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Humanity is so beautiful

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So I learned two cool things about humans: 
Humans have stripes!
Human skin is overlaid with what dermatologists call Blaschko’s Lines, a pattern of stripes covering the body from head to toe. The stripes run up and down your arms and legs and hug your torso. You cannot see them without special equipment as the difference between the stripe cells and the non-stripes are too subtle for human eyes to pick up. You will also notice them at if something irritates the skin, as rashes and moles can form along these invisible lines.

Humans are bio-luminescent!
We glow in the dark. Natural chemical reactions in our cells let out some energy in the form of visible light. Unfortunately this light is very weak, about 1000 times weaker than the eye can see. Scientists still don’t know if there are animals capable of seeing this light in humans. 

So, it gave me an idea, and I will be writing something on it, but I’m also eager to see where others would go with the idea: what if humans met a race that could see our stripes, or our glow, or both! 
My take on the idea will involve the aliens adoring these glowing stripy creatures. Humans, meanwhile, are really confused about why these aliens find us so much more attractive than the more colourful creatures out there. Their compliments would confuse us. We literally cannot see what makes us beautiful to them. 

Anyone who wants to write this, feel free to go other places; love, hate, disgust, confusion. Any reaction from the humans, or aliens, can make a good story. 

Melissa was supposed to be known as a researcher and diplomat on every starbase she visited. Instead, she was known only as “Human Muffin”. It was all because of Korf, not that it was really the little guy’s fault he couldn’t pronounce her name. A surprising number of aliens species had trouble with human names.

Korf was often the only reason Human Muffin put down her e-reader and interacted with the rest of the crew. He had a habit of greeting her by leaping onto her, wrapping his tentacles around her, and playing with her hair. Life on a spaceship with a small child was never boring… especially when said spaceship was prone to glitches.

The one glitch Human Muffin would never forget was the time the lights when out.

Human Muffin was terrified. Not because of the all-consuming darkness that prevented her from seeing her hand even if she touched her nose, but because her captain’s young child was currently attached to her back.

“Okay, hold tight, Korf,” Human Muffin instructed, slowly feeling her way down the hall.

“You’re funny!” Korf giggled. “It’s like you can’t see!”

“…Can you see?”

“Yeah, ‘specially with you glowing.”

“I don’t glow, Korf.”

“Yeah you do, ‘specially your stripes.”

“Korf, I don’t have stripes.”

“Yeah you do.”

“If you say so,” Human Muffin sighed, “Korf, you want to be a navigator like your dad, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you can tell me where to go please? So we don’t bump into anything.”

“Yeah! Okay turn left!”

Later that night, after the lights had been repaired and Korf was in bed, Human Muffin sat around playing cards with a few other officers.

“Korf said something funny today,” Human Muffin mentioned casually.

“Oh?” Captain Urfuf encouraged.

“Mm, he said I have glowing stripes.”

“Your stripes do bioluminesce brighter than the rest of you.”

“Wait, what? I don’t glow, and I don’t have stripes!”

“Korf did say you seemed visually impaired when the lights went off, are your eyes perhaps too weak to perceive your stripes?”

“My… what?”

“Oh yeah, that’s a thing,” Human Joe the science officer chimed in, “we actually are stripey and glowy, we just can’t see it.”

“This is so weird,” Human Muffin sighed.

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I keep seeing gif sets for Outlander going past my dash and getting excited to see Sam Heughan in a kilt again (the man has excellent legs and I am weak, weak, trash) and then I saw a picture of Diana Gabaldon and had this weird transportive memory moment where suddenly I am 18 years old again working in the tea house on Sauchiehall Street and I’m taking the order of this really polite American couple who keep telling me about all the tourist things they have done here and asking me if I have been up to Inverness and visited XYZ. And I’m just there for the tip man, Americans tip so good I am just giving it my all, laughing along and chattering away, I’m one step away from doing a jig for them if it will get me a tenner I can keep to myself.

And then the husband goes off somewhere, and it’s just the dark haired lady sitting up by the window seat watching the Glasgow world go by, and I refill her cup several more times and talk her into trying the freshly baked shortbread and soon she’s my only table left and I’m just sort of lingering nearby polishing cutlery. And then this dark haired woman with bright eyes turns to me and says “you said you’re going to college for literature, right?”

I confirm, yes, that is what I said, but then for some reason I say “I figure I should try and teach or something. There’s not much stable work for writers.”

