#random interaction

[universalzones]

"Surge, what are you wearing?"

Surge currently wearing a black shirt with the sleeves torn off that said Fuck G.U.N. "A statement," the tenrec said before taking a drink of her soda.

Lanolin couldn't help roll her eyes at the response. "...You got any in my size?" The sheep wasn't a fan of G.U.N either.

[ackitscaramel]

legitimately had an interaction straight out of a jojo chapter today

[i-believe-in-u]

50-something man in line at the pharmacy yesterday: I love your tattoos! The colors are so vibrant. That one must be new.

Me: thank you! This one (gestures at bat) is very new. This one (gestures at lantern fly) is about a year old.

Line buddy: who ever did them must be very good. Some people tell a story with their tattoos. They are a work of art. Some of us have five-thousand cat pictures on our phones!

My friend, I hope someday you get one of those cat pictures as a tattoo.

[the-restless-bones]

I was at Barnes and Noble today looking at legos and this really buff, toxic masculinity looking guy comes up and starts looking at legos. I get a bit nervous bc, yk, it’s a full grown man and i’m half his size in an empty part of the store. Anyways i just kinda shuffle away from the Star Wars section to let him do his thing. But then like three minutes later i get a tap on the shoulder and inside im just like “oh, fuck. this is it” But when i turn around this dude holds up this little bird lego set and the freaking mona lisa set and just says “im indecisive. which one?” I stare at them for a good minute, bc im trying to be genuine about which one he would like best. The bird one looked kinda childish and like it would be a quick build, so i was like “Mona lisa. Takes longer” and without even nodding he just oh so carefully set down the birds and walked off with the mona lisa. Idk how to feel abt that interaction but ive been thinking about it on and off all day

[artisticdemon]

While I was returning home from work today an old couple complimented my outfit on the bus and they literally made my day because it's been a tough weekend. I smiled thanking them and we had a small conversation, mainly with the old lady, her husband was just listening. They were such warm people and told me that they became grandparents recently and they were on their way to buy some toys for their granddaughter. I was so happy for them! That kid will have the best grandparents!

Interactions like these restore my faith in humanity little by little.

[minxinq]

blazamy band/idol au lalala

[grezzirossi]

Loki/Adam random doodies (+ poor tanks)

[azherwind-art]

"Tell your favorite creators that you like their work, people usually enjoy things silently, but hate tends to be loud"

This is a phrase I just heard from Dnd shorts that captures perfectly why I often try to make the effort of commenting on posts and telling people that I enjoy their work and why Even to small creators, I advice everyone to make the extra effort to tell them, I can guarantee it makes all the difference in the world, it's not cringy or obnoxious, it'll just brighten someone's day

[riseofthedark]

Now, I may be am atheist. However

I saw a guy today wearing a shirt that said "JESUS" in all caps. Then when I got closer I saw the text underneath.

"The ultimate dead lifter"

Now that is how we do religion. Don't force it down my throat but I'll appreciate a good meme

[hawkeshep]

good morning only to the little laugh and throat clearing Garrus does before saying “it’s just Garrus to you” when Shepard finds him on Omega

[userarmand]

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE — 2.03 "No Pain"

[golden--goofball]

i love dnis like this because tell me why these people think they're normal when their list of people they are literally instructing to stay away from them go like:

-nazis!! (*≧∪≦)

-hitler reincarnates!!! (≧∇≦)b

-PEOPLE WHO HAVE OPINIONS ON FICTION THAT I DON'T LIKE OR AGREE WITH FUCK OFF AND DIE I HOPE YOU ALL GET FUCKED BY CHAINSAWS AND YOUR BODIES ARE FED TO THE DEVIL HIMSELF ON A SILVER FUCKING PLATTER /SRS /NEG /KYS /DIE

-terrorists!!!! (≧ω≦)/

[nexartbox]

in honor of soda saying it would be really funny if vinestaff's favorite type of music was metal transcript under the cut:

Panel 1: at katana's place Vinestaff: ah, sorry those are mine Hyperlaser: graft heads? i was really into them in my younger days Vinestaff: YOU'RE into GRAFT HEADS?? Katana: apologies for the wait, hyper- Vinestaff: personalUFO? Hyperlaser: eh, never got into them Vinestaff: really?? they have some of the best! okok, shark launcher island? Hyperlaser: oof, that brings me back Vinestaff: yes! what's your favorite album? Hyperlaser: hard to choose...all of them are pretty good

[jiiniix]

oHo

[tibby-art]

hitman au save me .. its been seven years ..

haven’t been able to draw/write much of this au lately but i want to write a few little scene snippets i have stored my brain :’D ill include them under cut

=+=

“This better be something good,” Scar muttered to Cub as they stepped out of the elevator. The hitman, while bound to his contract, considered ‘boring’ missions to be a waste of his time.

