feel free to ignore this post I just wanted to immortalize the best rp post I have ever written

(407): For what it’s worth, I didn’t think that hitting you with a crowbar as hard as I did would break your arm like that. You should drink more milk.

Vietnam War AU: Colin and Jagger
The twins were drafted, but Colin was ineligible (or got injured during training, I can’t decide) and stayed behind. Mark went MIA, so when the Vietnam Memorial is erected, Colin goes to find his brother’s name on it. There he meets another soldier, one who served with Mark, and they decide to try and help each other get through the difficulties both of them face together.

jeanpaulfarte:

in stories featuring aliens, they’re always like “on my planet this never happens!” or “in my culture, this differs from your human culture.” and that’s neat and all because i like worldbuilding and all that jazz but wouldn’t it be fun if they just. couldn’t do that?

i want a story where humans encounter an alien who frustrates them because they don’t know enough to tell them anything concrete

like humans will ask “tell us about politics in your planet!” and the alien’s all “uh… hold on it’s been a while since i took gov. um….”

"what sorts of plants grow on your planet?"

"i dunno i grew up in the suburbs. they’re like… purple? idk what you want me to say"

"tell us about the culture on your planet!"

"do you have any idea how many fucking countries are back home, i don’t even know where to begin"

"your planet is obviously much more scientifically and technologically advanced than ours. is it possible for you to enlighten us on certain matters concerning space travel, or would that be a form of interference you must avoid?"

"naw it’s cool, it’s just that, um, i’m a philosophy major"

(via professorpineapple)

Part 3

(wow this one’s a lot shorter and kind of cut off in the middle of a conversation I’m sorry but oh well) [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

That night, Jane didn’t dream.

Part 1

(remember when I said I’d been writing a thing that I could post? remember how I didn’t post it? well now I am. yay. I don’t think much background is really required, but if you’re curious you can ask and I’ll tell you.) [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Jane was cold, and dog tired, but at least the throbbing in her ankle had gone down.

A Love Letter

Dearest wafelensnoep,

I love you more than I can express in mere words on a blogging platform filled with pictures of Misha Collins and Berfuffle Cersnuffle. But I shall try anyway. 

From the tip of your nose to your toes you are adorable. I love every creepy stalker glimpse you show me into your life, and I long to one day sit on your windowsill and look outside with you. If not the one you sit on at home, then a different one, a future windowsill. My love for you will stretch across oceans and continents because wow it’s huge.

You have beautiful handwriting. It’s hard to believe that, though we’ve never met, I’m holding and touching the words you wrote by hand and I can’t decide if it makes you seem physically closer or even more impossibly farther away. No seriously, I had to show it to my parents because your handwriting is so gorgeous. It puts my illegible scribble to shame, it really does.

I’m determined to learn your language and write back to you because it just seems so unfair to force you into mine when I can hardly write your name and address. I will learn to communicate with you bilingually, and maybe I’ll even learn how to write it with my American keyboard. 

When we meet one day, the hugs you’ll receive are infinite, because the joy you bring me is impossible to contain. I can only dream of when that will happen, but I swear that I’ll make it so. My dear, I love your gift. It’s beautiful. I’ll treasure it like the others and I promise I’ll get yours off soon. 

May the remainder of your school year be less stressful and your desires for chocolate always be fulfilled.

I love you.

Larkie

#SURPRISEBABY

fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment:

Unexpected baby time! Your team is saddled with an unexpected baby of any species—human, dragon, squid, take your pick—by any means you can imagine. 

How does it go? Who wants to keep it? Who wants to put it back? Who starts teaching it bad habits first? What eventually happens to the newest, unexpected member of your team?

"We can’t keep a baby," Paul scowled. "It’s too dangerous. What if it starts crying while we’re hiding? What will we feed it?"

professorpineapple:

larkiethings:

we were talking about colin and orcas and I just

ahahaha

LARKIE THIS IS ACTUALLY PERFECT PLEASE MAKE THIS CANON

COLIN YES

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

The screams ran up the street, punctuated by the crackle of gunfire and deranged yelling as the man aimed at whoever he saw. But before long, a dark figure was seen leaping over the rooftops, landing at the end of the street. The fleeing people and those who remained in the buildings, praying that the shooter wouldn’t come inside, breathed a sigh of relief. They were saved!

On top of a nearby building, Jagger groaned. He’d done it, he’d actually done it. Colin had worn the damn orca suit out instead of his normal one. He still had his mask on, but instead of the skintight, breathable suit that permitted him free movement…he was dressed in an over sized whale costume. 

It was only a matter of a minute for Colin to tug the water out of a nearby fountain and slam it against the gunman, knocking him off his feet with the force of a rip tide. He dropped the gun, and Colin approached slowly, but he didn’t attempt to pick it up again. 

It was difficult picking up the gun through the large flippers, but Colin managed it, and stood watch until the police arrived. Then he left the gun with them and ran again, hoisting himself up onto a rooftop.

"I cannot believe you actually wore that," Jagger said, folding his bare arms disapprovingly. 

Colin just grinned. “Put that in your comic,” he replied.