should probably send help

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)


“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.

“Lance!”

“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”

“Um…okay.”

Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.

“Lance-”

“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”

“No-”

“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”

“Anytime.”

grey's anatomy sentence meme ( various seasons. )
  • " you're my person. "
  • " i am a hormone casserole! "
  • " i don't know how it happened, but i don't have anyone. "
  • " isn't that the most ridiculous piece of crap you've ever heard? "
  • " the only time i don't feel like a ghost is when you look at me. "
  • " how would you feel if she called your penis angry or snide? "
  • " they're my family. "
  • " we are not better. "
  • " the two of us are going to be serving slushies at the multiplex. "
  • " don't look at me like that, like you've seen me naked. "
  • " do i have sex hair? "
  • " just put one foot in front of the other, just get through the day. "
  • " you're dying inside, aren't you? "
  • " you can't replace her, nobody can. "
  • " sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, they just can't love you back in the same way. "
  • " apparently i lost you. "
  • " i was raised to be a good man in a storm. "
  • " i never understood squat about who you are. and now i do, and i don't like it. "
  • " are you upset with me? "
  • " life without you terrifies me. "
  • " it's you, i need you, and you're the only thing i will ever need. "
  • " take your hand off my boob. "
  • " because, it's what jesus, would freaking do! "
  • " you got your second chance, just don't screw it up. "
  • " in your dreams evil spawn! "
  • " what? you've never did anything crazy for love?"
  • " take off your pants. "
  • " you walk away? that's all i get? "
  • " i always screw myself out of everything good. "
  • " he/she's the one, and i wish he/she wasn't. "
  • " it kills you, doesn't it? "
  • " i'm going to become a lesbian. "
  • " please don't chase me anymore, not unless you're ready to catch me. "
  • " you can have the worst crap happen to you and you can get over it, all you gotta do is survive. "
  • " i would notice if you were missing... i would notice. "
  • " slow down, slow down.... shh. "
  • " here, take it easy. "
  • " i don't wanna be alone. "
  • " that's it? you're just gonna leave too? "
  • " i have nothing left. "
  • " i'm so tired. "
  • " i don't know what's wrong with me. "
  • " i don't feel anything. "
  • " my point is, i have a dog. "
  • " i'm miserable without he/she/you. "
  • " why are you whispering? "
  • " i'd really like to try your method of "healing with love." "
  • " you did good. "
  • " i need you alive because you're my person. "
  • " promise me you won't die because that would be the worst break up ever. "
  • " i'm still in love with you. i tried not to be, but it didn't work. "
  • " you want me to kick his/her ass? "
  • " thirty second dance party! "

#yoda can shove his entire gimer stick up his ass#and mace too#this is a traumatized child who has suffered#who is ALONE#who was forced to leave his mother behind in slavery#who has only known the harshness of slave life on a desert planet#HOW DARE THEY!!!!!!!#this child deserves compassion and guidance not scrutiny and criticism#i will burn down the jedi order myself#star wars#anakin skywalker

- @asokatanos

Okay not to be that person, but didn’t we establish that mace and yodo might enjoy that? Aren’t you trying to punish them, @asokatanos?

Percilot Jurassic AU nonsense

((So secondarysushicorps and I have been rambling more about this Jurassic AU and because I didn’t want Lance to be dead we just kept him alive. This is inspired by those conversations))


“What do you mean he’s on the wrong island?”

Merlin tried not to sigh at the question. “I’m saying that your beta took your entire raptor pack to go deal with the Indominus Rex and wound up on Isle Sorna. We lost contact with him just before they landed, but Lancelot is a damn good pilot and resourceful. I’m fairly certain he’s fine.”

“Isla Nublar has an entire theme park on it. How do you even–” Percival cut himself off, knowing the answer. James. So he changed his tirade to something that he could actually get an answer about. “Why did you let my pack leave without their alpha?”

