battery place



  • Dish soap
  • Laundry detergent
  • All-purpose cleaner
  • Hand soap
  • Broom
  • Mop
  • Wash cloths / rags
  • Vacuum
  • Dustpan
  • Lint roller
  • Sponges


  • Plates
  • Bowls
  • Spoons
  • Forks
  • Knives
  • Glasses
  • Mugs
  • Tongs
  • Spatula
  • Plastic wrap
  • Ziplock baggies
  • Garbage bags
  • Paper towel
  • Tupperware
  • Ice tray
  • Oven mitts
  • Potato peeler
  • Mixing bowls
  • Frying pan
  • Pot
  • Baking sheet
  • Whisk
  • Stirring spoons / ladels
  • Tea infuser ball
  • Measuring cups
  • Strainer
  • Cutting board
  • Coffee maker
  • Kettle
  • Toaster
  • Magnets
  • Dry erase markers
  • Sticky notes
  • Microwave
  • Wire sponge
  • Trash bin
  • Recycling bin
  • Rubber gloves
  • Silverware organizer
  • Measuring spoons
  • Aluminum foil
  • Wax paper
  • Can opener
  • Bottle opener
  • Containers for salt, sugar, flour, etc.


  • Sofa
  • Rocking chair (you know you want one)
  • Loveseat
  • Coasters
  • Blankets
  • Throw pillows
  • Coffee table
  • Book shelves
  • TV
  • TV stand
  • Floor lamp
  • End table
  • Stereo system / radio


  • Mattress
  • Box spring
  • Bedframe
  • Linens
  • Sheets
  • Comforter
  • Hangers
  • Laundry hamper
  • Trash bin
  • Curtains
  • Pillows
  • Pillow cases
  • Night table
  • Alarm clock
  • Lamp
  • Dresser
  • Coat rack
  • Desk / vanity
  • Comfy chairs


  • Dining table
  • Minimum of 2 chairs
  • Coasters
  • Placemat
  • Tablecloth
  • Tea lights /candles and candle holders


  • Face clothes
  • Towel
  • Soap bar
  • Body wash
  • Shampoo
  • Conditioner
  • Tissues
  • Toilet paper
  • Trash bin
  • Plunger
  • Toilet cleaner
  • Cold, flu, pain, and allergy meds
  • Hydrogen peroxide
  • Antibacterial ointment
  • First-Aid kit
  • Tweezers
  • Nail clippers
  • Band-aids
  • Shower rod
  • Shower curtain
  • Toothbrush
  • Toothpaste
  • Floss
  • Period products
  • Bathmat
  • Air freshener
  • Trash bin
  • Towel rod
  • Towels


  • Elastic bands
  • Stapler
  • Stables
  • Paper clips
  • Needles and thread
  • AA / AAA batteries
  • Light bulbs
  • Extension cords
  • Scotch tape
  • Duct tape
  • Shovel
  • Rake (if you have a yard)
  • Stain remover
  • Jar of courters for laundry mat
  • Screw drivers
  • Hammer
  • Nails
  • Sticky tack
  • Screws
  • Box cutter / X-acto
  • Pliers
  • Wrench
  • Pens
  • Paper
  • Pencils
  • Pencil sharpener
  • Eraser
  • Welcome matt
  • Shoe rack
  • Coat rack
  • Flashlight
  • Flashlight batteries
  • Watch batteries
  • Rechargeable batteries and charger
  • Safe place to discard dead batteries
  • Candles
  • Matches
  • Lighter
  • Mini travel fans
  • Real fans
  • Emergency Survival kit
  • Fire extinguisher
  • Landline phone
  • Window air conditioner
  • Carbon monoxide alarm
  • Fire alarm


  • Mustard
  • Ketchup
  • Mayo
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Baking soda
  • Flour
  • Eggs
  • Milk
  • Bread
  • Olive oil
  • Tea
  • Jam
  • Peanut-butter
  • Coffee grounds
  • Cereal
  • Rice
  • Pasta
  • Vegetable soup
  • Tomato sauce
  • Frozen vegetables
  • Crackers
  • Chickpeas / lentils
  • Apples
  • Oranges
  • Granola bars
  • Juice
  • Hot chocolate mix
  • Frozen meats

And since people are having a hard time figuring this out for themselves, let me just say: every single item on this list is OPTIONAL, just look for what you need personally and let others do the same.

🌟 After a long time of waiting, you came to me. After years of being alone, I can breathe again. The sight of you sparks thoughts I’ve never tried to have. Of living. Of a home. Of friends.


Who are you?

