we need to bone

More Humans Are Weird

Okay, but this: we’ve established that humans have an odd perception of injuries. But what about how many are afraid of doctors? 

Alien: Human Alana, that is a lot of blood. Are you okay?

Human, with cut foot: It’s just a cut. Hardly feel anything. *looks closer* Oh, cool. Hey, is that my tendon?

Alien: By my knowledge, if you are able to see the bones or tendons, you need stitches. Should we not get you to the medical bay immediately?

Human *uncomfortable*: Or… what would happen if I just, you know… didn’t? I mean, I’m fine with a bigger scar. Scars are cool.

Alien: But does your species not get infected wounds??

Human: We do… but I really don’t want to get stitches.

Alien: Human Alana, I believe I must insist! It is for your well-being!

Human: *starts to panic*

Alien: *Freaks the fuck out because they don’t know what to do*

ROOMMATES FIC REC | harry and louis share a place to live 
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Autumn At My Window, 20k 
blind from this sweet, sweet craving, 31k
Carried Away Like Butterflies, 17k
I need home (our tangled bones), 68k
Jump Before We Fall, 113k
kiss me on the mouth (and set me free), 47k
Life as We Know it, 34k
Like You Hate Me, 6k
Make My Wish Come True (Baby All I Want For Christmas Is You, 29k
MARRIED FOR A WEEK?!, 20k
Play the Odds, 25k
Red Brick Heart, 98k
Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be), 58k
say i hate you but i always stay, 8k 
Searching For The Cure (We Found Us), 30k 
Skin New, Hands True, My Hands All Over You, 44k
Some Things Take Root, 50k
Spin Me Like A Record, 8k
That’s What You Get (When You Let Your Heart Win), 7k
through struggles, to the stars, 80k
we’re not friends, we could be anything, 115k
Wild And Unruly, 123k

Kenny the Crow is that kind of mascot you want at a party

  • It’s Noctis’ birthday and Regis figures getting Kenny to come is the best idea
    • Everyone loves Kenny, right? He’s the dude that never lets you dehydrate and makes sure your day is ready as ever. He gives you that boost and a pat on the back. “You can do it.” Such confidence! It’s a win/win for all!
  • Clarus doesn’t get it, there are other mascots besides Kenny
    • “There are benefits.”
    • “And what are those benefits, Your Majesty?”
    • “He brings smiles and joy to your world! You can’t rob a child of that.”
    • “If you haven’t heard. There have been several unsettling reports about him…”
    • “You can’t always believe in those, Clarus. Have some faith.”
    • Even Drautos and Cor hear about it from Clarus and they all believe it’s going to end terribly.
      • “If that is what His Majesty wants then let it be,” Cor says in defeat
      • “If we stage an accident then it might solve the problem.” And Drautos really insisted but Clarus shuts it with a simple NO
  • “Dude, I heard they’re getting Kenny for the prince’s party,” Nyx says to the team. “Sweeet.”
    • “Uh seriously? That guy gives me the creeps.” Crowe shudders.
    • “You sure you’re not related to him, Crowe?” Luche adding a smirk and receives a bottle thrown at his head but completely misses
    • “Jerk.”
    • “…Same here, I mean look at that face. Not kid friendly whatsoever,” Libertus adds
    • “Give poor Kenny a chance!” Nyx being a fan of Kenny as he showcases a Kenny shirt he’s wearing underneath his uniform. Collective groans from the party ensues
  • But when the birthday party starts, everyone expects the worse but young Noctis is completely in awe of Kenny. He’s running up to the mascot, hugging its legs with a big smile on his face. It’s so adorable and leaves Regis a bit teary eyed himself. He nudges Clarus’ arm like ‘I told you so’ but Clarus rolls his eyes because it’s not like he spoke to Kenny before about ‘if you dare do anything creepy, any kind of SLIP, I will have your head on a platter.’ Poor Kenny is frightened
    • Noctis gets to hold Kenny’s wing as he walks over so he can share the birthday cake with him
    • He also introduces Kenny to Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto and even Luna. Kenny is a true gentleman as he bows her
    • There’s fireworks, music, good food, Noctis is happy
      • And of course Noctis gets to dance with the mascot too
  • By the end of the day, Noctis is a little sad that Kenny has to go but Regis, being the cool dad he is, buys a plush toy of his favorite bird so it’ll keep him company everyday especially in bed

