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Dear LGBTQ community: we should be able to disagree with & even sass each other without calling each other *—*phobic. We shouldn’t be so afraid of offending someone that we stop speaking our mind or cracking jokes. And we should assume the best of each other instead of the worst. No matter who you are or what you think, other members of the LGBTQ community are not your enemy. They are your family. And like all families, we disagree and annoy and infuriate and sometimes don’t really get each other. And that’s ok. Because we can get through all that if we remain strong and loyal and remember that no matter what happens, we will always have each other. So go ahead. Be snarky. Ask questions. Challenge ideas you don’t agree with. Laugh at yourself. Laugh at each other. It’s ok. No matter what you say or do, we’ll always be there for each other, and in this big scary world filled with an overwhelming majority who does not understand or support our very existence, the little bickering doesn’t matter. 

Let it go. 

Deliberation (Final Rose)

News of the battle that had taken place on the other side of the gateway - in anther galaxy - had been swiftly relayed to the Empire and the Alliance. Naturally, opinions on what to do next were divided.

“I say we conquer them all.” The Dia-Farron representative cackled evilly and rubbed his hands together in glee. “Based on the reports we’ve received, we’re clearly far more advanced than them on a technological basis. We can wipe out these Reaper things and move on from there.”

Empress Averia VII sighed. “We’re not going to be conquering anybody.” She paused. “Yet.” As crazy as it sounded, she wasn’t going to rule out anything at this point. “But you know standard Imperial policy when encountering new sentients, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, Your Majesty.” The Dia-Farron huffed. “But we’d be doing them a favour. The files we’ve received indicate that they’re ruled by a bunch of indecisive fools. And their technology - that Element Zero of theirs is certainly useful and we’ll definitely be taking a closer look at it, but it seems to have stunted their technological development significantly. They use it for everything, and it gives them tunnel vision.”

“Not everyone can be as imaginative as a Dia-Farron,” Averia replied. She nodded at one of her other advisors, the Minister Without Portfolio. He was from the Line of Anna. “Your thoughts, Snow?”

Snow took a moment to consider his words. “Although I’m not endorsing invasion, we can certainly turn this to our advantage. In exchange for our help against the Reapers, I’m sure they’d be willing to make concessions. If our analysis of their technology is correct, their faster-than-light travel systems are considerably inferior to ours. Indeed, most of their large-scale travel seems to be conducted through the Mass Relays, limiting their travel to areas connected to the relay system. There are thus significant volumes of their galaxy that they cannot easily access…”

“And we’d be asking for these in exchange for our help?” Averia asked. Her lips curled up into a grin at the completely innocent look her cousin - many times removed - gave her. “Not a bad idea. We’d be able to secure territory without having to attack these sentients, and they wouldn’t feel particularly put out by it either.”

“I still say we should conquer them.”

“Oh, stop it.” Averia nodded at her other advisors. “I’d like to hear what each of you have to say.”

One by one, her advisors offered their opinions. They didn’t all agree, but she didn’t want or need them to. It was their job to present her with varying points of view, and it was her job to determine the best course of action for the Empire. She was certain that Weiss was in a similar meeting with her advisors amongst the Alliance.

“Jahne,” Averia said at last. “What do you think?”

The bearer of Ragnarok grinned toothily. “I think I’d rather be over there than here. These Reapers remind me of the Grimm. It’s got me itching for a fight.” She paused. “But I happen to agree with Snow. Our technology is advanced enough that even if the systems we’re given aren’t ideal, we’ll be able to terraforms worlds as necessary and mine asteroid belts and the like for further resources. However, you’ve seen the readings. Their galaxy lacks Dust, and their citizens lack Aura.”

There was a low murmur of unease from the people in the meeting chamber. Averia gestured for calm. They had never before encountered advanced life forms lacking in Aura other than the Grimm. Even cats and dogs had Aura, albeit usually much less than a person. It was a part of whom they were.

“I believe we can explain that,” the Dia-Farron said. “One of our scientific research teams went down to the surface of the planet the Reapers were attacking. It is Silent.”

“Are you certain?” Averia asked.

“Their data was clear. The planet was Silent. If all of their planets are Silent, then their lack of Aura is not surprising.”