Good Daddy

Title: Good Daddy

Genre: Smut, daddy!kink, mature content

Characters: Namjoon x Reader

Length: 3249 words

A/n: No amount of holy water can cleanse my soul. I am a beacon of sin. I swear I’m not even a daddy kink kind of girl… I just think about this a lot…


Namjoon pushed you against the wall without warning, his long fingers digging into your arms harshly. His face came centimeters from yours, his breath coming out hot and panting on your temple.

You still weren’t used to this. The first time it had happened, more fear than lust had risen in you but once he got going, you couldn’t help but bask in his treatment. Now was no different, it started with fear that slowly melted into desire.

His hand was at your jaw pushing your face up to expose your neck to him. He licked a thick strip of it up from your clavicle, ending with a bite at your ear. You whimpered at the attention, your panties beginning to stick to your skin.

“You’re eager today baby.” His voice was low in your ear and it sent shivers down your spine that melted into your core, leaving you throbbing and desperate for friction. He pushed your jaw up harshly when you didn’t answer.

“Yes-s daddy.”

“Tell me baby girl, what do you want daddy to do?”

His grip on your jaw slacked but only slightly as you felt the bruises forming under his fingertips. He brought his mouth right below your ear, sucking at the tender skin with an open mouth, his tongue painting over your skin. You withered beneath his hold, his body towering over you and closing you in, that with the combination of his tongue’s soft rhythm had you soaking and dying to be touched.

“Come on baby. If you don’t answer me I’m going to have to punish you.”

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This is an easy one to try at home with the #kids: make your own homopolar motor. It is driven by the Lorentz force - the force which is exerted by a magnetic field on a moving electric charge. When a battery is placed on top of a magnet, and a wire then connects the top of the battery back down to the magnet, the circuit is complete.

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Glitch In The Matrix Stories #23

I Had A Month Or Two Where Weird Things Kept Happening To Me

For about a month or two, inexplicable things kept happening to me. It was like I had a guardian angel who was helping me with small, trivial inconveniences. Here are 3 things that occurred that really stood out:

First: In band camp, we stayed in dorms that had our own bedrooms. The doors of these bedrooms locked automatically when you left the room, so it was important that you had your key with you at all times. I specifically know that my door was always locked after I would exit the door and close it, because often I would forget something in my room and turn around and (forgetting that it was locked) try to open it and be unable to. 

One day I was running late to one of the practices. I left my room and closed the door and realized I left the key to the room on my bed. Shit, I was locked out. Or so I thought. I then tried to open the door anyway, and for some odd reason, it did open. Not sure how the door managed to malfunction just when I needed it to. I then grabbed the key and closed the door again, tried to open it, and it was locked like it should be.

Second: One night, I had a bunch of acne creams on my face and had nothing to hold my hair back as I slept. I did not want stray hairs around my face to get in the acne medication, but I did not want to use a head band to keep my hair back because then there would be a crease in my hair when I woke up. I remember thinking that bobby pins would do the trick. I often needed bobby pins and looked for them a lot, but could never find a single one because I hadn’t bought any in a year or two. 

That night I decided to look around my room to see if I could find any anyway. I opened my drawer in my vanity and I found 10 bright yellow bobby pins. Immediately I was weirded out because I had no idea where they came from. It was a drawer I used a lot, and I had never seen them in there before. Also, who owns bright YELLOW bobby pins? Blonde makes sense, but these were yellow. I then put them all in my hair and went to sleep. 

The next morning I took them out and put them on a tray on my vanity so I could use them the next night. That night when I returned to my room and reached for them, they were gone. I haven’t seen them since.

Third: My best friend and I like to paint walls. I was at his house one day and we were sitting on the ground with open cans of paint all around us, planning our mural for the day. At one point he took a small paint brush, dipped it into a can or grey paint, and then realizing he did not need it, tossed it into a paint tray on the ground. The paint brush ended up going a little too far, and skipped the tray and landed on my jeans. It actually landed on my jeans twice, so there was a stain of wet paint on both legs of my jeans. 

I pretended to yell at my friend because they were my only pair of jeans, though I didn’t really care much. We talked about it for a minute or two and then moved on. About 15 minutes later I looked back down at my jeans. There was absolutely no paint anywhere. Not a single trace. Not even a faint stain on either leg.

Credits to: prepperproni

I Had An Unexplained “Result” With An Electronics Experiment In 1997

I’m currently graduating with an electronics-related degree, with a lot of knowledge in electronic circuits and how electronic components work. However one experiment I did almost two decades ago still eludes me to this day.

When I was a lot younger and had a lot more free time, I used to build electric model cars. They aren’t the fancy remote control ones, just basic motors and batteries to make them move forwards or in circles. Electric motors can only spin when both wires are connected properly to a power source, since a complete circuit with proper connections are required for any electronic component to work.