“I hope so,” Cub hummed. “Hope so.”

The ConVex swung open the doors to the NHO conference room, not bothering to check if their bosses were actually ready for their meeting.

“Holy mother of—! Knock next time, will you?” A man setting files down on the conference table jumped visibly as the doors slammed open.

“The Vex require a dramatic entrance, Beef,” Scar said casually. Cub snickered.

“Sure, whatever.” Beef furrowed his brow, used to this behavior. He didn’t have time for this. “Okay. Doc was supposed to do this briefing, but he’s busy with his machines I guess, because of course he is, so.” He huffed, composing himself. “Your new top-secret project. This one’s a doozy. Have a look.”

Beef slid the folder across the table. The hitmen flipped it open, absorbing its contents with hungry eyes.

What caught their eyes immediately were the photos. The person of interest looked nothing like a powerful crime boss or a dangerous anomaly. A young adult with glasses, dark eyes and short, sandy brown hair stared back at them.

“Who’s this?” Scar raised an eyebrow. Is the NHO asking them to assassinate some normal-looking university student?

“That is Grian,” Beef explained, both hands planted firmly on the table. “Grian has been with us at the NHO for months.”

“I’ve never seen him before,” Scar remarked.

“Grian’s case is top-secret. He’s been staying in high-security, private quarters… as well as our research laboratories.”

“I thought you guys seemed super suspicious lately! I knew they were hiding something from us, Cub,” Scar nudged his partner with a grin. Cub did not budge as his sharp eyes combed through the documents. He hadn’t heard a single word spoken to him.

“Cub? What’s the deal?” Scar asked. He preferred to let Cub read their mission files and summarize it for him, anyways. Dyslexia and top-secret government files were not a great mix. Oh, what would he do without Cub?

“Watchers?” Cub finally spoke, looking up at Beef with a quizzical frown. The other man nodded slowly. “You’re kidding.”

“After months of testing and analysis, we can confirm that this individual is the only currently documented case of a mortal possessing Watcher abilities,” Beef nodded slowly.

Scar had heard whispers of the Watchers only a handful of times. As a vex, he knew plenty about the realm of magic, the divine, the fae, you name it! But Watchers were said to be ancient entities, perhaps as old as time itself. So old that they were widely considered to be a myth.

“So this is not a hit,” Scar said after a moment.

“This is not a hit, Scar, good lord, do not kill this person,” Beef put both hands on his forehead and let them slowly drag down his face.

“Mortal, you say?” Cub raised an eyebrow.

“Yep,” Beef said. “She was a completely normal citizen until he got these abilities in some freak accident. Lucky for everyone involved, the NHO was able to take control of the situation before anything… dangerous happened.”

“So,” Scar narrowed his eyes slightly, “If this isn’t a hit, then what do you want from us?”

Beef sighed. “After months of testing to determine Grian’s situation, the NHO has decided that he is too important to return to life as a normal citizen at this time. Instead, we’d like to utilize his abilities in our goals to maintain order in Hermit City, and we need someone to train her how to be a special agent in the field.”

“You want the ConVex to train a Watcher how to be a hitman,” Cub said with a slight smirk at just how insane that sounded.

“Yep.”

“Huh.” Scar put both hands on his hips. “Well, that’s not what I was expecting.”

“I suppose we could give it a shot,” Cub said. Although the ConVex were bound by a fae contract to work for the NHO, the vex took every opportunity to feign control over their situation. There was no choice here. Beef had given them an order.

“Sure, sure! We are very good at our jobs, after all,” Scar grinned. Whatever happened, good or bad, would at least be entertaining, surely.

“You’ll come back here to meet her tomorrow morning,” Beef instructed. “Hand me that file back and be here by 9, will you?”

“Sure thing,” Cub replied coolly, sliding the file back to the man. Scar couldn’t help but grin wider when he noticed Cub’s hand casually in his pants pocket, some folded white paper barely visible in his grip.

“Don’t be late. I’m serious this time,” Beef called out as the hitmen turned and exited the conference room.

=+=

The conference room was tense that morning. Towards the end of the table sat the NHO - Beef, Doc, Etho, and Bdubs. On one side sat Cub and Scar. Across from them, Grian sat alone.

“So, how about introductions?” Doc clapped his hands together. “Er… Cub and Scar, this is Grian. Grian, this is Cub and Scar. You guys already know the deal. Grian is going to come with you on missions from now on.”

The ConVex hadn’t taken their eyes off of Grian since they entered the room, unable to resist their curiosity. They had both read the files, but still found it hard to believe the person before them was a Watcher. Grian sat rigid in his chair, fiddling with his hands, looking tense and exhausted. She eyed the vex curiously as well.

“Well hello there,” Scar greeted. “I’m Scar, and this is Cub.”