I ordered (and devoured) this big, beautiful vegan pizza earlier today. 😍🍕 Free of all the cruelty and pus of cow’s milk. 🐮🍼 Before I went vegan, I had been vegetarian for a few months. I remember telling myself (and other people), “I could never go vegan. I love cheese too much!” 🧀 This is a common remark among meat eaters and vegetarians alike. Looking back, I cannot believe how self centered and ill-educated my actions and justifications were. I mean just think about it. We are the ONLY species that takes milk from another animal. Could you imagine drinking pig milk? 🐷 Monkey milk? 🐵 Dog milk? 🐶 So why are we enslaving cows, artificially inseminating females so they can continue to produce milk, and separating mothers from their calves? Ask anyone why they drink milk, and the standard response is calcium. A common myth perpetuated by misinformation and propaganda spread by the dairy industry is that we need cow’s milk for strong bones to prevent fractures. 💪 Yet statistics prove time and time again that countries with the highest dairy consumption rates also have the highest rates of osteoporosis, a condition of weak and brittle bones. Meanwhile, countries that subsist mainly off plants with little to no dairy and animal product continually have lower rates of chronic diseases and osteoporosis. 🌎🌱 Dairy also contains over 60 naturally occurring hormones (which causes acne), pus due to inflammation and infection of cow udders, and casomorphins (yes, as in morphine) which gives dairy it’s addictive quality. It’s about time we DITCH DAIRY. Believe it or not, you can live without cheese or milk and still enjoy the same meals. Simply replace cow’s milk with one of the many plant based alternatives (you’ll find one that you like, I promise), purchase plant based cheeses such as Daiya or Chao, or skip the creaminess altogether and opt for a cheeseless pizza like I did! The man who made my pizza began showing it to all his co-workers who remarked on how good it looked, and these were meat eaters! ☺️

Yes, I will continue to animate a skeleton, and no you can’t stop me.

I watched a YouTube vid were two guys played Puyo Pop Fever, and one of the guys mentioned how Oshare looked like a bad Jack Skeleton cosplay. That’s when I got the idea.

Why only that line though? I think that’s the only part the two skeletons have in common. (Though I could be wrong.)

I just wish I could’ve made Oshare a little bigger, but with a limited screen to work with, I couldn’t do much.

So yeah, that audio clip belongs to the Nightmare Before Christmas.

Ten Artists You Need to Hear

Once you’ve found your music comfort zone, in terms of artists and albums you listen too, it becomes quite difficult to venture out and discover something new and something completely different to what you normally listen too. Sometimes you need to take the plunge and look into artists that you would normally just brush over, they come from a variety of different genres such as Country, R&B and Rock, but all have similarities - including that of great songwriting and capabilities as storytellers, both of which contemporary pop seems to have forgotten.

The Shires - Country music in the UK has a history of being boring and dull, however this trend is finally changing. The leaders of this change have to be The Shires, the duo who only formed in 2013, have changed the way country in the UK is perceived. With two top 10 albums (on the pop charts) to their name, the Shires have transformed the way UK listeners see country and sound Nashville-bound on both of them albums (so far). This can be put down to the fact they’re the first UK act to be signed to a Nashville label and for The Shires, the sky truly is the limit.

Track you need to listen too : State Lines

Lord Huron - If you’ve been watching ‘Thirteen Reasons Why’ on Netflix you would have heard one of Lord Huron’s songs, ‘The Night We Met’, but there catalogue goes far beyond this. With two albums, ‘Lonesome Dreams’ and ‘Strange Trails’, they have made indie rock emotive and really relatable. As well as this the band have created LPs that are great listens from start to finish and at the end of the day, thats what we all really want from a band isn’t it ?

