in a weird twist

anonymous asked:

What does it matter if Derek has a baby? I mean, there's no way to change the "plot" now anyway. I think it was just a mess-up by someone who understood a tweet wrong, but just imagine it. Derek Hale. Holding a baby. BTS Tyler Hoechlin playing with that baby. Stiles fuzzing around the baby. We need to look positively at those weird, twisted, bizarre possibilities.

You know why it matters, but even so, again, leave that for fanfic. Derek can have all the babies he wants in the appreciative hands of the fans. Not the vindictive paws of these writers.

(Spoilers for GotG 2)

So I was wondering… Yondu probably had that Zune he wanted to give Peter for a while already. Either he bought it even before the battle for Xandar, or in between the battle and the stuff that happened with Ego. Either way, he would have had the Zune for quite some time. Long enough that he got around to tell Kraglin (proudly, like “Look what I found for Quill”) about it.

Taking Yondu’s, uh, trust issues into consideration, and given the fact that during the mutiny, he couldn’t really go to his room and pick it up… that would mean that Yondu carried the Zune on himself the whole time. Safe in his pocket, until he met Peter again and could give the thing to him. Or sneak it into Peter’s pocket, if he wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t have to face the boy’s gratefulness. Or at least only from a safe distance, no happy hugs involved, because he can’t deal with those.

So that leaves – Yondu, carrying the Zune on his own person, before and during the mutiny and the flight to Ego’s planet.

Which led me to thinking – how did Kraglin get the Zune? He was the one to hand it to Peter.

So either they took the Zune from Yondu after Yondu died - but that would have led to at least one of the others seeing the Zune. Especially Peter wouldn’t have left Yondu’s side, and neither would Rocket and Groot have.

Or, which I actually like to headcanon: Yondu gave the Zune to Kraglin before leaving the Quadrant and heading down to Ego’s planet.

Because, honestly… Yondu didn’t make the decision to die on the planet in the spur of the moment. You can see in the way he tells Rocket to leave and take care of Groot, and the way it dawns on Rocket, that Yondu already had made peace with the fact that he would die for Peter. Anything to keep his boy alive. He knew there was this minimal chance of himself surviving, and he was okay with that as long as he could save Peter. And he also knew instantly when this chance was gone, knew that he would die.

Which means he had to make last preparations. Which, for one, was to leave the Zune to Kraglin for safe-keeping, telling his first mate to give it to Peter once everything was over.

And, let’s be honest: Once Yondu handed the Zune over to Kraglin, telling Kraglin to “give it to Quill, once things have calmed down”… the moment Yondu willingly handed over the Zune he had carried around all this time for Peter, Kraglin probably knew that Yondu didn’t think he would come back.

If this headcanon comes even remotely close to the truth, then that means - Yondu knew he would die, and Kraglin knew Yondu  at least thought he would die (even though Kraglin probably didn’t want it to be true, believed against it until the last moment), and the last thing the two of them probably talked about was Peter and the Zune they wanted to gift him with.

Okay, so the whole humans are space orcs/earth is space Australia thing has me thinking: what about grooming/pampering?

Like, a lot of us go to spas/salons (or do the cheaper at home versions) to literally get hair ripped from our bodies using a large variety of different methods, to obtain our own personal desired levels of body hair. And we call it pampering. What if humans are the only ones who do that? Aliens that cut/dye hair, comb/style it in totally unique ways to suit themselves, but pull it out completely? What kind of creature tortures itself like that?

And we have so many ways of doing it. Tweezing, waxing, threading, hair removal creams that can burn your skin to name a few.

Plus there are facials that leave your face red and splotchy for hours afterward because they pick at your skin to remove gunk.

Massages, where in order to feel good they have to hurt you to remove the tension from your muscles, so while eventually it feels good, it hurts first.

We twist ourselves into weird positions to paint our toenails because our knees get in the way (not so painful, but reasonably uncomfortable).

We are willing to sit still for obscene amounts of time to get our hair/nails/make up done, even though humans are notoriously fidgety.

So some aliens at first would probably think we’re super vain (and some humans are), but more experienced aliens would be like:

 “no, that’s just something the humans enjoy. It’s how they ‘treat themselves.’”

 “But, Skrill, she’s literally ripping hair out of her face?”

 “It’s how she gets her eyebrows - how did she put it? - ‘on fleek.’ Compliment them, humans are thrilled when you compliment them when they spend a lot of time on face hair removal.”

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i got really carried away but I LOVE WINGS!!!! I love birbs and wings and i don’t know why i don’t make more characters with wings. 

Fanart of avian Keith and Shiro from @fishwrites’s Watercast fic! Outfits based on @marchingspace’s design with my own twist! I love designing fantasy outfits with functionality for weird anatomy i also love halter tops with a firey passion.

i’d like to take this moment to say that harpy eagles are my favorite species of eagle. o<-< They’re so cute and silly looking with their poofy crests but so badass. 

Level-5: Ok PL games, you all need a clever twist at the end of your stories to shock the audience with.  

