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Another Humans are Wierd thing

We literally get together to chew.
We consider it socially beneficial to participate in chewing together. It has been a frequent topic of scientific investigation and is suggested that it not only help us form bonds but can increase our intellectual success? In fact, we like getting together and chewing so much we consider it an important, romantic, and high form of friendship and courting? Like going out on a date is taking someone to go chew some nice food with you.
Why is this so important to us? Why is it socially acceptable, and beneficial even, to sit together in groups, large or small, and chew?
Would other species consider it rude, disgusting even, to eat, chew, or take in necessary living substances in whichever way they do, in the company of others?

Alien: ugh, how can your species suffer the immense noises you make?
Human: we don’t really think about it, it’s more of like a ‘communal chewing’ thing which nobody really cares about
Alien: but isn’t it…rude?
Human: What? No, only if you do it with your mouth open.
Alien: but…you must open your mouth to eat, mustn’t you?
Human: Well, yeah, but-
Alien: Then is not eating in front of others rude?
Human: No, no! We’re encouraged to do it!
Alien: but you just said-
Human: I know, but it’s a popular form of social activity! People are more likely to come along to things if there’s food. You know, it’s the only way I could ever convince my friend to come out with me hahah

Also if like, for one species it’s actually similar to torture to be forced to consume things in front of or with others, so they make their humans a huge feast and they all have to eat it together, assuming they would be horrified, but then…
*dead silence*

It gets worse when a food fight ensues.

a not-entirely-earthling stinky boy

Drew this as part of a package I sent to @spinetrick and now that she’s gotten it in the mail I can finally post it. <3

Random Turian facts you guys all already knew but it’s fun remembering them because I’m waiting for my mac to update and can’t do anything else rn.

  • Turian blood is cobalt/Royal blue.
  • Turians can’t swim as their bodies are too dense because of their plates.
  • Due to their dextro-amino biology Turians cannot eat the same things as other alien species (except for Quarians) but unlike Quarians, Turians eat mainly, almost entirely meat, making them very reliant on similarly dextro-amino livestock and fisheries.
  • The carapace plates on Turians are reflective as they are metallic in their biological makeup, an evolutionary defense against their homeworld’s sun as their planet has a weak magnetic field. (this means more radiation gets through). however it doesn’t make them significantly durable. (although Grunt does comment at one time that Turians are a little harder to rip apart than humans or asari or salarians)
  • This probably (almost definitely) means Shepard couldn’t retire on Palaven. I’m not sure how long she could even visit it. :(
  • Turians are warm-blooded, being more avian than reptile, but they are not very tolerant of cold temperatures.
  • Despite their avian/reptile biology, they give birth to live young.
  • Turian lifespan is comparable to human life span and roughly doesn’t appear to have much that differs it in length.
  • The facepaint turians wear are clan specific. A tradition from their colonial past that never really died out despite the planet’s unification. The markings are based on design, not colour. There is a saying in turian culture where someone could be described as ‘bare-faced’, referring to a turian who doesn’t wear any clan markings. It translates to being untrustworthy or a ‘smooth talker’. It also also a slang word for politicians.
  • Male and females are viewed equally in turian society, both for better and worse.
  • C-Puff spends way too much time reading the in-game codex and my ADD makes me remember useless game trivia with stupid accuracy but I still can’t memorise middle-school level math.

tacticalbuttcheeks  asked:

omg Lori is definitely the coolest but I wanna know more about that cutie Vaamal! <3

Vaamal past Pilot of the Green Lion

Is the tallest and fastest in the squad. Pretty chill for her species having long life spans.

species design a mix of owl/gorilla/sloth. known as one of the most intelligent species. Her home planet is covered in extremely huge thick forests (like 70%). So imagine huge skyscrapers buts as trees, which are also used as buildings. The branches and leaves are so vast and thick, that its mostly dark all the time below (gets darker to pitch black as you get closer the ground).

High intelligence, strong curiosity and adventurous, if anyone suggests to check out a mystery, she’s the first to volunteer.

also loves her shorter teammates

just the

most intelligent



  • Jeremy: It's me again. I need someone who can help me be cool. Maybe send me an angel. The nicest angel you have.
  • The Squip: *laughs maniacally*

I’ll keep the souvenir inside, 
It’s just better in my mind.


Whoops it’s midnight time for more Aliens
Tryna work out how their weird backwards bodies work, some evo history, you know, gross stuff like that
Mmm the gorilla-lizard-toad lookin fella on the bottom is a character from my good friend @socknessmonster ’s story tho, coz im helping them write a sweet sci-fi fantasy adventure
They’re a precious sack of meat but is still getting the hang of understanding humanoid facial expressions (how r they supposed to know if you’re happy if you can’t turn bright green and yellow????)

“What? Whatwhatwhat?”

Cas answers the question as though Charlie hasn’t been shrieking at him. “I didn’t say there’s a being called the Doctor who likes to visit England. I just said that Time Lords exist. A fascinating race, Time Lords…”

Cas lets his thought trail off and continues to eat the spaghetti and meatballs Dean made for dinner. Charlie, Sam, and Dean sit frozen, staring, all thoughts of food forgotten. Dean has a forkful of spaghetti halfway to his mouth, which hangs slightly open.

