Port-Calls

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“And our final tribute for district 8 is…” a deafening pause filled the air as every young woman in district 8 held their breath.

“Jellybean Jones!”

The courtyard went deadly silent for what felt like hours before the piercing scream of Jughead Jones broke through the air

“NO! NO! I VOLUNTEER PLEASE, I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE.”

He was being pulled away by guards, tugging him out of the courtyard as his baby sister was placed on stage next to a shivering little boy and a woman dressed extravagantly in colors that district 8 had never seen.

“Oh” the woman in the light purple wig tsked “how very valiant, unfortunately we already have our male tribute.” Her eyes were blank as she went back to congratulating the two terrified children on stage.

“No, please.” The dark haired boy sobbed, his eyes meeting his sisters, she was crying now as well, thick tear drops dripping from her eyes.

It was all over before it began, people went home to their families somberly, mothers held their children and cried, fathers released anxious breaths as Jughead lay desperately on the floor of his home, slamming his fist into the dusty hardwood.

“We have to say goodbye.” His mothers cold, distant voice spoke from above him, her purse on her shoulder as she kept her distance from his father and left the house . F.Ps eyes were red rimmed as he clutched Jugheads shoulder

“We have to be strong for her, we need to show her we believe in her.” He choked out.

Jughead whipped to face him

“She’ll die in the arena! You know that! She won’t make it a full day!” He yelled shakily.

F.P sobbed,

“I know boy, I know.”

They arrived at the station and were instantly shuffled into a plain white room, jelly bean was sitting in the center looking smaller than ever. Jesus Christ she was only 9.

Her eyes met Jughead instantly and she leaped towards him, clinging to his body.

“I’m going to die.” She weeped.

Jughead caught his fathers eyes over jellybeans head and pulled away

“No you won’t, you’re going to live, you’re going to fight and you’re going to do everything you have to do to make it out of their alive. You are not leaving me alone with these looney tunes.” He made a silly face and Jellybean giggled through a sniffle.

“Okay Juggie.” The tiny brown haired girl looked up at him with watery blue eyes so desperate he had to look away.

After hugging her father as he whispered in her ear, Jugheads mother turned to her daughter.

“Don’t embarrass us, you’ll be on national television.” She turned quickly and left the room.

Jughead growled as F.P shook his head sadly.

“That’s all for visiting, out now.” A capitol guard grunted, shoving the two men out of the room as Jellybean waved sadly.

“We won’t ever see her again.” F.P whispered, watching as the train pulled away.

Jughead stared at his fathers profile
“You don’t know, she’s been known to surprise us.” He dropped a hand to his fathers arm and they both made their way home

“You never know.” The older man mumbled.
****


A week later everyone gathered in the popular food trading port, it was called Pops and it had the largest screen to watch the games.

“It’s just interviews today, she just has to be herself, she’s adorable. She can atleast win a few sponsors.” Veronica lodge, the mayors daughter gently pat Jugheads back as they took a seat.

Joaquin slid beside them
“I believe in her.” He grumbled.

Jughead took a deep breath and suddenly the screen was playing as his fingers dug into his seat

Let the games begin.

The tributes were interviewed, dressed exceptionally and dramatic representing their district. Second to last was his sister, she walked on screen beside the shivering little boy tribute and her smile was dazzling. Jughead bit back tears and allowed pride to fill his body, she was so strong. The dark black dress she wore was covered in hand painted flames. Coal.
His little sister, the girl on fire.

Caesar Flickerman proceeded to ask questions, multiple times speaking about how beautiful she was and how she was definitely the cutest little tribute they had ever seen.

“She’s working that angle, the woman sponsors will love her.” Veronica whispered beside him.

“Speaking of beautiful it appears you’ve made a friend in the training arena.” Caesar wiggled his eyebrows and Jellybean giggled.
“Let’s recap shall we.” The purple haired man gestured to the ginormous screen above his head.

Video filled the screen

Jellybean was sitting in the corner of the practice arena shivering as everyone chose their weapons, beating on each other and screaming. Suddenly a girl with long blonde hair and noticeably bright green eyes was leaning beside her

“It is a little scary isn’t it?” She asked the little girl. Jellybean nodded, pushing her long brown hair out of her face, eyes terrified. The blonde looked concerned

“My names Betty, what about you?” Her voice was sweet as honey and while he knew his sister should always be on her guard he felt as though she could trust this new friend.

“Jellybean” she shivered.

Betty sat beside her
“Well jellybean, as pretty as your hair is, it might get in the way. Do you mind?” She held up an elastic band and jellybean nodded curiously.

In under a minute Betty had twisted the long brown hair into an intricate braid that pulled the lose strands away from her face.

“Much better, now we can see your pretty face.” She tweaked her nose and smiled.

“You stay strong Jellybean.” And with that she was off to her own training.

The screen disappeared and Jellybean was back on screen, smiling fondly.

“That was very nice of her” Caesar cooed.

Jellybean nodded
“She’s the greatest, she gives me all of her extra food, she says I have to keep up strength.”

Cesar’s eyes widened surprised, as the audience awwwwed

“Well I think that’s all for you Jellybean and Dilton, good luck to you both.”

