this is from another galaxy

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  25. “OH MY GOD CATHERINE! I JUST SAW A NARWHAL! I’M TELLING YOU, I SAW A FREAKIN’ WHALE UNICORN!”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

anonymous asked:

IDK if you saw the post about how, before the Death Star plans were captured, the asset Bail was sending was *Leia herself* to Obi-Wan. But I'd like an AU based on that. No Death Star Plans, only a 19-year-old-girl strong in the Force, trying to beat the Empire.

She didn’t—

Luke cocked his head, watching the girl in white move through the marketplace. He couldn’t figure out what it was about her, why one minute he had been engrossed in Waing’s new shipment of power converters and the next he was staring at her, totally unable to tear his eyes away. He wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gone from one to the other, except he had, and now he was watching her. It was important he watch her, he knew it was important, though he couldn’t figure out how he knew that, or why.

It wasn’t that she stood out—sure, no one wore robes of that clean white, not unless they had a lot of slaves or droids to do the laundry for them, and yeah, she was the sort of pale you generally only saw in traders, who spent more time in artificial grav than sunslight. But she could be a water merchant’s daughter slumming it in Toshe, or an off-worlder, taking in the sights. (Not that they had many sights to see in Toshe, Luke thought with a snort.) And nobody else seemed to notice her; she stopped at Kinqua’s stall and dipped her fingers into the bowl Kinqua left out for tasting, and lifted it to her lips, licked the droplets away.

Luke had seen Kinqua casually lop off a child’s hand for that.

Skywalker,” Waing said, startling Luke out of his thoughts. “You made a decision? Or are you just going to keep feeling up my tech until it agrees to go home with you?”

“Cool your drives, Waing,” Luke said mildly, but he was still staring at the girl in white. She had two droids trundling after her, he realized belatedly—an astromech and a protocol droid, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying at this distance. Their lights were flashing, though, and he wished he could read visual binary.

“Oh, I see,” Waing said after a minute, and Luke could hear them smirking. “My tech isn’t all you’re hoping to take back to the Whitesun-Lars homestead.”

Luke felt his face go hot, and he forced himself to look back at Waing. They were smirking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said coolly, but he couldn’t focus on the power converters anymore. The girl in white, had she—

“Pardon me.”

This close it was abundantly obvious that she wasn’t from Tatooine—no one from this planet carried that air of interestingness with them, like they had a secret that might change the whole course of your life. She must be an off-worlder. “I’m looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you know where I might find him? I was told he lives near here—”

“Old Ben?” Luke cut in, before Waing could answer. “Do you mean Old Ben?”

The girl in white looked at him for a long moment, and Luke felt the back of his neck heating up. “I don’t know,” she finally said. “Is he near here?”

“Oh, sure,” Luke laughed, more out of relief than anything else. “Old Ben’s just a few klicks from here, he lives near the western gorge—I could take you, if you want,” Luke said quickly, because she looked increasingly put-out, and he felt something in his chest twinge in answer to it.

But she shook her head. “Thank you for the offer, but this is a personal matter.”

“It’ll cost you serious credits if you charter a speeder,” Luke said. “I’m headed that way anyway, let me take you. And your droids. Really,” he said, because she still looked uncertain. “It’s no trouble.”

She looked at him for a long moment, and her dark eyes were very serious. (He liked her eyes, for no particular reason he could figure out.) “My name is Leia,” she finally said, sticking her hand out. 

“Luke,” Luke laughed, taking it and shaking it. It was cool and smooth, and if he’d needed any confirmation she was from off-world, that was it. “Skywalker. My uncle owns a moisture farm in the eastern hemisphere.”

“I’m—not from around here,” she said, and Luke almost laughed because—well, obviously.

“Consider yourself lucky,” Luke said, and something of her tiredness and tightness (why did he know she was tired, down to her bones?) eased. She smiled back, a small smile. Luke counted it as a victory.

“I am C-3PO,” the protocol droid cut in, sticking his head between them as though it would stop them from looking at one another. He was burnished gold, and in the high sunslight it hurt to look at him. “And this is my companion, R2-D2.”

The astromech whistled a greeting, and Luke laughed. “Pleasure to meet—all of you. My speeder’s docked by the Ithorian, if you want…?”

