#but it’s still a bird. genetically. ugh

[mossinformed]

There’s also this guy, which ONLY has protonema (green stuff on ground) and NO leafy stem at all. The capsules come right up from the protonema. It’s the least sexy moss I have to say.

It’s like… the slime mold of mosses.

Oh and all the capsules tend to point in one direction towards the light (we think).

The protonema is an algae-like stage that follows right after the spore germinates. The worm phase if you will. Proto= first, nema=thread

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 40)

It was weird, being alone again.

Uzi was in her workshop, wiring up key parts of her railgun with the precision only a drone could have, Tera was curled in her lap upright, gripping onto her like monkey would it's parent, purr emanating from her core periodically.

N had left that morning brimming with excitement about asking her dad for a job at the WDF, he'd said something along the lines of “what's better then a living weapon to protect the bunker?”

She'd wanted to argue, to tell him he wasn't a weapon, but he'd been giving her a chaste kiss goodbye and was out the door before she could even say a word.

“Mama?” Tera's voice wafted up towards her, causing her thoughts to immediately get lost in the sea of her consciousness, she looked down, one hand already on the toddlers back.

“Yes, Jellybean?”

Tera didn't know any more words yet, but she did know that she had her mother's attention, and opened and closed her mouth, a bit like a baby bird, only with less terrifying open mouthed screaming.

“Hungry?” Uzi laughed, and Tera flashed her a big grin, clearly proud of her communication skills.

“Alright, come on then.” Uzi put down her tools and lifted her daughter up to her chest as she stood, Tera giggled, though it was intermingled with a low trill that sent a pleasant haze through the older drones system.

Kit is happy.

Don't need your freaking input.

She made her way to the fridge, the appliance didn't get much use, but it did allow her to preserve several bottles of oil for Tera, keeping it cold. It didn't seem to help cool her down anymore, but it did give her side a much needed break.

Which was helpful, if she was going to doing this for the next six years. Ugh, her systems recoiled from that, maybe her side would eventually get used to it.

Speaking of, she was checking her oil for any signs of being contaminated, considering the head wound she had gotten bled, but the oil coming out of her side panel seemed to be normal, thankfully.

She was still a little wary, Tera had been showing signs of… solver bullshit. But nothing entirely concrete had cropped up yet, and she was hoping it would stay that way. What she knew of it, it was code, something genetic or the closest thing drones had instead, Tera had none of her code, so she should be safe.

At least, Uzi really, really hoped so.

She gripped one of the tiny bottles and tipped it into Tera's mouth, and while Tera's hand rested on the side of it, she made no attempt to grab at it, her moter functions were about the equivalent of a 8 month old human baby, just… combined with JCJenson industrial strength hydraulic grip.

“There you go.” She cooed, slightly embarrassed at herself, she'd never thought of herself as being maternal, not really, she knew how to care for a baby from her mom and the time they spent in the nursery, but she had fallen into this quite… naturally.

She couldn't ever imagine leaving her daughter alone, not when the droneling looked up at her like she was the greatest thing ever, even when she was working, Tera was with her, or, at least, so long as what she was working on was relatively safe enough for her to be nearby.

Right now, her railgun was completely depowered, and whatever parts could discharge were now housed safely in the railguns frame, leaving the only one to get shocked if Uzi misplaced a wire, was herself.

Tera finished up her meal, and Uzi took the bottle away from her mouth, wiping what was left away with her finger, Tera giggled at the ticklish sensation, before blowing a raspberry and sticking out her tongue.

“What? Tickle?” Uzi smirked, before poking the toddler in the stomach lightly, causing several more giggles to erupt from the droneling, which of course, caused Uzi to rapid fire a couple more until Tera began to try to swat her away (clumsily and unsuccessfully).

“Mmm.” Tera made a noise, before pouting with a look that Uzi probably made this morning, all that was missing was the crossed arms.

“Jeeze, I hope you're not a mini me. That would be depressing.” She commented, she'd turned out the way she did through the absence of her parents, and Tera would always have her and N, so at the very least, she wouldn't be alone.

As long as she could help it.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

N got to the front door of the WDF office extremely quickly, aided in part to his height but also his extreme excitement in being useful again, both to colony and to Uzi.

After all, isn't that what he was supposed to do? Provide?

He blinked, before smiling, Yes! Yes that's exactly what he was supposed to do, provide for his family, protect them, and this way, he could do both!

He was given weapons for a reason, right?

He knocked on the door, it being a deep, ancient wood instead of the automatic steel ones of most the bunker, a bronzed plaque pinned on the front; Worker Defense Force HQ.

“Comin’!” A gruff muffled voice came out from behind the door, it wasn't Khan, the voice wasn't deep enough, but it did sound like a throat destroyed by years of drinking battery acid.

N felt nervousness bubble up into his core, he'd come here to talk to Khan, but he'd entirely forgotten that there were more people who were actually in the WDF, which made sense… now that he thought about it.

The door opened to reveal dull blue eyelights, permanent stress lines below them, speaking of battery acid, he smelled like it, it radiated off him like a particularly strong colone.

His eyes went hollow for a moment, having to look up despite the fact he was fairly tall for a worker drone, but still N eclipsed him entirely, N's tail wagged idly as he tried to make himself slightly smaller, trying to be non-threatening with a brilliant, sunny smile on his face.

“Hello!” He waved, both hands held in front of him to show he wasn't going to attack unexpectedly, his head tilted to the side.

The worker in front of him went from startled, to visibly annoyed.

“What do you wan’” His accent was comicly southern, bordering on unintelligible, N blinked for a moment, running the gruff voice through his processors another time before he really understood it.

“Uh- I wanted to talk to Khan, is he here, Mr….?” The need to be polite had been programmed (and beaten) into him, regardless of how hard to understand the drone in front of him was.

“Baylef, Yeah ‘es here, why you askin’ for him?” The older drone squinted at the taller one, N did his best to not let it get to him.

“I wanted to see if he would let me get a job here! I've been living here awhile, and it feels kinda bad to not give anything back.”

“Yer a Murder Drone.” The drone said back dryly, as if he wasn't just pointing out a fact.

“Ah- Disassembly Drone, please. But y-yes.”

“The WDF was founded to keep th’ colony safe from you lot, and you wan’ a job here?”

Well, he should have expected something like this to be honest, it wasn't like those many years spent killing every single worker drone on sight just didn't happen.

“Uhm… Yes?”

The drone just about shut the door in his face, but another voice called put from further in the office. A very familiar, fatherly one.

“Dale, who's at the door? They sound familiar.”

“Err.” The drone stopped mid-shut, looking like he'd just been caught trying to steal cookies from the top shelf.

“It's me Mr. Doorman!” N called into the room, hoping it was loud enough for Khan to here.

“N!”

Dale, the drone that had not-so-politlely nearly told him to fuck off, opened the door all the way before Khan came into view, a smile on his face as he held a clipboard in his hand.

“What are you doing here? Is my daughter hurt? Oh! Is Tera-” Khan was already working himself up, but N stopped him with a friendly laugh.

“Uzi's fine Mr.Doorman, and if my daughter wasn't, I'm sure the whole bunker would know!”

“Daughter?” Dale grumbled out confusedly, looking surprised.

“Yes! Dale you remember me talking about my granddaughter? This is N, my daughter's fiancé.”

N blushed heavily, finding some of the words in his throat dying there before he could say them.

“Boyfriend… we're… not, I haven't uh-” He tried to quickly clarify, but Khan wasn't having it.

“Bah, you love her, she loves you, if it hasn't happened yet it will soon and I'll be ahead of the curve!”

“You can't- uh, you can't just tell people we're engaged though! That's not true!” Even if he agreed with the words coming out of Khans mouth, and he did, he did want that… eventually. But he hadn't thought about it in any degree of seriousness aside from how Uzi would look in a wedding dress.

Which was incredible, but he didn't think either of them were ready for that… yet.

Khan just shrugged, N was left embarrassed, Dale, standing back a few feet from the two, looked like someone just dunked him in a bath of coolant.

“Why are you here then?” Khan carried on the conversation like it was nothing, so N had to gulp down whatever emotion he was feeling to continue as well.

“I uh, wanted to ask for a job.” He repeated what he'd told Dale, only now more sheepishly.

“You? Want a job? Here?” Khan repeated slowly, eyes slowly growing hollow as he turned back around to face N.

“Yeah?”

“Oh! Absolutely! This is great news! I'm gonna teach you so much about doors!”

Oh… great…

Next ->

[brightblueflare]

Cats with white fur and/or blue eyes are very likely to be at least partially deaf.

To be precise, white blue-eyed cats have an 80% chance of being deaf or hard of hearing. They also have a higher chance of losing their hearing later on.

As usual with disabilities, there are only like, two or three deaf cats in canon (and one of them was Strikestone I think, deaf only in one ear), and all of them are awful representation one way or another. Snowkit dies, Strikestone dies (but his death is something I can't comment on, since I haven't read anything past OotS in the main series and I don't plan to) and Fallowfern retires early because of hearing loss.

Cats rely on their senses of smell and hearing to hunt and fight, so deafness should, realistically, be a big trouble in the Clans. In particular, for ThunderClan cats, who live in a forest full of noises they need to watch out for.

But I have standards for how I treat disabled characters, unlike the Erins. I refuse to say "oh, X cat is deaf, I'll shove them into the elders' den", just no. And since cat genetics (catnetics?) say 'half the cast should be deaf!' (this is even mentioned in canon, during TPB, when Cinderpelt straight up says blue-eyed white cats are usually deaf), I'm definitely using it.

For my AU, Snowkit survives. This is because his canon's dead is stupid. He didn't hear the hawk that killed him coming, but no cat should have. Birds of prey don't exactly go shouting "sneak attack" whenever they're hunting. Snowkit should have been able to run for cover because his eyes are fine, he should have seen the hawk. He didn't hear the warning about the hawk, but... everyone knew he was deaf, they should have known he couldn't hear them, and done a tail signal to gesture for him to come. Because tail signals do exist. They're used constantly, in fact. But for the one time they were actually needed, no cat used them.

For me, it's clear: ThunderClan's (and by extension the authors', since we're supposed to take this at face value) ableism killed Snowkit as much as the hawk did. The only reason for killing Snowkit was to make his mother retire, and they chose the most cruel, ableist way possible. I will NOT do this. So the Blazing Sky AU has a deaf character. I still don't know what to do with him, but he's, at the very least, living long enough to become a warrior.

Oliver, Princess' mate and Cloudtail's father, is white with blue eyes. I latched onto this and thought: Cloudtail isn't deaf, but his father could be. So for the Blazing Sky AU, he joins SkyClan. Complex kitty sign language doesn't exist in the Clans or in town. Princess and Oliver want to communicate, and they're trying, but it's hard. Then, Oliver has the idea of giving meanings to movements, something he can see and understand. That way, Princess can talk to him.

*adds basic kitty sign language to my long list of ongoing projects*

Princess and Oliver live rent free in my head, they're by far one of my favorite couples for the AU.

Cloudtail's hearing is fine at first, but he gradually becomes deaf in one ear. He tends to avoid Gatherings because ugh, hearing in crowds. On the bright side (for him, not so much for others), he becomes bolder and cheekier with his retorts, because now he can say whatever he wants and not hear the responses. Act, if you care so much. He does struggle with hunting at first, but he has a very blasé attitude towards his difficulties. Fake it 'till you make it and all that.

I love this guy. One of the few characters I like the way they are in canon.

Fallowfern is up in the air. I want to do something with her, but I'm not sure what. If she shows up, I'm definitely keeping her hearing loss, but I really have no idea how to write her. *light bulb turns on* Oh!

I love writing characters that aren't angsting over their disabilities because being disabled isn't a tragedy. Disabled people can still live happy, fulfilling lives. However, I understand that disability is, well, disabling. There are things you won't be able to do, and it can be hard to come to terms with your disability(ies) if you were fully abled before.

That's the story I want to tell with Fallowfern: a woman (molly, but you get what I mean) becoming disabled and adapting to her new capabilities.

As an apprentice, Fallowpaw was eager to learn everything there was to Clan life. I don't know who mentored her, but whoever this mysterious figure is, they taught her the importance of determination and discipline. Fallowpaw was taught to listen before speaking, to pay attention to her surroundings, to hear what others weren't explicitly saying. She was a hunter, and a prodigy. She could hear the move of bird wings, the squeals of mice and the steps of rabbits. She brought more prey than her peers combined, and she was made a warrior a full season ahead of her littermates.

As Fallowfern, she kept the Clan fed through very harsh and cold winters and flooded springs. She was her former mentor's pride, a disciplined, clever and bold hunter who wasn't afraid of going after big rabbits and hares and even birds of prey. I imagine her choice to hunt big and dangerous animals left her covered in scars, which is a big deal in my Clan Culture.

