but this also seemed like a useful gif to have

As countless anime have shown us, there’s no problem that a giant battlemech cannot solve (with the help of a screamy tween pilot, that is). Finally, reality catches up to anime – and not just in the field of upskirt technology: Meet the Kuratas, a real-life Japanese mech-suit.

The four-and-a-half ton, 13-foot Kuratas runs on gasoline, and is controlled through a combination of high-tech touchscreens and a delightfully retro joystick. No matter how cool it looks, or how effective the system might be, you know you would’ve been disappointed if it didn’t have a joystick. For those of you with no soul, however, it can also be controlled remotely via a cellphone attachment. Oh, and it does come equipped with weapons like rocket launchers and mini-guns.

With fake ammo, obviously.

The Kuratas also comes with the most ominous feature ever: the Smile Trigger, which is exactly what it sounds like – when the pilot grins, the mecha unleashes 6000 rounds per minute of bullet-shaped retribution. Tell us that’s not designed specifically to court supervillains.

6 Real Inventions That Would Seem Over The Top In A Movie

Hello and welcome the first (annual? biannual?) Sanvers Big Bang! For those of you who don’t know, a Big Bang is a longfic challenge in which fandom authors will write a fanfiction, and match up with artists who will create something inspired by their work. But don’t worry, we’re not asking people to write an entire novel; the minimum word count for this challenge is only 10k! And if you aren’t good with a pencil (or a tablet), there are other ways to be an artist. Here are the links you’ll need to read before signing up to be an author or an artist: FAQ, TIMELINE

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Finnrey + Movement (gif by @reysthetic​, full gifset here)

One of the things I love about Finn and Rey is how they move together, in synch. They have a few rough goes when they first meet (“stop taking my hand!”) but as soon as they click, they orbit each other in such a cool way.

I used to dance 5 nights a week (waltz, tango, etc) and I had a dance partner named James. We lived and danced together, and we became so comfortable in each others spaces that we could move effortlessly around each other, even when we weren’t dancing. We read each other’s cues, and reacted without conscious thought.

That kind of kinesthetic connection was beautiful, but it took us months of dancing together to achieve the level of intuitive interaction that Finn and Rey share from the start.

Finn and Rey resurrect a ship that hasn’t flown in years, and then work together to escape a military ambush against all odds. Rey lines up the shots, Finn takes them, and together they escape the most powerful regime in the galaxy.

Afterwards, in the Falcon, they circle each other, exuding joy and sharing in the rush of escape. (Their faces after they escape just bring me so much happiness.)

After that - and this might seem like a weird detail, but it’s one I always notice - they climb in and out of the falcon’s cargo hold, and they do it effortlessly. It’s a tiny space that barely fits them both, but after knowing each other for all of 10 minutes, they do it as one.

To be fair, they also have moments where Finn uses Rey’s forehead for balance (so, you know, less elegant) but that’s part of being comfortable in each other’s space as well. They go from strangers to comfort level, “Hey what’s up loser” in 5 seconds flat and I love that.

tl;dr Finn and Rey’s kinesthetic connection is amazing. They move together as smoothly as dancers, and as soon as they find their rhythm, they’re unstoppable.

“Atheistic Science to Witchcraft’s, Magick”

Atheism is the lack of belief in hailing unproven supernatural entities and the disregard of higher beings created by organized religious groups. With a better understanding shown through examination, studies, and tests we all call, Science! Whether it be physical, psychological, or sociological. The biggest summarization for atheism is: FACTS! Without fact, it is only questionable and unsupported!

Atheists do not assume every question in life has been answered, but can be, through growing progression of science, which has in fact, advanced society in every possible way for the better and has helped unify civilization for the past couple hundred years.

If one presently walked on the oceans and changed my Dasani into wine, that’s proof. Someone saying it happened thousands of years ago with nothing to support or back it up, doesn’t make it fact. Fact is important to realistic ideals of Atheists.

Witchcraft broadly means the practice of, and belief, in the skills of magick. Not to be confused with the Illusionary art and enjoyable entertainment, provided by Chris Angel and other magicians. These practises have existed since the beginning of humanity’s advantages taken for uses of medicine, for centuries. This is the use of rituals, symbolism, gestures, and language believed to manipulate universal or natural forces. Most consider this to be used for a sense of personal and spiritual growth. Witchcraft is a complex and general concept that varies culturally and societally. A major function of this practice is the acknowledgment and general understanding of nature, and compounds of it that are used.

Both, atheism and Witchcraft, have something in common: Science.

While many forms of Witchcraft have been practiced in the name of many spirits among cultures, I will not be going over this. Through the empathy of people who rely strictly on facts, I will be breaking down general aspects scientifically.

