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The Showgirls posters have to be the most hilariously terrible designs I’ve seen in my life, yet I have never been able to find a single explication on what was the marketing team thinking.
Not an interview, not people commenting it, nothing, the Leg Worm Head Woman was just accepted and left like that and it haunts me
The Queen in the North, whose name is Stark. (on society6)
SOBBING
That Jennifer Coolidge impersonation is spot on….
this is incredible
I’ve been wanting to capture this one for ages. THIS IS HOW YOU APOLOGIZE.
I know none of us like Cersei, but Tommen—what a beautiful, perfect cinnamon roll.
Pride and Prejudice, and Consent
Time to cleanse the palate with a bit of positive relationship analysis!
One of the tropes that plagues, and has plagued, romance fiction ever since the invention of the novel is the idea of female consent not being necessary as long as the male is desirable and/or really wants her. Often, the heroine will succumb either to her own desires or his, whether she is entirely willing to do so or not, and that is framed as being analogous with passion—even love.
Well, two hundred years before Fifty Shades of Grey played fast and loose with consent issues, I present to you the antithesis of this trope in Mr. Darcy of Pemberley.
Elizabeth Bennet, the heroine of Pride and Prejudice, receives two proposals of marriage that are eerily similar, despite the outward differences of her two suitors. Mr. Collins and Mr. Darcy both spring unexpected and unwelcome proposals of marriage on her, calling to light her family’s lack of financial security and connection, seeing themselves as condescending to offer for her, and being completely perplexed by her refusal to accept them.
Elizabeth to Collins: You could not make me happy, and I am convinced I am the last woman in the world who would make you so.
Elizabeth to Darcy: I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.“
Elizabeth’s words leave no ambiguity for either gentleman: she soundly rejects them both in a similar fashion. From this, readers may infer that since Darcy and Elizabeth end up together, it is Darcy who is persistent in his romantic intentions after Elizabeth has said “no.” But in fact, it is Collins who refuses to take no for an answer, and Darcy who never oversteps his bounds.
The first thing Collins says after he hears her rejection is that she cannot be serious in her refusal.
"I am not now to learn,” replied Mr. Collins, with a formal wave of the hand, “that it is usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man whom they secretly mean to accept, when he first applies for their favour; and that sometimes the refusal is repeated a second or even a third time. I am therefore by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and shall hope to lead you to the altar ere long.”
So elevated is his own sense of self-worth that she has to explain to him that she did, in fact, mean what she said:
“Upon my word, sir,” cried Elizabeth, “your hope is rather an extraordinary one after my declaration. I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time. I am perfectly serious in my refusal.”
What is the result? Collins still doesn’t take no for an answer, again:
“Were it certain that Lady Catherine would think so,” said Mr. Collins very gravely – “but I cannot imagine that her ladyship would at all disapprove of you. And you may be certain that when I have the honour of seeing her again, I shall speak in the highest terms of your modesty, economy, and other amiable qualifications.”
“Indeed, Mr. Collins, all praise of me will be unnecessary. You must give me leave to judge for myself, and pay me the compliment of believing what I say.”
And again:
“When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on this subject, I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have now given me; though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character.”
“Really, Mr. Collins,” cried Elizabeth with some warmth, “you puzzle me exceedingly. If what I have hitherto said can appear to you in the form of encouragement, I know not how to express my refusal in such a way as may convince you of its being one.”
And again:
"You must give me leave to flatter myself, my dear cousin, that your refusal of my addresses is merely words of course. My reasons for believing it are briefly these: – It does not appear to me that my hand is unworthy your acceptance, or that the establishment I can offer would be any other than highly desirable. My situation in life, my connections with the family of De Bourgh, and my relationship to your own, are circumstances highly in my favour; and you should take it into farther consideration that, in spite of your manifold attractions, it is by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made you. Your portion is unhappily so small, that it will in all likelihood undo the effects of your loveliness and amiable qualifications. As I must therefore conclude that you are not serious in your rejection of me, I shall chuse to attribute it to your wish of increasing my love by suspense, according to the usual practice of elegant females.“
”I do assure you, sir, that I have no pretension whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be paid the compliment of being believed sincere. I thank you again and again for the honour you have done me in your proposals, but to accept them is absolutely impossible. My feelings in every respect forbid it. Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female, intending to plague you, but as a rational creature, speaking the truth from her heart.“
And again:
“You are uniformly charming!” cried he, with an air of awkward gallantry; “and I am persuaded that, when sanctioned by the express authority of both your excellent parents, my proposals will not fail of being acceptable.”