Track you need to listen too : The Night We Met

Rag ‘N’ Bone Man - In the UK, Rag ‘N’ Bone man seemed to appear out of nowhere, but it is easy to understand why he has become such a success. With a bellowing bluesy voice and a killer sound Rag ‘N’ Bone man has a distinctive sound which when paired with a good song become a combination that stands out from the rest. Even though his debut album as a whole wasn’t what many had hoped for, you can be sure that Rag ‘N’ Bone Man will be round for years to come.

Track you need to listen too : Human

Leon Bridges - Otis Redding, Marvin Gaye and Sam Cooke - all three are timeless Rhythm and Blues artists but sadly it has felt as if there sound is left in the past, left in the 1960s. However Leon Bridges rejuvenates that old-school R&B sounds and brings it into the 21st century. With his debut album, Comin’ Home’ Bridges creates a sound that is so rare but also so beautiful. The albums comes from the soul and that is what music should be about, even though he has only one album at the moment - Bridges is sure to be able to emulate that sound (and success) onto many albums in the future.

Track you need to listen too : River

Chris Stapleton - What Leon Bridges has done for R&B, is what Chris Stapleton has done and continues to do for Country Music. The Kentucky native has brought back the sound of yesteryear blending Country with Southern Rock to create ‘Traveller’ which is by far one of the standout country albums for many years and has countered the bro-country movement perfect. Accompanied by his wife, Morgane, on backing vocals, Chris has created a country sound to cherish and admire which I can listen too time and time again. I cannot wait for his second album… which will hopefully be released this year.

Track you need to listen too : Fire Away

Jenny Lewis - Every now and again you get that perfect blend of genres, this is seen with Jenny Lewis who blends alternative music with country, and in the process creates something really great. Even though she has had three albums out (as a solo artist) I don’t tire of her sound. With truly country lyrics and an alternative sound, Jenny creates something just short of masterpieces, especially songs such as ‘Just One Of The Guys’ and ‘Acid Tongue’.

Track you need to listen too : Just One Of The Guys

Michael Kiwanuka - Personally I didn’t like Kiwanuka’s debut album ‘Home Again’, I just wasn’t a fan of the sound. However this has changed since he released the follow-up last year, ‘Love and Hate’. My love for his sound re-emerged after ‘Cold Little Heart’ became the theme tune to ‘Big Little Lies’ and has seen his work achieve even more praise than it did before. He is a soulful artist and his second album is a really good piece of music. Well worth a listen.

Track you need to listen too : Cold Little Heart

James Bay - If you want a blend of radio-friendly blues rock, Americana and indie then you need to listen to James Bay. The British artist has only had one album out at the moment but has made a big impact, his song ‘Hold Back the River’ has been a hit, but others from the album such as ‘Let It Go’ and ‘Scars’ make him an artist with depth and the ability to be self-aware, something that is really rare and needs to be appreciated. ‘Chaos and the Calm’, his first album, is a bit hit and miss in places, but when it works it really works.

Track you need to listen too : Let It Go

Kacey Musgraves - This is Country Music at its finest. That is all I can truly say about Kacey Musgraves, a two-time grammy winner, who has brought her retro sound to the forefront of a genre with an identity crisis. What makes Ms. Musgraves so unique is her ability to go from light and airy songs to something very dark and very deep. She also brings a political message with her, see ‘Follow Your Arrow’, but does it in a way that isn’t stuffy and in your face. She is a legend in the making and once you start listening, you won’t want to stop.

Track you need to listen too : Late To The Party

Tobias Jesso Jr. - A singer, a songwriter and a musician is what makes Tobias Jesso Jr. a triple threat. His album ‘Goon’ is filled with piano driven songs that are deep and emotive, rather than bland and boring - which many piano artists can be. Jesso also has the ability to make you feel what he is feeling and avoids making his music pop-friendly, which makes him an even greater artist. Although the album keeps a similar narrative throughout it doesn’t get tiresome and just makes you want even more.