Herbology: Medicinal practices are very commonly known in the practices of Witchcraft. Herbs can be studied and are implemented for healing sickneses, symptoms, and injuries. This practice was normal in societies and most witches were also considered healers, commonly called, Wise Ones. These practices have evolved immensely over centuries, that it has developed into our medical advancements we have today.

Now for the fun stuff, Ritualistic Items: Science explains everything has a vibration and frequency because everything is made up of atoms. Atoms are electrons that orbit the nucleus of protons and neutrons, with mostly space in between. Even the most solid and dense objects are vibrating at different frequencies, because those super tiny atoms are moving very fast and close together constantly. By everything, that’s including everything living as well.

With this knowledge, items like crystals, an important aspect and influence of Witchcraft and pagan practices, have individual geometric formation because of their structure of atoms. Like everything else in the world, they also emit certain frequencies. These crystals hold their own indivual properties that most witches will constantly push you to use for rituals and “spells”.

Practitioners keep certain crystals with or on them because their frequencies can effect them constantly. The same goes with certain metals, burning incense, and other objects that have been considered “protection”. Some witches identify bad ‘spirits’ as general negativity. These protective items have higher frequencies that influence positivity on the body and mind . The higher the frequency, the more positive effects it has on the human body. This can be considered cleansing of negative mojo and spirits. Vice versa for hexes and curses, which consist of putting items with low frequencies on or around the intended.

Spells: We use energy to bring about change. Most spells over courses of time always enforce concentration and visualization in its practice. The amount of concentration is influential among yourself and everything around you, and goes back to our brain waves.

Science has shown we have five different kinds of brain waves:

Gamma: These waves are associated with cognitive functions, memory, and learning. Mentally challenged indivuals are shown to have lower gamma activity.

Beta: These brain waves are emitted while actively solving problems. Such as solving mathematic and scientific equations, or constructive thinking, and physical tasks.

Alpha: These brain waves are emitted when we are relaxed and calm. Alcohol and Marijuana influence Alpha wave activity.

Delta: These brainwaves are active when we are in deep sleep and dreaming. They help regulate bodily functions while sleeping for restoration as well.

Theta: These emit through relaxation and deep visualizations and intentions and are highly influential with interaction. Motivational speaking with emotional focus and intent can inspire others because these waves that are emitted effect others’.

Deep visualization and intentions are so important to casting a spell, because if you are not doing these, you’re not emitting the proper influential Theta waves that are detrimental to performing these, “spells”.

Ritualistic casting with incantations and tools support an individual to being more focused and inspired, to increase the chances of the emission of Theta waves. Scientific study also leans towards the idea that paranormal and spiritual activity is measured by electromagnetic frequencies. Who’s to say previous necromancer haven’t reached the dead by the change of energy around them?

Book of Shadows: The scientific method is used to find proof and explain the undiscovered. Through series of hypothesis, tests, and analysis are we able to come closer to any conclusion or explaination.

Most witches have a grimoire, or Book of Shadows, that is used for personal use in practices to record notes, spells, songs, or other practicing knowledge.

Witches will set a goal to effect themselves or others and find materials and knowledge that fit the circumstance(ask a question, do background research). They use these books to document desires from their practice(Hypothesize), preform rituals and spells(test), and write their results and add any changes necessary for succession(conclusion).

From my discovery, Science has everything to do with practice of casting in Witchcraft. Over time, practices that led to discovery were often considered magic, before implemented in society.

Ex. Herbology, medince, alchemy, chemistry, etc.

Even new age philosophies acknowledge the effects of intention and magick through example and personal enlightenment. Luciferianism and Satanism are Atheistic philosophies, but some followers practice the influences of the mind and sending curses and hexes, through bad intention to those deserved. Some present day Pagan and Witchcraft practitioners don’t designate themselves to any specific deities, but the example of nature. Goddesses were nurturing, fertile, and offered life, much like nature or women, historically revered, themselves.

When it comes to idolizing specific and well known spirits (gods and goddesses), it has yet to be proven among society as a whole. Who is to say these aren’t also examples of humanity in nature used in practice? Or simply something we have yet to discover personally?

If curiosity seems compelling, grab a crystal, light a candle, and send a spell or hex one’s way.

If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to send them to me. This is a page of open mindedness and curiosity among the explained and unexplained. That sense of respect is included to its’ followers as well.

Stay wicked.

- Bohemian Witchery

test (sehun)
genre: fluff
word count: 779 w.
summary: sehun volunteers to be your test subject. (not really.)

A month of hard work blossomed into this sleek lipstick placed neatly on the table. It was a final project for your Chemistry class. You crafted an environmental-friendly lipstick with a shade of chateau wine to complete the set. You did all you can to execute your experiment perfectly.

And it worked. Well, not quite yet.

You had to prove its long lasting effect as a lipstick before your professor could grade your work next week. There were three stages in your research design: drink a bubble tea, eat a burger and finally, kiss a boy.

