#(drumroll please)

[unlikelytrashcreation]

It’s a tragedy that professor membrane lost his son that fateful Halloween so many years ago… it’s shocking he was able to rebound with all those incredible discovery’s about trans dimensional travel and though he may seem a bit off we should all CELEBRATE the safe return of his.POOR. INSANE. SON….

[marlynnofmany]

Schrödinger’s Poison

Mending the spaceship’s extra cargo net was difficult. Too many strands. I held a couple in my teeth while both hands struggled with the rest, and it wasn't enough. I was considering getting my feet involved (or maybe a crewmate) when I heard excited voices in the hallway.

“Welcome back! Find anything good?”

“Yes! I met someone who wanted the expired heatpacks!”

“What, seriously?”

“You owe me a shrimp stick. Pay up.”

Good-natured grumbling followed. I was pretty sure these were the Frillian twins, who looked like fishy bodybuilders with a fashion sense that always caught me off guard. Either drapey veils and skirts, matching their own flowy fins, or strategically placed stretchy bands. No middle ground. And they were very competitive.

“What did they even want with old heatpacks? You told them they were expired, right?”

“Of course I did! You think I would cheat like that?”

The indignant one was Blip, I was pretty sure, the female of the pair — or the closest thing to female, since their species seemed to handle gender a little differently than humans did. Her brother was Blop.

“Ah, ‘course not,” he admitted. “What are they going to use them for, though?”

“Something about separating the components and putting them to other uses. But look what I got in trade! Human food that’s not expired!”

I looked up at that, mouth still full of cords, but of course the cargo bay door blocked my view. I listened, though.

“What kind is — OH, GET IT AWAY!”

“What? Why?”

I froze, just as curious.

“Do you know how many humans that stuff kills every cycle??”

“What are you talking about?” Blip demanded. “It’s food. It says so right here.”

“Don’t touch me with it! Put it in the containment chamber and get yourself scanned for poison!”

I wove quickly, rushing to finish so I didn’t lose my place; we needed all the nets, and we hadn’t been able to get a new one at the space station; this was important; but Oh man, what do they have out there?

“Humans are omnivores who eat anything! How is this deadly?” Blip was demanding when a new voice arrived.

“What’s the shouting?” asked Paint, her usual cheer dampened by worry. I could just picture her with hands clasped anxiously and her scaly tail held stiff: the very picture of lizardlike concern.

“That’s poison!”

“It’s food!”

“Poisonous food!”

Any hope I had of Paint calming things down was dashed when she asked for a closer look, then slammed into the cargo bay door in her panic to jump back. “I’ve heard of that! It killed an ambassador!”

“See? I told you—”

“We need to get you both scanned, and maybe me too,” Paint said, hyperventilating already. “Maybe the whole ship! Is it airborne? CAPTAIN! CAPTAAAIN!”

I threw the net to the floor and lunged for the door button. It banged open and startled Paint even more; she spun from where she’d been about to dash off in a streak of orange scales.

“What is it?” I demanded, making the pair of Frillians back up a step. I probably looked like some unhinged demon, slamming out of the bay like that. They were both wearing veritable clouds of neon green silks, so the surprise was at least a little bit mutual.

Blip held a jar over her shoulder, clearly torn between showing me the label and keeping it at a safe distance. I squinted, expecting alcohol or some unregulated drug.

Spaceman Spiff’s Chunky Peanut Butter, said the label.

I stared for a long moment, while everyone was silent. Then I’m afraid I startled them all by bursting into laughter.

“It’s not poisonous!” I managed to say.

“But it killed an ambassador!” Paint objected. “I read the report!”

“I am sorry to hear that,” I said, leaning against the wall for support. “The ambassador was allergic to peanuts.”

It took a bit of explaining, and I had to go over it all again when Captain Sunlight came running up, but I did get things settled.

“I can’t believe there are humans allergic to food,” Blip said. “I’ve heard of overreactions to mild toxins and venoms, but really, food? From your own planet?”