Averia frowned and thought carefully over her advisor’s words. The source of Dust had been discovered during the Age of Heroes after a team led by Professor Dia and Diana Yun-Farron had uncovered an ancient ruin that led deep beneath Remnant’s surface. 

The planet was alive. Dust was nothing less than the crystallisation of the Planet’s Aura. It was why it stopped working when it was too far from the Planet. Expansion to other worlds had revealed that many of them were alive too, and all of them had possessed Dust. Silent planets were not alive in the same way. They had no ambient Aura and no Dust. It was exactly as the Cetra of old had said although no one had believed the ancient writings until then.

So far, they had yet to discover advanced lifeforms on planets that were Silent. That wasn’t to say something had to be born on a living planet to have Aura - many of the Empire’s citizens were born in space - but it appeared to be necessary to have descended from beings that were born on a living planet.

Of course, just because a planet was alive didn’t mean it could be spoken to although there had been several successful attempts over the years, always involving people with trace amounts of Cetran ancestry. Indeed, the only ones who could do it consistently were the Cetrans themselves although they were a rare sight outside of their systems. Averia smiled faintly. That had been lucky turn of events. Several thousand Cetran had survived on a lost stasis ship, which Remnant’s civilisation had discovered roughly one thousand years after they had begun to explore the galaxy.

They owed the Cetrans a great debt, for the Cetrans had themselves fled to Remnant before being all but wiped out there after arming the populace and teaching them many things. As such, the Cetrans were given systems of their own and left largely to their own devices as they sought to rebuild their shattered race. To date, they had kept to themselves with only small numbers of them venturing into Imperial space.

Still, Averia’s ancestors had learned how to terraform worlds and, more importantly, how to bring them to life. Remnant was a living world, and apart from the Dust it produced, it made… seeds was the best way to call them. They could be carried to another world and implanted there, to grow and eventually bring a world to life. Advances in understanding how seeds and a planet’s Aura worked had allowed Dust to be useable in space for centuries.

“Can we plant seeds on their worlds?” Averia asked.

“We plan to try once we know which worlds we can expect to hold for an extended period of time,” the Dia-Farron said.

“Good. I like Snow’s suggestion. I would like to pursue it, and I will get into contact with Weiss to see what the Alliance thinks.” Averia paused. “But for now, we wait. We’ve allowed ourselves to be seen. It won’t be long before one of the governments over there contacts us.”

X     X     X

A galaxy away…

Jane Shepard stared at the wall. Earth was gone. They’d lost Earth to the Reapers. This… She swallowed thickly. She would give anything for this to be a dream, but it was real. It was far, far too real. She was tugged back to the present by a message.

“Commander.” It was Miranda. “I… I have something you should see. It was forwarded to me by one of my contacts along the frontier.”

“What?” Jane growled. “What is it?”

Miranda’s voice was… hesitant over the comm channel. “Just… look.”

A file was uploaded onto her omnitool, and Jane watched it with growing amazement. It was a colony along the frontier under siege by the Reapers, most likely thanks to the Mass Relay in that system. And then… out of nowhere, another force had attacked the Reapers, obliterating the ones in orbit around the planet while landing additional forces to devastate the ones on the surface.

The most incredible thing was that it had only taken two ships. Two ships to wipe out dozens of Reaper vessels, and they hadn’t taken any noticeable damage while doing so. That was insane.

“Is this real?” Jane asked.

“I think so,” Miranda said. “According to my contact, the ships have maintained orbit over the planet, and their forces have wiped out the Reaper forces on the surface.”

“They’re huge…” Jane’s brows furrowed. “They’re more than double the size of the Reapers. They don’t look familiar at all. Who are they?”

“We don’t know.” Miranda paused. “But there’s more. They are broadcasting a message on several frequencies. It’s, well… it says ‘take me to your leader’.”

“An invitation, huh?” Jane took a deep breath. “I don’t know who they are, but if this is real and they have the firepower to take out the Reapers, we need to meet them.”

anonymous asked:

Yeah it literally doesn't matter what we say they're just gonna do whatever the fucking want, I mean they sure as shit don't care about making the story consistent or caring how it looks that Louis is literally never with F and doesn't seem to give a fuck but he is his priority apparently 😂 Give me a break from all this bullshit.

it’s like one of those shows that was supposed to end ages ago but keeps getting renewed

I am a Huge Nerd for alien and human interactions that go across tumblr (space Australia and Stabby come to mind) but like for real what about the human concept of luck? Each culture has its own, too, and also superstition so like this human will go nowhere near black cats but others are just like ‘oh kitty kitty kitty’.

