what a great home that would be

anonymous asked:

Can you do a headcanons about what it would be like during a breakup with Sweetpea? And after?

  • It seems like you’ve been fighting constantly and the two of you can’t seem to reach a compromise anymore
  • Out of nowhere, he seems amenable. It’s sudden and you grow suspicious but at the same time you’re just so tired of fighting.
  • He asks you out for dinner, you go and have a great time. No fights, just enjoying one another. 
  • He takes you home, you invite him in, and of course, you end up tumbling through the sheets of your unmade bed.
  • He fucks you slow, as if he’s committing everything to memory. You get it, you know what’s happening but you want to savor this last night spent with him so you let him have you this way.
  • When you’ve finished a slow round one, you climb on top of him and fuck him wildly, making sure you’re the one he never forgets.
  • He wakes you up a few hours later with his mouth attached to your core making sure you never forget him, either.
  • You wake up the next morning to a cold pillow beside you and the only trace of him left being a small note which reads: “I’ll always love you. Love, Pea”


  • Fast forward ten or so years and you see him again at an event. He’s dressed nice, as nice as Sweet Pea can dress without becoming someone he’s not, anyway.
  • It’s by chance, completely unplanned. You notice he arrived to this party alone, and you can’t help but hope he stayed that way throughout the night. 
  • You brought a date but you mostly just came as friends, so you weren’t above ditching them and they completely understood. 
  • Your date told you to go get your man
  • So you did.
  • You went and said hi, and the two of you caught up over drinks and dinner. 
  • Before the night was over, you had pulled him into the beautifully adorned women’s room and locked the door. 
  • He had you perched on the sink and was sliding back into you, saying, “It feels so good to be home.”

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The Coco Novelization

Here are a few of my favourite parts from the Coco Novel that extends or adds to the story. There will be spoilers for the novel and movie here, and if you don’t want to be spoiled they should skip this post. Or if you don’t care I still highly recommend people to read the novel anyway.

~SPOILERS IN THIS POST! One last warning!

Okay here we go:

  • The Riveras used to make dance shoes, but when Imelda caught a teenaged Coco dancing with a pair of them she banned the production of them. The dancers of Santa Cecilia had to travel way out of town to get their shoes made.
  • Coco used to sneak off to Mariachi plaza to dance, and actually met her husband Julio because of dancing. But when Imelda caught them together she had Julio agree to no longer dance or play music, which he agreed to because he wanted to marry Coco. Julio’s family apparently made furniture and his upholstery skills came in handy in the shoe workshop. 
  • In contrast to her mother meeting her husband through music, Elena met her husband Franco because of shoes. As the Rivera’s are know to make the best cowboy boots that do not give blisters.
  • Coco used to sneak off at home, possibly to the same place as Miguel does in the future, to secretly dance. But one day she hurt herself while dancing by falling awkwardly. Victoria and Elena witnessed this happen and became distraught when they saw her hurt. This is possibly why Elena believes music is a curse as all sorts of coincidental mishaps happen whenever the family involves themselves in music.
  • After passing into the land of the Dead, Imelda immediately began her shoemaking company again. She takes pride in the fact that her family makes the best shoes in both the land of the living and in the land of the dead.
  • Felipe and Oscar had an inventive streak and loved to experiment with new ideas for shoes. After Miguel is cursed what they really want to ask him about the Land of the Living is what is up with this new hip thing the kids are wearing on their shoes called Velcro? 
  • Coco “I’m-gonna-sing-to-baby-Miguel-and-no-one-is-going-stop-me” Rivera. 
  • Coco secretly singing to Miguel as a baby takes new meaning when we learn that as Miguel grows up he secretly sang to Coco too sometimes.
  • Miguel thinks that Hector is falling apart both physically and emotionally.
  • Hector teaches Miguel and gives him tips for playing the guitar. When Miguel begins to wonder if his ‘Great-great-Grandpa del la Cruz’ would teach him as well Hector answers, “That’s what Great-Great-Grandpas do.” (I’m not crying you’re crying)
  • Imelda being baffled by how stubborn Miguel is and wonders where he gets it from, while her family stands around knowing perfectly well that he gets it from her.
  • Hector actually left home in hopes to gain more inspiration for his music. The only thing he wanted was the experience to help him make a living while doing something he loved. He never wanted to tour around different towns and cities every day for fame like Ernesto. The realization that he probably could have gained the same kind of musical inspiration at home hit him too late…
  • Hector and Ernesto grew up together as children. With Hector not remembering a time without Ernesto by his side, and thought of Ernesto as family. 
  • Hector died in Mexico City.

Thats it, I want to add a bit more but I also don’t wanna spoil too much, because I wanna promote literacy on you folks.

anonymous asked:

How would you describe Oedipus? I've been asking around and most people either give a generic description or "motherf*king" jokes so I was wondering how you'd describe his story? I see it as tragic but I just can't seem to paint the story from my mind to my mouth. I'm clumsy with words but I admire yours. You have this way with powerful, lingering stories, haunting tells and perfect endings. So.. how would describe the tragic hero named Oedipus?

oh, it’s a tragedy, of course it’s a tragedy, how can it be anything else?

but i think the tragedy is not in his actions, not in the father he killed nor the mother he wed nor the children he sired. no, it’s not in what he did, it’s in who he was, the tragedy here is that oedipus was a good man and a good king and unlike so many mythical figures, he did not reap what he sowed

the tragedy here is not that he was human and erred and suffered due to his errors.

it’s that he did not err, and suffered, it’s that the sins of our fathers are our sins too and we cannot escape them

the oracle of delphi gave a prophecy that foretold that any son of king laius would kill his father and marry his mother. so when his wife and queen jocasta bore him a son, he had the baby’s ankles nailed together and ordered him to be left to die.

laius erred. laius planned to kill his son of blood, who had committed no crime, who was in perfect health,  who had done nothing but be born. it is laius who committed the sin of infanticide, and through this sin all other such events transpired

a shepherd spirits the infant away instead of leaving him to die, and he is eventually brought to the house of king polybus and queen merope, where he is adopted. laius and jocasta have no more children, even though this leaves laius heirless. since we know jocasta will later bear four more children, we know it is not her whom is the issue here. after laius commits this grievous crime, he is left sterile, and this, here, is where i believe the curse truly begins.

the curse over thebes does not begin with oedipus’s rule, with his supposed transgressions. it begins with his father’s sin.

oedipus grows up a devoted and loving son. he eventually hears rumors about his strange birth and consults the same oracle his birth father had, and is told the same prophecy. not knowing he’s adopted, he think the prophecy refers to polybus and merope, and he flees his home, horrified at the thought that he could ever harm his beloved parents in such a way.

he’s traveling, and upon a crossroads he meets his birth father, laius. they do not know or recognize eachother. they quarrel about who may precede first. it’s important to note that laius is the one who attacks first, who’s so offended that this unknown man will not move for a king that he tries to kill him, unknowingly attempting to murder his son a second time.

oedipus kills laius, not knowing he’s a king or his father, rather than let himself be killed, and fulfills the first part of the prophecy. once again, it is laius’s actions that are the incendiary actions here. if he had not attempted to kill oedipus, perhaps he wouldn’t have died. if he hadn’t thrown his son away, oedipus never would have killed him, since he was so aghast at the possibility of harming his adopted parents that he ran from his home and his life rather than risk it.

oedipus acts in self defense. even if he hadn’t, laius had already tried to kill him once, although neither of them had been aware of it. a trial by combat would be the least of what oedipus would be owed. he breaks no laws, does not act in hate or malice or fear. oedipus kills laius, kills his father, but no great sin is committed. patricide is a sin, but defending yourself is not, refusing to die is not a sin.

so he travels, and lands upon thebes, where a sphinx has taken residence, eating anyone who attempts to enter the city and cannot answer it’s riddle, effectively cutting off all trade to thebes and trapping all its residents inside, lest they leave and never be able to return. was the sphinx here when laius left? we do not know. it doesn’t say.

but if it was – did laius leave his city to die? was this sphinx just another piece of the curse laius had brought down upon thebes by attempting kill his freshly born son?

oedipus, a cleverer man than any who have yet tried to enter thebes, answers the sphinx’s riddle, and the creature leaves, having been defeated by this man’s intellect.

oedipus is a man who has shown himself to be strong enough to kill a king, and clever enough to defeat a sphinx. he has not harmed any who did not first try to harm him, was so against committing harm against those he cared about that he simply left them behind. oedipus so far has shown no fatal flaw, no poor judgement, nothing damning or ruinous.

