. Lup and Barry have blown their meatsuits for the cycle. Magnus died a week in because he wanted to try eating something new and it was poisonous. Davenport went exploring and never came back–eaten by something or who knows what. Taako’s more careful than the others but he’s still mowed down by the Hunger in the race back to the Starblaster.

Which leaves Lucretia again. The Liches give her as much cover as they can, but they can’t physically touch her if she gets stuck or falls. It’s the three of them who confront the group when they’re all standing back on the deck, far more grave than the others. 

“Dying might be hilarious, but we need to stay alive or we might lose the chance for a punchline.”

Vegas

Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Whoo! Two days in a row, go me. I think I’ve got my mojo back.

Requests:  

  1. fluff. daveed. this is all i ask for. maybe a little smut?😏😏
  2. dom daveed SMuT pLS
  3. Diggs + smut = my request
  4. PLSPLSPLS MORE DAVEED SMUT IAM A TH I RST Y BITCH JAHJ
  5. Daveed x reader where reader claims that she always has to fake orgasms when she’s with a guy and he says that he can change that and it ends it smuttttt

Word Count: 2711

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and lots of it

“So a guy’s never made you come before?” Oak asked with his jaw hanging a bit open.

“Nope,” you said nonchalantly while scrolling through your Twitter mentions.

It was intermission of the second show of the day and you, Oak, Anthony, and Jasmine were all hanging out in Oak’s dressing room, talking about random topics. Now, the topic seemed to be focused on you because you had accidentally let the fact that you had never had a real orgasm during sex slip into the conversation.

“Ever?” Anthony pressed in disbelief, somehow not believing you.

“Never ever.” You confirmed, looking up to see all three pairs of eyes on you. “What?”

“Do you tell them what they’re doing wrong?” Jazzy asked.

“With the first couple of guys, yeah, but after a while, I just stopped because it wasn’t working anyway. I didn’t want to make them feel bad about themselves, so I just started faking orgasms every time. I just finish myself off after they go to clean up or something.” You shrugged.

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McDanno thoughts...

I don’t know if it’s just me wearing my McDanno shipper goggles, but IMHO throughout the whole episode everybody felt aware of how these relationships (Steve-Lynn, Danny-Melissa) are totally off and of how it would be best to just… switch up the teams.

I think Steve pointed out one of the biggest issues here when he said “Hide your true self from your girlfriend. I’m sure that’s gonna be great for your relationship” and then Danny involuntarily reinforced Steve’s point by saying “I am supposed to be romantic this weekend with her”. They both feel so unlike their true selves when they are with Lynn and Melissa, like they have to force themselves to play a part. It seems like they have to struggle to find the right words to say, the right thing to do. It’s awkward and uncomfortable to watch, I’m sorry, but that’s the way I feel.

We’ve got to know Steve and Danny through these years and we saw they love each other just the way they are, warts and all, they can really be themselves when they are with each other.

We saw that they never have any problems saying/showing to each other how they feel even if there are people around. True feelings are the discriminating factor here. I mean, if Steve’s presence affected Danny so much he couldn’t even talk, if the way Steve was touching him made him use their safe word, it has to mean something, right? As much as Danny finding the silliest reason to distract himself from the double date, as much as Steve following him because, well, he loses his balance when Danny is not there with him. As much as both of them telling Chin they could get back to work in no time… to work, together. The together part sounds always fine to them. Together with Lynn and Melissa around, not so much. I wonder why…

We saw how natural it is for them to say and do the most romantic things for each other. No effort at all, it all comes from their heart, in the most beautiful, simple, natural way.

- Steve booking three nights at the Kahala hotel for Danny and Grace.

- Danny buying a guitar for Steve so he could play the song he never got to play.

- Steve being there for Danny when Charlie was born and, later, when he found out he was his father, that he was robbed of three years with his son. 

- Steve showing up in court when Danny was fighting for Grace’s shared custody. Wearing his dress blues: “It’s for you. I wore it for you”.

- “Maybe you’re not as alone around here as you think, Danno”.

- “I’ll think about you the whole time”.

- “I just want you to be happy, Danny, that’s all“.

- Steve willing to die blown up by a bomb, risking everything to stay with Danny in episode 3x06 (one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever seen in my life of TV viewer).

- Danny literally giving a part of himself to Steve. 