If your lipstick could withstand those three stages then your project would save your grades from going to a downright spiral.

“And where would you get your so-called ‘test subject’?” Kyungsoo questioned, his small frame leaning towards you from across the lunch table.

“The third stage is optional,” you shrugged innocently. It’s not that you were terrified of kissing another person’s lips. You just weren’t confident in the whole kiss action.

Junmyeon butted in, “But you included that in your rubrics, you can’t change it now.”

“Seems like someone wants to be kissed,” Baekhyun teased, poking Junmyeon’s sides. Junmyeon swatted the younger’s hands away. “I have a girlfriend, you freak.”

Baekhyun chomped a big bite on the burger. His boisterous munching grinded your gears. “I have one, too. As I recall, Kyungsoo also has a girlfriend and if you were to even place a small peck on one of us, you’d be dead meat in no time.”

You took a big gulp down the cola you were drinking. Kyungsoo interrupted, “I mean, the only option you have is Sehun.”

Right then and there, Kyungsoo would have suffered from the effect of a spit take to be made by yours truly. You managed to cover your mouth just in time.

“Uh, yeah, no thanks,” you cleared your throat. “Kissing Sehun would be weird. He’s the closest friend I have because you dumbasses spend most of your time with your girlfriends.”

With a sigh, you added, “I don’t want our friendship to be awkward just because of a kiss.”

“Well, it won’t. You two are platonic, right? I don’t see any problem about that.” Junmyeon replied, brow raised as if he was expecting some kind of reaction from you.

“Speaking of the devil,” Baekhyun smirked as he pointed out to Sehun striding towards your table. You were still left dumbfounded by Junmyeon’s remarks earlier.

The crowd naturally dispersed to create a path for him to walk on. It must be your bad eyesight or something, but why was there suddenly streams of light highlighting Sehun’s godly features.

“Hey, Sehun! You’re best friend would like to ask you something!” Baekhyun hollered, hands formed in a cave-like shape so that his voice would reverberate across the whole cafeteria. The whole cafeteria.

“What’s up?” Sehun greeted.

“The sky,” you rolled your eyes to surpress whatever alien feeling that’s swirling inside you right now. Kyungsoo elbowed your stomach. “Ow! Okay, fine. Would you like to be my test subject for my Chem experiment?”

Sehun sat down on your other side. “Sure, what should I do?”


“Kiss her! You have to kiss her,” Baekhyun butted in. You scrunched your face in disgust because it seems like he was waiting for this moment to come much longer than you. Wait. Scratch that.

Sehun shrugged. You were about to kick Baekhyun under the table when Sehun swept you off your feet. What seemed to be a quick peck turned out to be longer. Your entire body tensed as the other three watched in silence, shocked.

When the kiss ended, your eyes were as wide as saucers. He commented, “Hmm, cherry.”

Caressing your now disheveled hair, you said, “I’m gonna go and lay down and die for like half hour, okay? Nobody disturb me.”

As you were collecting your things, Sehun grabbed a hold of your face. Scrutinizing your features, his gaze travelled from your eyes until it stopped at your lips. His thumb gently carressed your bottom lip.

“Your lipstick isn’t as effective as I thought it would be,” he said. His eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief. “You could always make another one. I’d prefer it if we do this kissing thing at my house.”

You can see how the boys were trying to avoid eavesdropping at your conversation. Sehun smirked before he sent you a flirty wink. “That way I could help you improve your project.”

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“For almost 25 years, virtually every bomb constructed by the Provisional IRA and the groups that splintered off it has contained Semtex from a Libyan shipment unloaded at an Irish pier in 1986.”

-Tom Harnden, The Telegraph

Semtex is a commercially manufactured, military-grade, plastic explosive containing RDX and PETN. It was invented in the late 1950s by Stanislav Brebera, a chemist working for Synthesia, a industrial chemical manufacturer in the former Czechoslovakia.

Plastic explosives are highly versatile weapons to guerrilla fighters because of their stability and difficulty to detect. Semtex can be easily transported, stored, divided, and deployed without risk of accidental detonation by changes in temperature, pressure, moisture, or other environmental conditions. Semtex must be triggered by a detonating device so it won’t explode if exposed to open flame, intense light, electrical, magnetic or other forms of radiation. It’s waterproof. It’s very malleable, almost like putty, making it idea for hidden and improvised bombs. In addition to its stability, Semtex is far more powerful than fertilizer-based explosives, i.e., to achieve the same blast yield of a 1lb slab of Semtex might require fifty or a hundred pounds of fertilizer-based explosive packed into barrels or other large containers which would be difficult to transport or conceal, and might leak material or prematurely detonate if not handled with extreme care.

