like a facehugger

Today, I fucked up... by saving my husband

I once thought my husband was falling out of bed, so I grabbed him tenderly, cuddled into him and sweetly said “It’s okay darling, I’ve got you…”

That’s what half-asleep-me thought I was doing, anyway. In reality, I threw my palm onto his face like the Facehugger alien and screamed incoherently into his ear.

Also, he wasn’t falling out of bed.

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Creature Appreciation: Facehugger

With Alien Covenant out, and by suggestion from @theload I decided that the first of these will be about a well known but often undermentioned creature: the facehugger.

The facehugger of Alien fame is known to pretty much everyone with a passing interest in horror, and to plenty without, as it, along with the xenomorph itself, have been thoroughly integrated into pop culture. Bizarre, spidery creatures that latch onto your face and deposit baby xenomorphs, or possibly some kind of variant of the Black Goo from Prometheus, into your body, at which point they merely…shrivel up and die.

Facehuggers are both a significantly smaller threat than their xenomorph offspring, but at the same time, without them there isn’t really a threat of xenomorphs at all! It’s an interesting relationship, as the facehuggers themselves can’t directly kill you, and are impossible to even remove without killing their victim. If they can’t have that body then no one can, but once they do have the body, everyone else is doomed. Of course, they are merely the delivery system for the xenomorph lifecycle, themselves birthed from a Queen.

The design of the facehuggers are rather grotesque on their own, pale little things with spindly legs that they use to run around with a surprising speed, and a tail that they use to wrap around the victims throat. Then there’s their “face,” the part of them, the part they stick down your throat to lay their eggs. Of course, Alien being one big metaphor for rape, it’s obvious what exactly this looks like.

The facehuggers may not be the scariest part of the xenomorph’s lifecycle, but its best not to underestimate them. After all, one slip up is all it takes. And then you have to deal with the xenomorph itself…or die in their birth.

Today, I fucked up by saving my husband.

I once thought my husband was falling out of bed, so I grabbed him tenderly, cuddled into him and sweetly said “It’s okay darling, I’ve got you…”

That’s what half-asleep-me thought I was doing, anyway. In reality, I threw my palm onto his face like the Facehugger alien and screamed incoherently into his ear.

Also, he wasn’t falling out of bed.

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anonymous asked:

Star and Marco's relationship once they're married: I once thought my husband was falling out of bed, so I grabbed him tenderly, cuddled into him and sweetly said “It’s okay darling, I’ve got you…” That’s what half-asleep-me thought I was doing, anyway. In reality, I threw my palm onto his face like the Facehugger alien and screamed incoherently into his ear. Also, he wasn’t falling out of bed.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: >> I once thought my husband was falling out of bed, so I grabbed him tenderly, cuddled into him and sweetly said It’s okay darling, I’ve got you… That’s what half-asleep-me thought I was doing, anyway. In reality, I threw my palm onto his face like the Facehugger alien and screamed incoherently into his ear. Also, he wasn’t falling out of bed. << with Shaw being the 'husband'

Shaw was awakened with a strike to the face and a scream. She tried to stop herself from falling off of the bed, but couldn’t find anything to grab on to. She landed with a thud on the wooden floor. 

On reflex, she grabbed her gun out from under the bed and jumped up ready to shoot who hit her. 

But a brief scan of the room only showed one person besides herself. 

Root rolled onto her back, sheets falling around her waist, and mumbled, “Saved you.”

“What?” Shaw quipped and touched her nose to see if it was bleeding.

Root slowly opened her eyes, “Sameen? What’s happening?” She pushed up off of the bed and reached for her gun that was under her side of the bed.

Shaw shook her head and put the gun back, “Nothing apparently. You just punched me in the face while you were sleeping.”

“What?” Root rubbed one of her eyes with her gun in hand. 

“Nevermind,” Shaw flopped back onto the bed, “Just…go to sleep.”

“Did you fall off of the bed?” Root slapped her gun back on the velcro it had been stuck to. 

Shaw rolled on her side facing away from Root, “Go to sleep, Root.”