- North Korea, Afghanistan, Colombia… They would go to the ends of the earth for each other.

- Steve making Hawaii Danny’s home. Danny giving Steve the family he craved for, being the one constant in his life, that one person who would never betray or leave him, unlike so many others, who always chose someone else or something else over him. 

And I could go on and on with the examples.

I think they are so right for each other, they fit together perfectly. I know, they’re two men and it’s not simple, it’s a challenge, it’s risky, but please, at least think about it. They’re so worth a chance.

Heat (Ethan)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

You kicked off your covers and smacked your head against your pillow in frustration. It was way too hot in your apartment. Your AC had blown out on you last week and let’s just say it had been hell — no pun intended. You looked over to your boyfriend who was sleeping peacefully beside you with not a care in the world. You were envious how he could sleep so sound in a condition like this. Realizing that you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep you slipped out of bed and into the kitchen to get a cold glass of water, filling it with tons of ice, hoping by some miracle it would take away the sweat that was beginning to form on your forehead. You leaned against the counter, downing your drink in two gulps before refilling it almost immediately. When you shut the water off you heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. You saw Ethan’s figure peer at you in the darkness before he came into the faint glow from the stovetop light, squinting, and scratching at his head.

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anonymous asked:

BTS reacting to you denying them sex just to see how they would react

I’m sorry if it’s not exact;y what you wanted. Credit to gif owners!

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Homecoming

// In which Alejandro Antonio Bartholomew IV makes his first appearance  in Miami //

This is Part 1 the much awaited sugar daddy Justin series. 

Disclaimer: I am not a spanish speaker therefore I apologize in advanced if there are any grammatical issues.

*Contains Mature Content*

pls enjoy and i hope y'all look forward to this series - drea✨

Part 2

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20 QUESTIONS - JBB

{synopsis} a game of 20 questions leads to something much more scandalous 

{warnings} cursing, praise kink, hair pulling, name calling (positive only), some biting/marking, highkey dom!reader, highkey sub!bucky, cursing, slow love making, thigh riding, dirty talk, filthy porn basically, some angst if you squint, unprotected sex

{pairing} bucky x fem!reader

{word count} 3663

   Bucky Barnes was something. From his thick thighs to his crystal blue eyes, that boy gave you countless reasons to stick your hands down your panties at night. You and him had been friends for a while, and you didn’t want to ruin anything because of your little crush. But at the same time, you did. It seemed worth it; completely abolishing the friendship you had kindled just for one night with the soldier in your bed. You wanted to ravish him; completely ruin him as his baby blues and flushed cheeks and plump lips looked up at you, begging for more. So, you decided to act on your desires.

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p.c.y –– angel.

Author’s Note: hello everyone !! this is low-key garbage but i hope you like it !! if you want to request anything my inbox is open !!
Pairing: chanyeol x reader (female)
Rating: M
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cursing, and chanyeol being an asshole
Word Count: 4.1k

Originally posted by co-kai-ne

It was suffocatingly hot in the back of his jeep. Your back stuck against the leather of the seats, some of your hair stuck to your forehead due to sweat, you felt his nails dig into your hips as his lips worked on your neck. “Chanyeol.” You groaned pushing against him softly trying to shift his weight off you, but with no avail. His large hands trailed down your body till they rested on your exposed thighs, the hem of your pastel pink dressed bunched up to your waist, he gave the soft flesh a gentle squeeze humming against the column of your neck. 

“You get so worked up so easily, angel.” 

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You have been here to try and keep me sane-
Whatever sanity I still have left, anyway.
Right when I want to go insane,
You tell me, save it, for better days.

You let me lose my crazy mind
Only so that I can find it, one more time.
You tell me to think things through
Before I let my emotions stick like glue.

You keep me with my feet on the ground
While helping me rise up higher than I thought.
You brush my doubts away with a blown kiss
Like they are leaves, lost in a breeze.

You tell me to breathe, making me feel at ease;
It’s like I can feel my mind- finally settling down.
You tell me to let out all that’s in my beating heart;
And you pick up my broken pieces, working to put them back.

This isn’t a love poem-
And yet, 
It is.

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@teacup13…because a mere thank you, just would not do.

