or we as in humanity and them meeting each other

Inhumans:

Meet our heroes:The Royal Family of Attilan . The absolute rulers of a dictatorship… .eh kingdom based on racial purity ….. I mean genetic superiority. In this Kingdom anyone who is not genetically gifted enough is put in a lower cast where they are left to rot in subhuman conditions. They are arrogant, unpleasant,spoiled  and we are supposed to love them I guess?

Meet our villain: He is also part of the Royal Family. He is jsut as arrognat as the rest but creepier His grand evil plan is to become King and for this goal he manipulates the people by playing on their fear of humanity and giving them basic rights,,,

The Gifted:

 Meet our heroes: Outcasts who are trying to fight for their survival. They love and support each other and are trying their best to help unfairly persecuted mutants. They are joined by a human family on the run who is having their eyes open to just how corrupt the system they used to believe in is. We can’t help but love and cheer for them

Meet our villains: A unjust system that discriminates against mutants by undermining their ability to find employment, proper healthcare and education. This leads to mutants being much more likely to find themselves in trouble with the law and become hunted by the authorities for crimes that would otherwise be a slap on the wrist for a human

You know what I love, Taylor making people happy. Rather they’ve never met her or met her two or more times. She is a celebrity doing her utmost best as a human. She doesn’t have to, but she does. She meets people, sends them packages, and puts her fans first and there is not another celebrity who does that. So instead of us ripping each other apart we appreciate the fact we have an idol who gives a shit because I don’t know if another one out there.

Humans are space orcs #317

So imagine an alien race with only one gender or who have like really different gender characteristics or something.

First, they have trouble understanding that there are genders, because we look really similar regardless of gender, two arms, two legs, no colour scheme to separate “male” from “female” exclusively.

Second, no matter how many times some humans say there are only two genders, others say there are many. It seems, the aliens conclude, that all humans have their own way of defining how many genders there are, and how these are allowed to interact.

Third, the aliens soon discover that the humans get really awkward if you bring up mating (“fucking”) with another human around. And as we all know, humans are space orcs and nothing seem to faze them, so having found this small weakness, the aliens likes to exploit it and mess with the humans as often as they can.

***

“Officer Toft?”

“Ensign?”

“Are you and officer Alvarez a couple?”

The humans looked at each other. Their faces scrunched together and assumed a colour resembling the mess hall walls. The ensign could barely contain its delight.

“We are both men, ensign. Just because we are the only two humans…”

The human trailed off, blushing harder by the minute and refusing to meet the eyes of its fellow. The other human looked surprised and then a small smile erupted on its face. It reached out its hand and placed it carefully on top of the others knee.

“We are not a couple, but I understand your confusion,” it proclaimed. “I mean, we are usually keeping pretty close.”

The ensign nodded both antennae slowly, not sure where this was going.

The human who had spoke last moved closer to the other. The ensign immediately got a bad feeling. The human put its darker hand on the paler ones jaw and smiled sweetly before leaning in.

The ensign felt all vital fluids drain his extremities. Meeting mouths was highly inappropriate, not to mention unsanitary! Gagging, the alien fled.

The ensign leaned against the wall, weak legged, as its sensitive antennae picked up the scattered conversation between the humans.

“Wha…good for?”

“To mess… mess with them.”

“Oh.”

“Also… anted to kiss you… really long time.”

More noices and the ensign moved away. There was certainly a downside to teasing the humans.

"Humans are Weird" idea???

What if the aliens believe that they are all related to each other, since they are of the same species? Perhaps they think this is true of every species, for example: birds; fish; insects; and so on - under the assumption that ‘They are all of the same genus (or whichever taxonomic rank it is), therefore they must share a common ancestor.’ So, when some of the humans claim that they aren’t related, they get really confused.

- Just imagine two humans meeting back up after a day spent doing their things at opposite ends of the alien ship. They’re hugging, laughing and telling each other about how their day was and what happened that was worth retelling.

- An alien crew member cautiously walks up to them, and they try to hold back their laughter as they listen to them.

- “Are you two siblings?” they ask nervously. The two humans look at each other and chuckle quietly, evidently trying to hold back hysterical laughter but not wanting to seem rude.

- “No, we aren’t,” one eventually manages to say.

- “Oh - cousins, then? Perhaps a few times removed?” the alien tries again, confused.

- “Oh, no, no!” the other human chuckles, slightly flapping their hand as though trying to shoo away the notion. “We aren’t even related!”

- The alien just stands there in shock, mouth slightly agape. Eventually, they swallow dryly and manage to choke out “W-What?! How c-can you not be related?”

- The humans look at each other again and this time they burst into full-on, guffawing laughter. They’re laughing so hard that tears form at the corners of their eyes and they are doubled over, clutching their stomachs.

- “Related? My, if we were all related, we would be very ashamed of family ties to certain people!” one manages between laughs.

- The other wipes their face and exhales deeply to stop making a fool of themselves. “No, most humans aren’t related. The only relations are extended families, and some of those have never interacted with each other at all!”

