oh the things that i've done


fantastic beast characters + text posts (pt 2)


Number One, you served with Burnham aboard the Shenzhou. What is your assessment of her abilities?

dairy-o  asked:

I adore ur blog? I subscribed to notifications just so I don't miss any of your voltron headcanons

i?? oh my god thank you???

  • *allura voice* “what do you mean humans need to sleep every night”
  • some people actually find hunk intimidating when they first meet him
    • listen. he looks like he can bench press a school bus???
    • but then they talk to him and they’re like ah. he’s a gentle creature
    • lance never had this problem, he met hunk and was immediately like “aw heck yeah i just won the best friend lottery
  • lance: “so i heard you like bad boys ;)” alien: “not really” lance: “oh thank god”
  • on average, shiro spends 50% of his day looking for lance or keith
  • pidge doesn’t show coran earth tech anymore because he always smiles condescendingly at her and calls it “cute”
  • they’ve got planet-specific memes
    • “how dare you make me look at this with my own four eye spheres”
    • instead of “who are you and what have you done with [insert paladin here]” it’s now “hunk get me a jellyfish i think we’ve got a case of mind-swishing here”
    • “lion goddess” makes consistent comebacks
  • hunk: “keith i don’t think that’s a good idea-” pidge: “no no wait let him do it, i wanna see where this goes”

Translating is hard work. Even with pretty simple translations there can be unexpected difficulties if one of the languages has some funny special rules that apply to everyday life like honorifics and proper address, or words with multiple meanings so instead of asking what time it is you’ll end up asking for a potato. A professional translator can deal with this, of course. But for someone who just knows two pretty different languages, translating even something simple suddenly takes time and ends up getting pretty confusing for everyone involved.

And that leads us to ALIENS!

I think we’ve all read one scifi story or another where an alien is explaining some kind of concept that their species has - it might be related to their Special Sense or something else, but they always conveniently manage to put it in words that the character (and the reader) understand. This makes sense from a storytelling viewpoint, because we’re telling the story to human readers/listeners/viewers who need to understand what’s going on and why.

But it might be fun if the character is teamed up with an alien who gets so confused and/or worked up about some trivial translation that it gets turned into this big whole mysterious deal.

Human: “So, what’s this word mean, ‘thnguwe’?”

Alien: “Thnguwe has… special meaning for our people. It refers to a person’s ability to… form a meaningful connection with another of our kind, and our… entire society is built according to the… concept of thnguwe.”

Human: “How profound! Your civilization has much to teach us!”

Alien #2: “It means ‘talking’. Thnguwe means talking.”

Alien #1: “Oh, talking! I forgot what that word was in human language!”


Useful posts on how to write comments for fanfics - [here] & [here]

On a personal note. I’ve met wonderful people throughout fandoms and by leaving comments. I’ve made great friends, some even on comment sections, as we shared our enthusiasm for the same story. 

People who like the same ships often hold similar character traits and life experiences; they’re people who would get you. The bonds in fandoms only strengthen when people meet other people as humans - and there are fantastic humans waiting to meet you. 

Leave a comment. :)

((Methodology For Data Collected

For this, I’ve used AO3, currently the most popular fanfiction website. 

I’ve taken the first ranked story in each ship, completed, rated by kudos - since bookmarks on AO3 can be set to private so the counters don’t reflect the real numbers - to reflect the stories that had the most positive feedback in their category.

For the comments, I’ve (falsely and intentionally) assumed the numbers represented are singular comments from singular, different users (tipping the scales in favor of the commenters). For Destiel, Johnlock and Spirk I had to pick the second story by kudos, since for the first the deviation error (assuming the author haven’t replied and there aren’t discussion threads included in the comments) was far too high for the ratio to be accurate, and my initial assumption couldn’t be applied. My apologies to the authors. 

The data was collected on May 2nd , 2016.))


always // panic! at the disco

  • Lance, finally back home: Oh my god I missed you all so much you won't believe the things I've done!
  • Mama McClain: Like what?
  • Lance, suddenly realizing that he fought in a war killed hundreds of people nearly died in the cold void of space like a million times and got trapped/kidnapped on the regular: So there was this space mall,

happygothe-epic-posts  asked:

May I have mini toddler baby galra keef and the dad's of mamora?? Please???

All your guys prompts are so good. I’m running into the problem that I have too many ideas for them xD So I’m slowly but surely getting through them! Hope you enjoy this :3

Also I went with baby baby Keith, sorry >.<

“What are you doing?” Thace gaped from the doorway. He had never seen his leader like this.

Kolivan’s ear twitched, but otherwise he ignored him. He grabbed a blanket maneuvering it so it wove in and out of the other blankets in the pile, hiding the floor from view. There were several shirts in the pile, as well as pillows. Kolivan tucked them in places, pausing in thought before changing things up.

He finally glanced at Thace, “I’m making a nest.”