They were shooed off stage and jughead could finally breathe.

“That’s a good thing” Joaquin spoke “she’s forming an alliance.

"I don’t know” Jughead mumbled skeptically, his eyes drawn to the screen as the same beautiful blonde appeared on the screen, her arm linked with the most good looking boy he had ever seen he heard Veronica physically gasp.

“Elizabeth Cooper and Finnick Odair District 4!”
He gestured to the two teenagers dressed in matching seashells and aqua. The ocean, beautiful.

“So we’ll start with you ms.cooper, you volunteered for your sister Polly? It was very noble.”

Betty nodded
“My sister is pregnant, she would not have made it, I’ve been trained for this, we’ve been trained for this.” She glanced over at her partner and Jughead felt his stomach clench, was that jealousy? This was not the time to be jealous, those two were walking into their death.

“Yes of course, you two are careers?” Caesar asked

The boy named Finnick shook his head
“We were raised to be in the games, but we are not cruel or vicious, not like some others.” He was talking about Jason and Cheryl Blossom form district 2, they were wild and almost feral.

“Let’s take a look shall we.”

The screen flickered back to the practice arena, it showed Finnick expertly swinging a trident, it was terrifying. It turned to Betty who smiling widely at Finnick as she showed her own talent.

Six knives were tucked into her belt, quickly she had thrown them, hitting every single target in less than six seconds. The whole of Pops gasped, oh, so she was most definitely a career.

When the screen flicked back Finnick and Betty were smiling proudly.

“But that’s not all.” Ceasar waved frantically a the screen came back down.

Betty was Helping Jellybean into the tight training suit and the little girl was giggling as Betty made silly faces and Finnick ran in and began throwing handful of sugar cubes at the girls.

Jughead felt his heart ache, that was his little sister and she was laughing, this beautiful district 4 tribute had given Jellybean the chance to be a child for just a little longer.

Ceasar filled the screen again as he wiped fake tears from his eyes

“It’s beautiful how you’ve taken the little jellybean under the wing.”

Betty turned to the screen, a look of pure defiance in her eyes

“She’s just a little girl, with a family out there. She has an older brother my age and I want to tell him, she will be safe for as long as I can help it. I promise you.” The screen flicked back quickly, it wasn’t safe to divulge plans especially when they disagreed with the capital.

“That’s all for today folks! We’ll see you in the games. May the odds be ever in your favor!”

The screen went black and Jughead pulled his hands from the seat, his fingernails were bloody from digging so hard but his heart felt lighter.

Betty Cooper was going to save his Little Sister.

Some Tips on Managing Research Projects

As some of you may know, I’ve been working on two research projects for this year - some astronomy undergrad research, and my physics final-year project. Although I’ve been struggling to manage these projects alongside my coursework, I decided to compile a list of things that make life easier. These tips are for big projects that typically last over a couple of months, rather than smaller assignments.

1) Get a notebook for your project. It doesn’t have to be fancy (though if that’s what you prefer, go for it by all means), it just has to be functional. Whenever you’re working on your project, write down the date and whatever you’re doing that day. It helps a LOT to be organised in this way, especially if you have to write up a report of some sort later.  

2) Set up a plan. Often, with big projects, it’s difficult to see where you’re headed with the project and what you need to do. Having an action plan or an outline of your project helps get you focused and breaks the Big, Overwhelming Project into smaller tasks and steps that can be accomplished. This plan may require adaptions and refinement as you go along, but that’s okay. 

3) Timelines. This is easier if you have a looming deadline can the universe slow down so that I have enough time to finish everything before 9 September pls but, if you don’t, try and set up some kind of long-term schedule. Maybe you want to have all your background research done by the end of the week, have your first draft written in a month’s time. Having mini-deadlines is a great way to convince yourself to make progress and stop procrastinating.

4) Google sh*t! Seriously. If you don’t know how to do something, Google it. You’ll find a lot of answers out there. And you’ll figure out how to do a LOT of things on your own. 

5) Ask for help. If you’re stuck on something and just can’t make any more progress, even after tip no. 4, ask someone for help. If you have a project supervisor, they’re your first port of call. If not, find someone doing a similar type of project and ask them. 

6) Have the right software/equipment. If you have your own laptop, and can get the software you need for your project, get it! I did this for my astro project and it’s so easy to work on it now that I have ALADIN on my own computer and don’t have to work from uni. I’m stuck using the computers at my uni for my physics project and it is very inconvenient. If your project requires equipment, try to get the equipment ASAP.

7) Schedule time to work on your project. When I set up my week in my bullet journal, I make sure to schedule in project time. I’m also trying to work in my “down time” when I have a cancelled tutorial or something similar that leads to unexpected free time.  

8) Dowload Mendeley if you’re doing a lot of research. It autocites your papers for you (you literally just drag and drop and BOOM - all the references), generates a bibliography in whatever form you prefer. It makes it so easy to organise research papers. Use it. It’s free. 

9) Accept that it’s going to be tough and that you will mess up. Maybe you procrastinate a little more than necessary. Maybe you delete an article or forget to name your files something sensible. It happens, it wastes time, but it’s okay. You’ll get everything done properly eventually. Take a break if you need to. You’ll get back on track.

