Hi my name is David Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long red hair (that’s how I got my name) with streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-neck and green-blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Daniel (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da gosh darn heck out of here!). I’m not related to Cameron Campbell but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. My teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a camper, and I go to a magic camp called Camp Campbell in a place that’s tucked away where I’m in my seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a tree-hugger (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly green. I love Dick’s Sporting Goods and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a green shirt with a matching vest on it and brown cargo shorts, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing pink lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside of camp. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I gave them a big hug.
date a girl with long ebony black hair (that’s how she got her name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches her mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell her she looks like Amy Lee (and if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). She’s not related to Gerard Way but she wishes she was because he’s a major fucking hottie. She’s a vampire but her teeth are straight and white. She has pale white skin. She’s also a witch, and she goes to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where she’s in the seventh year (she’s seventeen). She’s a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and she wears mostly black. She loves Hot Topic and she buys all her clothes from there. For example today she was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. She was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. She was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which she was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at her. She put up her middle finger at them.
This is my fave supercat scene ever. Or more like a moment. Im not entirely sure why. maybe its the Whole my OTP is standing next to each other or that this the closest to each other they’ve been or that to me, this is the most they’ve looked like a couple or the whole black and white thing or them reacting to the same thing (each in a cute way, yet “as an unit”) Or all of the above. but this moment i love
I'm going through a real rough patch and if you want to write something cheerful you have no idea how grateful I'd be.
Flash sidled up to Superman on one of the Watchtower’s mezzanines, leaning against a rail. They looked at each other sidelong, then away.
“Wanna hear my new time?” Flash asked sideways, swaying as he alternated which foot held his weight, hands on his hips.
“There’s no way you beat my time,” Superman muttered, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were in the other direction, and both men went silent as the Lanterns walked too close. Superman and Flash gave them a nod of acknowledgment, then waited for them to be at a safe distance.
“What!” Superman dropped his arms, whipped his head around to where Flash was grinning and bouncing on his heels. “No way.”
“Flat,” Flash said.
“There’s no way.”
“Check my heartbeat if you don’t believe me,” Flash said, tapping his insignia with his thumb. Then he frowned. “Actually, don’t, I’m pretty excited about this so my pulse is probably crazy.”
His heart always sounded like an angry hummingbird trapped between his lungs, but Barry was also a notoriously terrible liar, so it wasn’t as relevant as it could have been.
“Dangit,” Superman said, crossing his arms again. He leaned back to scope out the area around them. No one seemed to be paying them much mind. “What time?”
“Eleven on a Saturday,” Flash said, looking even more smug. “You know I don’t mess around.”
“Tch!” Superman made an irritated sound, licking his canines. Then he snapped his fingers. “You forgot about–”
“Nnnope,” Flash interrupted. “I’m including the new ones in that, that’s the whole reason we had to reset our times, otherwise I’d still be at seven-point-four.”
“Tch.” Superman drummed his fingers against his bicep. “Nine seconds,” he repeated, torn between irritation and awe.
“You know what that means,” Flash said, waggling his eyebrows.
Superman sighed. “Alright, where are we going?”
“I want soup.”
“Uh-huh.” Superman waited. Flash was waiting for him to ask. Superman was not going to give him the satisfaction.
“… in Saigon.”
“You’ve been watching Bourdain again,” Superman accused.
“It looked like really good soup!” Flash said, defensive.
“Fine,” Superman said, “but I am going to beat your time, and when I do–”
“Beat what, now?” Wonder Woman asked, having managed to approach them while they were distracted by negotiations.
“Nothing!” Flash and Superman said at once.
“We were just talking,” Superman said.
“About stuff,” Flash added unnecessarily. “Private, personal, man stuff.”
Wonder Woman’s eyebrows shot up. She was close enough for her lariat to hum on her hip. She looked Flash over. Flash started to turn red.
“Okay bye!” Flash said, and he was gone in a streak of red.