jocasta’s brother, creon, had said any man who could rid thebes of the sphinx would be named king, and given his sister’s hand in marriage. oedipus had not known about this before arriving. he had not come to thebes with the intention of becoming king.

but king he becomes.

he is given jocasta’s hand in marriage, and the final portion of the prophecy is complete. he weds and bed and fathers children with his birth mother.

notice, however, that this only happens in the first place because of how honorable and kind oedipus is to begin with.

jocasta is in her forties, at least. she may be a beautiful woman, but she’s not a young woman. yet there are no accounts of oedipus being unfaithful, or cruel. jocasta bears him four children, two sons and two daughters, when during those long years after oedipus she had not had another child with laius. if oedipus had rejected this widowed queen, said her age made her unsuitable, had taken mistresses, had kept her as a wife in name only – then perhaps so much pain could have been spared.

but he didn’t do that. oedipus took a wife twice his age, at best, took a woman who was not a virgin, who had been the wife of this land’s former king, and he dedicates himself to her. he is faithful and attentive, and she must be fond of him, because she later tries to shield him from the truth when she uncovers it.

which part of his actions can we take account with? yes, jocasta was his mother, and it is incest – but he didn’t know that. he didn’t want that. to do otherwise than what he did, to cast aside his gifted bride, could only be considered cruelty. and oedipus was not cruel.

many years after this marriage, a plague strikes thebes. why is not clear, because if it were truly due to oedipus’s actions, to the gods taking offense at this incestuous union between mother and father-killer, surely it would not have taken years to come to fruition?

but a plague comes, and the oracle says that the only way to lift it is to see that laius’s killer is brought to justice.

(is it laius, yet again, bringing sorrow upon his city? is it his restless spirit which curses all of thebes? it is a strange coincidence that the infertility which he was cursed with after trying to kill his infant son is the same plight that now faces all of thebes.)

and of course, of course, honorable and kind oedipus vows to bring the killer to justice, says that this killer will be exiled for his crime of murdering the king.

exiled, not killed, what a peculiar punishment, what a merciful punishment for a king killer, what a merciful judgement from a merciful man.

but things unravel, as they do. he tells creon to bring him the blind prophet tiresias, who tells oedipus that he must stop digging into this matter. but the good of his city is at stake, so he can’t, of course he can’t, and tiresias calls him false for not knowing his true parentage. he and creon quarrel, and slowly, oh so slowly, the truth comes out.

a messenger comes, saying that his adopted father has died, and oedipus is relieved. not for any malicious reasons, but because it means he won’t fulfill his prophecy of murdering him. he refuses to go home because merope is still there, refuses to take up the title of king that is surely his by right, because he fears harming his mother. when the messenger says that oedipus is adopted, and there’s no reasons for him not to go home, jocasta finally realizes that oedipus is her son. she begs him to stop his search for laius’s killer, desperate to keep the truth from him.

jocasta knows, and tries to protect oedipus. she must believe he’s worthy of being on the throne, he must have showed her kindness and affection if she’s so desperate to protect him from the truth, even at the expense of the well being of thebes.

but oedipus does not listen. he leaves, and finds the shepherd who gave him to his adopted parents so long ago, and discovers the truth.

he is the son of lauis and jocasta. lauis is the man he killed at the crossroads. he has killed his fathe and married his mother, all them each unaware of each other.

after this, there are differing accounts of what happened next.

sophocles’s account is most popular. he returns to find his wife and mother jocasta has killed herself, and he takes the pins from her broach and blinds himself, unable to stand the sight of her. he is then exiled, as he said laius’s killer would be, and his daughter antigone guides him until he dies soon after.

in euripides’s version, jocasta does not kill herself. oedipus is blinded by a servant of laius, and so justice is still served to laius’s killer, and he continues to rule thebes. i like to think jocasta rules with him, alive and well, because she no more deserved death than oedipus deserved blindness.

the tragedy here is not in oedipus. it is in lauis, the clear villain of this story, the one who damned and hurt and cursed all around him. he who caused so much strife, and then left it all for his son to fix, for his son to struggle with.

but he did fix it.

oedipus was a fair and just ruler of thebes, a kind husband to jocasta, a good father to his children, from all accounts, since antigone was so devoted to him, and he was disappointed in his sons for their selfishness because that’s not how he raised them.

perhaps oedipus is a story of how our fathers, our predecessors, those who come before us will curse us and damn us and leave us more problems than solutions can be found

perhaps oedipus is a cautionary tale, and our tragic figure is not oedipuis, but laius, who made his own ruin, who’s spiteful hands left scars on all they touched.

oedipus is a tragedy, but only because it reminds us that our own undoing, our own unhappy endings, aren’t necessarily within our control. our own tragedies may not be our fault, may not be due to our mistakes, maybe we didn’t earn our unhappiness.

it’s not fair.

it’s not fair, and that’s the true tragedy of oedipus. that good, kind, clever, merciful people can do their absolute best, can show kindness and sacrifice and love, and in the end it won’t be able to save them from the mistakes other people have made.

oedipus was a good man, and a good king, and it may not have saved him – but it saved all those in thebes.

yes, oedipus was blinded. yes, jocasta died.

but the spinx was gone, their line continued, and thebes thrived.

the tragedy of oedipus is the idea that we’re not in control of our own destiny.

the triumph of oedipus is the idea that we need not control it in order to have a destiny worth remembering.

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 1/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Suicide attempt?? , depression, mental illness’, mixture of fluff and angst throughout the series, homophobic slurs

A/N: Hi!! welcome to part 1 of IDK HOW MANY but ayy!! Honestly, i’M MAKING A TAG LIST FOR THIS SERIES SO IF ANYONE WHO DOESN’T WANNA FOLLOW ME OR WANTS TO BE NOTIFIED JUST ASK!!

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Richie Tozier brought the cigarette between his lips, letting the toxic smoke fill his decaying lungs and pulse throughout his insides and swirls around in each crevice of his body. He then takes away the cancer stick, after a moment blowing out the toxic waste into the thin November air.

Beverly Marsh raised an eyebrow at him, sitting across from the much taller boy on the brick wall with her own cigarette between her fingers. She watched as the smoke faded into nothing, sighing lightly as she proceeded to watch her best friend smoke away.

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After lots of science and crying, I ruined the paint on my Lynx Seventeen helmet and ruined it more by trying to fix it. Bleh good enough

Edit: it won’t let me put this in normal title format, so:

Almost Peaceful

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Four thousand planets in the Great Unity. Six thousand sentient species, give or take. Technology so complicated it could only be repaired by crews with multiple different cognition types on the team. And that’s not even mentioning the violent flare-ups that had brought the Great Unity down from eight thousand planets and fourteen thousand species. It was entirely understandable for the humans to be intimidated. But no, that wasn’t quite it.

To the species with similar intelligences and social structures, it almost seemed that the humans were embarrassed, of all things. But nobody paid them any mind. Their insistence on using the freely given technologies to outphase the signals that they had been broadcasting for cycles? Odd. Same with their social quarantining of all human history, and with the electromagnetic shielding of their quadrant. The only thing people really paid attention to was when this backwater nothing asked for the other species to delete the preliminary data gathered earlier. Some worlds balked at that, but this tiny, flimsy race was so obviously terrified that even the most predatory of the war races consented to the purge. It didn’t really matter anyways - their quadrant, an even mix of death worlds and featureless rocks, was otherwise entirely empty of life, sentient or otherwise.

The Alab were the first to realize how strange that had been. If humanity had then hidden itself away, kept from the rest of the universe, it would have been as expected (there were many shy, prey-evolved races), and they would have been ignored, as seemed their wish. But no. The flimsy bipeds built ships of their own, founded settlements on half a dozen worlds. And these places weren’t shielded like Earthspace was; instead they were as obvious and unshielded as possible. Curious about the oddity - they were a plains evolution, so curiosity fit them - the Alab ventured as close as they could to the strange cities without being spotted, hidden beneath the best cloaking the Great Unity had to offer.

As it turned out, they didn’t need to hide. Partially because the Humans saw them, somehow, and partially because the Humans invited them down. By now the Alab’s interest had attracted the attention of most of the Great Unity, who telepathically watched through the Alab sensory hearts as a world opened up around them.

This colony was not the tarnished scar they would have expected of a nascent race. Even the planet was different from the dusty rock it had started as.