“Yup,” I said, putting out a hand for the peanut butter. “Not me, though. I like peanuts.” The jar was a hefty one, manufactured for long voyages. “We can still scan it to run through the medical systems, just in case one of you guys might react badly to it. But it’s not officially toxic.”

“Well, that is good to hear,” said Captain Sunlight, standing as tall as her little lizardy frame allowed. “How about you do that now, and anyone who came in contact with it goes along?”

Blip and Blop agreed immediately, not needing Paint’s waving hands to usher us down the hall.

I looked over my shoulder at Paint as I walked. “Once we get everybody checked out, you should try some. It’s good on toast.”

“Toasted what?” Paint asked, still shooing away.

“Bread.”

“Oh no,” she said. “I heard about that ‘pizza’ you talked people into eating on Kamm’s ship!”

“Some of them liked it!” I objected.

“Not Bopburt.”

“No, not Bopburt,” I admitted. “But this is totally different. Thanks for getting it, Blip!” I turned to wave the jar at the Frillian in the lead.

“My pleasure,” she said, and it almost sounded like she meant it.

“Want to try some once it’s safe?”

“No, I do not.”

“Your loss.”

~~~

The ongoing adventures of backstory for this book! More to come.

[taocard]

a/n: this how i imagined their phone call scene going ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ satoru: realistically... do you think, like, you and i could be like, lovers? ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) suguru: ... theres no way. "( – ⌓ – ) satoru: i think if you worked on, like- suguru: i dont thi- ME worked? ಠ_ಠ satoru: yeah! :> suguru: what am i working on?! satoru: you gotta work on things suguru: what do i have to work on? 🤨

satoru: relationships are work! everyone needs to work a little bit. ¯_(ツ)_/¯ suguru: okay 💀 satoru: if you just worked on... :)) you know- uhm- suguru: how about the positives? wanna list the positives first?! <( •̀ᴖ•́)> 💢 satoru: I'll list ALL the positives if you want me to! but we'd be here for a couple hours <3 ^^ suguru: oh yeah, now you're trying to dig yourself out of your hole 🙄

satoru: I'm not digging anything out of anything! ( ｰ̀εｰ́ ) suguru: you're sleeping on the couch tonight. 😡

[xflippinfrogx]

Birthday Traditions

A/N~ This is a gift to my favourite idiot, @theatre-enthusiast HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH<3 Hope you like it!!!! Love ya 💕💕 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ FANDOM: Marauders

✨Just wanna say that this is based in an au where Sirius and Regulus escape to the potters together, just to make things easier for myself lol✨

LEE: Regulus

LER: Sirius ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

“REGGIEEEEE COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU AREE!!”

Regulus, covered his mouth in attempt to muffle his panting. Why did Sirius have to be such a pain??

Ok, so that was a lie. Regulus was just extremely nervous excited for what was about to happen to him. See back when they were kids they had this tradition, every year on little Reggie’s birthday Sirius would play his favourite game. What game you might ask?

Sirius liked to call it “Tickle Monster” and the rules were that he was allowed to tickle Regulus for as many minutes as whatever age it was he turned. As the two got older the game stopped. Their parents were never fond of the supposed ruckus it caused and after a while Regulus decided to agree with them, only seeking their approval. Though he truly loved their little game, he asked Sirius to stop. He was ten the first year their game was left unplayed and it was the worst birthday he ever had. He cried a lot that night but he never told Sirius. After all it was childish to want something like that.. right? That was sort of the reason he was hiding from it now, not because he didn’t enjoy it but because of his pride.

He was 14 this year so obviously he was much too grown up for his brothers foolishness.. He definitely wasn’t secretly hoping his brother would find him. Nope. No way..