Some days ago I came out to some people as demisexual and to be quite honest, I never thought I’d have to. But with them constantly asking me about this kind of stuff, especially due to me “apparently” being a “late bloomer” in relationships, I was kind of forced to do so. And, understandably, none of them knew what demisexual means, and that is completely ok. The thing that bothered me though was how many disregarded this label as “isn’t that how all decent people are?”.

Being demisexual, cut short, means you don’t experience sexual attraction without having an emotional bond with a person. And for some this might translate to “i need emotions to have sex” or “i don’t sleep with strangers”, but hear me out: it doesn’t.

I went into puberty quite early and for me that always was my explanation for why my sexual interest in others never spiked up (since normally you are not interested in having sbd nail you at the age of 11). But quickly noticing this not being the case I got confused. Other teens my age had sexual relationships everywhere, falling in and out of love, getting horny because they saw a pretty face. And I didn’t. And I felt ill, kind of.

After some time I stumbled upon asexuality and I started to panic. Cause, to be honest, I didn’t want to *not* have sex (though that isn’t wrong at all, I am NOT saying asexuality is bad, NO way). I did, so much. I just wasn’t able to feel the attraction needed for these activities. A couple of years were spent fighting an internal battle until that one day. It was during pride and I stumbled over a collection of flags. As posts like these are always tagged to the heavens I went through all of them and when I got to demisexual I was blown away.

This spoke to me on such a personal level I nearly cried. There were others who felt the same. Others who did not experience sexual attraction, but still wanted this kind of intimacy with a partner. Moreover, I realised the asexual/grey spectrum literally is a spectrum and is not a one way ticket.

So when friends, humans I trusted and held close (people I thought maybe had picked up on my confusion over the years) told me they don’t understand my troubles and that I shouldn’t “make a fuss”, I was shocked.

But instead of crumbling like I did when I had my first sexuality crisis, I flipped them the verbal finger and left the room.


Cause this is where I draw the line:
Don’t invalidate the sexualities of other people. Don’t judge things you don’t understand. Don’t tell somebody that their whole thought process and self exploration was for nothing cause you can’t wrap your head around the labels they choose for themselves.

I Love You Too (Peter Quill x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of drinking, fluff
Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader


You were sitting in the cockpit of Quill’s ship. No one else was on board. It had seriously been a long day.

You almost lost Peter today.

The flashes of him almost dying just kept replaying and replaying in your mind. You closed your eyes in pain as more tears came. Tears for what? He was fine. Barely even much of a scratch on him, honestly. Yet, here you were… curled up in a ball in the pilot seat, balling your eyes out like he died.

You sniffled, looking out at the stars in front of you. You just felt numb from the crying. You didn’t feel like moving you felt so numb.

You heard a noise and stiffened, turning toward the noise. It was Quill. Of course it was.

You turned away quickly and wiped your tears on your sleeve.

“You okay?” He asked as he came and sat in the seat next to you.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You said, never looking his way.

It was silent for a few minutes, as the two of you just stared out at the stars.

“I just needed to let some stress out by crying, I guess.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It definitely was an eventful day.” He said with a chuckle… but you didn’t laugh.

He stopped laughing when he realized you weren’t and just stared at you. You could feel his eyes and it made you nervous. You gulped but you still never looked at him. You heard him shifting next to you and suddenly his hand was on yours.

You look down at your hands and stare at them. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He said.

You finally looked up to his eyes. “Why wouldn’t I be? We survived, didn’t we?” You said, avoiding your feelings.

He hesitated, but nodded and pulled his hand away. You really had to stop yourself from taking his hand again. He got up and he left.

You turned back to the stars and brought your knees to your chest, assuming that would be the end of the conversation.

The next day, you wake up and make breakfast like always. You help Rocket make new weapons and you tidy up the ship. It was a much slower day that day. You and Quill didn’t talk a lot that day, but it wasn’t unusual for you two to occasionally have a day that you may not see each other a lot.

That night, everyone wanted to go out. You still weren’t feeling too chipper, and you decided not to go.

“So, why aren’t you going?” Rocket asked.

“Because I don’t feel like it?” You said, wondering why he was questioning you.

“Okay…” he said, but he didn’t sound like he really believed you.

“I am Groot,” Groot said.

“What does Quill have to do with anything?” You asked Groot.

Groot walked from one side of your bed to your lap.

“I am Groot,” he said waving his arms around.

“Yes, Quill almost got blown up.” You said, the memory flashing through your head, making you wince.

“I am Groot,” he said in an obvious tone.