In fact, Collins only stops pursuing Elizabeth when her father puts his foot down and backs her refusal. Pride and Prejudice is a comedy, and so the tone is light on the surface, but beneath the satire is a very real, earnest desire to communicate how often women’s words—even their consent—are dismissed as fickle or inconsequential. Seeing our heroine not fleeing dramatically from a villain, but pursued by an entitled man who doesn’t take her words seriously, we feel Elizabeth’s sense of outrage and how belittling it is for Collins to act this way.
By contrast, though we might imagine a love interest like Darcy to be overcome with passion and try to make her his own by any means, Darcy is remarkably restrained and respectful without ever losing his ardent love for the woman he wants to marry. The first divergence of his response from Collins’ occurs right after he has been rejected:
"And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.“
The wording here is important. He doesn’t demand that she explain why she rejected him, but rather why she was so impolite about doing so (since he has no knowledge of her dislike of him). He continues to be honest about his objections to her family’s behavior and place in the world, and to be angry at her for defending the duplicitous Wickham, but he never tries to convince her that she was wrong in rejecting him, even though he still views her as a social inferior.
After their heated conversation, Darcy leaves with an apology that he has occupied her for so long:
"You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness.”
This is a far cry from Collins following Elizabeth around after the proposal and trying to go over her head to her parents for support.
But wait—doesn’t the love interest write Elizabeth a letter, convincing her to give him another chance?
No. Both Darcy’s letter and its method of delivery are respectful of Elizabeth’s boundaries and her refusal of him.
It should be noted that an unmarried gentlewoman receiving letters from a man she was not engaged to resulted in scandal if it were ever exposed. If Darcy had wanted to compel Elizabeth to marry him, he would only have had to deliver the letter publicly, or through the post. Instead, he delivers the letter in person, when they are alone in a park and there is no chance of discovery. It is still a bit of a risk, though, and so he asks (not demands) that she read it:
“Will you do me the honour of reading that letter?“
Right from the beginning, Darcy reassures Elizabeth that he is not trying to impose on her or get her to accept him after she has made her wishes clear:
"Be not alarmed, madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments or renewal of those offers which were last night so disgusting to you.
While it is more than apparent that her rejection stung and he is still in love with her, he never brings up the subject of the proposal again—the contents are a defense of the charges she had laid against his character, as well as a warning against Wickham for her own safety. He doesn’t ask for a second chance or demand she reconsider her words, even in light of this new information. Moreover, he trusts her with the knowledge of his sister’s near-elopement with Wickham (which could cause a scandal if discovered), thus risking as much by delivering the letter as Elizabeth does by accepting it. In every way, he trusts her judgment and keeps her wishes in mind.
When they meet again at Pemberley, Darcy is trying to reform his behavior. He is cordial to her tradesman uncle and aunt, and has divested himself of the haughtiness that prevented her from seeing his true worth initially. Darcy does not give himself permission to pursue Elizabeth as a result of this change in character; it is only after they have met and talked cordially that he asks her, not to speak with him alone, but to meet his sister. In fact, he resists making romantic overtures for the duration of the visit, which ends abruptly when Elizabeth discovers her sister’s elopement with Wickham. And even there, when she and Darcy are accidentally alone during her distress, he makes no move to use the occasion as an excuse to “comfort” her with his advances. His reaction is, in fact, quite the opposite:
"I am afraid you have been long desiring my absence, nor have I anything to plead in excuse of my stay, but real, though unavailing, concern.”
Another opportunity arises for Darcy to compel Elizabeth to marry him, this time out of gratitude. Unable to see Elizabeth so wretched, he finds Lydia and Wickham in London and, at great expense, convinces them to marry. He saves not only her sister’s reputation but that of her entire family. Yet rather than use that as an example to Elizabeth of what a good person he is, he forbids her aunt and uncle from mentioning that it was he who saved the Bennets’ good name. Elizabeth doesn’t even know he was involved until Lydia thoughtlessly gives the game away (after she, too, was sworn to secrecy).
