#Space 'X' (trope)

[catsharky]

I just like coming up with excuses to make Rolan blush >:3

[artsy-writy]

A Human And Alien Convo

Human: I love you.

Alien: *flips through notes* As I have noticed with your species, you lump have a weird set of meaning for those words. Platonically, romantically or sarcastically?

Human: *looks around confused at the bouquet of roses in their hand and the heart shaped balloons stuck on the door frame, ceiling and around the room* Guess you're right. I'm not clear enough.

[sturniqlo]

Positive Masterlist- C.S

a collection of one shots/blurbs of dad!chris and mom!yn

!ONGOING/ON HOLD!

positive

the one where they find out

tests found

the one where nick and matt find out y/n and chris are having a baby

weird cravings

in result of pregnancy, y/n is having weird cravings and chris tries them with her.

mood swings

times when y/n can control her emotions, and goes through many mood swings during the day

needy

y/n has been hornier than usual and her bump turns chris on even more

gender reveal

y/n and chris decide to have a intimate gender reveal just the two of them, later in the day they nick and matt

baby building

chris surprises y/n while she out with her friends with a fully finished nursery with the help of his brothers

[shellswritesstuff]

squad damocles hand holding hcs!!! i love these three so much

꒰sᴍ𝟸 ᴛʀɪᴏ ʜᴄs! - ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ s/ᴏ꒱ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

ah how sweet and heartwarming!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ pls hold these guys close, the horrors of the 40k universe must do numbers to their mental,,, id faint even seeing a cherub HSAJK- 

Gadriel

Tries to be nonchalant about it. 'Oops, didn't mean to touch your hand..' type deal.

You don't buy it for a moment, though. If it was such an accident, why is it happening for the third time this week?

After a few more attempts at playing the cool guy facade, you go ahead and make the first move. 

"You're so cute, Gadriel." You shoot him a knowing look, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Oh, and that was an accident, too." 

You'd run away, leaving the space marine behind. 

Next time you wouldn't get away that easy. He'd grab your hand just before you would take off, and offer a rare smile. 

Bonus points if Chairon happens to be walking by when it all goes down. He is NEVER gonna let him live that one down! "Oi, Lover Boy." 

Chairon

A lot more straightforward than Gadriel. Who knows if he'll be here tomorrow? He makes it a point to tell you how he feels before it's too late.

Chairon holds your hands, one of his more than enough to encompass both of yours. He'll bring them to his face, your knuckles feeling the texture of his surprisingly soft lips.

He's a romantic at heart, one in a million in this world. Will pick you an exotic flower from whatever plant he was dispatched to. (This may or may not have lead to a fire in the barge. Captain Acheran scolded him about "getting laid at th expense of his brothers.")

 He now settles for pretty rocks. A radiation risk waiting to happen, but I digress.

"I made sure to thoroughly clean off the guts this time." Chairon would lean against the door, surprising you with an early return. "I and don't just mean myself."

Titus

Imagine you're out assisting his squad on a mission. (Okay, lore accurate maybe not but work with me here. ;;) You hang back, providing fire from behind Titus, picking off any snipers. 

You're too concentrated on your lover that you failed to notice the two hormagaunts jumping for your skull. 

Titus, the knight in shining blueberry armor he is, rushes over to your rescue. He throws the first tyranid to the dirt, stomping it flat. You heard its thorax collapse under the weight of his boot, it's structure cracking and crumbling like rotten wood. 

Once that was dealt with, Titus snatched the second bug out of the air. He put his hands on either side of its head, plunging his thumbs into it's now oozing eye sockets. As you fell backwards, your lover ripped the monster in half. The sight of it's organs stretching to accommodate the tear; it almost made you throw up.

"Are you alright?" Titus dropped the corpse to the ground, forgetting it in favor of you. You gazed up at him, your bloodied protector held out a hand for you to take. 

And that's the story of how you first held hands with Titus. It was a lot more romantic to the man then it was to you. 

