I agree with the person above me
“How could you, Marinette?!” Rose snapped at Marinette. Tears ran from her eyes as Juleka tried her best to comfort her, but it was no use. “I thought you were better than that!”
“I thought you understood our struggles.” Grumbled Alix not even able to look at her.
“What did I do?” Pleaded Marinette for any answer. Lila’s smirk told her all she needed to. She hadn’t done anything, Lila had been up to the old mischievous imaginative retellings of the truth.
Alya shook her head throwing Marinette’s design book at her. “No pockets? Really Marinette, you’re going to be one of those designers?! And the one you do have is just fake. I have never been so disappointed in you.”
there’s a fucking furry at the mall!!!!
reblog if you’re gay, shy or a fucking idiot
I needed this a 2 years ago and will probably need it in the future
(@skullyfuck thanks for the growling prompt)
The creature rolled and, improbably, stood on its hind legs.
That was impressive, few aliens could take a swipe from a mature Bagron warrior. Maybe it was true, the Humans were hardly, but it had no visible claws and there were no teeth or horns to be seem. Maybe it was the artificial over armour that hid the details or maybe the rumours were a fabrication and Humans were not as impressive as the Alliance wanted their enemies to believe.
The commander waved his uppermost arm in a signal for the Human to be dispatched. They would find out more when they did an autopsy.
Seconds later, the commander was staring in horror. How did it do that?! It picked up a fully armoured warrior and threw it. That much strength was scarcely possible, forgetting anatomically impossible for a Bagron to copy, and all the worse that it somehow threw the hapless warrior directly into its squad mate. The Human then heaped on the indignity by stamping on their exposed mandibles, a horrific way to kill.
On reflection, maybe ordering the execution of the Human’s Alliance companions in front of it and saving for last was a bad mistake.
The Commander realised its biggest error when the Human turned to focus on it. Then came a noise which made it instinctively pull its shell plates round its thorax, a movement normally considered cowardly but in this case wise.
The Human let out a low, menacing, growl.
The Commander dropped down onto all eight limbs and fled.
The growl was dropped for a shudder. “Fucking sentient spiders. When I get home I’m requisitioning a flamethrower.”
Capitalism at its best. Some role models we should all consider. I am a fan of Hagen Daz, but after reading this, I need to get me some Cherry Garcia!