“You and Gamma were unreachable, and we’re talking about the Indominus here. A hybrid pieced together by Dr. Valentine himself. He won’t give up any information about her, other than the fact that he nicknamed her Gazelle. Not to mention from recent missions I’m beginning to think your pack sees the two of you as a mated alpha pair, rather than him as your beta. You know as well as I that your pack will follow his orders. Now then, we were able to get Galahad to Isla Nublar with the remnants of his pack, as well as Roxy with her pack. We’re calling it the final test for her and Eggsy. They’ll manage, I need you to focus on rescuing your pack.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hey I wanted to say that I love your blog and the sorts of things you post. What other sciency/biology/ethology type blogs would you recommend?

Thank you love!
Some of my favourite Ethology/Biology/science-y blogs in no particular order…

markscherz - Herpetologist. Specializes in Malagasy herps. The words Uroplatus and Tolkien are his bat signals. Beware of puns.

koryos
 - Fellow Ethology blog. They are also a pretty awesome writer so check that out.

theolduvaigorge - Biology, Anthropology, Archaeology, Primatology. Awesome articles from a wide range of topics, plus she has some of the best commentary on this site.

theladygoogle - Primatology, Bioarchaeology, and a wicked sense of humor.

xiphoidprocess - Anthropology, and fellow DC-ite (DC-er? ugh. What do we even call ourselves?) whose love of bones and disdain for the meat suits which surround them just makes me all kinds of happy. 

anthrocentric - Primatology, Anthropology, and Psychology. We have a mutual crush on Frans de Waal. If that’s not a glowing recommendation about a person I don’t know what is.

sapiens-sapiens - Conservation biologist with a love of primates and all things nerd culture. She is good people.

oosik - Field work, Anthropology, conservation, animal remains, and adventures in obscenely cold places. He makes me want to see a moose in the wild… even if I’m not made for cold conditions.

drkrislynn - Paleoanthropology and percussion… plus the occasional magic trick. One day I’ll get my drums back out and we’ll have a science tumblr jam session. 

hyacynthus - Biologist / Herpetologist. Assists Mark in torturing me with fantastically adorable pictures of the Mandarin Rat Snake known as Lemon. 

It’s getting rather late here so I’m gonna call it. You should know that this is by no means a complete list. These are just the people I thought of off the top of my head. For a more complete list check out this +500 Science Blogs to Follow page.
I hope this helps!

Drunken Adventures of Saoirse and Taeto: The Invention of Skydiving

This is a very long post and I’m so sorry about that, but it’s one continuous story with a few funny interactions.
The Party:
Saoirse an Arcane Construct (google Arcanatron) Barbarian who is originally from another world and served as a research assistant and bodyguard to a construct researcher and producer from another world (named Aazimov).
Taeto an extroardinarily average Human who is a Cleric of Corellon
Arma the half-elven wizard who appears to be much younger than their actual 20 years old
Alia the Aasimar Bard, the Holiest Unholy Choir ever, seriously foul and dirty mouthed.

Important Information:
Anyways, the Bard and Wizard were currently off doing their things, Bard securing rooms in a tavern for them to stay in and the Wizard was registering with a church to a god of knowledge which also serves as an early sort of adventurers guild which the Wizard just completed a task for in order to join up. So they were not there, though the Wizard does come in later.
Also important is that there is currently a skyship which is hovering over one of the few completed portions of wall that are under construction around the town they’re in.


The Story:
The Barbarian and Cleric decided to try and reach a skyship that was docked in town as the Barbarian was curious, having never seen this kind of vehicle before.  Unfortunately they got lost stumbling across a seedy back ally bar.  The Barbarian, also being a barbarian, decided to go in and discovered that there was a fighting pit in the bar and entered the pits barely beating their opponent, as a reward they were given some alcohol on the house.  I (the DM) decided that this was the perfect place to introduce a homebrew alcohol, which while intoxicated, makes bad ideas seem really good and compels the drinker to follow through on them, beyond just removing their inhibitions.  Anyways the Barbarian failed their save with a natural 1, I told them that they just had a really bad idea, which seemed really good, the idea was up to them and the following conversation occurred.
Saoirse: “Taeto, Tae, I just had a great idea, we should go to the skyship, and skydive.”
Taeto: “What’s skydiving”
Saoirse: “You jump, jump off from really high, its a thing my people would do from airplanes, they’d jump from really high with a parachute and then fall really slow, I think we should do it”
Taeto: “O-okay, what’s a parachute?”
Saoirse: “It’s like a piece of cloth that you hold up above, above you and it slows you down”
*Taeto fails their save after drinking*
Taeto: “Y, yeah okay”