“Hey, Skywalker, aren’t you going to buy anything?” Waing interrupted, and Luke winced, barely managing to tear his eyes away from Leia, who was still smiling, very slightly.

“Sorry, uh—maybe next week?” Luke offered lamely, but he was already ushering Leia and her droids away, and he could hear her laugh, very softly. (His chest fell too full, hearing it.)

It felt strange, formal and right, to help her into the speeder. Her hand in his was a kind of symmetry, inexplicable, the way he knew how a speeder was supposed to fit together, how a full tank of moisture sounded when you rapped it with a knuckle. Organic and totally without reason, their hands fitting together. She still hadn’t told him her surname, if she had a surname. Where she was from. What she was doing here. What her droids were doing here.

Luke couldn’t help but trust her utterly. Otherwise, why did her hand feel like that, resting in his?

What do you need to see Old Ben for?” Luke shouted over the rush of air around the speeder.

I told you,” Leia shouted back. The white hood she wore had fallen back, and her hair was dark. Even carefully styled, those loops over her ears, strands came loose, whipping around her face. “It’s personal!”

They stopped at the farm first, just to refuel and drop off the handful of things Luke did buy—rations, holonews downloads, some sucrose-candies for Aunt Beru. But when they touched down, Owen went white beneath his sunsburn, staring at Leia like she was a creature from another galaxy. “Your Highness,” he breathed, and Luke had to correct him, just an off-worlder looking for Old Ben; don’t pay her any mind. Look, Uncle Owen, I brought you your Almanac—

Leia was silent; picking at a loose thread in her white, white robes.

(Afterwards, she was silent, her arms crossed over her waist. They sped across the desert, which was gathering dark by the armful. “Sorry,” Luke said, trying to keep himself from shivering, “I know it gets cold at night.”

“It’s all right,” Leia said. “On—my planet, it snowed. We had mountains, and we would build whole castles out if it, out of snow. It was beautiful.”

“I’d like to see snow,” Luke said, but he thought it was lost in the sound of the speeder, because she didn’t reply.)

By the time they reached Old Ben’s place, it was dark enough for a lamp to be burning, the light spilling beneath the door and out the window. Luke watched as Leia knocked on the daub doorframe, shivering.

Still, it was worth staying just to watch the flicker of Old Ben’s expression from surprise to shock when he greeted her. He called her by a name that was definitely not ‘leia’ and Luke watched her shoulders hitch. “No,” Leia said finally. “I am Leia Organa, Princess of Alderaan. I am the daughter of Queen Breha Organa and Viceroy Bail Organa, and I am—I am here to beg your aid for the rebellion.”

Luke wasn’t so surprised that he didn’t notice Ben’s eyes cut to him, and then away.

“Princess,” Ben said finally, with an awful heaviness. Luke had brought him ration packs and listened to his stories he had never sounded like that before, like it was something awful and deep beyond saying. “If they sent you to find me, they must be very desperate.”

“No,” she said quickly, and Luke knew she was lying. “No, but—we need Jedi. We cannot go forward, we cannot fight, if the Force is not with us.”

This time, Old Ben’s stare lingered on Leia, then on Luke. He seemed to be making up his mind about something, though Luke couldn’t say what. Old Ben had always struck him as a sort of harmless religious sort; in another world he might have been a Jedi like in the stories, but instead he was a desert madman, talking to the air and clutching at a bit of carbon tubing like it was a lightsaber.

There was nothing harmless about the way he was looking at them now.

“I’ve been happy here,” Old Ben muttered, quietly, like an apology.

“Fine,” Leia said, almost a snarl. Luke could only see her in silhouette, against the light from Old Ben’s hut. He thought suddenly of a predator, something that could leap on the unsuspecting. “But no one ever promised us happiness.”

Luke could see Old Ben’s throat work. “Come in,” he said at last. His gaze darted to Luke, and Luke caught his breath. “What I have to say is—for both of you, now.”

Luke shut off the speeder.