Well, one November in 1997, I was trying to win an electric car drag race with a few friends. I decided to use four motors in parallel. My idea was to put one motor on each wheel.

To try if a single D-cell can power four tape deck motors, I connected four motors together and then connected my D-cell battery. The four motors, placed close to each other, started spinning up and reaching maximum speed with no issue.

Totally normal. Or so I thought.

I clearly observed Motor #3 spinning at top speed with one of it’s bright yellow wires clearly disconnected. This is impossible, Motor #3 should be stopped. But it’s clearly spinning at top speed.

In shock, and in awe, I just had to get my giant Sony Handicam to record this phenomenon. After digging for 5 minutes for a blank 8mm Cassette, I attempted to reproduce the condition fruitlessly for three hours. Motor #3 behaved normally and would not spin up with the same conditions as before (one wire disconnected). Unfortunately, I gave up on attempting to reproduce and just went ahead as normal.

To this day I have no explanation of how one motor was able to operate in an open circuit. One of my theories was I had the four motors clustered together, and somehow the changing magnetic fields of Motors 1, 2 and 4 were able to somehow induce an electric current to the Rotor of Motor #3. However I must have tried millions of positions, moving and positioning each motor in specific places. None of it worked.

To this day I was unable to reproduce the “Wireless Motor Effect” (as I called it in my notes) of November 1997. I think I just encountered a momentary glitch with the matrix.

Credits to: HyperionTypeX2B

Was I In Two Places At Once Or Just Dreaming?

Full disclaimer: This happened after I had been awake for over 20 hours, and previously only sleeping about 3 hours. I am definitely not a reliable narrator here, but there’s still enough of a “That was weird?” to make me wonder and share.

As I said, I was completely exhausted. It was a bit after 8PM last night, and we had just gotten the kids to bed. My wife was running to the grocery store to pick up a few things, and I trying to decide if I wanted to turn in for the night, or try to stay up a bit longer to check out the Olympics opening ceremony. I was debating this while lying on the bed, which of course means I fell asleep.

A bit later, I woke to some commotion downstairs I went down to the kitchen to find my wife putting groceries away. She asked if I was going to bed, and slightly perturbed, I replied with something to the effect of I was sleeping but her being so loud putting groceries away woke me back up, so I might as well stay up at that point. She was confused and asked what I meant - I was coming down the steps to the living room as she came back in the front door from the grocery store, and even asked if she needed any help putting the groceries away.

Credits to: jmritenour


Approximately 3 years ago I was walking to bed one night and it was pretty late and pitch black in the house. I get to my opened bedroom door and try to get in (I was going to bed). I say that I was trying to get in, because something rather large was blocking the doorway. The way it was blocking it was from inside the door frame- which means if someone did put it there, they’d be in the room as well because it would have been impossible to get out of the room with it in the door frame. 

Immediately I thought it was a mattress from the bed, because it had the right feel to it and the right size, just about. I kept pushing against it, to no avail. It wouldn’t budge. My daughter was asleep in her room, my boyfriend was in the living room. I ran back to the living room scared to death freaking out. The way my house is was living room, kitchen, hallway a bedroom on the right (my daughter’s) our bedroom at the end of the hallway. The bathroom was next to my daughters room in between her room and ours. So it’s a straight shot and nobody can walk down the hallway without making noise (very creaky floor) and I was just sitting on the couch trying to calm myself down. This took about 30 seconds and there were no sounds of anyone walking in the hall. 

I walked into the hallway and turned on the hall light this time. I could see nothing blocking the doorway of the room. I went in and the bed was still made, not messed up like it’d be if someone did that as a gag and 30 seconds is not long enough to put a mattress back and make a bed like that. Still creeps me out whenever I think about it.

Weirder yet: A week before that, I had moved the bed- guess where the mattress was put while I did that? Yes, against the door frame stood up. But it was broad daylight. Somehow I think I had a time/space overlap from a week prior to that night.

Credits to: falling_into_fate

The Game Plan

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (female specificed - IM SORRY I FORGOT TO MAKE IT GENDER NEUTRAL)

Genre: flufffff

Prompt: “You’ve betrayed me”

A/N: Helloooooo everyone! I’m back at it again with another scenario!! Sorry if they don’t seem like they’re realistic enough – I’m still new to this haha. BTW this lowkey sucks but maybe you’ll enjoy it?? At least, I hope you do!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU HAVE A REQUEST, ASK ME. I desperately need things to write about, so if you like my writing style, please leave me a request. I’ll write basically anything other than smut bc I honestly have no idea how to write that lol

      Your phone screen lit up, and his name appeared in bold letters right above the new text message he’d sent you. You discretely looked around the lecture hall and then hid your phone under the table to reply, stealing glances around the room, trying not to get caught with your phone out during class.

