by real i mean down to earth

On the direction of the cross product of vectors

One of my math professors always told me:

Understand the concept and not the definition

A lot of times I have fallen into this pitfall where I seem to completely understand how to methodically do something without actually comprehending what it means.

And only after several years after I first encountered the notion of cross products did I actually understand what they really meant. When I did, it was purely ecstatic!

Why on earth is the direction of cross product orthogonal ? Like seriously…

I mean this is one of the burning questions regarding the cross product and yet for some reason, textbooks don’t get to the bottom of this. One way to think about this is :

It is modeling a real life scenario!!

The scenario being :

When you try to twist a screw (clockwise screws being the convention) inside a block in the clockwise direction like so, the nail moves down and vice versa.

i.e When you move from the screw from u to v, then the direction of the cross product denotes the direction the screw will move..

That’s why the direction of the cross product is orthogonal. It’s really that simple!

Another perspective

Now that you get a physical feel for the direction of the cross product, there is another way of looking at the direction too:

Displacement is a vector. Velocity is a vector. Acceleration is a vector. As you might expect, angular displacement, angular velocity, and angular acceleration are all vectors, too.

But which way do they point ?

Let’s take a rolling tire. The velocity vector of every point in the tire is pointed in every other direction.

BUT every point on a rolling tire has to have the same angular velocity – Magnitude and Direction.

How can we possibly assign a direction to the angular velocity ?

Well, the only way to ensure that the direction of the angular velocity is the same for every point is to make the direction of the angular velocity perpendicular to the plane of the tire.

Problem solved!

Bad Idea

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader have sex for the first time (together, not first time ever).

Word Count:  3041

Warnings:  Smut and Language

A/N:  This was inspired by an anon ask for more light-hearted, less kinky, more playful sex. I decided to make it more realistic for once, not everything is perfect. Sex is sometimes awkward and strange while also being awesome. So here you go.

Tags are at the bottom. As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by dean---winchester---imagines

Bad Idea

I’m not really sure who kissed who, to be honest. Just a few minutes ago, I was up to my elbows in dishes, scrubbing dinner away. Now Dean’s lips are on mine, his hands roaming freely beneath my shirt, exploring my skin.

I mean, I did splash him with the water. And he did kinda chase me around the kitchen to exact revenge. And we were sorta flirty about it all. But we always have been. It’s just us, just the way we are together. Have you seen Dean Winchester? Of course I’m going to flirt with him.  

But now I’m pressed up against him, my head spinning in the most wonderful way. There are good kissers in this world and bad kissers. I’ve experienced both. Dean’s kisses, they take my breath away. His lips mold to mine, his tongue dances along mine, he tastes like beer and pie. Kinda like you’d think he would.

Listen, I wasn’t really expecting my night to go this way. Maybe I should have seen it coming, we clearly have some sort of chemistry, but I thought maybe Dean was too professional to hook up with a hunter he was living with.

Anyway, like any of that matters now. His lips are on mine, his hips are pressed to mine, my fingers are running up and down his biceps. So here we are.

Eventually, we have to come up for air. We’ve been attached at the lips for what feels like an eternity. Time is irrelevant during a good make out session. I can feel the heat stinging my cheeks, it’s like a tiny acrobat is doing millions of somersaults in my belly. My heart is thud-thudding so loudly it’s a wonder Dean can’t hear it.

He grins at me - is that a bashful smile? From Dean fucking Winchester? This man oozes confidence and sexuality, and now he’s looking at me like…that? Impossibly, my heart races faster.

His green eyes meet mine as he clears his throat. “Do you wanna…keep going?”

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anonymous asked:

you know communism, like, doesn't work lmao. it's cost millions of lives in eastern europe, china, cuba, etc. it's a good idea in paper but it always ends up being used to manipulate people and as a weapon. communism has literally destroyed my country and i hate the romanticism of on tumblr i'm honestly sick of it

to break it down for you i’m an anti capitalist who values labor & marxist theory, that doesn’t mean anything in regards to endorsing unjust totalitarian regimes or dictators such as stalin. i also believe that capitalism is starving millions right this very instant, creating poverty, destroying the earth on an unprecedented scale and that doesn’t “work in real life” either.

46 Quotes from David John Tennant ❤️❤️:

1. “I see nothing wrong with having an unhealthy obsession with something.”

2. “If they find what they expect, the physicists will party, if not, the physicists will party anyway, physicists are odd like that.”

3. “The audience is the final cast member.”

4. “I was still just the wee boy frae Paisley.”

5. “When you think about it, many aspects of how we look, the way we act…” [looks in mirror] “Or my insufferable vanity, are determined genetically.”