Curious Village: Most of the people in this town are actually very advanced automatons 

Pandora’s Box: The entire town is a mirage caused by hallucinogenic gas

Lost Future: This ‘future’ town is really built in an underground cavern under the real town 

vs Ace Attorney: aLL MAGIC IS REALLY JUST HYPNOTISED NINJAS OPERATING BIG BLACK STEALTH FORKLIFTS WHICH YOU CAN’T SEE BECAUSE YOU’RE HYPNOTISED TOO AND ALSO BECAUSE THERE’S DRUGS IN THE WATERWAYS 

Level-5: …….

Original Triogy: ……

vs Ace Attorney: Did I do it right guys? 

DannyMay: Emotions

Angela Foley, Maddie Fenton, and Pamela Manson stood in front of their children. The trio were leaning against each other; Danny was in the middle, while his friends sat on either side with a protective arm wrapped around his shoulders.

Maddie crossed her arms. “What do you three have to say for yourselves?”

Danny licked his lips. “Mom, I can explain-”

“You three have been helping Phantom!” Pamela cut in, “There is nothing to explain!”

The trio exchanged a look and moved closer to Danny.

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okay so since the carmilla fandom is basically dead / going into hibernation until the movie i figured i’d make a fic rec post just for fun (and then go drown myself in riverdale), going from my favourites to decent ones:

white blank page - angsty college sports au and the dopest thing ever

exposure - slow burn and internal suffering and emotions it is gorgeous, college au again but carmilla does photography

i’ll keep you safe if you keep me wild - bounty hunter carmilla moves to the country and an adorable love story 

pens - one shot (which is unusual bc i normally hate them) but its a subway strangers kinda thing

chasing ghosts - post military laura comes back to hometown, spoiler carmilla has a daughter shit gets real fluffy tbh but there’s also some angst

clockwork - i honestly don’t remember this one that well but apparently i liked it so heres a flower shop au 

pandemic - weird infection dystopian thriller au thing but holy shit the plot twist in this one is wild, also i cried at the end soooooo (happy tears i think)

this distant image of our tiny world - space au in a mars colony, hear me out, holy shit the setting is so well described and you can imagine this all so well its beautiful

the minister’s daughter - lgbt christian community, it’s acc quite sweet

absolution - short hollence-hollstein cheat fic, it’s a bit of a guilty pleasure

your mom called, you left your game at home - softball rivals and mucho angst turned hate sex??? turned dating (I’m spotting a trend here)

music to my ears - high school band and orchestra au don’t judge it’s cute alright

the road to home - road trip au with a v slow romance but hey ho its a good one

where your treasure is, there will your heart be also - fluffy but mostly plot based hogwarts au yet i ended up enjoying it v much so give it a go

the triwizard tournament - another sappy and soft but more hollstein centric hogwarts au why not

on our last leg - olympic running au, a v v v long one shot i believe

this just can’t be summer love - pretty writing, hawaii romance one shot

four walls - like a fucking action novel holy shit y’all

strangers - incomplete fwb story but damn i wish there was more

(of all persisting stars) - their first time from both povs 

the mirror between us - an okay one shot but i loved the twist

[also not with haste, back to back, god knows it’s not what we would choose to do, she smelled like lilacs, no space among the clouds, maybe the spark between us can light my cigarette, touched by stars, just stay with me, meet me halfway to your heart, gossip column, the sun dont set if we keep heading west]

okay I’m done (for now) (or maybe not wow this takes a long time)

So yesterday in Genetics lecture, we learned about something called “incomplete penetrance”.  Basically, it’s when not all individuals with a certain allele display that trait, even if logic says they should.  Normally I don’t share my class notes with the Internet because frankly I doubt anyone wants to see them.  But the example our professor gave us was polydactyly.  Naturally, when he explained this and showed us a picture, my first thought was:

Let me explain why I’m bringing this up.

I just sort of assumed that Ford had six fingers due to an in utero mutation (a spontaneous mutation of an embryo while it’s still developing), because polydactyly, or having additional phalanges, is a dominant trait.  If a child has it, one of their parents does too.  Like inheriting brown vs blue eyes.  But it turns out that polydactyly isn’t that simple.

In order to be a polydactyl, you need at least one copy of the dominant allele (let’s call it “P”; the recessive allele is “p”).  If you have extra fingers you either have two copies (PP) or one copy (Pp).  If you have no copies (pp), you have five fingers on each hand.  However, only about 3/5 of people with either PP or Pp actually have extra phalanges.  Roughly 2/5 of people with PP or Pp have the normal number of fingers.

I promise I have a point.

And here it is: Most of us have been assuming that Stan and Ford are fraternal, rather than identical, twins.  This is not just because of the whole “polydactyly” thing but also because of this: 

Ford has a cleft chin, Stan doesn’t.  Now, my first thought was “okay but Stan could have a cleft chin, it could just be understated for the sake of simplicity, or telling them apart”.  But after a bit of research, I found something out.  A cleft chin is like polydactyly: it’s the dominant trait, but has incomplete penetrance.