     “Yo, you still coming over tonight for game night with the boys?”

      You smiled, having almost forgotten that today was Friday, the one day where you could get together with your boyfriend and some of your friends to kick back and relax. After such a taxing and stressful week at college, you were definitely excited to go someplace other than your dorm room and do something other than homework. Sure, essays were tremendously fun and exhilarating, but hanging out with some of the people you cared about most had to be even better.

      “Yep, I’ll be there with pizza at 7. See you then, Kookie! Love ya J “, you replied, grinning widely to yourself. You almost didn’t notice the dead silence in the classroom until you suddenly felt very hot. Looking up, you felt everyone’s gaze on you, and you made direct eye contact with your professor, realizing you’d been caught red handed.

      “Ms. Y/L/N, care to rejoin the conversation?” your professor asked sarcastically, gaining a few chuckles from your classmates and causing your cheeks to blossom into a light shade of pink as she then continued on with her lecture. Sliding your phone into your bag, you tried to refocus your attention on the symbolism behind whatever object your professor was ranting on about, but your excitement caused your thoughts to shift to your plans for that night.

      You juggled the pizza boxes in your hand as you reached for the doorbell, struggling to press the button. Before you could, though, the door swung open and the pizza was swiftly taken from your arms as you were ushered inside. Jin had grabbed the boxes and set them down at the kitchen counter, opening one, taking a slice, and putting it on a paper plate. The boys greeted you enthusiastically, and you smiled at their child-like mannerisms.

     “Y/N!! You brought food!!” Tae exclaimed as he engulfed you in a quick hug before heading straight for the kitchen.

     “I’m happy you could make it!! Let’s play Mario Kart!” Hoseok said, greeting you quickly before disappearing to finish setting the game up.

     “Hey, I just got here! Slow down, save some for me Tae, and I swear, if I lose one more video game to you guys, I’m leaving,” you said, chuckling. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin were grabbing snacks before trekking back to the living room to set up camp in front of the TV. Jin was getting drinks from the refrigerator, and Tae was stacking yet ANOTHER piece of pizza onto his plate. Surprisingly, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend yet. Usually, he was the first one to greet you when you walked in the door. Before you could go look for him, though, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and he plled you close to him, lightly breathing into your ear, and sending shivers down your spine.

    “You ready to lose at Mario Kart? This champion can’t be stopped,” Jungkook teased, nudging your head with his own, obviously waiting for a heated reaction.

    “We’ll see. The king just may be dethroned tonight,” You replied, slipping from his grasp and looking back at him with a wicked smile on your face.

     He has no idea what’s coming! You thought to yourself, pleased. You, Jimin, and Hoseok had planned for tonight, and you guys were determined to wipe the smug look off of Jungkook’s face after he beat you all in every round played.

      You glanced over at Jimin, who subtly nodded and handed you a remote, before quickly grabbing Jungkook’s favored one and replacing the batteries. The plan was simple, really – remove the full batteries from the remote and replace them with halfway charged ones, so that the remote would die and FINALLY, someone else besides Jungkook would have the honor of being the victor.

      After grabbing a slice of pizza, you all kicked back on the couch, and the games began. Hoseok signaled at you to overtake him and Jimin on the track, and it wasn’t difficult since they were practically giving you second place. It was about then that Jungkook’s remote started to lose steam, so to speak, and he threw worried glances at the track on the screen upon realizing that you were gaining on him. You sat forward in your seat, licking your lips, anticipation building as you and Jungkook reached the final lap of the final race, neck and neck, heading for what could be a photo-finish.

      It was then that his remote battery died.

      He let out a wail as his remote disconnected, and you zoomed past him to finish in first, elevating your overall rank to second, and dropping him to third. You had finally beat the master competitor, the king among racers, Jeon Jungkook.

      Hoseok and Jimin jumped up, grabbed your hands, and celebrated as Jungkook looked on, suspicious and slightly irritated. Your celebrations slowly died out as you all avoided eye contact, his glare freezing you to your places.

      “What did you do?” He asked coldly, holding up his remote and gesturing at it. Jin and Namjoon excused themselves to the kitchen, knowing how seriously their maknae took competitions, and wanting to avoid any possible fallout over this sudden loss.

      “Well…” Jimin said, eyes darting between you and Hoseok, desperately thinking of a way around it. He knew that Jungkook wouldn’t be satisfied until he had beaten you guys at at least ten more games, and none of you could think of a way out of that situation. If it were up to Jungkook, you’d be up all night continuously losing just so he could prove who the real champion is.

     “C’mon, Kookie! It’s just one loss. You beat everyone else every other time!” You said cheerfully as you poked him in the arm playfully. His gaze turned to you, hurt.

