Friendly Reminder…
There are heartwarming parts of Animorphs. There are funny parts of Animorphs.
There are no happy parts of Animorphs.
(via chromatographic)
Anyway I’ve been attempting to Novel for almost five hours now and I’ve decided that clearly I am too aggravated to write an emotionally wringing trial and sentencing. All I really want to do is talk about Shiko wearing flower crowns made by her girlfriend and Brenneth and Crispin sitting on a roof and looking at stars while they mutually get drunk on the most expensive wine Crispin can get his hands on and the fact that Brenneth and Krei are actually legally family according to Alleirai law.
So if you also wanna talk about that, hit me up so that I can pretend I’m being productive.
50 “Not so Nice” OC or FR Asks
List your OCs in the tags or link your lair so that people can ask you!
1. What is one word to shut them up?
2. What is the thing they feel the most guilty about?
3. What is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced?
4. Describe their worst nightmare.
5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.
6. What is something that never fails to make them feel sick?
7. What feature (physical or otherwise) do they hate most about themselves?
8. Do they have anything that triggers them?
9. What is their greatest physical weakness?
10. What is their greatest mental weakness?
11. Do they have any vices?
12. Have they ever done something illegal? What was it?
13. Which of the 7 Deadly Sins best describes them?
14. Are they prone to outbursts (of violence, extreme emotion… exc… )?
15. Who do they hate the most?
16. Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?
17. What sound always gives them a headache?
18. Is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?
19. Do they consider themselves ugly?
20. Do they consider themselves unloveable?
21. What is something that causes them great anxiety?
22. Do they have any mental illnesses?
23. Have they ever been assaulted/abused/raped?
24. Do they fear the possibility of being assaulted/abused/raped?
25. Have they ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust?
26. Have they ever been seriously injured?
27. How many times have they been in the hospital?
28. Is there a certain type of person that disgusts them?
29. Does what they cannot see scare them?
30. Have they ever been bullied?
31. Do they have self-confidence or self-image issues?
32. Do they have a bad relationship with their parents?
33. Have they ever been in a relationship that didn’t work out so well?
34. Have they ever self harmed?
35. If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?
36. Are they in control of their emotions, or are their emotions in control of them?
37. Have they ever had their freedom taken away?
38. Have they ever been imprisoned?
39. Have they ever been accused of something they didn’t do?
40. Do they often blame themselves for other people’s problems?
41. Do they get sick often?
42. Are they comfortable with where they are in life?
43. Do they wish that they could change their pasts?
44. What’s one thing they wish they could do more often, but can’t?
45. What is the emotion they most commonly experience?
46. Have they ever contemplated suicide?
47. Have they ever gone so far as to attempt suicide?
48. Is there anyone that they would willingly kill?
49. If [name] was put into ______ situation, they’d rather die than live to see it through.
50. Create your own!
Anonymous asked: do u ever cry abt space rovers bc we sent them out there to d i e
Okay, I mean, on the one hand yes.
But on the other hand, like.
Do you ever sit back on your hands and look up at the stars and think about how we put little pieces of ourselves in space rovers and sent them up there to explore.
About how humanity could have named them anything and we called them Curiosity and Voyager and searching-words and traveling-things.
About how we crave exploration and learning and newness so much that we taught them to do the same, to seek knowledge and answers all their lives–because that’s all we do, you know, we have our little batteries going boom in our chests and we learn and grow and travel as much as we can before our batteries run down.
About how we put a Golden Record of information from Earth in a ship and sent it out, just on the random off chance that someone would find it, and people added greetings and kind words and “please come find us, because we’re alone in this endless black and you might be alone too and maybe we can be not-alone with each other,” and then we entrusted it to one of these things that we had made.
About how space rovers are each a message in a bottle, the best and most curious part of humanity, the part of ourselves that we hope is at our core, the part of ourselves that we believe is the most worthy.
About how we filled them up with our souls.
Because sometimes I think about that, and then I really cry.
Anonymous asked: I am really glad about your tags on that mom post you did. Everyone is always ragging on me because I do t talk to my mother, but they don't understand how shitty she is. And things like you said just help me not feel super shitty as well. Thank you.
Listen, honey, let me tell you a story about my family. First of all, my mom and dad are the kindest, most generous, best people I have ever had the privilege to know, and I am grateful every day for their presence in my life.
That being said.