6. [while nuzzling the fur of Arthur the horse, which he is severely allergic to] “Are you going to be my friend?”

7. “Science is as much the pursuit of beauty as it is the pursuit of truth.”

8. “How long can you keep smiling?”

9. “The Doctor is based on who I would be if I had more confidence and didn’t care so much about what people think.”

10. “It’s time to positively rebellious and rebelliously positive.”

11. “I’m only looking at the twinkle of their soul in the starlight.”

12. “I suppose It’s only boring if you don’t have a washing machine.”

13. “Everything’s scripted! The air molecules are scripted!”

14. “We’re just matter. We can dream of flying across the universe, but what it comes down to is just a hunk of bone… The trouble with a cliché is that it loses its meaning.”

15. “But I wasn’t talking to myself. I was making up stories.”

16. “Everyone everywhere has the right to be happy and free… There are so many of us humans squeezing onto this wee planet and there’s no TARDIS coming to spirit us away. We have to look out for each other.”

17. “If I had to be stuck in a parallel universe with one fandom it would be the Doctor Who fans. I think they’re the cleverest. Quickest wits in the internet.”

18. “Sometimes I’m haunted by it, sometimes I’m enlivened by it, sometimes it weighs me down, and other times it’s like a drug and I can’t wait for the next sniff.”

19. “85.3 percent of actors are down-to-earth and reasonable.”

20. “You have to be careful with Shakespeare, because people tend to know it.”

21. “Some of my earliest memories are of being tucked up in bed while mum or dad read to me.“

22. "I have no real ambitions, just to live and fulfill myself, whatever that means.”

23. [about falling down on set all the time] “I would always get up and keep going, but nobody else would.”

24. “I don’t think anyone that is perceived as a villain sees themself as a villain.”

25. “A perfect idea, I suppose, it fires the imagination in such a particular way. Something to do with the fantastic and the futuristic coming together. The TARDIS is the most extraordinary vehicle you could imagine and it’s wrapped up in a scruffy blue phone box. The Doctor is the most clever, extraordinary being, and yet he is scrappy and anarchic. There is something more identifiable with the geek hero. We have to accept that somethings are sprinkled with fairy dust and we won’t know why.”

26. “If you could isolate the elements that turn something into gold you would be an alchemist, wouldn’t you?”

27. “A long table scattered with scripts, water bottles, and paper name plates stretched the whole length of the room. What felt like hundreds of people milled about expectantly, chatting, checking Blackberries, casting sideways glances as I tried to keep breathing and affect an air of insouciant calm.”

28. “In a suburban house in Paisley, a wee boy was sticky-taping his oft-snapped spectacles back together. He couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t been augmented with at least one area of peeling sellotape.”

29. “I’ve always seen theatre as my natural mode of being.”

30. “I love you all passionately… And possibly carnally.”

31. “I would get to the point where I was rehearsing what I was going to say next: ‘excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, terribly sorry, but I need to go throw up in the dressing room.’”

32. “I’ve chosen to follow my own spirit.”

33. “Shakespeare’s plots and characters are catnip to actors… It sings to us.”

34. “I’ve been to lots of alien planets. You’d be surprised how many of them look like quarries in Wales.”

35. “There is quite a lot of science in Doctor Who, some accurate science, some of it quite elevated, and some of it that’s completely made up.”

36. “I’m always chasing the script that I need to be worthy of.”

37. “I would wander around, pretending to be all the characters. My parents would tell lots of stories of me wandering around the garden, talking to myself.”

38. “I was the one delivering flowers for people who were in actual relationships with actual human beings.”

39. “He’s cleverer than me, he’s quicker witted than I am, he’s more intelligent than me, he’s a better sword fighter than I am… I like to think I have at least a twinkle of all those qualities.”

40. “It’s difficult to describe your own personality… Happy, mostly, maybe a bit bewildered.”

41. “Suddenly, and quite without warning, there was a rupture in the fabric of space and time.”

42. “I thought that would be a very witty and expedient way to exit the room.”

43. “Other hair products are available.”

44. “I always get worried when adults say children don’t understand the difference between reality and fiction, because they do understand.”

45. “Hopefully I’m not as pathetic as I think I am at four in the morning.”

46. “A dream, while it’s happening, is as real and valid an experience as anything else. Until it stops.”

Anti Makes Pancakes

(Why are all of my stories about breakfast foods lately?)