[winterpeta1s]

the trope is called puppybee

[max-nicoxfandom]

A trope I really like is yandere x creep. Like yeah the yandere is obviously a stalker and a freak and other synonyms for weirdo, but I LOVE when the object of their affection is the one who comes off as weird. Like the yandere is really charismatic, outwardly put together and calm, overall sweet or generous or whatever, but their darling is really quiet. So quiet it's off-putting. They have a strange sense of humor too, maybe they really like making jokes about death or are just really morbid. They're just very unapproachable. So everyone sees this relationship and they're like, man, too bad *yandere* is with a creepy pervert, I bet they stalk them. When in all actuality, darling is sweet as pie, and yandere is the actual rat

[lilisette]

Masks Under the Chandelier | Caleb/Reader

About: A fic idea wherein you and Caleb meet months later in a gala. To you, this person is a stranger you just met. But to this person, you were more than that...

Pairing: Caleb/Reader

Notes: Might actually write this tbh... Caleb is my favorite ngl hahaha...

Warnings: Spoilers for Chapter 4! Please do not read if you haven't read it yet!

Imagine there is a gala or some high class event where you have to attend, perhaps as part of the event's security detail. With all the Metafluxes and Wanderers going about, it's important that the organizers call a few hunters to protect them from harm. But them going in uniform will no doubt alert the guests so you have to go undercover and dress up in a formal party outfit, a gown or whatever you wish to wear.

And by chance, because of all the important people there, the organization that kidnapped Caleb (since he is not dead idc what the game says) is invited to attend too. So they send Caleb, undercover of course, to attend.

Caleb donned a new persona, dyed his hair, wear contacts and all to ensure no one would recognize him. He attends and lo and behold, he bumps into you while wandering the event hall.

While Caleb has a new persona, his voice is still unchanged and when Caleb, in shock, whispers your nickname, cause- wow you looks amazing-, you turn toward him in shock and-

"Pipsqueak?" "Caleb?" "I-" Caleb almost responded to your call, but quickly remembered that he isn't Caleb now... He could never be anymore. "Sorry miss...?" The hope that was evident in your eyes dimmed, and his heart broken all over again when your eyes softened, a sad smile gracing your face. "I'm sorry, I thought... I thought you were someone I knew for a moment." You said, the distance between you and him so close, yet so far. There was an invisible wall between you and him now, and he hated it.

You and him talk for a bit, about why you both were there. Caleb keeps getting distracted by you because he has never seen you like this before, dolled up and oh so beautiful under the crystal chandeliers. There were many times where he almost slipped up and mention something that only the both of you know, but he caught himself. And god does he hate it. He's your best friend from childhood dammit (yes zayne exists but he likes to think you prefer him over zayne), why can't he...

Why can't he be close to you anymore?

It's ironic, Caleb thought, that you were telling him, a stranger, things that he as Caleb never knew. He asked you about who you have mistaken him for, and the answer shook him to his core.

"My childhood friend. He is... well, was, my best friend." You say wistfully, staring off into the crowd and imagining what would it be like if he was still here with you. He was about to make another comment, but stopped when you opened you mouth to continue. "And perhaps... If he was still around... We would've been something much more than that." The guilt and sadness that pierced through him then was so overwhelming it almost made him kneel. And yet, like a glutton for punishment, he asked. "You think you two would've been lovers?" "Not without us being honest with each other for once. But eventually... Yes."

You two talk for a bit more until you both feel a spike in the air, your watch that was disguised as a bracelet alerting you to wanderers in the area. You tell him to not alert everywhere because it will incite panic, and made your exit.

Unbeknownst to you, he trails after you, just like the time before the whole explosion happened. He watches you take down the wanderers with ease but then he sees a wanderer spawning just behind you, and without second thought, he uses his own evol to fling the wanderer away.

But before you could turn to see who it was who saved you, he hides behind cover. And before you could approach the spot, the wanderer stands up again, giving him ample time to slip away.

He watches you return to your post afterwards, and when you spot him again, he asks you whether you're okay and-

"Yes I am, thank you for your concern. Though..." You trailed off, your mind still stuck on the mystery of who saved you back there. "Is there something wrong?" "No! No. I just... No, it's nothing, probably just my imagination." You said, looking away and into the crowd of guests who were unaware of the Wanderer sighting, missing the look of guilt that was plastered all over his face.

