kabegamichu:

somethingninga:

theredscreech:

ozmaqueen:

katy-l-wood:

You know, in all those “humans are the creepy/fucked up alien species” posts I can’t believe we haven’t touched on organ donation yet. 

 When they heard that the human general had fallen ill to a disease of the organ known as the liver the troops began to hope that it might turn the tide of the war. Research indicated that such diseases could be fatal after all. The organ did something similar to the flagulaxin in that it filtered out toxins so when it stopped functioning the human would slowly be poisoned to death by his own body. Or so they believed.

But then he came back.

A foot soldier was captured and answers demanded. Was it a medication? Had the sickeness been a ruse to fool them?

“Nah, man. This kid on a motorcycle wiped out on the I9 freeway so they gave the general his liver since they were a match.”

“They…what?”

“They gave him his liver. The kid was dead, and he was an organ donor. And he was a genetic match to the general.”

“They…cut the liver out of one of your young and placed it in an elder and it…worked?”

“I mean, he wasn’t that young. Mid twenties or something. But yeah, that’s essentially it.”

The interrogator and his assistant both regurgitated their most recent meal and ran from the room. Living in places like the “Australia” were one thing, but taking the organs of dead bodies and placing them in the living? What was WRONG with this species?

I’m dying!!!! I love this!

All of this is beautiful but can we all take a step back from the physical survival of the human race and focus on our emotions? I’m talking about things like:

sarcasm

passive aggressiveness

sass

grief

rage

worry/anxiety

determination

and, for goodness’ sake, love.

Humans pack-bond. We all know this. Can you imagine what the aliens’ reactions would be when they found out that those kick-a humans they picked up, the ones that could walk through hurricanes and lava and hell-fire and enemies on every side, love (platonic or romantic, their own kind and not) with a ferocity that is unheard of among other species?

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” One of the humans in board screamed as Ter’ka pulled one of the young from the cell they placed it in. He ignores the human females cries, and throws the child, a rather small one at 5 earth rotations, and at that hears a large thud as the woman threw herself at the cage door. It opens with the sheer force of her body, and she runs at Ter’ka, grabbing the crying child.
“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” she mutters to the child.
She places her on the ground and charged again at the 6’7 Alarian in front of her, causing nothing but pure terror to pulse through their veins, and they leave the room as quickly as possible. They lock the door, stepping to the guard at the end of the hall.
“They… They ssshouldnt be able to do that. Dear goddessss, how did ssshe do that.”
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When faced with extreme emotional turmoil, a human can have a temporary boost in strength.

Imagine if they could see how many emotions we can go through like a color scale. They see the Mom as a fiery red then soft pink when she gets her child then back to a fiery red when she charges the aliens.