Signe didn’t mean to fall asleep on the couch downstairs, but she wakes to find Anti looking down at her, poking her cheek. Signe jumps three inches in the air, squealing in fright. Anti cocks his head to the side. “Yer like a cat when ya get startled. Ya ever seen ‘em jump in the air real high when somethin’ scares ‘em? That’s what you do.”

Signe puts a hand on her chest, trying to calm her breathing. “Anti, I’m going to kill you. What on earth do want at this time of night?”

“Well, if yer gunna kill me, maybe I don’t wanna tell ya why I woke ya up,” Anti says, pouting.

Signe rolls her eyes so hard it actually hurts. “Fine, I won’t kill you. Now tell me why you woke me up, would you?” Signe sits up and motions for the glitch to sit down beside her, but Anti doesn’t move from where he stands at one end of the couch.

“Jack is crying again.”

Signe blinks at him once before throwing off the covers and heading for the narrow staircase leading upstairs. She doesn’t realize Anti is behind her until, when she looks back, she sees him following along somberly. Sean has been under so much stress lately that Signe has found him crying quite a few times, never loudly and always when he thought no one else would see.

“I wanted to pour maple syrup all over him again,” Anti explains as they reach the top of the stairs, “but then I saw he was cryin’ in his sleep. So, I thought I’d come getcha.”

“Thank you,” she whispers without looking back as she bursts into Sean’s room. Sure enough, he’s curled up into a tight ball, the way he sleeps when the bad thoughts and the stress of work and the hate he receives start to pile up. The sound of his crying is so soft, even in sleep. Signe sinks down onto the bed beside him, pulling him close and whispering to him. “Wake up, Sean. Please.”

Anti watches from the doorway.

When Sean’s cobalt eyes blink open, they’re rimmed with red and bloodshot, and Sean looks disappointed in himself. “’m sorry, Woosh. I didn’t want ya…” Signe pulls him into a tighter hug and shushes him.

“None of that. Let me help you, you dummy.” She feels him snuggle into her, hands gripping at her shirt. “There you go. Just go back to sleep. I’ll be here.”

Sean sniffles a bit before raising his head just a bit and looking at Anti, standing there looking stiff and like he definitely doesn’t belong here. “Thanks, Anti.”

The glitch crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs. “Yeah, whatever. Yer just no fun ta mess with when yer cryin’.” Anti stomps off down the hall.

Signe shakes her head. “I don’t know what to think of that one.”

“Me either,” Sean mumbles, laying his head back down. “Maybe we should get him a dog.”

Signe snorts and runs her fingers through his messy green hair. “You just want a dog.”

“I really want a dog,” he says with a giggle.

“Go to sleep,” Signe whispers with a smile.

They wake up the next morning to find two stacks of pancakes (only slightly burnt) sitting at their places at the table. Anti even bought more syrup after the last incident of dumping it all over Sean in his sleep. Signe glances at the sink, and unfortunately the glitch didn’t think to wash dishes. But she supposes it’s the thought that counts.

Sean claps his hands together before drowning his pancakes in syrup and taking a big bite. Only then does Signe find the remains of several habanero peppers in the trash. Sean never trusts a pancake ever again.


he’s so real and down to earth like his words are so pure you know he means what he says i am in tears

anonymous asked:

Are you still taking prompts? I kept thinking about how (possibly after infinity war) when someone on earth would offer Peter one of those super fancy and high tech iPod/stark-phone to replace his "out-of-date" zune, and peter would just refuse

Okay, so first of all, I’ve actually read a really neat fic that deals with this, with Tony and Peter.

I can’t do anything that awesome, so here is what came to mind instead. Because maybe it’s Peter Quill’s turn to deal with a curious young Terran, also named Peter.

Also posted on AO3: Good Morning Starshine.

“So, Earth must be pretty boring compared to what you’re used to, huh?”

Peter looked down at the teenager skipping along at his side as they explored the main shopping district of what Peter had been told was one of the biggest cities on this particular continent (Fifth Avenue, New York City, North America, Earth). “Boring? Why?”

The kid – whose name was also Peter, so they had settled on “Parker” and “Quill” – looked up at him with wide, guileless eyes. “Dude, you’ve seen whole different planets. You’ve been on spaceships.”

You’ve been on a spaceship,” Peter pointed out mildly. “My spaceship.”

“Yeah, but, like, once. You can fly them! You’ve been to whole shipyards full, I bet. And – and Infinity Stones, and – I mean, all I can compare it to is sci-fi movies and stuff, but you’ve seen the real thing. How in the world can anything on Earth compare to that?”

