something i think about a lot is what if alien species have less biodiversity on their planets. like if they’ve got maybe 20, 25 species of bugs, total. so they come to earth and they’re like “whoa.” or they’ll like be like walking down the street and they’re like “ok what’s that” pointing at a st bernard and you’re like “oh that’s a dog” and they’re like “whoa, neat, i’ve heard about dogs.”
and you walk for a while longer and then they point at a yorkie and they’re like “what’s that?” and you kind of have to be like “…that. that’s also a dog.” and they’re like “wait, really?” and you’re like “yeah.” and it takes them a while to absorb this but then you just keep walking.
and like you’re going for a while and somebody’s walking their bull terrier and you’re like trying to walk faster hoping your alien friend doesn’t see but no dice they’re like WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT and you’re like “that. that is a dog” and they let out an anguished wail
and like every time after that they see a weird four legged creature they’re like “that BETTER not be a goddamn dog” and half the time you gotta wince and be like “actually,”
see also: Animorphs
Her phone buzzes again. Luke sighs. Abbie gives him her best winsome smile. Judging by his raised eyebrow, it isn’t very good.
"Just a second, okay?" Her hand’s already going into her purse.
everything going well?
Yes, much like the last time you asked me. Which was fifteen minutes ago.
"You’re supposed to be my date," Luke complains. When she gives him a look, he flushes. "I mean… you know what I mean," he mutters.
Abbie has her fingers on the keys when she realizes Luke is still staring across the tablecloth and tasteful floral display, waiting for a response. She hates to admit it for a whole variety of reasons, but she finds herself caring a lot more about Ichabod’s wounded feelings than Luke’s.
"I guess. But he’s just lonely. He doesn’t know very many people… in America," she hastens to add.
It’s fine, I’m just teasing.
unkind, ms mills. are you having fun?
Didn’t anyone tell you? Weddings are never fun.
"Yeah, well, he seems to have turned Patriot," Luke says almost but not quite under his breath.
perhaps you’d have a better time in better company
Abbie can’t quite stop smiling.
Okay, I’m finally set up for writing again. Time to get back in the groove. Anyone want to give me some drabble prompts? Fandom, pairing or character, maybe a song lyric or something with it?
- Glorfindel, to the Nazgûl on the banks of the Bruinen, book I, chapter XII
#GLORFINDEL#grabs your face and yells about him#AU in which glorfindel faces the nazgul#and theyre so overwhelmed with his perfection#they forsake their dark lord#and start following glorfindel instead#like literally following#it’s just like he a got a bunch of goth groupies overnight#glorfindel is all like#you guys uhhhhhh#this is making me a bit uncomfortable#you following me around everywhere#also while my quarters are quite spacious#ten’s a bit of a crowd you know; undead or not#so could you not… hover like that#this is very awkward you guys#but then they start giving him backrubs and making excellent tea and braiding his hair nicely#’my lord of the golden flower’ they screech#’while your hair is really a glorious wonder -‘#(screech)#’you must admit it is also a proven safety hazard’#glorfindel frowns but concedes their point#also the witch king of angmar turns out to be quite the capable hairstylist#glorfindel and his nazgul entourage#can that be a thing please (via dwimmerlaiks)