What if humans are the only species that gets "mystery" bruises? How weird would it be to aliens that we can sustain an injury that leaves a mark lasting days or sometimes weeks but don't remember how we got it?
I love it!
Humans are already terrifying enough, but then it gets injuries like contusions (which is deadly to several species mind you!) and it doESN’T EVEN KNOW WHY?!?!?!?
At first the interspecies council thinks it’s a joke. Yes, it has already been established that a human just plain won’t die (with very few exceptions, like decapitation) and contusions aren’t that dangerous for most species. That it’d be unsuccessful at killing a human wasn’t surprising, but that they some times don’t even know how they’ve gotten the contusion? No that has to be a joke.
It’s ruled as another myth until a member of the council travels with a ship with a few human crew-members. Trofaxiq the Elder had taken a stroll around the ship a few days into the voyage when he heard two humans talking.
“Maybe you walked into something?” The tall, highly pigmented one said, inspecting something on the slightly shorter, less pigmented one.
“Yeah, you know I’m clumsy, but the position’s weird, isn’t it?” The shorter one said, looking down at their own appendage.
“So maybe you got it in your sleep?” The tall one suggested as the short one spotted Trofaxiq the Elder and jabbed its appendage into their fellow human’s sternum. A less experienced Froentir would have mistaken it for an attack, but Trofaxiq the Elder knew enough about human behaviour to know it was called a ‘nudge’ and was socially acceptable.
After the normal exchange of greetings and pleasantries, Trofaxiq the Elder eventually asked the humans what they had been discussing. The tall one, Fatima, said the short one,
had gotten a bruise, but couldn’t remember how. Unsure what a bruise was, Trofaxiq the Elder asked, but quickly came to wish they hadn’t as they saw the large contusion on the humans appendage.
Less than one rotation later, the human guide had been updated, and a suggestion had been made to add a classification so they could mark humans down as more dangerous than the previous “extremely dangerous, do not approach in the wild”
The only problem was how useful humans could be to expeditions. In the end, the suggestion wasn’t passed, to the worry of many council members.
I had purchased my first home in a slightly lower class area of town, which is pretty close to an even lower class area of town. (Think slightly ghetto a mile from absolute trailer trash.) I know most of my immediate neighbors, since most of them are pretty loud and I’d rather be friendly with them than have them be my enemy.
Some local kid likes to go around collecting trash in his free time. A real nice kid, does it for really no reason. Whenever I see him, I usually get him a drink, lemonade or soda so he can stay hydrated. (California is hot.) Sometimes I give him a few dollars, I offer the kid $30 a month to mow my lawn 2x a month. So, kid has a gig for small, but consistent income.
The kid takes a lot of pride in his work. He mows the lawn, pulls weeds, moves rocks out of the driveway, and just makes my place look extra nice, even though I don’t even ask him to do any extra work. This guy is great.
This goes on for a few years, kid is now a senior in highschool. Family is not doing so great, dad just lost his main source of income, and mom had accumulated debt which put a lot of stress on their failing marriage. Mom was abusive verbally and sometimes physically to both the kid, and the Father. But the kid keeps on walking, doing work, volunteering and being a real happy, up beat dude.
Despite his troubles at home, the kid starts buying lawn decorations. Mostly small, little gnomes, some decorative rocks, and bird bath, and he decorates my yard. It looks amazing, but I knew he must have spent a lot of his own money on that. I try to reimburse him, and he denies. He won’t take it. I know he needs a car, and I was about to get a newer one for myself, so I gave my mine for free. It really was the least I could do for this guy for everything he has done for me.
A few weeks later, a drunk driver T bones the kid, and he dies on the scene. I was devastated, his parents were devastated, and they soon after got a divorce.
They were fighting over who gets what, and the father discovers that the mother had a drug addiction she had been hiding. Straight out of left field. She wants everything they had, and she lawyers up to fight the battle. Due to the debt the mother had accumulated on the father’s bank account, he had really no money. And nobody knew where she got her money from. As sad as it is, it’s not my affair. Until she sent me a letter claiming that the yard decorations are rightfully hers, and that she will take them “or else”. Now, this is a problem.