They proceed to head over to the skyship where, in their drunken state, they attempt many humorous ways of climbing up the walls instead of just climbing the tower stairs near them.  Here are some of their discussed ideas
Saoirse OOC: “I’m gonna throw Taeto up the wall”
Taeto OOC: “I’ve got a rope and grappling hook, but I don’t think about the grappling hook, I’m gonna try and shoot an arrow up with the rope attached”
After both of those failed with terribly low rolls
Saoirse OOC: “What if I try to throw Taeto up while he shoots the rope”
The arrow makes it, but is tossed back down by a group of gnomes from the ship who are mocking and laughing at them.
Gnome: “There’s stairs right over there you ninny’s!”
Saoirse: “Oh shit, there’s stairs Taeto, we can just climb the stairs!”
Taeto: “Welp”
This is about where we all started laughing.
The stairs were covered in a slick substance by the gnomes, both of them failed their saves and fell back down the stairs they were trying to climb up, this is where the wizard showed up, he needs them all to come with him to register as a party.
Wizard: “Hey, guys, I have an idea, I know a guy, a magical guy, who can teleport you up to the skyship… with Magic”
*rolls really low deception*
Saoirse *rolls insight and barely makes it*: “But.. but skydiving, we have to do that”
Taeto *rolls insight and also barely makes it*: “I mean, the stairs are right here, we just have to climb them”
Saoirse: “Yeh! Come on Arma pleeeease
Taeto OOC: “I start walking up the stairs while they talk”
Arma OOC: “Wait, can I tell Saoirse is on, like, one health, could I knock them out?”
Me: “Sure roll perception”
Arma *rolls and succeeds*
Arma OOC: “Alright, I’m gonna take the immovable rod and use it to blunt them over the head and knock them out”
Saoirse OOC: “Oh come on”
*Arma rolls attack and hits*
Saoirse: “Arma you dick!” *laughs*
Arma: “Alright now Taeto-”
Taeto OOC: “I just climbed up the stairs, I wanna use prestidigitation to clean up the stairs and walk up normal”
Me: “Yeah with Prestidigitation and Mage Hand I imagine you could clean your way up”
Arma OOC: “Oh shit, wait I just had an idea, I’m gonna shout to Taeto to jump”
Me: “Alriiight? You do that.”
Me as Gnome to Taeto: “O-o-oh, hiiiii… That was… That was funny right?”
Taeto: “Now I need on your ship.”
Gnome: “Oh! Sure! That’s all huh? Sure right this way!”
The gnome helps him get up on the ship and Taeto looks around at the Gnomes on the ship
Me as Gnome: “W… what are you doing on the cargo lift? Can we help you?”
Taeto: “Alright, now I needed something, I think they said it was a… a… pair-of-shoes?”
Gnome: “I mean, we’re all Gnomes up here, you could probably have found shoes that fit you down in the town”
Taeto: “No no, like… a piece of cloth that I can use”
Gnome: “Ummmm, you could have gotten that in town as well much easier than coming up here…. W.. why did you need it?”
Taeto: “Oh I’m gonna jump off your ship… So you don’t have cloth?”
Gnome: “Maybe you should talk to the captain, he could probably help you out” *sends another Gnome to get the captain*
Taeto OOC: “I get my blanket out of my backpack and look for a way up”
Me: “Yeah sure, there’s stairs right by you”
Taeto OOC: “Alright I go up and look for a place to jump off”
Me: “Sure, there’s a rail right there by the top of the stairs you could jump off”
Taeto OOC: “I hold onto the edges of the blanket and look over”
Me: “Yeah, you look over and you can hear Arma shouting”
Arma: “Jump Taeto! Jump!”
Taeto OOC: “Taeto jumps off”
Me: “Go ahead and roll an athletics check to push past the gnomes trying to stop you”
*rolls athletics and beats all the gnomes*
Me: “Alright as you fall off the edge of the ship you hold the blanket above you to catch yourself and it… does nothing, as it *imitates fabric rapidly flapping in air* flaps about uselessly in the air and you think, ‘this was a good idea’ and-”
Arma OOC: “As soon as he’s in range I cast Featherfall”
Me: “Well the ships only like 70 feet up overall, so that’s pretty soon, so as you fall Taeto, you suddenly slow to a drifting fall, as you look up the blanket appears to be billowing with wind holding you as you fall, you land softly and unharmed, you have just successfully skydived”
Taeto OOC: “Best idea”