I hope these help! I am in no way, an expert in this. I’m still figuring things out for myself. Projects can be overwhelming, but they are also one of my favourite things to do. There’s so much that you can learn from doing a research project - far more than what you learn in class - and I highly recommend it as something that Science undergrads in particular should do.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! I also have a study instagram @ munirastudies if you’re keen on following me there. Happy studying!

xx Munira

cade-barricade  asked:

Hello! I've got a question based on IDW continuity. A lot of people are calling Soundwave as a 'Decepticon mama' or 'Sound-dad', and of course, I kinda understand the reason for it. However, for example, in Ex-rid or OP, I've noticed that Rumble and Frenzy are becoming more independent, also they have been kinda forced to become the cassettes, so the question is: - what does these guys really think about SW; do they CARE about him? The similar question apply to him too. Thank you!

Ah, such interpretations of Soundwave’s relationship with his cassettes go all the way back to G1! As soon as he petted Ravage that one time, that was it!

To answer such a question about IDW, our first port of call must surely be this image from All Hail Megatron, in which Soundwave howls in rage and despair over a wounded Rumble:

Also, here’s Frenzy, from the Bumblebee mini-series, full-on losing his marbles after being separated from Soundwave. 

(This was when they were playing Frenzy as dangerously mentally unstable, a depiction of the character that originated in All Hail Megatron, but which has since been forgotten, mmmaybe for the best.)

Taken together, these would certainly indicate that they share a similar link with Soundwave that we’ve seen his other cassettes do, and that Soundwave looks on them with as much fondness as the others.

But it does feel a little like these past instances have been… let’s say “deliberately forgotten,” as they don’t mesh so well with the wider continuity’s handling of Soundwave’s relationship with his various cassettes. In the years since AHM and Bumblebee’s publication, Robots in Disguise established that Soundwave met Ravage, Laserbeak, and Buzzsaw long ago, and they took care of him when he was destitute, unable to control his mind-reading powers.

(This always makes me a smile a little when I hear Soundwave referred to as being “fatherly” to his cassettes; if anything, in IDW, it seems like Ravage was the one who was “father” to Soundwave in the early days!)

But even before the above stories were written, Megatron Origin had depicted Rumble and Frenzy as workers in the mines with Megatron, who only got partnered up with Soundwave and re-engineered to transform to fit inside his chest as part of an undercover mission, so they could hide inside him to ambush the Senate. As you note, they weren’t really happy about it and tried to argue their way out of it, until Megatron… uh, convinced them to see things his way:

Additionally, there’s never been any evidence that Rumble and Frenzy went with Soundwave to Earth in the 1980s like Laserbeak and Ravage did, so they could have spent several decades off doing their own thing without him.

It’s not particularly illogical, then, to think that their relationship with Soundwave would be quite a bit different from the animal-cassettes, purely as a result of personal circumstances and shared experiences (or a lack thereof). But that’s not to say they don’t LIKE one another - in addition to Soundwave’s display of emotion above, the two were quick to come to Soundwave’s aid when the other Decepticons turned on him soon after their exile from Iacon:

But later, they were also willing to go behind his back and hunt humans with Galvatron, so they’re not absolutely bound to him. In fact, Laserbeak and Buzzsaw went on that mission, too! Tsk, you wouldn’t get that kind of trouble out of Ravage!

Highlights from the FBG Reddit AMA (02/03/2017)

Here are some highlights from today’s FBG Reddit AMA. If any more questions are answered tomorrow I will add to this post!

  • Elections will come back for Fallen London this year too! (x)
  • The Mr Eaten Storyline won’t be specifically addressed in SSkies but “However, there are some practices, rites, and mysteries in Sunless Skies that followers of the Mr Eaten story will find resonant. For now, we’ll just say that the Masters weren’t the first beings to come up with the idea of throwing their enemies into wells…” (x)
  • Not ruling out DLCs for SSkies (x)
  • “The Martyr-King’s Cup? Nothing to worry over; it is just the folly of those who’ve read so many books their brains have all dried up. Lunatic dreamers who speak in silly thee’s and thou’s and oblige themselves to esoteric codes, because they think it brings them closer to some cosmic truth, some greater glory.” (x
  • The plan is to not have a logbook at all and have the flavor text for the locations appear on screen, similar to the trailers (x)
  • “I’ve just started writing one of our ports. I hope you lot like bees. (And if you don’t, all the better!)” (x)
  • “Parabola is not welcome in the Judgements’ sight. Parabola is the realm of Is-Not. The heavens are the arbiters of what Is. Yes, we will be learning more about [Parabola].” (x
  • “In Sunless Skies we’ll meet the Scorn-Flukes, who grieve for lost Axile.” (x)
  • “Can confirm devils in Sunless Skies. Look for a port called Carillon” (x)
  • [on the dragons reacting to the Judgements’ murders with military force] “You will no doubt be completely unsurprised to hear that it’s rather more complicated than that. The few snippets we’ve learned about the ‘dragons’ have all been depicted from very specific points of view. It’s not the whole story.” (x)
  • “(We have certain priorities when inventing new Correspondence sigils, which we do sparingly. Every one has to be sound like it can refer to two different specific things, which I won’t elaborate on because spoilers)” (x)
  • “We’ll be on Windows, Mac and Linux for full launch in 2018.” (x)
  • Consoles are being considered for the future. (x)
  • “You can certainly choose to support certain Judgements’ goals!” (x)
  • Neath inhabitants aren’t immediately killed upon exposure to the HW because there aren’t many Judgements around these days (x
  • “When players start a new game, we’d like to give them several options to customise their game to create a level and type of challenge that’s right for them. If fine motor control challenges are not really your thing (or just something you happen to be bad at), you should be able to adjust the degree of auto-aim, so that your projectiles automatically arc towards their targets.” (x)
  • “At present, I can neither confirm nor deny the presence of a train whistle.” (x)
  • More options to interact with neutral vessels other than fighting (x)
  • Ships and resources will be more varied and viable to obtain for early players (x)
  • [on the topic of if there will be another “build your kindgom” ambition] “It’s early days (Disclaimer! Disclaimer!) but one of the planned ambitions is currently called “a throne of your own” in the design documents.” (x)
  • “ There will be at least one significant quest involving the Correspondence in Sunless Skies.” (x
  • “I think we’ll be seeing rather more Red Science. Hey, I wonder how London got the gate at the Avid Horizon open?”  (x