Track you need to listen too : Without You

Blood Bath

Castiel x Child!Reader

A/N: There will be a part two to this sometime this week (hopefully)

Summary: Sam and Dean call Cas when they find you in a vampire nest, drained of your blood.

Warnings: mentions of torture, near-death, mention of death, blood

Word count: 982

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

Machetes and flashlights in each hand, the brothers stuck close together for protection as they moved throughout the storage house, leaving drops of blood from the decapitated vampires in the room besides them. “Hear that?” Dean asked, his eyes darting back and forth throughout the hallway.

“No?” Sam replied, looking behind him cautiously. “I think that’s all of them.”

“Dude, you seriously don’t hear that?” Dean turned to his brother, arching an eyebrow at him. “It sounds like chains rattling,”

 “You think somebody is being held hostage?” The taller hunter asked, immediately returning to his fighting stance. “We’ve checked every room.”

“Not that one,” Dean mumbled, pointing the flashlight at the end of the very hall. Both brothers shuffled their way to the door, observing the scratch marks on the sides along with blood splatters across the walls. “They didn’t want somebody going in,” He said, fiddling with all the locks that lined the door. 

“Or they didn’t want somebody coming out.” Sam muttered, pulling out his pistol and aiming it at the locks, shooting each one. Dean pushed open the door and slowly walked down the stairs, keeping his flashlight trained on the darkness in front of him. “Sam,” He whispered, pointing to you.

You were too weak to say anything let alone move, so you weren’t even able to protect yourself from these strange men. “Dean, she’s just a kid, man.” The tall man bent down beside you, frowning when your muscles tensed. “We’re not here to hurt you, its okay. I’m Sam and this is my brother, Dean.”

Dean tried to pull the restraints off your legs, but there was no way he was going to get them off without shooting near your foot, and he didn’t want to risk it. “They’ve been feeding on her,” Sam observed, noticing your pale face and prominent bones. “We need Cas, she’s not going to be able to walk.”

Pulling out his phone, Dean quickly pressed the call button on his best friends contact, pressing the device to his ear. “Cas!” Dean called once he picked up. “We need you man, we found a girl and she’s drained, it…it’s bad.”

You tried to sit up and get away but the taller one lightly pressed on your shoulders to make you lay back down. “We won’t hurt you, we’re here to help.” 

Shaking your head, you tightly gripped onto your holey shirt, sniffling quietly. “No, no, no. Please don’t cry,” Sam whispered. “It’s okay, we’re not those monsters.”

Your eyes drifted to the bloodied machete that was resting besides him, then to his face, only just noticing the blood splatters all across his neck and cheek. “Pl-ease,” You cried, hot salty tears freely falling from your eyes.

“We’re the good guys,” Sam assured, pushing his machete away from him. “Look, no fangs,” He lifted up his lip, revealing pink gums but no fangs like you had been seeing for the past month. 

Relaxing slightly, you breathed in and out. “Cas said he’s going to meet us at the bunker,” Dean finally said, tucking his phone away. “We’re going to get you help, okay? We need you to trust us.”

Sam’s arms slowly pushed underneath you, making sure you were okay with being carried. Other than tensing up and shaking out of fear, you didn’t try to thrash against his hold, so Sam quickly lifted you up. “Let’s go,”

You were afraid to open your eyes, you had no idea where they had taken you and you were terrified as much as you were when you were in the other building. Building the courage to open your eyes, you immediately flinched backwards when you saw a different man wearing a trench coat standing at the end of the bed you were laying on top of. “I apologise, I didn’t intent on scaring you.” He said, slowly coming around to the side. “Let me heal you,” Two of his fingers extending out to touch you but you shook your head, moving away. 

“P-please…” You cried, gripping onto the bed sheets tightly. 

Castiel frowned and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he extended out his wings in front of you. “My name’s Castiel, I’m an angel of the lord,” He said. “I am here to help you. Please, let me heal you.”

Your eyes had widened at the sight of his wings, your mouth agape in surprise. Shaking your head once again, you continued to scoot away, despite how amazing his wings might have looked. Castiel brought one of his wings out in front of him, letting the feathers brush against your hand. “It’s okay,” He whispered, pushing the stray hairs out of your face. 