(He had followed Leia into Old Ben’s hut, and didn’t come out the same man. No, not the same man at all.)

youtube

#7: BART THE GENERAL

Maybe the most inexplicable video on the internet. What can I say? No seriously- what can I honestly fucking say about what you’re seeing here? It’s like an alien being from another galaxy saw The Simpsons air once and tried to re-create it (right down to calling it “Bart The General,” an old episode title, rather than calling it “The Simpsons”). This is THAT part of YouTube at its most surreal. But you have to hand it to them- Toadfish may be the most compelling character this show has had in years. And if you get in his good books, he can be a nice guy.

creating a fake identity and breaking into a government regulated military academy to avenge your maybe-dead-maybe-abducted-by-aliens family and family friend only to find out that alien radiochatter can be heard from the roof of said military academy, thus leading to you and two of your classmates, along with a dropout and your abducted-by-aliens family friend, to find a giant blue robot lion that takes you to another galaxy where you wake up two royal aliens from their ten thousand year sleep and consequently find out that you and those you brought along with you are destined to save the universe from an evil dictator in more giant robot lions, all with assigned colors and yours being green, is gay culture

Voyager was a show in which:


An alien from another galaxy died and became a rock.

“There’s coffee in that nebula.”

Harry Kim died twice in the first season alone; did not get a promotion.

Tom Paris avoided criminal punishment because of a dog.

The ship had to be submissive to a frustrated space fish-worm.

Torres literally had a split personality.

Kes ate dirt.

Kes happened at all.

Tuvok and Paris changed rank in the first season with no explanation.

Harry Kim traveled into an alternate time and space dimension; did not get promotion.

Neelix got into a food fight with Paris.

Q turned the ship into a Christmas tree ornament.

“Get the cheese to sickbay.”

The Doctor got beamed into space for five seconds.

Paris and Janeway turned into lizards.

Seven of Nine had nightmares about a bird.

Harry Kim built the Astrometrics Lab; did not get a promotion.

“You hit the wrong ship!” “It wasn’t my fault!” “Well then who’s fault was it, the torpedoe’s? You’re supposed to tell it what to do!”

Tuvok was stranded on a planet with small children.

The ship got transported back to 1996, and was not the weirdest thing around.

“Vulcans do not hydro-sail.”

Paris found a Hirogen head.

Harry Kim saved the ship from the future; did not get a promotion.

A dead crewmember changed species and briefly came back.

Seven had Borg multiple-personalities.

The Doctor had daydreams that threatened the ship.

Tuvok had a dream about walking naked around the ship.

“Alien bugs, or alien fisticuffs. Oooh that’s a tough one.”

“Very large germs” swarmed the ship.

The Doctor secretly impersonated half the crew.


Some kind of fantastic show!

Little Star Son

I wrote a thing for this post, below. It’s fluffy and self-indulgent, but I hope you like it.

For @powerovernothing as tribute to our lovely conversations, as well as for the title Star Son, because that’s absolutely yours! (It’s pretty unedited, so I’m awful sorry for all of the errors but I was excited to finish it and post. Also, this is an AU where Yondu and Meredith knew each other before Peter was born so, yes, there’s Spacelily):

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anonymous asked:

101. for starmora pls!!

101. “They grow up so fast.”

when your life is so out of control that you’re posting the next ficlet at 3 am again lmao so sorry guys,,, anyway, enjoy some starmora parenting reflections while they do the dishes!! (bc I’m a slut for domestic shit asfglknf)

send me a ship + a number!!!!

We are Groot.”

Peter actually drops the plate he’s washing when he hears the words, the dish making a loud klank as it hits the bottom of the sink. The water continues running over Peter’s soap-covered hands, but he’s too busy staring wide-eyed at Groot, who’s standing on the other side of the table, to take notice.

He briefly glances at Gamora, who was collecting the rest of the dishes, but has also stopped and opted to instead stare at Groot. He’s just calmly looking at the two of them with his gentle smile, handing Gamora his and Rocket’s plates.

“You…remember that still?” Peter questions because, honestly, he’s never really understood how Groot’s memory worked. Sometimes, it was apparent that he still remembered everything from his life before the battle with Ronan, but most times, Groot acted like the age he physically appeared to be. “You can still say that?”

But now, nearly three years later, Groot’s practically back to his full size.

Groot nods. “I am Groot.”

“Teamwork is good, yeah,” Peter says. “Not sure if the teamwork required for doing the dishes is worth an epic ‘we are Groot,’ though.”