With Semtex you can shake it, bake it, bop it, pull it, twist it, pop it in your pocket and take it for a walk into a bank or police station and leave it concealed. There it will patiently wait for its primary detonator to be triggered remotely, most commonly by radio frequency transmissions which the RDX and PETN explosive material themselves are unaffected by. Most of us have seen the hero in a show scrambling to remove detonators on charges so we almost intuitively know it can be easily disarmed and even recovered for reuse, but which is not to say steps cannot be taken to prevent the detonators from being removed once the charges are planted.

In response to international agreements (resulting from the Pan Am Bombing) the manufacture of Semtex began voluntarily adding chemicals to Semtex in 1991 to aid in its detection. However, by that time tonnes of Semtex-H originally sold to Lybia was already in the hands of the Provisional Irish Republican Army.

After the tragedy of the Omagh Bombing (in which Lybian Semtex may have been used) there
was a renewed call for peace leading to the Good Friday Agreement. However, after a few years the Real IRA (a splinter organization of the PIRA which had carried out the Omagh Bombing), became dissatisfied with British commitment to the peace process and the power-sharing Northern Ireland Executive government. They began a renewed military campaign in Northern Ireland, and the English mainland. This campaign would reveal publicly that the Real IRA was still in possession of significant amounts of Semtex (originally provided to that organization by the defection of Provisional IRA quartermaster Michael McKevitt in 1997).

March 4th, 2001 [GIF/PICTURED]: Acting on a warning sent to a London hospital by Real IRA, police were attempting to disarm a car bomb outside the BBC’s main news centre when it exploded. Although Semtex was not publicly confirmed as the explosive in this bombing, a little over 1lb of unexplored Real IRA Semtex would be recovered by police after a failed improvised-rocket attack on the Strabane RUC station a couple months later in the same campaign.

After the commitment of Sinn Féin and the IRA to seek their goals through ‘exclusively peaceful means’ and the decommissioning of arms in 2005, as well as the death of Muammar Gaddafi and his regime in 2011, it seems unlikely Semtex will be used by dissidents in any future large-scale bombings. Furthermore, sympathizers in the United States and revolutionary allies such as the Basque separatist group ETA in Spain have also supplied the IRA with the slightly more effective plastic explosive C-4). Semtex also has an approximate shelf-life of 10 years, meaning old stocks are now very ripe.

However, small amounts of Semtex have been used by radical groups like Continuity IRA in
improvised devices and rocket attacks. And, as recently as September 2015 caches of up to a pound of Semtex have been discovered or seized (although the combat effectiveness of
those materials is now questionable).

-Based on exerts from The Wicklow Connection: A Timeline of Semtex Proliferation During The Troubles by Daniel O'Handley

Title: The Other Sister

@lennonrose3​ requested: Hey !!! Hope you’re better thanks to the hiatus :) Could I request a Jason Crouse x Reader in which she’s Alicia’s younger sister and she finds him in Alicia’s apartment almost naked and weeks after weeks they start developing feelings (never had sex) and there’s a lot of angst between Jason and Alicia ? The reader kinda senses that Jason and Alicia have a thing so she doesn’t want to act on it because of her morals. Jason realises that he is falling in love with the reader and starts to resent Alicia who become more and more jealous and insufferable even though he didn’t cheat on her. Thanks xoxo 

Character(s): Jason Crouse, Alicia Florrick, and Reader
Summary: You accidentally walk in your older sister, Alicia’s, apartment to find her newest affair naked on her bed. 
Word Count: 3,690
Warning: Angst!!! 
Author’s Note: Thank you @lennonrose3​ for this wonderful request! The moment you sent it in, I was so excited to write it! I love writing Jason Crouse and any sort of drama that will put a strain on his and Alicia’s relationship excites me for some reason lol. Anyway, I hope this was okay and that you enjoyed it nonetheless! Thank you again!!! :-)

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I have watched this scene a thousand times and I remember the very first time I watched it and my heart still does the same funny thing.

I remember absolutely losing my shit at the shot of the flowers in the air and I was like “OMG BRENNAN’S GONNA CATCH THE BOUQUET. ARE THEY ACTUALLY GOING THERE. ARE THEY GOING TO DO IT???????? OMGGGG.” And they teased us with the slow mo shot, heh. (When I rewatch this scene, I STILL get that anticipation of excitement.)


I adore that she looks back at Booth,who just does an adorable smile/half shrug, trying to seem nonchalant when you know he’s screaming on the inside, like all of us. HAHAHA.

No, but seriously, the marriage arc on Bones was just perfect, there was NEVER a single instance when Booth pestered Brennan about marriage. The ball was in her court all the way through, and Booth absolutely would have been fine if they had never married in the end (”I LOVE EVERYDAY.”) A testament to how much Booth loves her but also a point of great character development for Booth, who was once fixated on the idea that he HAD to get married. (Arguably, you could say that his change of heart was because Brennan was the only one who really mattered, which is equally valid, but I like to think that Booth learnt something from his previous mistakes).