They are warriors, of course scars should be important.

But as she started losing her hearing, everything fell apart. She couldn't hear a mouse's squealing or a human's footsteps, she couldn't hear the way the leaves rustled when she stepped on them.

Fallowfern went from being a prodigy warrior and hunter to … something less.

SkyClan is my favorite Clan and I want to fix the mess canon made with them, but I don't want to make them perfect. They shouldn't be perfect, they mustn't be perfect. Nothing and nobody needs to be perfect in order to exist (says the perfectionist *cough cough*). So, unfortunately, SkyClan struggles with ableism.

Fallowfern's Clanmates try to be accomodating and give everyone a place in the Clan regardless of disability or lack thereof. But sometimes they don't trust Fallowfern, Oliver or even Cloudtail to know their limits. It's…overprotectiveness, if you will.

It frustrates Fallowfern to no end. The ableism, coming from both her Clanmates and herself. She wants to keep being the great warrior she was before, but she can't. She can't be the prodigy she was, not the way she wants to be.

Everything else is… kinda up in the air.

[scaryscarecrows]

Kitty leans against the tree and scowls at the lanky, pasty boy sprawled in the grass beside her.

“How are you not sunburnt,” she huffs. “This is unfair.”

“Genetics.”

“Cheating.”

He shrugs, lazy and unbothered.

“If that helps you cope, sure.”

It does not. Her nose is peeling off from maybe half an hour's worth of Outside and he doesn't have so much as a mosquito bite. This is deeply unfair.

“Tell me your secret,” she demands. “Tell me how nature doesn't destroy you for leaving the house.”

“I offered a blood sacrifice.”

She probably shouldn't laugh. It's not funny, it shouldn't be, but...that old bat was really just so awful. It's not like she didn't have it coming.

“God, you've no shame.”

“Not a drop.” He stretches, eyes fluttering half-open. “You are red, aren't you?”

“Wow!”

“It'll wear off.”

“You don't have to rub it in!”

He gives her an easy grin and drawls, “I was startled, that's all.”

“Humph. I was going to see if you wanted to stay for dinner, but if that's how you're going to be…”

“I beg your forgiveness,” he deadpans. “Truly. I grovel.”

Sometimes she wants to murder him. Sometimes--usually at the same time--she wants to kiss him. She never has, but she thinks it might be nice. It would shut him up, first of all, and second of all, it would probably make him blush and stammer and he's adorable when he does that.

(She'll never say that out loud. He might make an effort to not if she does.)

“I dunno,” she says now. “There was no reason to remind me that I look like a tomato.”

“Your words, not mine.”

“You admit it! You admit I look like a tomato!”

He just laughs at her, the smug bastard. He laughs more now than he did when she first met him. She can't blame him for that. Even living alone in that creepy old house is better than the alternative.

(She’d never have let him leave. Never. One way or another, she’d have kept him there.)

Still, though, she can’t let him get away with this; she sticks her tongue out at him, because it’s too hot for much else. That does exactly nothing.

Ugh.

He finally shuts up, looking off somewhere behind her. She’s not going to look. She knows this trick, this ‘there’s something behind you, I swear’, and if she turns around at last, he’ll scare her. Not this time, Jonathan Crane, absolutely not. She’s not falling for that again!

…

But he is looking very intently.

“What?”

“Deer,” he breathes. “They don’t usually get so close.”

She doesn’t trust him. But she is curious…

“Don’t scare me,” she whispers, and when he gives her a quirk of the lips that…might be agreement…she turns around.

It’s not just a deer, it’s a deer with two fawns. They’re cute, gangly things, picking their way across the field behind their mother. They don’t stop to graze, or even to look around; they just disappear on into the trees in the direction of the cemetery.

“They chew bones, you know,” Jonathan says quietly. She didn’t hear him sit up. “They eat birds, too, if they’re still in the nest.”

“I didn’t really need to sleep tonight, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

He’s got grass in his hair and his shirt’s half-pulled over to one side, revealing a mostly healed scratch on his collarbone. That was the last time. He’d been–God, a picture from Hell, pale and bleeding and wet, and…

If he hadn’t killed her, Kitty thinks she would have killed him.

She doesn’t realize she’s focused on it so much until he reaches over and guides her face upwards with nervous fingers.

“It’ll heal.”

“It shouldn’t have to.”

“But it will.” He hasn’t dropped his hand and his fingers are warm, almost burning against her jawbone. “They always do.”

He’s lucky, if that’s a word to use. Lucky he hasn’t lost an eye, or fingers, or died of some sort of infection, or–oh!

She always supposed she’d kiss him eventually. At least once, just for…just because. She would have bet money she’d have to do it first, because he’s shy and nervous and just…not…the type to do it first.

She would have been wrong.

He pulls back, pink already sweeping up his cheeks (she knew it would!) and before he can say anything, she tugs him back.

[official-mistah-j]

>:D

i will support, if im able to use freedom of speech.......tumblr and im sorry if some of this is adult lol..

im cracked out on energy drinks lol

iif u drink with them its -- similiar to cocaine

tweakin around town, the devil said.

he is, not me. methademic.

we were snugglin and i fell asleep next to him.

they want to use my imagiination to make things.

i got a special thank you. buying some books. like they knew who iw as. "the giver" yes. imparting the old ways to the youthful

you know, when they take our guns, they're going to kill you.

a ti found out you can make them with a 3d printer. be my bodyguards. im building an army.

she calls canada the mother land. and i smil ea bit. people are appraochable, friendly to visitors, and i am a southern gentleman, --

i have this book---

"the ladys tutor"

yes i am a bit older than harley, yet so is she in her ways--

the men are lobotomizing anyone who dares challenge them, my typos are hilairous, and saying women are hysterical and too emotional.. and they're saying they're not. and trying to control our bodies (it wont end there) and put "trans-guys" in thier place,, some people call us "goys" and shemales, drag queens ugh lol, no one says anythin gto my face, they know i got assault charges, i scream nine and one and on ein my head because it lights me up in a way when you add too muhc blackpepper loll i love pepper...they drain my strength ugh.... mom still threatens me lol.. i know not to hit a lady, esp in the face, lol.. but she be driving me.. im surprised im not dead .., and it fucking sucks so bad, i hate them so much, or hermaphrodites, two souls, they are saying im a gift from god, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM....DO NOT TOUCH THE HOLY MAN, *KOOZCO MODE*

when i even consider some veterans to be manchildren compared to me. Im the f******** Joker. Jester. They can make fun of The King, and do anything they want. Its partially intentional. It aint a genetic thing,I had severa,got banged up, and lumps, fell down and i got right back up. it was astral bullets, with satan, i gave him my life force, as a vampire count, and he said im strong as 2ooo lions, and Ikiiinda need it back, but thanks for not letting ppl do the thing they were doiing um--, .

they , the hallucination slol, the v2k idk, were calling the cigarette butts were bullets, they said they're real. they played pictures in my head. or. or. i made it up. is this real??? i am playing in psychosis, and playing hatter, and giving harley a world where nothing can hurt her...or my brain showed me the picture somehow. or a combo.

by the way i want to seductively play mortal kombat.

i have a ps4.. not very fun by yourself.. =//

sims and god of war and skyrim and some otha shit.

sims was f******* wweird man asking me

kinda excellect questions, but im a newbie oto this. im from the south. lol. theres not ... im from nola, and am trapped in the tart pit of its fucking retarded cousin.

our family was the advisors of the town, and the warriors, brains beauty N Brawn..but we were crazy.. they made deals with demons.

im telepathic. with eminen, listening to them old songs. i had albino birds, fish, bunnies....trying tell me a thing.. but i hate the sun, and it burns. im allergic.

im Walter-- Lmao.. rescuing my family, who could care less. The devil hangs around idk, idk, I pray. I felt like The joker abt to be baptized in the Mississippi lmao, avoiding white, I want to go the Satanic church and get unbaptized, lucy in the sky with diamonds (years ago), makes u see all that weird, and Set is a desert god.. Like it makes u think differently about water.

And bullies are losers.

its not f****** funny either.

have you ever noticed evil peopl kinda hae small heads. lol.

[mp100fanworkstranslation]

Purely a matter of chance: Part 1

Reigen: So.... uh... I think I might have contracted some kind of pigeon curse or something.  Ekubo: What did fight with some pigeons for breadcrumbs or something?  Reigen: What?! No! Ekubo: So then, what’s going on? Reigen: I have no idea. That’s the problem Ekubo: Are you sure this is some supernatrual thing?.... as opposed to say, some weird genetic problem that you have?  Reigen: None of my relatives are birds. Reigen: .....and I hate birds. Can you just shut up and cut the sass?! Ekubo: What? You dont like my Reigen-impression? I thought it was spot on!  Reigen: Shut the fuck up.

Ekubo grabs the blanket. Reigen: Hey!  Reigen tries the pull the blanket over his head: Fuck off!  Ekubo: Yeah, yeah, whatever, just let me take a look.  Ekubo looking at Reigen’s wings: You know.... I think this suits you, Reigen. 

Reigen: Stop talking about it like it’s not your problem! Ekubo: Well.... this really ISNT my problem is it?  Reigen: If Mob sees me like this, he’s going ask “Shishou, are you really an angel?” Ekubo: Stop flattering yourself, he’s going to be like “Is this a cosplay?” Ekubo: It’s so strongly manifested it looks solid and real. Something like this looks like it’s going to be very challenging to remove. Are you sure you have no idea how youbrought this upon yourself?  Reigen: None at all. I’ve always been kind to animals. 

Ekubo: So then... Why did you specifically ask me to come with a body? Reigen: Um...yeah about that. Reigen: I can’t go out like this right now, so I wanted you to go and get groceries for me.  Ekubo: YOU CALLED ME HERE TO RUN YOUR GODDAMN ERRANDS?! Ekubo: WHY DONT YOU ASK SERIZAWA?!  Reigen: Well, asking an employee to come and take care of the boss outside of work, would be a abuse of power of the employer employee relationship, wouldnt it? Ekubo: OKAY BUT WHY AREN’T YOU EXTENDING THE SAME SORT OF COURTESY TO ME?! Ekubo: You....Goddamit....You really.... (Hahaha I love this part. Seri is am employee. Becasue the the hierarchy between Reigen and Seri, Seri can’t refuse. Ekubo is just his friend, so it’s okay to ask him.)

Ekubo angrily shops for groceries Ekubo angrily walks back with groceries Ekubo: YOU ARE GOING TO DIE HORRIBLY SOMEDAY

Reigen: Yeah, I’m sure you’re going to heaven or something too. 

Ekubo thinks: Birds, huh...They can be surprisingly aggressive creatures.  But... it is merely the spirit of a normal animal? Doesnt seem like it. Not when it’s so strongly manifested.  Wait.... why am I dwelling on this? He’s even not making a big deal of it himself, so why should I be so fixated on this? 

Ekubo floats into the office and stares at the empty desk.Then he sighs and leaves. Some time later, he rings Reigen’s doorbell

Ekubo: Hey! Reigen! I’m here to see you! Open up! He starts kicking the door. It’s very quiet and he starts getting bad vibes.  Ekubo: Hey! Reigen! Reigen:  What do you want? It’s open.  Ekubo: Eh?!

Reigen: Wh..at....do..you....want.....

Ekubo: Hey! Reigen! Wake up! Are you still alive? Goddammit. All of your goddamn feathers in the way.  He grabs and lifts one of the wings.  Reigen is struggling to breathe: Ekubo....shut up... Ekubo: What the hell! Stop scaring me! Are you okay? Reigen: I guess.... It’s so hot..... everything hurts......I’m sorry Ekubo.....Just.... let me rest for a bit.... Ekubo: .................. Forgive me...... 

Reigen: ....ugh..... Ekubo: Hey... you awake? Reigen: Ekubo...... Ekubo: Reigen. How much do you weigh?  Reigen: Huh? Around 66kg (145 lbs) i think.... Ekubo: Your weight right now is not even 50kg (110lbs).

Ekubo: Those wings are using your body as a source of energy. The act of them manifesting themselves, is causing changes to your body.  When I possessed you to get you into bed just now, your body felt hollow and empty, it felt like if I exerted any effort something would break. And on top of that, you have a fever.  I’m just speculating, but I think your bones are hollowing out.  Birds have hollow bones with internal struts, so that would cause your body to become lighter.  Should have taken those wings off by force from the very beginning.  You could probably fly with those now. 

Ekubo: There’s something else Reigen: There’s more?  Ekubo: Yeah... just a bit... listen. Ekubo: They’re not pigeon, i dont think.... they’re crow.  Reigen: Why? Ekubo: You want an explanation?

