that first line is brilliant

old souls locked. and maybe loaded. whatever outfits or symbols they wear.

(This doodle had been sitting unfinished for more than a month. Now it’s a humble dedication to that most amazingest of amazing AUs that will never NOT haunt me in all the best frickin ways.)

Light and Water: 12/7 - clickclickBANG

@segadores-y-soldados , you rock my little reader’s heart’s socks!

I just appreciate the metaphor of David being forced to serve beverages for humans so much, because it’s such a brilliant line through the/his entire story.

That first scene in Covenant, he begins musing about being forced to obey Weyland but is interrupted when Weyland asks for his tea. That scene where Vicker, Shaw and Holloway argue about who’s in charge, he’s in the background, making drinks with a really passive-aggressive robotic expression. (We only see Vickers and Holloway take one). Then there’s the scene where Vickers shoves him into the wall, wraps her hand around his throat and says she’ll ‘find the cord that makes him run and cut it’ - and he offers her: ‘A cup of tea, ma’am?’. It’s almost directly followed by the scene where David kills Holloway - poisoning his drink.

Then, again in Covenant, you have Walter drinking with the others to their dead Captain.

“I didn’t see it, but on the Atlantic City boardwalk, two lesbians were apparently having a crotch-fondle right out in public.“ this is going to be the very first line in my future brilliant, groundbreaking pulitzer-winning stage drama that i’m definitely going to write one day and then tumblr user womb witch.com is going to call me out for plagiarizing their blog but i’ll be fine because instead of suing me they’ll just try to summon a demon inside my pancreas or something

Something About Magnets

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 3,289

Warnings: Major fluff, smut, sort of song fic?

Summary: You meet Jared on an international flight.

A/N: This is dedicated to ya’ll Jared lovers. I’ve been really loving him lately, myself. Please note that Jared is single in this. Fic also based on the song Ride by SoMo. Go have a listen whilst you read :D - Also I hope this was okay..it’s not as detailed smut as I’m used to writing but I’d love to hear what you thought. Seriously. I’m a sucker for compliments haha.

P.S – Italics are either Inner Monologue/Song Lyrics. Should be easy to tell the difference.


Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

“Your seat will be on the left, enjoy your flight!”
You smiled and walked awkwardly behind the line of people waddling down the aisle.

This was going to be an all new experience for you.
Not only were you going on your very first international holiday, you were also bumped up to Business Class for free. This was turning out to be your best trip yet, and you couldn’t shake the nerves that were riddled in your veins.

You’d been on a few flights before, so you weren’t new to this. But the second you walked past the curtains, greeting the flight attendant manning the more elite part of the plane, you felt…well you felt virginal. Awkward wasn’t quite strong enough a word to describe the nerves wracking through your body and the smile that you plastered across your face.

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Pick-up lines

I’m going to marry this girl. Yes, I just met her an hour ago and no, we have no spoken a single word to each other but I am, I swear. Now normally I don’t go around to bars looking for my future wife but to be far she found me (sort of). For one, she was gorgeous, the kind the beautiful that started the Trojan war. She was alone at the bar, which isn’t something I witnessed a lot and now I know why. If you’re a beautiful women, alone, at a bar you WILL be hit on by every single (sometimes not) man in the room. I have never seen anyone deflect unwanted attention from a man as quickly, snarky, and as classy as this girl has. So far  four guys have come up to her and everyone of her responses are pure gold.

The first guy had used this brilliant pick up line. “I would walk to the ends of the earth for you.”

She cooly said “Yes, but would you stay there?”

Then a forty something, human embodiment of a douchebag, cockaly  busted out “I know how to please a woman.”

The red hair glared at him. “Good, then would you….please leave the building.” Turned back around and continued to drink.

A guy dressed like a cowboy because who can resist a cowboy?!? EVERYONE . Smoothly stated “How do you like your eggs in the morning?” with his thick bushy eyebrow raised for maximum seduction.