And here, Brennan was not horrified at the thought of catching the flowers; marriage no longer seems like such an awful concept when it’s in relation to Booth ;)

Mystic Messenger Fanfic: Kingdom of Words

Pairing: Saeran/MC

Rating: G

Other places to read: AO3

This fic is a gift to @an-ambivalent! I’m one of your @mystic-messenger-secret-santa (the mysterious anon hihi) :3 Sorry this is so late, dear! I tried to include as many of your preferences as I could, so I hope you enjoy this not so small fic I wrote for you ♥

The first time the words appeared on Saeran’s arm, he panicked. His only warning had been a warm, itchy sensation that’d made him look down, only to find a black scribble on his skin.

Can you see this?

He screamed. He couldn’t help it - as much as he rubbed, the words wouldn’t come off, nor did his hand get dirty with ink. Saeyoung rushed to his side, eyes wide, but once Saeran explained what was wrong, he hesitated, his gaze fixed at the point where Saeran could see the dark words in stark contrast against his reddened skin.

“I can’t see anything, Saeran.”

Before Saeran could process what Saeyoung had said, their mother came. He should’ve excpected it, should’ve known better than to make so much noise. His ears hurt with her screams, louder than his own; still, he tried reaching her - arm extended, he tried telling her about the words, tried asking her what they meant.

His only answer were two days without food, getting by with only the scraps Saeyoung managed to sneak him behind their mother’s back.

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Imagine your first date with Chris.

A/N: Here’s Part 2, y'all. The continuation to the barista one. It can be read as a one shot as well. Enjoooooy. X

You heard a knock at your door and you jumped up from your bed, your cool hands suddenly clammy. You’d spent a lot of time with Chris over the past few days but it was always at work, it was a different dynamic now that it was just the two of you; you could no longer turn to Oliver for help. You sprayed the air with your signature perfume- ‘Candy’ by Prada- and walked through the mist, refreshing your scent. With a quick swipe to straighten your dress and dry your hands, you walked out to open the front door.

As you passed the mirror in the hallway, you gave yourself a quick once-over to make sure you looked as good as you possibly could for your date with Chris. You definitely needed to look as good as you possibly could considering you were about to stand next to the handsomest man on the planet.

You had to admit, you cleaned up pretty well. Your usually tied-up-into-a-pony hair was let loose and slightly curled; you’d ditched the Starbucks uniform and your worn Sketchers for a gorgeous blue sequin shift dress and a pair strappy blue stilettos that showcased your long legs. You left the make up simple because you believed it was there to enhance your natural beauty, not cover it. With a deep breath and a “good luck” from your reflection, you opened the door for Chris.


Chris stood on the other side, clean-shaven and in a ice blue shirt and beige slacks with a bouquet of red roses in his hand; even dressed casually, he looked incredibly handsome and ridiculously hot. The hot thing came from the fact that he had folded his sleeves up to his elbows, most girls seemed to have a kink for that and you were one of the most.

“Wow yourself,” you chuckled.

“You look amazing,” Chris breathed with a smile on his lips. You lowered your gaze, smiling and hiding your blush; that made him even more nervous than he already was. “Um-” He cleared his throat. “These are for you.” He stuck out the bouquet in the most awkward way and mentally slapped himself. “See,” he chuckled nervously. “I’m as human as you are.”

“I feel better now,” you smiled and took them off his hands. “You look very handsome.”

“Yeah you too,” he blurted out without thinking; he winced and you giggled. “I meant-” He chuckled nervously. “You look very beautiful, but um- I’ve already said that.” He chuckled and you smiled, blushing deeper than before. “So um- Should we get going?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.
• • • • • • • •
“This place looks awfully fancy,” you said softly as you looked around.

The restaurant that Chris took you to was in a hotel that looked like something out of a Hollywood movie; a given considering you were dating a Hollywood actor. The marble floors were polished to the point where you could see your own reflection. The sparkling chandeliers looked magical, dangling from the ceiling like delicate little raindrops. The ambience was so posh that even in your best dress, you felt out of place.

“You know- I would’ve been comfortable having dinner anywhere, you don’t have to spend so much money on me.” You told Chris and you saw him stifle his laughter by pressing his lips together. “I get that you can afford it,” you chuckled. “But I’m just saying it’s not necessary.”

“I had to take you somewhere that matched your extravagance,” he teased. “Relax and let me do my thing,” he smiled and placed his hand on the small of your back; you felt your legs almost give way. “This way, Y/N.” He said and steered you towards a plate glass double door with black and gold riming.

“Mr. Evans.” A bald man in a suit greeted him with a wide smile. For some reason, his smile made you uncomfortable; it reminded you of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. “I have your table ready for you and your beautiful lady friend.” He eyed you pervertedly, his gaze lingering on your chest before moving down to your legs.

