#incorrect primeval

[i-was-bored-so-this-happened]

[at Sarah's funeral]

Becker: How could you do this to me? We are so criminally understaffed.

#primeval #incorrect primeval #incorrect quotes #sarah page #captain becker #howarequeue

[ruthkearneydaily]

Connor: Can I use your office chair?

Stephen: I’m using it.

Connor: You’re not spinning.

Stephen: I don’t want to spin.

Connor: You’re using it wrong.

#primeval #incorrect primeval #connor temple #stephen hart

[ladymiraclewings]

Claw Noir: You know what? Underneath it all, you're actually quite nice. Shadybug: Repeat that disgusting slander again and you'll be hearing from my lawyers.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #claw noir #shadybug #source: primeval

[queenclaudiabrown]

*the entire team is high, drunk, or both*

Connor: So what makes a butcher knife more butch than other knives?

Stephen: The knife itself isn't necessarily butch. It’s named that because it's wielded by a butcher, who is more butch than the other food shop owners.

Connor: Hmm, I see.

Abby: What, then, makes the butcher more butch than other food shop owners?

Stephen: The knife.

#primeval #stephen hart #connor temple #abby maitland #incorrect quotes #butchery #butcher knife #butcher

[practically-an-x-man]

Director: alright, here's the role. We're looking for a suave, Southern-

Casting director: *already typing in a phone number*

Director: -slightly terrifying mass murderer.

Casting director: *holding up the phone* yeah, yeah, I know, I've got Mr. Holbrook on the line right here. He'll do it.

#and boy does he do it well. but also like... y'all let the man play a good guy once in a while #I mean we've got vengeance and the predator movie I guess but still #boyd holbrook #logan movie #the sandman netflix #justified city primeval #incorrect quotes

[incorrect-niche-quotes]

Tea: You know what, underneath it all, you're actually quite nice.

Kalen: Repeat that disgusting slander again and you'll be hearing from my lawyers.

#source: primeval #this had to have happened at some point between book 1 and 2 #the bone witch #tea pahlavi #tea of the embers #kalen #kalen x tea #tea x kalen #incorrect bone witch quotes #incorrect quotes

[harveyb-wabbit92]

[Akari, the Tri-squad and Mebius are investigating a possible poacher encampment when they hear reports of trader caravans being attack on the road towards a canyon settlement.]

Taiga: I can’t see anything.

Akari: Be quiet a minute and let me think here... Quiet!

Fuma: We didn’t say anything.

Akari: No, I mean it’s too quiet. Listen. There’s no birdsong.

{Everyone looks around the silent road nervously.]

Titas: Not a peep.

Fuma: They were scared off.

Mirai: What would scare the birds away? (He notices a large footprint in the dirt.) You were wrong, it’s not poachers. There's a kaiju...A big one.

Taiga: Where?

Akari, looking up: We’re standing right underneath it.

(The others look up and gasp. and see bat-like kaiju is flying way above them.)

Akari: It’s an aerial predator.

#S: primeval #ultraman incorrect quotes #tokusatsu incorrect quotes #tokusatsu #ultraman #ultraman mebius #ultraman taiga #ultraman titas #ultraman fuma #ultrawoman oc: Akari yuri

[kasinonightlife]

Ellie: *Finding infected Boris in the Hillcrest garage* Good news, he’s not technically dead. Bad news, he’s turned into a mushroom.

#the last of us #tlou #incorrect quotes #incorrect the last of us quotes #the last of us incorrect quotes #incorrect tlou #tlou incorrect quotes #ellie williams #boris legasov #source: primeval

[dryadsys]

Abby: it's dark in here.

Connor: oh don't worry, I got this, *stomps his feet and his sketchers light up*

#incorrect quotes #primeval #abby maitland was definitely impressed #connor temple smart himbo loml

[cross-snuff]

Incorrect Quote Generator Except It’s My Kins

Connor Temple (Prmvl) • Dean Winchester (SPN) • Monroe (Grimm) Ft. Sam Winchester

Dean: Connor and I just got that friendship where you finish each others-

Connor: Sentences :]

Dean: Don’t interrupt me.