The girl, without looking up, deadpanned, “Unfertilized.” I started to choke on my drink, when she said that, with laughter. She looked over at me and the corners of her red painted lips lifted up. I raised my cup and nodded my head in return. She watched me with a puzzled look on her face then to my surprise, she got up and sat down next to me.

She held out her hand, “I’m Lydia.”

I stared at it for a good solid minute, then slowly took it in my hand and shook it. I cleared my throat. “Mine is- my name- Stiles?”

Her brow rose up “Are you asking me if Stiles is your name?”

“No! No no, hmmm I know my name. It’s Stiles.” I shut my eyes and banged my head on the table. “Sorry, I’m a little flustered.”

Lydia smirked at me “I’m making you flustered?” She was going to eat me alive.

“I-yes-no? It’s just you’re you and hmmm I’m me?” I took a deep breath. “I mean is you’re beautiful and I’ve watched you pick these confident assholes apart and I’m this.” gesturing to all  of me.

She pursed her lips  and studied me “Well I’m not sitting with them, am I.”

I smiled at her her “No, no you’re not.” She was better up close then I could have dreamed up.“You seem to have the perfect comeback for everyone of their stupid lines, when you get through with them they look like they were just smacked between the eyes!” Lydia laughed softly at that “How do you do it?! Are you a witch?”

She looked tucked a piece of fiery hair behind her ear, god I wanted to do that. “No,  I just happen to do a genesis and very witty.” I stared at her. “What? I have an IQ of 187.”

“Can you come home with me and meet my dad?” I said dumbly.

She shook her head in amusement “I really hope that wasn’t a pick up line.” Oh God, I was so stupid.

“Oh my God, no! I would never do that to you.” I hoped she could see how truthful I was being , I just wanted to keep talking to her.

She stirred her drink and said “Good because I would rip you limb from limb and you can’t do anything about it.” She seemed so confident in that but I was pretty witty myself.

“Really? You have a come back for every pick up line?” She nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You want to bet on it, smartass?”

Now it was her turn to choke on her drink. “Did you just sass me?” I shrugged innocently.“Okay tough guy, bring it on. What kind of bet.”

I thought for a moment, then grinned widely “If I win you have to do a marathon with me.”

She laughed “Sweetheart I don’t run unless my life is in danger.”

I smirked at her. “Not that kind of marathon,” her face changed to a confused puppy look, she even tilted her head. “A movie marathon….of Star Wars.” Lydia’s jaw dropped and her eyes grew “Every. single. one.”

She glared at me with, I kid you not the power of a thousand suns. I should have been burnt to a crisp but the grace of god I was spared from her glare. “And what do I get when I win.”

I leaned back in my seat and took a long sip from my drink. “Whatever you want.”

Now it was her turn to smirk, oh boy I’m going to regret saying that. “Whatever I want? hmm I like the sound of that."  I groaned, what was this girl going to do to me! "I’ll think of something you can do for me I’m sure.” Yup I regret it. “So what are we playing then?”

“You say that you have a come back for every pick up line, let’s put a test to that, if I can come up with a line that you don’t I win.” I stated

She stuck out her perfectly manicured hand to me “It’s bet then.” Lydia took a big drink and then looked pointedly at me “Okay, go at Tiger.”

I raised a surprised eyebrow, did-did she just make a spiderman reference? good god. “I’ll start off easy for you, princess,” she snorted “Haven’t I seen you someplace before?”

She grinned widely “Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.” she ordered another drink like she knew this would take awhile.

“Okay smartass, your body’s a temple baby.”

She gave me a look of disgust “I pray to god you have never used that one on a woman.”

“Stop stalling Lydia and answer the very inappropriate statement.”

I was starting to get a little cocky if you couldn’t tell

She cleared her throat and cracked her neck like she was getting ready for a fight. “Sorry, there are no services today.”

leaned way back into my chair I thought I had her with that one. This went on for another hour before I realized I was going to have to be creative. I looked around the crowded bar for inspiration, then I spotted the Christmas tree in the corner and it hit me. I grinned wolfishly at Lydia and cracked my knuckles mirroring her from earlier. “Hi I’m Chris,” I paused for dramatics “as in Christmas came early.”