“Thank you for your help, Groot,” Gamora says softly, taking the dishes from Groot’s hands. “Peter and I have the rest of it handled. You can go.”

“I am Groot,” he says, bidding them farewell with a wave—Peter and Gamora both wave back, per usual, because some things just never change, no matter how much time passes—before leaving the room completely.

Gamora brings the plates up to the counter beside the sink and Peter sighs, shaking his head as he picks up the plate and resumes scrubbing it. “Well, that was interesting.”

“I knew he remembered the battle and what happened to him,” Gamora says, switching to Peter’s other side and picking up the dishrag. “But that was the only other time he said ‘we’…”

“Glad to know I’m not the only one who was a little caught off guard there,” Peter says lightly, passing the clean plate to Gamora to dry. “I guess I just…kinda blocked that memory out, while Groot was little.”

“I did, too,” she admits, running the towel over the plate. “All it seemed to do was give Groot nightmares.”

There had been a good handful of nights in which Peter had awoken to rushed, tiny footsteps accompanied by a flurry of knocks on his door. He’d then open the door to reveal an upset Groot, small tears running down his bark as he babbled about bad dreams where he or members of the team got hurt.

(Peter can even recall an entire week straight spent with Groot nestled between him and Gamora in the captain’s quarters, because of a recurring dream about Ronan where Groot couldn’t save everyone in time.)

“At least he seems to have grown out of it,” Peter says, absentmindedly continuing to clean. “Well. He seems to have just fully grown up, at this point.”

He sees Gamora nod in his peripheral vision, but as she starts putting the dishes away, her actions slow. She eventually turns her eyes up to his. “Does it feel strange to you at all?”

“Strange?” he echoes, handing her a fork. “I mean, I guess it’s weird, because it feels like it went by really fast.”

“Sometimes, I almost wish he was small again,” she admits, drying the fork. “I mean, it’s impractical for the team, as well as his own safety, but…” she trails off, pausing her drying completely. “It was nice, in a way.”

“It definitely really enforced the idea of us being a big family,” he says, glancing at her. “It brought out the best in everyone, in a way, because we all had to watch out for the little guy.”

She laughs softly. “It felt like we were parents.”

“It still feels like we’re parents,” he corrects, shaking his head in exasperation, because he’s certain he’ll have to scold someone at some point during the rest of the day for doing something stupid. “They grow up so fast.”

They finish the rest of the dishes off in a contemplative, comfortable silence. Peter really hasn’t thought much about Groot growing up until now. He calls upon personal familial experience for some sort of reference to what he’s feeling now: with Yondu, things had been complicated until the very end, though Yondu never stopped looking over him, even from a distance, when Peter had finally left; with Peter’s actual mother, well, she’d never even gotten the chance to see him grow up.

He helps Gamora put the last of the dishes away. She watches him stretch his arms up to the highest shelf in the cabinet, handing him the last of the plates, when she opens the discussion again. “Have you ever thought about parenthood?”

The question catches him by nearly as much surprise as Groot’s remark earlier. Peter narrowly avoids knocking down what dishes are already in the cabinet down, onto his head, before turning to look at Gamora with a nervous flutter in his chest. “Um…not much, to be honest…”

That is, he really hadn’t thought about it, until Gamora had danced her way into his life and he found himself looking after little Groot with her.

“I think the real question here is,” he continues, regaining some confidence, “now that we’ve actually dipped our toes into the ocean of parenthood, did we each like it enough to ever do it again, but more traditionally?”

She ducks her head to hide her smile at that, but Peter can still see the corners of her lips pointing upward. “I suppose that is, indeed, the real question.”

“Before the Guardians, my answer would’ve been a hard no,” he admits. “But now, after I’ve had to coax a baby tree to sleep more times than I’d like to count…” He shrugs. “I dunno. Doesn’t sound as impossible or really out there, y’know?”

“Yeah,” she murmurs, meeting his eyes.

“What about you, babe?” he asks, closing up the cabinet. “Have you ever thought about it?”

Gamora holds her arms out on either side of her, looking more unsure than Peter’s seen in a long time. She takes a few steps away from him, as if the idea is too large to be contained in an intimate conversation between the two of them. She turns back to look at him. “As a child, I wanted nothing more than to excel at everything, be this warrior. But when I was forced down that path, in a way I hadn’t anticipated or wanted, and everything changed, I lost sight of myself and my goals.”