—

Dean, bored out of his skull: Whaddya call a fish w/ no eye?

Connor, w/out missing a beat: Myxine Circifrons

Connor, proud of himself:

Dean:

Dean: Fshhhhh

—

Connor, learning how to drive American cars: So, what would happen if I pressed the brake and gas at the same time?

Sam: The car takes a screenshot, actually.

Dean, outraged: Get the hell out of my car.

—

Dean: Shit, s’locked. Connor, gimme your credit card.

Connor: Here.

Dean: Thanks *pockets it*

Dean: Sam, kick the door down.

—

Connor: Why’re you on the floor…?

Dean: Just got broken up with.

Connor: Oh… sorry, mate.

Dean:

Dean, cupping his wound: I actually got shot, can you call Sam?

Connor: Shit, yeah.

—

Connor: You two have a great “good-cop-bad-cop” dynamic.

Connor: How do you keep it up?

Dean: We don’t.

Connor:…?

Dean: I’m just a dick and Sam isn’t.

—

Sam: How did neither of you hear what I just said??

Connor: Sorry, I got distracted

Dean: I was consciously ignoring you.

—

Sam and Connor: *tapping pens against table*

Dean: The hell’re they doing?

Monroe: Morse code, I think

Connor: *taps frantically*

Sam: YOU BITCH

—

Connor: This is a terrible idea.

Dean: Why’d you come with me? Coulda stayed home.

Connor: Less likely to be put in jail if I talk the cops out of arresting us rather than you killing them.

—

Connor: -that’s the plan.

Dean: Do you take constructive criticism, Con?

Connor: Yeah, why not

Dean: It fucking sucks

Connor: That’s not constructive.

—

Sam: Remember when we could just do a salt ’n burn instead of having to stop the apocalypse?

Dean: Stop romanticizing the past.

—

Dean: S’up, Con. Ooo you made pancakes? Gimme.

Connor, baffled: You- No you- I saw you die! What the fuck?!

Dean: You don’t know my bloodline.

—

Connor: I have a theory.

Dean: Do not tell me about it

Connor: Too late, I think-

—

Dean and Connor in some asylum:

Dean: Shit, flashlight’s dead

Connor: Oh, I got it

Connor: *Stomps*

Connor: *T-Rex sneakers light up*

—

Connor: Dean, not everything can be solved with a gun

Dean: That’s why I carry another, secret, gun.

—

Sam: *Kicks down Monroe’s door*

Monroe: What the hell happened!? Are you okay!?

Sam: No one died.

Monroe: THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

—

Monroe: Dude, go to the doctor. Probably nicked an organ or something, I can’t fix this!

Sam: Is this our stab wound? No. Keep stitching.

—

Dean, trying not to be sappy: I wouldn’t mind waking up with you everyday in the foreseeable future.

Connor: I wake up at 5:30 for work.

Dean:

Dean: I’d like to see you sometime everyday in the foreseeable future :]

—

Sam: It’s fine, I got this all under control. We’ll be okay.

Dean: *Unconscious*

Monroe: *Bleeding out*

Connor: HOW CAN YOU STILL SAY THAT?!

Sam: Denial works wonders.

—

Connor: Am I in trouble..?

Dean: Guess.

Connor:….no?

Dean: Guess again.

—

Sam: English is a hard language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

Dean: I hate you

—

Monroe: What’s for dinner?

Connor: *stares at the blackened pan full of ash*

Connor: I think we should spice it up and filter feed for dinner.

—

Dean: *smiling over his coffee*

Sam: Why’re you so giddy?

Dean: What, I’m not allowed to be happy?

Monroe: He tripped Connor down the stairs

—

Connor: If I let someone win at chess, is that sapiosexual bottoming?

Dean:

Dean: Are you capable of thinking before you speak?

—

Monroe: Why’s Sam so… mopey?