- “B-But…you’re all of the same species! Don’t you share a common ancestor?” the alien asks, absolutely bewildered at these strange creatures.

- “Eh, who knows? All we know is we evolved from monkey kinda things, or something of the sort.” The human shrugs; the other scratches their head thoughtfully. They chuckle once more, thank the alien for saying hi and walk off to their rooms, leaving the poor thing really questioning its life decisions.

Deepest Darkest Secret

HELLO FRIENDS GET PUMPED I’VE BEEN WORKING ON SOMETHING

This is an eighth year AU, and it’s going to have around 20 chapters. It’s based on this little thing I wrote for FEDA and promised to continue. Also posted on AO3 here

Soulmate AU where you’re born knowing your soulmate’s biggest secret.


Chapter 1. Baz.

My soulmate is the Insidious Humdrum.

I’ve known this since before I was old enough to know what the Insidious Humdrum was. At first I thought I was actually going to fall in love with the Insidious Humdrum, which confused the hell out of me. Is it even human? (Then again, I’m not human, either.) How could I fall in love with a supervillain?

I don’t think anyone in the World of Mages actually understands what the Humdrum is. In the break before eighth year, I sat in on a series of Old Family meetings, each more useless than the last. Some of them are about strategy and the Mage. Fiona keeps insisting that I have to know things about Snow that we can use to our advantage.

‘We avoid each other as much as we can,’ I keep telling her. ‘He fell asleep on his Latin homework at least six times last year. That’s all I’ve got.’

It’s a lie. Fiona’s right; I do know things about Snow. Everyone knows their soulmate’s deepest secret, even if their soulmate doesn’t know it themselves. His future biggest secret is the darkest, most important one, and the one that the least number of people will ever know.

It makes sense that it’s him. I’ve been hopelessly in love with him since fifth year and it already feels like a lifetime. He’s got his fingerprints all over my soul. It has to be him.

Not that I’ll ever admit it to my family. My love, my downfall, my biggest secret. (Bigger than the fact that I’m a vampire, because there are at least three adults who know about that, and I’m never telling anyone about Simon.)

Keep reading

HaW: Child sports

Lets just think about our “normal” childhood, full contact sports and how absolutely insane this is.


Zular stood in front of the ComCenter, aghast over the film the humans were screening. 

“Human Charles?” Zulars voice quivered slightly.

“Zulan, I’ve told you like, a million times, just call me Charles.” The human called Charles responded without removing his ocular orbs from the screen.

“Uh, um, Charles?”

“Yes?”

“This ‘film’ you are playing, these are human young? Yes?”

“Uh, yea man, this is little league football”, Charles turned to Zular with an expression Zular understood to be “excitement”.

“Football? They are not using their feet in this act…”

Charles chuckled, “Well no this is American Football! Its a full contact sport!”

“Full contact?”, Zular had never heard these human terms before. He understood they used the term “full” when they had enough nourishment, but the context did not translate.

“Um, yea it means that the players run into each other at full speeds and tackle, or knock the opponent over to stop the ball from any further movements forward. There are versions of this sport where the players where a belt with fabric hanging on it. That is “flag football” and the player just have to get an opponent’s fabric flags to stop the movement or gain points. But, Zular, where I come from, flag football is for pansies.” Charles seemed pleased to explain this to Zular. Zular did not understand the context again…Zular understood “pansies” are a type of non-toxic earth flower.

Charles continued, “The best, toughest players play full contact football. You run towards your opponent and push into them as hard as you can, so the game stops for a bit.”

Zular felt his chest tighten in an alarming way, yet he pressed forward. He had an undeniable urge to understand the ways of the humans on the ship. He began again, “You stated these where your human offspring?”

“Yep! Where I come from we teach our children sports like this at a young age. It helps them learn to work as a team, and if they are particularly talented, colleges will pay for them to go to schools and play the sports at the same time.”

“And these offspring, they are how many Earth years of age?”

“Oh these tykes are 6 or 7 years old.”

“SIX OR SEVEN EARTH YEARS?!?!?”

“Um….yes, Zul”

“YOU ALLOW YOUNG THIS FRAGILE AND SMALL TO PHYSICALLY HURT ANOTHER?”

“Well Zular. Yes. But injuries are very rare, at least serious ones are. And we are required to have a Emergency Medical Team on scene at all the games to see to any injuries as soon as possible.”

“You..you have fully trained medical staff ON SCENE at these events??!?”

“Yes…..But really, injuries are rare. Worst I ever saw was a kid with a broken shin bone! That was gnarly. His bone was sticking out of his skin, but that was a high school aged kid, they hit a lot harder then, they are closer to adult sizing.”

“So…Human Charles”

“Just Charles, Zular.”

“Yes, Charles. You allow your young to run at each other, push or “tackle” the other younglings down, at this very tender age, for the sake of?? What exactly?”

