You humans are strange, you know that? You have all this technology but you’re so primitive. You can travel worlds, turn a dead husk into a vibrant oasis, and you still use the tools you used where given at birth. not to mention your short lives. But I think that’s why you lasted so long in this cut-throat universe, you live for the moment.
The biggest example of this is adrenaline, your bodies manufacture and release a deadly toxin, and it makes you fearless, think, this causes some horrible problems, it can kill you, but you make it and release it to ignore pain and fear so in one moment you are not primal creatures you are gods immune to pain and fear.
Remember 5th Battalion at Kr-Zii?
They were beaten down, entrenched against huge odds, so what did you do? Surrender? No you attached your knives to your rifles and CHARGED at the masses, and slaughtered them!
Perhaps that’s what makes you so interesting. Most species only think about the future, but you think of the now, you are Children of The Moment, no matter what happens, you can make actions of unimaginable bravery, forget all fear because of your primal connections to adrenaline, we Ak'xell could do with some ourselves!
Doom slayer only thinks in heavy or death metal right? So if he is happy does he think in classical music or like pop.
Two of my favorite ST characters.
Godzilla is the king not because the other kaiju agree with him, but because no one has any fucking clue of what he's saying, but he's saying it with such conviction that no one dares question him.
The implications are just funny as hell. Like he could just be groaning that his feet hurt but everyone else thinks he's about to do an execution. Or trying to give a compliment yet others think he's about to slit their throat.
Godzilla: Listen Rodan, I'm disappointed but I understand why you did what you did. It was merely the nature of self preservation and survival. Nothing cowardly about that.
Rodan, who doesn't speak japanese and thinks Godzilla is threatening him:
I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.
They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.
The photo of chief does not really look like a dudes leg
It looks more like a girls I know it isn’t much but could it be a new female Spartan it could also be Cortana in spartan armor not Likely but any thing could happen. The face that the also don’t show the number of that spartan but show chief at the end number and all makes me think that it could just be a female lead protagonist spartan.
Any thoughts or criticism welcome
Your church-going, God-worshipping sister adopted a small child and you’re excited to see them. But when you do, the child is a menace. They’re throwing things everywhere, setting furniture on fire with seemingly nothing, chanting in Latin to summon demons, but the weirdest thing is that your sister doesn’t seem to mind.
Enri, praying: It’s me again
Enri: I need someone to save my village... someone who won’t run away
Enri: Maybe send me an angel!
Enri: The nicest angel you have.
Momonga, striding through a black portal, gripping the heart of an enemy soldier, reanimating the corpse to go kill more soldiers, and offering Enri a vial of blood to drink: :) hi
“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”
— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )
what if it was all worth it, in the end?
Random Headcanon: That Federation vessels in Star Trek seem to experience bizarre malfunctions with such overwhelming frequency isn’t just an artefact of the television serial format. Rather, it’s because the Federation as a culture are a bunch of deranged hyper-neophiles, tooling around in ships packed full of beyond-cutting-edge tech they don’t really understand. Endlessly frustrating if you have to fight them, because they can pull an effectively unlimited number of bullshit space-magic countermeasures out of their arses - but they’re as likely as not to give themselves a lethal five-dimensional wedgie in the process. All those rampant holograms and warp core malfunctions and accidentally-traveling-back-in-time incidents? That doesn’t actually happen to anyone else; it’s literally just Federation vessels that go off the rails like that. And they do so on a fairly regular basis.