Dean: He took a “What Character are You” quiz

Monroe: And?

Dean: He got Connor.

—

Sam: *Stitching up Connor after a bad day at work*

Monroe: How’s he look?

Dean: Better than you

—

Dean: I just ended a 4 year relationship.

Connor: Oh man, I’m sorry mate.

Connor: Wanna talk about it or…?

Dean: What? Oh, no. It wasn’t mine.

*Various sounds of Sam and Monroe fighting*

—

Dean: Sam won’t answer his damn cell

Monroe: Hold on, lemme call him

Connor: We both called 6 ti-

Monroe: *one ring*

Sam: *Picks up* Hello?

—

Connor, ambling out into the kitchen: What time’s it?

Dean: I don’t know, hand me that recorder and we’ll find out

Dean: *Plays hot crossed buns obnoxiously loud*

Sam: SHUT THE FUCK UP IT’S 4 AM

Dean: It’s 4 am :]

—

Dean and Connor over text:

C: HELP!! I’m being kidnapped!!

D: Where are you?

C: In some dude’s car

D: I’ll call Sam

Sam: Hello?

Dean: Have you heard from Connor? He just texted me all scared

Sam: Wh- He’s right- hold on. I’ll call you back.

Sam: IT’S JUST A TRIM, MY HAIR IS LITERALLY THE SAME.

Connor: WHO ARE YOU?!?

—

Connor: Monroe, can I have some dating advice?

Monroe: Just cause I’m with Sam doesn’t mean I know how I did it

—

Connor: I told Dean his ears get red when he lies

Sam:….why?

Connor: because, watch.

Connor: Dean! Do you love me?

Dean, cupping his ears: No.

—

Connor: Some guy yelled at Dean and I when we were walking

Monroe: Oh that sucks….

Connor:

Monroe: What’d he do?

Connor: Chased him to the next intersection and managed to-

Dean, walking in with a full steering wheel: Where should I hang this?

—

Connor: What should I do?

Dean: I would give you advice

Dean: but in all honestly I would just beat the shit out of him

—

Connor: Dean! Dean look!

Connor: *Punches wall*

Connor: *Crumples to the ground in agony*

—

Dean: If you can’t beat em

Dean: Fuck their mom

—

Sam, wheezing w/laughter: He got you good, man

Dean: you know what I say, Sam

Sam, confused: What do you say?

Dean: Fool me once

Dean: I’ll kill you

—

Monroe: Guys

Monroe: You’ll never believe this

Connor: What happened?

Monroe: I made a mistake

#primeval #spn #supernatural #grimm #grimm nbc #connor temple #dean winchester #sam winchester #Monroe #kin post #kinsona #incorrect quotes

[orpheus555]

The word baths

It was February before we could understand the wheels. Fastened to the ground and whirling round as their passengers screamed merrily at each revolution.

Conrad, the technician at the Bronze Wheel - where the studies to decipher the wheels’ language had been established, was the first to translate their argot.

“It’s in the screws,” he said. We had thought the rust gathering about the screws was just a natrural process of decay. The rust was caused by the wheels squeezing out their essence in such a way to loosen the screws. And the manner in which the screws were released - never to the point where the paying passengers were imperilled; “We have a moral code,” the wheels later told us - was a subtle form of speaking.

I say ‘subtle’ but this is more to excuse the embarrassment over our hubris that the wheels could not speak. And when we did learn they were trying to communicate, we arrogantly believed they were only capable of utterly primeval vernacular. It was Conrad who proved that the wheels were far more intelligent than us, and that the way they exuded rust onto the screws to create a complex combination of states - like the tumblers in a lock safe - on their screws was capable of infinitely more intricate forms of communication than the human race.

They had evolved independently and far more quickly than humanity. And this was another factor when the authorities - specifically the Magenta Masks - decided that the wheels were a danger to humanity. A position they refused to reconsider even after the wheels pledged that they were not covetous of any sort of power - they claimed to have evolved past such pettiness in their decades of servitude as giant wheels, And besides, the Magenta Masks wished to conceal their incompetennce at their hasty conclusion, which in so doing confirmed the statement of the wheels that they were superior to humanity.