“Well. It’s tradition. And it’s fun. The kids love it. They usually end up making friends that last them for years. Heck my buddy Joe and I met in little league! We still send each other Coms from time to time and meet up when we get leave for a game when we can”, Charles said with a grin. A gesture that Zular had been thought, shows human amusement. 

“But Charles….You encourage your young to hurt one another. And this film shows the sires and dams of the children…cheering? Are they cheering the young on to hit them harder???” Zulars face drained color at the thought of sires and dams encouraging their young to hurt one another like gladiators in a pit.

Charles doubled over, the sound Zular knew to be human “laughter” bellowing from the strange creature. Thought his chuckles, Charles stated “Zular…Ahahaha….Man…HAHAHA….I saw two of the kids SIRES fighting over the referee throwing a flag on one child’s unsportsmanlike behavior. Their dads met out in the middle of the field and just proceeded to beat the pure dog shit out of each other. Coach had to call the deputy sheriffs out their to keep them apart. It took 4 other parents, including the church pastor to break them up.”

Zular stood back, unsure if he wanted to find out what “flag”, “unsportsmanlike”, or a “pastor” was. For that matter, Zular was unaware that humans where made of “dog shit”, his human manual advised humans are carbon based lifeforms with most of their body being made of “water”. Humans are terrifying…they encourage childhood violence in the name for tradition and “friends”, then the adults fight when they are unhappy with the results. Zular felt the need to advise the Captain of the new intel on their human shipmates, they should update the manuals…



Humans are weird man, let’s pit our underdeveloped children against one another in a physically demanding sport and hope they can go to college on that alone in 12 years.

vld s4 ep4: The Voltron Show!

Okay everyone, let’s think. In this episode, the crazy Coran gave each of the paladins a different persona. I think what the writers were actually trying to do was show us each character and their stereotype and try to convey that they’re more than just that.

Let’s start with Lance. He gets the persona of “Loverboy Lance,” which seems to fit him and he says is perfect himself. However, we all know that Lance is more than just the flirty one on the team. He is so much more than that. He’s the glue that holds the team together and has his own insecurities and fears, as well as dreams and hopes.

Next is Science Whiz Pidge. Sure, she’s smart and truly is a science whiz, but she’s more than that. She’s a caring sister and loving daughter. Her loyalty to her family is unbreakable and reaches out far across the stars. She’d travel to the edge of the universe and back for her family if she had to. She’s a warrior and a fierce fighter, she’s smart and decisive, but she’s also still just a kid. Pidge has fears just like anyone else.

Next is Lone Wolf Keith. Many times in the show he’s been called a Lone Wolf, but in reality, it’s his own insecurities and childhood trauma that keep him from connecting with others easily. He doesn’t want to be alone and he craves deeper connection with his teammates. He’s more than a loner. He’s a friend, probably the best friend a person could have once you dig underneath the icy exterior. Not to mention, I think it’s significant that they had Allura play Keith like this, since we’ve all been a bit upset about her development since her paladin vlog. It seems that we’ve reached a mutual conclusion that she just doesn’t like to make things about herself, that she’s guarded. This was just a reminder that she’s there, with her own flourishing personality, and she’s growing and learning.

Next is Humorous Hunk. This one speaks for itself I think. Hunk is not just the comedic relief of the show. He’s not just food jokes and fat jokes. He’s so much more than just laughs. He’s smart, he’s talented, he’s brave. He seems so anxious but when it comes to protecting his friends, he’s extremely courageous and nothing can get in his way. He’s loyal and loving and compassionate. He’s got a sharp mind and skillful hands. Hunk’s amazing and we can’t forget that.

Last is Shiro the Hero. He’s indeed a hero, but if you think about it, he’s really just a superior officer who got sent on a mission and got his life ruined by the Galra. He’s strong and a valiant leader, yes, but he also has weaknesses alongside his strengths. He has PTSD that affects him often, and anxiety about the time he spent as a prisoner. He’s more than just the flashy, confident leader of Voltron. He’s a man. He’s only human, and he has faults. Shiro’s often held up to this impossible high standard that we can’t actually expect him to meet, not realistically. He’s stressed. He’s doing his best, but he’s under pressure and is handling it the best way he can. He’s far from perfect.

I think that we were given these personas of the paladins to be reminded that each character is more than just their stereotype. They are more than how we initially saw them in the very beginning. We’re assured that each character is growing and learning alongside each other. It’s harmful to continue holding them back from their full potential when they can all become something more, so much more. Season 4 may not have been the best season, but I appreciate that DreamWorks and the writers put this in and I’m impressed with how well it played out in that episode. I’m excited to see where they take this as the series continues, and how the characters continue to grow as people.

This episode was really solid and beautiful. I totally loved the scene where Charioce thinking about Onyx Captains words. Because as a King, as a comrades who were with each other for so long thinking about your soldiers word is thing that i truly respect. Maybe he thought he cant fail them. There are thing that he has to fulfill and Captain reminded him that. There are so many things in his mind that he has to process something like how to achieve his goal before he dies? How to handle the events? How to talk with Nina? What kind of thing he should say?  How to not to betray his own soldiers faith?