“Superman?” Wonder Woman asked.
“I should, uh. Hal…”
He wasn’t actually making any definitive statements, just stringing words together, and yet somehow it still managed to ring false. She watched him go, putting her hands on her hips.
She could practically sense it when Batman came up beside her, even quiet as he was.
“Do you want to know what they were talking about.”
“Do you know?” she wondered. He said nothing, so she turned to look at his face. It was as expressionless as ever, but she got the impression that he did not consider the question worthy of dignifying with a response.
He was Batman. He would never be so rude as to say ‘of course’ – but of course he knew.
“I wouldn’t want to invade his privacy,” Wonder Woman said cautiously.
“He’d tell you if you really asked,” Batman said. “They just like feeling like they have a special thing.”
“I see.” She tapped on her lower lip as she watched Superman talk to one of the Green Lanterns. “So what’s the special thing?”
“Pick me up in the plane on Saturday and I can show you.”
She froze. Slowly, she turned to look at him. As always, being able to see him helped not at all. “Like a date?” she asked.
The corner of his mouth twitched. “More like a stakeout.”
“That could be like a date.” She was mostly saying it to tease him. Sometimes if she did it right, he turned pink and had to find a shadow to hide in.
“It’s usually not.”
“I’m usually with the kids.”
“Oh!” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t mean–”
She put her hand out to rest on his shoulder. “I would never imply–”
She took her hand back. “I’ll behave,” she assured him.
“You don’t have to,” he said, and she grinned.
“I’ll pick you up at ten,” she said, and she gave him an exaggerated wink as she walked away.
“It’s a date,” he murmured.
“Why,” Wonder Woman asked, “are we in Florida?”
Batman was sitting beside her, and the plane was in a low hover. “Because as far as anyone can tell, this is the single biggest and busiest Walmart in the world.”
“I don’t think that explains as much as you think it does,” she said.
Batman held up a phone. A clock took up most of the screen. 10:59. “Watch,” he said, and he pointed out to the parking lot, vast and terrifying and teeming with people. She watched, and she had no idea how she was supposed to see anything in the crowd.
Finally, she spotted it. The motion too quick to be anything mortal. Would anyone on the ground notice anything more than a strong breeze?
“Oh! It’s the–” She snapped her fingers, couldn’t remember the word.
“Carts,” Batman supplied.
In almost no time at all, every cart in the parking lot had been returned to one of the designated corrals. Batman pointed to something that he must have been using technology in his mask to see, because otherwise his eyes should not have been good enough. Wonder Woman was much better equipped to see Superman, standing beneath a tree and checking a stopwatch and scowling. He did some kind of motion with his arms and one leg that suggested he’d have thrown his hat to the ground, if he’d been wearing one.
“They introduced new carts,” Batman explained. “They don’t fit with the other ones, so it slows them down. Ruined their whole system.”
“They had a system?” she asked, giggling.
“No, here,” he said, tapping her arm to point again. “This is the best part. He’s frustrated.”
“That’s the best part?”
“Watch what he does.”
She watched. Superman was gone again, more impossible-to-follow motion through the crowd. Things were moving. Large things.
“He’s fixing the cars!” she said, clapping her hands together.
“He’s fixing bad parking jobs,” Batman confirmed. “Because he’s mad.” There was a brief crooked curve to his mouth.
“He moved that one to a different space!”
“Illegally parked in a handicapped spot.”
“How fun.” Wonder Woman watched the people wandering through the lot, wondered how many of them had noticed what was happening and how many had disregarded it as nothing worth noticing. “Flash is the winner of this contest, then?”
“Is there a prize?”
“Clark buys him lunch. Usually somewhere he saw on a food show, since he can’t normally do that.”
“Barry can run anywhere, can’t he?” she asked. “I see no reason he couldn’t run to these places on his own.”
“He doesn’t like being alone in foreign countries,” Batman explained. “It makes him anxious.”