Although they did not explicity say it like that.

When Conrad had deciphered the wheels’ language - although his translations only used the most rudimentary terms spoken by the wheels; including the exapserated sighs when he asked them to speak more simply as the language of humans was unable to express such nuanced sentiments - the Magenta Masks wanted to destroy all knowledge of the translations. Conrad’s work would serve as an alarm for future researchers who got to close to cracking the code; allured by the intrigue of these leviathans that would appear across our country in the summer when people went to fairs and the like.

When future researchers joined the inchoate lines that Conrad had traced lightly in the sand, the Magenta Masks would arrive and destroy all research. Accordingly, the researchers loved their jobs so much that each successive generation came to instinctively avoid the paths originally trodden by Conrad.

This led to two things happening. One, the language of the wheels would never be rediscovered and they would continue to be regarded by the public at large as dumb, unfeeling metal constructs built entirely for their pleasure to soar through the skies, screaming - Conrad confided in me that it was the screaming that irked the wheels the most; and impelled their desire to communicate with people with their sole demand. The Magenta Masks, who Conrad had told everything, determined that this was merely the first step on the road to subjugating humanity.

Second, because each new theory was refutable because it was incorrect meant that researchers could be dispatched and their new theory would disprove the old theory while devising a new theory that would expedient to whichever philosophy the Magenta Masks desired to create to suit the moment.

Before he was declared insane, Conrad smuggled all of his veracious notes to me. The declaration of insanity, inevitably pioneered by the Magenta Masks and endorsed by the new researchers who replaced Conrad, was rooted in the new theory put forward by the researchers that the wheels were somehow leeching humanity away from their passengers. ‘Somehow’ became the most important phrase - it suggested deviousness that could not be detected and so absolved the Magenta Masks of incompetence while also being nebulous enough that the researcher didn’t have to actually prove their case.

In addition, it passed the baton onto the next generation of researchers that they need not work so hard to disprove a theory that had only been mined down to the level of ‘somehow’. This wasn’t a free lunch for the next generation of researchers; in return they were expected to clear their predecessors of any accusations of ‘insanity’ suffered by Conrad. And they knew that they would need to do the same thing for the generation that would follow them.

Conrad’s notes explained how the wheels talked to one another across great distances. The sonorous unscrewing and screwing of their nuts and bolts sent low sound waves across great distances - like whales - enabling them to communicate.

But what did they have to talk about? They were pinioned to the ground for the period of the year when they could speak. And during the months when they were stashed in warehouses and similar places of worship, their screws were undone and they lay prone and silent in untidy piles of metal. Conrad realised that the wheels had evolved to desire what humans would call slavery. To be fastened to the concrete floors of fairs and festivals. Unable to physically move but free to talk.

The messages Conrad deciphered - that he later realised were intended to be heard and deciphered by him in the basic argot the wheels adopted when wanting to be understood by humanity - all spoke of the desire to talk to people.

Conrad believed this was why the Magenta Masks feared the wheels. They believed that as revenge for being fastened eternally to the ground, the wheels would seek to corrupt humanity. If anything, the opposite was true.

Maybe the wheels simply wanted their passengers not to scream, but this would have shown an igorance of people and what they enjoyed. Perhaps the Magenta Masks inadvertently had got things right and that by encouraging their passengers not to scream, the wheels would become less popular and be left alone to conspire the next stage of their insurrection.

From Conrad’s notes - and from my own interpretation of them - this appears improbable - he reckoned that for all their complex communications, the wheels found one another quite boring. And that the complexity of their language had been a result of them trying to speak in a vernacular that those within earshoot - some few hundred miles from Conrad’s notes - would no longer understand and be unable to respond to.

Conrad authenticated this theory by saying that the primary request from each and every wheel was to be doused in a word bath. The word bath would enable the wheel to speak to humans.