Your jaw dropped, staring at the tree baby. You looked over to Rocket.

“He’s got a point,” Rocket said, shrugging.

You looked back at Groot. “What makes you think I love him?”

He sighed and sat down and just looked at you like you knew he was right. You gulped thinking about it. You had never delved into your feelings for Quill. You never let yourself. You knew they were there, but you ignored them because you both work in a risky business. But that risky business almost killed him and it’s had you in a bad mood since.

Groot got up and hugged your stomach. You smiled and hugged him back. He pulled back and looked up at you, smiling. You smiled back at the adorable baby.

Groot hopped down from your bed and over to Rocket to leave. Rocket looked back at you. “You sure you don’t want to go?” He asked.

You looked back up to him and smiled.

Quill was waiting outside the ship for everyone, listening to his Walkman when Rocket and Groot came out, you following behind.

Quill literally done a double take. You were wearing a dress. And heels. He had never seen you in anything other than tights and a form fitting t-shirt. Now, you wore a little black dress with heels to match.

As you walked up to him, he blinked a few times and yanked his headphones off.

“Y/N…” he said, looking you up and down.

“Okay, stop making googley-eyes at each other and let’s go meet Gamora.” Rocket said with a roll of his eyes. But you could hear a little bit of happiness in his voice.

Other than the weird encounter at the beginning, it was like any other night out with the Guardians. You drank and laughed. Quill never acted any different with you than he did normally.

“Alright, I think we are packing it up and heading out,” Rocket said as he walked by you and Peter.

“What?” You said. “No! It’s only been a few hours.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said. “But I’m… really tired.” He continued, sounding a little unsure.

Gamora came up behind them and said, “Yeah, I’m heading out too.”

You looked at the three of them and knew exactly what they were doing. They wanted to get you and Peter alone together.

You squinted at the trio as they said their goodbyes and headed out.

“A little strange that they left so early,” Quill said in a knowing voice.

“Yeah, I don’t know what’s up with them.” You said, nonchalantly as you played with your drink.

He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

You looked over at him incredulously. “What?”

“You really are going to keep pretending nothing is here?” He said, gesturing between the two of you.

You gulped, but shook your head and looked away. “There is nothing here, Quill.” You said.

“Call me Peter,” he said in a soft voice.

“What?” You asked, looking back to him in confusion.

“I like when you call me Peter.” He said.

“Okay…” you said in a confused voice. “Peter.”

“You wanna get out of here?” He said. “Take a walk?”

You nodded and the two of you left the bar. Peter and you walked for a moment, not saying a word.

“So…” he said. “I almost died yesterday.”

You winced seeing it in your mind again.

“See!” He said, pointing at you, making you jump.

“What?” You yelled.

“You winced at the thought of me dying!” He yelled.

“Yes, what’s so weird about that?!”

He just looked at you. In a lower voice, he said, “Stop pretending that there’s not something here. There is and you know it.”

You looked away from him and fiddled with your dress. Why did you even wear the stupid thing? When you left the ship you had all this confidence to confess everything to Peter, but now it had all vanished. You didn’t want to loose him.

“Y/N…”

The lump in your throat grew and your stomach filled with the whole zoo at the way he said your name.

You gathered your courage and looked up at him. His eyes were as gentle as you had ever seen them, begging you to open up.

“I almost lost you…” you whispered. “All I’ve been thinking about is that moment you almost died. It’s been on repeat in my mind since it happened.” You took a deep breath before you continued. “The thought of loosing you kills me. Yesterday made me realize just how easy and quick it would be for you or any of us to be gone. It made me realize how much I don’t want to loose you.”

He stared at you in awe. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but he wouldn’t say anything. Peter Quill not saying anything? He usually won’t shut the heck up.

“Peter…” you said, urging him to say something, anything. He still didn’t, just looked at you. “Please say something.”

“I love you.” He blurted out.

Your heart might have literally stopped. Seriously.

You just stared at him for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what he just said.

He sighed, putting his hand over his eyes. He said, “Jeez, I’m an idiot. Why did I say that? Of course that would freak you out we aren’t even dating! Why did I-”

You grabbed his face, and paused and looked at you. “Peter…” you said. “Shut the heck up.”

He smiled. “Make me.”

You smiled and you pulled his face to yours and you kissed him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and your fingers went through his hair. He sighed into the kiss and it made you smile.

