Now that I’m studying bio, may I just say how fervently I wish my primary association with the words “alpha, beta, omega” was literally anything other than what it is
My nutrition professor was talking about vitamins and said, “the only reason you all even know the words alpha and omega is because of sororities,” and I wanted so badly to raise my hand and be like “if you’re gonna be a dick for some reason, please let me explain to you in depth my immediate connotations for those words”
I’m in training to become a phlebotomist and at my last class we did blood typing and let me tell you when I walked into the lab to see A/B/O written in massive letters on the whiteboard I felt six years come off my lifespan
once I used a phrase alpha and omega of something during a lecture and one of the students giggled so hysterically I *knew* and I looked at her and she looked at me, and let me tell you, this was the most profound moment of horror and understanding I have ever shared with another person
Tag: omg
If you think Glorfindel was upset to be left out of the Fellowship, think about how upset he was to find out that Merry and Pippin were an amazing choice that led to the downfall of Isenguard and the Witch King.
Newt: This date is boring.
Hermann: This isn’t a date, Newton. I said I was going to the store.
Newt: Then why did you invite me?
Hermann: I specifically said “don’t come with me”, and you said “don’t tell me what to do” and walked with me to the store.
hi voltron fandom i am late to this party but i just got to season 3 and i have some QUESTIONS
this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever written
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Hermann steps into the interrogation room cautiously, his cane gripped tightly like a lifeline. Inside is dark and cool, lit only by a series of blue lights around the edges. It is cold and menacing, surrounded by eerie silence. Earlier he was told there was screaming. There isn’t anymore.
It’s been exactly one week since Newt was captured; one week since Hermann’s life fell to a series of pieces so broken, he wonders if he can ever reassemble them again. His chest hurts. His heart hurts. He wants his Newton to come home.
Newton is sitting in a chair, strapped down by a series of bonds and steel plates on his hands and body. He is looking up at the ceiling, but glances over when Hermann comes in.
Hermann makes the first move. “Hello, Precursors. I do hope you don’t expect me to—“
“OH THANK GOD,” Newt screams, his voice cracking in several places. “YOU’RE HERE. GET US OUT OF THIS CLUSTERFUCK RIGHT THE HELL NOW.”
Hermann takes a step back.
What?
“I- er- excuse me?” he tries, not really knowing what to make of this. Newt rolls his eyes.
“UGH YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT THIS HUMAN HAS PUT US THROUGH. HE IS SO BAD AT BEING ALIVE. AND ANNOYING. DID WE MENTION THAT? HE IS VERY ANNOYING.”
“I’m sorry,” Hermann says, completely off his footing at this point, “are you trying to—“
“WE TRIED TO MAKE HIM DO CROSS FIT BUT HE KEPT WHINING AND THEN PASSING OUT DURING THE HARD PARTS. SO WE TRIED NOT FEEDING HIM, BUT THAT MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO DO ANYTHING, BECAUSE APPARENTLY THIS IDIOT DOESN’T FUNCTION ON A DIET OF ANYTHING BUT TWO METRIC TONS OF CAFFIENE AND OYSTER CRACKERS. SO THEN WE JUST TORTURED HIM A BIT, BUT HE WOULDN’T SHUT UP ABOUT HOW YOU WOULD COME AND SAVE HIM.
“HE WOULD NOT STOP SHOWING US ALL OF HIS DUMB MEMORIES ABOUT MOVIES AND TRYING TO MAKE US PLAY MENTAL JENGA. WE DO NOT CARE ABOUT FUCKING MENTAL JENGA, WE JUST WANT TO GO HOME. THANKS TO HIM, WE HAVE SEEN EVERY GODDAMN FANTASY ABOUT YOU, INCLUDING THE ONE WITH THE DECONTAMINATION SHOWER, THE ONE WITH THE LAB DESK, AND THE ONE WITH THE BIOENGINEERED TENTACLES. WE ARE SO TIRED. HE WON’T STOP SINGING MITSKI, AND HE’S PLAYING THE MEMORY OF GROUNDHOG DAY IN THE BACKGROUND ALL THE TIME.”
Hermann hasn’t understood anything up until this point, and he’s considering ceasing to try. They’re so… loud. And, come to think of it, looking incredibly drained and tired.
“Is he… alright?” Hermann ventures.
“HE’S FINE,” Newt says, rolling his eyes again. “HE JUST WON’T SHUT UP ABOUT HOW HAPPY HE IS TO- YEAH I KNOW WE ARE TALKING TO HIM NOW, GIVE US A MINUTE- HOW HAPPY HE IS TO SEE YOU. ITS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE.”
“Ah- may I speak to him?”
“YEAH WHATEVER, JUST GET US OUT OF HERE FIRST. FIND A PONS, HOOK IT UP, AND DRIFT WITH HIM. SHARING THE NEURAL LOAD WILL BREAK OUR CONNECTION. JUST DO IT QUICK BEFORE WE LOSE OUR GODDAMN MINDS.”
Hermann blinks. “Er. Thank you. I think?”
Newt bangs his head on the back of the seat. “AGAIN, WE DON’T CARE. WE JUST WANT TO GO HOME.”
“Right. Well,” Hermann says, wringing his hands together and taking a few steps back. “I’ll, uh, go find a PONS then, shall I?”
“GREAT,” says Newt, looking happy for the first time since the world almost ended. “WE’LL BE WAITING.”
I don’t know its two in the morning and instead of going to bed I thought it’d be great to put a Bobs Burgers quote with Pacific Rim stills. I don’t know I was bored. So enjoy.
Based off this
Quote from: Bob Fires The Kids -3.02
Yes. Good.
zombie apocalypse au where hermann is the ultimate zombie killer and newt’s immune to the zombie virus :-Dc and has to be protected by hermann……………………………….
Avelera 