You instinctively crossed your arms over your chest.

Chris gently pushed you behind him as a protective measure, his tall frame shielded you from the man’s perverted gaze. You watched him from behind, absorbing every inch of his protective fibre. The lines at each corner of his luscious lips were becoming more and more prominent as he tightened his jaw, the dents in his furrowed eyebrows, his tensed broad shoulders, his flared nostrils, and his once beautiful blue eyes, growing darker by the second.

“I strongly suggest you lead us to our table before I make this the worst night of your pathetic life.” Chris growled at him through his clenched teeth; despite being furious, he was still oddly rational with the way he spoke and carried himself.

“Y- yes Mr. E- Evans.” The man stuttered, looking more than a little flustered. “I’m- uh- I’m very, very sorry. Right this way, sir. If you’d follow me.” He quickly grabbed a couple of menus off his podium and led the two of you into the restaurant.

“The next time I take you out you’re wearing a potato sack,” Chris joked then laughed when you did. “You really are a magnet for douchebags, aren’t you?” You laughed and scoffed simultaneously. “Just shows how drop dead gorgeous you are,” he winked.

“On the plus side, I got another glimpse of protective Chris.” You joked and he raised an eyebrow, prompting an explanation. “I like protective Chris, he is very hot.” You told him and he laughed, touching his left boob.

“Right well then-” He placed his hand on the small of your back again and led you into the restaurant. “You better remind me to walk you past a group of drunken men after dinner,” he teased and you laughed.
• • • • • • • •
The rest of the night was actually as easy going as the chats you’ve had with him at work. The two of you talked like you’d known each other all your lives, a cliché you thought you’d never get to experience. He asked you about your life; your friends, family, hopes, dreams, aspirations, and he actually listened and showed interest in the things you were telling him. You spoke with him about his career, his family, his own hopes, dreams and aspiration- then his puppy, Dodger, which you’d spent a little more time talking about then you’d planned. What were you going to do? You were a dog person and you loved his; he promised that you could meet Dodger if you ever decided to come to Boston. He spent the entire night treating you like a complete lady, and by the end of it, you’d fallen in love with more than Chris Evans, the actor.

“I feel like maybe you shouldn’t have spent so much time at my workplace 'cause it seems like we’ve run out of conversational topics.”

You let go of his hand and skipped in front of him. It was a lot easier for you to maneuver around now that you weren’t wearing your heels and he was carrying them; he had to admit that you were also a hell of a lot cuter now that you were much shorter than him.

“Us, run out of conversational topics?” He chuckled, and you turned around and started to walk backwards in front of him. “Y/N, we’ve spent an hour just talking about gummy bears.” He reminded you and you laughed. “I’m sure we can think of something to talk about, with that creative mind of yours.”

“What are your thoughts on New York?” You asked. “Do you think it’s really a concrete jungle where dreams are made of?”

“I’ll answer that once you stop walking backwards,” he reached for your hand but you pulled away playfully. “I’m afraid you’re going to trip over and get hurt. You said you are known for your carelessness,” he reminded you.

“My date’s Captain America,” you grinned, “I don’t think I have to worry.”

“Stop it, you’re going to hurt yourself.” He chuckled and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into him. You bit back a smile as you clashed into his chest. He dropped your hand and gently reached for your face, you swallowed as he brushed loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered as he leaned in, cupping your cheek in his free hand.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Your lips touched and fireworks went off. He dropped your heels and wrapped his arm tightly around your body. He pressed his lips onto yours lightly to begin with then a little harder, wanting to be as close as he could to you. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing your body closer to his- like that was even possible. He took a deep breath, taking in your sweet perfume and his entire body grew weak. His hand that was on your cheek moved down to your neck and he kissed you even harder. He was afraid that his harsh actions would hurt you because to him, you were like this porcelain doll he didn’t want to break. He became so lost in the kiss and so overwhelmed by love and lust that he nearly lifted you up onto his hips and carried you off, then he remembered the two of you weren’t in the privacy of a room but in public.

“Chris,” you panted when you came up for air; your delicate fingers finding their way around the locks of his hair. He looked deep into your eyes and pressed his forehead against yours as he waited for you to say something. “I think you dropped my shoes.” You whispered and he chuckled.

People said a love as magical as this only existed in the movies and you always thought that to be true, but after spending less than a week with Chris- a man you met at a Starbucks- you knew now that it could be reality.

                                                   Soul Mate 21

The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time.