Also this one was pretty interesting. Even though he dont want to attend the party, he has to fulfill his duty as a King. This was small thing, but if we look at it more, it feels like it has more to it. Butler is saying something like: I know you dont want to, but for upcoming war you have to attend it, because it will be use later. We can may speculate that events are held because it is important but not because Charioce wanted them to have a happy party.

Also we know that Charioce never danced since his childhood. But he never danced with any other person in the ball, like think about all those events that he held but never dance. I wonder why hever wanted to dance, maybe it is because he never interested in it.  He maybe always just there statue called “King”. For people he is not human being but a thing that give them what they want.

Dance was beautiful. Most importantly visual and sound but what about their feelings? I wonder Charioce think about “This will be the last time, this will be our last dance and then goodbye”. Nina wanted to dance with Charioce, they both did. But it wasnt the right time them to dance. Also im hoping for another dance, dance that they really wanted from their heart. 

Also before he said “We cannot see each other again”. Charioce really sounded angry, because he himself said that he will meet and talk with Nina again, but unfortunately Nina showed up herself. This wasnt the meet that he promised and talk that he promised. Especially Charioce never said he dont want to see Nina again, but he said they cannot meet again. I have a duties to fulfill as a King, and i have no time for playing around.

To be honest i know that it is sad but it is quite important. Nina is still in the process of trying to understand and embrace Charioce’s sides. But if she is gonna see his gentle side all time, how can she know about his cruel sides? How can she know his true face underneath the mask? How can she embrace his both cruel and gentle sides?

I know my Nina is still child, but she has to learn to bear all of this. Otherwise she cant help him nor her comrades. Also characters expressions are everything that i love for. It is small yet tell so many things. Especially Charioce’s expressions during their talk.

You can see that Charioce is sad too but he had to do this otherwise everything will be in vain. I cant agree with guys who was thinking that Charioce’s character ruined due to fall in love because he forgot his goal now. It was pretty obvious that he wont, also gonna hold his love for Nina but cant have her. It is sad but this was a choice he had to make, all that has to happen is that Nina to understand him.  Charioce is trying to protect the one he loves also his pride as a King.

Meet the Family

Requested by @thedracaryslady ! Modern AU :) I hope that you enjoy! 

“I feel like I should apologize now for anything my siblings might do. I’ve told them to be on their best behavior but…I don’t think some of them know what that means.”

She placed a hand on his forearm, squeezing gently until he looked at her. “I don’t care, Jon. I’m sure they’re all wonderful and I’ll love them. I have siblings too, you know.”

Jon wanted to say there was a difference between having siblings that were around your age versus siblings that were significantly older. “As long as you’re sure…”

“Believe me, I’m sure. I can’t wait to meet your family.” His parents (and his siblings) had been pestering him incessantly to bring Dany home ever since they started dating. He suspected at least part of it had to do with the fact that they didn’t really believe he actually had a girlfriend. And finally he’d caved. He just hoped it hadn’t been the wrong idea. 

“They might ask you if I’m just paying you to act like my girlfriend for tonight.”

She kissed him gently, putting an end to his fears. “Then I’ll just have to tell them how wrong they are.” 

They got out of the car and headed towards the front door; he could feel rather than see her taking in the house. It was quite a house, especially to someone seeing it for the first time; it had been in the family for generations, set far back on a long driveway with carved stone wolves looking down on them from the roof. But it had always felt like home, for as long as he could remember. “It looks worse than it is.”

“Impressive.” 

“Well, it’s home.” He dug the keys out of his pocket and opened the front door-where two of the family dogs, Nymeria and Shaggydog, tried to jump on them. “Down!” It took a while, but the dogs finally ran back into the living room-while the other four watched from a distance, heads cocked curiously. “Don’t mind them. They’re just excited.”

“That’s a lot of dogs.”

“One for each of us. Although it’s a bit overwhelming sometimes, I’ll give you that.” 

He heard footsteps in the hall just before Arya came skidding into the entryway, Bran close at her heels. “Wow. I honestly thought you were just kidding about her.”

He rolled his eyes. “Arya, meet Daenerys. Daenerys, this is my youngest sister Arya and my…second youngest brother, Bran.”

Dany smiled at both of them. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you both.”

Brain tilted his head and Jon braced himself. Technically speaking, Bran was eleven and should have known better but he still liked to make spot on observations and usually ended up embarrassing someone. “She’s really pretty, Jon.”

Dany laughed. “Well, thank you.”

Arya didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure you’re not in trouble? Blink twice if we need to call the police.”

“Arya-” It was the long suffering voice of an older sibling, but Arya seemed to get the hint and backed down. 

“Just kidding. It’s nice to meet you. Jon doesn’t bring girls home a lot.”