And there’s this frozen in time moment where she turns to me and says “oh you’re a writer? what do you write?” and 18 -year-old me only has half-baked ideas and is too embarrassed to say, so I just sort of shrug and say “nothing yet, some sci fi I suppose…” and then I get asked “have you read a book series called Outlander?”

It’s only my customer service facade that saves me, because yes, I had read Outlander, everyone and their nan, has read some of Outlander, because everyone and their nan wants to commit several types of sin with Jamie Fraser but other than that I think the book is awful. It was like the Fifty Shades of Grey of its time but without the stalking and the psychosis. So I say, “yea, I’ve read it” and she sort of half laughs and says “You don’t sound that enthused.” and I sort of shrug and say “it was all right, it waffled a bit for me. You can tell the author has never been to Scotland either.”

And on the conversation goes for several more moments before this lady turns the conversation back to what I want to write and I admit I really don’t know but I just want to write eventually and she smiles and nods and then she hands me a business card along with my ten pound tip and tells me “when you’re published let me know” while I smile, nod and glance briefly at the card—remembering vaguely the name Watkins and an address in Arizona—then move on with my life.

Until this very moment in time, over a decade later, I am sat frozen on my couch watching this dark haired woman speak about how she came to write Outlander, and then an image of her husband comes up and I’m just like no, no, no so I look up her website and his last name is Watkins and they live in Arizona guys…guys I’m not 100% sure, but I think past me might have told Diana Gabaldon her book was shit.

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crowley after six thousand years has all this patience and all this ‘your pace, angel’ about him and he never says but it’s not out of his own self-preservation vis-a-vis the mortifying ordeal of being known (tho it is vis-a-vis his safety from hell, which we’ve seen he’s willing to risk for aziraphale’s sake – that’s another post). he does it for aziraphale’s. crowley is ready to be known, but he knows that aziraphale – with his faith, with his loyalties to heaven – isn’t ready to know. 

in a sense, crowley keeping quiet about the specifics of his feelings for aziraphale is another protective move in a long line of protective moves. crowley’s silence protects aziraphale’s status quo with regards to right and wrong v Right and Wrong as heaven denotes it, and instead crowley allows aziraphale the time and space to work up to challenging it himself. crowley lets aziraphale do it himself, he lets aziraphale come to those conclusions himself. and aziraphale does do this work! just very slowly. he agrees to the arrangement. he understands that he and crowley are in something that both heaven and hell would disapprove of. he doesn’t want crowley to be able to destroy himself, and then he decides he trusts crowley enough to not destroy himself (thereby leaving aziraphale behind). he gets involved in the raising-warlock scheme and doesn’t disclose every part of it to heaven. he goes slow – crowley sees that. 

crowley allows him that. if the world weren’t ending, crowley would’ve waited even longer. but aziraphale is still clinging to heaven – he hasn’t given up on that blind faith. he still wants heaven to be good. he’s giving heaven every chance to prove itself as good so he doesn’t have to upset that status quo.  

which is why it all blows up when crowley says he wants them to run off together. crowley can’t give aziraphale any more time; there is no more time. crowley submits himself to the mortifying ordeal of being known in a last desperate attempt to get the reward of being loved, but aziraphale isn’t ready to realign his worldview yet. he isn’t ready to acknowledge all the things about heaven and about crowley that must be true for what crowley is saying to be true. aziraphale is in fact flat out startled, and because he isn’t ready, he lashes out and rejects it. and actually, aziraphale in a very real sense has already betrayed crowley – he knows where the antichrist is and he’s already told heaven, and he’s lied to crowley about it. even though aziraphale wants heaven to do the same thing crowley wants – which is to stop the antichrist and the coming armageddon – he is keeping crowley out of it. he’s already put all his eggs in heaven’s basket, and then crowley shows up and submits himself, wholly and completely, to the mortifying ordeal of being known, and aziraphale basically goes, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what am I supposed to do with that. it’s no mistake that crowley’s unforgivability v aziraphale’s holiness is a part of the arc in this conversation – aziraphale is thinking about it, and crowley is deliberately telling him, you know me better than to define me by that. but how can crowley be right over heaven? only if heaven is wrong. aziraphale can’t let go of that, not yet.

 and for the first time really, crowley is storming away: he’s submitted himself, and aziraphale hasn’t known him. he’s rejected him.

