its a ghost thing

Humans are Weird: Spices

Alien: Today in my “Human Studies” book, I’m reading about human foods.

Human: Ooh, cool.

Alien: But I’m not sure this is accurate. It says here that humans purposely ingest a plant high in a pain-causing chemical, capsaicin.

Human: Oh, peppers? Yeah. Spicy.

Alien: But why would you want to eat something that causes you pain?

Human: Some people like the burn. I think it causes the same sort of reaction as drinking alcohol…?

Alien: That activity doesn’t make sense to me either. Can we discuss it after?

Human: Sure.

Alien: So, these “peppers.” Do you enjoy eating them?

Human: Me? Well, not by themselves. But I do like somewhat spicy foods. My brother, though, he likes them much hotter. He’s eaten some really spicy peppers, even ate a ghost pepper by itself.

Alien: Ghost pepper.

Human: Yeah, it’s the spiciest natural pepper. His face got pretty red, and he got the hiccups.

Alien: That… doesn’t sound like a healthy reaction.

Human: It just means that it’s a really spicy pepper. I mean, if I ate one of those, it might kill me, but he was fine.

Alien. Why would it kill you?

Human: Too spicy. You have to have a tolerance for capsaicin or it can literally kill you. And the ghost pepper is so hot that to handle it, you gotta wear gloves.

Alien: Your planet has plants that can KILL people, and which you can’t handle directly, and your brother ATE ONE, by ITSELF??

Human: Yeah.

Alien: …

Human: He says that when he gets desensitized to ghost pepper, he wants a Carolina Reaper.

Alien: I’m almost afraid to ask.

Human: …

Alien: What’s a Carolina Reaper?

Human: A pepper scientifically engineered for spiciness. It’s currently the world’s hottest pepper.

Alien: *stares at human in disbelief*

Alien: *stares at human studies book*

Alien: *stares at human again*

Alien: *whispers to self* How… how are humans real?

things with sharp edges & bullets in nazis, swearing by pushkin & tolstoy & trotsky, armor & arrows & black widow stings,these are a few of my favorite things

aint-nothing-but-a-drifter  asked:

Hey Bucky! I love reading about your perspective on life. I was wondering, have you bonded with Tony over non-consensual body modifications? And, has he/does he help out at all with the technical support of your arm?

tony and i have talked about our super fun experiences with becoming cyborgs, yes, and i guess we bonded? honestly though tony and i spend a lot of time geeking out about science and engineering. im nowhere near his level but when hes stumbled across something that really gets him excited he likes to share it with anyone who will listen and im one of the few people in the tower who is genuinely interested in that stuff. bruce is too but is interests are more focused. so often tony will just burst into whatever room im hanging out in and begin ranting about whatever neat science thing has happened. often he is still smoking from whatever explosion he just accidentally set off. 

tony and i mostly bond over cars. both of us are car nerds–or gearheads, if you wanna be picky about it–and we spend a lot of time working on the cars tony already has or just chatting about cars in general. natasha joins us a lot too, believe it or not. she has strong opinions about cars, both as accessories for her various covers, and as getaway vehicles. eventually i think it just kinda turned into an actual interest in cars. so she and tony and i argue cars a lot, because the rest of the avengers couldnt care less. clint drives an ancient pickup truck that is probably more bullet holes than steel, thor is half convinced that every car is gonna hit him (to be fair to thor, hes been hit by cars a lot) bruce just drives whatever, and steve seems to think that cars are some sort of range weapon. 

tony does do my arm maintenance. last time my arm broke it was because he summoned the iron man armor across the city while i was stuffing the insides full of glitter. it broke all of my metal fingers. tony fixed them all except my middle finger, which is currently stuck in flipping-off position. doesnt bother me much though because i do that a lot anyway 

underappreciated musicals:

  • ghost quartet
  • preludes
  • hadestown
  • hero, a song from ghost quartet but is so good it deserves a spot
  • dave malloy musicals (like ghost quartet)
  • murder ballad
  • hey speaking of murder ballads
  • ghost quartet has some of those

i just wanted to say that i fully believe in ghosts, aliens, and magic

i believe that tarot cards can show the future

i believe in some superstitions 

i believe some dreams can be prophetic 

i believe spells/curses/hexes are real and can work

and i dont talk about it much because a)it’s been made to seem like a joke b)i was repeatedly told by some family members that it’s not real/fake c)it’s something i truly believe in and it’s a huge part of my life and the last thing i want is more people to personally tell me that it’s all in my head