Also not really a piece of info but I feel like sharing this because it was very sweet: 

(link to that to read better)

I feel like this is a well known headcanon but Caitlin Farmer is majoring in marine biology and is the coolest fucker anyone on SMH team has ever met. Also a bit of chowder because you know they’re soulmates.

  • She went on one of those sleepovers that aquariums do for little kids when she was like seven and fell in love with the ocean.
  • she put her sleeping bag under the shark tunnel and didn’t sleep all night because she just wanted to be friends with them whenver they swam past.
  • she’s been to an aquarium in every city she’s been to.
  • some people’s first port of call in new cities are nice restaurants or art galleries. cait’s are aquairums
  • she only goes to ones that respect their animals and care for them, with programs to rehabilitate sea animals and release them

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skillzyo  asked:

*whispers* wayhaught pirates with the rest of the earp crew. also, nicole doesn't have to be pirate. she could be a naval officer who ends up falling for waverly. Happy ending though.

Nicole walked into the tavern growing more uneasy with every step. She had barely made it to shore before her body gave out. When she woke up, the sun was shining on her and she was on her back, warm, but in hostile territory. She took off her officer uniform and filled it with rocks, throwing it was deeply into the sea as she could.

Then she knocked out a drunken sailor that she figured she could share clothes with. She stripped him to his underwear and left him with his half empty bottle of rum in front of fire. Then she rinsed off his stink in the ocean and dressed in the wet clothes.

His gun was heavy strapped to her hip, but the sword felt right, about the same weight at her old one. She could see the bustle of a pirate town from her hiding spot near the small fire the naked pirate had built for himself. When she put her hand in his pocket she found a few reales she could use to get some information and maybe a drink or two.

So as most sailors did, Nicole headed to the tavern. Most taverns were home to the most information to be found anywhere. She settled on a small table near a window so she could keep a look outside. Her ship had gone down in a storm and she knew the chances of anyone surviving it were almost nothing. She may had used up all the ship’s luck making it to shore.

“Good morning,” an angelic voice pulled her attention back into the tavern.

“’Morning,” Nicole turned her head to see the barmaid standing at her table. She wanted to start asking questions, but she found her mouth wasn’t working anymore.

“Can I get you a drink?” the barmaid smiled at her. “You look like you need one.” She touched Nicole’s shoulder, then took her hand away. “You’re soaked.”

“My ship sank,” Nicole found her words. “I’m just her to find a way back home.”

“Oh,” Waverly put the mug she had been carrying down on an adjacent table. She sat down across from Nicole. “You poor thing.” She took Nicole’s hand and for a moment Nicole felt like she might faint.

She needed to eat. “Is there anywhere to get something to eat around here? I only have a few reales.”

The barmaid smiled again and Nicole felt her heart flutter. “I’ll get you something. You keep your gold.” She stood from the table and started to walk off.

“What’s your name?” Nicole asked.

The barmaid turned around with a quizzical look on her face. “Most people don’t ask that.”

Nicole smirked, finding herself again. “I’m not most people.”

Waverly smiled widely. She looked away from Nicole bashfully, then looked back. “Waverly.”

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girlalmiriam  asked:

Hey do you have any websites to get cheap textbooks? Or rentals

hey there! here are some that may help you out:

  • Library Genesis - you can use this to find free PDFs of your text books! I love this so much and it has loads of material so you should find something relevant.
  • Slugbooks - This place is really good! You can buy or rent, which ever you prefer. It compares lots of different book selling sites so you can get a good deal.
  • ABE Books - pretty decent prices!
  • Alibris - This is usually where I find the best deals - I got a book that should have been about £62 for £8 including shipping. There are a lot of people who use this site so the prices are really competitive! Shipping is such a good price.
  • Textbook Nova - another place to find free PDFs -  this site is popular but it uses torrents which I have no clue how to do haha. Maybe you might have better luck! Library Genesis would be my first port of call, however.