A cool breeze touched the Alab delegation. It was scented with so many things that, for a moment, the Alab was frozen in simply trying to process the variety. The variety, of course, came from the masterpiece of terraforming before them: where there were one craters, glittering pools shimmered with the reflective scales of aquatic creatures; the star-burnt ridges now housed both massive, rigid photosynthetic organisms and prancing furred quadrupeds.

Even that brief glimpse sparked massive speculation on the universal scale. Were the humans genetic engineers whose art surpassed even that of the Tra'di? Did their planet simply have that many organisms, with an evolutionary history far enough beyond anything seen elsewhere, to create such variety of perfectly proportioned life? Landscape designers hurriedly took notes and scans, preparing for the unavoidable rush of requests for the new style.

But that wasn’t the mission, as stunning as the landscape was. The Alab turned around, clicking their hearts at the abrupt change in input. The city was massive, a gleaming wonder in stone and steel, somehow surpassing the crystal forests of the Mavse in elegance. The ships soaring through the skies above shone like the stars they sought, yet the Alab could pick out individual details on the designs adorning them.

Not long after this event, other species began to visit Humanity’s homes. Without fail, each and every one of them was uniquely beautiful. Their ships weren’t the fastest, but one couldn’t help but be impressed at their symmetry. Their music wasn’t the most complex, but it often gave rise to more emotion than actual empathic abilities. And each colony had its own biome, its own set of unique species, each more impressive than the last.

Rumors began to grow, as they do, surrounding the home world of the greatest artists the universe had ever seen. Some said that it was drab, focused on training the artists they sent out rather than on making the art itself. Others declared that Earth obviously was a religious secret (they had found out that humans had religion only a few cycles earlier. Of course, their prayers and monuments were the most beautiful anyone had ever seen), but that was scoffed at. The sheer breadth of human religions wouldn’t allow a decision that unified, the debaters pointed out, and at least one human would have given it away before now if it was something centered on faith.

By far the most popular opinion was that even the most wondrous works on the colony worlds paled in comparison to the splendor of Earth. Tales spread, saying that anyone nonhuman who saw Earth in all its glory would be struck silent by awe, never to speak again, for fear of diminishing the memory of what they saw. That Earth was so wondrous that the colonists saw their own worlds, home to more abstract riches and honor than most of the rest of the universe, as hopelessly utilitarian, as gray and lifeless in comparison as Raner Alikrem to Ormek 8.

Over the Human cycles, Earth grew in fame and mystery. Despite taking advantage of every advancement shown to them, Humanity never once volunteered knowledge or technology beyond that of their art and culture. Nobody minded, though, as said art was definitely worth the cost. Humans got more and more famous, and continually better educated, as the Great Unity slowly funded and rewarded their astounding work. But they retained their peculiar aversions, never accepting any weapons, or training, or even remotely militant designs, acting almost horrified at the thought of violence. It made sense, in an odd way. The fragmentary human history that had been gathered from the occasional interview with the taciturn race was as pure as it came, one where even hinting at conflict would see one shunned. Traders and scholars learned this quickly, taking specialized training in avoiding the subject just to avoid scaring their precious artists.

It was with this in mind that the Gald set out for Earth. They were one of the oldest species in the galaxy, and undoubtedly one of those for whom the times of peace chafed the most. It was in seeking both truth and conquest that they sent out their expeditionary force towards Earth. The logic was plain even to the most sedentary of species - if the most fascinating mystery in all the universe was being guarded by the eleventh most physically weak of the races, and the second least violent (the least being an immobile, telepathic cellscape that covered a small moon), then of course a predator-evolved race with an undeniable urge to spread their reach, grow their power, would eventually come after them.

The first fleet was more of a team of armed ambassadors than an armada. Even as they attacked, the Gald hoped to stay in Humanity’s good graces. The Gald kept in careful contact with them up until the moment they crossed over into the shielded Earthspace.

The first fleet was never heard from again. The Gald, logically assuming that some standard space disaster had befallen their fleet, sent another, this one with precautionary reconnaissance and messenger ships. Again, all was well up to the shielded space. The Gald, sure that the new fleet was safe from all but the strangest disasters, waited with bated breath for the return of the messenger ships.

The first one came back early, not only with a report from the fleet (no notable planets had been found yet, other than twelve deathworlds. The fleet continued its search for Earth), but with cargo. That was unexpected, to say the least. The messenger ships had been intended to fly back and forth across the shield, transmitting messages from one side to the other. That one had been used instead to transfer what looked like an derelict satellite meant that, whatever was on that satellite, it was worth looking in to.
The satellite proved a welcome distraction from waiting for the return of the second fleet. It had turned out to be an old mining surveyor, sent into what would become Earthspace mere ertd before the humans entered the Great Unity. It had been destroyed - they couldn’t tell by what - only twelve Human cycles before said entrance.

Excitedly, the Gald searched the recorded scans from the surveyor for images of Earth. It only took them a few hundred false positives - deathworlds and wastelands all - before they found it. A world, extremely high in water content, of substandard gravity. Cloaked, seemingly unintentionally, in a cacophony of electromagnetic signals, the world had all the readouts of a near-spacefaring race. The Gald, elated at their discovery of Earth’s exact location (what kind of planet hides themselves in the exact center of the protective shielding?), sent the messenger ship back across, with new commands for the fleet.

There was no response. The second fleet had, somehow, vanished.

Frustrated now, the Gald sent a proper fleet for the third time, targeting the exact location of their quarry. Armed with the most formidable equipment the Great Unity (home to almost a thousand intelligent warlike species) had to offer, and with a borderline-forbidden Breacher signal processing unit that would allow them to transmit past the shielding back to their home planet, they closed in.

Everything was going well - the invasion force was actually feeling a bit pointless - when they reached the first field of wreckages. They stopped for just long enough to check that there were no survivors of their fleet, and that there were no intact ships or weapon systems to harvest. It was when they reached the second fleet that they realized something might actually be wrong - these ships were perfectly bisected along the power cores, the corpses of their crew shot midfloat even as they died in the depressurization of space. But again, scans revealed no useful resources, personnel, or information about the opposing force.

By then the crews had begun to mutter. Nobody had any idea of what could have done all of this - the technology was far beyond that of the rest of the Great Unity. Some said that it was a rogue member of the Great Unity who had gotten there first. Others said that it was even a species from outside the known, who was trying to infiltrate the Great Unity through their physically weakest link. Either way, the mission of the Gald shifted in a new direction: save the humans from this strange new threat. The fact that doing so would net them the secrets of Earth was simply a bonus to a glorious war.

The high command glinted at that - it was a political win/win from something that they had expected to bring them only hatred. As the Gald, weapons primed against the unknown threat, passed into the solar system that Earth was supposed to be located in, they began to broadcast their oncoming victory across the universe. Every member of the Great Unity guiltily watched, greedy for the final answer to the Question of Earth.
The Gald passed the star that Earth circled. They counted planets our from the center, pausing when they got to the third nearest. It wasn’t Earth. Or at least, it didn’t look like it. There were no towering cities of light, nor were there full monasteries of inspiration. There were no massive tracts of wildlife, no “forests”, no poles of ice, no massive mountains. Even the water, which had before been one of the natural wonders of this world according to the mining satellite, had vanished, leaving the continents indistinguishable from the sea floor.
Horror and sadness filled the galaxy - clearly whatever had destroyed the Gald fleets had also smote the Earth into oblivion, leaving slag where there were once mountains, and radioactive craters where the satellite showed had once been glorious cities.

It was while the Gald drifted in shock that the armada appeared, dropping cloaks unlike anything the Great Unity had ever seen before unleashing whirlwinds of light and kinetics upon the unfortunate war fleet.

The signal cut off. Silently - so as not to alarm the human colonies, who had, of course, not watched - the myriad worlds of the Great Unity came to a consensus. They would keep this horrendous act of violence from the Humans for as long as possible. They would arm themselves, surrounding Earthspace with the best and brightest of every militant force the Great Unity had to offer. And they would study every recorded trace of the Gald transmission until they knew everything possible about those monstrous destroyers who came to be called the Worldbreakers.

Several erdt passed, with no trace of the Worldbreakers. Another fleet, armed again with a Breacher, was sent into Earthspace. They didn’t last long.