but crowley doesn’t give up. he comes back: he submits again to the mortifying ordeal. aziraphale is listening to him. this is so important. aziraphale isn’t rejecting him easily the second time. he tries to tell crowley – he tries to let crowley into his plan now, but it comes down to asking crowley to trust heaven, and crowley knows better. the conversation about crowley’s forgivability comes back, and aziraphale is telling him that even if heaven won’t, i will, and that’s what matters between them right then. but it isn’t until aziraphale comes to the conclusions about heaven on his own in his conversation with the metatron that he fully understands what crowley was really telling him, and he understands. when aziraphale goes to the bar, he understands everything crowley is telling him, everything crowley has told him, and when he says “I’m sorry to hear that” in response to “I lost my best friend,” it’s what it says on the tin!! he’s sorry!! he didn’t trust crowley and he should have!! he’s sorry for the rejection he’s sorry he didn’t understand he’s sorry he betrayed crowley he’s sorry he let crowley leave. 

and then he asks crowley for help. this isn’t a skip by the apologies they need – this is direct action apology. aziraphale undoes his betrayal. he came to tell crowley where the antichrist is. he came to tell crowley how to stop him. they are back on plan-anti-antichrist. actually crowley says, “i’m not going there,” but he’s going to go where aziraphale is, and they both know it. aziraphale is saying, i believe you. i understand you. i know you. but there’s one more step for them before they achieve the reward of being loved: they have to save the world, or it will all be over. aziraphale doesn’t actually need crowley in order to do this, but he wants him there. this is aziraphale’s alpha centauri, but we don’t just save ourselves. we’re better than that. we save everyone. and crowley says, tell me where to go. 

at that point, there’s no longer any question that they’re going to do whatever they have to, and they’re going to do it together. 

can you give us a summary of gilgamesh’s story? i know its like thought to be one of the oldest literatures recovered but idk the actual story?

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Tyrant king Gilgamesh oppresses his subjects enough that they pray to the gods to stop him. The gods create Enkidu, a furry with a sense of justice, to be Gilgamesh’s opponent and teach him humility. Enkidu gets laid and goes off to fight Gilgamesh, loses, but impresses the king enough that he decides they should be Best Friends Forever. (“YOU’RE buff, and I’M buff… with our powers combined, we could be DOUBLE BUFF!!!”)

Gilgamesh and his new furry boyfriend traipse around having adventures, being ludicrously buff, killing monsters for fun, and pissing off gods. The goddess Ishtar tries to seduce Gilgamesh, but he rebuffs her because she’s notoriously a terrible girlfriend, so she sends another monster after him and he and Enkidu rip it apart. Gilgamesh throws part of its ass at her and the gods decide Enkidu should die as vengeance.

Gilgamesh is devastated at the loss of his furry boyfriend and mourns over the body for a full week, until a maggot falls out of its nose. He’s so traumatized by this and the entire concept of death that he embarks on an Epic Quest to find the secret to immortality. At this point the plot starts to get confusing and big chunks of it are missing, but he has more adventures, meets some surprisingly friendly scorpion people, hears all about how terrible the afterlife is, etc. He maybe dies and gets buried eventually? It’s unclear.

It’s thousands of years old real person incomplete fanfic.

Gilgamesh: “Utnapishtim! Tell me the secret to immortality!”

Utnapishtim: “Okay, well, first you must overcome sleep—”

Gilgamesh: [already snoring]

The best part is that when Gil falls asleep, Utnapishtim’s wife makes a loaf of bread for each day he’s asleep and just, lays them out like a glutenous calendar. So when Gilgamesh wakes up and tries to claim that he closed his eyes for a few seconds, Utnapishtim dramatically gestures to the bread, the oldest of which is already covered in mold, as if to say, you have slept for this much bread.

I also like when a snake steals Gilgamesh’s weed.

My fanfic for the missing tablets: Gil and Enkidu team up with Darmok and Jalad to rescue Dathon and Picard on El-Adrel

Loki’s back

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After Ragnarok, the Revengers travel back to earth, which includes everybody meeting up with Loki again. As prompted by the post by @artemxmendacium Loki meeting Peter goes a lot better than a certain Irondad feared.

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“Thor, why on earth would you bring Loki here?”

Stark was angry, and Thor had to admit for good
reason. The last time the Avengers had seen his brother he was in chains after
attacking New York and was trying to kill them. But a lot had happened since
then and Loki was no longer the homicidal maniac, as some may have put it; he
was getting better, which Thor tried to explain to his friends.

