*sweats profusely*

My Genius Apprentice

Sweating profusely in his Galaxy Garrison uniform wasn’t Samuel Holt’s idea of a very good time. Even more, not knowing where exactly he was; he was a scientist after all and used to knowing exactly what was happening around him. On the crowded streets of Santiago de Cuba though, he was completely out of his element. He quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead before continuing through the small crowd of tourists that were loitering around the town. He slid his cell phone from his bag and pulled up the address he was given and the picture of a worn down repair shop. Before long he was being led to the building by a kind man who he asked for direction from when he purchased a bottle of water from a nearby shop.

“Is there any reason why you are going to this particular shop, my friend?” The man asked glancing sideways at Sam.

“Apparently there is a genius living there, and we want to give him the chance to succeed,” Sam replied, not giving away many details of his purpose there. The man only laughed in response and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Little Lance than, good luck with that, he is not one to leave his family,”

“Oh really?” Sam inquired.

“Oh yes, even though he is still very young he says that he will only ever work in the shop with his father and brothers, but I have seen that mind work and he is destined for something greater,” the man replied suddenly somber. “I am only a family friend, but he deserves to excel and I pray that you can convince him,” he smiled walking away when they arrived in front of the shop.

“I will certainly try,” Sam grinned. “Thank you so much,” He blew out a breath and turned his head back towards the shop.

It was a moderately sized plain white building with chipping paint. It had a single garage door on the right-hand side that was painted in dark green, it had four glass windows in it showing two men inside working. The door on the left-hand side was painted the same dark green and showing an open sign in the window. His gaze lifted to the sign across the length of the building that read “Cortez Reparación”. Beside it was a large painted wrench. Although Sam could tell that this was a place of business, there were sheets and clothing flapping in the wind above the sign hanging from stands and lines on the roof. Without much more delay Sam walked into the shop immediately meeting eyes with a woman sitting at a small desk.

“Hello, are you Rosa McClain?” He asked.

“No, but I can go get her for you,” She replied getting up from her work and entering the garage. “Cortez, there is someone out there to see Rosa,” she said when she passed the two men working on a car. The older man put his tools down while the other continued working.
“Oh, hello, are you Cortez McClain?” Sam asked when the man stood in front of him. The man nodded and held out his hand. “Great, I’m Samuel Holt of the Galaxy Garrison,” he stated taking the hand with a smile.

“Can I help you?” Cortez asked cocking an eyebrow.

“Well, actually I’m here to help you, or your son Lance more specifically,” Sam informed him. “We were informed that he has already gone through the work required for primary schooling, and is ready to be enrolled in higher education,”

“Yes, that’s correct,” Cortez replied with a proud grin on his face.

“Excellent, we would like to recruit Lance to be a part of the Galaxy Garrison with full-ride scholarship and dual citizenship,” Sam added pulling a file from his bag. He looked up to see a shocked face from Cortez, who had his mouth wide open and eyes widened.

“Is there something wrong Mr. McClain?” Sam asked concerned placing a hand on his shoulder. Cortez shook his head and focused back on Sam.

“I’m just surprised that you are offering this, he is still only ten,” he replied. 

“We know but we believe that with early schooling through the Garrison he will be able to change the world,” Sam said his eyes glittering at the thought. Cortez chuckled.

“Oh, you don’t need to convince us, we know that Lance belongs out in the world away from this shop,” he said fondly. They turned when they heard someone step in the door, it was a short boy with unruly brown hair and sparkling blue eyes.

“You’ll need to convince him,” he stated gesturing to the boy. Sam’s eyes widened. This was Lance. 


I wrote this probably months before season three came out and I even had this account. It’s an AU where Lance was recruited from Cuba and Sam became his mentor at the Garrison but because Lance was so young he had to be kept secret from most people so nobody knew about him. They had a familial bond and he was devastated when he disappeared on the Kerberos mission. It kind of ties into the genius lance stories I did before. Sorry to anybody who was waiting for their prompt to be filled, for some reason I’m not writing too great right now but I may have something for you guys soon. 

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our wounds will scar.

bruce wayne: is a capable businessman who didn’t just inherit all his money but is always working to improve his and the city’s finances as well as give to those in need every turn of the way

also bruce wayne: lost the entirety of wayne enterprises and has been lowkey technically kinda actually broke, homeless and fallen from grace at least three times in the comics all because he couldn’t find where he placed his batbox of fucks

Ok guys, major nerd-out post here regarding Shiro's arm!

As a student in their 4th year of undergrad for a degree in prosthetics, I’m absolutely SMITTEN with Shiro’s bionic arm (and the guy it’s attached to, obviously). But as much as I adore all the art and fics, there are a few things that are driving me nuts that I’d like to share in a few points here, just for reference if anyone wants it. I’ve seen very few fanworks with a proper presentation of artificial limbs, so here goes! 

 #1. Under NO circumstances does anyone sleep with their prosthetic limb on. 

You read that right: under NO circumstances! This also goes for taking a shower. It might look sexy until you get shocked with however many volts he’s got in that thing, But even if it’s waterproof, what is the purpose?? of having it in the shower? when your supposed to be washing the residual limb as well??