A/N: THIS PART/CHAPTER WHAT EVER IS QUITE EMOTIONAL, AND I’M NOT GONNA LIE, I TEARED UP TOWARDS THE END. Wow, I’m getting so into this, I’m such an angsty son of a bitch. Anyways…enjoy the pain! BTW, yay for Leia’s first appearance! [GIF NOT MINE]

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Warning: Angst…Emotions…lots of emotions


There was an absence in the Force, a sense of loneliness and hollowness that echoed out throughout Ren’s chest. He could feel himself losing you, bit by bit. It had to be done. The feeling of your soul undoing itself from his ever so slowly was deadly, he was afraid you had found someone else the moment he saw that oh so familiar ship land on the sandy terrain of Jakku. Anguish, defeat, heart break, anything that could make the young man feel miserable was attacking him all at once. This was his own doings and only he could undo it–yet, he couldn’t. Because fear lead his world and his world was dark and empty, and a soulless carcass like his couldn’t contain love.

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A close relative to sharks, but with long, flat bodies and wing-like pectoral fins, Mobula rays are adept at sweeping through the ocean. However, it is not uncommon to also spot these guys mid-air; so much so, that they are commonly called “flying rays”.

Mobulas can reach above-water heights of more than 2 metres and can remain airborne for several seconds. In spite of being commonly seen off the coast of California, these rays are quite elusive and thus biologists have no concrete conclusion as to why they seem to enjoy leaving their watery home, however brief, so frequently.

Of course, there are some theories, the main ones hypothesising that the rays use this flight-like endeavour as a means of communication, a mating ritual or as a way to shed themselves of parasites.


This is a public service announcement.

Hello lovelies <333

An idea that was posted during one of the discussions about this season seemed to gain a bit of traction, to the point where I’d like to see if there’s enough interest to make that idea a reality: a fanmade alternative to the final season of TVD, made by Bamon fans for Bamon fans.

I know most of us fanartists and writers have been struggling with finding motivation given the current state of canon, but I’ve also seen the way we (artmakers and art-appreciators alike) rally around things like Domestic!Bamon Day and the Bamily Secret Santa. Bonnie and Damon as a pairing will always be something beautiful and powerful, something inspiring, no matter what Julie et al. may choose to do on their show. 

And I hope that you all might be interested in banding together for another fandom-wide effort, to build something good for ourselves. This isn’t to catch TPTB attention, and it’s certainly not to promote the show. This is something entirely our own, for us to enjoy, to share our talent and love with each other. To marvel once again at the creativity and heart for which this fandom is famous (infamous?).

… Basically, to once again build something positive out of the miserable wreckage that the show has dropped at our feet time and time again.

How it could work:

The base of the project would be a multi-authored fic. Rather than chapters, we would split that fic into “episodes.” After working as a group to set out a basic outline of the overall story and bullet-pointed guidelines and goals to be accomplished within each episode, each episode will be assigned to one writer. Two writers will not be assigned any chapters/episodes, and they will instead work together as beta readers/editors for the entire project.

In this way, no one person is burdened by too much of the work, but everyone has input and a chance to shine (authors will of course have credit/notes on their own chapters!). And the consistent source of editing should allow for the final result to be relatively seamless. 

In addition to the fic, each episode would be accompanied by edits, gifsets, and maybe even vids, posted in the tag. This would give our artists their own opportunity to shine, as well as make for a more immersive experience. Artists could work on as few or as many fanworks as they’d like, and we can figure out the spread to make sure there’s enough art for each episode.

There’s six weeks until the series ends, so depending on how many people want to participate in this, and how big we want the scope of the story to be, we may finish before then or we may not. I envisioned having 10-15 chapters, but that’s not written in stone. Again, it all depends on the interest level :)

So… what do you guys think? It’s an ambitious project, and I know everyone is busy, but I would really love to have one more big hurrah before the series ends… and there’s no promise that we’ll get that if we don’t make it ourselves. 


(Also, if you can, please boost this post to ensure it reaches any fanartists and writers who may not be tracking the tags anymore! Thank you!)

AN: Happy summer folks! I’m here to kick off this summer with a sad fic, enjoy! Thank you to the anon that requested this! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors!

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader

Prompt:  Can I just start by saying I LOVE your fics!!! Could you do an angsty sort of one where the reader is in a relationship with Pietro before AoU and he dies and she’s plagued by dreams of him? I just picture it going with Burning House ( XXXX ) by Cam. Thanks!

Warning: Mentions of death, violence, and guns. Also, this isn’t going to be a happy one, folks.

((I used the song title as the title of this imagine, although I didn’t really use the song at all. It just seemed to fit the beginning part perfectly. Also- this fic took a little bit of a different turn. I like it, but keep an open mind when reading!))


“Burning House”

You didn’t believe in ghosts. 

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Milkshakes || Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N : GIF NOT MINE. CREDIT TO WHOEVER MADE IT ALSO , SLIGHT AU BASED OFF THE PROMPT: I tell my friends i come to the cafe you work at because they have the world’s greatest milkshakes but i love the little notes you leave me scrawled on napkins every time you take my order and you smile at me like the sun from across counter tops.