Peter looked up and down the street. They had been walking for awhile, and had wandered out of the high-class stores further north and were into an area now that the little handheld map on his StarkPhone told him was called Greenwich Village. He liked this better; it had a lot of interesting little shops that he found more appealing than the glitzy shops uptown, which put him in mind of certain districts on Xandar that tended to try to arrest him for loitering as soon as they got one look at his Ravager-red coat.

The thing was, objectively speaking, Parker was right. Once you’d been to Knowhere, once you’d been offered your own planet, once you’d flown through the Well of Ten Million Stars at incredibly unsafe speeds and held an Infinity Stone in your bare hands, how could a small planet in a quiet neighborhood of the galaxy possibly hold any wonder at all?

But that was asking the wrong question.

He’d been to a hundred planets, and every last one of them was interesting in its own way. This one was even more fascinating because it was the one that his people had come from. Every single person on these streets looked just like him. He couldn’t get over it. Oh sure, some of the colors were different, some of them were a little shorter or taller, but that was such a tiny difference that he hardly even noticed it. Every last person he saw around him could be related to him – in fact, actually was related to him, if you went back far enough. And every last item in each one of the shops had been invented and built by his people.

If he were going to lose his sense of wonder, he’d have long since lost it after a few years of wandering around alien markets with Yondu and the Ravagers. Instead, everything he saw just made the next thing more interesting by contrast … all the more so on his long-lost planet of birth. Nothing here could ever seem dull to him.

But he wasn’t quite sure how to explain this to Parker, who had literally never been off this planet (which Peter still found hard to wrap his mind around) except for very briefly on the Milano.

Peter couldn’t help thinking that Yondu would have laughed and laughed to see him showing the galaxy, even tiny little bits of it, to another wide-eyed Terran kid who even happened to be also named Peter. There was a time when that thought would’ve felt like a ragged saw blade across his heart, but time’s passage had done what he’d once thought impossible: it had faded his grief to something gentle and warm and only slightly sad.

We’ll meet in the stars someday, you old bastard, and I’ll tell you all about this, just in case you don’t already know.

But he couldn’t imagine how to explain any of this to someone Peter Parker’s age, someone who’d literally never even met anyone except Terrans until Peter’s team showed up, so all he said was, “I like Earth. I wish I could see more of it before I have to leave, but this city is my favorite place so far.” He watched the kid preen, because of course the city was his place (and the odd thought occurred to Peter that he might actually have already seen more of this kid’s world than Parker himself had had a chance to, so far). “What else should I see before I leave?”

“Ooh. The Brooklyn Bridge, for sure. There’s a pedestrian walkway, which is pretty rad, but I like to web-sling from the towers. That’s the best part, and it’ll be sunset soon, which is awesome from up there.”

“Where’s that?” Peter asked. He held up the StarkPhone and let Parker touch the map with quick, deft fingers. “Oh, that bridge. The one with the big swooshy parts. Here, hold on.”

“What are – ack!”

Peter had engaged his rocket boots, swooping away into the sky and leaving behind a chorus of awed gasps and some flashes of those little communication devices everyone carried here. A moment later, they dropped out of the sky on top of the peak of the bridge’s towers.

“Dude,” Parker panted, sitting down on a concrete buttress. “You can’t just do that here. I mean, seriously. People don’t just fly around here.”

“Literally half the people I’ve met on this planet can fly.”

“Yeah – but – look, the people you’ve met so far aren’t exactly, uh, normal.”

“Neither am I,” Peter pointed out. He put away the StarkPhone and put in an earbud from the Zune. Parker was right, the sky was beginning to show the first flush of color. He hadn’t seen a sunset on Earth yet and he was looking forward to it, so this needed some music.

“You know you can play music on the StarkPhone, right?” Parker said, eyeing the Zune.

“I know. Tony told me.”

“I mean, how many songs can that thing possibly have on it?”

“Three hundred,” Peter said absently, scrolling through his playlists. Perfect: Otis Redding, (Sitting’ on) The Dock of the Bay. “Want to listen?” he asked, holding out an earbud to Parker.

“Three hundred … songs. You know the StarkPhone can fit like 500 times that many, right?”

“Oh, believe me,” Peter said, “I’m not leaving this planet without all the music I can stuff onto whatever storage media you have here.” He’d asked each of the Avengers if they would put some of their favorite songs together for him, and he was looking forward very much to hearing all of them on the long jumps between the cold stars. He’d heard some of Tony’s music and liked it already; they even knew some of the same songs, which was something he’d never actually had in common with anyone besides his mom before.

“But, don’t you think –”

“Do you want to listen or not?”

“Okay … fine.” Parker took the earbud. “Even this thing is kinda old-fashioned looking,” he remarked, looking at it. “I would’ve thought a spaceman wouldn’t be so … retro.”