He was hidden in one of the guest bedrooms behind the wardrobe. Luckily James and his parents were out shopping for dinner, he was rather glad of that because it meant they wouldn’t see this embarrassing situation he was excited to spend some time with Sirius and get W R E C K E D. He doubted that his hiding spot was all that great and it wouldn’t be long until he was found but that was all part of the fun. It always played out in a similar way. Regulus would run and hide and Sirius would ALWAYS have “trouble” finding him, building up the anticipation. After a few minutes the door creaked open and in stepped Sirius, who for once in his life was being quiet. He crept in and slowly began to search the room talking lowly to Regulus, though he couldn’t see him yet. “Reggg.. c’mon we both know what’s going to happen here.” A foot sticking slightly out from the corner caught his eye and he inched closer. “You run, I catch you and tickle you silly so why don’t we just skip the hard part eh?” Regulus had to hold his breath trying to stay as silent as he could manage with the threat of tickling mere steps away from him. “Huh.. guess you’re not in here then.” Sirius smirked as he sauntered out of the room shutting the door behind him.

Regulus exhaled deeply as he formed a plan. If Sirius had come from the stairs he was probably going to check his room next. If he was quick enough he could make it downstairs and find a better spot..

He slid out from behind the wardrobe and bolted for the door silently turning the knob. No sooner was the door open Sirius lunged forward, grabbed Regulus and threw him over his shoulder. Regulus pounded his fists on his back but Sirius had always been stronger so there was no getting out of this.. not that he actually wanted too-

Sirius set him down on the bed pinning his arms beneath his knees so he had both of his hands to work with. “Now Regulus Arcturus Black, you have turned what age this year?” Sirius asked in a playfully formal tone. “Fohourteen,” he couldn’t help but giggle at his brothers ridiculousness.

“I see, now you already know the rules but we haven’t played in a while so let’s go over them, shall we?” He questioned, unrolling a pretend scroll.

“Rule one, NO SLAPPING, BITING, KICKING, PUNCHING OR HARMING OF THE TICKLE MONSTER!! Feel like that one needs to be drilled into your head.” He accentuated his words by placing fingers on his brothers temples and massaging gently. “Alrihight alright I gehet it!” Regulus wasn’t even holding back anymore. The whole situation was just so silly. “Rule two, I get to tickle you for fourteen minutes bla bla bla you know the rest.” He threw the non existent scroll away and pretended to think for a moment. “I think we’ll start right here and work our way up, what do you think birthday boy?” He asked squeezing the tops of his thighs. Regulus wasn’t able to speak, even if he could he would have no words so he just nodded weakly. And so, Sirius started the timer with his wand and the game commenced. Regulus had forgotten how ticklish he was and hadn’t expected to lose it this early in the game. Sirius hadn’t even been going thirty seconds and he was in fits laughing. Sirius of course knew that he could do better than that and moved to his waist. Regulus spasmed and bucked his hips cackling as Sirius kneeled his thumbs into the soft fleshy parts of his hips. Suddenly Sirius decided to switch spots to mix things up a little. He skipped sides because he didn’t want giggles he wanted to hear some real belly laughter. So that’s exactly where he went. He poked his brothers stomach sporadically and Regulus s c r e a m e d. “AHHHAAHHAHA SIRIUHUHUS NAHAHAHAHA!!!” “Meherlin Reg the neighbours will think I’m killing you!!” He laughed alongside his now frantic little brother. Regulus thrashed and squealed as Sirius tortured his stomach, fingers slipping back to his hips every so often. He alternated between different spots for the next few minutes wanting to get every where before his time ran out. Soon enough he was down to 60 seconds. “You know what that means don’t you little brother?” Sirius smiled menacingly as he pulled his shirt up slightly. “Sihiriuhus wahahait you dohont have to do thihis!!” Regulus shook his head and tried to shimmy his t-shirt back down. “Oh believe me Reggie, I do have too, it’s tradition after all.” With that he took in an enormous breath and blew the sloppiest raspberry on his brother’s stomach. Regulus had been laughing before but this was his tipping point. His laughter bellowed through the house and didn’t even stop when Sirius pulled away to take in another breath. Sirius, though he could be a menace, stuck to his word. The timer went off and he stopped, helping Regulus up. He laughed at how his hair stuck up from his thrashing but soon helped him fix it. They heard the key turn in the door and the Potters made their way inside, with James yelling for the two to come and look what they had bought. “Happy birthday Regulus.” He smiled punching his brothers arm lightly. He turned for the door but before he could leave Regulus stepped forward and hugged him.