I get it, you lost your only child. You’re in a lot of pain as a parent. But you were never a good parent to him. I was closer to him than you, by a long shot. So, I had a meeting with the father, and told him not to worry about the court costs. I decided I was going to fund him in court.
Long story short about their divorce battle, but he wins, and gets to keep everything, and even gets a restraining order on her. He then files for credit card fraud, and puts all the debt on her.
I heard from the father that she was recently arrested for driving while drunk, and was search and has a decent stash of meth on her. She is currently awaiting trial for that, while the father is living a life now relatively stress free. And I got to keep my lawn decorations. RIP Johnathan. You are missed.
Even if we don’t get a Power Rangers sequel, and you saw yourself on that screen for the first time in a blockbuster superhero movie, I don’t care which Ranger you connected with the most. If it was Billy, or Trini, I don’t care which one of them it was. But if they made you feel like you weren’t alone and that people like you could be superheroes I hope you know that I still love you and you’re still valid, and I hope that someday people will care about diversity and representation the way they claim they do.
Clarke stan, worried mother, exasperated mother in law, proud of who Clarke Griffin is until the day she dies, thinks Clarke carries too much on her shoulders, Bellamy is the only one who deserves her baby
Bellamy stan, many sleepless nights, believes in his son, wants to protect Bellamy Blake at all costs, spends most of his time trying to stop bellamy from killing himself while trying to save Clarke
Bellamy and Clarke stan, new to the fandom and already defends Bellarke until his last breath, ready to fight all the antis
Don't even watch the show. Just sees Bellarke on his scrolls through tumblr and know exactly what's going on
Doesn't ship anything/multishipper, can't deny Bellamy and Clarke love each other even if spends most of her time yelling at them
Unproblematic, will fight no one, fandom cupcake
Hey can you please write a hc about Isak hiding his face by hugging Even cause he's embarrassed ? Thx !!
isak has a hard time letting go when he’s dancing, he remains pretty stiff, mostly just bobs his head to the music. it’s just. it’s not fun, it’s something he’d force himself to do at parties, dancing with girls and trying to play and look cool. and the thing is that he doesn’t really dance at parties since he’s with even, because even would never force him to, and it’s been a while since he’s cared about what people think of him, about looking cool
but the thing is that even wants to dance with isak. even loves to dance, he’ll often put on a song while they’re in their room or in the kitchen and just start dancing and singing along. and one day isak is sitting on the couch under even’s loft bed, his notes on his lap, and even puts on fy faen by hkeem and he starts dancing, smiling wide at isak. and isak keeps looking down at his notes, pretends not to smile, but then even comes and grabs his hand and tells him “baby come on” and isak frees his hand from even’s hold, tells him “i’m studying” and even shakes his head but keeps moving to the rhythm of the song, tells him “you’ve been studying all afternoon”. and he grabs isak’s hand and pulls harder, lifting him up, isak’s notes falling to the ground, isak ending up pretty much pressed against even
and even puts his arms around isak’s neck, whispers “hey you,” and isak can’t help but smile a little at that. but he’s still not really moving, not letting himself go, and then the song is ending and he shrugs, says “oh well, that’s too bad!” and he leans in to kiss even, expecting him to stop dancing, but the song just starts again. and even breathes out a laughter, says “i put it on repeat” and isak whines, tells even “i’m so bad at this”. and even shakes his head, whispers “you’re so good at this, you just need to let go. no one’s watching us, just move with me” and as he says that, his hands go down to his hips, and he starts making isak move the same way he is, and isak finally. starts moving by himself and even’s hands are simply placed on his hips, not guiding him anymore, just as a way to feel closer to him. it’s nice, moving together and kissing each other and smiling into the kisses. it’s fun and sexy and warm and even thinks to himself that he could do this all day long, that dancing alone is nice, but it’s nothing compared to dancing with isak