“I understand your hesitation, but believe me when I
tell you that he has changed.”

“He threw me off a building!”

“I am aware, but…”

“Do you remember how many people he killed?”, Natasha
continued.

“I do.” Thor knew it would be hard to convince them of
Loki’s changed nature. They hadn’t seen him back on Asgard and Sakaar, how they
worked together, side by side. “I also do remember how many people he saved on
Asgard.”

“And we’re just supposed to believe that?”

“Tony, I know it’s hard to believe, but I actually saw
it with my own eyes”, Bruce explained, “we did fight together.”

Thank Frigga for Bruce. Maybe Tony would trust his
word.

“I’m sorry Bruce, but I don’t trust Hulk’s judgement
on fighting.”

“You know, I don’t either. But we have travelled
all across the galaxy together, and, as weird as it is to admit
it, but we’re actually friends.”

Thor looked around the room, at his fellow Avengers,
as reassuringly as he could.

“Guys, I’m sorry, but it is a lot to take in. You
disappear for two years which you spent as gladiator-style slaves on an alien
planet before blowing up your homeplanet to defeat your evil older sister you
never knew and oh, by the way, Loki is good now”, Clint summarized. “Excuse us
for taking a moment to process all this.”

“I understand”, Thor answered, “though if you put it
like that, my brother being good is the most believable of all this.” He
grinned a little and heard a chuckle from Bruce.

“It’s really not funny, guys”, Nat grumbled.

“It’s a little funny.”

“Maybe you had to be there…” Bruce gently patted his
arm, sort of pulled him back. Maybe humour was the wrong way to smooth things
over.

“Friends, we are not asking you to trust Loki. We are
asking you to trust us!”, he pleaded.

Tony locked eyes with Bruce. “You really trust him?”

“I trust that he is willing to better himself and I
trust that we can help him with that”, he nodded.

The Avengers exchanged a few glances, before Tony took
two steps towards Thor, who was getting a little nervous. What if they were to
tell them to leave?

“You vouch for your brother, Point Break?”

“I take full responsibility”, Thor nodded.

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”, he grumbled and
shook his head, before looking back up. “Fine. We will give him a chance. But
the slightest slip-up…”

“Thank you, Stark, a chance is all I’m asking for.”
Gratefully, he smiled at the man, before he turned to Bruce. “What do you say,
we go and give him the good news?”

“That will not be necessary.”

Thor didn’t need to turn around to recognize his
little brother’s voice. Of course, he had listened in on the entire discussion.
And his friends looked mad about that.

“Loki, what about waiting outside?”, Bruce hissed at
him.

“But it is so much more fun here!” With a smug grin,
Loki greeted the Avengers. “Hello. Long time, no see. How have you been?”

Silence. Thor and Bruce exchanged a quick, worried
glance, before Bruce broke it. “How about I take Loki back to the ship and get
all our belongings?”

“That is a good idea, Bruce.” He nodded at his friend
and shot his brother a warning glance. Loki did a theatrical curtsy and
followed Bruce out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, it felt like all the
tension vanished out of the room. Everybody sank on a chair, leaned against the
furniture and Thor wasn’t sure what to do or say.

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I’ve been playing Sims a lot lately so I made an avengers game and it consists of three households

Household 1:

  • Tony
  • Pepper
  • Morgan
  • Peter
  • Harley
  • Rhodey
  • Natasha
  • Clint

Household 2:

  • Steve
  • Sam
  • Bucky
  • T’Challa
  • Shuri
  • Carol
  • Maria
  • Monica

Household 3:

  • Thor
  • Bruce
  • Loki
  • Valkyrie
  • Okoye
  • Scott
  • Hope
  • Cassie

I’ll keep you guys updated.

Valkyrie is making moves on Okoye. It’s not what I intended but I’m not mad about it.

I should mention that the only romantic relationships I have already established are Tony and Pepper who are married, Carol and Maria who are engaged (bc I wanted a wedding), and Scott and Hope who are dating. Also that Peter, Harley, and Morgan are Pepperony’s kids, Monica is both Carol and Maria’s instead of just Maria’s, but Cassie is still Scott’s and not Hope’s.