You sighed and fiddled with the pen in your hand. Part time jobs really did suck but between trying to find an actual job that would make some sort of use of your damn college degree, the coffee shop didn’t seem like the worst part time job. Ofcourse, sometimes it got really annoying, with stupid customers and your boss’ unusually high expectations and at times like this where there wasn’t much to do at all. The opening and closing of the shops door snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up to see the same guy enter the shop. The guy who came in a fee weeks ago and the poor guy looked so upset and pretty lost so you , feeling bad for him , had left him a napkin with a smiley face scrawled on it and he seemed pretty happy with it. After that it had become a bit of a tradition for him to come over to the shop and you always left him a small note , which never really failed to make him smile widely at you.

You smiled and waved slightly when you saw him approach the counter and he smiled back in response. He studied the menu board hung above the counter and frowned a little.

“I think I’ll take a caramel frappacino today ” He said carefully and you nodded and started to make the drink. He looks a lot better this time, you observed , the first time he had come in his hair was all shaggy and he looked kinda dazed and very confused about what to order. You had helped him out as much as possible with the different kinds of drinks your shop served and now everyday he tried to order something new and he seems a whole lot more confident and less confused today . Physically too he looked better , with his hair looking not so shaggy and much more in control (let’s go with the winter soldier hair because damn).

“So uh how has your day been ? ” he asked nervously , surprising you a little , he had never really tried talking to you before.

“Ah you know the usual , boring ,tiring kinda pathetic ” you shrugged and he nodded smiling slightly . “what about yours ? ” you asked and he smiled.

“About the same as yours , minus the boring ” he said, shrugging too.

“Lucky , here , you don’t get much except boring with extra doses of annoying, anyways I don’t think we’ve introduced ourselves, Im (y/n) ” you said , smiling.

 "Bucky “ he answered and you nodded. He glanced out the window for a while and upon seeing something he cursed under his breath.

“What is he doing here?” He mumbled and then looked up at you “hey listen , do you have a restroom i could use ? And uh if that man ” he said , pointing towards a tall guy standing outside with bronze skin and some very badly picked shades on “comes here and asks for me, tell him I was never here.”

You stared at him for a while but nodded eventually and pointed towards the bathroom in your store. Surely the guy Bucky told you about entered the store after five minutes.

“Hey there !” He greeted , squinting at your name tag “(y/n) , Sam Wilson here ” he said, extending a hand toward you which you shook looking at him weirdly “I’ll take an ice latte,” he smiled, “extra sugar please.”

You nodded and started to make his drink.

“So uh (y/n), did you see a guy come in here, um long hair , looks like someone just murdered his Puppy? ” he asked , looking at you intently.

“Um no sorry,” you said, handing him his drink which he took from you , looking kind of let down.

“Damn it ” he mumbled under his breath handing you the money . “ thanks anyways !” He called as he exited the shop. And about ten minutes after his departure, Bucky reappeared from the washroom , smiling at you sheepishly as you raised a questioning eye brow at him.

“Uh what just happened ? ” you asked as he came in front of the counter again.

“Uh I i tell my friends i come to the cafe you work at because they have the world’s greatest milkshakes but i love the little notes you leave me scrawled on napkins every time you take my order and you smile at me like the sun from across counter tops.” He muttered , smiling sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck “ and that guy was my “friend ” snooping so he could find something to annoy me with probably “. By this time you were smiling widely at him as he kept his gaze aimed at the floor.

“Huh well here’s your drink,” you said and handed him a napkin with it, with your number scrawled on it and of course he looked at the napkin for his daily message and upon seeing what you had written today he gave you the biggest of smiles.


Can we all just talk about Mike Stamford for a brief minute?

Who in the hell is this guy? I mean how does he think of a person like John and a person like Sherlock and think, ‘Oh yeah, I need to bring these two together.’


Luckily he did or we wouldn’t have this show but still, he clearly hadn’t seen John in YEARS. Yet within a few minutes, he established that John and Sherlock would get on.

Also, Mike Stamford actually seems to be… Sherlock’s friend in a way. Sherlock seems substantially familiar with him, asking to use his mobile as soon as he enters the room and being on a first-name basis with the guy. And Mike definitely seems to like Sherlock. Practically everyone hates Sherlock, but not Mike. I mean, you don’t try to hook up a person you dislike with a flatmate with whom you know would they would get on. When Sherlock casually drops knowledge of John when they first meet, Mike just hangs out there with a little smile. AND when Sherlock leaves the lab in the scene, Mike just says, “Yeah, he’s always like that,” but not at all in that exasperated, annoyed manner with which everyone speaks of Sherlock.

This guy seems like he should be a more prominent character in the show, if only for the reason that he is one of the few characters that doesn’t loathe Sherlock, he even seems to like him. That makes him pretty damn interesting to me. And without him, Sherlock and John would have never even met!

Like why the hell doesn’t this guy show up more often?!