    “My own girlfriend’s in on this? You’ve betrayed me, Y/N!” He said as he grabbed at his chest, his hand resting over his heart, and you rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

     “Jungkook, we know you’re the champion. You’re the best Mario Kart player, like ever. We just wanted to teach you a lesson, because you were getting too cocky,” You said, pinching his cheek as he swatted you away, slowly losing his grip on his act. He couldn’t help but grin at how cute you looked as you cooed over him, babying him to try and ease the effect of his loss on his ego.

     “That’s it! No more kisses for you until I win a game,” Jungkook threatened. He watched as your eyes widened with shock. You quickly turned to Hoseok and Jimin with an outstretched palm, wiggling your fingers expectantly. Jimin grumbled but begrudgingly obliged to your silent request and grabbed the remote you had used, took out the batteries, and placed them in the palm of your hand. You swiftly turned back to Jungkook who was biting his lip in an attempt to suppress his laughter at your sudden urgency as you pressed the batteries into his hand with two words.

      “Win. Now.”

       He grinned at you, then fixed Jimin and Hoseok with a challenge in his eyes. “You heard her. Sorry, hyungs, but I have to cream you now.”

     “You’re on,” Jimin and Hoseok replied in unison, determination in their eyes, and you all gathered around the TV again, rejoined by Jin and Namjoon, in order to begin a new round.

     You made sure to sit next to Jungkook this time, and stared at him expectantly after he won first place, waiting for your rightfully deserved kiss. He leaned in close and gave you a light peck, earning a groan from his friends, and a small smile from you.

     The rest of the night was spent laughing, throwing food, playing games, and enjoying your youth with no worry of the future. And as you listened to your friends’ laughter and gazed at your boyfriend’s bright and smiling face, you realized that you wouldn’t have it any other way.


Nissan Navara EnGuard Emergency Rescue Concept

Nissan has unveiled an all-new vehicle at the 2016 Hannover Motor Show. The Nissan Navara EnGuard Concept is a durable and tough all-terrain pick-up, designed to operate as a life-saving rescue platform in some of the world’s most harsh and extreme environments.

When docked in place the battery packs are constantly in ‘charge’ mode, using power generated by the vehicle’s 2.3-liter 190PS twin-turbo diesel engine to ensure they’re ready for emergency use when required. Each is a 2kW unit and utilizes seven Nissan EV battery modules inside a weather-proof housing.

New, long-lasting flow battery could run for more than a decade with minimum upkeep

Researchers from the Harvard John A. Paulson School of Engineering and Applied Sciences (SEAS) have developed a new flow battery that stores energy in organic molecules dissolved in neutral pH water. This new chemistry allows for a non-toxic, non-corrosive battery with an exceptionally long lifetime and offers the potential to significantly decrease the costs of production.

The research, published in ACS Energy Letters, was led by Michael Aziz, the Gene and Tracy Sykes Professor of Materials and Energy Technologies and Roy Gordon, the Thomas Dudley Cabot Professor of Chemistry and Professor of Materials Science.

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This is a homopolar motor.

It’s really easy to experiment with at home. It is driven by the Lorentz force - the force which is exerted by a magnetic field on a moving electric charge. When a battery is placed on top of a magnet, and a wire then connects the top of the battery back down to the magnet, the circuit is complete.

Students in our Summer Schools were making these the other day. This one won the ‘most creative design’ competition <3

The Desecrator Class Battleship is a Chaos affiliated starship. First encountered during the Gothic War, this new class of Chaos Battleship represented the first newly encountered Chaos vessel recorded by the Imperium in millennia. It is believed that the Desecrator is a modified version of the Desolator Class Battleship, modified by removing the forward Lance batteries in place of attack craft hangers and the addition of Weapons Battery turrets to the dorsal spine.

Sporadic reports of a Desecrator battleships conducting raids throughout Segmentum Obscurus have persisted in the years since the Gothic War. One such raid against the Imperial Navy base of Junta IV resulted in the boarding and capture of three Imperial escort vessels.

Bite Me (Part 11)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (…a pairing is approaching…)

Warnings: none

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,325

A/N: This is the eleventh installment in my first ever fanfic series. It’s a baby chapter, but we get to see some nice Winchester dialogue (in my opinion, at least). Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch for being my letter checker! <3 you, babe ;) These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

Read (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)

It was two years before I crossed paths with another hunter. He came into the coffee shop and I pegged him immediately for what he was. It was the anti-possession tattoo sneaking out from beneath the fabric of his unbuttoned shirt, the smell that only comes from days on the road, and his alert eyes taking in every detail of the room and its inhabitants. I knew right away.