Nodding your head, you let Castiel press his fingers to your forehead and heal you. You twisted your hand upwards to lightly touch Castiel’s feathers, the feel of them instantly calming you down. It was a fast action, and you barely felt it, but you could feel the effect. You had more energy and you didn’t feel like a skeleton anymore. “T-thank you.” You mumbled, smiling a little bit.

“What’s your name?” Castiel asked, his wings continuing to brush against your skin. 

“Y/n,” You answered, twiddling with your fingers nervously. 

“Where are your parents?” He asked, a concern look on his face. 

Tears poured down your cheeks like a stream. “T-th…the monsters…”

His face immediately fell. “It’s okay,” He whispered, awkwardly opening his arms for a hug. You crawled into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. 

Castiel sighed softly, unsure on what he and the Winchester’s were supposed to do now. He couldn’t keep you in this life, it was too dangerous. But he felt like he was responsible for you, who knows why, but he did.

“It’s going to be okay,” He whispered in your ear, rubbing your back.


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                  Vikings; The Great Army sentence meme!

❛ That is my knife ❜
❛ You are crazy! ❜
❛ Father gave me this knife! ❜
❛ I will kill ___  with it. I will kill ___ with ___ knife ❜
❛ That’s enough! ❜
❛ Give it to me!  ❜
❛ We have important decisions to make ❜
❛ As usual you must tell us how to behave! ❜
❛ I wish ____  was here ❜
❛ Hopefully he will be home soon ❜
❛ I’m listening.  Say something .. interesting
❛ That is the message that he wanted me to bring to you ❜
❛ There he is .. the voice of reason. I hate reason ❜
❛ How do we overcome that when we have never attempted anything like that before? ❜
❛ We raise a great army. An army bigger than ever before ❜
❛ In the name of our dead father. In the name of ____  the greatest hero of our country. And in the name of ____ . We declare war on the whole world ❜
❛ When we return,  ___ and I, and our brothers. We will have to avenge our father’s death ❜
❛ You will not be welcomed for what you did to all of us, and I would have to kill you ❜
❛ Will you come with us? ❜
❛ I also have a reason to stay here ❜
❛ I know what your father would have wanted me to do ❜
❛ I do not trust him ❜
❛ You should look to improve your own security ❜
❛ If the Gods don’t protect me, then who can? ❜
❛ It’s good that we have met, ___, we need ambitious men ❜
❛ I still have a bone to pick with you ❜
❛ Why were you silent when I demanded justice from ___ ❜
❛ We have different memories of Mother ❜
❛ He/She had eyes only for you, and for ___. To me she/he was cold and distant ❜
❛ So you feel sorry for yourself? Poor, little ___ ❜
❛ I’m telling you the truth. I have a very good reason not to feel so angry with ___ ❜
❛ What kind of a son are you? ❜
❛ What does it matter what your ___ did to you? He/She was still your ___ ❜
❛ Are you just really sad she can’t breastfeed you anymore? ❜
❛ Whoever would have thought that you two are brothers? ❜
❛ I promise you, we are already well prepared for any incursions into our kingdom ❜
❛ I am not sure you realize the scale of their possible retribution ❜
❛ We are fully prepared ❜
❛ I have no wish or need to be allied to such a degenerate monarch ❜
❛ As for you, ___ , you may enjoy the aridities of heaven without my discomforting presence, and that of every woman whose only crime was a desire to be free ❜
❛ I know what I have to do ❜
❛ Us?  You are no longer a part of us, ___. ❜
❛ What is ‘us’ ___  is changing. Only you won’t accept it ❜
❛ Too much bad blood, ___ ❜
❛ Once a betrayer, always a betrayer ❜
❛ You came back to us. Thank God. Truly, thank God ❜
❛ You will have to be free in order to marry one of us ❜
❛ I can see that you are bored already ❜
❛ One day, you may be King. I hope so with all my heart ❜
❛ You need to drink more wine ❜
❛ Now, you keep saying you understand. But you obviously don’t ❜
❛ Don’t ever let yourself be influenced by other people. Specially people like me. Always have your own thoughts and act on them ❜

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Imagine Chris being your rock.