The two things that everyone thought meant they weren’t identical have no meaning.  They could still be identical genetically, it was just some weird twist of fate that made them appear to be fraternal.  And if they are identical after all?

Ford isn’t the only anomaly.  

In incomplete penetrance, only a minority of people with a dominant allele do not display the dominant trait.  Stan is a part of that minority.  Ford is weird as hell (that kind of post-axial polydactyly is rare on one hand, let alone two), and from a scientific standpoint, so is Stan.  Not displaying a dominant trait when you have the dominant allele is abnormal.

They’re even more alike than they realize.

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Request from @tayzamalfoy: Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is Gryffindor and Draco’s girlfriend but she’s ill and is feeling horrible so Draco looks after her and lays in bed with her until she falls asleep?? Thankyou, I love your imagines :—)

Thank youuuu! I love this request! :)

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You’d woken up with the worst headache, you couldn’t see straight or stand up properly for several seconds without nearly passing out. It was a sunny Saturday and you had made plans with Draco to go to go to the Black Lake and have a picnic several weeks ago for today. You finally found the courage to scramble out of bed and throw on some clothes to go down to breakfast. 

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Concept:

a significant amount of ancient civilizations have evolved past what we know today, and live in hidden cities in ancient sites… to protect themselves, there is a perception filter/cloaking field about these places, making it look like there is nothing but ruins and ancient monuments remaining.

Additional: Archaeologists are the BANE of their existence.
Children live in fear of failing out of school and having to become an achaeologist wrangler…
Honestly, where everyone else in the world looks at ruins and goes on their way, archaeologists have this drive to just waltz right the fuck through the perception filter.

Wranglers have to intercept, provide a handful of ‘authentic’ ancient dusty items (they replicated 3 mins before and dunked in dust for that old-timey look), provide a brief distractionary explanation of what the fuck is happening while the mind-wipe techs lock on to the visitor’s biosignature… then help carry them back outside the barrier, and put them in their car or somewhere equally ambiguous, afterwards.

The tracking chip usually alerts them if the archaeologist remembers and comes back, or is just a really persistent pain in the ass. On the fifth incursion event, they just flat-out keep the fuckers; saves on paperwork, and stops permanent memory damage from so many wipes.

They get placed with an amenable, patient family, and integrated into society. Some even end up archaeologist wranglers themselves, in a weird twist of irony.

It’s interesting for everyone.

“Seventeen Days” (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

A/N: from this point on, i’ll be doing an extended author’s note at the end of every chapter so i’m not ruining the chapter in this note. tags have been kooky with me, but the tagging list for this story is still open! -j. x

“Seventeen Days” (Masterlist)

He easily pulls you up onto your feet in a fluid motion. “Hey, sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologizes.

“Oh no, I’m the idiot looking at my phone and - oh, thank you,” you beam as he bends over to picks up both your phone and suitcase for you. You suppress the appreciative sigh bubbling up your throat as you get a good view of his butt.

Thank you, indeed.

“Why are you lugging around a huge suitcase in the middle of the -” He pauses as he catches your expression of admiration. “Hold up, were you just checking out my ass?”

Rapidly blinking doesn’t help your brain come up with an excuse, so you own up to the question with a sheepish shrug. “Sorry, but it’s a really nice ass,” you confess. “You must do, like, a million squats a day or something.”

A pleased look crosses his face. One hand goes on his hip while the other coquettishly bats the air. “Stop, girl. You’re making me blush,” he unabashedly grins.

Outstretching two thumbs-up, you flash him a radiant smile. “Whatever you’re doing, continue it,” you encourage. “And sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where Pym Hall is? I was looking at the map on the school app, but it’s -”

“- Really small, like it’s made for ants, right?”

Your jaw slightly drops while your eyes arch upwards. “Those were my exact thoughts!” you exclaim with surprise.

“Good to know I’m not the only one who hates the map,” he chuckles. “Pym Hall is just across the quad. It’s the second building with the statue of the lion.” He pauses, his eyes dropping to your huge, green suitcase. “I could take you there if you want.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to.”

“Pym Hall doesn’t have any elevators.”

The polite rejection you’re about to deliver stops at your throat as you recall your room is on the third floor. A sheepish smile curls up and you push the suitcase his way. “I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, no problem. I have nothing better to do, might as well help out a pretty girl,” he winks.

Are all Earth boys super nice? With a smile big enough to light up a city, you hold out your hand, enthusiasm glittering from your eyes. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way. I’m a transfer student.”

He grabs your hand and energetically pumps it up and down. “Sam Wilson, at your service.”

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Sinners

“Why does tragedy exist?/Because you are full of rage/Why are you full of rage?/Because you are full of grief” -Anne Carson

“Craving, not having, is the mother of reckless giving of oneself.” - Eric Hoffer

Because good intentions pave the way to hell. Sins don’t need to come from selfish origins

Happy two year fic anniversary! @the-flame-and-hawks-eye I really can’t thank you enough for writing this fic