“Oh.” She returned her gaze to the parking lot. “How nice, then, that it all works out.” She frowned. “Is this weird?” she asked. “Spying on our friends like this.”
“I don’t think I’m the right person to ask.”
“Do you do this often?” she wondered. “Watch people have fun without you?”
Wonder Woman held up a finger in warning. “Zatanna taught me a trick.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“She says that if you ask me to define the parameters, it means the answer is bad.”
Before he could respond, there was a thump.
Superman was standing on the nose of the invisible jet.
He tapped a knuckle on the glass, until Diana opened the hatch. “Hello!” she said cheerfully.
“What are you two doing here?” Clark asked.
“We’re on a date!” Diana said.
“We’re not on a date,” Batman said.
“If you’re not on a date, can you give me a ride?”
“You’re out of our way,” Batman said.
“Nah, just drop me off in Gotham,” Clark said, slipping inside the plane, awkwardly floating between the two front seats into the back.
“You don’t even need a ride,” Bruce said, having to fit himself as far as possible into the edge of his seat so that Clark would have room to get by. “You can fly.”
“Yeah, and you can walk, but I don’t see you giving up the Batmobile.” Clark made himself comfortable in the back seat as Diana closed up the plane. “I’m craving Dimitri’s.”
“You’re too sober for Dimitri’s,” Bruce said.
“I’m always sober. You’re lucky I can tell this wasn’t a real date, or I would be really creeped out by the whole spying on me thing.”
“Don’t tell Barry we know about your special thing,” Diana said, pulling the plane out of its hover to ascend. “I don’t want to ruin it for him.”
“I won’t,” Clark assured her. “Hey, you know where we should go while we’re here?”
“No,” said Bruce.
“Where?” asked Diana.
“No,” said Bruce.
Clark put a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “You can’t have come all the way to Florida just to see me,” he coaxed.
“I’m banned from Walmart, strongly discouraged from visiting Disney parks, and my parents are dead. I have no other reason to visit Florida.”
Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee
☆ warnings → … voyeurism + exhibitionism, dom!junghope, power play?, dirty talk!!!, jealousy, demeaning names during sex, the threesome, & probably other warnings byE
☆ word count → 10.4k
☆ summary →
you’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines – but you do. the problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions
↳ or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps
☆ a/n → okay…so… this is just porn, but if you squint, there’s kind of a plot. you should probably start with pt 1 if you haven’t already!! + shout out to the mutuals who encouraged the filth fest in this part esp @gxtsmxt@itsrainingmin !! we can have a prayer circle later to cleanse our souls + also tomorrow is my one month anniversary on tumblr :’)) thank you so much for all the love i’ve received this past month
Celebrating 17 Years of NASA’s ‘Little Earth Satellite That Could’
was little— the size of a small refrigerator; it was only supposed to last one
year and constructed and operated on a shoestring budget — yet it persisted.
After 17 years
of operation, more than 1,500 research papers generated and 180,000 images
captured, one of NASA’s pathfinder Earth satellites for testing new satellite
technologies and concepts comes to an end on March 30, 2017. The Earth
Observing-1 (EO-1) satellite will be powered off on that date but will not
enter Earth’s atmosphere until 2056.
Observing-1 satellite is like The Little
Engine That Could,” said Betsy Middleton, project scientist for the
satellite at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland.
the mission, we’re highlighting some of EO-1’s notable contributions to scientific research, spaceflight
advancements and society.