He ordered a coffee, black, and sat at the table closest to the door. I took him his drink, trying to calm the tension rising in my body, and slid into the chair across from him. Arlo quickly rose from his spot on the floor behind the counter and trotted over to sit protectively by my side. I felt his wet nose nudge against my clenched fist and I forced myself to breathe, scratching his head to help my mind focus.

The man looked at me with calculating eyes; surprised, but unfazed. “Can I help you?” His voice was deep and smooth. His calloused hands wrapped around his mug for the warmth, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Why are you in town?” I’d always been one to be direct.

He quirked an eyebrow, “Right now I’m here for the coffee.”

“No, why is a hunter in town?”

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“A work of art.”
[battery day]

a special shoutout to @victoriel, a kind soul who has given so sooo much to a lot of fandoms, including daiya. Happy belated bday vic!!

Another Voltron Theory

You know how when you turn your car off without putting it in park, it’ll stall out and you get stuck? Or, obviously, if you were to just yank the battery out of a car, it’s going to stop working?

At the end of “Blackout”, we see Black lying on her side, unresponsive. From what we’ve seen thus far in the show, when a paladin leaves their respective lion, the lion is left sitting upright with the particle barrier activated, unless their paladin is close by or the lion is down for the count. As far as we know, the latter may be the case in Black’s situation, especially considering the battle they just completed. Taking that into account, she should be back up and running by season three, much like she recovered in S2E1.


If we go with the paladins as batteries theory that @sassafrassrex, @velkynkarma, @bosstoaster, @thehouseofthebrave, and @ashinan in particular came up with, it would make sense why the Black Lion was unresponsive. Her “battery” was yanked out of her/vanished before the connection between her and Shiro was properly disengaged, so she stalled.

So the question: Will Keith be able to restart Black without her original “key” or battery, aka Shiro, remaking the connection and finishing the sequence? Or will she be out of commission until Shiro returns?  Does it matter which “battery” is in place for her to function, regardless of how she was disconnected from the previous battery?


StrexPet Curse

“Daniel and I and the whole StrexCorp management team got you that StrexPet, because we know you love animals so much!”


Need to quietly and underhandedly bring about someone’s ruin give someone the gift of an everlasting and friendly companion? StrexCorp Synernists Inc has just the thing for you!

You Will Need:

  • A mechanical pet of some sort. A FurReal Friend or Furby is best, but even a small motorized pet toy will work. Just make sure it is cute and unassuming
  • A red sharpie

Take whatever cute companion you have chosen to destroy befriend your target and open the battery hatch. Remove the batteries, or, if it did not come with batteries, obtain some. Hold them in your left hand in the reverse position they would be in when correctly placed in the pet (positive and negative sides reversed). Next, take the sharpie and draw the following symbol on the inside of the open battery hatch, or wherever on the hatch it may fit.

Holding the batteries tightly, focus on your target and visualize their demise enjoyment with a smile! And don’t forget to chant the StrexCorp slogan:

Look around you: Strex.
Look inside you: Strex.
Go to sleep: Strex.
Believe in a smiling god.
StrexCorp. It is everything.

When you have sufficiently charged the batteries, place them correctly inside the pet and gift it to your target with the most sincere apology/warm wishes/sympathy you can! Kill them with kindness, I always say!

And remember: Hard work is good work in the eyes of the Smiling God! Never stop working!

Ever. :)

How J-hope would react to sex toys

In hindsight, this was not a good idea.

As you sit in the restaurant you can feel your eyes start to glaze over and your toes begin to curl in your shoes. You reach a shaky hand out to grab your glass of water but a spike of pleasure pushes suddenly through your body. Your fingers twitch involuntarily, sending the water glass tethering.

“Oops,” you mutter, as water sloshes over the sides.

“Hey,” your friend says next to you, reaching out to squeeze your arm. “Are you all right? Is it still that headache?”

On the other side of you, J-Hope exchanges a concerned look with her.

“Must be,” he says sympathetically, reaching out to squeeze your knee. Abruptly the pressure in your core ends and you try not to slump down into your chair in relief.

You grab your glass of water and sip it unsteadily, turning to glare at J-Hope over the rim. He gives you a wide smile in return and your heart betrays you by skipping a beat.

He reaches out to stroke your hair. “Don’t worry,” he says sweetly. “I’ll make sure you feel better when we get home.”

The small device nestled deep inside you suddenly starts to vibrate a pulsating rhythm again and you close your eyes, trying not to moan. You want to move your hips and grind into it and J-Hope’s hand on your leg is not easing the situation at all. You open your eyes and take a steady breath. J-Hope is watching you with a look of such thinly-veiled tension that you have to stop yourself from putting your hand on his and guiding it up your skirt.