Hope this helps! xo

Test Of Time

A late birthday gift for @bluesfanfiction . Since I procrastinated and got started late I decided to write about time travel. It’s Usuk. Hope you enjoy! //

Alfred bounced on his heels, fidgeting with excitement as scientists relayed instructions to him. He was trying to stay as still as possible, so that his colleagues could fit his gear onto him properly. It was the latest in time travel technology, nicknamed JumpGear. Alfred would be jumping further in time than anyone else ever had, a whopping fifty years. While others might be nervous about the gear malfunctioning, Alfred had nothing but faith in the tech he’d helped create.

 His coworker, Matthew, fitted his vest, zipping up the front, looking at him and breathing a sigh. “Remember, Alfred, under no circumstances are you to make contact with your future self, nor anyone who might recognize you. Your mission is to get in and get out, grabbing a newspaper in between so we can be sure you really went as far as we planned. If you don’t come back on your own within six hours, we’ll bring you back from here. So there’s nothing to worry about. Kirkland is going to instruct you on how to operate the gear. We were going to send him but..well, you know. Try not to embarrass yourself in front of him, yeah?” Alfred’s eyes widened.

 "Kirkland? Wait, Mattie, you know I can’t-“

 Matthew clapped him on the shoulder, and then started to walk away. "You’ll be fine!”

 Alfred felt a tap on his shoulder almost immediately after Matthew left his sight, and he jumped, wheeling around to face Arthur. Or, Kirkland, as the uptight scientist preferred to be called.

 Arthur seemed impatient, and he tapped his foot. His arm was in a sling, which was the only reason he himself wasn’t making the jump. Time travel required great physical health, and to send Arthur away with an injury surely wouldn’t be good.

 "Right, then,“ Arthur breathed, looking him over. "To come back, just use the touchscreen on your left glove and input the correct date. There’s a spare power core on your belt, though the one currently powering your suit is brand new so I doubt you’ll need it. The orange button on your vest will disguise the JumpGear as a plain set of clothes. You may look a bit weird in the time period but at least it won’t be obvious you’re a traveler. Savvy?”

 Alfred’s mouth was dry. He’d been focusing on Arthur’s features, the smattering of freckles on his nose, his pink, pursed lips, and his pale yellow hair, soft and feathery. His eyes were a bright green, sharp and calculating. Still, somehow, Alfred had managed to retain the instructions Arthur had given to him, so he nodded.

 "Good. Get ready, we’re sending you off in two minutes.“ Arthur put on a pair of goggles, and then walked towards the control booth, calling out to their colleagues. "Have any of you lot seen my planner? I’ve got some important documents in there, I can’t lose them..” He received a resounding no,  and he sighed, walking behind the control booth. He spoke to the group of scientists around him in a hushed voice. Alfred got into position, and closed his eyes, hearing a crackle. His hair stood up due to the static building around him, and then there was a loud snap.

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I was trying to download the quake source port called WinQuake and opened the first link and I was so fucking out of it i didnt realize until the end that i installed a diagnostics tool for studying earthquakes

Ace on Deck

AO3

Rating: T

Summary: (Ace Stan) Ford makes an assumption about his brother based on the way he acts around people, and realises belatedly that perhaps they really do still need to communicate more. 

AN: Part one in a possible series of Ace headcanons. (and Aro? I’ll let you decide that for yourselves, Ace Ford too to me, in this one but focuses on Stan). If I do make it a series ‘Ace on Deck’ will be the series name. But I didn’t want to not use it if I didn’t write more. ^^  
Pinging @fexiled cause we rambled a long time ago about this I feel ♥

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Woohoo, finished up the long fingerless gloves today, ends woven in and had a bath.

The first picture is before the bath, hopefully you can see the yarn plumped up a bit and got a slight halo, which I wasn’t expecting, but I really like! They are currently drying.

My friend has first port of call on these, since she has worn all her cashmere ones out, these might make a nice stop gap. If they are not her style then I’ll stick them in the gift box! All in all I’m very happy with them!

You can find my notes on my Ravelry project page.

anonymous asked:

I'm the eliza+maggie enthusiast and I loved the fic about the pictures, maybe you could write one about how eliza weekly call to alex started to include maggie, first she asks about maggie, then to alex to give the phone to her and finally she just calls maggie right away 😊

“Hey mom,” Alex answers her phone on the couch, Maggie’s head turning from where she’s lying on Alex’s lap, turning down the TV so Alex can talk to her mom better. 

Phone calls from Eliza have become a weekly occurrence since Alex came out, since Eliza found out about her daughter and Maggie, and Maggie is glad because Alex never used to smile when Eliza rang, always used to wince slightly when she saw her mom’s name flash up on the screen, but now she answers and she smiles and she laughs and jokes with Eliza. Alex had also started opening up to Eliza more, telling her more about Maggie, and Eliza had gotten better at asking questions that didn’t centre around work or Kara and instead focussed on Alex. What Alex was doing, what journal she was reading, how her and Maggie were, whether they spent enough time together with their crazy work schedules and Alex was finally reconnecting with Eliza. 