1. omgg thank you so so much ;; it means a lot that you want to read it til the end even though it only just started. hope you’ll continue to like it <3

2. yep i think it will break hearts a little?? 💔 i want to say it’s going to be cute as hell but it would be a lie (please don’t let my art style fool you) … the kinda direction it’ll go:

3. thank you!! a while back i gave a longer explanation here

but to make it short, a nightmare brought the characters to me, even though that sounds weird but it’s really what happened  🌷 i dreamed of them and many other weird things (i drowned so often i tell u) while i was on more medication. my memories of these dreams are still so vivid, it would be a waste not to use them, and that’s what inspired me for many of the scenes that are yet to come

anonymous asked:

In favourite characthers ... IS THAT FUKASE?

you don’t know how much I love him 100/10 would fukase again and you better believe I drew this in self indulgence

I’ll Be Around For You

The chapter title says it all, kiddos… buckle those angst seatbelts, and then buckle another one, and another one. You’re gonna need them for this wild ride! (Wanna read the beginning of the series?) 

PART EIGHT: The Reynolds Pamphlet  


“I don’t believe it, Angie. I just don’t. These people are only out to slander him.” Eliza was sitting in the formal living room of their new apartment in New York. Her sister, Angelica, had finally returned from London.

Philip and his sister, Angelica, were crouched in the hallway, trying and failing to hide behind a decorative table. John Laurens was hovering above them, arms crossed, eyes worried.

He knew what Eliza and Angelica were talking about, and he also knew it was true.

Alexander Hamilton was many things, and a complete and absolute idiot was one of them.

Speak of the devil–– the front door opened. Angie and Philip scrambled around the corner. John stayed where he was and watched Alexander walk, or, more accurately, drag himself, into the apartment. In his hands was a pamphlet. This wasn’t usual for a man who never stopped reading, but John knew.

He knew because he’d watched Alexander spend many restless nights in his office, pacing, deliberating, writing, burning paper, writing more, and finally finishing what was probably the worst mistake of his life.

The most painful moment for Laurens was when his Hamilton sighed, then let out a sad laugh as he scanned over the final version of his pamphlet. “The only person who could convince me not to do this is no longer here,” he said.

John screamed at him, he begged him not to do it. Told him over and over again that this was the worst idea he’d ever had.

Alexander, of course, could not hear him.

“John,” Philip hissed. “Yo, John.” He beckoned Laurens over to where he and Angie were hiding.

Even though Angelica couldn’t see him, she was the only sibling who accepted, without a doubt or a funny look on her face, that John was real. Whether this was because she actually believed it or because she loved her brother so much, Laurens wasn’t sure. But, either way, they formed a nice trio, even if one-third of it couldn’t see the other third.

“Do you know what they’re talking about? And why Pops looks so distraught?”

John didn’t want to tell him. He couldn’t. Philip idolized his father, even if he did resent him a little bit for being away so often. He still idolized him, though, because he knew his father was off doing amazing and honorable things. He was making their country stronger.

John had heard Alexander whisper to Philip, then still a baby, I’ll bleed and fight for you. I’ll make it right for you.

He wondered where that Alexander had gone. He wondered if he’d walked right out of his life as soon as Maria Reynolds walked in.


The three of them quieted as Alexander’s shaky voice sounded from the other room.

“My love, I need to tell you something.”

John didn’t like to think about what he heard next. He hated the way Eliza sobbed upon hearing the news, the way she begged him not to distributed that pamphlet.

The way she sobbed harder when he told her it was already too late.

The way Angelica screamed at Alexander, cursed him out, told him that he wasn’t anywhere near deserving of her sister or the family they’d built together.

Philip looked up at John, his eyes wide, tears gathering in them. Angelica was already pressed against her brother, shaking as soft sobs racked her body. John doubted she truly understood what was happening, but he knew she would soon. Philip, on the other hand–– Philip knew.

“How could he?” Philip whispered. “How could he do this to us?”

Angelica continued sobbing.

John shook his head, the memory of anger flooding him. “He’s the stupidest man I know,” John said.

“I thought you loved him?” Philip asked, sparing John a teary glance.

“I do, I do.” John agreed. “But I hate him right now. I hate him more than I ever thought possible.” He looked down at Philip and Angie.

“Let’s get you both into the other room,” John suggested.

Philip nodded, lifting his sister up with him. John followed the two children into the other room, wondering if anything, anything at all, would be able to make this family whole again.


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