Ekubo goes into a lenghty explanation: Well, pigeons and crows are both medium sized birds, but they have different wing structures. In crows the 10th primary is very short. The feather arrangement in pigeons have an internal gap, crows have this too, but they’re~ He gets cut off. Reigen: THIS IS SO UNNECESSARY!! ARE YOU SOME KIND OF PROFESSOR, YOU EVIL SPIRIT.... Ekubo: Hey, I just looked this up while you were out. You dont even know what you are possessed with. You are so much trouble. Reigen: Oh....um.... thank you so much for putting in all of this effort.  Reigen: Actually.... now that you mention it, if it’s crow, I think I might have some ideas on how this started. Ekubo: Huh? What did you do? 

Reigen: Well, nothing really. I just greet them every morning. There’s a saying that if you greet a crow, then it won’t do bad things, like go through the trash and such.  Ekubo: Why? Reigen: I’d just say hello to them and stuff. Ekubo: So they probably regarded you as one of their own. And if they did, it’d baffle them why you didnt have wings. 

Ekubo: You wanna see if you can fly?  This isnt a curse, or a hex or somethiing like that. It’s more like a very strong wish. They want you to fly too. 

Reigen: I feel like if I flap my wings, I’ll die. 

Ekubo: That makes sense. You probably dont have the muscles necessary to use the wings. Even if you jumped off of a high place, you’d only beable to flutter while falling. 

Reigen: Yeah

Mob: I heard master was in trouble so I came as fast as I could. 

Read the rest in part 2

[captainimprobable]

Alright I caved.  Here’s chapter one of the still unnamed sequel to No Apologies, my Lumity coffeeshop AU. It’s been seven months since I finished the fic so I hope yall are still down for the ride! The chaos starts now :) ~

“This might be a bad time to tell you this, but roosters….kinda freak me out.”

“Amity, we are literally swimming in roosters right now.”

Amity hugged herself, shaking but still managing to roll her eyes.  “We are metaphorically swimming in roosters.”

Luz snorted.  “Whatever, Miss Accurate.”

They both looked at the rooster pen in front of them.  A cow mooed in the distance, and they took a moment of silence to question the life choices that had led up to this moment.

It didn’t take very long.  The pipeline went like this: Amity had decided to work part time at a coffee shop to piss off her parents, and two years later she was on a six month anniversary trip with a chaotic ball of energy, tripping on bird feathers at a barn many miles away from home.  Simple.

“It...it was just supposed to be an air bnb,” Luz said helplessly.

“Luz, what did the ad say?”

Luz scrambled to take her phone out of her pocket, mindlessly swatting away the pig trying to eat it out of her hand.

“Uh…’stunning country views and a realistic farming experience.’” She stomped her foot.  “That is so misleading!!!”

“I genuinely think I’m about to pass out.” Amity said, swaying slightly.

“Babe, don’t say that.  The roosters can smell your fear.”

Amity glared at her girlfriend.  “Ha ha,” she said sarcastically.  “Fine, what’s next on the list they left us?”

Luz pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper covered in lines of print detailing exactly what they had to do in order to stay at the barn.  It was politely decorated with a post it note that read “Good luck, suckers!” 

“Inspect the roosters,” she read.  “Check for obvious genetic defects.  Separate these roosters from the rest.”

Amity held up a hand to stop her.  “No. Nope. I am not inspecting roosters.  I am not separating roosters.  I am going back inside, and I am going to read a book, and I am going to pretend there are no demon chickens out here ready to peck my eyes out.”

Amity gingerly tiptoed around the roosters, taking care not to touch any of them.  One brave animal attempted to peck at her skirt, but she let out an unholy shriek that scattered them all.  Luz watched Amity flee the scene, sighing.  She picked up the list Amity had dropped and scanned the next few lines.  “The roosters with these defects will be…” she trailed off. “Oh,” she said, realization dawning.  “Oh no.”

Amity must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, it was dark and Luz was shaking her awake.

“Amity, wake up, we have an emergency.” Amity was up in an instant.  “What’s wrong? Are you okay???” “Yeah, I’m fine!” Luz assured her. “It’s just uh…..” Luz rubbed the back of her neck nervously. “We have a...situation?”

Amity yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes as she stood up.  Immediately, Luz grabbed her hand and began dragging her outside.  “Ugh, what time is it?” Amity asked, stumbling along behind Luz.   

“Uhhh about one am I think? I had to wait until now to do this.  It’s better under the cover of darkness.”  

Immediately, Amity felt a sense of extreme trepidation.  Whatever was waiting for her outside was definitely not something she wanted to see.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she was met with the sound of roosters clucking. When they reached the driveway, she stopped dead.  “Luz,” Amity said slowly, blinking repeatedly to make sure she was seeing things correctly.  “Why are there a dozen roosters in your car?”

“There’s actually fourteen,” Luz said, but faltered when Amity glared at her.  “Okay, so the thing is, well….the farmers wanted us to separate the roosters because these are the ones with defects.  And these are the ones they’re gonna sell for meat.”

“Oh god,” Amity groaned.  “Don’t tell me-”

Luz’s grin looked almost evil in the moonlight.  “We’re gonna save the roosters.”

“Luz, where the hell are you planning on bringing them??? Most roosters live in captivity!”

“So I looked it up, and it said that roosters thrive in forest climates, and the nearest forest is only two hours away!!!!”

Amity wanted to say she was surprised, but she knew Luz well enough at this point to know to expect this from her.  She reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder.  “Luz,” she said gently. “I love how big your heart is, and I love that you want to save these animals.  But roosters are supposed to live on farms.  Also, you had chicken salad for lunch.”

Luz looked at her with puppy eyes.  Fuck.  Amity couldn’t resist that.

She sighed.  “Fine,” she said.  “We can save the roosters.  But you know the farmers are gonna make us pay for them.”

“Ahhhh thank you!” Luz squealed, throwing her arms around Amity’s neck.  She kissed her cheek.  “You’re the best.”

“I know,” Amity grumbled.  “Now get in the car before I change my mind.”

~

It was going fine until they reached the gas station.  The roosters were in the back, probably shitting all over Luz’s car, and Amity was in the passenger seat, gripping the door handle and trying not to freak out.  

“Shit,” Luz said over the radio about a half hour into their ride, summing up Amity’s thoughts nicely.  “We need gas.”

“I’ll get it,” Amity volunteered quickly.  Anything to get out of the car, anything to get away from the ominous clucking emerging from the backseat.  She opened her door.  And that’s when all hell broke loose.  

Fourteen roosters, smelling freedom and gas station muffins, burst from the back seat into the front, climbing over Amity and streaming out of the passenger side door.  Amity shrieked and fell out of the car, scraping her arm on the concrete as roosters used her back as a jumping off point into the night.

Amity hissed as she used her arms to get up, her scraped elbow burning.  Luz ran around the side of the car to help stop the roosters, but it was too late.  They both watched helplessly as the birds flapped their wings and hopped away.

It was two thirty in the morning, and they had released roosters into the town.  

They were both silent as they ruminated on what had just happened.  The birds clucked in the distance, joining the cicadas in their unholy screaming.  

“We need to go,” Luz said at last, far more calmly than the panicked look in her eye suggested.  She helped Amity up, careful not to touch her injured arm and, without another word, they both got into the car and sped away.

~

Since they were fugitives now, they could no longer sleep at the barn.  Forgetting the fact that the barn’s owners had their information and would no doubt charge them for the roosters anyway, they quickly picked up their things, got back into the car, and bolted.  They drove for a couple of hours, trying in vain to ignore the strong smell of bird shit emanating from the backseat.  The streetlights illuminated the scene: feathers in the backseat, feathers in Amity’s hair, blood gently staining the paper towel Amity was holding to her elbow.   

After awhile they passed a sign for a Bed and Breakfast and Luz, having determined they’d gotten far enough away from the scene of the crime, turned the car in that direction.  They were quite a sight as they straggled into the quaint house, but the elderly owners asked no questions as to why they had shown up at four in the morning covered in feathers, so Luz and Amity gratefully stumbled up the stairs, finally collapsing in their new room.  Despite the summer heat, Amity was shivering, so Luz hurried to light the fireplace.

Once she’d tended to the fire, Luz sat down on the floor next to Amity.  “Show me,” she said, gesturing to Amity’s injured arm.  Amity wordlessly offered up her elbow, which Luz inspected.  “You don’t need stitches,” she said gratefully, pulling out a Naruto bandaid.

“How could you possibly know that?” Amity asked quietly.  Luz shrugged.  “I was really clumsy as a kid.”  

Amity raised an eyebrow.  “Okay, fine, I’m still clumsy,” Luz admitted.  

Their silences were usually comfortable, but this one most definitely was not.

“I’m really sorry,” Luz finally whispered, gingerly covering Amity’s wound with a picture of Sasuke Uchiha. “I didn’t mean to ruin our anniversary trip.”

They hadn’t spoken much since The Incident.  Amity had stared stonily out the car window while Luz drove and occasionally attempted to covertly glance at her girlfriend.  Hours had passed without Luz saying a word, a feat which Luz was secretly quite proud of.

“I really thought we’d manage to have a normal, nice time,” she continued, “but I ruined it, and now there’s a town being terrorized by roosters and it’s all my fault.”

Amity didn’t say anything for a few moments and then, unexpectedly, she started to laugh.  

“Um,” Luz said.  “Amity? Did you hit your head, too????”

“No, no,” Amity said between giggles.  “It’s just- it’s so us. Who else would this happen to?????? We released fourteen roosters onto an unsuspecting town in the middle of the night, and your car is covered in shit.  I really should’ve expected something like this.” “So...you’re not mad?”

“I was,” Amity admitted.  “In the car, I was kind of pissed.  I mean, you did wake me up in the middle of the night, which, as you know, is never a good idea, and we did have to flee our romantic trip like criminals.  But then I started thinking, and, I don’t know.”  She smiled almost shyly at Luz. 

“I knew what I was getting into when I told you I loved you,” she said simply.  “And I’m happy being with you, even if I did have to face one of my worst fears.”

“Oh my god,” Luz said, lower lip trembling.  “You’re gonna make me cry.” 

“Don’t go all soft on me now,” Amity said, rolling her eyes with a smile.  

Luz launched herself at Amity, and they fell over, rolling across the carpet a few times before finally landing next to each other on the floor.  Luz touched her forehead to Amity’s.  “I’ll always be soft when it comes to you,” she said.

“Gay,” Amity whispered back, but leaned forward and captured Luz’s mouth with hers.  

After the day they’d had, neither of them had the energy to get up, so they ended up sleeping on the floor that night, cuddled up on a blanket next to the fire.

“Happy anniversary,” Luz mumbled sleepily into Amity’s neck right before she drifted off to sleep.

“Happy anniversary,” Amity answered.

Despite it all, they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

[hwaflms]

Fav Emoji: 🗡

Hi!!! I was wondering if I can get a ship for txt, nct, and ateez pls? I’ll really try not to make this long, but it’s hard sometimes lol.

Anyways, I’m an 18 year old 03’ liner and I’m 5’6. As for looks, I’m african american so i have dark skin, brown eyes and cinnamon colored hair. I cut my hair really short above my ears. I look rather young for my age (unfortunately). I’m rather slim and i have long legs and arms so people say I look even taller than what i am. I have large round eyes a big forehead, a button nose, and thick(ish) lips with round cheeks(ok now i understand why ppl think i’m vv young 🙄) But nowadays i’m more confident in myself and it’s no longer an insecurity of mine. I’d like to say i’m very stylish yet i can’t pick an aesthetic for the life of me.

To sum up my fav aesthetic/style, i would have to say something that’s dark but sophisticated. Like dark academia, but add a bit more of an alt/goth style to it. I like listening to visual kei and rock music, but to be honest, I love all music, even country some times.

I’m from the south of usa, so that has influenced how i am A LOT. I usually don’t have an accent, but whenever i feel a really strong emotion, I get a really strong southern accent and it’s kind of funny. I also tend to go outside without any shoes or socks. I like playing with my pets outside the most, I have two dogs (one is a rottweiler and one is a bull dog), my cat (just a black cat) and my bird. I love love love animals. I love everything to do with nature as well, i feel a deep connection with nature, and once, i even cried while watching bees pollinate flowers help lol.

My psychic said my aura was multiple shades of green, which i think it fits, seeing that green auras represented healers and earth lovers. My dad tends to call me a hippie lol. Astrology wise, I’m a leo sun, leo moon, and scorpio rising. My personality type is INFP-T. My friends say i’m quite funny, and they like to point out, “she’s really really smart, but like everyone, she has her dumb moments, but her dumb moments are the dumbest of the dumbest.”