Why had you agreed to use that stupid toy? You had bought it for yourself a few months ago, not long before you had met him. You had been intrigued at the thought of the tiny, remote controlled vibrator secretly buzzing inside you. But all thoughts of the toy had vanished from your mind as soon as J-Hope had come crashing into your life.

It was only earlier in the day, while cleaning out your cupboard, that you’d found the toy again.

“Here,” you’d said, chucking the package on the bed where J-Hope had been lying, watching you go through your things. “A gift for you.”

So far you’d gifted him a sock without its partner, a bra with the underwire sticking out and a stuffed animal missing an eye.

For every item that you had thrown at him he had said, “I’ll treasure this for ever,” and had tucked it safely under his arm.

“You know what?” J-Hope had said, picking the package up absently. “I will treasure this for…” his eye had fallen on the contents of the package and he had trailed off. “Ever,” he’d murmured, studying its contents with a raised eyebrow.

“Babe,” he had said, opening the package. “What is this?”

“It’s a vibrator,” you’d responded, standing up to pack your neatly folded clothes away.

“It’s got a remote,” J-Hope had pointed out. “And a string attached to it.”

“Yeah,” you had replied, packing the last of your things away and moving to sit on the bed next to him. You had reached for the vibrator and the remote and dug the batteries out of the package. “You’re supposed to put it in and then control the vibrations with the remote. It’s meant to be a secret so you can get your rocks off anywhere without anyone knowing.”

You had snapped the batteries in place and handed him the remote. “Give it a try.”

The vibrator began to buzz softly in your hand. “And you can change the intensity,” you’d said, pressing it into his hand. He had stared down at it in amazement, scrolling through the vibration settings with a look of wonder on his face.

“And you never used it?” he had asked.

“Nah,” you had said, stretching out on the bed next to him. “I got it a few days before I met you and we all know how that turned out.”

J-Hope had switched the vibrator off with a wide grin. “Yes, we do,” he’d said, rolling on top of you.

“Babe,” he had said, dotting small kisses on your face. “I have a great idea.”

“Tell me,” you’d said, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of his soft mouth on your skin.

“Why don’t we use it now?” he had punctuated every word by moving his head to nibble gently on your ears.

“Now?” you had breathed. “We have that lunch thing to go to in an hour.”

J-Hope had pushed his mouth against yours, his tongue dancing past your lips. The way his tongue moved in your mouth caused your core to clench almost painfully.

“Exactly,” he’d whispered into your mouth. The lazy way J-Hope’s tongue moved caused every rational thought you had to fizzle from your mind.

“Okay,” you’d said, dazed.

“Okay,” he’d replied giving you one last kiss before sliding down your body. He’d pulled your pants down and leaned forward to nestle his face between your legs. “Let me just make sure you’re ready to… accommodate… it,” he’d said, his breath tickling your inner thigh.

Originally posted by hoseok666

Masterpost: How BTS would react to sex toys 

Anywhere but Here


8) You and your bias get stuck in an elevator.

15) Your bias tricks you into giving them a kiss

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: Got7’s JB x Y/N

Type: Fluff

“Floor?” I asked, without looking up from my phone as the elevator stopped on yet another level of the building.

“Eleven,” came the short reply from the owner of the deep voice only a few feet from me. I looked up from my phone and pounded the button, shooting a short glance his way when I froze.

Im Jaebum was casually playing with his phone without looking up either. I looked away quickly and stole another glance from my side view. I had only ever met JB on one other occasion, and that was when his managers had a shortage in staff for a music video filming. I hid in the marketing department of JYP, so I didn’t get much interaction with the idols. For their last music video though, they rounded up a group of office personnel to help with handing out waters and dabbing a bit of sweat.

And man, had there never been a happier day than when I was Jaebum’s personal sweat dabber.

I looked back to my phone and tried to breath normally. When you were in the presence of something this beautiful it had a profound effect on you. He looks amazing on television and broadcasts, but when you’re facing him in person, it doesn’t even compare.

“How’s your day going?” I tried quietly.

JB continued to scroll on his phone screen. “Dismal,” he muttered. He looked up at me, then back at his screen, only to double take at my face again. I turned slowly toward him and tilted my head.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Do I know you? I mean obviously you work here, but you look familiar?”

“Oh yeah, I worked on the Fly video, I was your-“ I tried to select my words carefully as “professional sweat eliminator” didn’t sound as good verbally as it did in my own head.

Before I could finish my sentence, the lights in the elevator began to flicker and eventually turn off. Our movement had halted and the elevator shook, the emergency lights springing on. I squeaked in surprise as the elevator shook, causing me to lose my footing and sliding me directly into JB’s arms. He looked into my eyes carefully.