Scientists Learn More About
Earth in Fine Detail
This animation shifts
between an image showing flooding that occurred at the Arkansas and Mississippi
rivers on January 12, 2016, captured by ALI and the rivers at normal levels on
February 14, 2015 taken by the Operational Land Imager on Landsat 8. Credit:
NASA’s Earth Observatory
the Advanced Land Imager that improved observations of forest cover, crops,
coastal waters and small particles in the air known as aerosols. These
improvements allowed researchers to identify smaller features on a local scale
such as floods and landslides, which were especially useful for disaster
On the night of Sept. 6, 2014, EO-1’s Hyperion observed the ongoing eruption at Holuhraun, Iceland as shown in the above image. Partially covered by clouds, this scene shows the extent of the lava flows that had been erupting.
other key instrument Hyperion provided an even greater level of detail in
measuring the chemical constituents of Earth’s surface— akin to going from a black and white television
of the 1940s to the high-definition color televisions of today. Hyperion’s level of sophistication
doesn’t just show that plants are present, but can actually differentiate
between corn, sorghum and many other species and ecosystems. Scientists and
forest managers used these data, for instance, to explore remote terrain or to
take stock of smoke and other chemical constituents during volcanic eruptions,
and how they change through time.
Images of Disasters
EO-1 was one of
the first satellites to capture the scene after the World Trade Center attacks (pictured
above) and the flooding in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. EO-1 also
observed the toxic sludge in western Hungary in October 2010 and a large methane leak in southern
in October 2015. All
of these scenes, which EO-1 provided quick, high-quality satellite imagery of
the event, were covered in major news outlets. All of these scenes were also
captured because of user requests. EO-1 had the capability of being
user-driven, meaning the public could submit a request to the team for where
they wanted the satellite to gather data along its fixed orbits.
shows toxic sludge (red-orange streak) running west from an aluminum oxide
plant in western Hungary after a wall broke allowing the sludge to spill from
the factory on October 4, 2010. This image was taken by EO-1’s Advanced Land
Imager on October 9, 2010. Credit: NASA’s Earth Observatory
Enables More Efficient Satellite Collaboration
This image of volcanic activity
on Antarctica’s Mount Erebus on May 7, 2004 was taken by EO-1’s Advanced Land
Imager after sensing thermal emissions from the volcano. The satellite gave
itself new orders to take another image several hours later. Credit: Earth Observatory
EO-1 was among the
first satellites to be programmed with a form of artificial intelligence
software, allowing the satellite to make decisions based on the data it
collects. For instance, if a scientist
commanded EO-1 to take a picture of an erupting volcano, the software could
decide to automatically take a follow-up image the next time it passed
overhead. The Autonomous Sciencecraft Experiment software was developed by
NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California, and was uploaded to
EO-1 three years after it launched.
This image of
Nassau Bahamas was taken by EO-1’s Advanced Land Imager on Oct 8, 2016, shortly
after Hurricane Matthew hit. European, Japanese, Canadian, and Italian Space
Agency members of the international coalition Committee on Earth Observation
Satellites used their respective satellites to take images over the Caribbean
islands and the U.S. Southeast coastline during Hurricane Matthew. Images were
used to make flood maps in response to requests from disaster management
agencies in Haiti, Dominican Republic, St. Martin, Bahamas, and the U.S.
Federal Emergency Management Agency.
The artificial intelligence software also allows a group of
satellites and ground sensors to communicate and coordinate with one another
with no manual prompting. Called a “sensor web”,
if a satellite viewed an interesting scene, it could alert
other satellites on the network to collect data
during their passes over the same area. Together, they more quickly observe and
downlink data from the scene than waiting for human orders. NASA’s SensorWeb software reduces the wait time for data
from weeks to days or hours, which is especially helpful for emergency
Laying the Foundation for
shows the Rodeo-Chediski fire on July 7, 2002, that were taken one minute apart
by Landsat 7 (burned areas in red) and EO-1 (burned areas in purple). This
precision formation flying allowed EO-1 to directly compare the data and
performance from its land imager and the Landsat 7 ETM+. EO-1’s most important
technology goal was to test ALI for future Landsat satellites, which was
accomplished on Landsat 8. Credit: NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center
EO-1 was a pioneer in precision “formation flying” that kept it orbiting Earth exactly one minute behind the Landsat 7 satellite, already in orbit. Before EO-1, no satellite had flown that close to another satellite in the same orbit. EO-1 used formation flying to do a side-by-side comparison of its onboard ALI with Landsat 7’s operational imager to compare the products from the two imagers. Today, many satellites that measure different characteristics of Earth, including the five satellites in NASA’s A Train, are positioned within seconds to minutes of one another to make observations on the surface near-simultaneously.
Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it. Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff Word Count: 3,021
What do you think it'd be like if one of the Rogue One members had survived? How would that effect the original trilogy and how would they cope with everything?
Cassian didn’t talk, at first. There didn’t seem anything else to say.
Mothma came at some point. Cassian woke up and she was at his bedside, sitting ramrod-straight, so very tall and white, even moreso washed out by the lights of the medbay. (She made him think of the columns on Imenthe—natural salt deposits like spires, like teeth ringing the great and violent sea. He killed a man there, got blood on all that white, white salt. And afterward he had sat in the sand, watched the tide come in and wash it all away.
Mon Mothma always made him think of Imenthe.)
She was studying his face now, and Cassian raised his eyebrows at her. She smiled a little. “Ah, Captain. I—have spent the last half-hour trying to decide what I would say.”
She was quiet a moment, then the smile turned rueful. “I’m still not certain whether there is anything I could say.”
Cassian snorted, shut his eyes again. After a moment, he felt a very cool hand pressed to his forehead. “Cassian,” Mothma said, and there was something almost human in her voice, a thing like kindness. “Cassian, you saved us. How will we ever repay you?”
The meddroid had been very clear, he wasn’t supposed to move unassisted. Cassian risked it to turn his head away, screwing his eyes so tightly shut that he could see those little floating stars flare to life behind his eyelids.
Mothma drew her hand away.
He heard her stand, the chair scraping a little as she did. “Bodhi Rook was released from bacta suspension last night,” she said, and her voice was cool again, impersonal. “He is expected to make a full recovery. The technicians are still working to fully recover K-2SO’s backup, but…I believe this means you were more than just successful in your mission, Captain. You brought everyone home.
“I thought you might be interested to know,” Mothma added after a moment. Her boots made a sharp, clipped noise on the stone floor, and then she was gone.
Cassian went back to sleep.
(He only vaguely remembers what happened after Scarif. The adrenaline wore away quickly after Krennic was dead, and in its place came a rising pain, pain like the firestorm that engulfed Jedha. By the time they stumbled from the lifttube, Jyn was the only thing holding him upright; Jyn was telling him, cassian cassian c’mon, just a little farther, okay? just a little—it’ll be over soon, you can rest, I’ll let you rest, just—just—
But the rest is a scattered succession of images, half-memories: the sound of a ship’s engine overhead, and Jyn shouting here, we’re here!, a heavy weight on Cassian’s chest and screams he couldn’t make out (was that him screaming?) too much pain—he thinks he passed out once or twice; someone asking for his medical history and Cassian slurring, ask kaytoo, he keeps my records, before remembering—
I can’t feel my legs, he said at one point, he remembers that. Jyn’s face swimming into his vision, the red of blood streaked across her cheek. I can’t…that’s not good, is it, if I can’t…
Flickering lights, medical jargon he couldn’t understand. Someone saying spine, and spine again. (Every time he shut his eyes he could feel himself falling again, the whip-bang of the metal landing—) His spine again. Jyn’s voice, high and tight, saying yes, okay, yes. do whatever you have to.
When he woke up in the medbay on Yavin, he was alone.)
Cassian’s dreams were confused, a muddled haze of dead sentients clawing at his skin and his mother’s face—out of focus, distant and cold as a moon; he barely remembered enough of her to dream it anymore—and then suddenly, a cool pressure on his mind, rippling outwards. He was standing at the edge of a vast ocean, breathing in the cold tang of salt and the water.
It was quiet.
He exhaled, and then he was lying in the medbay, and the sound of waves beating against the shore was just the thrum of blood in his ears.