“So that means that if he brought you home he must really like you,” Bran said with a smile. Jon felt like he was going to spontaneously combust from embarrassment. 

“Yes, we really like each other. Would you mind letting us go inside now? Has she passed the human test?”

Arya shrugged. “Come on,” she said, leading them deeper into the house. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Jon dropped back to talk to Dany as the two kids led the way. “Sorry about them.”

Dany grinned. “Don’t worry. They’re cute.” 

“Don’t let Arya hear you say that. She’s ‘tough’.”

Robb and Rickon were in the den playing video games-but Robb paused the game as soon as he saw them. Robb knew Dany, of course; they all went to the same school, so it would be hard to miss her-but it was strange seeing him in a place that wasn’t school-it felt like his worlds were colliding and he was powerless to stop them. 

Which, he supposed, was the point. 

“Dany, you know Robb, and this is Rickon.”

Rickon wasn’t smiling. “Jon, Robb’s cheating.”

“How’s he cheating?”

“He keeps using the better guys!” Rickon was only seven and never won at video games, so he always believed that the older and better players were conspiring against him. 

“It’s UFC-aren’t they all good characters?”

“He won’t teach me how to do this one move.”

“Because Mom would kill me if I did,” Robb said. He nodded to Dany. “How’s it going?”

“I’m fine, thanks-”

“I’m trying to get her through dinner without her being driven away by all of you,” Jon said pointedly. 

Robb grinned. “Well, you don’t have to worry about me.” He turned to Rickon. “So what do you think about Dany?”

“She’s nice. Arya was wrong, though. She’s real. Dany, do you play UFC?”

“Maybe some other time, okay?” Robb turned back to the game. “Let’s leave the two lovebirds in peace.” 

“Robb has the right idea,” Jon said as he turned right down another hallway. “He hasn’t brought his girlfriend home yet. I don’t think he’s ever going to.” 

The door to Sansa’s room opened as they walked past and she nearly collided with him. He caught a glimpse of her room-light pink walls (she hadn’t repainted since she was six), and more posters of boy bands than she cared to admit-before the door closed behind her. When she saw Dany, her eyes lit up. “Hey Dany.” The two had always gotten on well because they were both new to the high school-although Sansa was a freshman and Dany was an upper classman who was new to the city. “I hope Bran and Arya didn’t scare you off.”

“So far she’s still here-and I’m out of siblings.” Thank God. 

“Mom said dinner was ready, didn’t she? I’m starved.”

“We’re heading that way ourselves.”

She smirked. “I wouldn’t want to spoil your special time together. See you at dinner, Dany.” She brushed past them, opening her iPhone and texting so rapidly her fingers were flying over the keyboard. 

“Sorry about that,” Jon said. “They mean well, but-”

“They’re adorable. Really. I love them. I’ve always kind of wanted younger siblings myself-”

“No you don’t. You think you do, but then when you actually get them you wish you were an only child.” 

“Well, they didn’t scare me off. You know I love you, whatever your family is like…right? You didn’t judge me based on my brother.”

He couldn’t help grimacing at the memory. Dany’s older brother Viserys had been less than pleasant the one time he’d gone over to her house for dinner. “Right.”

By the time they reached the dining room all of his other siblings had already arrived, cramming around the old dining table that had been in the family for centuries. His mother loved cooking for guests and today was no exception; the table was loaded down with food (all of Dany’s favorites; she’d called ahead to check). 

Luckily, two seats were open at the end of the table. 

They exchanged pleasantries with Catelyn and Ned. Jon noticed that Dany seemed a little nervous around them, though she didn’t need to be; they’d listened to all of his stories about Dany and had grown to love her almost as much as he did. 

Maybe Catelyn would never like him, but she had no qualms about liking his girlfriend. And that was good enough for him. He was used to it by now anyway. 

The meal went surprisingly well. After the initial teasing, the kids actually acted mature around Dany. They talked about everything-school, travel, future plans (Jon and Dany had decided to attend colleges in the same city, a few hours away). Of course there were a couple of times when Jon had to look down so he didn’t blush, but they were few and far between. 

When the meal was over and he had to drive Dany home, Catelyn made her promise to come over again soon-and Dany agreed with no reluctance. 

“Well, that went better than I thought it would,” Jon said as they got on the highway. 

Dany sighed, leaning her head back against the car’s headrest. “I love your family.”

“Well, you’re welcome to share if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Jon. I had a wonderful time tonight.” 

“Yeah. Me too.” 


After he dropped Dany off and they kissed goodnight he drove home in silence. As soon as he got home Arya ran to meet him-and followed him upstairs as he sat on his bed and tried to work on his calculus homework. “See? We know how to behave ourselves.” 

“When you want to.”

“Exactly. But she’s nice and she makes you happy…I see why she’s with you. She’s good for you. You weren’t moody once tonight.”

“I’m not-”

“You are. You really are.” She turned to leave, but he called her back. 

“Arya? Thanks for tonight.”

She grinned. “You’re welcome, Jon. We’re not that awful, you know.”