that is until even’s mom opens the door of his room, letting him know that diner was ready. and isak freezes, eyes wide, and mouths “oh my god”. and even chuckles, says “oops”. isak remains motionless, speechless for a few seconds until he lets out a little wail, buries his face against his shoulder, and he starts mumbling all sorts of things, from “i can’t believe your mom saw us dancing like that” to “this was the worst idea ever” to “i’m never dancing ever again. nope, nope, never again in my entire life”. and even simply wraps his arms around him, trying not to laugh, telling him “you’re totally dancing with me again, baby, tomorrow you’ll be dancing with me”
they’re at a party the next day. and fy faen starts playing again, and even looks at isak wtih a grin, and isak just mouths “no”, but then even is asking sana, whom isak was hanging out with, “do you mind if i borrow him for a bit?” and sana raises an eyebrow, but her and even share a knowing smile. and isak lets out a sigh, and he actually takes even’s hand. and even kisses him softly before they start dancing, like they were yesterday, same movements, same song, and feeling like they alone in this room. and isak looks into even’s eyes and even thinks that what he loves the most about this moment is not the fact that he gets to be so close to isak and dance with him, but rather the fact that isak really seems to enjoy himself. because that spark in isak’s eyes is one of his favourite sights in the world. and when isak buries his face in his neck, he doesn’t do it because he’s embarrassed this time. he simply breathes even in, smiles against his skin
“Did any of the
flour get into the bowl?” Baz mused as Simon dumped another cup of the powder
on the countertop, dropping a ball of dough on top and sending a cloud of flour
drifting across the kitchen.
“Shut up,” Simon
grinned, gingerly biting the leftover dough off of his fingers. “Do you think we put in enough cherries?”
“We already did
double what the recipe called for.”
“I know, but I
want there to be cherries -”
“In every bite,”
Baz finished, smiling fondly at Simon concentrating on the dough, his brow
furrowing involuntarily. Baz loved that
furrow. That furrow was only one of
countless things Baz loved about Simon.
Simon turned to
meet his eye, and Baz quickly dropped his gaze to the flour-covered counter. Baz loved Simon’s eyes too much to even be
able to look at them. It was like trying
to stare at the sun; he had to look away after a second, but the image was
still there, stuck behind his own eyes, burnt onto his retinas.
Oblivious little fuck.
“Should I roll it
thinner?” Simon asked, snapping Baz out of his thoughts. Not that it mattered, the thoughts would
carry on, like subtitles in his brain, impossible to ignore.
“It looks fine,”
Baz shook his head. “I wonder though,
should we add something to them? Like
peppermint extract or something?”
“Why would we do
“They are meant to be for a Christmas party…”
“So we’ll make
Christmas cookies next,” Simon shrugged, “I’m not going to change the scones,
they’re perfect as they are.”
Baz got an
idea. “How about we cut them with
laughed. “The scones?”
They dipped their
cookie cutters in the inch-thick layer of flour that covered the counter and cut
their scones into Christmas trees and gingerbread men. They worked in silence, side by side, Baz
trying to hide the bristling that occurred whenever he was close to Simon. He still found it hard to believe that after
all these years of being friends and spending time together, Simon had still
never seemed to notice the effect he had on Baz.
They both reached
into the flour bowl at the same time, their hands brushing. It shouldn’t have made Baz blush, it wasn’t
like they never touched each other, but Baz couldn’t help the fact that every
touch felt like an electric shock, like it made his neck crawl.
The second their
hands brushed, Baz fought the urge to snatch his back. He wasn’t expecting Simon to do the
Baz peeked at
Simon’s face. The boy was staring down
at the dough, but his eyes were wide and his cheeks were…
Don’t overthink it, he told himself.
You mean nothing to him, not like
But there was
that tiny voice inside somewhere that kept him hoping. What if
“Ready for the
oven then?” Simon broke the silence, a little loudly for such a simple
question, especially with Baz right beside him.
replied, trying to sound light, and they transferred the dough onto the pan,
sliding it into the oven and setting the timer.