“Yeah, everything’s fine with work. Yes Kara’s fine mom, I don’t know why you’re asking me I know you’ve phoned her too,” Alex rolls her eyes at that and Maggie chuckles. “Yes I’m eating! Mom I’m not a child! Well yes maybe Maggie is cooking for me but-no! Mom no I’m not making her cook she offers too oh my god mom just ask her yourself!” Alex rolls her eyes harder and passes Maggie the phone.

“She wants to talk to you,” Alex mutters under her breath and Maggie grins and Alex can’t help the smile that escapes her lips because her mom, her mom who has always pushed her so hard to be better, to be more, is finally easing up. Is finally realising that Alex is enough as she is and is embracing her brilliance and her daughter’s girlfriend with open arms. And Alex couldn’t be happier, and neither could Maggie, because Maggie has a family. Maggie has Eliza, who checks up on her when she checks up on her other daughters. Maggie has a new little sister in Kara who has roped her into sister nights every so often, and she has brothers in Winn and James and her very own space dad in J'onn who has welcomed her into the DEO and into their family with open arms because anyone who makes Alex happy is more than worthy of my time, is more than family.

So Maggie grins and she grabs the phone and she sits up on the couch next to Alex.

“Hey Eliza! Yeah it was my aunt’s recipe, it’s pretty easy to make, I can show you next time Alex and I come up to visit. Yeah that works too,” Maggie laughs and Alex can’t really hear her mom on the other side but she hears Maggie’s “I know she wolfs it down like it’s going to disappear,” and she knows they’re talking about Alex’s mile a minute eating.

“You only don’t eat that fast because you know Kara wouldn’t steal food off your plate mom!” Alex shouts from where she’s moved to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and she hears a faint laugh from the other end of the phone.

“Your mom says you used to eat that fast even before Kara, apparently you were a chubby baby too,” and Maggie laughs as Alex’s cheeks redden.

“Give me the phone,” Alex deadpans as she returns to the couch and Maggie grins and shakes her head as she continues her conversation with Eliza. Alex just shakes her head, smiling softly at how content her girlfriend is talking to her mom.

Eventually Maggie hands the phone over to Alex and Alex chats with Eliza for a while before saying her goodbyes and she sits back on the couch, pecking Maggie on the lips.

“You know my mom might as well call you instead of demanding I give the phone to you every time we speak.”

“Oh she does. She phoned me yesterday because she wanted to ask me about a case we were working on, something to do with her research.”

Alex sits up, mocking offence. “So now my girlfriend is the first port of call for my mom when she talks about aliens, not her own alien daughter, or special ops alien fighting daughter. Fine!” Alex huffs, but she grins and she pulls Maggie back down into her lap, leaning down and smoothing some hair behind Maggie’s ear before kissing her softly.

“Special ops alien fighting daughter. Is that your official job title now?”

“Shut up,” Alex grins. “But seriously, I’m glad she calls you, I’m glad you’re close.“

“Me too Danvers, me too. The Danvers women have become a pretty important part of my life.”

“I’m still your favourite though, right?” Alex cocks her eyebrow and Maggie laughs.

“I don’t know, if it weren’t for Kara’s awful taste in Netflix binge watching she’d probably be my first choice." 

"Pfft It’s a good job you’re cute Sawyer.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and I mean the fact I love you helps a little bit.”

Maggie laughs and she pulls Alex downs for another kiss. “I love you too and I love your mom and I love Kara, but I’m head over heels, would move mountains and oceans for you in love with you.”

With that Alex smiles softly and almost in embarrassment because she’s still not fully used to Maggie, this wonderful, amazing, beautiful, strong woman loving her and telling her so. But she’s learning, she’s learning how to be happy and how to be loved.

Ruin

noun | ru·in | \ˈrü-ən, -ˌin; ˈrün\

1. (a) archaic :  a falling down :  collapse
    (b) physical, moral, economic, or social collapse


He was something else, once. Was a good man, maybe. Certainly a better man. A cleaner man. Someone who could look at themselves in the mirror. Someone who didn’t hide behind a mask, cloak themselves in death just so the stains didn’t shine through.  

Hard times hit everyone differently, some fall apart, some overcome, some recreate themselves entirely. Ryan was remade. Unmade. Ryan turned himself inside out to come out on top, man made monster, made machine. Man made ruthless, made killer. Made mercenary. Made money. Good god did Ryan make money, such a lucrative business for those who can stomach it, for those who can excel at it, tear out all the better parts of themselves and become devastation.  

It takes a certain kind of person to pull themselves apart, takes a particular kind of conviction, desperation, the sort of radical change that cannot be undone, permanent moral decay. Once you become the bogeyman there is no turning back.  

Ryan has been the Vagabond longer than he has been Ryan, longer than he was ever James, and longer, it turns out, than he would be a member of the Fake Ah Crew. 

2. (a) the state of being ruined
    (b) the remains of something destroyed


The Vagabond was known from coast to coast, feared across oceans, talents coveted by all and controlled by none. The Vagabond was everything, fierce and untouchable, true to his word but violently independent, a faceless wraith none could outrun, none could even truly believe was human. The Vagabond himself didn’t even know for a while, true name unspoken for so long it was almost forgotten, bone-deep loneliness so endlessly constant he didn’t notice it was there until is suddenly wasn’t.  