“Oh believe me-I’m aware.” 

Modern AUs are so cute! 

I write Jonerys fics! Prompts are open here although I’m taking a few days to catch up on old ones. 

If we wanna talk about another “humans are the weird aliens” thing I wanna bring up communication. Like, yes, we have hundreds of languages many of them very unique and even ones that sound the same have words that are drastically different, but then you have everything else.

Some humans gesture to others as greeting, yeah waving is common but I have a friend I give the middle finger to every time we meet. Then we high five. It’s ritual. Some people make ridiculous disgusted faces at each other, some make weird displays with arms, some literally punch one another.

And the trends of calling close friends by inherent insults, the ones you have a mutual trust with that that’s okay. And not even to mention just noises. I know I’m not the only one who can communicate pretty much every mood with my roommate only through different toned throat grumbles and whines. Then there’s backwards stuff like pretending, convincingly, to complain about things you’re excited about, or get excited over things you are dreading. Sarcasm.

I’m just saying, even if aliens were able to flawlessly learn to read and speak our language, they’d still fall so flat and get so confused so fast.

3

(Requested by thelittlewolfpup)

You’d been best friends with Paul as long as you could remember, ever since you were little kids and you and Bella used to visit Charlie in the summer. To say he wasn’t pleased when he started morphing into a giant wolf and found out that you were Jasper’s mate would be the understatement of the century. 

He went fucking mental.

Then again to say Jasper was happy with you hanging around with “one of those oversized fleabags” wasn’t entirely correct either. Jasper was in fact, completely not okay with that situation. Especially since it was well known that Paul was the most unstable of the bunch. 

He went batshit crazy.

You’d spent some time watching the whole Edward/Bella/Jacob scenario play out however, and that just wasn’t something you felt like being involved in. So with your superior sneaking skills and by generally being a devious little shit you’d managed to get them both to agree to meet you at the bowling alley in Port Angeles. 

Yeah, when they walked in to find each other there, they weren’t pleased. 

“What the hell is this Y/N?” Paul growled, stalking over to the lane as you set up the score board. “You think I want to spend time with this leech?”

“Darlin’ for once in my life I truly agree with the mutt. Why are we both here?” 

Turning and crossing your arms over your chest you stared them both down as they stood toe to toe ignoring the wondering looks from the other humans in the bowling alley. 

“Stop this right now!” You snapped. “Both of you.” 

Fixing them with the harshest glare you could muster you continued in a calmer tone as the humans turned away. “I’ve seen this play out before, the whole Edward/Bella/Jacob bullshit and I don’t need any more of that crap in my life so you want to have your little male pissing contest fine. You want to have your little supernatural male pissing contest fine. You want to prove who’s the best, most controlled species fine. We’ll do that while we’re bowling.” 

The men, for their part, just stared at you open mouthed. “Bowling?” Paul asked. 

“Bowling?” Jasper repeated equally vexed. 

“Yes bowling.” You snapped. “And then Saturday we’re going to play laser tag. Wednesday we’re going to go dirt-bike riding. Hell we can even set up a werewolf/vampire baseball match if there’s a storm coming.” You swallowed before continuing in the most confident tone you could muster. “But pissing matches aside you are going to get on. We will be doing things together. I will continue to date Jasper.” You shot a challenging look to Paul who didn’t respond although he looked to be biting his tongue. “I will continue to hang out with Paul.” Jasper didn’t respond either although he did grind his teeth. “And we will all continue to hang out together until you get along. I am not Bella, I will not put up with the crap she does. Either you both get along or I’m done with both of you. Is that clear?” 

Jasper responded immediately. “Yes Ma’am.” Sometimes his past really did help you out a lot. 

“Paul?” You asked, voice hard. 

“Sure.” He sounded pretty put out but at least he agreed. 

“Good. I’ll bowl first.” Picking up the ball and striding towards the alley you didn’t miss the quips they threw at each other. 

“I bowl well. I’m so going to kick your cold, dead ass.” 

“Bring it on mutt.” 

Progress. You chanted in your head. It’s progress.

anonymous asked:

Sniper is actually more hygienic then people think he is especially in public (gotta be professional for potential clients). He also makes miniature wood carvings as a hobby that he learned from his dad.

YES!! YES!!

I never understood why people always saw Sniper as being filthy. He is a man that can get dirty and can go without showers for weeks on end.

But he is a clean man. He shaves and in the “Meet the Sniper” video he is seen brushing his teeth. I say this because they could have shown Sniper doing anything but instead they show him brushing his teeth. He has short hair, his out fit looks neat and tidy. Snipers default look has him with his red top tucked into his pants. He keeps himself clean and presentably, it ties in to being professional.

Appearance is so important, you can never make a first impression twice and we as humans tend to judge each other before others even open their mouths. Sniper needs to give off vibes that he can get the job done, that he has “a plan to kill everybody” he meets.