Baz brushed the flour dust off his hands and turned back to Simon. “Now we wait.”
Simon had an odd
expression on his face. He stared sort
of… past Baz, like he was so lost in thought that he was seeing the things he
was thinking, and they were happening right behind Baz. “What shall we do in the meantime?” Simon
watched Simon’s face, puzzled. “We could
start to clean up, I guess.”
narrowed. “We could, yeah.”
“Did you have
something else in mind?”
eyes met Baz’s, too quickly for Baz to look away. He returned the gaze as coolly as he could,
feeling more and more exposed with every second that dragged by. “Something wrong?” he managed, his mouth dry.
murmured, not looking away. “Nothing’s
wrong. In fact, something’s right. Everything’s right.” He took a deep breath. “Everything is… making sense.”
Simon took a step
towards Baz, then another. His gaze was
so intense that Baz instinctively backed up, finding that he had nowhere to go,
he was already backed against the counter.
“Simon,” he stammered, “what are you doing?”
cocked his head up at Baz, now only inches away. “There’s flour on your face.” He reached a hand up to brush his thumb
across Baz’s cheek, so softly that it felt like a butterfly’s touch. Baz could hear his heart pounding in his ears,
louder and louder and…
And then Simon
And Baz’s heart
Because Simon was
kissing him. Shyly. On the mouth.
scrunched shut, and he went so tense that his stomach almost felt sick.
away from Baz’s mouth. When Baz opened
his eyes, Simon’s face was red, and his brow was furrowed again. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.
Baz had to take a
couple of breaths before he found his voice.
Simon’s eyes were
blurring up. “I thought I’d figured it
out,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.
“I thought that you wanted… that.
I guess not.”
“Did… did you want that?”
his eyes shut, and a tear dripped from one of them. “It doesn’t matter.”
rushed to dry the tear from Simon’s cheek, not even thinking about the
gesture. “I need to know.”
For once, it was
Simon who couldn’t meet Baz’s eyes. “Yes,
alright? I wanted it, but clearly you
didn’t, so let’s just forget it happened and carry on.” His voice was hitching as he fought back
tears, his breath becoming ragged.
Baz didn’t know
it was possible for a heart to be broken and mended at the exact same time, but
while Simon’s tears tore him apart, he felt light as air, practically
giddy. Without letting himself think
about it, he leaned down and kissed the tear off of Simon’s face, letting his
lips linger a second longer than they needed to. He felt Simon’s shuddering stop in
surprise. When he met Simon’s eyes,
neither of them looked away. “Wait,”
Simon breathed, “did you want that?”
Baz could barely
whisper the words “God, yes” before he was crashing into Simon’s mouth
again. This time there was no
hesitation, no stiffness, just a lifetime of wanting coming to a head.
tasted of cherries and the salty sweetness of the dough he’d been sneaking the
entire time. Baz’s hands went from Simon’s
face to his hair, one hand exploring the back of Simon’s neck. Simon gave Baz’s chest a push, and before
either of them knew what was happening, Baz was sitting on the countertop,
Simon straddling his lap and kissing him so deeply that Baz thought he might
faint. Simon’s hands cupped Baz’s face,
still pushing him back until Baz was leaning his head against the cupboards,
the cold wood the only thing giving him any sense of direction. His world was nothing but Simon, and he
couldn’t hold back a moan as Simon angled his head and opened Baz’s mouth with
It wasn’t until
much later, when they finally broke apart, dizzy and gasping for breath, that
they realized they’d sat in the flour.