“But Wait!” I hear someone say. “Isn’t it implied that Shiro’s arm is permanently attached somehow, and he can’t or doesn’t know how to take it off?”

To answer your question, yes, it is implied. And I’m here to tell you how that is ABSOLUTELY NOT POSSIBLE.

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daddyzenpie  asked:

For the event Mini-Fic for Zen you're holding, "You know why i love you? It's because you're you, and no one in this world ever love me the way you do. And that, princess, is what make you very precious and beautiful in my eyes, no matter how other people sees you." I hope this is great enough?

gasp!! Lil Masochist~! It’s been a while ^o^ Nyaha~ I got dibs on your request >:3

[ Notice: Event Submissions are now closed. Previous requests will be completed asap. Sorry for the delay. ] 
(Man, I didn’t realize there’d be so many asks… Will be blazing through them tonight!!)

–R.I.


Some Days. [Zen x MC]

Some days… I can’t help but hate myself.

I frequently make mistakes, and I’m not like everyone else. I don’t like what they like, I can’t do what they do. I hate that I’m so different from them.

They tell me all the time.

“You’re so out of the loop, girl! How have you NOT fallen in love with this band?!!”

Is it so wrong to have a different interest from you?

“Why do you like that colour?? It’s sooo ugly. Just like you!! Haha, just kidding…”

Honestly, I know you always insult people and laugh it off as a joke, but you always mean it. Two-sided bitch.

…but at least she fits in. Why am I so different? Is… is something wrong with me?

Curled up into a ball, I bury my head in my knees, hugging myself tightly. I watch as my boyfriend shines onstage—it’s only rehearsal, but he’s so talented and handsome, standing out from everyone else.

Why did Zen even fall in love with me? He has a huge fan-base, acting talent and looks that could kill… And I’m just… me.

He’s worked with models who are more beautiful than me. He’s spoken with women who are funnier than me, more intelligent than me, more exciting than me…

I do love him, I really do. And I feel proud to be able to stand by his side.

But some days… I just feel ashamed.

“Rehearsal’s over for the day, go home and get some rest! Good job, everyone!” the director declared.

I glanced up, noticing Zen walk towards me with a bright smile on his face.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, babe. Did you see me? This was one of my best rehearsals yet! I felt like I could really sync with the character this time,” he beamed, running a hand through his hair.

Nodding quietly, I passed him a water bottle, which he gratefully took and gulped down within a matter of seconds.

We headed home, walking quickly against the cool spring breeze. I stayed silent the entire time, listening to him chatter away about his rehearsal.

But when we finally got home, he stopped talking, instead staring at me, as if analyzing me.

“Babe? I’ve been meaning to ask you since earlier but… what’s wrong?” he asked in a soft tone.

I tensed up, but maintained a steady voice as I answered, “Nothing, really.”

He frowned, reaching a hand out to my shoulder. “MC… I’m an actor, you know. I face actors everyday, I know when someone’s not sincere in their words. Please tell me?”

Reluctantly, I decided to tell him out of pressure. But without meaning to, the first words I blurted out were, “Why are we even together?”

Zen’s frown suddenly deepened, his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? Because I love you and you love me… right?”

I sighed, “Well, you’re not wrong… but why? You’re practically perfect and I’m nothing. Even your fans hardly feel threatened by me because I don’t match you. We’re too different, Zen. Anyone can see that.”

“That’s not true, jagi… You know why I love you? It’s because you’re you, and no one in this world could ever love me the way you do. And that, princess, is what makes you so precious and beautiful in my eyes, no matter how other people see you,” he stated firmly, staring straight into my eyes with sincerity.

Heat spreads to my cheeks, an overwhelming affection instantly bursting in my heart for him. “Y-you’re too smooth with your lines, Zen. I-I love you too,” I mumble quietly, pressing my face into his chest so he couldn’t see the way my cheeks were burning.

Some days, I can’t help but hate myself…

… but on days like these, I have Zen right here by my side, loving me for everything I hate about myself.

It Ain’t Me: Part 8

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

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Genre: Angst

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  • <p> <b>Person C:</b> *to person A* "Alright now's your chance, go and get 'em. "<p/><b>Person A:</b> *sweating profusely as they sit next to person B* "H-hey uh you wanna get out of here and go get some... sex. "<p/><b>Person B:</b> *Chokes*<p/></p>

German Culture is buying single bottles only bc youre a student living by your damn self; then standing in front of a pfandflaschenautomat with a giant sack of empty pfandbottles, putting them in, one after the other. sometimes you have to try multiple times to get the hell-o-mat to accept your damn bottle. the queue behind you is growing and growing but you still have 56 bottles left. one bottle just wont go in. just wont. you put it on top of the automat, sweating profusely. the people behind you are coughing impatiently. you apologise, laughing awkwardly. the hell machine beeps suddenly. She’s Full. the whole queue groans. a woman is so kind and gets a shop assistant to empty the automat. you say thank you. the shop assistant rolls their eyes and leaves. you continue your darstardly deed.