Caleb, even under a different persona, was constantly worried about you. He waited for you to report to captain Jenna and escorted you home after the whole event. Before opening the door to your apartment however, you turned towards him.

"You don't have to do this, you know." "I insist." He expected you to open the door and leave, and you two will never see each other again, but instead, you looked towards him and smiled. "I thought about what you said. I think... I think you're right. I should start moving on." You said, and before he could ask why you were telling him this, you handed him your phone. "If it's alright, can we exchange numbers?"

Caleb knew he shouldn't do this. The organization specifically said that he was not to contact you at all costs. But well, Caleb reasoned with himself, they didn't say he cannot contact you while under a new persona. So he gave you his number as well.

The moment you entered your apartment and him in the elevator, he leaned against the wall and sighed.

What the fuck did he just get himself into?

[ghostyclay]

My favorite trope will always be "X finds [insert incredibily dangerous species/thing/person/etc.] but has no idea it's dangerous. Everyone else is terrified and confused bc how is X still alive???"

[abushelandablog]

I just realized that max could have gone to congratulate charles first but he went after the argument with george, charles calmed him down…. he left with a SMILE…

[artsy-writy]

Humans are so fucking weird that we use the term alien to describe an...alien's species despite alien simply meaning different or 'not belonging to this place or world'.

Imagine an alien's confusion when a humans first meets them and all their transalation devices translate is "out of this world."

———

Human: Oh shit-

Alien 1: Poop? Did we leave any waste product leaving around before we called up this human for a get to know meeting?

Alien 2: *checking notes* I believe...humans say 'shit' as an exclamation to something surprising, good or bad.

Human: Are you both...aliens?

Alien 1 and 2: *freezes, not understanding the translator chipped in their brains*

Alien 2: *turns around and whispers despite humans not being able to understand them regardless* did this humans just say 'out of this world'?

Alien 1: I think so...check what that means in your notes.

Alien 2: *checks notes. Double checks. Triple checks.* Uh...apparently that's what humans say when they meet someone or something extremely beautiful that they can't believe exists.

Alien 1 and 2: *stare at each other, blinking with confusion. Both turn to human.*

Human: so...?

Alien 1: *nudges Alien 2 while backing away*

Alien 2: *writes new notes* Humans are always in mating season and will find newly met species attractive....*looks up to human* I hope you may give me time to go over your confession.

Alien 1: *at the door, about to leave, nervous* me too...we have been told about certain humans' desire to connect with 2 or more mates...we will consider your confession and get back to you within 2-3 human days.

Human: ...*still not understanding their language, smiles awkwardly just hoping they won't get eaten.*

[uselessgayshit]

before Doom Patrol ends, I’m gonna need Jane and Casey to kiss

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Rimmer and Lister are the “He fell first but he fell harder” trope but both are furious about it

[kakusu-shipping]

I can't decide if I should be funny and write Cap as a leering Perv possessive kind of guy or stick closer to his personality and have him be a gentleman/chivalrous kind of guy.

[lesbiradshaw]

u got me kinda seeing the halix vision…

they were gaying it up in that womens locker room idc

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

‘His ship has quantum-slipstream engines!’ — Mona Virtue

‘Still a billion times slower than the BOOTH.’ — the Inspector

Moon of the Oddities

[biscuityskies]

Consumerist culture is going to be the end of me.

Trying to beat it back with a stick as I drag myself to work and then to the grocery store and then to the department store where they have things that they don’t have at the grocery store is hard enough. BUT NOW I HAVE TO BEAT IT BACK WITH A STICK IN FIC WRITING???? WITH MY SILLY LITTLE BLORBOS????? WHERE I GO TO GET AWAY FROM CONSUMERIST CULTURE???????

I’m sorry I don’t write long, drawn out, multi-chaptered fics that have a beginning a middle and an end. I’m sorry I can’t spare the time or the energy trying to figure out how best to navigate my writing, because I’m just trying to survive the real world. I’m sorry I can’t write the amazing cinematic masterpieces. Doesn’t mean I don’t dream about it.

Perhaps more importantly, I’m sorry to the other authors whose works I no longer have time to read. And I’m sorry to the other authors who are feeling this way.

My stick is breaking, and I don’t have another one.