A pattern developed, over time. A fleet would go in, armed with the newest equipment, often technology inspired by their very foes. They would briefly be able to scan Earth and the neighboring systems, often places with even more melted planets, before being extinguished by the Worldbreakers. It happened again and again. The newest of weapons would be blocked with shields specifically designed against their unique energy signatures. The most outlandish of strategies was outdone as if textbook. Nothing could phase the Worldbreakers; it became clear that they had played at war at extremes beyond the imaginations of even the sadistic Denwim.

The Worldbreakers became a common component of human-free discussions. Cults formed around them, both worshipping their undefeated might and fearing the eventuality that they would notice the rest of the intelligent universe. And then the day came. The day that turned everything around. It was a combination of three simultaneous events, between an obsessive astronomical historian, a lab treating a Human child for brain damage, and a student’s analysis of the Gald transmissions.

The historian was comparing old electromagnetic transmission records to the current species database, to track how many near-spaceflight species actually developed it and entered the Great Unity. It was quite surprised when it found a plethora of electromagnetic records, all obviously from different species, from all across what became Earthspace. It wondered to its colleagues what could have happened to seventy-three distinct species that would leave no trace of their civilization. No disaster they could imagine would have allowed the survival of only the Humans, a race too fragile to survive much of their own planet, much less interstellar catastrophes.

The doctor who headed up the lab was doing routine lobe simulations, checking that each repaired part of the Human child’s brain worked as properly. He was quite interested in this, as Humans generally performed their own operations, and the Human brain was largely a mystery to most of the universe. He was hoping for some distinctive part that would explain Humanity’s artistic skills, so his simulations were very in depth.

One can imagine his surprise when, instead of symmetry and resonance being the core of the Human biopsychological makeup, his simulation showed little other than pure, unadulterated aggression and greed. Uncertain, he ran it again. And again. Then he called the other interspecies doctors he knew to have them replicate the results. It was confirmed - Humans, the race so famous for hating the mere thought of conflict, was at its core the most hateful species the Great Unity possessed, orders of magnitude worse than the Gald.

And the student’s work sealed the matter. In a thermometric readout of the planets destroyed by the Worldbreakers, she found that, according to standard interplanetary cooling formulas, the Earth had to have been destroyed long ago, before even the Humans reached out to the Great Unity to ask for privacy. Unity laws prevented locations with signs of unknown species from being placed under electromagnetic shielding and social quarantine, so the Worldbreakers couldn’t have been there to destroy Earth before the shield was placed. The paradox did not lend itself at all to any known theories.

The logic was clear. Even the hive minds agreed. Humanity was not the docile race of scholars and artists that they appeared. Nor were they shy about their homeworld. Not shy, but paranoid. Sensibly paranoid that, should the Great Unity discover their war-torn past, that they had not only destroyed at least seventy-three sentient species but also their own planet in the short time between when they had developed space flight and joined the Great Unity, the other members would have either fled or tried and failed to exterminate them. So they went with their other option - beauty. They hid their ugliness under a veil of wonder, only sending their unstoppable armada after those who came close to finding out their secret past.

The understanding rocked the galaxy. Nobody sane had even contemplated this before, that one species could appear so innocent and yet be so terrifying. Their worlds would never be the same.

Despite all of this, little to nothing changed for the Humans. Aliens still came from all over to view their work, even if they now did it with apprehension. Scholars still appreciated their mystery, perhaps all the more.

And, of course, the unofficial rule that the topic of violence was never, ever to be breached while Humans were in contact suddenly became a lot more official.


Tl;dr: Humans are the super shy aliens. Too bad. It’s always the quiet ones.

So many things learned and confirmed in this episode and my heart is full. Here’s my jumbled thoughts:

  • Kara and Alex not only shared a bathroom, like Alex said in the pilot, but a bedroom too. Something I vaguely remember learning early season 1
  • They did not get along with each other for a long time
  • They were little competitive shits
  • They were in the same grade, which I did not see coming. If Kara were just in advanced classes, they wouldn’t be in the same gym class
  • Kara’s wearing the necklace
  • Kara is SMART OH LORD IN HEAVEN THANK YOU FOR CONFIRMING IT
  • Kara learned calculus when she was 4 years old
  • Kara hates learning about history
  • Forget that, Kara hates school itself. And why wouldn’t she?
  • Kara was an outcast and got made fun of
  • Kara would break things in anger
  • Alex being in danger is what makes Kara use her powers after being told not to. It’s also what makes her stop
  • Kara looked up to Clark so much and just wanted to live with him my poor baby
  • Kara still does not feel at home on Earth. It’s the people, it’s Alex, that she finds a home in
  • I love Eliza. Just putting that out there

I know there’s a bunch more but I’m still trying to process such a great episode! and also ignoring the promo

BTS snapping at their s/o accidentally

Jin

As you entered the door after a long day of work, you smiled as you saw the boys scattered about. It was finally a day where you could stay at the dorms with them, after their insanely hectic schedule. You could smell food coming from the kitchen, and you realized how hungry you actually were. 

“Hey y/n” rap mon said from the sofa, you waved, dropping your bag and walking over to the kitchen. You ruffled Jungkook’s hair on the way, and he huffed, attempting to fix it.. You crept into the kitchen, seeing Jin working at the stove. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hobi the food isn’t done” he said in frustration. you stifled a giggle, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna have to talk to Hobi about being touchy with my man now aren’t I?” you said. He smiled, quickly trying to face you, but his hand hit the scolding hot pan in the process.

“FUCK!” he yelled, jumping back, causing you to let go.

“shit baby let me help..” you said, reaching for his hand but he snatched it back, burning it once more.

“y/n.. get the fuck out of my face… you’ve helped enough” he growled. You felt yourself tense up. Jin never cursed at you. You looked over, and saw the six boys watching you with their mouths hanging open. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of them, you swiftly walked to the living room, grabbing your bag, and heading home. 

A few hours later, after feeling like absolute shit, you heard a knock at the door. Puffy eyed, you opened it and saw Jin standing there with a Tupperware container in his non bandaged hand, and flowers in the other. You leaned against the door frame, staring him down. 

“What?” you said, in an almost inaudible voice. He melted at the sight of you, almost not being able to let words out.

“I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.. and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.. I swear I won’t do it again..” he whispered.You chewed on your bottom lip, and saw tears weld in his eyes. You broke, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek.

“it’s okay.. come inside..” you whispered. He softly kissed you, accepting your invitation inside.

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Suga

You smiled, happy at yourself with what you had done. Yoongi was at practice, and you managed to clean his studio. It was a disaster with the upcoming comeback. You sorted all of his papers, filing them all onto his desk in folders. You made sure everyone’s lines was sorted, songs were sorted by track number and color coded. Took his trash out, dusted, swept, the whole nine yards. Organized cd’s, flash drives, everything. anything to make yoongi’s life easier. You knew the environment was becoming a lot for him. You just wanted to make him happy. You ordered take out, and waited for him to stumble into the door, because he was coming to work in the studio after dance. It was simply meant to be a time you two spent together. As you heard the door creak open, you watched as an already exhausted yoongi walked in. You watched as his face contoured into an expression you didn’t expect. He looked angry. Infuriated. 

“what did you do..” he said.

“I cleaned up for you…. I know you were complaining that you needed to clean up.. so I did it for you..” you said, in almost a whisper. 

“What.. did… you… do..” he said. You stood silent.

“I had everything placed specifically a certain way! What the hell would possess you to do this!!!” he yelled. You stood dumbfounded. 

“Yoongi i-im sorry I only wanted to help….” you said.

“just.. get out of here please. I have to sort this mess you made.” he spat. You rose silently, walking out of the building. You stood outside, feeling confused, and guilty. While you did that, yoongi realized what you had done, and felt guilty immediately. You had made it easier for him, leaving little post it notes on the computer, indicating what meant what, and what color was assigned to whom. He also saw the bag of take out, and sighed. He ran outside, hoping to catch you before you got too far. 

“y/n..” he said breathlessly. You turned around, seeing him crouched over trying to catch his breath.

“i’m sorry… come here..” he whispered, taking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just stressed.. I shouldn’t have come at you.. you were trying to help me.. I love you.. thank you.. lets go eat..” he whispered, softly kissing you. You followed, slightly confused, slightly happy. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

J Hope

You were frustrated. Hobi hadn’t been home in hours. This was a reoccurring thing. The comeback was slowly approaching, so he spent countless hours in the dance room. He was constantly out, leaving early, returning late. You genuinely missed him. He wasn’t only your boyfriend, but your best friend. You sat on the sofa, fighting sleep to see him at least once. Hour ticked by. 12 Am. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. He walked into the door at nearly 4 in the morning. You sat up, and he sighed, taking his shoes off. 