A/N: This piece is going to be more than just about the angst and the fluff, it’s about addressing a serious issue in both my own life and society; an issue that seems to carry a stigma that prevents one from talking about it without shame. Now I started writing because it was the only time where I felt like I had true control over anything, over myself- over life. It’s honestly the reason I’m still alive sometimes. (Super dark, I’m sorry.) I have had an eating disorder for years now, and this is possibly the first time I’m publishing a story where I properly address that because I feel like Tumblr is a safe space and perhaps there is someone reading who will find comfort in my words and seek the help that I, too, am afraid to seek. First of all, you are not alone. Secondly, I know how scary it is. Thirdly, we are beautiful despite how often our reflection tell us we are not. Lastly, you are worthy and you deserve a love like this. Why am I writing this now, while I’m on my holiday having the time of my life? Because mental disorders don’t stop when you’re on holiday, and they don’t stop when you’re working, or studying for a major exam. I just want those who are suffering from this, or depression, or anxiety to know that I am with them always. ❤️

You tapped your pen anxiously against the table as you reread your food diary entry for the day. All the while you could hear the voices in your head telling you that “it’s too much”, that “you failed”, that you needed to “do better” and “be better”, and the harder you tried to ignore said voices, the louder they got. You lowered your pen and closed your notebook, taking slow breaths as your eyelids blackened your vision. You were okay, there was always tomorrow. You could eat less tomorrow; you’d succeed tomorrow; you’d be better and do better tomorrow.

You broke from your concentration when you heard Chris come through the front door, calling out to you. “Babe, I’m home!” Relief escaped your lungs as if he were the only thing capable of saving you from yourself. You returned yourself to your bittersweet reality, stowing your food diary in your top desk drawer where it lived with all your other notebooks; all filled with your thoughts, both blissful and pained.

“Hey you,” Chris smiled at you when you entered the kitchen. You managed one back, despite how tired and heartbroken you were; Chris noticed, but he said nothing knowing it would cause you to break down if he asked. “How was your day?” He asked as you forced your way into his arms, burying your face in his chest.

“Same old,” you mumbled, appreciating how comforting his touch was. He stroked your back gently, peppering soft kisses onto the top of your head. “How was yours?” You quizzed, glancing up at him for a moment before pressing your face back into his chest. God, he smelt so good; he smelt more than just his refreshing cologne, he smelt like warmth and kindness and happiness. He smelt like a dose of everything you needed after the day you had.

“Better now that I’m with my girl,” he smiled, giving you a tight squeeze before he released you. You leaned against the island counter while Chris proceeded to unpack the small bag of groceries he’d brought back with him. “So I’ve been thinking,” he glanced back at you, feeling his heart ache at the sight of your tired eyes. “Why don’t we go away for the weekend? We can rent a cabin, go immerse ourselves in the quiet forest. It’ll be nice, don’t you think?”

You knew Chris only suggested going out to a cabin when he was worried about you. It didn’t start out like that, it started off as a getaway where the two of you could spend some time alone without modern technology and people getting in the way. But over the years, it’d become a retreat where one could rid oneself of all the stress, and the emotional dread, and the weight of the world that was on one’s shoulders; that one being you, and occasionally Chris when he was having a particularly stressful time. It was a nice place to be because you wouldn’t have anything to stress and trigger you; you could just exist, drinking the calm and the quiet that Mother Nature provided. But it was also a horrible place to be because Chris would take that opportunity to talk to you, to worry and fuss about you, to love you with a love that you didn’t feel like you deserve, and unlike the city, you’d have no where, nothing, and no one to hide behind.

“I don’t know,” your fingers played with your right earlobe; a nervous tick Chris had deciphered over the years. “I feel like this isn’t a good time. You’re busy with work and I’m busy with work- I don’t think now’s a good time to have a getaway.”

