bogleech:

It’s funny how science fiction universes so often treat humans as a boring, default everyman species or even the weakest and dumbest.

I want to see a sci fi universe where we’re actually considered one of the more hideous and terrifying species.

How do we know our saliva and skin oils wouldn’t be ultra-corrosive to most other sapient races? What if we actually have the strongest vocal chords and can paralyze or kill the inhabitants of other worlds just by screaming at them? What if most sentient life in the universe turns out to be vegetable-like and lives in fear of us rare “animal” races who can move so quickly and chew shit up with our teeth?

Like that old story “they’re made of meat,” only we’re scarier.

 

mikhailvladimirovich:

HOLY SHIT THEY EAT CAPSAICIN FOR FUN

YOU GUYS I HEARD A HUMAN ONCE ATE AN AIRPLANE.

A HUMAN CAN KEEP FIGHTING FOR HOURS EVEN AFTER YOU SHOOT IT

humans are a proud warrior race with a pantheon of bloody gods: Ram-Bo, Schwarzenegger, etc.

REMOVING A LIMB WILL NOT FATALLY INCAPACITATE HUMANS: ALWAYS DESTROY THE HEAD.

WARNING: HUMANS CAN DETECT YOU EVEN AT NIGHT BY TRACKING VIBRATIONS THROUGH THE ATMOSPHERE

WARNING: HUMANS CAN REPRODUCE AT A RATE OF 1 PER SPACEYEAR. DESTROY INFESTATIONS IMMEDIATELY

THE HUMAN MOUTH HAS OVER THIRTY OUTCROPS OF BONE AND POWERFUL JAW MUSCLES.

HUMAN BITES CAN BE FATALLY INFECTIOUS EVEN TO OTHER HUMANS

WARNING: HUMANS CAN AND WILL USE IMPROVISED WEAPONS. SEE CLASSIFIED DATA LABELED J. CHAN.

HUMANS CAN PROJECT BIOWEAPONS FROM ALMOST EVERY ORIFICE ON THEIR BODY. DO NOT INHALE

OH GOD THE HUMANS FIGURED OUT DOOR HANDLES OH GOD OH GOD

 

prokopetz:

More seriously, humans do have a number of advantages even among Terrestrial life. Our endurance, shock resistance, and ability to recover from injury is absurdly high compared to almost any other animal. We often use the phrase “healthy as a horse” to connote heartiness – but compared to a human, a horse is as fragile as spun glass. There’s mounting evidence that our primitive ancestors would hunt large prey simply by following it at a walking pace, without sleep or rest, until it died of exhaustion; it’s called pursuit predation. Basically, we’re the Terminator.

(The only other animal that can sort of keep up with us? Dogs. That’s why we use them for hunting. And even then, it’s only “sort of”.)

Now extrapolate that to a galaxy in which most sapient life did not evolve from hyper-specialised pursuit predators:

  • Our strength and speed is nothing to write home about, but we don’t need to overpower or outrun you. We just need to outlast you – and by any other species’ standards, we just plain don’t get tired.
  • Where a simple broken leg will cause most species to go into shock and die, we can recover from virtually any injury that’s not immediately fatal. Even traumatic dismemberment isn’t necessarily a career-ending injury for a human.
  • We heal from injuries with extreme rapidity, recovering in weeks from wounds that would take others months or years to heal. The results aren’t pretty – humans have hyperactive scar tissue, among our other survival-oriented traits – but they’re highly functional.
  • Speaking of scarring, look at our medical science. We developed surgery centuries before developing even the most rudimentary anesthetics or life support. In extermis, humans have been known to perform surgery on themselves – and survive. Thanks to our extreme heartiness, we regard as routine medical procedures what most other species would regard as inventive forms of murder. We even perform radical surgery on ourselves for purely cosmetic reasons.

In essence, we’d be Space Orcs.