My Yaya, my mom’s mom, used to leave bruises on me and convince me that I was insane, and that’s nothing compared to what she did to my mother. She has caused directly four (five?) nervous breakdowns in my cousins, and drove one to the point where he called his sister to come keep an eye on him in case he tried to kill himself. My Nana, my dad’s mom, is a decent person, or could be if she didn’t stand idly by while her husband turns violent and aggressive. He’s a bitter, cruel, misogynist old man, and the shit they are literally right now putting my father through makes me see red. I could gladly punch any of them in the face. My response to hearing that Yaya has kicked the bucket will be literal tears of relief, followed by copious amounts of alcohol. The best I can hope for is to be ignored, and I have resigned myself to that, but my god am I ready to be done with their shit.
So here’s the point to this unnecessarily personal rant: you’re doing right by yourself, and that’s what matters. You looked at your situation and chose life over limb, and I’m really, really proud of you for it. That is a brave thing to do and the only people who understand that are the people who are in the same situation.
Family isn’t supposed to hurt like this. You are doing the right thing.
Anonymous asked: YOU GOT REBLOGGED BY SPACE-AUSTRALIANS
I don’t even know how that post got so popular. I just like to sit around and be a smart-ass about Legolas and Gimli, guys. Also, since it’s not my post, I never know who reblogs it until someone tells me or it comes across my dash.
Gay and bi people: who was your first fictional same-gender crush?
Mine was Velma from Scooby-Doo.
(via windbladess)
a short letter to those who left
Let’s get one thing straight.
I am a star. Not in the metaphorical sense of a shining bauble to coo over and capture in camera flash, but in the fierce and wild sense of the cosmos. I burn white-hot, powered by an engine humanity cannot dream of touching, strong enough to alter the very matter of myself, to merge the unmergable atom. My parents are a solar wind and a nebula, a thing cast out and a thing destroyed, and I am what they have spun me into being as, a thing untouched.
And you are not. You are tiny. You have looked up into the sky on your little world and seen the speck of light and named me and drawn me into constellations, but you see a memory of the dead and distant past. You could not bear my present. My touch would burn you, my light would blind you, and so you cling to the small light of my past, and I spin my planets and moons in a song you will never hear, and mourn the fact that you could not stand with me as I am.
So next time you wish you could reach up and touch me and make me into that small light, remember: I am a star. You have not had a hand in my creation save to throw petty stones and place me in pretty pictures with cruel stories, and you will not have a hand in my future.
And to the small light, remember: this is only a distant memory.
the power goes out in the fray
For @littlestartopaz: What would have happened if Leia was sent to Tatooine and Luke to Alderaan?
This sounds like an excuse for my very favorite thing: blatantly strong-in-the-Force Jedi Leia. I was gonna do headcanons but instead HERE is the first scene of Leia Skywalker of Tatooine finding some old asshole in a brown robe. *backflips out*
Leia scowled at the old man—Ben Kenobi, her ass—and the droid at her knee warbled happily.
“You lied,” Leia said. The sweet-faced boy draped in white robes on the recording had asked for an Obi-wan, but Kenobi’s aren’t exactly a dime a dozen since the old homestead was annihilated by the Tuskens. She can do the math.
“From a certain point of view,” Kenobi said with a shrug, smiling down at the droid.
“The boy on the recording–”
[Prince Luke Organa of Alderaan] the droid offered.
“—very helpful, thanks, Prince Luke said you were his only hope,” Leia said, prowling forward. “What exactly qualifies you for that, old man?”
Kenobi looked up at her with a start at that, blinking pale blue eyes at her, and gave a brittle half-laugh. “You’re very much like your father, when I knew him,” he said distantly. And then he launched into an epic tale about Jedi and her father and Leia stood, feeling shock shiver through her. She had known that her father was a general, but a Jedi?
Some Nat/Steve friend fluff for @littlestartopaz, in that soulmate AU from earlier, reading it probably isn’t necessary but I’m always in search of approbation. This is probably just a few months after the Avengers were formed, in my bastardized movies-comics-wishful-thinking-verse where they all live in Avengers Tower.
Steve and Natasha are sparring, because Steve gets nervous about sparring with fragile normal humans and Natasha is willing to bully him into it. Tony isn’t generally one to spar, given the suit, and Clint’s still recovering from the cracked rib he sustained on their last mission, and Thor, who could take Steve’s full strength punch without batting an eye, is still off-planet handling his psychopath brother. (No one asks Bruce to spar, because they all like being un-splatted.) So Natasha drags Steve’s protesting ass into the ring and punches him in the face until he fights back. Unless he manages to actually grab her, it’s a pretty fair match.
It’s a system, okay, and if Natasha thinks it’s funny that he’s afraid he’ll hurt her, that’s between her and the inside of her own skull.