He kept kissing you and kissing you and kissing you. When you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead on yours.

“So, uh, is there something you want to say?” He asked.

You smiled. “Uh, no, I don’t think so.”

He leaned down and kissed you again. “You sure?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should check again.” You said.

He laughed and kissed you again. “How about now?”

You laughed and finally said, “I love you too, Peter.”

Meta Monday: Rose Tyler Defence

Today’s Meta Monday post is brought to you by the person who left a full-fledged rant against Rose Tyler in a comment on one of my fics. For the record, if you spend 500 words putting down one half of my OTP, you cannot say you respect that I ship Ten/Rose. Also, RUDE.

So, I’m going to break down the comment point by point. This was left on my ficlet about Martha, and about halfway through, it switches to ranting about how Martha was treated by the Doctor. For the sake of length, I’ll cover that part next week. Bullet points in quotes are taken directly from the review.

1) Rose was selfish.

At times, yes. Because Rose was human and humans have flaws. She was a well-written character who didn’t always do the right thing for the right reason.

Can we talk for a minute about why Rose is selfish? She’d recently ended a relationship with someone who took advantage of her. Jimmy Stone took off and left her £800 in debt. When you’re used like that, you learn to look out for yourself first, because no one else will. It’s a habit that takes time to break. 

Now, this accusation often includes, “Rose was selfish to leave her family to travel,” and I will argue against that with my dying breath. It is not selfish for a young woman to decide to leave her family and create her own life. That is natural. I know Jackie and Mickey struggled with it, but that’s their thing to deal with. Honestly, them expecting Rose to never change and always be the same Rose they remembered is more selfish than Rose choosing to create her own life.

Don’t we tell girls all the time that they should plan their lives based on what would make them happy, not on what people expect them to do? Isn’t that part of what feminism is? So why do we insist it’s selfish when a young woman is actually bold enough to flout expectations and forge her own path?

2) “She ditched Mickey immediately when she heard the Doctor telling her that Tardis is a time travel machine.”

Why is it so horrible that Rose jumped at an amazing opportunity for a better life? She was obviously bored and dissatisfied before meeting the Doctor. (Look at her face when she’s working at Henrik’s. That is not the face of someone content with their life.) 

And let’s get rid of the notion that Mickey was a perfect boyfriend. Do you remember the part in “Rose” where she asks if she can borrow his laptop? And he says yes, but then in a panic tells her not to look at his email? That’s supposed to be a hint that he was cheating on her–another sign that her life was not ideal, meaning she was at a perfect spot for a change.

I understand that it hurts to be the person left behind. I’ll even agree that Rose should have said a bit more of a goodbye to Mickey than she did. (Though since the Doctor had already left once, I don’t blame her if she thought there was a clock ticking.) However, I refuse to blame Rose for wanting a different life. That’s grossly unfair. 

Think about this: Donna pitched the keys to the car she shared with her mother in a bin, then took off without saying a word about travelling. And yet, I’ve never heard anyone say anything bad about the way she left her family. Why is what Rose did so much worse?

3) “She also not only made Jackie grieve over her, therefore making her get Mickey go to police 5 times the whole year.”

Oh boy. One of my favourites. 

THE MISSING YEAR IS NOT ROSE’S FAULT.

We don’t know how long Rose had been with the Doctor when they landed at the beginning of “Aliens of London.” If we go strictly by time we’ve seen, it’s less than a week. If we believe there are adventures that happen offscreen, then maybe 2-3 weeks. 

Not only that, but she had been assured that to her mum, only 12 hours would have passed. She walked into that flat thinking she’d been gone overnight, thinking her phone call from Platform One would have been plenty to ease any worries. 

It is not Rose Tyler’s fault that the TARDIS, purposely or not, skipped a full year.

That means none of the things that happened to people on Earth during that time are her fault. It’s not her fault that her mum thought she was dead. It’s not her fault that Mickey was dragged in for questioning. Jackie and Mickey resenting Rose for the missing year does not make it actually Rose’s fault. 

4) “She flirted with Adam and Jack and broke up with Mickey, making him feel like crap.”

Right. Mickey who told Rose–in the middle of trying to chat her up–that he was seeing Trisha Delaney? Which he told her purposely to make her angry? Mickey is not superior here, so don’t even try to make it out like Rose is the horrible tramp and Mickey is the long-suffering boyfriend. 