How then, do Lizzy and Darcy get together? It is Elizabeth herself who gives Darcy a reason to believe her opinion of him has improved. During a verbal duel with Darcy’s formidable aunt, she comes out the winner and point-blank refuses to give Lady Catherine a promise not to pursue Mr. Darcy. Lady Catherine petulantly tries to cut the problem off at the source by relating everything to her nephew. It works about as well as you’d expect.
But, unluckily for her ladyship, its effect had been exactly contrariwise.
"It taught me to hope,“ said he, “as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. I knew enough of your disposition to be certain, that had you been absolutely, irrevocably decided against me, you would have acknowledged it to Lady Catherine, frankly and openly.”
What prompts Darcy to renew his offer of marriage is nothing more or less than evidence that Elizabeth had seen his change of heart and accepted it.
“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once.My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”
Above is Darcy’s second proposal. After hearing her first rejection, he takes her at her word, respectfully gives her information that might have led her to mistaken conclusions about him, leaves even before he is asked to, reforms his own behavior, never takes advantage of their being alone to make unwanted advances, assists her and her family without taking any credit, and once he has seen enough signs to think she might accept him, renews his offer once and only once. If she says no again, unlike Collins, he will not continue to pester her or seek her out. He will not try to convince her that her decision was wrong. It is a sad statement on society that this is a remarkable thing, no less in the real world than in fiction, and all too prevalent in heroes of romance even two hundred years later. There is no shortage of love interests who mistake passion for permission, conflict for consent, and adversity for flirtation—but there is also no excuse for this to continue, particularly now. If a novel published in 1813 can understand the letter and spirit of consent, I think we can do better in our own time.
#what a great analysis #darcy might have the social skills of an agoraphobic lobster BUT HE RESPECTS LADIES AND THEIR CHOICES
One of the greatest romances ever, and it managed to be so without any creeping or boundaries being violated or men forcing their desires and kisses upon women.
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I was going through old home videos I made a few years ago when i was bored and alone.
for anyone who has ever wondered what girls do in their spare time: this is what girls do in their spare time.
this is absolute magic
jkr doesnt understand anything about america if she thinks the northern and southern states will share the same wizarding school lollll. like the south would have formed its own school anyways after, if not before or during the civil war?
hell east coast and west coast magic has got to be different (european settlers on the east, mexican/hispanic in the whole new mexico, arizona, cali area).
not to mention historically black wizarding schools would have absolutely been a thing bc african magic survived thru slavery hello??? not to mention under slavery and jim crow laws i highly doubt black children would have been allowed to study with white students. you could even make the assumption that white slavers forbade them for using their magic at all (african magic = dark magic and all that Fun Racism)
underdeveloped and struggling to thrive native american reservation schools of magic in the dakotas?
texas has to have its own school on its own school. like its just a given fact. TEXAS WIZARDING SCHOOL QUDDITCH (like texas high school football #texasforever)
and obviously you have the elitist new england schools which everyone assumes is the pinnacle of american magic education lol
The U.S. would have tons of day schools in every region and zero live-in boarding schools.
The U.S. simply doesn’t have the same history of live-in “public schools” that England has and they make no sense at all in an American context.
PLUS all the stuff listed in this post.
J. K. Rowing has zero understanding of American culture or history.
The thing is, America is so heavily colonized that there’s no way the magic here would look similar at all to a European or British wizard. First off, you’re telling me Aztecs, Hopi, Seminole, and Lakota peoples (to name a few) would all have the same wizarding traditions as each other? No, I do not buy it. There would have been a substantial diversity between larger tribes.
Now we have first contact and you’d have Spanish and Mesoamerican magical traditions interbreeding heavily into probably a pretty solid fusion. The French tended to trade openly in the Northeast, and likely wouldn’t have assimilated as thoroughly as the Spanish but more so than the British who tended to just go “ours now, you leave.”
Then come waves of immigration, including the African Diaspora/the slave trade and focusing heavily in the south and northeast. Alongside that, you have French Canadians (Acadians) moving down the Mississippi into Louisiana and giving it a heavy French and Caribbean influence. You have Scotch and Irish immigrants moving into the Appalachians where (in some places) they’re in close contact with Cherokee and similar tribes, and in others with slaves. We can assume those groups would trade magic thoroughly amongst themselves in the few hundred years of living in close contact. You have Latin American immigration coming up through the south west and bringing their Mesoamerican/Spanish hybrid magic where it would be informed by Creole traditions formed by hybridizing French, African, and Native techniques along with the dominant British traditions. The Midwest tends to be Scandinavian, but again their magic is influenced by people they would have had trade with such as plains Indians and French trappers in the north.