“I think it’s because we’re so busy that we need a getaway,” he countered. “We can’t keep working ourselves to the bone, Y/N.” Especially not mentally, he thought but he didn’t say out loud. “I’m about to leave for Infinity War, now’s a good a time as any for us to have some alone time.” You let out a quiet sigh, but stopped arguing because you knew from Chris’ firm tone that saying no wasn’t an option. “Pack a bag, okay?” He kissed your cheek and you nodded with a forced smile. “We’ll leave in the morning.”
• • • • • • • •
The car ride out to the cabin wasn’t as bubbly as your usual car rides together; there was a fog of emotions, but happiness wasn’t one of them. You didn’t sing or joke, and you most definitely didn’t eat anything. It broke Chris’ heart to see you like this, and it broke yours to see what you were doing to him. It was actually your biggest fear to hurt him the way you were which was why you rejected him when he asked you out the first few times. He had this light in his eyes that you didn’t want to kill with your dark, you’d done enough of that over the course of your existence.

You’d lost friends, and boyfriends, and even some members of your family- you didn’t want to invest in another person only to lose them too. But Chris was persistent. He respected your decision to not be with him romantically, but remained in your life as a friend. A very good friend- a best friend that you couldn’t help but fall in-love with. He was the perfect man, he cared for you and loved you unconditionally. Even after finding out about what you suffered from, he didn’t go anywhere. He was one of the few who promised you a lifetime and actually proved he’d keep his promise, and so you let your walls down and allowed him into your life as your romantic partner.

Two and a half years later, after dozens of panic attacks and days where you’d avoid food altogether, you were still with him and he was as in-love with you as the first time he saw you. Till this day you didn’t understand why, because to you, you were unlovable. But that wasn’t how Chris saw you, he knew you weren’t your disorders; you were intelligent, and talented, and strong, and beautiful, and resilient. He loved you because of all that, but most of all, he loved you because you remained kind despite the constant hell you were dragged through. You may not have seen what he saw, but you were every bit the girl you aspired to be, and until you saw yourself in that same light- he wasn’t going to stop working you towards that.

“Hey.” You turned away from the window when Chris reached for your hand and pulled it onto his lap as he gave it a light squeeze. “What are you thinking about?” He asked then lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You felt your lips quirk into a smile; that was an act of affection you’d never get tired of.

“Nothing,” you shook your head.

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?” He quizzed and you nodded. “How much I love you.” He threw a grin your way and you managed a laugh; he smiled because that was what he loved to hear. “You make me feel like I’m the luckiest man on the planet everyday, Y/N.” He forced himself not to well up when he saw you did. “Everyday,” he repeated in a firmer tone.

“I feel the same way about you, Chris,” you squeezed his hand and smiled. “I love you to a point where you could easily ruin me,” you admitted under your breath as you pulled your hand from his. You didn’t mean for Chris to hear it, but he did and he understood it. It was the same for him; you were going to be someone he’d never get over if he was ever unlucky enough to lose you.

“I’m never going anywhere,” he glanced at you as you closed your eyes, pretending to drift off. “You know that, right?” He waited for an answer, but he didn’t get one. “I’m planning to spend the rest of my life with you, sweetheart.” He said as he came to a stop at a red light. He leaned over the gearbox and kissed the side of your head gently, whispering as he pulled away, “don’t you worry.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris watched you over the table as you unconsciously stared at your food. You were so used to contemplating the pros and cons of consuming anything that you didn’t even realize you were doing it until you called yourself out. It was incredibly heartbreaking for Chris to see that you couldn’t even do what humans were meant to do in order to survive without first spending hours fighting yourself on it. The motto you lived by: eating is a choice, not a necessity.

You had good days where you could eat and not feel like your entire world was falling apart, then you had bad days where you couldn’t even eat a salad without feeling like you needed to throw it back up. It was so fickle that you didn’t know if you were actually suffering from an eating disorder, or if you were just a health nut who wanted to look good. But no health nut would do what you constantly did to yourself, there was something definitely wrong with you.