“Yes, I can see that, but why.” He stepped into the room, stopping a bit away from the nest. He didn’t want to intrude without permission.

Kolivan snorted, grabbing a shirt and tucking part of it under a pillow. “If you knew, why did you ask?”

Thace frowned. He hated when Kolivan was like this. He had spent too much time with Antok, and it showed. “Just answer my other question.”

Kolivan sat back on his knees, looking at Thace with a small, but knowing frown. “You know very little about raising kits.”

Oh. Thace felt tension invade his body as he turned and looked over at the side of the room. Antok was sitting there, crossed legged, carefully running a clawed hand through the soft, dark locks of the newest addition to the Blade. Said addition chose that moment to yawn loudly, hair, ears, twitching. He looked over, as if he knew that he was being discussed.

Grey eyes looked directly at him, and Thace froze. Kolivan had been right, Thace had never interacted with a kit before. He knew nothing of what they offered, what they could or couldn’t do. He should’ve joined Ulaz in his research, but instead he was here, feeling as if this kit, this child, was peering into his soul.

After a moment small, chubby hands reached out, a mix of noises, chirps and coos, falling from the kit’s lips. Thace heard Kolivan snort again.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Antok said, smirk overtaking his features. “Would you really deny a kit?”

Thace slowly walked over, whole body tense. One wrong move and he might spook the kit. Anxiety bit away at his mind, and his limbs felt heavy. What if he scared him? Even worse, what if he hurt him? Thace had no idea how kits were to be held, what noises were to be made, or how to handle a small cry.

What was he getting himself into?

Before he knew it he was standing before Antok, the kit making increasingly more urgent chirps. He stood there, still as a column. Antok sighed, lifting the kit up, and moving him towards Thace’s chest. His arms came out on instinct, cradling the child when Antok pulled away.

“Keith, right?” Thace asked. Keith chirped again, and Thace didn’t fight the low purr that escaped his throat.

Antok nodded, leaning back as he watched Thace, “It was the name he was given by his sire.”

Thace brought a hand up, supporting Keith’s small body with his arm. He knew that he liked it when people rubbed behind his ears, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the same applied to Keith. He rubbed at the spot, careful to make sure his claws did not scratch. Keith wiggled a moment before letting out a soft purr, eyes falling shut.

“You’re a natural,” Kolivan said from the nest, prompting Thace to turn. “Now, bring him over. He needs to get used to the nest.”

Thace would never say it to Kolivan’s face, but it almost seemed that he was jealous that Thace had all of Keith’s attention.

Cross Posted On AO3

Rhysand's Bright Idea
  • Rhysand: As High Lord, I think it's important that my inner circle is close-knit and each member can depend on each other.
  • Mor: Okay, that sounds reasonable.
  • Amren: Just wait.
  • Rhysand: So to bring us closer together, we will be doing a series of trust falls.
  • Cassian: Okay, that's it. I'm out. *gets up to leave*
  • Rhysand: Sit back down. EVERYONE WILL BE PARTICIPATING.
  • Cassian: *sits back down* Fine but this is the stupidest thing I've ever done. And that's saying something.
  • Feyre: This is pretty ridiculous Cassian, but I doubt this tops your list.
  • Azriel: Oh, I know for a fact he's done way worse than this.
  • Cassian: *rolls eyes* Let's just get this over with.
  • Amren: I'll go first and catch you Rhys.
  • Rhysand: Thank you, at least SOMEONE *pointed look at Cassian* is seeing the value in this.
  • Mor: Good for you Amren, because I really don't
  • Amren: *stands behind Rhysand*
  • Rhysand: *leans back and falls*
  • Amren: *steps aside and lets Rhysand fall on the floor*
  • Amren: *steps over Rhysand and looks him in the eyes*
  • Feyre & Mor: *laughing in the background*
  • Cassian: Now can we leave?
  • Rhysand: *sighs* You're all dismissed.
Things I've done/said while writing

• “Oh my God this is taking too long, just shut up and get to the fucking place already.”

• Forgets I have the power to make the characters get to the fucking place already

• Constantly checks word count to see if I’ve written as much or more than I had for the last chapter

• Opens doc and rereads to remember what I was planning to write and can never remember what I was planning to write

• Opens doc and immediately closes it

• Looks over already published chapters for inspiration and feel part of my soul die when I see it’s ridden with typos

• Dad: “What are you working on?” Me: “..A story?” Dad: “Oh! When do you plan on letting me read it?” Me: “I’m lying, I’m talking to a friend.”

• Panics after I’ve closed the doc without saving, forgetting that I use Google Docs

• Forgets how to spell the word ‘wet’

• “Can I say a character tied her hair into a ponytail? Are ponytails in fantasy settings still ponytails?”

• “Why can’t I just write this part already? I really want to write this part.”

• “How many times can I mention this story to my friends before I get them to read it or make them annoyed by it?”

• Looks up definition of a word several times just to make sure it means what I think it means


Ghostbusters! (x)