Then, of course, Chinese and Japanese schools of magic coming into California where it blends with traditional Mexican schools. You have Puerto Rican, Italian, and Jewish immigrant communities living in close contact with each other as well as whatever hybrid Dutch-British-African hybrid is going on in NYC. That’s not even getting into more recent waves from Vietnam, Laos, and the Middle East, for example.
What I’m saying here is that not only would American magic look like an unholy hodgepodge to a European wizard, but there would be regional variations within the country that would be almost impossible to even work around.
I mean, say what you will about the French and British, but they’ve spent most of the last thousand years in close contact with each other and you can assume that French and British wizards and witches would probably at least know what their magic looked like. We’re talking now about cultures spread across the entire globe taking up residence in one area where they’re now surrounded by people with entirely different traditions. After a few generations, there’s going to be a lot of adaptation and adoption of techniques to the point that your grandparents wouldn’t recognize your wandwork because you’re now using something adapted from a Hmong style with a distinctly Norwegian flare and youre casting it with Incan words.
I mean Jesus, just look at the variations in American food from region to region if you don’t believe me.
I keep reblogging different versions of this post because it just gets better every time I see it
I literally am teaching APUSH this summer and I think about all the great shit that could be in american wizarding history like let’s say some irish girl comes over and founds a school. (First OFF puritans and irish? LOL they would have kicked her out so fast; its not like there was an entire nation on their boat. they were like a very close family with no secrets. woww) But anyway, let’s assume ilvermony comes to be as is. Fine. It’s going to flop rather quickly for reasons listed above, ofc But like, think about american wizards in actual history. english wizards clashing with the native peoples. Few champions who demand peace and unity and fight for a shared culture. The quakers opening the first school open to anyone of any race or religion, men and women, but forced to keep it a deep secret even from wizards itself. a school that teaches no hexes or curses or violent charms. only magic that can be used for growing food, caring for the home, and caring for the sick white settlers in texas learning that european magic can be blended with native magic in new and amazing ways. the battle of the alamo with wizards who refuse to apparate out and die on their wands instead the Cherokee, Choctaw, Muscogee, Seminole, and Chickasaw apparating children along the trail of tears to preserve their strength and exhausting themselves in the process, sacrificing what they have to ensure there are children to carry on their stories the underground railroad but with magic. slaveholders who put anti-apparating magic around their properties to prevent escaping and houses on the underground railroad trying to create full rooms guarded by undetectable extension charms soliders in the civil war performing healing spells for gray and blue; southern belles at home who keep their house in shape without the men with charms passed down through their families when the chinese do immigrate to california and they’re kept separate from the white gold miners and forced to keep their own society, they work to preserve their language and their culture and their own magic; these same people fight for integration and are appalled when their schools are forced to be segregated and riot in the streets of san francisco because magic is not a thing to be kept for oneself but a thing to be shared and why haven’t the white americans learned this yet. chinese and japanese witches and wizards who are isolated from their families because of strict immigration laws who are forced to teach their children magic in their native language at home, because the schools won’t zoot suit “riots” where young chicanos learn protection charms at a surprisingly young age because you can’t let any of them catch you wizards using magic to elude the draft; witches using spells to provide for their families during ration periods; sharing their victory gardens with their neighbors because “amelia I don’t know how you do it but your tomatoes are the size of a watermelon” wizards working in soup kitchens during the great depression to help stretch the food by duplicating the soup bowls when no one is looking; wizards and witches putting support and strengthening charms in shanty towns to keep them from falling in at night witches and wizards in the city expanding one-bedroom apartments into magical space to house families of fifteen who have arrived to the US and are still struggling to find work and don’t have room for their children to even sleep witches and wizards of the civil rights movement, patching up their brothers and sisters from rocks and dog bites. witches and wizards casting desperate protego charms as the police hose down their children witches and wizards mourning together when their heroes are lost, fighting among themselves over whether or not violence is the answer. Fighting the urge to just storm the white house because they’re only muggles and we could do it. we could just take this country. japanese witches and wizards in the internment camps, transfiguring food and luxuries they aren’t afforded, promising each other it will be alright, it will all be fixed soon, and using cheering charms to get through the hardest days witches and wizards in hollywood using magic to make movies and calling it “special effects” and when Thomas Edison’s gangs come knocking on their door using muggle-repelling charms to keep them away establishing a john muir school of wizardry dedicated to preserving the environment establishing a harriet tubman school committed to educating children of slaves, and eventually all free black children reservations fighting desperately for their right to teach their own customs and religion, but more importantly their own spells, their own magic that maybe doesn’t even use wands the way european magic does hawaiians fighting off the white men who overthrow their government and refusing to join a nation that has squashed so many other cultures, but they won’t let it squash theirs and establish a school in honor of their queen and you know what, fine, let the wizarding world be mostly free of racial problems. Let the muggles squabble about race while the witches and wizards work together despite what is happening in the world. It’s fiction, and if you want to write fiction, sure, you don’t have to include racism because sometimes we don’t need it and we’re just tired of it and we want to escape. But ignoring it? Taking from other cultures but keeping your cast and your heroes white? failing to even look into history yet calling what you write a history? come on.