The FAHC snuck in like poison, insidious and unrepentant with absolutely no consideration for Ryan’s barriers. They hired him for a job, then another, their calls dogged him across states, pulled him back time and time again. It was a good gig; solid pay, decent jobs, no conflicts of interest and, as a bonus, they were a pretty entertaining bunch to work with. Too entertaining maybe, considering Ryan kept letting things slip, kept opening his mouth, kept forgetting he was just a hired tool.  

The Fake’s forgot too, forgot to be fearful, to show proper deference, forgot the mercenary was always moving, that he was just working for pay, that he wasn’t theirs. They forgot the depths of the Vagabond’s depravity and that alone should have been enough of a sign; Ryan should have stayed away, should have drawn a line, but all of a sudden for the first time in years he had a port of call and no real reason to avoid it. All of a sudden the restless itch of the Vagabond didn’t seem quite so pressing, occasional trips to Los Santos becoming occasional trips out of Los Santos, until one day he just didn’t leave. Until one day the trappings of the Vagabond were more costume than they were second skin, worn and comfortable but not necessary, not anymore.   

The Fake AH Crew were known from coast to coast, feared across oceans, they were a collection of talents obedient only to one. The FAHC were everything, they were acceptance, encouragement, they were wicked laughter and bad ideas, they were filthy cheats and the fiercest of families. They were simply a tragedy waiting to happen.

3.  a cause of destruction

The Vagabond’s got a reputation for silent threat, stoic judgement, but in all honestly Ryan’s always had a mouth on him. Always chased the final word, that one last snippy come back, always pushed the envelope to show nothing can contain him, no one can outsmart him.  

It’s part of what made the Vagabond so dangerous; professional, yes, fulfilling orders to the letter when they take his fancy but it only takes a split second to change his mind, a single throw-away comment to have him turning on his heel, reaching for his gun. The Vagabond has a temper, has a skewed sense of propriety and a sharp tongue, and in the heat of the moment none are safe from his withering condemnation. 

It’s part of what made him so compatible with the FAHC, competitive and creative and more than capable of keeping up, quick wit and scathing commentary the perfect cherry atop his undeniable talents. He’s hardly the only one in the crew needlessly making enemies, not the only one causing grave offence at the most inopportune times, but Ryan’s words will always carry the weight of the Vagabond. Will forever be deemed more serious, more humiliating, a story that will travel, a snub that will damage reputations if left unpunished. It’s what made him a fucking liability, in the end.  

4. (a) the action of destroying, laying waste or wrecking
    (b) damage, injury

The hardest thing about being in a crew is realising your actions are no longer solely your own; even with the ability to disregard orders whatever ramifications you bring down will inevitably splash over onto everyone else. An enemy of one crew-member is an enemy of all, and when retribution comes everyone is in the crosshairs. When it comes everyone is at risk.  

The thing about trying to handle your own problems, about keeping your family in the dark to save them from your mistakes, is that eventually you’re going to stumble. Eventually you’re going to fall, and when you do chances are you’re not the one who’s going to pay for it. When you do, chances are you’re going to suffer worst of all. Ryan can’t even claim it’s undeserved, not when he’d had so many opportunities to leave, had so many chances to walk away, to save them.

The FAHC might have been top dogs in the city but all it takes is a lucky shot, all it takes is an unseen ambush, merciless vengeance for a grievance they never even heard about. Ryan wasn’t even home, off on some job he didn’t even get the chance to fight with them, to die with them. All empires fall eventually. Most royal families end in bloodshed. A monster will always be a monster and the bogeyman knows damn well he doesn’t get a redemption arc. He doesn’t get a happy ending.

5. a ruined building, person, or object

He was something else, once. Had a soul, maybe. Had something more than this, was someone more than this. More than a masked killer, silent and dead-eyed, as merciless as he is inhuman. More than a loaded gun, good for only one terrible purpose. More than a gutted house, dark and empty and forever waiting for the family that won’t come home.

He was a good man, once.

Transformers Fanfic Terms 101

So @novelty-spark was asking about a masterpost for those sorts of things, I thought I’d throw down the terms i’ve used in my seasoned time as a TF fic writer. Shoutout to my bae @guttermech for helping with some of these tooooo

So for those who don’t know there’s actually a ton of strange inner-fandom terms and shorthand that’s used in fanfic/general discussions, and can also be used for tags on art. 

First off there’s the different types of TF porn/fic. 

Sticky and PnP/Wireplay are the most common, less common is Sparkplay/Sparkbonding There’s also a now-unheard of fourth type called Tactile/EM fieldplay.

Sticky: Sticky is organic-based sexual organs, with organic genitals. Usually it’s a set of a penis/vagina combo, but there’s lots of different versions. One thing is for sure; it’s messy, it’s slippery, and it’s the most common type of TF porn you’ll find. 

PnP: Short for Plug-N-Play, it’s also sometimes called wireplay, is the counter to Sticky. It’s more based on the passing of electrical currents and information between two cybertronians to bring pleasure to both parties. The fact that it’s also a common phrase for electronics is a hilarious bonus for when you find that shit in public and can laugh about it. 