As a side note Sniper van would be clean, living in small areas you have to be smart about having everything thing you need and where it goes. You don’t have the luxury of having a messy living space.


On to the second part of you headcanon. Hell yeah, I love the idea of him making miniature wood carvings.

He makes them as birthday presents for the mercs, every team member at least has five. When the team starts to have children he gives the wood carvings as a gift. The kids love it, using them as dolls.

Once Snipers parents passed away he stopped making them for sometime. Making them reminded him to much of his dad.

The first one he makes when he picks up the hobby again is one of his father. He then creates two more to leave at his parents graves.

TMNT Wish List

As many of us already know TMNT 2012 is ending soon. Apparently the last episodes of the show will take place 50 years in the future, which means a lot of time has passed and many things must have happened (good or bad).
This is a list of what I personally want to happen or questions that I want answered before the show ends.
Feel free to make your own list as well! 

- In the 50 years episodes are the turtles going to be known as “The Turtles Warriors” like Renet called them in season 3? 

- Humans knowing of the turtles existence. Renet said that people will know that the turtles exist soon, but when? 

- Will Chompy be all grown up in 50 years and be the size of Tokka? 

- Donnie and April being a couple. I want them to end up being to together. 

- Donnie turning Timothy aka The Pulverizer back into a human. He’s been a mutant for too long!

- Leo gets kissed by Karai. He’s the only turtle that hasn’t been kissed by his love interest. Leo deserves some love!

- Ramona babies! (I know it might not happen but a girl can dream)

- Mona Lisa with the Mighty Mutanimals. I’m curious to see how she and the other members of the team would interact.

- Renet and Shinigami meet and interact. I don’t want them fighting for Mikey or anything stupid like that. I just want them to meet each other and maybe become friends.

- Will we see ANY of the Turtles as parents? Or can we at least see Apriltello, Ramona, and Leoari married?

- Personally I want Mikey to end up with Renet (Sorry to any Shinianglo shippers, but I don’t see any chemistry between those two)

- If Leo and Karai don’t end up together then I want KaraiXShinigami to happen!!!!

- In the ending of Earth’s Last Stand we see Fugitoid’s head turn on. Does that mean he will come back??? or no?…

- WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO PIGEON PETE?!?!?!?!

- I would like some more answers on what happened to April’s mom or did the writers forget about that?

That’s all I got! If I think of anymore I will make a part 2!

anonymous asked:

Can I just ask, who the hell is Miryam and Drakon?

OMG SO MIRYAM AND DRAKON ARE MY FAV SO YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON. I would honestly read a whole book series on them.

So,

Miryam was a half fae half human slave who was given to Drakon (a super sexy prince yeah boi get it) as a wedding present. The ‘gift’ was so barbaric that Dralon was like ‘yeah nah mate’ and decided not to get married to the evil woman and set Miryam free. It should be noted that none of this was in Prythian, it was across the sea or whatever. So Miryam leaves on her merry way and runs into Oh Shit Jurian and they start a torrid love affair. The war starts blah blah blah and Drakon has the best aerial force in existence (better/rivalling the Illyrians) and both Drakon and Jurian are fighting for the humans. Now Lil’ Drakon the precious bby never forgot about the slave that he freed and actively looked for her only to find that she was with Jurian. Now while Jurian was off scheming against Amarantha and her sister Clythia, Drakon and Miryam became the Best Of Friends™ and fell in love. Miryam left Jurian and happily moved on with the LOVE OF HER GODDAMN LIFE / MATE DRAKON. They were also friends with Rhys and the crew *swoon*.  Things get a little less clear after this because we’re yet to fill in the gaps in ACOTAR but I am 100% certain that we will meet them both in ACOWAR and all will be explained. 

So Jurian killed Clythia and the war ended and it was said that Miryam and Drakon died at sea. HoWeVEr, what really happened was they went to live on some happy island where they all make rainbow cakes and be happy and humans and fae coexist in perfect harmony. Miryam was gifted with ‘long life’ (i.e. she became immortal) but unlike Feyre, she didn’t get a new body she just got immortality. So now her and her Prince can live out their immortal lives loving each other in peace because everyone thinks they’re dead so they’ll literally never be bothered by Hybern again. 

They still have one hell of an army though, which is why Cass and whatnot think that they may have to call on them if war arrives. Also, Jurian has a sneaky sneak idea that they are both alive, and I don’t think he ever stopped loving Miryam. 

There you have it, a summary of Miryam and Drakon (my two most anticipated characters of ACOWAR)

Roof Top Talks (Peter Parker)

Summary: Ex-couple, Peter Parker and Y/N meet again to figure out what went wrong and why they broke up.

Warnings: Swearing, tw: death briefly mentioned, very angsty

Word Count: 1170

Originally posted by clutterbucky


There was only Peter, me and the stars; alone with the noise of the city below us.

“You know you were my first love.” I whisper as he tangles our fingers together whilst gazing upon the night sky.