“Hey, hey,” Cub said quietly.

“Hello,” The corner of Grian’s mouth twitched in a possible attempt at a smile.

The three continued to stare at each other until Bdubs cleared his throat.

“Wonderful introduction. Now that we’ve broken the ice, let’s talk about your next mission.” The man picked up a small remote, and the large screen on the wall behind them illuminated.

“Before we send our agents out into the field, we meet like this to discuss the details and ensure that the mission is clearly understood,” Doc explained to Grian, throwing a disapproving glare in the ConVex’s direction.

A lengthy file on some high-profile criminal appeared on the screen, as Bdubs proceeded to read off the information. Scar slumped back in his chair. These mission briefings were the worst. It was time to zone out and have Cub tell him the details later with all the fluff cut out.

At about ten minutes in, Scar yawned absentmindedly.

“Oh, are we boring you, sir?” Doc interrupted Bdubs to shoot a piercing stare at Scar.

“Oh, not at all!” Scar said cheerfully, but slumping in his chair slightly lower.

“As I was saying,” Bdubs continued loudly.

Scar glanced over at Grian. Her eyes quickly darted back to the presentation when they made eye contact. Scar looked over at Cub and found he had still not taken his eyes off of Grian. Hopefully Cub was at least somewhat paying attention, because he sure wasn’t.

Grian continued to fidget with his hands. Scar felt a pang of pity for him. The vex were used to this sort of environment, but according to the NHO, Grian had a completely normal life up until a few months ago. Now suddenly, he gains these terrifying powers and spends months in a top-secret lab having tests run on her all day. Who wouldn’t be overwhelmed?

Scar yawned again, this time more intentionally. He earned another death glare from Doc, but Bdubs droned on. He glanced over and saw Grian rubbing a hand on his cheek to help hide a grin.

The art of annoying your boss was a delicate one. Timing is everything. Let enough time pass until they’ve forgotten, or they think you’ve stopped, to continue the game. Scar lets about ten minutes pass before his next yawn, bigger this time.

“Quit it,” Beef hissed. Even Etho glanced over. Doc kept his eyes on the screen, but his jaw was clenched. Grian let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

Five minutes later, Cub clears his throat rather loudly. Bdubs stutters over his words for a second, but because Cub is Cub, none of the NHO seems to be able to tell if that was a deliberate cough or not, and they decide to ignore it. Cub shows no emotion.

After an hour that felt like an eternity of Bdubs explaining every possible detail about the case, it seemed to be almost concluded. That was, until a rather loud yawn was heard throughout the conference room.

“WILL YOU LET ME FINISH, FOR GOODNESS SAKE?!” Bdubs finally erupted, whipping around in his chair to face Cub and Scar.

The hitmen stared back blankly. They glanced over across the table, and Bdubs followed their gaze, where Grian sat with both arms over her head in a large stretch.

“Sorry,” Grian said simply when all eyes were on him, lowering his arms. “Just had to stretch a bit.” He stared back at Bdubs innocently.

The NHO stood there, confused. Bdubs was at a loss for words, unable to get a read on the new recruit. He sighed and turned back to the screen. “Well, regardless, I think we’ve about summed things up,” he grumbled.

Scar made eye contact with Grian once again. The two cracked a smile at one another for a second, too quick for the NHO to notice.

Scar had a feeling that him, Cub and Grian were going to get along just fine.

=+=

[tennessoui]

ok i've had thoughts before about obi-wan going to stewjon post fall of the republic and recuperating/maybe even raising luke surrounded by a kenobi clan who hides him from the empire but what if like.

what if darth vader goes to stewjon post fall of the republic (& mustafar). he thinks maybe obi-wan could have possibly gone there because hey, it's his home planet and vader destroyed his other home. but he doesn't find kenobi. or he does--just not the right one. instead he finds like a whole clan of kenobis and none of them are an exact match for his old master who he despises, but obi-wan's third brother has his eyes, and his second uncle twice removed has hands that are just as rough as obi-wan's, and obi-wan's father, who is an old man now, has the same laugh.

and vader keeps going back to stewjon and the kenobis. once every year at least. ostensibly it's to ensure that obi-wan kenobi does not make contact or come to stewjon.

but it's just like. kenobi therapy. vader needs exposure to a kenobi every 6-12 months for his mental wellbeing, otherwise people will die.

sometimes he finds himself just sitting and staring at old man kenobi, obi-wan's blood father, and he's like. oh. that's what you would have looked like at that age. if i were still by your side to see you. if i had not taken away all your reasons to grow laughter lines.

(meanwhile obi-wan kenobi is across the galaxy on anakin's homeworld planet, all alone and wrinkling under the two suns, because when he'd lost his home to the empire, he'd run to the only other home he'd ever known: what remains of his padawan)