 

friendlytroll:

Our jaws have too many TEETH in them, so we developed a way to WELD METAL TO OUR TEETH and FORCE THE BONES IN OUR JAW to restructure over the course of years to fit them back into shape, and then we continue to wear metal in out mouths to keep them in place. 

We formed cohabitative relationships with tiny mammals and insects we keep at bay from bothering us by death, often using little analouge traps. 

And by god, we will eat anything. 

 

siderealsandman:

  • We use borderline toxic peppers to season our food. 
  • We expose ourselves to potentially lethal solar radiation in the pursuit of darkening our skin. 
  • We risk hearing loss for the opportunity to see our favorite musicians live. 
  • We have a game where two people get into an enclosed area and hit each other until time runs out/one of them pass out
  • We willingly jump out of planes with only a flimsy piece of cloth to prevent us from splattering against the ground. 
  • Our response to natural disasters is to just rebuild our buildings in the exact same places. 
  • We climb mountains and risk freezing to death for bragging rights
  • We invented dogs. We took our one time predators and completely domesticated them. 
  • On a planet full of lions, tigers and bears, we managed to advance further and faster than any other species on the planet. 

Klingons and Krogan and Orcs ain’t got shit on us

 

moniquill:

We drink ethanol (in concentrations high enough to be used as an effective as microbicide or a solvent!) for the express purpose of achieving blood toxicity and disrupting normal brain function… AS A RECREATIONAL ACTIVITY!

On the same subject, we also deliberately incinerate assorted substances and then inhale the particulate-heavy smoke and vapor resulting for the same effect. EVEN IN THE FACE OF SAID SUBSTANCES BEING CARCINOGENIC, BECAUSE WE JUST DON’T GIVE A FUCK.

 

therobotmonster:

Humans do not have biological castes. Kill their commander and another will take its place. Soldiers left alone on a planet will start farming and manufacturing to survive. Farmers and manufacturers will take up arms and kill you if pressed. Just because two humans look different doesn’t mean they cannot do each other’s jobs.

Breeding does not kill them. A single human can mate dozens or hundreds of times in a lifetime. They often do so as recreation. Xenobiology team six believes they do not have a mating season but this is too strange to be true.

Their appendages are not designed for hitting, so they developed special training to make them very good at hitting anyhow. 

The proteins making up their bodies are toxic and cause prion disease. Do not touch anything humans have touched. Do not consume earth foods. Fire does not adequately remove this contamination.

Humans perceive sixteen times the colors we do. Do not hide in bushes or vines from humans. They can distinguish your pelt from the foliage with ease.

We tried venting waste gas into the tunnels to kill the humans when they attacked. Turns out they breathe it. 

Everything on their planet came from a single biological strain. They developed comprehensive genetics BEFORE they developed space travel. 

They lack radio receptors and cannot be brought into compliance with right-thought simply by broadcasting to them. Even after we learned how to translate it into sound-waves one of their hatchlings drove the Great Authority mad by responding to every demand with a single question: “Why?”

 

silentstep:

#an individual human being is actually a microbiome in its own right—you are dealing with a legion each time you approach them     #they carry pathological agents inside their deep tissues and this is advantageous to their health     #one of the most widespread and resilient viruses on their planet is treated as mildly hazardous—even though it causes     #massive disruption to the body’s homeostasis     #(their young offspring endure multiple rhinovirus infections EACH YEAR yet they seem unperturbed by this)     #they have developed such long lifespans that now their primary threat is their own body’s degeneration     #humanity has literally figured out how to survive so long that their body gives out under them     #and they are not satisfied with that     #stupid willful vengeful survivalists who treat mortality like a challenge

 

adhesivesandscrap:

“Human beings are verminous fucktards” ~ Karen Traviss


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#oh look an update #I was actually just thinking about this post #but I hadn’t seen the bit after the lack of radio reception before

thelethifoldwitch:

Question: Why can one not Finite Incantatem death when it has been magically caused?