Peter nods along to her words. They’ve both been significantly more open with each other in the past year or two about their pasts, especially their childhoods—both before and after their worlds were both turned upside down by the untimely deaths of their parents—and aspirations.

Her hands fall back down to her sides. “I suppose…things like parenthood are, as you said, no longer out of reach.”

He smiles then, coming closer to her and taking her hands in his. “There’s no rush.”

“No rush,” she agrees. “We still have many adventures to go on, Star-Lord.”

She leans up toward him then, placing a quick kiss on his lips, as if to seal their bounded fate.

Maybe they’ll find themselves on a path similar to the experience of raising Groot someday, or maybe not. There’s still time, and, as Gamora said, they have much to do. After all, Thanos is still out there, and Peter knows that until that’s dealt with, Gamora can never truly, completely relax as the rest of them can.

A crash from another room interrupts their silent moment, followed by Drax and Rocket arguing. Mantis is laughing. Groot chimes in with an “I am Groot.”

Peter and Gamora sigh, simultaneously.

“Shall we go check on the kiddos?” he teases.

“Better do it now than when Rocket accidentally blows up the ship,” she jokes back.

They leave the kitchen, hand-in-hand.


send me a ship + one of these prompts about said ship having to share a bed!!!

I know there are some people out there who are like, “Dude. Bro. Homie. I just threw a bunch of tap water in the tank, and my fish are fine.” Well, congratulations on your perfect fish, swimming in your perfect water, in your perfect life. My water is so bad, I have to mix five gallons of purified water for every one gallon of tap. By the time I figured out how to mix and test it properly, I got an honorary degree as a goddamn chemist.

Even when you get your water exactly right, you’re likely going to wake up one morning and think someone poured a glass of milk into the tank. Again, don’t freak out like I did. I SAID DON’T FUCKING FREAK OUT! It’s just a bacterial bloom. Once ammonia builds up in the filter, the bacteria will retreat to there and leave your water alone.

Oh, and by the way, if you think you can just chuck a bunch of fish in there once it’s all set up, think again. Not only does the temperature have to be just right – a lot of freshwater fish like it in the mid to high 70s, because they’re prissy little assholes – but you’re taking them from one galaxy to another, and they fucking hate that shit. You have to acclimate them to the new water, and it’s kind of a tedious process. It boils down to putting water from your new tank into the old water they’re still swimming in, inside the bag. Then letting them get used to that for a while. Then doing it again and again, until they’re finally like, “Alright, we’re cool. This new water is awesome. Also, I am a talking fish.”

5 Of The Stupidest Things I Learned After Owning Fish

What’s Bred in the Bone: Part I

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Jaal x Sara Ryder

A 600 year nap and a 2.5 million light-year journey to find out the answer: are humans and angara genetically compatible?

Rated M for strong language, some sexuality and violence. Alien-human pregnancy fic.

Spoilers for Jaal’s romance and loyalty mission, and end of game.

Part I of ??? - Part II - Part III - Part IV

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Ask Ethan: If the Universe is expanding, why aren’t we?

“If the universe is expanding at rates in excess of the speed of light, why does it not appear to affect our solar system and the planetary distances from the sun, etc.? And why would the relative distances of stars in our galaxy not appear to be increasing… or are they?”

It’s a thing of scientific beauty that we’ve not only been able to determine that the Universe is expanding, but that we’ve been able to measure the rate of expansion so incredibly well. To better than 90% uniformity, we’ve determined the expansion rate in all directions and going back billions of years, allowing us to determine what’s in the Universe, how that’s changed over time, and what its fate is. It’s one of the most remarkable achievements of modern science over the last 100 years. But even though the distant galaxies are all expanding away both from us and from one another, not everything in the Universe is expanding. Individual galaxy clusters remain bound; galaxies do not grow; planetary orbits remain constant; stars, planets, humans and even atoms remain the same size. Yet, the fabric of the Universe itself still continues to expand.

Why is this the case? Why don’t these smaller-scale objects expand along with the fabric of the Universe, while everything else does? Find out on this week’s Ask Ethan!