“Hi baby..” you said, making your way over to him. He took his jacket off, not uttering a word. It was the first time you’d seen him in a while. You just wanted to hug him. You took the jacket from him, placing it on the sofa, and wrapped your arms around him. He pushed you off, with glaring at you.

“Geez you’re so clingy. I just got here and I’m tired” he said. You were dumbfounded, but mostly hurt. 

:Well. Sorry for being clingy. I just missed my boyfriend, and wanted to fucking see him so I stood up till almost 4 in the morning to see him. Sorry that I fucking missed you.” you said, tears burning your eyes. You made your way to your room, laying in bed. He went to the shower, and you heard him cursing under his breath. Tears slowly trickled down your cheek as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You sniffled, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just tired with the come back.. I didn’t mean it.. you know i love when you’re all over me…” he whispered in your ear. You remained silent. He softly kissed your shoulder and you melted against him. 

“I missed you too..” he whispered in your ear. 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Namjoon

Your boyfriend was always pranking you. Always. You decided to mess with him. You stored all of his tracks onto a USB, Triple checking to make sure it was all okay. You slipped it into your pocket, and deleted it from his computer. He walked in, sweetly kissing you and you toyed with your hands

“Joon.. I don’t know what I clicked.. but I accidentally deleted something off your laptop..” you whispered. He paled immediately. 

“not the tracks.. please tell me it wasn’t the tracks..” he whispered. You remained silent. He moved you to the side, seeing that they were gone.

“y/N WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. You jumped, not expecting that.

“I worked for weeks on this shit! Why the fuck did you touch my shit! How could you do something so idiotic!” he yelled. His voice boomed in the enclosed room. You felt small suddenly, tossing him the flash drive.

“it’s on here.. It was a prank…” you whispered, walking out of the room nearly in tears. He sighed, following you out. You locked yourself in the bathroom trying to calm down. He could hear your hiccup sobs from the other side of the door.

“baby i’m sorry.. please come out..” he said. You made your way out, arms crossed, sniffling. 

“You yelled at me..” you whispered, near tears again. He took you in his arms, trying to calm you down.

“i”m sorry baby..” he says.

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin

You were beyond excited. It was weeks of countless stress, studying and worry. You got your grades from your final exams. You passed! You literally ran to where your boyfriend was, in the dance hall working on dances for the comeback. You couldn’t contain your excitement.

“Jimin guess what!” you squealed.

“Not now” he mumbled.

“really quick baby I have great news!” You squealed. He glared at you, but you were still giddy and excited. 

“I said not now! I’m busy!” he yelled. You took a step back, trying to figure out who he was talking to. You shoved the paper in his chest, becoming angry like he was and walking out. When he would get home he would feel bad, seeing you on the sofa with your arms crossed, clearly upset. He crawled next to you, laying his head on your lap and not letting you push him off. 

“i’m sorry… I was rude.. Congratulations jagii.. you passed..” he said. You stared forward, ignoring him. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap, and placing his plump lips on yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist. You kissed back happily, and he smiled.

“Let’s go celebrate” he said, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom and you started dying. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

V/Taehyung

As you dropped off the last bag, you felt satisfied. You and your boyfriend decided to donate to the less fortunate. You both donated a bunch of clothes, as well as some money to help those in need. You went home, and saw your home in a war zone.

“Where is it!!!!!” you heard your boyfriend yell. You tiptoed over shoes, and sweaters, careful not to step on anything.

“baby?” you asked, looking into your bedroom.

“I can’t find it!” he yelled

“my sweater! my favorite sweater!” he yelled. You sat there, completely and utterly confused. Then you realized that it must have been at the top of the donations pile. Tae had the habit of throwing things in random piles, so you assumed it was for donations.

“… it wasn’t the black one with the grey writing on the front was it..” you asked.

“yes! have you seen it?” he asked.

“baby.. don’t get mad.. I assumed it was donations… It was in the pile-” you started

“What the fuck y/n!” he yelled.

“it’s not my fault you throw your shit around!” you yelled back. You stormed off into the living room, cleaning up. After he calmed down, he pulled you close to him on the sofa.

:im sorry.. it was my fault.. it’s going to someone in need.. you still love me right?” he teased. You huffed, looking at him.

“Sadly.” you responded. He showered you with kisses, and you smiled, feeling 1000000x better.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook

You sat in the kitchen, working on an assignment when you heard the front door shut. Your favorite time of day. Your boyfriend, Jungkook was finally home. It was really busy for the both of you lately. School had started again, so you were constantly studying, and his comeback was slowly creeping up, so he was always at practice, and rarely home. You missed him, and rarely got to see him. You were only lucky this time because you were up late to finish something. You walked into the living room, and saw him elevating his leg.

“What happened?” you asked, softly kissing him. 

“I fell at practice.” he groaned. you tried fixing the pillow, but he moved away. You ignored it, walking to the kitchen and getting him an ice pack.

“my poor baby.. do you want something for the pain?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. You’re acting like my mom” he said. You frowned, trying to put the ice pack on his leg. He moved away once again.

“I said i”m fine!” he yelled. You looked at him, irritation taking over.

“You bust your ass, I’m not the one who hurt you. Stop acting like a dick” you said, throwing the ice pack at his chest. You stormed out, and he sighed. Your attitude was the craziest thing he had experienced, but it was his favorite thing about you. You didn’t take shit from anyone. He felt guilty immediately, letting his pride get the best of him when you were only trying to help. You shut your laptop, going to bed. He hopped over, laying next to you and pulling you onto his chest.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad” he teased.

“Do you want another bad leg?” you asked. He grinned, softly kissing you.

“I’m sorry.. you were trying to help.. thank you babyyyyy” he said gooffily, trying to kiss you up.

“Jungkook you need to watch yourself.” you said. He continued kissing on you, eventually making you give in. 

“I love you..” he whispered.


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Feysand pregnancy headcanon

I have a headcanon that when Feyre is pregnant, Rhys is so happy but also so worried for her that he relentlessly bothers the doctor/midwife/healer (whoever they’d use in the night court) to ask questions about what’s safe e.g

- Rhys runs into their house late at night to ask if Feyre can have a hot bath, and how hot is too hot??

- Rhys winnows in around lunch time, holding a donut with a bite taken out of it, to ask if it’s healthy for Feyre to have sugary desserts

- Can Rhys take Feyre flying?? He has to know bc he’s too impatient to wait for the baby to be born to show them how great flying is

- What happens if Feyre shapeshifts while pregnant?

- Rhys tracks down the healer in the middle of the busy markets to ask if Feyre is allowed to winnow

(At this point Feyre has sent their healer many gifts to apologise for Rhys always barging into their home)

- Rhys insists that Feyre should still train and keep her fitness up so he sits down with the healer to create a workout routine that he can give to Cassian

- Rhys winnows into the healer’s home early one morning bc Feyre is sleeping on her side and Rhys always assumed she would have to sleep on her back and is this okay??

- However, the first question Rhys ever asked the healer was just one anxious word. Sex?

BTS Reaction to Their S/O Kissing Them After the Countdown On New Years

Namjoon

He had initially planned to kiss you at the end of the countdown for New Years but you had beaten him to it, surprising him as you smashed you lips into his with your hands tightly wrapped around your neck. You were caught up in the moment and went with the adrenaline of the moment. Laughing his his dimples popping out he quickly reacted by wrapping his hands around your waist and kissing you back.

“Let’s spend this year and many more together”

Originally posted by jungshiii

SeokJin

Jin was so caught up in the countdown with everyone at the party you two were at that he was shocked when pulled him in for a kiss. His eyes were wide at the sudden action but would kiss you back once he realised what was happening. He forgot about everyone around and focused on you and the kiss, thinking about bringing in a new year with the one he loved.

“As long as you’re by my side y/n, any year will be a great year”

Originally posted by 2hear

Yoongi

You knew Yoongi wasn’t into these sort of traditions such as kissing your significant other on New Years or like under the mistletoe for example but you were a sucker it. You two had decided to stay home and enjoy each others company instead of the hype of going to a party. Sitting on the couch watching the countdown on TV, after you calmed down from watching your boyfriend and the rest of the boys performance you where cheerfully screaming the countdown. As the last number was called at the clock struck 12 you basically pounced on your boyfriend with your arms around his neck and attacked his lips. Definitely caught off guard he was frozen in his seat with you straddling his lap. Of course he’d kiss you back but all the while he’d be chuckling at you aware that you were anticipating this moment.