I’m very sensitive, and not in the “i’m always crying way”. Yet, when i do cry, i tend to cry over the smallest of things, like the bee one. I cry over animals being cute, and I cry when i’m rlly rlly excited. Yet if i’m rlly sad, i can’t cry for some reason, and i’m just 😐. But, I try my hardest to comfort others and help others because there seriously is no other happiness in the world that makes me more happy than making others happy.

I like to talk a lot, as well (as you can see), and i’ll talk about every topic. I tend to talk most about child birth and genetics weirdly enough, it’s so interesting to me. But i also love to talk about astrology, space, and conspiracy theories. I’m highly spiritual. I’m also highly creative. I love drawing, singing, dancing, acting, all of that. Drawing has always been my strongest suit before i somehow got bored of it, but i still draw every once and a while.

I also like playing sports, as i’m naturally athletic. I did ballet, tap dance, gymnastics, track and field, cheerleading, soccer, and softball. (i think cheer is a sport and i’ll argue with anyone on that). I’ve lived in america, germany, and south korea, and i want to travel to so many more places as i grow older.

As for relationship stuff, I’ve never been in a relationship. I’m scared of boys to be honest. I was bullied in school a lot for being “ugly” and it was always by boys so i’ve never really had the best experience with them. I’m still trying to gain my confidence so that i could try dating.

My ideal type is someone smart (though i don’t hate himbos lmao), but i like someone smart and mature. I like someone who works hard, but not someone who’s too serious. With people, i like to have those love/hate relationships lol like we make fun of each other but we also have our soft moments. As for looks, i don’t rlly have an ideal type, yet there’s a couple things that i would go for. I like someone who’s taller than me, has bigger hands than me (mine are 18cm 😥), and has nice legs (i tend to like thicker legs, but i don’t discriminate). I do think smaller guys around my height are so cute too tho, like UGH I CANT CHOOSE.

My ideal date would probably be anything other than going to a restaurant. Maybe later on in the relationship that would be fine, but to be honest, i’m very awkward and shy at first, so it would just be weird. I find that doing something fun together really let’s you find out more about a person rather than just talking. So maybe an amusement park, or even doing an escape room together.

As for love languages, i’m not a very touchy person. Sometimes, i’m STARVING for a hug, but most of the time i don’t like to be touched. I think my love language is acts of service, and idk what’s it’s called, but just trying to find out abt someone. Someone would really know i like them when i ask for their whole zodiac chart, personality type, weekday of birth, everything.

Tbh, i’m very much like a tsundere. I don’t like showing affection very much, and i’d rather insult the ppl that i like than compliment them. Though, this is probably the reason ppl think i don’t like them when i first meet them. Sometimes i might get rlly mushy and cute and stuff, but most of the time, i’m just not used to showing affection, so i feel kinda uncomfy when i do.

Ok, that’s all, i really hope it wasn’t too much for you to read, i tend to get carried away ❤️ have a nice day ily

୨୧ 𓂃 : 🐇 :┊ i ship you with . . .

💌 — huening kai ♡ txt.

𖥻 the last thing a relationship with hyuka would be is boring. he gives off very "best friend who also happens to be your boyfriend" vibes, so there would be a lot off playing around and goofing off. he can be affectionate but also likes his space, like you, so you would be able to find a middle ground. he would like is your relationship was light and fun, teasing each other and making fun of each other. if you ever felt insecure, he would make you feel better in a less "let's talk about it" way and a more "ugh you're so silly, why would you think that when you're perfect??" way.

💌 — johnny ♡ nct.

𖥻 johnny is a chill and laid-back person, so conversation with him would come easy. there wouldn't be an awkward stage with him because johnny is a pretty smooth talker and he would make it easier for you to talk to him. johnny would NEVER make you feel insecure, if anything, he'd be the type of boyfriend who would be hyping you up all the time, even when you're doing absolutely nothing. johnny loves music too so, while he might make fun of you a lil for listening to country, he would love vibing to music with you. we all know johnny is mf hilarious, so he could definitely joke around with you and insult you playfully often ! plus johnny is a sexc tall boy and he has legs for days D:

💌 — hongjoong ♡ atz.

𖥻 hongjoong has the perfect balance of being mature and hardworking while also being playful. he knows how to take a joke and return the favour by teasing you, so i think in that aspect, you will have an easy-going relationship. he also will definitely be so supportive of you, and will be there for you whenever you need it. the kind of dates he would prefer would be more indoor ones, especially just in his studio !! he would show the amount of affection you're comfortable with, never pushing your boundaries or pressuring you.

♡ 𓄹 ࣪ ˖ i hope you like this !! and also, i just wanted to let you know that you are so so beautiful, okay, ilysm <3 boys suck, pls ignore them >:( thank you for sending this in, stay safe ^_^

[broodygaming]

Wow today was crazy (tw for blood mentions and general animal violence)

everyone’s okay, no one died. But two of my roosters really went at it today. It’s not usually an issue, I know I objectively have too many (I have 4 roosters and only 12 hens, it IS an issue, I know I know). So I only have myself to blame for this. It was my number 2 and 3 roosters who fought (they keep a very specific hierarchy, I don’t name my birds so it’s the best way to tell them apart. The #2 is a silver laced Wyandotte and #3 is the BEAUTIFUL grey and red one that hatched last year).

The #2 dude, the silver Wyandotte, he’s been prone to head bleeding. His comb is huge and has a heavy blood supply, that’s how all roosters are. But his has had issues in the past where he nicks it and it bleeds a lot. He’s a black and WHITE bird so this is an issue, haha, for obvious messy reasons. 

So today I go up there and he’s bleeding from his comb and the other rooster (#3) has blood all over his face and they both look super fucked up. And they’re still going at it, like tired boxers in round 4, barely lifting their arms anymore. (is that a thing? I don’t watch boxing haha, I hope you get what I mean). They’re not generally mean birds, so it’s like their instincts were going “Blood! KILL!” but they.. didn’t know how? So they just kept puffing up at each other and pecking at each other but not going any further than that - no spur usage for example. That’d be even worse. Most of the blood was from the #2′s head wound. (Think like a really bad nosebleed, bleeds a LOT)

So now I have him separated and I cleaned him up and put antiseptic spray on him and stopped the bleeding. He’s up there in a huge dog kennel with water and food. The other rooster was still trying to get him through the bars. 

And now im at an impasse.. I don’t know if they’ll ever stop and it’ll take a whilte for it to heal completely. I don’t want to get rid of either of them. It’s not realistic to rehome a rooster around here, everyone has chickens and unwanted roosters. I don’t want to butcher them, or I wound have already. #3 is BEAUTIFUL and i really wanted his genetics, but #2 is so so so sweet and I can already tell from the chicks that hatched he’s making a lot of cute and sweet babies. Like half the chicks I’m keeping are visibly his (white and black busy patterns). Temperament is more important than looks, but he’s got health issues! His foot has been prone to getting bumble foot and this is like the 3rd head injury he’s had. But he’s SO sweet and good with the little chicks and that’s so fucking rare. He let me cart him around in my arms and spray antiseptic spray on him! I had him in my arms for like 2 hours and he barely put a struggle. What a nice guy. 

Idk. It’s been wild - this happened just a few hours ago and I had to go milk my goat in the middle of all of it and I’m baking bread and it was like 80 degrees here, which is insane. I’m so fucking tired haha. And I smell like chicken blood. I’m gonna shower. Let me know if you read all of this bullshit what you think. They’re both nice, but #2 is definitely nicer. #3 is a really rare lucky recessive gene I lucked into that I doubt I’ll ever see again and I’d be heartbroken to have to butcher him. I could try and rehome him, but I’m literally worried he’s had the taste for blood and will always be an issue now. I cannot beLIEVE #4 is still alive through all of this, he’s such a shit. WHY #2 and #3!! WHY! UGH. I just don’t have the heart to cull #4, he’s tiny and it wouldn’t be worth it and he doesn’t cause much of a fuss. But I’m feeding and keeping too many freaking males and this is the last straw. Idk what to do! 

[autisticburnham]

Doctor Bashir, I Presume?

I've been putting off this episode bc I have a bunch of library books to read, not bc I'm scared to watch it after getting my diagnosis. Totally

Leeta, I love you

Rom, I love you

Heeeeelllllloooooo Leeta

Leeta, baby, you can ask him out

Quark, that's a disgusting comment to make to anyone, but especially since we know she's studying sociology just for fun

Ugh, Zimmerman

It's a wonder the doctor turned out as well as he did with this fuck as a personality base

Speaking of whom, btw, @ Picard or Lower Decks, can a get a name for him please?

Honey, the original EMH program will be replaced by the time Voyager's even able to talk to the Alpha Quadrant

I know the Federation is supposed to be idyllic and all, but it's horrific negligence if they don't train doctors to work with abuse victims. There's absolutely no excuse for Zimmerman to invite Julian's parents to the station after a reaction like that

The LMH is a bitch. And no offense to Siddig, but it's way less charming on him

Jadzia, honey, he absolutely did harrass you

I love that they imply Morn is so talkative and yet he's evidently got nothing to say on Julian

Miles, idiot, tell your friends you love them

Those fanartists that draw Bajorans with big mouse like ears are so right. Leeta would be adorable and so expressive with them

LOVE the implication that Rom needs to tune his ear like a radio to hear certain things

I hate how Zimmerman looks at Leeta

Hate this

He's so uncomfortable

He's clearly just shutting down

Benjamin, I love you, but this the second time in a season when one of your employees is very obviously under emotional duress bc of the presence of their parents. How are you not noticing this shit?

Don't fucking call him Jules

He reaches for Amsha's hand so mechanically, it's clearly just something that's been drilled into him that he's supposed to do

Dax, aren't you supposed to be a people person? Why are you all smiles rn?

At least she puts an emphasis on Julian's name when she says it. Maybe she thinks he's just uncomfortable bc they're deadnaming him and it doesn't go deeper than that?

Considering what we've seen of Zimmerman combined with the EMH's behavior, this offer seems much more like he's trying to isolate Leeta from her support group and make her feel like she owes him rather than genuinely trying to help her

He has no fucking reason to trust you, bastard

IT WAS YOUR FUCKING DECISION TO MODIFY HIM! DON'T ACT LIKE YOUR POTENTIAL PRISON SENTENC MAKES YOU A VICTIM

Chase Masterson, I love you

I see the acting choices that make people read Amsha as being just as much a victim of Richard as Julian is, but considering the way she talks about Julian pre engineering, she's absolutely an Autism Mom. She may have hurt Julian in different ways than Richard, but she absolutely hurt him. And of course that doesn't change the fact that she may be a victim too, but she's nowhere near as innocent as people portray her

Fucking idiots

Of course he's not less human, he never was. The problem is that you treated him like he was before the """"enhancements""""

Is that a bird feeder on Julian's desk?

Jesus, this scene hurts so much

Why don't Federation schools have programs to help intellectually disabled students that would have noticed and help him?

At least the Federation doesn't consider Julian's Ambigious DisorderTM a "serious birth defect" that justifies genetic encoding. Although the ambiguity of that rule is still very uncomfortably eugenicist

Wishing he had accommodations for his disability instead of abusive parents who would rather rewrite his DNA than accept him as he was doesn't make him "spoiled"

Gross that the writing lowkey implies that their crime was robbing Julian of the potential to "get better" on his own and "not giving him a chance" rather than just the pure ableism and eugenicsm of doing that to any disability person, regardless of their ability to mask

Bitch, forcibly changing everything about him to fit the mold you wanted isn't love. And I don't care how much it "hurt you to see him struggling," I promise you it hurt him more to know that his parents thought he was worthless. It's so fucking disgusting how much media about disabled people focuses on the "burden" the disabled person is to their family rather than how much their family hurts them by constantly making them feel unwanted

And it works too! He hugs her! He thinks his existence was more of a problem than they way they treated him!

Fucking gross that the reason genetic engineering is outlawed is bc of the fear of there being another Khan rather than eugenics just being fucking wrong! I hate this goddamn episode and I hate how Star Trek treats disability!

Also, prisons should be obsolete in the Federation, but they somehow found a way to make that the less upsetting thing here

Disgusting that he forgives them!

Someone make a Short King Anthem amv for Rom!

I'm sorry Miles, how did you just pronounce "patronize"?

I know the darts scene is just supposed to be a meaningless funny bit at the end of the episode, but it's what! They! Should! Do! Provide accommodations for people with different ability levels!!!! Don't treat them like they're lesser or fucking restructure their DNA! Just give them a different starting point that evens things out!!!