Sparksex/Sparkplay/Sparkbonding: This is a fairly well recognized but not always utilized form of cybertronian coupling that involves direct interaction between two or more party’s sparks. It’s usually coupled with them becoming bondmates which is a term i’ll cover below in more detail. 

Tactile/EMfieldplay: This is from the olden days, I’ve not seen any content made of this forgotten type in years and years, but now’s a good a time as any for a resurgance. EMfield stands for Electromagnetic Field, which is the sensory net that surrounds a cybertronian. Long ago [before time began…] it was very common for fics to include the fields as a form of close-contact, a field that would become meshed with others when cybertronians were near each other. This type of porn was more closely related to foreplay, though climax could easily be reached by the two [or more!] fields interacting. This one’s pretty complex to explain here, but I think I’ve got the gist of it down. 


Here’s a list of some terms, not all are inherently sexual but are useful to know for the flow of things/knowing the name of some parts of the anatomy and terms: 

Interfacing is sex. It’s just what sex is called, pretty basic. 

cable/cord/plug are the words for a robot penis, however a lot of people call them ‘spikes’ too, which is uncomfortable sounding as hell! Let’s normalize cord/cable/plug =u= I’ve also seen 

Valve is the term used for a penetrable hole, a vagina or butthole or whateverthefuck, it’s also sometimes called a port. 

Anterior/Outernode is a term used for a clitoris, and 

Calipers are the internal structure of a valve/port, similar to the muscle structure inside organic holes to clench/cause a milking action. 

Overload is what an orgasm is called. 

Transfluid is cybertronian ejaculate/jizz. Most artistic renderings have it be glowing like Energon but it can be just about anything you want, I used to write it as silver or different colors, they’re robots, go wild. Glowy jizz or metallic jizz or black inky jizz or just white jizz, who cares! It’s jizz! Have fun! 

CNA  is sometimes used as a version of DNA, often used for when baby Cybertronians are talked about being made through sexual reproduction. On that note- 

Sparklings, are baby cybertronians. Sometimes they’re also called protoforms but more often than not Sparklings is the most accurate way to get it. Protoforms are also a canon material so I don’t know if anyone uses it anymore. I'm not going over different methods of sexual and asexual cybertronian reproduction because that honestly deserves a post all it’s own. 

Glossa is what tongues are called, while 

Coolant is often used as their version of saliva 

servo is used interchangeably for any moving part w/ a joint- legs, arms, fingers, etc [for fingers i would suggest 'digits’ too ] 

Vents are used to describe air flow and to emulate panting/heavy breathing, often used for when a cybertronian starts to get heated and their vents will turn on, expelling hot air. 

Pedes are words used instead of 'feet’

Chevron is the shape that’s on many Cybertronian’s heads, [examples: prowl, ratchet] 

Headfins are another helmet shape, often described as sensitive or an erogenous zone. [examples: sunstreaker, fort max]

Kibble is the name of anything that is not a vital part of the cybertronian’s anatomy but is needed in order to form their alt mode. Examples include tires, headlights, car doors on arms/back. 

Door-wings are pretty self-explanatory, but they are a specific anatomy belonging to the likes of Prowl, Jazz, TFP/Bayverse/RID2015 Bumblebee; they are the doors for their car mode that are perched between the shoulders like wings. 

Audials are used instead of 'ears’, while 

Finials describe a more protruding shape of 'ears’, such as those on Shockwave, Drift, and Wing. 


And as a special added note, here are some Cybertronian curse words often used in fics:

Dross [Damn]

Frag [fuck] fragger, fragging, etc

Scrap [shit]

Slag[aggressive derogatory term, means to call someone scum or garbage]

Feel free to add things! I hope this helps! 8U 

Fanfic: Think Before You Speak

Final Fantasy XV
Gladnis
SFW -> a little angst, a little fluff
2,031 words

I don’t even know what this is, just take it.
Gladio learns a valuable lesson about double checking who he’s calling when he has two people whose names start with ‘I’ and end with ‘is’.

In hindsight, Gladio probably could have waited until he was less distracted to make a call, instead of flicking through to Iris’ contact entry and wedging his phone between his ear and his shoulder. But he needed to talk to someone now, even with his gym bag in one hand and the other rooting around for his house keys.

Not waiting for Iris to say anything once the call connected, Gladio launched straight into his tale, knowing that his sister was more than used to it by now. “Iris, I swear to the Astrals, I don’t know how much longer I can keep training Iggy. It’s gonna kill me one of these days.”

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Gladio opened the door to his apartment and walked inside, dumping his bag on the floor and taking hold of his phone. “Seriously, I’m considering swapping out with someone else before I lose my shit. Every time I have to put my hands on him to correct something, I just…”

Gladio let out a little growling noise, and he assumed that the little intake of breath he heard was Iris trying not to giggle at him. She got a call like this at least once a week, and she’d long since learned that it was best to just let Gladio rant until he got all of his feelings out. He was like a teenage girl with her first crush, and that’s why he figured that the best person to talk to was an actual teenage girl.

Not to mention that Noctis and Prompto would just laugh at him for his hopeless infatuation with Ignis.

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