Did you see the tweet where Dan basically said that the lesson we learned was that we don't need to know everything because savage Like I'm still reeling from that tweet (But you know what good for him like letting his audience know that there's still boundaries even though he is more open)
that tweet gave me such mixed emotions. on the one hand, yes of course. the importance of privacy and boundaries between their personal lives and what they share with the internet has always been such a vital part of dnp’s approach to their careers in the public eye. and honestly most of the time i wish they were more open and straightforward about how much that distinction matters to them instead of trying to sugarcoat and make like they just want to be our friends. but at the same time i fucking hate the tone of that reply specifically in the context of this bahamas debacle bc dan literally invited the scrutiny about this particular bout of travel. he quite literally designed tweets to confuse people about his whereabouts and then voluntarily shared his flight info and passport details after that, all of it done knowingly, with full confidence that it would drive people to the extremes of speculation and ‘detective work’ trying to piece together a rational explanation for why he was apparently in two places at once that day. idkkkk man, like pretty much any other time i’d be fine w him talking about how much privacy matters to him and phil and state the very obvious point that the audience doesn’t need to know everything about their lives, but it rly rubs me the wrong way to hear him say that in this context when he literally did this for a laugh, so that ppl would have fun w speculating what he was up to lmao. jst strikes me as being super fucking patronizing
hey !! what about a shout-out to all of the non-mutuals. those of you who didn’t get a follow back for whatever reason but who still decided to stick around to have us on your dash. we see you over there, every time you like or reblog our posts & we always appreciate your support of us, mun & muse alike. so this one goes out to you ——because you’re super rad !!
Have you done a top 5 Tanaka yet? I feel like he doesn't get enough attention. I don't even mean shipping etc, just he actually does a lot for his team mates on and off court but doesn't get the same recognition the others do!
Oh my dear, you’re so right! In the fandom it’s almost impossible to find a person who doesn’t love Tanaka, but at the same time there’s not so much content about him…let’s fix this! :D other than specific moments, this is gonna be a Top 5 reasons why everyone should love Tanaka (more)
1. Because he’s the most supportive.We see this since the very beginning, Tanaka woke up I don’t even know how early to let Hinata and Kageyama, people who he didn’t even know, practice together in the gym before the others got there. Or when he was ready to pay with his own money to get them to the training camp and literally begged his sisters to help him. No matter how hash his ways are sometimes, how much he yells, screams, gets frustrated over his underclassmen, he’s always the first to cheer for and with them, to motivate them and gets SO MAD when people start doubting themselves (*cough* Ennoshita *cough*). He would die in every way possible for them and this warms my heart so much.
2. Because he’s an adorable dork. His funny faces are legendary and he’s the character that makes me laugh the most. He’s so extra and dramatic about everything and his every appearance add at least 10 years to our life span
3. Because he’ll fight everyone for his team. He even teamed up with Tsukki to sass Yahaba and Kindaichi (iconic), he’s ready to get in a fight every time someone tries to get close to Kiyoko, he scolds his juniors every time they don’t respect Daichi or when they’re not supportive with each other…he’s that friend that if he hears someone talk shit about you he’ll literally scare them to the point of making them cry blood…that’s my boy, and I’m really proud
4. Because he has all the qualities of an ace. Let’s not forget that Tanaka is a regular in the Karasuno starting line and he’s a damn good spiker and the one who’s destined to take Asahi’s place on court. So he’s not only yells and funny faces, the boy truly is talented, powerful and fierce as fuck
5. Because….he looks good with a banana. (I’m still so ??? about this moment but I’m not in the position to disagree)
Bottom line, the world needs more people like Tanaka Ryuunosuke and we all should love and appreciate his presence more, and more, and more. He’s so important :’)
- Bonus: the Haiku, this sums him up really well. He really is the best senpai a kouhai could ask for <3
I don't even know how to react every time I see the gif of their boxes packed my heart skips a beat this is so domestic? good? wholesome? it's so good for them I jus wanna cry a little
so i wasn’t really surprised during most of that video but 10:32-10:39 really got to me..? moving theories were smth a lot of people believed in for a very long time and although we had a lot of good plausible evidence, nothing was concrete and people still had doubt. but now.. seeing their apartment literally reduced to cardboard boxes? after years of practically living inside that apartment with them due to how familiar we were with every nook and cranny of it? after months of speculating that we may have to imminently familiarize ourselves with an entirely new place? it feels like god slapping me in the face.. it doesn’t feel real..