Chris could still remember when he first confronted you about it, it was probably one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. You weren’t dating when he found out about your eating disorder, but he was already in-love with you so it didn’t stop his heart from shattering at the sounds of your cries. It didn’t seem like normal crying to him, it was as though he could hear your soul break. The pain you were in was immense but mental, and nothing he did could’ve taken it away. In that moment, seeing the love of his life bawl her eyes out, he thought he’d died and gone to hell.

“Are you going to eat that?” Chris asked gently.

“Um…” You looked up at him, your eyes glistened. “Yeah,” you forced a smile, “I am.” You picked up your knife and fork and poked at the roasted chicken breast on your plate before cutting a small piece and putting in into your mouth. “It’s good,” you mumbled after swallowing.

Now he didn’t want to push you, but his worry had reached the edge of the cliff. You needed to eat something and you needed to eat it now because he didn’t want you to get lightheaded or suffer from gastric pains again. “Y/N,” he began with a sigh.

“What?” You were frustrated with yourself and on the verge of crying. “I’m eating, aren’t I?”

“You have to try harder than that,” he told you. Both of you could both hear how worried he was for your physical and mental health, and that he was on the verge of crying too. “I know how difficult this-” he began but was cut off.

“I love you, Chris, but you don’t.” You shook your head as you rose to your feet, weeping as you did. “And I really don’t want to do this with you right now. Excuse me,” you walked out of the dining room and headed straight for the backdoor so you could take a walk and calm down.

The air was crisp outside. Actually, it was a lot colder than your unprotected body could endure. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing warmth through your thin sweater. You heard the door open then heavy footsteps crunching towards you, you closed your eyes and fought the urge to cry as Chris draped your coat over your shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing your arms. “You’re right, I don’t get it. If you’re not ready, then- you’re not ready.” Your shoulder shook gently as you cried as quietly as you could. “I can’t force recovery on you, I can just be here for you as you recover. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he repeated as he gently turned you around. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.” He cupped your face in his hands and brushed away your tears, starting to cry himself. “I’m sorry you’re going through all this, I’m sorry you think you’re not beautiful because you are.”

“I’m broken, aren’t I?”

“No,” he shook his head then pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. “You’re not broken, you’re just lost right now. But we’re going to get you out of this, okay?” He rubbed your back soothingly as you cried into his shoulder. “I promise you, this pain isn’t going to be forever.” He pulled back to take your face in his hands again, “and I always keep my promises, don’t I?” You nodded, sobbing. “So believe me, you’re going to be okay.”

“I love you,” you choked out as he pulled you back in for another hug.

“I love you too,” he whispered, clutching onto you as tightly as he could.

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Formal notice.

Dear Human,

This is a formal notice of your impending passing. Allow us to explain.

About one Earth-year ago, our race arrived at your planet and began a systematic harvest of humans, as was deemed ethical by the Etoxi Ethics Council due to the disease plaguing our planet. We were in dire need of bone marrow, and it happened that human marrow was compatible with our bodies.

However, you will be happy to know that we Etoxi value ethics and morality above all else. The Ethics Council ordered that once fighting ceased, remaining humans be wiped of recent memories and placed in comas with implanted dreams of life continuing normally. Thus, we have minimized suffering and allowed you to live in peace.

The arrival of this notification, placed somewhere accessible within your dream, indicates that your body has been sufficiently drained of all bone marrow. Rest assured that 100% of this marrow has been used for medical purposes, as required by the Etoxi Ethics Council. Because the electricity needed to maintain your comatose state is better used rebuilding our home planet, your system will be shut off soon.

Thanks to the Ethics Council, you are granted a 24 hour grace period to say goodbye to your dreamed friends and family. Studies have shown that humans pass away with more happiness when given the chance to bid farewell to others.

Please note that when your system powers down, you may regain consciousness briefly before passing on. Some sharp pain and memory regaining may accompany this. Please do not look down at your body; this may cause some distress.

Thank you for your service to our species. Your name will be displayed on a memorial in our rebuilt capital.

Have a good day!

Sincerely, The Etoxi High Council