Loki has entered the criminal career and Thor wants to be a chef

One of Nat’s whims (little goals, if you don’t play the game) is to go on a date with Bucky, but I already have him making moves on Sam oh no oh fuck

T’CHALLA LIT HIMSELF ON FIRE OH NO OH FUCK CLINT IS THE ONLY ONE WHO’S CLOSE ENOUGH TO EXTINGUISH HIM BUT HE’S FREAKING OUT OH NO OH FUCK

Sam extinguished T’Challa so everything’s fine. Also, Pepper has whims to connect to both Peter and Morgan but not Harley

Alright, a lot happened so here’s the update

  • Morgan and Monica have become close friends
  • Bucky and Sam are officially dating, as are Okoye and Valkyrie
  • Pepper wants to have another child
  • I think Nat and T’Challa are going to have a thing together
  • Hope and Pepper have become enemies, but Harley and Cassie are best friends
  • Peter and Pepper have taken up the baking skill
  • Tony and Pepper have entered the science career
  • Bruce has entered the medical career
  • Loki lit the kitchen on fire but I didn’t realize for a while, so I had to redo the entire first floor but Cassie’s birth certificate was destroyed
  • Peter wants to kiss Shuri, but Shuri wants to go on a date with Harley
  • Peter’s having a mood swing bc that’s what teenagers do I guess, idk
  • Carol and Maria’s wedding is scheduled for today at the park but Carol and Monica both have the llama flu

Carol and Maria’s wedding was very cute except for the fact that eight people now have the llama flu. Those eight being Pepper, Peter, Nat, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Scott and Cassie

I come to you with very sad news… Loki has passed away. He accidentally lit himself on fire while no one was home. His gravestone is in the backyard.

But also SaM aNd BuCkY aRe EnGaGeD *air horn air horn air horn*!!!

Since Pepper and Tony both want to have another kid, I’ll probably move Rhodey into household 3 bc there’s space now that Loki’s dead

I FORGOT THAT GHOSTS EXISTED IN THE SIMS 4 SO WHEN LOKI’S GHOST CAME INTO THE FUCKING BATHROOM AND STARTED FUCKING WITH THE SINK WHILE THOR WAS IN THE SHOWER CRYING I FUCKING SCREAMED

Ok last update of the night:

  • Pepper is pregnant with their fourth child and Rhodey has successfully moved into household 3
  • Peter had to go to the hospital but everything’s fine now
  • Bucky and Sam almost called off their engagement but once again, everything’s fine now
  • Morgan has decided to live her life in a bear costume and idk how long that’ll last so that’s kinda weird
  • The llama flu is still running rampant because people keep catching it and giving it back to each other so everyone is sneezing and coughing and feverish, making it hard to go to work, so we haven’t been making a lot of money
  • Those was a while back but I forgot to mention that Sam, Bucky, Maria and Carol have all joined the military career
  • Peter and Shuri are romantic interests, as are T’Challa and Natasha

PEPPERS GONNA HAVE A KID AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO NAME IT OH NO OH FUCK

OMFG CLINT JUST DIED WHAT THE HELL AND FUCK IS GOING ON

@shanmaolynx suggested that I name the baby Yinsen if it’s a boy and Nebula if it’s a girl and luckily, we had twins so welcome Nebula and Yinsen Stark to the family!

Morgan is unhappy about the addition to the family oh no but Peter and Shuri are going steady oh yeah

It would be immensely easier to plan Sambucky’s wedding if Bucky could go .2 seconds without getting sick

Also, to @fightyspidey who asked, Rhodey stays home with the kids while Pepper, Tony, and Nat are at work.

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you ever see girls that are so pretty that you don’t know what to do with yourself

i made a pretty girl laugh w/a silly joke and i got so flustered that i apologized

this pretty girl told me my hair was cute and touched it briefly and I couldn’t form full sentences for a solid 10 minutes.

at a football game a pretty girl told me i was cute and she also called me kiddo and i couldnt play my instrument right for the rest of the night

every girl I see is pretty, I am in a constant state of paralysis

this pretty girl offered to teach me how to longboard and when she was teaching me how to balance she put her hands on my hips and I felt my soul leave my body

one time a pretty girl called me “gorgeous” and I was so shocked and flustered that I literally cried right in front of her

today a pretty girl walked me out of class and i was surprised when she kept walking even though we reached her bus stop and i asked her where she was heading and she said “oh i just wanted to walk you to wherever you’re going” and we both blushed

at work this summer there was a pretty girl who came in multiple times a week and every single day she showed up I would lose the ability to form coherent sentences for at least ten minutes

A pretty cashier at the campus store told me I was pretty and I got so flustered that when I went back to my room I had to lay down for half an hour and my roommate was starting to get concerned. 