Lydia bent over and burst out laughing, she almost fell out of her chair. When she looked up I could see tears in her eyes. “That was so cheesy God,” she wiped some of the tears from her fair face

“Do you have a response.” She was looked at me with those doe green eyes and they were blank.

Lydia shook her head in aspiration and dropped her hair on to the bar and groaned, I got her. “I-I-Chris isn’t even your name, that doesn’t even count!”

I rose from my sit in outrage. “It does too count, I won you don’t have a comeback.” She huffed and crossed her arms, Lydia wouldn’t look at me. “Now you have to watch all of the Star Wars.”

When I opened my apartment door I didn’t think I would find Lydia Martin on the other side in a too big flannel and leggings with her long hair in a messy bun. “Let’s do this.” she said and ducked under my arm into my living room. Stunned, I slowly turned around and follower her, like it was her place. She was plopped down on my old leather couch and already had a fuzzy blanket on her. “Well are you going to sit down?” I’ve never run to my couch so fast in my life.

I only found out years later that she threw the game.

Left: Samuel Taylor Coleridge, circa 1815. (Hulton Archive/Getty Images) Right: J. Cole, circa 2013. (Ethan Miller/Getty Images for Clear Channel)

Mental Floss pairs famous literary first lines with rap lyrics:

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE/J. COLE
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Pay dues like a hair salon

(“Kubla Khan”and “The Last Stretch”)

ROBERT FROST/2PAC
Whose woods these are I think I know
Creep with me through that immortal flow

(“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” and “Thug Passion”)

VIRGINIA WOOLF/WALE
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself
Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

(Mrs. Dalloway and “The Artistic Integrity”)

OK, just one more:

ALLEN GINSBERG/2PAC
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked
See me and hope I’m intoxicated or slightly faded

(“Howl” and “Ain’t Hard 2 Find”)

Brilliant.

-Nicole

A Good Dalek

In “Dalek,” the titular Dalek says that the Doctor would make a good Dalek.

In “Into the Dalek,” the titular Dalek tells the Doctor he is a good Dalek.

Let’s break this down, because these two lines and the difference between them fascinate me.

I. Why the Doctor is like a Dalek

This one is easy. The Doctor hates. He has, in his long lifetime—particularly as a result of the Time War—grown to hate the Daleks. Hate them enough that he could destroy them, hate them enough that he’s prejudiced against the very idea of just one of them ever turning good.

To the Daleks, of course, hatred is their only morality. They don’t know anything else. Three Daleks in New Who have pointed out the similarity between their hatred of all other life and the Doctor’s hatred of them: the lone Dalek (“Dalek”), the Dalek prime minister (“Asylum of the Daleks”), and now the wounded Dalek.

II. “You would make a good Dalek.”

This is also easy. The Ninth Doctor shows a vehement hatred of the Daleks. “You would make a good Dalek.” His hatred would make him fit right in with the most fearsome species in the universe.

III. “You are a good Dalek.”

Wham. By this time, the wounded Dalek has some sense of morality. The Doctor calls him a good Dalek, by which he means that the creature is a moral Dalek. The Dalek says that he is not and tells the Doctor that he is.

This Dalek doesn’t mean what the first one did. He doesn’t mean that the Doctor would make a fine, rampaging, hateful killer. He means that the Doctor is like the Daleks but moral. He means that the Doctor hates, but acts as a moral person anyway.

IV. Conclusion

They’re both brilliant, beautiful lines. The first line is harsh and unforgiving, even emotionally manipulative (to throw the Doctor off as the Dalek conquers the base). The second is actual praise (a farewell to someone who tried to save this Dalek). And while I’ve always loved the first line, I definitely like the second better.

It’s a line that really makes you think, from an episode that made you think. And, really? That’s definitely beautiful.