“Time Lords. Are Real.” Charlie says it with a forced calm, but her clenched fists and sparkling eyes give her away.

“Oh yes,” says Cas, still eating his dinner. “I never met one myself, but I’ve observed them from a distance. They look human to your eyes, but of course an angel can spot the difference in their soul at a glance.”

“And the TARDIS?” Charlie asks, the fangirlish excitement creeping back into her voice.

“Well I’ve never seen one that looks like a police box, if that’s what you’re asking. But yes, when a Time Lord travels he–or she–generally uses a TARDIS. But they blend in, so you wouldn’t notice one even if you were leaning against it.”

Dean finally snaps out of his frozen shock; his fork falls to his plate with a clatter. “Can we get back to the part where there are aliens on earth sometimes? Walking around and hanging out with humans? And you didn’t tell us?!”

Cas quirks a grin at Dean. “You seemed so sure of yourself every time you said aliens didn’t exist. I didn’t want to burst your bubble.”

Sam bursts out laughing, followed quickly by Charlie. Dean glares, but they only laugh harder.

“Most of the tv show is rubbish, of course.” When Charlie starts to protest Cas quickly amends, “No, Charlie, I don’t mean it’s bad, I mean it’s untrue. Fiction created by the BBC. Daleks, Cybermen, Judoon, Zygons…” With each addition to the list, Charlie’s face falls a bit more.

“But,” he says, raising a hand to bring her back, “They do get something right every once in awhile. I actually met a Sontaran once. Cranky fellow. They really do look like potatoes, although they’re actually quite a bit taller. And,” he pauses, clearly for dramatic effect, “Weeping Angels are real, too.”

Charlie looks like she’s going to faint. Even Sam looks a little green. Dean looks from Cas to Charlie to Sam and back to Cas and asks, “What’s a Weeping Angel?”

“Only the scariest fucking monsters the BBC ever created!” Charlie says. Then she looks confused and says, “Or, great, now don’t know what to think! You’ve destroyed my whole worldview!” To Dean she says, “Weeping Angels are aliens that look like statues when someone is looking at them but can move really really fast when you look away. Or even blink. They don’t usually kill you, they just send you back in time to live until you die. Trust me, it’s much scarier than it sounds.”

“Yeah. Sure,” says Dean. He starts to roll his eyes, then realizes he’s not actually talking about a tv show. He changes to a grimace. “I’m with Charlie. You’ve really messed with my head, Cas.”

“Wait,” says Sam. “How did the BBC find out about Time Lords in the first place? And Weeping Angels and Sontarans? I mean, Doctor Who has been on the air, off and on, for over fifty years, but the Weeping Angels are relatively new. That doesn’t make much sense.”

“No one knows for sure. Anna had lots of theories, though.”

“Anna?” Dean can’t keep the shock out of his voice. “Anna watched Doctor Who?”

“You know how fascinated she was with humans. That included human television. As I was saying, Anna had many theories. My favorite was that a writer fell in love with a Time Lord, traveled with him–or possibly her, there’s no way to tell, really–for a time, and then came back to Earth. The Time Lord left him here with an idea for a television show, and a long list of stories to tell. The Time Lord also agreed to visit the writers of the future, to give them more ideas. But some of the future writers, of course, made things up on their own. Even the original creator didn’t have complete control, that’s why we got the Daleks in the very first season. And that’s how the Weeping Angels didn’t come about until the Tenth Doctor. I don’t know if it’s true, but it’s a good theory.”

Charlie blinks.

“Or maybe the original writer was actually a Time Lord who thought it would be a funny joke.”

Charlie looks like she’s going to faint.

Pulling herself together, she says, “One more thing–for now, anyway, later I’m going to grill you for hours! Cas, do we have to worry about the Weeping Angels?” Charlie’s face flits between terrified and hopeful.

Cas smiles. “Don’t worry, Charlie. The Weeping Angels are no match for actual angels. They have never made it to the surface of the earth.”

Unable to contain herself any longer, Charlie jumps out of her chair. Throwing her arms around Cas, she squeals, “Cas, you’ve made my day. No, you’ve made my century. I’m going to go re-watch every episode of Doctor Who ever made. Twice.” Shrieking with glee, she bounces out of the room.

Sam, smiling sheepishly, stands. “I’m with Charlie,” he says, and follows her toward the tv.

When Sam is out of sight, Dean says, “Okay Cas, level with me. Were you just messing with Charlie?”

Cas grins. “Maybe.”

Dean lets out a breath. “I knew it! I knew there were no aliens. Jesus, Cas, don’t–”

“Maybe,” Cas says again. He winks, then adds, “But maybe not…”

Inktober with the Bunker || Day 27: Creature

“I have no qualms about a female Doctor. I just want to get her pregnant, get a show with her son up and running, then kill her off and focus on her much more powerful male replacement. But just to be clear, no qualms at all.”