Finite works on most things, does it not? Undoes a Transfiguration, undoes enchantments, charms, hexes, jinxes, at least to a point. Where Finite does not work there is a counter curse, counter jinx, counter spell in some form.

Question: Why is there no such thing for Avada Kedavra?

Because, you see, if there was, it would not truly be death. Death is not an effect, it is a state of being. To kill the soul must be torn from the body, and how can that be undone? A soul torn free must pass on, or linger as a fragmented ghost of memory, and a soul  torn free cannot return to the body.

Death, you see, is not an effect. It is a state of being. It can be held off, but when it arrives, and we each of us shuffle off this mortal coil, it is final.

— Excerpt from Revised Dark Arts: Theory of the Dark by Oscar Jefferson.

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Ah, wizard separatism. Dude needs to talk to some Muggles about resuscitation.

(Well, I suppose this might be set in a time before Muggles started figuring out some of the more basic death-reversals, but this is the sort of thing that even a modern-day wizard separatist might say.)


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#Harry Potter #my father was dead once #he got better

justice-turtle:

study-blr:

angrybabysitter:

terezi-pie-rope:

carlboygenius:

10 Tyson Tweets

the fucking last one

the alphabet one is awesome

THESE ARE BRILLIANT.
(Can someone explain the alphabet one to me? My sleep deprived brain cannot comprehend.)

I presume the names of the alphabet letters are being spelled out phonetically and then alphabetized — “ay, aitch, arr, bee” and so on. Of course the exact order depends on how one phonetically transcribes the letter names; I would’ve started with “eh, bee, see” not “ay, bee, see”, but then vowels are tricky and most of what gives us varying accents. ^_^


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#the more you know #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #death tw

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dduane:

Redditors are using computer code and a niche reference from one of Terry Pratchett’s books to make sure his name lives on forever.

Hundreds of users have left the term ‘GNU Terry Pratchett’ on the /r/discworld forum and others are now leaving it in HTML and JavaScript on their own websites since the author passed away on Thursday.

This term derives from the fantasy author’s Discworld series of books and specifically the story of character John Dearheart.

When Dearheart died in the book, other characters ensured that his soul continued “living on in the overhead” by sending a code around their communication system known as the “clacks”.

As explained in this thread, a message would consistently appear in the clacks with a piece of code followed by a name – GNU John Dearheart.

G means the message must be sent on, N means the message is not logged and U means it must be returned when it reaches the end of the line.

In the book, the character Princess asks Grandad: “So it’s just a name, going up and down all the time! Where’s the sense in that? Who’s John Dearheart?”

The thread continues:  

“He… fell off a tower,” said Grandad. “Hah!” said Roger, working his shutters as if he suddenly hated them. “He’s dead?” said Princess. “Well, some people say—” Roger began. “Roger!” snapped Grandad. It sounded like a warning. “I know about Sending Home,” said Princess. “And I know the souls of dead linesmen stay on the Trunk [one of the clacks].”

“Someone was trying to scare you,” said Grandad, looking at Roger’s reddening ears. It hadn’t sounded scary to Princess. If you had to be dead, it seemed a lot better to spend your time flying between the towers than lying underground. But she was bright enough, too, to know when to drop a subject.

It was Grandad who spoke next, after a long pause broken only by the squeaking of the new shutter bars. When he did speak, it was as if something was on his mind. “We keep that name moving in the Overhead,” he said, and it seemed to Princess that the wind in the shutter arrays above her blew more forlornly, and the everlasting clicking of the shutters grew more urgent.

“He’d never have wanted to go home. He was a real linesman. His name is in the code, in the wind in the rigging and the shutters. Haven’t you ever heard the saying: ‘A man’s not dead while his name is still spoken’?”

And now, thanks to Redditors embedding this code into “the wind, in the rigging and the shutters” of the internet, Terry Pratchett will live on too.