Try to explain to someone that doesn’t understand that breaking a mirror is more than just a glass hazard. No it’s not a mystical mirror or a religious thing. It’s just a mirror, you broke it, now you get 7 earth years of bad luck. Is to the day? Who knows. But 7 years dude.

Or like that one person who always has stuff break around them. ‘Why are they banned from the engine room?’ 'Just trust us Nyrak.’

Or what about people who things always go outrageously right for. That person where any number of the things that happen should not even be able to happen, and yet here we are.

That person that has the luck/innate skill to balance anything on their nose.

Lucky numbers. The importance of the zodiac too, while we’re at it. “The stars are not in alignment” 'have you been reading that human newspaper again Marshal?’ “No, Lydia, shut up” ,Are your species sensitive to the stars, humans?, “Nyark you know if I could explain it I would but I honestly cannot”

Good luck explaining Murphy’s Law to aliens who do not have the concept of luck or cosmic mythical interference.

So since we’re in hiatus times until further notice, let’s play a little game called …

Now that we’ve been made aware of an episode titled ‘Lion 4: Alternate Ending’, I think it’s safe to assume we might finally learn the contents of that treasure chest inside Lion’s mane!

So the big question is … What’s inside the chest?

Reblog with your best guess (limit it to one guess, if you can!). It can be something you’ve theorized for a long time, or just something that popped in your head. It can be totally reasonable, or totally outlandish. The choice is yours!

The only prize for being correct is delicious bragging rights, as I’ll be reblogging this post from the winner once we do learn what’s in the chest.

Have fun!

Jumping on the sharcannibal bandwagon 

Hannibal’s spine goes side to side while swimming; Will’s goes up and down. They have an ever-growing collection of sea dogs (seals) that Hannibal can’t argue they have no space for, because the entire ocean is their home. 

Sharks often bear mating bites/marks (it’s a violent affair).


Axl: I can’t help it. I either stand there bored or I run back and forth. And I kinda get into dancing. I didn’t even know that I like what I do. I just, I looked down at my feet and go “what am I doing now?” but I feel like if I stand there, then people think “oh this is boring” so I gotta do something and I just try to do whatever happens. It’s a lot of fun. I thought about taking dance lessons and stuff but then I was worried about getting too stale, being too much like organized and everything. I like the spontaneity of just whatever happens, keeps it real raw and fresh. If it got too ballet’ed out, I couldn’t handle that.


Context: our small group of all first time players consists of a dragonkin wizard, a werebear fighter, and an elf bard. The dragonkin has already embarrassed himself with his low charisma after arriving at an inn, so we’re trying to get a place to stay. Our DM agreed that our elf bard could name drop her master from college in order to get us free lodging, although he is not aware of the master’s name.

Elf: I want to name drop so we can stay here.

DM: okay, go ahead, what do you say?

Elf: (to bar keep) So, believe it or not, when I was in bard college I studied under master Nickelback…

(Table dissolves into laughter)

DM: (after regaining composure) you could’ve picked anyone else. Now I have to act impressed by Master Nickelback.


It’s possible that we die here without being rescued. However, I’ll do everything to survive. I won’t give up in despair or run away because of fear. I’ll survive. I’ll try everything to survive. If I can’t, then I’ll die. But let’s not give up and try to survive until then.

I think I can speak for many fanfiction writer’s out there…If you’re reading a fic, please, PLEASE leave a little comment in the reply or in the writer’s askbox/message.

Yes, of course we love that you give the story a like, but still…as much as I hate admiting it, we writer’s crave that extra verification, the extra support that says that what we do actually matter to people.

A simple; “I really loved this!” Or “I love your writing!” is enough to put a smile on our lips and brighten our day AND give us that extra inspiration to continue doing what we love so much and want to share with people in the fandom.

So please, give those amazing writer’s out there the love and support they deserve. And if you’re shy, remember, there is often a anonymous option in the askbox…