But ignoring it? Taking from other cultures but keeping your cast and your heroes white? failing to even look into history yet calling what you write a history? come on.
But besides the very important fact of this is all really racist and too generalizing it’s LAZY. It’s BORING. I’m disappointed that one of my childhood’s most inventive authors is being a lazy jerk.
definitely done with JKR. boring and inaccurate are the greatest crimes a children’s book writer could commit.
so done.
Too cute!
“Just because we’re magic doesn’t mean we’re not real.” - Jesse Williams
let’s talk about furries for a fucking second
people literally need to start respecting fursuiters a lot more, because literally one full suit alone can cost at least around 4,000 dollars. and honestly? fursuits are one of the most aesthetic form of costume i’ve ever fucking seen brought to life;
i’ve never seen cosplayers that were so dedicated in my life, and the community is so loving, supportive, and accepting, they’re literally like one big family that’s so sweet and kind to everyone.
costume is a way of life, just like how people cosplay and bring your favourite characters into this world in person.
how is this
any different from
or
or even when worlds collide into one beautiful cosplay
Everyone has dressed up as something they’re not at some point, because people have the ability to make fantasies come to life, because it makes the people around them happy. Halloween is literally a holiday dedicated to costume, it’s natural to want to look like the character you’ve created from your own bare hands, or admire from the media. I’ve never seen anyone appalled by a child out there who has dressed up as his or her favorite superhero or their favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja or their most beloved Disney Princess. Santa Claus isn’t real, but when Christmas comes around, a man dressed up as the Jolly ol’ Saint Nick is sitting up there on his velvety red throne every single year at your local mall, making a child’s day and making memories with along them. Life would be so empty without costume, it’s an everyday thing, a form of art, a form of expression and spirit, costume is all around you. Costume is what truly makes the world go round, and makes dreams come true.
So please, can we stop harassing one another and putting cosplayers in fatal situations such as gassing them and physically hurting them, and just respect one another and be proud of each other for our hard work and dedication?
WHY DOES THIS HAVE SO FEW NOTES?!?! COME ON TUMBLR USERS!!
It doesn’t have notes because despite the claim of being a “safe environment for everyone”, tumblr is the online version of a school loaded with assholes who bully the low-hanging fruit and anyone they deem “outcasts,” many of whom were already targets pretty much everywhere else.
This place was one of the many sites where people actually LAUGHED when that convention was flooded with poisonous gas and could’ve potentially killed hundreds of people because “LOL YIFF IN HELL FURFAG.”
So don’t be surprised if this goes nowhere.
Tumblr likes to think it’s nothing like reddit/4chan. But the truth of the matter is that it’s closer to those sites than anything else. the amount of toxic posts iv’e seen from people looking down on others while spouting high-moral shit is staggering.
I don’t know why people talk so much trash about furries
I guess it just feels nice to bully somebody else for their interests when you’ve spent so much time being bullied yourself for your interests these costumes are gorgeous, the end.
I low key wish I was pretty. Like really pretty. Like gorgeous. The kind of good looks that have everyone wanting to know who you are and where you came from and wondering how you ended up in the same space as them.
sometimes it’s not about being this to anyone, but about being this to somebody in particular
Alien: So you’re saying that human brains sometimes just… malfunction? And see threats that aren’t really there?