“You are something else y/n”

Originally posted by itsbangtanposts

Hoseok

Hoseok would immediately send a shining beaming smile your way after you broke away from the kiss. He’d wrap one arm around your waist and caress your face with the other as he pulled you in to kiss you again. His tongue would slyly explore your mouth, while the hand on your waist would tighten around your frame. Slowly pulling away, slightly gasping for breath, he’d say, 

“Happy New Year baby. Let’s have fun together again this year”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jimin

This pure hearted boy would blush as he felt your lips attached to his. His face would heat up not expecting you to kiss him not knowing what to do. It was still quite early in your relationship so skinship was still quite new to him but he loved it none the less. Finally kissing you back until you pulled away, he smiled at your, feeling his stomach tingle with feelings for you. You started to laugh and he laughed along with you totally oblivious to the fact that your lip gloss got smeared all over his face.

“What’s so funny?”

Originally posted by jiminiminii

Taehyung 

Taehyung would laugh, suddenly breaking the kiss. His bright smile would make you want to kiss him all the more. You could hear the fireworks in the background crackling as you stare lovingly at his smile image. You swoon. He looks down at you, a serious gaze plastered across his face. *

“Let’s spend the rest of our years together, Jagiya”

Originally posted by aquaporis

Jungkook

Jungkook would a little nervous when it was approaching 12 o’clock, he wanted to kiss you but he was shy. You could sense his uneasiness and lucky for him you had the same idea and kissed him before he got the chance to. Internally thanking you for making the first move he kissed you back. Although it was an innocent kiss he cherished every moment. He was looking forward to spending 2018 with you and thinking about it had him pulling you back in for another kiss, this time without hesitation.

“Promise you’ll stay by my side” 

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

I’m done with you, Mr. Wayne - Bruce Wayne x Reader (angst?)

First, thank you very much for your comment, and then here for a somewhat angsty story based off your prompt  :-) ( I never know if I achieved my goal in making people feel with my stories so you know…). Hope you’ll like it :

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No matter what his brothers were telling him, how hard they were trying to reassure him and convince him that he did nothing wrong, Damian still thought it was his fault. Without him, none of that would have happened.

If he had been more careful, this all situation could have been avoided. His father wouldn’t be heart broken, and his mom…his mom…

No matter what his brothers were telling him, how hard they were trying to reassure him and convince him that he did nothing wrong, Damian still thought it was his fault. Without him, none of that would have happened.

Without him, his mother…He couldn’t even think the words. It hurts too much. To think he was the cause of it all ? It was even worst.

No matter what his brothers were telling him, how hard they were trying to reassure him and convince him that he did nothing wrong, Damian still thought it was his fault. Without him, none of that would have happened.

Without him…Without him…Without him his mother would have never left.

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College AU Headcanon

Jimin’s your typical sweet, happy-go-lucky dance major that smiles at everyone and buys coffee for the person behind him whenever he can because he’s just that nice, and Jungkook is his big, scary, badboy boyfriend that never talks to anyone unless absolutely necessary and is almost always seen in a leather jacket. 

They aren’t ashamed of their relationship in the slightest but that doesn’t mean that they don’t notice the looks they get when Jimin practically skips around campus with a thousand watt smile as he drags a tired and grumbling Jungkook around behind him. 

Before they got together, Jimin was the sweetest, most patient person on campus. His presence alone would brighten anyone’s day. Sometimes, when he’d go to the library to study, there wouldn’t be any seats left and so he’d settle for sitting on the floor in the back. And sometimes people were careless and rude and ended up stepping on his papers. But he was too nice to say anything.

Once they started dating, Jungkook changed everything. No one so much as touched him in the halls, and the same table was always mysteriously empty when he’d go to the library. His tattoos and piercings made people nervous, even if they’d never met him before. In all honestly, Jungkook had never done a damn thing to anyone. Maybe he got in a few scuffles back in high school, a few heated arguments at parties, but nothing that would justify the reputation he’d received. 

Honestly, Jungkook was just a big sweetheart that wasn’t good at talking to people and liked tattoos and piercings. So sue him for being awkward and appreciating art. 

Jungkook would get up early to walk Jimin to dance practice, even if he grumbled about being up at 6am while he did it. Dressed in sweatpants, a hoodie, and whichever beanie he could grab on the way out the door, Jungkook would lace their fingers together as they crossed the college campus, never paying any attention to the people staring at them.

Jimin would always make them breakfast whenever they had a day to themselves, bringing it in to the bedroom before crawling on top of a sleeping, shirtless Jungkook. He’d press kisses to Jungkook’s spine, working up until he reached his shoulder blades, then his neck, to his jaw, and finally, his lips. And Jungkook would be awake by the time Jimin would kiss him chastely, only to be pulled back into a more heated kiss after he’d roll over. 

“Good morning, handsome.” Jimin would grin and give Jungkook another peck as he blinked up at him, all sleepy and soft. 

“G’morning, baby.” Jungkook would hum back as Jimin traced the tattoos across his chest, relishing the weight of Jimin on his stomach and the feeling of his thighs around his ribs.

Those mornings would be spent in bed, Jimin sat on Jungkook’s lap as they ate, feeding each other bites, even as cheesy as it was. Later, they’d end up on the couch, Jungkook in sweatpants and Jimin in boxers as they lounged around, not really paying attention to the television as much as they were to each other.

And Jimin would always meet Jungkook outside the lecture hall for his music production class so they could grab lunch together. He’d smile and wave at him from across the hall as people trickled out the door before getting swallowed by the mass of students. As embarrassing as Jungkook would claim it to be, he couldn’t help the lopsided grin that would form when Jimin would jump up to stand on the bench above everyone. He’d only chuckle and let Jimin drape himself across his back before piggybacking him out the door. 

Sometimes it was hard on Jungkook. The stares and comments would get to be a bit too much and he’d just want to hide. But he couldn’t do that, so he’d lace his fingers with Jimin’s and squeeze until he looked away from whatever he’d been looking at. And Jimin would know; he always did. 

As sweet as Jimin may be, more people had seen him lose his cool than Jungkook. And it was always for the “badboy” himself.

“He’s no good.”

“Look at those tattoos, he’s a delinquent.”

“He’ll just end up in prison.”

Jimin was always the first person to jump to Jungkook’s defense, regardless of how many times he’d claim that they didn’t bother him. 

“Alright, listen up jackass-.” He’d scold people for saying such things about his boyfriend and it usually ended with Jungkook holding him back and tugging him in the opposite direction.

“They aren’t worth it.” He’d have to whisper into Jimin’s ear, quietly trying to calm his boyfriend’s raging fury as he glared at some middle-aged businessman from across the sidewalk.

“Baby,” Jimin would take Jungkook’s face in his hands, thumb grazing his lip ring, “I’m not going to let them talk about you like that.”

“Babe, I told you it doesn’t-”

“I know you only say that because you know how upset I get about it.”

Jungkook would sigh, knowing that he’d been figured out. Jimin would press a kiss to his lips and pull him into a hug, glaring at the businessman and flipping him the bird before pulling Jungkook away. They’d end up outside an ice cream shop, Jimin sitting back against the building as Jungkook laid his head in his lap. 

“I don’t care what anyone says,” Jimin would start, aggressively licking the ice cream cone in his hand, “you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”

Jungkook would grin up at Jimin before tugging him down my his collar to kiss him. Afterwards, he’d lick his lips and smirk.

“I don’t know, babe. You’re pretty sweet yourself.”

And Jimin would just roll his eyes and let Jungkook kiss him again, pretending that he wasn’t just licking into his mouth for the ice cream. He’d nip at Jungkook’s lip, gently tugging on his lip ring until he’d groan and drag Jimin home.

4

September - 27 - 2017 🍁 9/100 days of productivity

My classes today were interesting and productive and I only had two hours of school, but I felt sooo tired when I drove back to home. I knew I would not study immediately, so I decided to do a little ‘treat yo self’ thing. I bought a scented candle (unfortunately the color is brown, but the smell is soo good!), it smells like roasted chestnut (this is what the tags said, i don’t know if roasted chestnut smells like this :’) and a cotton shopper (a very cute one, with green leaves). 

When I came home I made myself some lunch and watched ‘Wallander’ (seriously, you need to watch this serie!! It’s really great!)