Gross when Miles O'Brien does a better job at understanding the moral of the episode than the writers do!

Thank god for Rom and Leeta, otherwise this episode would be unwatchable. 1/10

[lunatic-fandom-space]

Time to fix some of RWBYs Magic Bullshit

Hey! Im about halfway through the first episode of Volume 6 and Im writing this so I have something to stimulate my brain a bit while also still paying attention to RWBY. I will mostly focus on the "real magic" and whatever the fuck Silver Eyes are and only mention Semblences, Aura and Dust if I need to adjust something. Lets go!

Silver Eyes

In my opinion it would be better to just not have them in the first place, but I feel like that would require more reworking than Im willing to do right now, so yeah.

First of all, make them a little less OP. Like, they can still kill a whole bunch of small Grimm at once if you need them to (they are god-given if I understand it correctly) but the stronger and bigger Grimm should only be weakened. Maybe that Silver-Eyed hound-thing is completely immune. Another idea that might be pretty cool is Salem creating like, Grimm/Human hybrids or Grimm/Faunus hybrids that have Aura, making them immune to it as well.

I also dont like how theyre just like, a genetic thing. It unintentionally makes Ruby seem even less special than she already seems because of Oscar anyway. Instead, I think Silver Eyes should be "granted" to kind-hearted and pure souls to tie better into the whole 'Victory is in a simple soul' thing.

Raven and Qrows Bird Magic/Semblences

Literally just. Switch them around.

Make Raven and Qrow being able to turn into birds their Semblence and Portals and Bad Luck the result of magical experimentation. I literally cant believe that MK went "yeah, being able to basically bend the universe so that it makes you miserable is pretty sick but yknow what else is? Birb"

Basically, I have this idea where Raven was the first one to get her aditional powers and everything went well and now she basically has two semblences, thats nice. But then when it was Qrows turn, something went wrong... Or did it? Like, okay, theyre trying to make Oz all morally grey and all that but from what Ive seen (and read) so far, the worst he ever did was 'be incompetent' and no one (in the show atleast) even complains about that. So, if Oz had deliberatly given Qrow his bad luck for some reason, their distress would be more justified.

Now, this concept would not really work in this current version of the story. Personally, Id like him to be a bit more of third party, who distrusts Oz but still wants to actively fight Salem, unlike Raven.

Maiden Magic

Just, make them more than just basic elemental powers. Id really like it if they were more specific to each season, yknow what I mean? Like maybe they each control the weather thats associated with their season or something; Winter controls snow/hail, Fall controls the winds/rain, Spring can make the clouds go away/make it rain too, Summer can also make the clouds go away/make it hotter. Obviously more than that too, but I cant really think of anything rn, so Id be cool if you guys could share your ideas

Next, tie them closer to the relics and also get rid of the vaults alltogether. Apparently Oz created the vaults himself using magic sometime after he already granted the Maidens their powers, which is just so.... Ugh, it breaks a lot of things, I feel.

I propose making it so that only real magic can actually activate the relics and bring out their respective weird blue thing. I'll elaborate more on that after I assign each Maiden a new Relic, because while I dont know which Maiden goes with which Relic off the top of my head, I do know that it doesnt make sense.

Spring - Creation, because thats when everything blooms and shit

Fall - Destruction, because thats when everything starts to look barren and dead

Winter - Knowledge, because the relic lets you ask anything about the past and something something, frozen in time

Summer - Choice, mostly by process of elimination because I dont exactly know what the relic even does in this case. Ive heard somewhere that it lets you see the future, so Im assuming its kinda meant to parallel Knowledge, like how Creation parallels destruction even though Jinn did tell them about the future when she said Salem cant be defeated

Now that thats out of the way, I'll explain what I mean by "only real magic can activate the Relics". Instead of the magical vaults that correspond to each Maiden, the Relics themselves correspond to them. So the Winter Maiden is the only one who can ask call out Jinn to ask her something, the Spring Maiden is the only one who can call out Ambrosius to create something, and so on and so forth. Theyd still be kept in vaults obviously, but instead of being magical they vaults would be really hi-tech.

And given that Oz was the one to grant the Maidens their powers and Salem and he seem to have same ones, they should also be to activate all the relics. So during that scene before The Lost Fable when Oz and Oscar are fighting for control, Oscar could touch the lamp and activate it instead of telling them Jinn's name. Once shes out, Ruby could ask her about Ozpin and the flashback carries on as it does in the show proper. And now, last but not least

Salem and Ozma's Magic

I'll admit, I didnt technically come up with this one myself, but make the vague runic glyphs Magic rather than a Semblence. Basically, just give them all the powers Weiss had that the writers forgot about. Time dilation, platforms, projectiles, all that jazz. And they should just be able to use the additional abilities that Weiss was able to use with dust, but without needing dust, yknow what I mean?

And since that means the Schnee Family Semblance cant be Glyphs, I think it should be Summoning. Winter is as good at summoning as she is in the actual show but Weiss can only summon simple structures like walls or maybe additional weapons or a shield if Myrtenaster gets knocked out of her hands during a fight or something like that. That way we can still keep her whole arc about learning summoning.

So, those are all of my fixes for the Magic in RWBY, please let me know whag you think!

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #445

“you’ve got a lot of nerve, but not a lot of spine”

Have you ever created a fake internet persona for yourself? No. Do you enjoy going to weddings or showers? What is it that you like or dislike about them? Not... really. They're triggering for me. And I don't use "trigger" lightly. They legitimately, deeply affect me. It's part of the reason I've lost a lot of interest in being a wedding photographer. Is there a person in your life whom you support by showing up for the sports games, concerts, or other performances? This question, uh... sucks. Because I'm that awful aunt that doesn't go to her nephew's t-ball games while everyone else does. It's the heat that does it, but still... it shouldn't. How many video games do you have? A lot. We have a big case of them. Why did you take the last pill you took? My heartburn is especially awful today. Has a girl ever stayed up with you all night? A guy? A girl, uhhh... maybe? Idk. A guy, yeah. Do you think guys look good with makeup? Hell yeah. How long would you wait to become sexually active with someone you’re dating? That would just depend on how quickly we deeply bond in a relationship. I wouldn't go that far before I knew I was in love with them, though, so it definitely wouldn't be quick. Do you enjoy a good debate or prefer keeping the peace? klasd;jkla;jfklwdj I HATE confrontation, so I strongly prefer to keep that peace. Debates rarely ever stay civil, anyway. Can you ever see yourself and your ex back together? One, easily. The other... I wish. But it won't ever happen because I fucked that relationship up way too much. Are you thinking about anything that’s upsetting right now? Yeah. My PTSD is being really bothersome. Would you ever want to ride in a canoe? Yeah, sounds fun and peaceful. So long as I'm not rowing, ha ha. When did you last see an attractive member of your preferred sex? Did you speak to them? Do you think you’ll see them again? Two days ago. Yeah, 'cuz he was my personal trainer. I don't plan on quitting the gym, so I'll probably see him around there now and again. Have you ever tasted baby food? How about pet food? Save for when I was a baby, obviously, no. I once tried a guinea pig yogurt treat, ha ha. How many times have you had your heart broken? Once romantically, twice overall. Actually, no, four. Quite a jump, I know, but Teddy and Jason's mom both dying was nothing short of heartbreaking. Think of the person you fell hardest for. How many people has he/she been in love with, besides you? One, before me. I don't know about since. Find 5 people on your Facebook friends list, whose names begin with K. Who are these people, and how did you meet them? Katherine: an online friend. We met on YouTube. Kim: she's my stepmom. I met her through my dad, obviously. Kelly: a high school friend. We met in art class. Katelynn: was Jason's old friend's former girlfriend. We met through said friend when we all hung out together. Kieley: she's the wife of who I call my "big bro," a close gaming friend. We met through Sam, the aforementioned friend. Sometimes do you wish you lived in a fantasy world? Yeah, who doesn't? What would you say if the ex who hurt you the most told you they hated you? "I don't blame you" or something to that effect. Have any of your friends dated an ex/previous crush of yours? I don't think it's accurate to call her my "friend," but Jason's first girlfriend and I are friends on Facebook. I'd love to get to know her better and actually be *real* friends. One word to describe the last person you kissed? Strong. Has anyone ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend with you? You could say that. Does your hair have layers? No, not anymore. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom. Have you done something recently that helped someone else, in any way? I don't know. Which Disney princess do you think is the most beautiful? Why? Probably Jasmine. I just think she's really pretty. If you’ve had a bad experience in a past relationship, did you find that you were scared to get into another relationship, in case the same thing happened again? I'm terrified to this day to start new romantic relationships. I had so many panic attacks about losing Sara when we first started dating. If you were going to buy a present for the person you love/like, what would you generally choose? Absolutely something Frieza-related. If you met the celebrity that you most admire, what would be the first thing you’d say to him/her? Probably just "oh my god, thank you" and start crying lmao. Is there something you generally always ask for help with? I'm sure there's something, yeah. When was the last time you cried? Today. Do you like sausage? Yep. Ever held a newborn animal? Kittens, yes. Do you know anyone with a dual citizenship? Uhhhh maybe? Have you been called a bad influence? Yeah. Like she had ANY room to talk. Do you get stage fright? Yes. Would you be excited or annoyed if your favorite book was being made into a movie? Both of my favorite books are also movies, and they're wonderful. Do you need structure in your life or do you prefer to just go with the flow? I require structure, for sure. Without it, my anxiety goes rampant. Change is something I do not cope with well. Post a picture of you from one year ago. No. Have you ever written a fan letter? If so, who was it to and did you receive a response? No. What trait(s) would you not want your children to inherit from you? My mental illnesses, primarily depression. I have A LOT of reasons for not wanting kids, and my poor genetic makeup is even one of them. I don't want to pass on all the shit I deal with. What is the worst place you’ve woken up? Waking up in a shitty bed at the ER while waiting to be transferred was never one of my favorite things... Are you the type of person who has to study to make good grades or does it just come naturally to you? Aha... I was lucky in that once I heard something in school, it had a tendency to stick. I didn't need to study very much at all - usually. When on YouTube, what types of videos do you mainly watch? Mostly let's plays. What was the last conversation you had with someone about? Sara and I were kinda fangirling over how cute Maieykio and Rumours are, ha ha. Do you have any currency that’s not your native country’s? No. Can you describe your father in one word? Complex. Do you still watch movies intended for children? Yeah. Hell, I probably tend to prefer them. Who is your favorite stand-up comedian? That's living, probably Gabriel Iglesias. What is your strangest phobia? Probably whale sharks. Which part of your state/province do you live in [upper,lower,middle]? I live on the eastern side. Who in your life can you count on the most? My mama. Would you rather eat your pizza cold or hot? It depends on what I'm up for. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? No, I'm not a fan. Last thing you drank? Pink lemonade. Have you ever thought you were going to marry someone? Sure did. The belief was clearly mutual. But I ruined that. Who are your favorite people to talk to when you’re down? Sara or my mom. Have you ever thought you liked someone, and then found out that you really didn’t? See: Girt. Describe the last dream you had that you can remember. It was actually... really fucked up, so the squeamish beware. I don't remember the details, just the shocking part: a little bird flew into me, and I thought it was a bug, so I crushed it in my hand. Heard and felt the bones break and it was just... ugh. It's nauseating to recall. I'm sick and tired of dreaming of only awful things. Any current family issues? Not any big ones that include everyone. The only "issue" that really exists in my family is how my mom feels like Ashley (my older sister) avoids her, and therefore Mom doesn't see the kids nearly as much as she wants. She feels very overlooked. Whose room of the opposite sex were you in last? When? Uhhh, probably my nephew's? Sometime when I visited my sister's house, idk. The last movie you watched with a friend? Elf, I think. Have you ever played with fire? Uh no, because I'm not keen on being burned. What industry do you want to be a part of when you’re older? Art, in some form. Who do you usually text the most? Since Sara and I started chatting mainly on Discord, definitely my mom. Have you ever been surprised with breakfast in bed? No. Llamas or sheep? Sheep. Have you ever seen anyone famous in the street? No. When do you plan on moving out? Whenever I'm in a long-term, stable, happy, and healthy relationship. I really don't at all think it would be healthy for me to live on my own. What’re you going to be for Halloween? I'd actually love to dress up this year seeing as I've really been feeling the holidays, but the money to like... make a recognizable costume isn't really with us. So I'll ust answer as if I had it, in which case it would be a handmaid from The Handmaid's Tale, but with fake blood splattered over my stomach region. Will you buy a cake for your next birthday? We always do for b-days. Do you like brownies? BITCH I love brownies. Have you ever dressed up as a witch on Halloween? Yeah, as a kiddo. Have you ever been to a masquerade? No. Do any girls like the last guy you kissed? Maybe, I don't know. Do you have a second mom? I have a stepmom, if that's what you mean. When a bee is coming close to you, do you stand still or run away? Ngl, I gtfo. Do you ever hang out with someone of the opposite sex? I haven't hung out with Girt in around a year. Really need to change that. When you go out to eat, what sides do your order with your food? Fries. What is your winter coat like? ... I actually don't know if I have one? Did you do well at fitness testing in grade school? I did fine. Are art museums interesting or boring to you? Interesting. Inspiring, even. Do you know how to use an ATM? ... No. :x How about write a check? uhhhhhhhhhhh... Are you Italian? Not to my knowledge, no. We don't know my dad's heritage. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings? I commented on one of my sister's Facebook posts earlier. Are you interested in photography at all? Very much so. Do you own an acoustic guitar? I don't believe so? Ashley had one when she was waaaay younger, but I haven't seen it in forever. I think Dad might have it. Can you talk to your parents about anything without them judging or bickering at you? Because you said "bickering," no. Mom knows how to pick fights on a lot of things... Who was the last person you took pictures with? My sister when she came to visit a few months ago. What is the wallpaper on your best friend's cell phone? I'd be willing to bet it's either her and Jem or Frieza. Do you melt butter to put on your popcorn? No. We get the movie theater butter kind. Do you consider flirting cheating? Sure do. Have you ever been on probation? No. What is normally on your Christmas list (if you celebrate it)? A tattoo and meerkat stuff. Do you like KoRn? They're one of my favorites! When you were little, did you pick up worms? Do you pick worms up now? Ha, I did. I would sometimes dig just to look for them, especially if I knew Dad was going to take me fishing later that day. I don't like touching worms nowadays. Would you ever go see a stand-up comedian? Yeah, I think it would be fun. Do you have any best friends that you only know online? BEST friends, not current ones, anyway. I've met my current best friend. Have you ever gotten into a physical fight? Nope. Do you have a problem with swearing? No. What do you do when you see a spider? My reactions vary. If it's a tiny little thing, I tend to ignore it. In most cases, admittedly, I get my mom to come kill it. :x I really, really want to get on a level where I can just cup the spider and take it outside. I want a few types of spiders one day (tarantulas, jumping, and velvet), after all, so I really should get used to interacting with them. I know in my gut they're nowhere near as dangerous and scary as your head makes them seem, but it's so instilled in you (most "you"s, anyway) from a young age to stay away from spiders, so it's fighting almost like instinct. Do you have big dreams? Meh... When is your father’s birthday? Sometime in April. The 16th, I think? Maybe. Are you interested in anime? Yeah. They can have some great stories. Do you eat three meals a day? Most days. Are you part German? German and Irish make up most of my heritage, yes. Do you dream of being a porn star? Uh, I can confidently say no. Have you ever been on a farm? I have. What is your favorite type of muffin? Blueberry, I think. I like the moisture it adds to the muffin. What is the last type of salad that you ate? Just your normal one with iceberg lettuce and ranch. What do you usually put on your waffles? A layer of peanut butter and then some syrup. You NEED to try it. Would you rather have a cottage on the beach or in a forest? A forest! Name all the people that you talked to today. Online, through texts and in person. Mom and Misty are all, I think. Do you know a schizophrenic person? My half-sister. Did you ever watch Sailor Moon? If so, who is your favorite? I did. I don't think I had a favorite character. Name the last 3 people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. Sara: she's very loyal. Girt: he's funny as hell. Tyler: he, uh, cares a lot, I guess? When was the last time you felt EXTREMELY depressed? Why is that? Yesterday, actually. I was passively suicidal just over... a lot of things. Would you ever dye your hair pink? I want pastel pink hair anyway.