Human: Yeah basically?
Alien: And then the human keeps living and doing things anyways???
Human: Yup
Alien: Woahhhhhh. Woahhhhh. Humans are badass.
Aliens would probably have fundamentally different responses to trauma than humans would,like- their brains. would be so fundamentally different. at a basic chemical and structural level we’d have to relearn everything, in this scenario the alien species is REALLY BAD at continuing to function with even a slightly impaired brain, and deals with it with LOTS OF BABIES, Oh yeah great grandpa died three years back when he got really surprised and WHAT DO YOU MEAN,THAT A HUMAN GOT STABBED THROUGH THE HEAD AND CONTINUED TO LIVE I DON’T BELIEVE YOU THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, I bet they are all pregnant all the time and when they randomly die the baby eats their way out of the corpse, they are insectoid and look a lot like praying manti and they REALLY FREAK OUT THEIR HUMAN FRIENDS THE FIRST TIME IT HAPPENS, there is a sort of generational memory that happens which is how they managed to develop tech at all being so fragile, so when the creatures get depressed or homesick or manic and die it’s not like their human friends have lost them forever, except for how it sort of is, (via @songofsunset)
PLEASE IMAGINE THE FIRST TIME AN ALIEN HAS ONE OF THEIR HUMAN FRIENDS DIE
‘so hey, that was a great funeral, cool outfits, always glad to learn more about your culture and stuff. So, when is she coming back?’
‘She- she’s not coming back’
‘Yeah, not as Megan, but when is her replacement coming back?’
‘We’re- not hiring anyone new for a couple weeks???’
‘no no no, you’re not getting what I’m saying- I want to ask her about that book she lent me- can I keep it for another week or two, or does her new version want it back?’
The humans stare at the alien and just. slowly start to figure out what the alien is saying. The alien shuffles nervously, their six spindly legs making a skritching noise that echoes in the cold chapel. Finally, the kindest of the humans takes the alien aside and-
‘hey. so. Us humans don’t come back when we die. Not like you do.’
‘what? No, but you clearly talk about reincarnation, and-’
‘Those are just stories, Six. When humans die, we’re gone. We don’t come back.’
The alien laughs ‘No, see, cuz that would mean that- that would mean. That Megan- Megan is-’ The alien cuts off the hissing noise that is their equivalent of a sob. ‘I have to go.’
The alien spends a week in their spaceship, the only place they can send communication to their Mother. When they come back, their carapace is a glistening new shade of red, and they’ve ended up as a different gender. When the lab adviser asks them how they are feeling about Megan-
‘Megan? Oh, yes, my previous version was very fond of Megan.’ The alien cocks their head, like a particularly thoughtful bird. ‘I suppose that I regret her loss. She was a valuable member of the team.’
The lab adviser lets this be- they are aliens after all. But later, when lab hours are done, the adviser notices Six double and triple-checking all the lab equipment, especially- well. The accident that took Megan will never happen again.
The book is never returned.
Now imagine the flip side: Sevan finds out his human friend is due to have a baby in six months. Six months! He asks, and finds that no, there’s no way to delay a human birth. In six months, a new version of his friend will emerge. Will they still like space operas? What about visiting that smoothie place in quadrant 6? Will they even still want to be friends? His friend asks him to be visit the baby, after it’s born. Of course, of course he will. It’s the least he can do. There’s always that vulnerable phase after birth when you haven’t got the hang of the new motor controls, and everyone needs a helping palp for the first few months. The night he hears that the new baby has been born, he wails quietly and recites the qualities of his friend that he will miss the most. Three days later, he gathers his resolve and knocks on the hatch of his friend’s place. Strangely, the access panel hasn’t been lowered - rude. He’ll make sure that’s one of the first things changed. His friends partner opens the door and lets him in and there - there is his friend,looking tired but well, a miniature copy of herself held in her arms. Imagine his joy when he finds out that not only will he get to spend longer with his current friend, but there will be another friend to get to know!
woa
good bug stories tbh
Excellent bug stories
Very good
Remember the time when Prince was the subject of one of the dirtiest jokes in a children’s cartoon to ever get past the censors?
Gets me every time