“What’s going on?” I asked, panic filling my voice. I inhaled sharply and began backing out of his arms.

“The elevator is stuck,” he grumbled, taking the few steps over to the panel and jabbing harshly at the “emergency call” button. After a few moments of no response he sighed, hitting the wall lightly with his fist.

“Well that’s good,” I sighed, sliding my back against the wall and landing on the floor with a thud.

JB picked up his phone and dialed quickly. “Manager hyung,” he groaned. “Yeah, yeah, I’m in the elevator. It’s stuck. I think we were somewhere around floor 5 or 6? Mhm. Yeah, Y/N from Marketing is with me.”

My head snapped up immediately and I subconsciously began to search my body for any visible nametags or traces of my name. To my surprise, I couldn’t find any. He knew my name offhand all on his own. So much for him playing coy and asking me where he knew me from.

“Mhm,” he nodded. “Okay, yeah, yeah, thank you hyung.”

“Not to detract from the situation,” I said, speaking slowly. “But I’m curious, how do you know my name?”

“Oh I’ve seen you around,” JB nodded, avoiding eye contact. His story changed pretty quickly. He slid down the wall on the opposite side of the elevator and sat as well. “Might as well get comfortable. Hyung said it might be awhile.”

I looked to my phone as a new panic set in. I only had about ten percent battery life left. I placed my phone on the floor and tilted my head back to hit the wall, groaning audibly.

“I’m on seven percent,” JB sighed, reading my mind as he sat his phone down as well. He looked up to the ceiling and then back to me.

 “How long have you been with the company?” JB asked, trying to produce some kind of small talk.

“Two years,” I nodded. “I guess you’ve been here longer.”

He chuckled, bringing his hand up and through his hair. “A bit, yeah.”

After a moment of silence, a shy smile spread on his face. “So why didn’t you become a trainee?”

I hiccupped a laugh. “Like I could even begin to sing or dance.”

“It doesn’t have to be that,” JB said, shaking his head. “It’s an entertainment company. JYP hosts actors and models as well.”

I lifted my eyebrows. Me? An actor or model?

“You’re pretty enough,” he smiled, his eyes becoming crescents.

I felt heat begin to spread into my cheeks. Maybe when the elevator had gone out it had shaken more than I thought and I passed out. This was all some weird, lucid, unconscious fantasy.

“Thank you,” I said quietly. JB nodded again.

“I’m not going to lie,” he continued. “When I met you, the day on the ‘Fly’ set, you caught my attention.”

“Did I really wipe away your sweat that passionately?” I laughed. “To gain a reputation with you?”

“Oh, you were by far the best sweat wiper I had ever had,” he chuckled. “You left quite the impression…so much so that I’ve gone up to Marketing three times since then to talk to you.”

It felt like my heart had stopped. I furrowed my eyebrows and waited for him to explain why he had visited three times, yet I had never seen him. Not even once.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he sighed. “And yes, I was too much of a coward to actually say anything.”

I smiled, looking down at my hands in my lap. This was definitely a lucid dream.  

The elevator began to creak ominously as it began to tilt. I closed my eyes tightly, bracing for the worst. After a few moments, the creaking stopped and I opened my eyes to see JB had moved to my side.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern coating his face.

I nodded weakly, trying not to vomit from all of the nerves rotating in my stomach. I could feel myself beginning to breath heavier, a possible panic attack setting in.

JB eased his legs around and sat criss-cross style in front of me. His eyes never left mine.

“You need to get your mind out of this space,” he continued quietly. “I don’t want you to hyperventilate.”

I nodded, still trying to focus on my breathing. This is not the way I imagined I’d be having my very first real conversation with JB.

“Picture you’re on the beach,” JB said with a gentle smile.

“I don’t like sand,” I grumbled.

“Okay,” JB sighed. “Picture you’re at a restaurant.”

I could get on board with that one.

I nodded, closing my eyes and trying to breath slowly.

“They brought you a wonderful dessert. Something coated in chocolate,” he continued. I nodded again.

“But it’s still warm, so you bring your lips together to blow on it to cool it down,” he said quietly. Subconsciously my lips came together and I blew slowly into the space before me.

After a few seconds, I had noticed that JB had stopped his “anywhere but here” sequence. I opened one of my eyes to see his face slowly approaching mine, eyes shut and lips puckered out as well. Before I could react, his lips met mine, soft and gentle, before pulling away again.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, opening his eyes. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Jaebum,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “That worked a hell of a lot better to get my mind out of this elevator.”

He grinned mischievously, holding my face in his hands, and leaning forward again. “Well, manager hyung did say this may take some time…”

Originally posted by jaebeom-s