[drakelis]

open// location; the golden goose gym

“Ugh, what?” Drake muttered over his open textbook on the front desk of The Golden Goose, rubbing his forehead a little. It had been quiet all afternoon, which was rather lucky for him. Despite the fact he was supposed to be working and there was another local Grimmbook crisis going on in his old neck of the woods, he still had a test next week. A test which, for the life of him, he was never going to do well on if he couldn’t start nailing one of the more infuriating topics it was supposed to cover. 

Genetics.  

It had been fun and interesting when it had just been birds and rabbits and the occasional sheep, but humans were a whole other confusing ball-field and Drake honestly couldn’t be bothered to care how he’d ended up with brown eyes instead of green. No desperate google search on the cracked screen of his phone had helped either. He groaned lightly, about to fall face first into the frustrating embrace of pages 101 and 102 when the door to the gym opened. 

Thank god, honestly. 

“Hey, how can I help you?”

[kumeko]

A/N: Written for the @bubblinezine! I got assigned an AU, so I played around with reincarnation and immortality.

…

…

…

…

“I wonder if it’s something in your DNA,” Bonnie muttered, staring at a vial of brownish-green liquid. She gently shook it, swirling the contents, but the colour only got murkier and she put it into the rack with a sigh. Pulling off her glasses, she cleaned them with the edge of her shirt as she thought aloud. “Maybe I should take a blood sample? Or something deeper?”

 “Ugh. Again?” Marceline scrunched up her nose, not looking forward to the next round of injections. Despite her age, she still hated the little pinpricks. Even if they had become less and less noticeable with each new technological development. She leaned against the wall in Bonnie’s bedroom, softly strumming a guitar as she watched her girlfriend pace back and forth on the rug. “You’re more of a vampire than I am.”

 “But you’re not a vampire.” Bonnie chewed her lips thoughtfully. She brushed a bang behind her ear and Marceline ached at the familiarity of it all.

It was funny how little and how much a person could change through reincarnation. Bonnie had done this before, only she had been Rose then, disguising herself as a boy as she tried to get a job at a university lab. All of her incarnations looked the same, their images overlapping sometimes till Marceline wasn’t sure if she was looking at the present or the past.

 Or maybe even the future—like a fly trapped in amber, Marceline was certain they were bound together now. Perhaps whatever kept her alive for so long had also tied Bonnie to her, a curse that lasted beyond lifetimes.

 “No, just an immortal.” Marceline shrugged, looking at the posters of dead scientists and their creations on Bonnie’s walls. The periodic table took over the space above her workspace and this version of Bonnie was a bigger nerd than all the other ones combined. After a moment, Marceline leered at her girlfriend. “Though maybe I should take your blood so we’re square.”

 Bonnie’s coloured slightly, her cheeks matching her dyed bright pink hair. No doubt she was remembering the hickey Marceline had given her last night. Her hand automatically covered her neck and she glared. “Marceline!”

 “What?” Marceline blinked innocently, blowing away her bangs from her forehead. Even though she’d tied it back in a bun, stray hairs fell out of it here and there and she was due for hair cut. Maybe she’d trim it short this time. “Were you thinking about something you shouldn’t have?”

 Snapping her pencil in two, Bonnie tried very hard not to growl. “No.” Taking a deep breath, she turned away and a ran a hand through her hair. “Anyways, I think it might be genetic thing instead of a disease or something that happened to you.”

 “You thought that last time too,” Marceline commented, focusing on her fingers as she changed the tempo of the song. They’d had this conversation before too and just like the melody, the next words were almost muscle memory. “Though I’m kinda the only one like this, so you weren’t sure if it was hereditary or not. And the science wasn’t really—”

 “Stop!” On cue, Bonnie quickly dashed toward her, pressing a finger against Marceline’s lips.

 For a moment, Marceline stared at the finger, at a girl with waist-length brown hair and hoop-earrings. There was a smirk as Ruby pushed back a lock behind her ear, her eyes lowering as she leaned closer and this wasn’t the past, this was the present, and Marceline shook herself out of the memory before it threatened to drown her.

 That was the problem with living so long. Everything had a memory associated with it. Frowning at the finger, she bit it and Bonnie recoiled with a grimace. Marceline cocked her head. “You do that every time too.”

 “Maybe because I’m right every time?” Bonnie rolled her eyes, about to rub her finger on her pants before thinking better of it. Quickly, she grabbed a glass slide and swiped the saliva on it. “I don’t want to know what the other ‘me’ did. Any of them.”

 “Why?” Marceline set down her guitar now. Getting up, she strolled over to the work desk, to Bonnie’s messily organized notes, tiny cramped writing filling in the margin of each sheet. “Blood, skin tests, health check-ups—you’ve done this before.”

 “But science has changed since then,” she replied, hands on her hips. Her brow was furrowed and there was a cross tone in her voice. “And there could be a bias in their work.”

 “Right.” Marceline’s brow rose. The results were the same either way.

 “I’m still not convinced they’re ‘me’ anyways.” Bonnie snorted, crossing her arms. “Reincarnation doesn’t have any scientific grounding.”

 “Hmmm, neither does immortality,” Marceline pointed out, rolling her eyes. To be honest, she didn’t think the answer was in science, her immortality a curse or a blessing. It had happened so long ago she couldn’t remember, at a time when gods walked the earth and she couldn’t recall if those stories were myth or reality.

 “True. Fine. Fair point.” Bonnie sighed, conceding the argument. “Still, it’s more of a challenge this way.” Bonnie’s eyes sparkled and there, that was the truth of it. She had always been competitive. “I will figure it out.”

 And the same words were uttered by Ruby and Bubbles and Rose and Momo and a centuries long list. If anything, the list would probably extend centuries forward, a stretch of hellos and goodbyes that would stop only when the world ended and maybe not even then. Could Marceline outlive a supernova? Would she hover in space, dying and living within seconds?

 It was a question she didn’t want to know the answer to. Marceline sat back down, grabbing her guitar again as she shrugged. “If you say so.”

 “I do,” Bonnie insisted, settling down beside Marceline. She leaned close, bumping their shoulders, and it’d be easy to kiss her.

 Marceline didn’t think twice before closing the gap. Bonnie blinked before relaxing, pressing back fiercely. Always so competitive. Finally, they broke apart for air, and Marceline smiled cockily. “Break time?”

 “Just taking a different tack.” Bonnie’s flushed skin was a delicious pink and Marceline leaned down to nibble on her neck, only for Bonnie to push her head away. “Later.”

 “Later?” A little put out, Marceline shot her a grumpy look as she sat back.

 “Don’t give me that, just wait a bit. I just have a question.” Bonnie rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. “Do you remember my first life? There might be a clue in there…”

 Marceline shook her head, grabbing her guitar once more. “I can barely remember my early days, let alone yours. I don’t think I even knew you then.”

 “Wait, what?” Bonnie whipped her head to the right, staring at her. “You didn’t know me?”

 She snorted. “Princess, you aren’t the center of the world” When Bonnie bristled and looked ready to bite her head off, Marceline added, “I think I saw you once ore twice, but it’s…hazy.” Like looking in a fogged-up mirror or rippling water. Marceline’s memories of the past were distorted, and each year sent them further and further away.

 Interested, Bonnie stroked her chin. “When’d we meet then?”

 “I dunno.” Marceline shrugged. She played with her guitar’s tuning as she thought about it. It had been a long time since considered those early days. “Maybe a hundred, two hundred years after that? I think I saw you a few times before that but we never really talked till then.”

 “Huh. Interesting.” Bonnie rested her head on Marceline’s shoulder. Stifling a yawn, she continued, “I thought that maybe we both did something together to end up like this, since you kept finding me over and over again.”

 “Oh? Admitting you’re wrong about reincarnation?” Marceline teased lightly, her lips curving into a smirk.

“Only if it’s tied to what happened to you but since it’s not…” From the tone in her voice, there was an irritated frown on her face. “But you don’t know anything about me, so either it’s unrelated or it’s just a coincidence.”

 “And—”

 “And I don’t think it’s a thing,” Bonnie interjected, each word slow and drawn out. “Maybe you’re imagining things.”

 “Mmm…don’t think so.” Marceline chuckled. She softly strummed her guitar. “What else could it be?”

 “There’s a chance that…” Before she could finish her sentence, her body leaned hard on Marceline.

 “Bonnie?” Marceline turned her head the best she could, trying not to knock her head against Bonnie’s. “You ok?”

 The only response was slow, even breathing and a soft snore. Fast asleep. Not surprising, considering the all-nighters Bonnie liked to pull when she was researching something interesting. She even forgot to eat sometimes and maybe Marceline should force a few more breaks. Trying not to laugh, she curled her hand around Bonnie’s and gazed out the open window.

 This felt familiar, like a memory over two centuries ago in Japan, when Bonnie was Momo and Marceline had tried her hand at adventuring. Tuberculosis had weakened Momo in that lifetime, leaving her a shell of herself, her hand as frail as a bird’s bones. That lifetime had been a short one and she had breathed her last like this, their hands intertwined.