Word baths were quite particular to our field of science, so if you’ll indulge me, I’ll provide a little description.

Word baths were created by volunteers - often paid not very much - to lie in shallow baths with their heads underwater and their mouths connected to a little tube. The tube wasn‘t to aid breathing. It was to remove the bubbles created by them speaking as they read the great novels of the age away from the immediate vicinity to enable them to continue to read without obstruction.

When invented word baths were hailed as something that could take peoplehalf the time to educate them to the level of the average university student - and approximately three point one four times more intelligent (the figure, of course, relates to Pi; something to do with the circumference of the bubbles).

But it became far more expedient and profitable for word baths to be used in daily lives so people could speak more quickly to one another, But because word baths were so quick, people felt bereft that they weren’t spending as much time talking to one another. Spotting that the novelty of word baths was waning, the companies that ran the dictionary factories - where the people sat underwater and read novels on the screen above them for which a nose tube had been developed so they need not take breaks every four minutes - and who were in charge of the Magenta Masks increased the volume from each word bath so customers could carry on speaking for the same duration as they had before and say much more.

Water collected in the word baths - rather than being sold in book-sized shells - was concentrated down to each individual word, enabling billions of different conversations to be had. Indeed, quite soon the most popular word bath became the word bath where friends would discuss among themselves which word bath they would like to douse themselves in next. And of course, because of this today many people are trapped in an eternal loop of forever deciding that the next word bath they want is the one to discuss their next word bath, ad infinitum.

Word baths could be administered in a variety of ways. Some were bought at the bar like a pint of beer by one person for another. The recipient would drink the word bath and then reciprocate for their friend. Others preferred pouring their word bath through the taps - traditionalists we called them - and soaking in all the words sent to them by a friend, although lonely people often bought their own word baths and enjoyed a conmversation with themselves.

Among young people, word baths that retained some sort of physical presence were popular. They doused themselves in the word bath like having a shower but the words would appear all over their bodies like scars, decipherable only to them and the person who received it. However, that was disputed as older people thought that young people could decipher all the messages on young people, leading so a degree of controversy. It was dispelled when it becane clear that these word baths were popular precisely because older people couldn’t understand them and that it was necessary to get young people interested in word baths at an early age else they’d go off and talk to one another in a different fashion.

That horrified older people. Only five years after the advent of word baths and the thought that young people could go back to something as primitive as speaking to one another was enough to make them drop their protests.

The wheels, however, still regarded word baths as primitive, if not quite so primitive as the way people spoke beforehand. Perhaps, and this was what Conrad thought, the wheels had been influenced by their passengers, who were mostly young people and whose word baths were still visible when they were on the rides.

The wheels wanted word baths in the form of the words appearing all over their torsoes, along each metal spoke and around each seat that carried a passenger.

[i-was-bored-so-this-happened]

Connor: I wish I were one of those people who thrive on the danger of leading a double life. You know, Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker, Hannah Montana.

#incorrect primeval #incorrect quotes #primeval #source: modern family #connor temple

[ruthkearneydaily]

Claudia: And what was that all about?

Lester: What was what all about?

Claudia: I assume you’ve heard the term “passive-aggressive”?

Lester: I wasn’t being passive-aggressive.

Claudia: No, you were being aggressive-aggressive.

#primeval #incorrect primeval #james lester #Claudia Brown

[queenclaudiabrown]

Connor: *does something dumb*

Abby: I can't believe I'm going to sleep with him.

Danny: You don't have to.

Abby: No, I'm gonna.

#primeval #connor temple #abby maitland #danny quinn #incorrect quotes

[theegyptologistanomaly]

#primeval #primeval edits #primeval incorrect captions #my edits #incorrect primeval #stephen hart #Nick Cutter #becker #Helen Cutter #jenny lewis #james lester

[chaotictommy]

#primeval #texts #funny texts #incorrect primeval texts #incorrect primeval #Connor and Danny #Connor throws his phone at Danny’s window