There’s a REALLY pretty girl in my band class and she’s three chairs away from me and every time I even glance up at her she looks back and smiles at me and I forget how to read music

This entire post just added 10 years to my life and soul

Once I was getting off the bus and there was a girl so beautiful next to me that I tripped and walked into a bus pole.

honestly me every time i see my gf, like holy shit, but also once in college i ran across this weird gothy/pseudo-victorian girl and she was so painfully pretty that i died

Once I met a girl so pretty I lost all ability to differentiate between languages and gave her my coffee order in three different ones mashed together.

(She laughed at me, but that’s okay, because she married me two years later.)

This thread ended in the best possible way. I hope y’all stay pure

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Yesterday I overheard someone talking about how he was taking classes at the University of Maryland because they offer free tuition if you’re over 60. 

My brain IMMEDIATELY began scripting a screwball comedy in which a broke millennial who desperately want to finish his long-abandoned degree but is drowning in student debt pretends to be a senior citizen in order to attend college for free.

I’m picturing someone Channing Tatumesque, applying age makeup every morning before he heads off to class. It’s sort of a cross between 21 Jump Street and Mrs. Doubtfire. He keeps forgetting which hip is supposed to be his bad one. His classmates laugh every time he uses slang. There’s definitely a scene where he attends a college party and busts it up on the dance floor.

He catches the eye of a fellow returning student, a woman in her 50s, but she thinks he’s like 70 and she’s already buried one husband, you know? She’s not interested in doing that again. When his charade unravels (hilariously) at the end of the movie, though, she finds out he’s actually like 30 and has abs you could bounce a quarter off. And he’s still super into her. And really, maybe it’s time she gave May-December romance a chance.

Okay so to refine this concept a little:

Our Hero is stuck in a job where he keep seeing people get promoted past him because they have a 4-year degree and he doesn’t. He can’t afford to go back to school until he finishes paying off his student loans for the degree he’s one semester from completing. If he got the promotion he wants he could pay them off a lot quicker. But he can’t get the promotion without the degree.

Along comes a clerical error in his almost-alma mater’s records which lists his birth year as 1948 instead of 1984. He gets a call from them about their “free tuition for seniors” program. “Wow, that sounds amazing!” he says. “I’ll be sure to tell my, uh, grandpa, as soon as he gets home.”

It’s one semester. If he can keep up the charade, he’ll have the degree, get the promotion, pay off the student loans. Hell, if they figure it out after the fact and come after him for the tuition, he’ll be able to afford it by then. He just needs to pass as a 70-year-old until graduation. How hard could it be?

(also, someone in the notes suggested “Senior Year” for a title, which is PERFECT.)

Holy shitballs.

yeah i’d totally watch this

If this hasn’t been optioned, I’m buying the rights.

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What’s in a Word

Summary: Morgan Stark likes learning new words. So when she stumbles upon an unfamiliar title, she’s determined to not just navigate through its millions of definitions but also understand its meaning. Or, the one where all the MCU characters are alive and happy and they discuss their takes on the s-word.

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[Barton Household]

Lila: You know, you’re lucky you don’t have any siblings. They’re an absolute pain.

Cooper: Not like we asked for you, either.

Morgan: What’s a “sibling”?

Nathaniel: *eating an apple while watching his siblings fight* Someone you’re unlucky enough to be in the same family with.

[Avengers Compound]

Wanda: *being set down on her feet* This is the third time this week that I had to save myself from bailing you out of jail.

Pietro: *kisses her on the head, grinning* Isn’t that what twins are for?

Morgan: *sitting on the couch* “Twins”?

Wanda: Siblings who came to the world together. And people who stick by your side through thick of thin.

Pietro: Or people you use as a personal form of transportatio—Ow! Wanda!

[Wakanda]

T’Challa: Bast, help me survive another day of my sister’s antics.

Morgan: You can ask her to stop. Maybe saying “pretty please” will help! It works for me.

T’Challa: *sighs* It makes her happy. Siblings are cursed gifted with the patience and tolerance with each other, even in the dumbest of things they pull.

Shuri: *barges in and dragging T’Challa to her lab* BROTHER, COME! I NEED A VOLUNTEER FOR A HUMAN TEST TRIAL!!

[Training Room]

Morgan: Why do you always let her win?

Gamora: *pauses* What do you mean? She beats me fair and square.