 I’ll see you soon, Momo had promised, despite her constant rejection of reincarnation. There had been the faintest of smiles on her lips. I know you’ll find me.

 And she had, as Ruby and Rose and Bonnie and sometimes Marceline wondered if whatever she had was infectious, if it had intertwined in Bonnie’s soul so tightly that she would never be free. Perhaps they would always be like this, losing and finding one another.

 That was fine. She tightened her grip and rested her head on Bonnie’s. Part of her hoped that Bonnie would never figure out her immortality, that they would always be drawn to each other like this like a moth to the flame.

 I’ll see you soon.

 The words were a promise and a curse and the truth. It was easier to say goodbye when she knew that in a few decades, she’d say hello again.

 Marceline had always thought that Bonnie was the fly trapped in amber but maybe it was her all along.

[losille2000]

Hoot and Howl, Chapter 2

TITLE: Hoot and Howl CHAPTER NUMBER: 2/? AUTHOR: Losille2000 CHARACTERS: Actor!Chris Evans/OFC GENRE: Paranormal Romance (more on the magical realism side?) FIC SUMMARY: Chris goes on a camping trip to calm the noisy anxiety in his head, but it ends up leading him into his own messed up version of a Disney movie. When he said he wanted to be a Disney prince as a boy, this was absolutely not what he meant. Especially considering that the princess is also, well… about that… RATING: M (sex, language) WARNINGS:  Nothing. AUTHORS NOTES: Thanks to everyone for being awesome with the first chapter back. Enjoy this one. The OFC’s name is pronounced Nay-shaw.

Previous Chapter - Also available on Archive of Our Own!

Chapter 2

Nascha stood over the bubbling concoction in her cauldron, closing her eyes to the steam rising and curling pleasantly around her chin and cheeks. She’d spent too much time outside in the forest last night, and her skin still felt tight from the cold weather. The soothing warmth was just what her body needed, though it was not enough to rejuvenate the stores of energy she had depleted during the exercise. She only hoped she could make it until the end of the month and her next scheduled volunteer visit to Boston. Falling off the wagon now was not an option. Not without a suitable replacement for her extremely specific needs.

 A disgusted teenaged voice filled Nascha’s head then, drowning out her nagging thoughts. I hope you know I hate when you make that, Nae.

Nascha chuckled and glanced back at the fluffy feline lounging on the cat tree across the kitchen. The cat momentarily paused from painstakingly grooming her luxurious white fur—long enough to glare in accusation at the chuckling person.

 It smells like dog breath, the voice continued.

 “Well, yours smells like old tuna,” Nascha reminded, “so you have no place to talk.”

 Ugh, whatever.

 Ash loved her bored and disgusted teenaged one-liners. The cat could give any teenaged human a run for their money in that department, but there were certainly times when Nascha wished other people could hear it, too, just to understand the pain associated with listening to it all the time. Not that anyone would ever believe what they were hearing. They were more likely to check themselves into an institution than believe that it was possible for a cat to talk back to them. But cats did talk back. All animals did. They understood human languages just fine. The trouble was that Great Spirit had taken away the ability for the animals to respond in kind because of a terrible indiscretion long, long ago.

 Or so the story went.

 It didn’t really matter to her, because she still heard it. She heard all of it. The squirrels, the birds, the lizards and snakes… she heard them. This was her curse. 

 Nascha placed the large wooden spoon she’d been using into the ceramic holder on the stovetop, thinking once again how nice it was to have modern conveniences like electricity and gas to power her needs and keep a constant heat on her work. The ancient medicine woman who taught her this recipe while she’d still been living on the reservation had refused to cook it anywhere else but in a cauldron over an open fire. Maybe it ultimately changed the efficacy of the potion, not using the inherent energy of an open flame to create it, but Nascha was a modern witch. Modern witches innovated. After all, innovation was the only way she’d been able to survive off the reservation that had hidden her—and hurt her—for so long. She was pretty damn good at it all by now.

 A soft electronic chime drew Nascha’s attention away from her thoughts. She reached for her cell phone on the opposite counter as a notification alert popped up on the screen. The motion sensor on her front door had detected some type of movement. Clicking over to the video capture, she saw an old beat up pickup barreling down the driveway at a speed almost too high to take the curve into the clearing where her house sat. She didn’t recognize the vehicle, but whoever was driving clearly had an emergent purpose.

 She watched a moment longer as a very hairy and muddy man jumped out of the truck, reached inside, and withdrew a dog. Well, that explained the rushing in on a Sunday afternoon.

 “Where’s Smoke?” Nascha asked Ash.

 How should I know? Ash said.

 “Will you please find him?”

 Ash rolled over onto her back. If she had the ability to roll her eyes, she would have done that, too. He’s probably watching Star Wars again. Nerd.

 “I have to sit with this for another minute or two,” Nascha said, motioning to the pot. She did not want to waste the ingredients she’d used by overcooking it. Getting the same ingredients would require a visit to a grocery store or the local occult shop; store-bought ingredients never adequately replaced those she picked herself during her nightly exercises. “Please go see what’s wrong.”

I hate going out there, Ash responded. Humans are all idiots.

 “Ash…”

 The cat stood up and stretched languidly, clearly unconcerned, like a senator at an impeachment trial.

 Nascha grabbed the cat—carefully, of course—and set her on the ground. “I would like to remind you of our deal. I agree to feed you, catch small rodents for you, and let you sleep in a warm bed. In return you occasionally help me out around the clinic.”

 Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ash said, flicking her tail unhappily, but walking toward the door into the hallway. And if I don’t, you’ll turn me into a human. Blech.

 “And don’t you forget it!” Nascha called as the door swung shut, even though Ash knew it to be an empty threat. No one, magical or not, could change another creature into something else unless they were born with the genetic ability to do that. Ash was as feline as they came, and she would stay that way until she used all her nine lives.

 Nascha returned to her cauldron, but in her argument with Ash, she’d neglected it too long. It was now splitting and congealing into a gelatinous black goo giving off a putrid smell, not unlike a dog’s breath with periodontal disease. Just like Ash had said. She sighed heavily. “Well, so much for that.”

 She grumbled to herself and pulled the cauldron off the heat to cool down before she could clean it out and start over. Smoke finally appeared in a feathery flurry, landing on his perch.

 There’s a guy outside with a dog, Smoke intoned, but then made a chirping noise not native to an African Grey.

 Nascha looked at him, “I thought you were watching a movie?”

 Smoke bobbed his head and clicked his tongue before speaking aloud, “Alexa turn TV off.”

 The house became more silent and Nascha looked at her other housemate. “Go tell them to wait. Ash is already out there.”

 Was it wise to send her out? Smoke asked.

 Nascha shrugged. “I’ll be right there.”

 Smoke, who was quite a bit more dutiful than Ash, unless his favorite TV shows were on, immediately soared out of the room to take care of business. Nascha washed her hands and checked her appearance in a tiny mirror before she reached the door that led into the surgery suite. Ash sat there flicking her tail, annoyed and waiting to give a report.

 “So?”

 The idiot was attacked by a bear. Name’s Dodger.

 “Thanks.” Nascha frowned, reaching for the waiting room door. A bear? Hardly looked like a bear attack from the video image. But he wasn’t the first patient to exaggerate how he’d been injured, and he wasn’t going to be the last. “Stay close in case I need you.”

 Ash jumped onto the chair in the corner of the room and lifted her own paw to lick lightly. She didn’t care. And honestly, Ash wasn’t going to be much help anyway. Only the bipedal assistant that worked for Nascha Monday through Friday would be any help— seeing as it was Sunday, Nascha worked with what she had. Because she was innovative… not just as a witch, but as a veterinarian. Still, this emergency would be the first true test of her weekend “help.” She didn’t get a lot of emergencies out here in the middle of nowhere.

 Nascha breathed in deeply and let it out as she opened the door to survey the situation before her. She swept her attention to the pathetic looking brown and white dog, the bloody rag around his paw, and the human male who looked completely beside himself. By way of introduction, she said, “I’m so sorry! I was in the middle of something that couldn’t be put down.”

 The hairy, mud-caked man looked familiar to her, but she couldn’t quite place him. Even so, his spirit gave the room a frenetic energy like a geyser bubbling and about to blow. Everyone knew it was about to happen, could sense it, but it was the sickening anxiety and bated breath before the eruption that bothered her. She’d never felt it to this degree.

 “My dog, he—”

 She swooped into action, flicking her eyes down to Dodger. She hummed and reached for him. “Let me take him back and have a look.”

 “Can’t I go back?” The man asked, reluctantly handing the dog over to her.

 She cradled the dog to her chest; Dodger didn’t struggle as she spoke softly. “It’ll be okay, Dodger.”

 Dodger looked up at her as he snuggled into her arms and said in the most delightful old-time Southern drawl, How y’all know my name?

 “You look as white as a ghost,” Nascha said then to the man, ignoring the canine’s drawling voice. She got it. This dog very clearly meant a lot to the guy, but she had procedures. And her procedures included not giving someone a reason to call an institution when she started talking to animals. “You need to sit down and calm down. You’re not going to be any help to your dog or to me if you’re freaking us both out during an exam. Let me look at the injury and stop any active bleeding. Then we’ll talk.”

 Nascha did not wait for approval and swept back into the surgery where she set Dodger down on the metal exam table. “Dodger, what’s your human’s name?”

Chris, he responded, big brown eyes meeting hers. Y’all really understand me, don’t ya?

She chuckled. “Yes, I do. Now. Were you really attacked by a bear?”

 Dodger whined and shifted just enough to hold out his injured paw. It was terrible, Doc. He was fixin’ for a fight.

 Nascha carefully unwrapped Dodger’s paw to find that the bleeding had stopped, and under all the mud, a long laceration across the side of the paw consistent with a tear of some kind originating from his dewclaw… but definitely not from a bear fang or claw. “If a bear had done this, you would have lost your paw.”

 I’m tellin’ y’all. A huge brown one!

“Do I need to ask Chris?”

Dodger whined again. After some hesitation, he looked away and moaned forlornly. Fine! A fish jumped and smacked me in the face. I fell.

Nascha laughed. “And?”

I dunno. It happened when I fell off the rock into the river.

“Alright,” Nascha said. “Do you think it’s safe to call your human in?”

Nah, I reckon he’s ‘bout as useful as a screen door on a submarine right now.

She couldn’t hold in her laughter at his expression. How had a Southern dog gotten all the way up here to Massachusetts? His owner did not have the same slow drawl. In fact, he’d sounded distinctly Bostonian in the few words they’d exchanged in the waiting room. “How about I get it all cleaned up and stapled, then call him in?”

 How can y’all understand me?

 Nascha did not have time to explain the ins and outs of her abilities. Though this wound was not life threatening, it did need attention sooner rather than later. “That’s not what I asked.”

 “Um… excuse me?”

 Both she and Dodger froze, turning their attention to the doorway. The door remained closed, but judging from the voice, he was directly on the other side of it. “Yes?”

 “May I please see my dog?”

 Nascha exchanged a look with Dodger, who then laid back on the table, resigned to not getting an answer right away. “If you promise not to pass out.”

 “I can handle a little blood,” he remarked as he stepped into the room.

 She noticed, quite suddenly, that he took up a lot of physical space. More than she had realized out in the waiting room. He wasn’t overly tall, but at least six foot, he was taller than her. His shoulders were broad and sturdy. And he was a mess, covered in blood, mud and likely freezing. His brain, however, had not really noticed that last bit because he was so worried about his dog; she could still feel the turbulent energy rolling off him. He was in shock, or pretty near to it; now it was a matter of two patients, rather than one.

 “The good news is that he’s fine,” she said. “Bad news is that I need to do major clean up and staple his leg.”

 “Nothing broken? He’ll be okay?”

 She nodded. “He tore his skin, mostly. Once I get it cleaned up, I’ll have a better picture of everything, but it otherwise seems fine. I can do a radiograph if you would like to make sure nothing’s broken. But from palpating it, I don’t feel anything out of the ordinary. And Dodger didn’t complain.”

 The man’s whole demeanor deflated. He crumpled onto the bench beside Ash, who had been as silent as a dormouse through the whole process. “Thank god. I thought—”

 “I am also worried about you,” Nascha added, coming around the table to crouch down in front of him. She set a comforting hand on one of his he had rested on his knees, but instantly regretted the decision. Touching humans was always a risk for her. This was different, though. A different she couldn’t quite fathom. “Are you okay?”

 “I’m fine.”