The two of us were in our spot on our apartment complex making the most of our last summer nights together trying to gain some closure before we let each other go for good. After dating the other for three years in high school, many expected us to last, hell even we thought we would make it. Now we are just two people united because of our past and separated by our future, trying to piece together what went wrong. In the end the boy chasing the girl of his dreams finally caught her, but eventually she slipped right through his fingers. Together it was supposed to be us against the world, but the fates decided that we were meant to carry the weight alone. Peter was my boy-next-door, but we weren’t any cliché. I wasn’t his bad-girl and Peter wasn’t my good-boy, we didn’t have labels or anything, we just had each other.

Keep reading

5

ABO Magazine: Chris Argent

How the Hunter became the Hunted: ABO Magazine sits down with the CEO of Argent Arms, Chris Argent, to discuss his life as a Hunter in a family of Wolves.

Interview below the cut (Words: 1791):

Keep reading

Meet the New Mods!

Six mods run this prayer request blog (not counting Avery, who runs the main queerly-christian blog).

Anyone is welcome to send in any prayer requests you have here, on any topic, any time; please send non-prayer asks to the main blog

Mini bios are below:

Mod El:

I am in my early 20s, queer (they/them), disabled and from the UK. My personal blog is hunterinabrowncoat, and I applied to mod on this blog to serve others who are in need of prayer, and hope that doing so will deepen my relationship with God.

I come from an Evangelical background, and have been to Apostolic and Vineyard churches, but I wouldn’t ascribe my faith or my relationship to God to any particular denomination aside from Protestant, as it (along with my understanding and experience of different denominations) is constantly evolving.

I don’t possess any training or formal education in theology or church history, but I am passionate about prayer, and about finding new wasy to engage with and reach people. As I find it difficult to get out of the hosue a lot and currently haven’t settled in a church where I am, I feel serving as a Mod is something I can do to serve others in a new way.

My faith has been evolving and growing, and in recent years has been deeply challenged as many things I grew up believing have been uprooted, and figuring out what I believe about myself, the world, the church and God seems to be constantly changing and growing. Accepting my queerness and allowing it to change me and what I understand has been scary, but sometimes you have to start again to keep going.


Mod Frank:

Hi, I’m Mod Frank! My personal blog is @bowieboosh. I’m non-denominational, and come from a mixed denomination background. I’m a bi trans man who uses he/him pronouns. I’m hoping to read philosophy and theology at university next year, and I’m currently writing a paper on Anselm’s theory of atonement to boost my application 😄


Mod Heidi:

Hi! I’m 18 years old, lesbian, and a cisgender girl (she/her pronouns, please!) I am currently a student at Dallas Baptist University where I am studying English with a focus in education. I’m in a long-distance relationship with my girlfriend, who is also Christian. You can read more about me on my personal blog.


Mod Melissa:

Hello everyone!  My name is Melissa, I’m a cisgender female (she/her), and I’m biromantic asexual.  I’ve been raised Catholic and still attend Catholic Mass weekly, although that’s something I may be reconsidering because of their tendency to be anti-LGBTA+ (but that’s a discussion for another time).   Anyway, I’m looking forward to being a part of this blog and sharing in faith with you all!


Mod Shay:

Hello, my name is Matthew Seamus but you can all call me Mod Shay. I come from an Episcopal raised background and currently label myself as Anglo-Catholic. Growing up I was shown that being LGBT+ and religious
were not mutually exclusive and that everybody can be Christian. That
being Christian goes beyond identity and labels but is a radical love
to your brothers, sisters, and siblings on this Earth. In the past my
mother and I have struggled with substance abuse, poverty, and death
in my family yet my mother never let that stop her from helping those
in need. That is why I’m here, to help people who are in need. Through
advice, resources, or simple prayer. We are all only human, and by
being human we need each other to grow.

Religious Blog: episocpalmystic


Mod Zachary: 

Hello everyone! My name is Zachary I am 22 years old, and I go to a non-denominational church that my family actually helps run. In terms of gender and orientation, I am agender (I go by they/them) and asexual. I applied to be moderator to help those who are hurting, and I hope to be able to aid us through this walk with Christ in any way I can. 

mostly unbeta’d witches!lance & allura with their familiars!shiro & keith + this was suppose to be a ficlet but it ran away from me

i’m sorry if the ending is awkward and abrupt and just w e i r d

—————————

Okay, so maybe the media was right, and Lance just happened to be an outlier when it came to familiars.

With a soft, fond smile on his face, Lance watched as Shiro slept soundly in his dog form, side flank raising and falling slowly in time with his deep breaths and body stretched out. His eyes were drawn to the black ball of fluff curled up on his familiar’s side, tucked securely within itself. His mind started to wander down Memory Avenue, but was stopped by Allura returning from her kitchen with two mugs in her hands. He shifted his focus from their familiar to her, grinning as she settled down next to him before handing him a mug, which he took gratefully.

“God, I love your tea,” Lance gushed after chancing a sip, sighing blissfully afterwards.

Keep reading