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#Discworld #GNU Terry Pratchett #death tw

dungeongrind:

The Very Hungry Rust Monster is a mini-comic I made a few years back. I’ve seen it floating around Tumblr without attribution recently, so I’ve uploaded a higher-resolution version, properly credited.


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#…aww? #(I didn’t know where this was going) #(I’ve only encountered rust monsters in Nethack) #(and Nethack rust monsters look more like walruses than anything chitinous)

forbajor:

DS9 AU: Weyoun 6 survives and meets Ezri Dax

“I am broken, Dax! I am only alive now because I was too defective to even die properly!”
“No. You’re alive because you aren’t broken. You’re alive because they couldn’t kill you.”


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#Star Trek #DS9 #death tw

onetobeamup asked: tell me ur headcanons about the klingon food stall owner tell me right now

agatharights:

capriceandwhimsy:

agatharights:

His name is KOGA and he is an HONORABLE WARRIOR of the kitchen. He started his business as a competitive chef, and his family has long since worked in food procurement/services. He’s from a long and noble line of chefs and hunters, they have served emperors and traveled along war-ridden lines to deliver much-needed food!

He has five children, who live on Quo’nos and four of them are also chefs (his youngest daughter is a true warrior) and his operates his restaurant with his wife and some cousins, as well as young klingons training to be NOBLE CHEFS.

He likes getting competitive with other restaurants, and he has a fierce aggression towards a vulcan restaurant nearby. They go back and forth, but secretly will totally get take-out so that they can enjoy Klingon/Vulcan food.

“Why do you express surprise that a Klingon has chosen the path of fine cuisine? Why are you so shocked at my cultured palate?

“Warriors must eat, and a warrior who has eaten well will fight all the better for it. A true Klingon chef knows that any meal he prepares may be the last meal that a warrior may ever eat. Does not every fine warrior deserve to go into battle with a good meal in his belly? Should not a chef do his utmost to ensure that every nuance of that meal is prepared to perfection?

“My grandfather was chef to Admiral Koros. A fine warrior, the Admiral, a man who loved fine food. My grandfather was there when the Admiral died. He was there for the songs sung in the mess hall on the eve of battle against the Romulans. When the battle began, my grandfather put down apron and knife and took up his duty as damage control officer.

“Long did the battle rage. Many Klingon and Romulan ships burned in the void of space. In the end, the sons of Kahless were victorious, but at great cost to ships and men.

“My grandfather was one of the men who found the Admiral on the bridge of his ship, surrounded by his dead and dying men, half of his body burned in disruptor fire. The Admiral spoke of glory, and honor, and expressed no regret for his own death. And yet, the Admiral said, he would have liked one more taste of my grandfather’s Rokheg Blood Pie.

“My grandfather returned to his kitchen. Among the wreckage of his burned ingredients and damaged stoves, he gathered together what few supplies remained unspoiled. Using all of his skill and strength, he prepared, with his hands, one last small Rokheg Blood Pie, as the Admiral lay dying 

“The men served their admiral one last meal. They put the fork to his mouth. The Admiral tasted my grandfather’s Rokheg Blood Pie and smiled. And, without another word, the Admiral went to Sto’Vo’Kor.

“This story is memorable, not not unusual. Countless such stories have been written down in my family history. I come from over two dozen generations of chefs who have served great warriors, and all of us have given their all to provide the best meals possible to these men, always knowing it may be their last.

“SO I WILL KNOW IF YOU EVER ATTEMPT TO PASS OFF CARDASSIAN LILY STAMENS AS GENUINE Q’ONOS SAFFRON AGAIN, AND IF YOU EVER ATTEMPT SUCH TREACHERY, I SHALL GUT YOU WITH MY CHEF’S KNIFE AND USE YOUR INTESTINES AS SAUSAGE CASINGS!”

i like you


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#Star Trek #DS9 #death tw #headcanon accepted