 “You don’t look it,” she replied, securing her hold on him. He turned his palm up, grasping her fingers like they were a tether to reality. She noted that his were mostly soft hands—office worker hands—but there was a degree of roughness there that suggested he might have hobbies that took him away from a desk. His fingers were long, the nails bitten but not to the extent that they were horrible to look at. As a matter of fact, they looked like very pleasing hands and she had the brief irrational thought that they probably took great care of whomever he loved.

 She’d held a lot of hands in her time, but most of those were gnarled and old, at the end of their journey when their owners asked her for assistance. His, in contrast, were vital. Alive. There was nothing sick or dying about him. Freezing cold from the elements, yes, but strong and alive, nonetheless.

Nascha wanted to hold on longer, not least of all because she now felt his frenzied energy oozing into her skin and up her arm, curling and mixing with what was left from her last trip to Boston.

It had been too long since she’d fed. The exercise in the woods last night had taken too much out of what little she had left. And he… he was potent.  

She wanted to moan in delight as his energy began to fill the empty voids within her, but clamped her lips shut at the last second.

That would have been embarrassing.

The man released a shuddering breath and laugh-groaned when he looked down at himself, the tension releasing from his broad shoulders. Slowly, he turned his attention up to hers. Soft blue-gray eyes with the longest eyelashes blinked back at her. They were the kindest blue eyes she’d ever beheld. “I am a little cold.”

 She finally succeeded in pulling her hand out of his, severing the connection, reluctant to let go. It would have been so easy to hold on for longer. The consequences of that, though? She shuddered at the thought. She’d made a promise to herself a long time ago to never take without asking—or being asked—first. Technically, she’d already broken it.

 “How about a blanket, a fire, and some coffee? That is, if you feel comfortable enough sitting in my living room while I work on Dodger.” 

Never mind that she did not feel comfortable with his intrusion. Having someone around meant she had to watch what she said and what she did. It was a mental load she wasn’t prepared to handle. Still, the words had come tumbling freely from her lips. She silently hoped he would decline and instead go back to the regular waiting room.

 He surprised her by saying, “I would love it.”

 Nascha eased back up to her full height, doing a quick mental survey of her living quarters. Had she left anything out from her work earlier that would be too difficult to explain? The cauldron was definitely an issue, but it was close enough to Halloween. She could explain it away as experimenting on something for decorations or a Haunted House or something, though she never decorated for the holiday because she didn’t celebrate it.

 “Good. Let me put Dodger in a kennel and I’ll get you set up,” she finally said as she turned back to the dog.

 Dodger yipped at her. I don’t need to be put away.

 Nascha shook her head. “You’ll be fine for a little while, Dodger.”

 No, I will not.

 “He’s fine,” the man, Chris, said through a shaky laugh. “He hides out in his kennel back home when he wants to get away from me.”

 Yankee traitor, Dodger mumbled.

 “Does he want to, uh, get away from you a lot?” Nascha asked by way of conversation.

 She began to scoop the canine back into her arms, but Chris held out a hand to stop her. “I can carry him.”

 Nascha picked up Dodger anyway. “I’m stronger than I look…follow me.”

 She pushed her way out of the exam room and into the back work area of her home. The previous owner—also a veterinarian—had built this addition on long ago to house his country practice. It consisted of one exam room, one clean room for surgeries, and a small lab equipped for only the most basic of pathology tests. The stainless-steel kennels lined one wall of the lab.

“You have a nice little setup back here,” he said.

“Thanks,” she replied, not elaborating. She could say that the previous owner had given it to her as a gift, but then she’d have to explain why he had given it to her. And that would be impossible to explain without scaring the shit out of anyone. Even though Dodger’s owner had calmed down considerably since she had held his hand and siphoned off his frenzy, she did not want to create another problem that would bring the anxiety back.

She couldn’t be trusted to hold his hand again. Next time, she might not be able to let go.

Nascha turned her thoughts to the heavy animal in her arms. She cooed softly at Dodger as she placed the dog inside a clean kennel on top of a thin cushion. On top of him, she wrapped a large towel to help him conserve some warmth before she could get back. Dodger accepted her kindness by licking her wrist and letting out a heaving sigh. He didn’t say anything else.

 “You’re sure he’ll be fine?” Chris asked as she closed the door.

 “In two weeks, you won’t even know there was a problem,” she said. “Except for the hair that will still be growing back.”

 “Okay,” he breathed out.

 Nascha gave him a small smile that she hoped was comforting and set her hand on his back, in the middle of his flannel-covered shoulders. It was a familiar move she wouldn’t normally have made, but he seemed appreciative of it. Maybe she was, too, now that she could feel the hard sinew beneath the damp flannel covering his torso. Office worker hands or not, the man clearly did many physical things with his body.

 “How about we get you warm now?” she asked.

 He nodded and shivered. It was enough of an answer for her, as she motioned for him to follow her down the hallway toward the living portion of the house.

[gleefail]

Glee Memories: 1x6 Vitamin D

A long, long time ago, as Glee was approaching graduation in Season 3, I found myself nostalgic with some rare free time on my hands. So I decided to rewatch the series from the beginning and jot down some memories, discrepancies that have arisen since, fave quotes, tally solos - all that good stuff, strictly for shits and giggles.

8 years later (eek!) and once more I find myself with an unexpected abundance of free time. With so many revisiting or being newly introduced to the show between binge watching during Quarantine and all the tragedy that has surrounded the show since it went off the air, I figured I’d finish what I started. And by finish, I mean go through the end of S3. Cause I truly cannot acknowledge what happened after that. Except for 5B.

Kicking this off by reposting the first 15 episodes I already went through. Enjoy!

1x6 Vitamin D Mr. Schue is worried cause the Glee club is being lazy and complacent. First time and still true until Sue came along to help the club.

Mmmmkay. And now Mercedes starts dressing kinda funky. Oh goody. :/

Ugh. Listen, I have adored Matthew Morrison since I saw him in Hairspray 10 years ago, but it’s still not at all appealing when he tries to lick that mustard off his own chin.

“I will hold my tongue no further.”

”You have to remember something: we’re dealing with children. They need to be terrified. It’s like mother’s milk to them. Without it, their bones won’t grow properly.”

“Ellen, that blouse is just insane.”

”I don’t understand how lightening is in competition with an above ground swimming pool”

BOYS V. GIRLS FOR THE FIRST TIME! <3

“Okay, split up: guys on the right side, girls on the left side…Kurt” *gestures for him to join the boys, not the girls* Kurt looks soooo pissed. And is such a baby-faced nugget!

A Mash-Up was just defined and used for the first time.

”We’re planning on smacking them down like the hand of God” yaaaaay, Sue’s Journal entries! I miss those. Hey, did she ever get that hovercraft she was working towards?

”Let me be frank: your husband is hiding his kielbasa in a Hickory Farms gift basket that doesn’t belong to you.”

”I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness. Me? Never wanted kids. Don’t have the time, don’t have the uterus.” #oops

“I think you should both pack up and move out of the district. Unless you wanna lose your man to a mentally ill ginger pygmy with eyes like a bush baby”

the Matthew Morrison mustard licking is even less appealing in slow motion. Ew.

Terri just wiped Emma’s mug off with her own spit. Even if you didn’t have OCD, that is not right.

“But you’re not a nurse. You don’t have any training…” “Oh please, Will – it’s a public school.”

Wait…Mr. Schue seems to be teaching music theory? WTF? Has this happened before? Since?

“She freaks me out in a Swim Fan kinda way”

“But her body’s smokin’…if you’re not into boobs” Finn re: Rachel

I don’t think I ever caught this before – Finn is rubbing BioFreeze on his legs and accidentally scratches near his eye…and you can see the effect set in and then he spazzes out. Ha! #BlessFinnsHeart

“My mom says I’m stretched too thin so I gave up homework but that didn’t help” #BlessFinnsHeart

“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute”

“Where’s Quinn?” “Probably down at the mall looking for elastic waistbands”

“Let’s do the number and then build a house for Habitat for Humanity” oh, Finn on ‘vitamin d’. He has the mind of a child. Especially during this performance. Holy crap!

“No one at Glee is gonna judge you.” Oh, that will change Rachel.

Hahahaha, Quinn drew pornographic pictures of Rachel on the bathroom walls. I miss when Quinn hated Rachel. Just a little bit. Cause she did it so well and right now it would please my soul to see some of that.

Poor Howard Bamboo is so terrified of Terri and just pitiful. I just want to hug him and tell him to stand up to her! :(

“I see em’ together all the time – laughing, talking…all the stuff she never does with me”

Terri’s office looks like it’s the same as Emma’s…

“I am not built to work 5 days a week”

“I’ve been thinkin’ maybe that if you and I started seein’ each other on the side it might kinda cancel their thing out”

“She doesn’t like to be touched…by me.”

“Look at the two of us. You pregnant and me with psoriasus and one testicle that won’t descend.”

“Though I’ve been grouped with the boys, my allegiance still remains with you ladies. They declined my offer to do their hair in cornrows and all my artistic decisions have been derioted as ‘too costly’ because they involve several varieties of exotic bird feathers.”

Rachel’s goal is a Grammy, not a Tony. #oops

smack-talking Finn is a giant douche. Ugh.

“You being here is not good for our marriage.” “Spending time together is not good for our marriage?” She has a point…

“A lot of ants on the sidewalk today.” *long uncomfortable silence* “Pretty late in the season for that.”

oh, Ken proposing. I hated you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.

“Look, Emma, I know our relationship hasn’t been perfect. You won’t ride in my car. I can’t touch you above the wrist. Remember you cried for an hour that one time my elbow accidentally brushed by your breast? But I think about you all day long. I kiss that picture of us at the State Fair every night before I go to sleep. Emma Pillsbury, this is not an engagement ring – no, I mean it is, but it’s more than that. It’s a promise. Look, Emma, I know you have this thing about being clean. Now I can’t promise to pick up my underwear or squeegee the shower door, but I can promise to keep your life clean of sadness and loneliness and any other dark clouds that might float into it. It’s cubic zirconia. I know how effected you were by Blood Diamond.”

“Thankyousomuch,itreallyisapleasure.Whiletheboyschoseaselectionofsongsthatcastaneyeinwardontheirresponsiblelifechoicesandsexualhungeroftoday’smodernteens,wehavechosenaselectionofsongsthatspeakstothenationasawholeduringthesetroublingtimesfilledwitheconomicuncertaintyandunbridledsocialwoebecauseifthere’stwothingsAmericaneedsrightnow,thatissunshineandoptimism.” *awkward pause and Rachel finally breathes* “Also angels.” OMG. Maybe my favorite Rachel Berry moment ever.

Also, this was one of my fave musical moments (songs, singers, choreography) of all of Season One. Heather Morris is gangsta on this, dancing like she’s on crack. OMG. I love it. Every one of these girls is such a great dancer.

“Can you um…can you think of any other options I might have?” “Is that a reason to marry someone?” “That’s not what I’m asking.” See, Glee still does this – these weird conversations that are clearly about something else, but never really get finished and things are left in limbo but as if the akward moment didn’t happen, so I think I’m losing my mind when I look for the continuity….ugh. Headache. What just happened?

“You have no chance with my husband. Do I make myself clear? You might think there’s some kind of competition going on with you and I, but that’s like saying that a nail is competing with a hammer.”

“Do yourself a favor, honey. Marry Ken Tanaka. Oh sure, he’s dumb like sand, and his fondue pot of nationalities is gonna open your kids up to a host of genetic diseases…but he’s kind, and he’s generous. And he’s available.” I don’t like Terri but….truth.com right there.

“I need to talk to you, about the baby” “Is everything ok? You’re not having it right now, are you?” What?! No! Aren’t you supposed to be a nurse?”

“You want money from me?” “It’s gonna be your baby.” “Which means I’m gonna be paying the bills for 18 years – I think you can handle 9 months” Oh Terri.

Aw. My heart still breaks for Emma during this scene where she basically accepts Ken’s proposal and asks for a secret marriage. And says she doesn’t wanna spend the rest of her life alone. Gah – so sad! :(

“I don’t even remember performing.”

“I’m sorry for what I said the other day. For calling you contemptable and deplorable” “Ah, that’s ok. I didn’t even know what those words meant.” #BlessFinnsHeart

“My goals are too selfish.” Rachel. Why did you forget that lesson?

Howard Bamboo got arrested on suspicion of running a meth lab. Ha!

“You are oblivious to consequences” A running theme of this show.

oh Glee. Again with the weird situations…neither Will nor Emma even preTENded to be happy about her marrying Ken when she told him. How does neither of them address it? What just happened?

I remember the first time I saw this episode and I loved that Rachel Berry had changed to being a team player and making her goal about winning sectionals with the team. That didn’t last long. SOLOS: Finn (1), Artie (1), Rachel (1) MERCEDES TAKES THE GLORY NOTE: 2nd time