I have to make some physics homework, that’s what I was doing here. But at the moment I’m not motivated at all, so I’m going to listen to my study playlist, drink some coffee and continue with physics (trying not to procrastinate any longer by typing this post haha). 

Meet the Deathworlders

I was reading through one of my favorite tags, Humans are Weird Space Orcs, when I had a thought. Humans are always depicted as being unstoppable, the strongest, cleverest, most adaptable, and most importantly from a deathworld called Earth. But there are plenty of plants like Earth in even just the Milky Way. Would these also produce Deathworlders? It’s probably been done already, but here’s my take on Humans meeting a second species of Deathworlders.


When Humans first joined the Wider Universe as space faring beings, there had never been anything quite like them. Fleeing from a homeworld gone mad with war and disease, the surviving Humans quickly began colonising their home system and repopulating themselves. When the first other space faring species, a small contingent of Rakash from the next system over, hailed the Humans on their home base Luna, there was great fanfare. The Humans pulled out all the stops to welcome their guests, though the ship that found them was little more than merchants and travellers. The Rakash would later tell great tales of their new friends, the magnificent light shows they’d put on, if primitive, the food, if tasteless, and the hospitality, a bit rough around the edges.

Regardless of the less than spectacular welcome, what struck the Rakash most was the human’s ability to survive. Of course, they were not the first species to settle a crater scarred moon, but they were most certainly the first to make it their Exodus World. Even more so, their willingness to give up their homeworld and search for greater things among the stars spoke of a hardiness and pragmatism that the Rakash would never have believed, were it not displayed before them.

And what a homeworld it was! The first scans by the Rakash were not only surprising but downright horrifying. The world was covered in seventy percent water, and the dominant species had been land based. That same species had settles in icy tundras, on the sides of active volcanoes, built cities in the sides of cliffs, it was madness. How could a squishy little race like the humans survive such a brutal place, thrive even. And yet, here they were, standing before the Rakash in their basic cloth garments and surviving one technology far outstripped by even the most basic of spacefaring species. So the Rakash, after gifting the Humans some supplies as a promise, returned to their homeworld, excited to share the news of new life and a potential ally.

The Humans made great allies, as it turned out. Strong in their convictions, clever with their words and trade, steadfast in friendship, and brutal in war. They were the most feared power in the Wider Universe for hundreds of years, building a powerful collective of species and planets that allowed them to further expand and explore the endless void of space.

That is, until the Vraxi came. The Thirteenth Galactic Cluster had rarely produced any spacefaring species of note. Most species avoided the Thirteenth altogether, aside from pirates, smugglers, and the like. Perhaps this had a hand in the unfriendly first encounter between the Collective and the Vraxi. This meeting occured, of all places, at the capital space station of the Collective, Illuminated Mind.

During the annual summit between all the major Spacefaring species, at which the Humans were honored guests, a small fleet of ships appeared just out of range of Illuminated Mind’s defenses. Scans revealed the ships to be of unknown origins, sporting shoddy construction and unnecessarily aggressive decoration. The lead ship had a long line of spikes trailing from it’s bridge to the engines, serving no purpose than to frighten some species and offend those with spikes. The rest of the species, realizing that a firm word and dangerous action might be necessary, sent their resident deathworlders to negotiate with them. A delegation of Humans met in Illuminated Mind’s bridge, as the first view of the Araxi appeared on screen.

They were hideous and horrifying. Standing at an estimated ten feet tall with thick scales on their skin, misty eyes, tongues of fire, and scaled, purple tentacles running from their scalps to serve as a mockery of hair. Their dignitary, the largest of the half dozen pictured on screen, growled in a terrible voice, a guttural language from the depths of xer throat. It took the traslation algorithm ten Human minutes to figure out the language, before revealing what the creature had said,

“We are the Vraxi. Who are your greatest warriors?”

All the species backed away from the screen in terror and shock, leaving on the Human dignitary behind. After a quick look of disgust at their fellow diplomats, the Human cleared their throat and said,

“My people. We are called Humans.”

This was met with what could only be described as the sound of metal wrending metal, which the algorithm translated as laughter. When this died out, the leader of the Vraxi spoke again.

“You could not defeat us in a million years. Try, and we will wipe your fleets from the void.”

There was a pause. Everyone in the room expected the Human to respond with a threat, to head straight down to their ships and engage the Vraxi in combat.

The Human laughed. For a moment, the Vraxi leader looked outraged until the Human explained. No one had threatened a Human in centuries, not even doubted their abilities. Everyone looked at the Deathworlders and considered them invincible. To finally meet someone who was not afraid at the word “Human” was refreshing.

Ignoring the worried looks of their comrades, the Human dignitary invited the Vraxi to board Illuminated Mind, and meet with them face to face. The Vraxi, after a moment of consideration, agreed.

They seemed surprised.

When it was revealed through diplomacy that the Vraxi were from what the Humans called an “Earthlike planet” the rest of the species were appalled. One species of Deathworlders on the universal stage was bad enough, never mind two. Even the greatest Warrior-Prince of Ecklon V looked frightened as the Humans and Vraxi began to grow close, an expression which shifted to downright horror after the two species made an alliance that first day.

Even now, centuries later, the Humans and the Vraxi are close allies, serving on each others ships, mating with one another, waging war side by side. Woe betide those who dare stand against the Deathworlders, for they are a terrible foe. Generals quake at the sound of their names, nobles and diplomats are hasty to agree with their terms, and daring philosophers put forth strange new theories in the light of their friendship.

First: What kind of unkillable monster would the two species make if they were genetically compatible?

And perhaps more frighteningly, second: What if the other “Earthlike planets” also have life, life that is just waiting for its chance to take to the stars and join the ranks of the Deathworlders.


Feel free to add on if you like!

Ride Me Baby *Part 3* (Harry Styles Mature Mini Series)

Originally posted by hipsterharrey

Hiya guys, so finally I’m getting this chapter up. I am beyond over whelmed with the feedback ive been getting from this series and I cant be more thankful for you guys reading it and enjoying it! I hope you enjoy this chapter! –K

**WARNING, EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18

Word Count: 5,869

Y/N’s POV
As I stood there speechless staring at Kendall as she was staring at Harry then glaring back at me like I had done something wrong. Has Harry been cheating on me with her this whole time? My heart started to sink at the thought. Harry and Kendall did date for a while but broke up because of the public always stalking them or taking pictures 24/7, so for all I know Harry might still have feelings for her and sleeping with her behind everyone’s backs. And by his reaction it seemed like he was happy to see her, even though I was standing right there. “Your faces are priceless, cant believe you fell for that one” Kendall started to laugh uncontrollably as she stood clapping her hands applauding her performance. “What the fuck Ken?” Harry’s face slightly changed into a crooked smile as he joined in with her laughter. “What are you doing here? Please come in” He steps backwards as she walked into our room, with her long legs and flat stomach that was on show under her crop top. She is so beautiful, why did he leave her for me? “Y/N?” My head shot up as I was startled out of my train of thought. “Sorry?” “How are you doing sweetie?” Kendall came over to great me with a hug, which I accepted. I had to. Ive never really sat down and got to know Kendall to know what she is like. She is so sweet and polite, I have no hate against her. But for some reason I don’t like her either. “Im good thanks how are you?” “Good, how are you guys enjoying your trip?” “Yeah its great, Y/N has always wanted to come here so I surprised her for our anniversary” Harry butted in as we walked into our kitchen. “Oh my god I’m so sorry I interrupted, I seen that you guys were here so I thought it would be rude not to come down and say hi” She giggled as her stare as with Harry through out the whole conversation. Now I know why I don’t like her. “Aw thank you for popping in Ken” His stare was with her, again. I don’t know whether I’m reading too much into this situation but with the atmosphere it seemed like he was glad to see her or something, I don’t know.

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It was very strange when I first started, but now it’s very familiar to me and I feel most at home on a film set. My first day filming ever was with Sean Bean, Peter Dinklage and Lena Headey, and a ton of these great actors doing this big scene. It was so daunting with all the cameras around, and I didn’t realize that people would get you what you wanted – I’d ask ‘please may I go and get a bottle of water,’ and they’d go, ‘No, I’ll get it for you,’ and that was very strange. It’s normal now – but I still get my own bottles of water!

Headcanon: Aizawa and His sweetheart

I’ve had this angsty headcanon ever since I first heard of Dadzawa and Shinsou (thanks @keiid for those feels) but I couldn’t help but think that if Aizawa was Shinsou’s dad there must have been a girl right?