And if she’d broken up with Mickey, what does it matter that she flirted with Adam and Jack? This kind of slut-shaming needs to end. Flirting is not a sin.

5) “She ripped Tardis console to become Bad Wolf, despite the fact that Tardis was an sentient being.” 

I see this thrown out as a horrible thing all the time. Do you know who did not get angry at Rose for opening the TARDIS? The Doctor. Not once in his explanation to Jack during “Utopia” does he say anything bad about Rose opening the TARDIS. Not once does his voice betray anything but awe at what she became. 

No one knows and loves the TARDIS more than the Doctor. If he wasn’t upset with Rose for opening her heart, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing for her to do. 

Also, if you’re thinking Bad Wolf was a selfish choice, then you’re purposely reading your opinion that Rose was selfish into the text. Rose knew looking into the heart of the TARDIS could kill her–she’d seen what had happened to Margaret the Slitheen. But she chose to do it anyway, because it was the only way to save the Doctor. 

Rose becoming Bad Wolf is not about her pouting because he sent her away. That is the wrongest interpretation of that scene I have ever seen, and it makes me angry every time. In the diner, when she’s trying to explain to Jackie and Mickey why she’s so upset, she starts with, “Two hundred thousand years in the future, he’s dying, and there’s nothing I can do.” And when Bad Wolf explains her choice and her purpose to the Doctor? “I want you safe. My Doctor. Protected from the false god.” 

Not to mention her glorious speech in the diner, which is entirely about understanding that life is better when you live it for other people. Bad Wolf is Rose Tyler at her least selfish and she is absolutely brilliant. 

6) “Martha actually worked hard to become a doctor, while Rose could not even get herself a job after getting her job blown off.” 

Wow. There’s so much classist garbage in here, I don’t even know where to start.

  1. Yes, Martha worked hard. That doesn’t mean Rose didn’t. Stop putting down one companion to praise another. 
  2. You don’t have to have an upper class job like doctor to be a hard worker. Poor people work their tails off, doing things no one else wants to do. Even Martha complained that she had to work in a shop. (Blink)
  3. Rose left with the Doctor twenty-four hours after Henrik’s blew up. 
    1. No, she didn’t go out job hunting the day after almost dying. 
    2. Lucky she didn’t, because if she hadn’t spent the day looking up the Doctor, she might not have been there when he faced the Nestene Consciousness. And the Doctor himself admitted that he would have died if it wasn’t for her.

What you’re really saying is that instead of going off to have a fabulous life, Rose should have stayed on the Estate. I’m being kind and not adding, “where she belonged” to the end of that statement, but really–that’s what you’re implying. That as a young woman from the Estate, Rose didn’t deserve the kind of life she found with the Doctor.

Why not? 

Rose Tyler was clever. Practically the first thing the Doctor says to her is a compliment because she’d come up with a logical explanation for the Autons. It was wrong, but he was impressed by her logic. 

Rose Tyler was brave. She saved the Doctor that first day, she ran into the TARDIS even though he told her it would be dangerous, she ran after the ghost in “The Unquiet Dead…” Do I need to go on? Rose Tyler shot out the window of the rocket she was on so she could kill Satan. How’s that?

Rose Tyler was compassionate. She objected strenuously to the Doctor asking Gwyneth to channel to Gelth. She saw a little boy calling for his Mummy and tried to help him. She refused to let the Doctor kill a Dalek. She was outraged by the slavery of the Ood.

Rose Tyler stood up for what she believed in, no matter what the cost. She never hesitated to tell the Doctor if she thought what he was doing was wrong, even though she knew he could always take her home if he got annoyed with her. When he was passed out from regeneration sickness, she stood up to the Sycorax in his place. She got in Mr. Connolly’s face in Idiot’s Lantern when he was being a sexist jerk, talking down to his wife. 

Rose Tyler was clever, brave, and compassionate. When she was gone, the Doctor missed her ability to spot things he missed. “Rose would know,” was not just a sentimental comment–the solution to their adventures often started with Rose spotting something out of place and pointing it out to the Doctor. (The Unquiet Dead, The Long Game, Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, School Reunion, Idiot’s Lantern and Fear Her, just off the top of my head.)

So no, random reviewer, Rose is not flawless. But she’s also not the selfish girl you insist she is.