“Thank you sirius.. for all of this.” He smiled up at him. He was so glad things were back to how they used to be. “No problem Reggie, now cmon let’s go help before James loses the plot!”

The two brothers spent the rest of the night with their new family and Regulus couldn’t have asked for a more perfect birthday.

[lwveless]

i feel as if i am the ultimate fanfiction reviewer and no one can take that away from me

[moviestarmartini]

babes wake up lewis posted a new thirst trap someone’s getting fired

[losersynth]

OH SHIT SHIN REKO AND NAO ARE MILLENNIALS

[crocs-cringe-city]

...hi guys!

[voldkat]

thinking about iterators ( again )

i have so many thoughts about iterators every day it's actually insane . i'm going to be dumping today's thoughts here

do you think the iterators do anything other than iterate ? i feel like some of them , after being abandoned by the ancients , would have hobbies of some sort . it seems hard to have hobbies when you're a stationary supercomputer megastructure though

does rain world technology work similarly to ours ? could an iterator string data together in specific ways to create things ? could they draw like that ? could they make music like that ? could iterators be capable of art , and would they be able to share it ?

they're able to create purposed organisms , and we know of at least one iterator who doesn't take their intended job very seriously ( nsh ) , so iterators coming together to make art is not too farfetched . it'd shouldn't be hard for them to compose songs , write literature , make drawings , etc. and it's kind of beautiful in a way

if they could draw , do you think they'd make pixel art ? art with equations like pieces made using desmos graphing calculator ? vector graphics ? it doesn't seem likely that they'd draw like we do , unless they somehow manage to code up an art program for themselves ( if that's even possible )

here comes the self indulgent bit . and the original thought that sprouted this train of thinking . if they could make music , do you think it'd be chiptune-esque ? 8-bit ? maybe something like gameboy music . maybe something like chipzel , danimal cannon , zef , fearofdark ... theoretically they should be able to produce any kind of music they want , but i wanna lean towards this just because

if you can't tell i'm listening to that kind of music right now . specifically this cover of rolling down the street in my katamari . i don't know the proper terminology for this kind of stuff , but seeing the waves on the side ... watching the notes flow on the midi display thing ... it's so mesmerizing . i can't help but think iterators would make stuff like this if they could

my brain's empty now but i might reblog with more if i think of it . feel free to add onto this with literally anything i'd LOVE to hear people's thoughts on this

[shu-of-the-wind]

i love it when cis men say something so confidently even though they are Completely Fucking Wrong. for example: the (presumably) cis man telling his (presumably) cis male son that they were looking at a chinchilla when they were, in fact, looking at a rabbit.

[will80sbyers]

byler more like Byter

[catholicjinx]

i think i know where my swearing problem comes from

[whatiwillsay]

andrew garfield?🥴 mmm I don’t think that’s it

oh i think it issss

[jalebi-likes]

@aye-masakalii and I coming up with an easily executable track for 3 months for a popular Hindi television show in less than an hour that would have drama, romance, comedy, character arc progression, closing the loopholes and breather space to create a larger villain in the background WITHOUT sacrificing current positive characters and even giving justice to supporting characters.

And yes with all my experience we could’ve EASILY executed this track with the budget, cast and crew the show has (and assuming certain autonomy strength this production channel has over the television channel considering the PH’s success).

Anyone who guesses which show it could be gets an imaginary chocolate.

Hint: the AU revolves around a freaking amazing promo that they never officially released except once (accidentally)

[joviepog]

It has become official by me, I am adopting you. 😌✨

ALL RIGHT, SO IN TODAYS DAILY AND LOVELY POST I HAVE GAINED A NEW PARENT. EVERYONE PLEASE WELCOMEEEEEEEE….

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MOTHER DANNY <3

THe Beloved