I imagine that Aizawa had a high school sweetheart and things happened that BAM smoll lil Shinsou (yet at the time they were still deciding on the name) was born. This girl and Aizawa both feared of raising a child but it was the girl who saw the bright side of it, they had a child together and they could make it if they had each other. Aizawa could do this if he had his love right by him raising their child. And past the fear of having a child at a young age and the desire to become a hero but may not have the chance now, he loved his kid. 

Yet one tragic event led to the girl being killed in a villain attack and Aizawa didn’t have his girl anymore, he didn’t have his love anymore, and shinsou did not have a mom. Everything came crashing down and he felt empty, lost, and scared for his baby. All negative things ran to his head that he can’t raise a kid by himself, the safety of his kid, what if he were to get killed? He thought he was unfit to be a dad. So he turned to his last resort and brought his dear baby to a foster care home where he knew he’d find a loving family who would care for him and keep him safe. But before he left him and he said one last thing to him. 

“You’ll be a great hero someday…I just know it” 

However, he didn’t expect that 15 years later he would see his son again, Shinsou, at UA. He couldn’t help but feel this sense of pride and happiness of seeing his son again and aiming to be a hero.  To which leads me to imagine the whole mentor thing in which Aizawa decides to mentor Shinsou so he can get close to him. 

Honestly I love the idea of Aizawa being shinou’s dad and him mentoring him. 

Unexpected Alliance

Request: “I have a request for Pennywise, lovely author! The reader was bullied by Bowers and his group, they accidentally killed her, and left under the Kissing Bridge. Pennywise helps her, because he feels her urge to have vengeance.on them. He’s happy about his insane, little girl. I want this to be pretty crazy and unstable, yet in their own way — lovely. Love your work! Keep it up, talented woman!🎈💝”

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader and slight Stan Uris x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death and violence

A/N: I currently have 9 requests in my inbox idk how many I will be able to complete today but since I get homework on weekdays for school I’ll probably only be able to post one imagine everyday throughout the week instead of 4 imagines in one day I’m sorry but I hope you all understand. 

You were beautiful to say the least and incredibly smart you had both beauty and brains. Every guy in Derry High School wanted to have you and every girl wanted to be you. For years ever since you were little you always rejected Henry Bowers, he wanted something with you but of course you didn’t. Over the years you had developed a crush on Stan Uris. 

Yes the Jewish handsome boy that sometimes got made fun of was the guy that had won your heart. You knew he also felt something for you because his friends would constantly tease him every time you were around him. They also confirmed that he was crushing on you and that Stan was just waiting for the right time to ask you out. Yay!

“Have a great summer Stan.” You smiled as you walked out of the school with him. It was finally summer break!

“Thanks you too I hope I’ll see you around?” He asked.

“Of course I’d love that.” You smiled.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” Stan asked.

As much as you wanted him to you noticed his friends all staring at him from across the street waiting on him or trying to read your lips to know what you were talking about. Who knows.

“No don’t worry about it go with your friends they’ve made it pretty obvious that they have a lot to talk to you about.” You giggled.

You were referring to the insane amount of questions the boys would ask him. What were you guys talking about? Did you ask her out yet? Are you going on a date? Will you be hanging out together over the summer? The list goes on. 

“No no it’s fine I can hang with them all later.” Stan said.

“Stan.” You said placing your hand on his shoulder before continuing to talk. “It’s okay don’t worry I can handle myself I’ll be fine.” You smiled.

Stan looked at you with a concerned look before he finally said, “Alright just please be safe and careful I’ll see you later?” He asked.

“Don’t worry I will and definitely.” You kissed his cheek and grinned like a cat when you noticed he was blushing like madly.

You winked at him before going down the school steps and making your way home. Not before glancing at Stan’s friends and saw that they were smirking at what had just went down, you giggled silently while shaking your head.

Unfortunately your excitement didn’t last long your wide smile faded when you heard Henry Bowers’ car make a loud screech sound as he stopped the car. You took off running as he stepped out of his car.

“Get over here you bitch!” He exclaimed as he took off running after you.

Your running didn’t last long because he tackled you to the ground before throwing you over his shoulder. You kicked and punched him trying to get him to let go of you. Fortunately he did. Unfortunately he threw you into the back of his car, the trunk more specifically and took off driving. What the hell.

You tried lifting the hood of the trunk but obviously it was no use. You whimpered in fear not knowing what he was going to do to you. Finally the car came to a stop, you heard Henry’s footsteps approach the trunk. He opened it and pulled you out of it grabbing your arm and your hair with his hand.

“Hurry up bitch let’s go!” He said angrily as he led you to the kissing bridge.

He pressed you up against the fence and pulled out his knife clicking it out of it’s case.

“Do you know why we’re here?” He asked.

“No.” You whimpered, 

“Well I’ll tell you why. You have been rejecting me for years constantly over and over again but then when little Stanley comes into the picture you FALL FOR HIM IMMEDIATELY AND GIVE HIM THE ATTENTION THAT I WANTED!” Henry exclaimed as he pressed the knife up against your neck.

“Because he’s more of a gentleman than you’ll ever be. He doesn’t terrorize kids or leads a gang full of assholes and morons. I’d rather be with him then you anyother day.” 

Henry raised his arm and slapped you across your face. You whimpered in pain as you grabbed your cheek you could feel a large bruise forming already.

“You’re going to fucking pay for that you bitch. If I can’t have you then no one can.” Henry raised the knife over his head. Oh hell no you weren’t about to die like this.

“No!” You exclaimed.

You raised your legs up to kick Henry causing him to fall on his back. Unfortunately for you the impact was so hard that you flipped over the wooden fence and tumbled down a large steep hill. You could feel the leaves, rocks, and wooden objects hitting your body as you continued to roll down. Once you finally came to a stop you were unconscious. 

Noticing this Henry ran inside of his car and took off leaving you to die all by yourself. Well that’s what he thought, far away but close enough to hear the dialogue that you and Henry had exchanged was heard by a clown. He made his way over to your unconscious body picking you up.

“Although your unconscious I can feel your anger raiding off of you. I’ll bring you back so you can finish him and his little friends off.” Pennywise smirked.

He went over to the small stream with running water, he set your body down and placed his hand on your chest trying to get your heart to pump. It took several tries but finally he did it. You gasped as you opened your eyes and flailed in the water. You stopped once you noticed who was looking at you, a clown. You backed off in fear walking backwards.

“It’s okay I’m not going to eat you.” He reassured.

“I know who you are why should I believe you!” You exclaimed.

“Because even though you died I didn’t eat you I could’ve but I didn’t okay.” Pennywise said.

“Well no one told you to revive me but here we are.” You said crossing your arms.

“A simple thank you could’ve been great. Now I’m starting to regret not eating you.” Pennywise huffed.

“Thank you there I said it now why did you save me?” You asked as you sat down on a large rock as you squeezed your hair trying to get the water out of your locks.

“I saw what that jerk Henry Bowers tried to do and did to you I could feel your anger so I was thinking I’d spare your life so you could get back at him.” Pennywise explained.

“So you want me to get back and him and maybe his friends as well so you can have your little all-you-can-eat buffet then go hibernate again?” You asked.

“Mhmm and that way I won’t have to feast on innocent little kids I can feast on the morons who don’t deserve to live.” He smiled.

“I think I’m going insane I’m actually thinking about accepting the offer.” You said shaking you head. 

“Well then accept it, he could’ve killed you and you would’ve never been with your precious Stanley Boy if I hadn’t saved you. You’re alive because of me so go and teach that Henry Bowers a lesson. You wouldn’t have been able to do that if he killed you.” Pennywise said as he placed his hands on your shoulders and whispered into your ear.

“Okay fine deal. I’ll take him and his little friends out then they’ll be all yours.” You stated.

“But what if his friends try to protect him?” Pennywise asked.

“If they try and protect him then we kill them.” 

“I like the sound of that who knew you had this in you.” Pennywise was fascinated he never knew that a sweet and gentle girl like you could have such a dark. mysterious and disturbing side. 

“Looks can be deceiving.” You smirked. “Now I better get going.” You continued.

“Leaving so soon?” Pennywise asked.

 “I’m supposed to meet up with Stan he is not going to be happy when he sees this.” You huffed.

“Okay partner I’ll see you around.” Pennywise said as he waved.

“Definitely.” You smirked as you walked away.