We were laughing through that whole thing, and we had to take a break for a good 5-10 minutes while we slowly got our shit together. Most of our sentences were broken up by peels of laughter that we couldn’t hold back, it was great.

imagine enjolras and grantaire going to see the movie inadvertently cosplaying as captain america and winter soldier like enjolras is wearing a faded cap t-shirt and got a haircut yesterday and grantaire is all in black with smudged black eyeliner and his hair is long and dark and wind-blown

“Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers cause you’ll never take the blame like me?”

A/N: We all need a little darkness in our life right?… Oh god, I’m a horrible person. Send help.


“You should probably think about what you’re doing, Y/N.”

“Why? It’d be different if it was you, right? If you were doing this for Sam… I’m not going to conform to who you want me to be anymore… I’ll make my own decisions and if they’re mistakes– well then God help me, hopefully I learn.”

“Y/N…” He says simply, but there’s much more behind his voice. Much more he’s trying to convey.

“You might want to leave, Dean. This is gonna get really messy.” You turned away from the Winchester and looked at the vile monster before you. “Now it’s time for me to get back what you took away.” You seethed, poison dripping from every word that left your mouth.

“You expect me to be scared? Of you?” The demon scoffed (his mistake).

“Goddamn right, you should be scared of me.” You smirked, before leaning down to his ear. “I’m actually doing this for fun.” You placed a kiss on its cheek and looked him straight in the eyes. “God be with you.”

Dean looked at you before the voice in his head finally screamed at him to leave. He couldn’t see you like this. He refused. He tried to change you– to help you. But was it enough? He repeated over and over again in his head like a mantra. You were gone, completely taken over by revenge, anger, and a sort of lust for death. Oh God… He really lost you.

“Don’t forget to shut the door on your way out.”

“Y/N, please… “

“Then drive far away.”

“We can walk away from it all. Please.”

“Oh—and Dean… Forget about me. I think it’d be impossible to be friends after this.”

Dean Winchester: the man who saved the world more times than he’s been in love, the man who’s died more times than a hundred people, the man who’s notorious for looking the devil in his face and telling him what to do; couldn’t stop the hurricane in her path. Then again, no man could stop a natural disaster from running its course…

assuming we’re still running on the theory that the ice crown follows MMS

that means that this center jewel’s for magic, right?

which… just leaves me with more questions

if the center one means magic, then that leaves the other two to be madness and sadness

so what the hell was this one

what did betty do to it

and how the heck does it all connect to the ice thing’s missing gem

That feeling when you see someone else’s beautiful GF AU and end up trying really hard to resist the urge to just rub your gross crossover shipping hands all over it cause you’re unsure the OP would want you doing that and don’t want to impose your trash on them. Ugg.. stop it brain! I already have too many AUs of my own to work on! No tainting other peoples pretty things with your ideas for how Rick Sanchez could tie into the plot… 

Actual footage of me telling myself to stop this madness before I sink too deep:

Originally posted by l-l-lickmyballs