Morgan: But Mr. Quill says you “pull your punches”. That’s why it’s always a draw.

Gamora: *smiles* Nebula is a very strong opponent. Her capabilities are of exception. More so, she is my sibling, she is my equal.

Nebula: Another round, sister?

Gamora: Think you can deck me first this time?

[New Asgard]

Thor: And when we were kids, Loki would often disguise himself as a snake to stab me.

Morgan: *gasps* He can do that?!

Thor: *bellows out his laughter* It’s okay, young Stark. Despite all the evil misdeeds he has committed, I believe deep down, there is still good. Being siblings is all about acceptance, after all.

Loki: No matter how much you want to stab them.

[Stark Household]

Morgan: Are siblings supposed to be blood-related?

Pepper: A sibling is someone you hold special, sweetheart. He can be a brother to protect you or she can be a sister who takes care of you. Either way, you love them with all your heart—

Tony: —blood or not. Like Honeybear *blows a kiss to Rhodey who just shakes his head* over here. Or Auntie Nat to Uncle Clint.

Morgan nods thoughtfully. She perks up and hops down her chair to run around the table to a particular guest on the other side. The other Avengers who were present follows her movement in amusement as she pushes a confused Peter out of his chair and down on one of his knees so they were of the same height. Morgan stands straight in front of him and swiftly drops one hand on his right shoulder first and transfers it over his head to his left one, in a knighting fashion.

Morgan: Alright, Pete, you’re my big brother now.

Peter: *blinks, stunned* O-Okay.

Morgan beams, incandescence rivalling that of three thousand suns, and Peter’s heart bursts. He smiles so wide his cheeks hurt and he picks up his sister off the ground to spin her around. Morgan gleefully squeals in his arms and the way his eyes crinkles gives away how this was the happiest he felt in a long time. The whole room erupts in cheers while Pepper and May huddle to take a photo of what’s got to be the most adorable momentous event they all have witnessed ever.

Bucky: Wasn’t he already tho?

Steve: *elbows Bucky* Let the children have their moment.

Rhodey: *snorts* Tones, are you crying?

Happy: He’s crying.

Tony gallops across the room to engulf both of his kids in a big hug, ignoring the teasing he got from his teammates—no, family.

Tony: If you knuckleheads think I’d just stand there while the two of you got all the spotlight, think again.

Everyone laughs and the siblings giggle. When they were both tucked in his arms, he never felt more at home.

THE END(GAME WE ALL DESERVED)

azzandra:

azzandra:

azzandra:

Fic idea I was struck with the other day and keep thinking about: a Vulcan adopts a cat.

Still thinking about this, even though I’m not writing the fic!

This Vulcan, I’m calling her T’Pen, goes to a shelter and gets a cat, and the shelter employees are like, a bit weirded out? But obviously they’re going to give her a cat, I mean, she’s a Vulcan, she’s Super Responsible, she takes all the pamphlets and listens attentively to all the advice the shelter employees give her, even though it is obvious she researched a lot on her own.

Then T’Pen asks the shelter folks what she should name the cat and runs into That Thing Humans Do Where They Confound a Vulcan With Their Weird Ways

Shelter Employee 1: oh, you can name a cat anything! That’s what’s great! People names, common nouns, whole phrases.

Shelter Employee 2: yeah, nothing sounds weird on a cat. Everything from Chad to Cupboard is fair game.

SE 1: yeah, I mean, you can’t call a dog Chad, that would be weird

SE 2: I wouldn’t fuckin’ trust anyone who named their dog Chad

SE 1: oh word

T’Pen:….

T’Pen: ….fascinating.

Later, in the interest of furthering her anthropological study of Earth, T’Pen has a houseparty and she invites her coworkers, many of whom are human, but others which are aliens, and are fascinated by T’Pen’s cat

Vulcan Co-worker: T’Pen, what have you named this small Earth feline?

T’Pen: I have named him Marmalade.

Vucan co-worker: Is that not the name of a type of Terran fruit preserve? I do not understand the logic behind this choice.

T’Pen: the logic is self-evident to a human.

Human Co-worker: T’Pen, omg, you have a cat! What’s his name?

T’Pen: thank you for your inquiry. His name is Marmalade

Human Co-worker: oooh! yeah, that makes sense, because he’s orange and sweet! lmao, great name

Vulcan Co-worker: …

Vulcan Co-worker: ….fascinating