Peter couldn’t help smiling again; Yondu was definitely laughing his goddamn blue ass off about this, somewhere out there in the stars. “Someone gave it to me … someone who loved me, and now I carry a little of them with me, wherever I go. That’s important when you don’t live on the same planet with the same people all your life. Home isn’t places, not really; it’s people.” He ran a light thumb over the Zune. “And sometimes this is the closest thing you have when people aren’t there anymore.”

He was fully expecting this to sail straight over Parker’s head, but instead the kid gave him a smile with a trace of wistfulness. And yeah, come to think of it, he didn’t remember hearing anything about any of Parker’s relatives except for an aunt. Peter’s mother had died on Earth; he should know better than anyone that his birth planet was not without its full measure of pain.

“What did you say this song was called?” Parker asked.

“Dock of the Bay. Otis Redding.” Peter tapped to start the song. “Now, show me one of these Earth sunsets I’ve heard so much about.”

“It’s right there,” Parker said dryly, pointing at the western horizon as the first beats of the music began to play.


Character Sheet

//Witter here with a character sheet that I use. I hope it comes in handy!

“A quote from or about your character.”

     - Book, Chapter, Thought, Etc.

   General Information

Name: [The name you call them and they call themselves mainly; but if it isn’t their real biological name, make sure you note that information down somewhere]
Name Meaning: [Self explanatory]
Pronunciation: [Self explanatory]
Other Names: [Nicknames? Aliases?]
Titles: [A title they might have earned? Like ‘The Trouble Maker’ or ‘General’?]

Sex: [Self explanatory]
Gender: [Self explanatory]
Age: [Can add what they look like in terms of age]

Birth Date: [Were they born on Earth with our terms of years?]
Birth Place: [Self explanatory; where were they born?]

Species: [Human? Shape shifter? Alien?]
Home-Planet: [Earth? Mars? Completely made up planet?]
Nationality: [I think this goes without saying]
Occupation: [Space janitor? Mortician? Artist?]

Dominant Hand: [Ambi? Left? Right? Third Hand?]
Astrological Sign: [Leo? Cancer? Virgo? A completely new one?]
Blood Type: [Might come in handy]


Main Appearance: [Here’s where I put a detailed paragraph or two talking about the general description of my character, from skin color, to facial shape, to height/weight, hair color, birthmarks, scars, skin conditions, eye color, etc.]

Alternative Appearances: [This refers to other forms your character might have. Like, say they have a disguise or they’re a shape shifter]


Wardrobe: [Self explanatory]

Accessories: [Self explanatory]
Musical Instruments: [Self explanatory]
Piercings: [Self explanatory]
Hygiene: [Self explanatory]
Makeup: [Self explanatory]
Perfume / Cologne: [Self explanatory]
Scent: [Natural]
Tattoos: [Self explanatory- I usually put this and piercings up in Appearance, but if it’s feeling cluttered to you, this is fine]


Diet: [Self explanatory]
Exercise: [Self explanatory; how frequently?]
Fitness: [Self explanatory; Are they ‘in shape’?]
Posture: [Self explanatory]

Abnormalities: [In their health]
Aids: [Medicines, coping habits, Glasses, Hearing Aids, etc?]
Allergies: [Include their severity]
Diseases: [If they have any]
Illnesses: [If they have any]
Disorders: [If they have any]
Broken Bones: [If they have any]
Reason for Health: [This is a general explanation of how they might have come to have what they have, hereditary or if they fell from a tree and got a broken bone]


Accent / Dialect: [Self explanatory]
Voice: [Self explanatory; rough/delicate/raspy, etc]
Laughter: [Self explanatory; is it breathy? Bubbly? Almost too soft to hear?]
Impediments: [Self explanatory; stutters, etc.]


Languages: [Languages they might know]
Personality: [Self explanatory; this usually gets really long]


Outlook on Life: [Self explanatory]
Philosophy / Motto: [Self explanatory]


Priorities: [Self explanatory; goals they have in mind?]
Self Confidence: [Self explanatory; how they outwardly show it]
Self Control: [Self explanatory]
Self Esteem: [Self explanatory; this is how they feel deep inside]

Quirks: [Self explanatory; like, do they rub their neck a lot? Always fiddle with stuff?]
Hobbies: [Self explanatory]
Closet Hobbies: [Self explanatory; stuff they aren’t too keen on sharing]
Guilty Pleasures: [Self explanatory]

Habits: [Self explanatory]
Nervous Tics: [Self explanatory]
Soft Spots: [Self explanatory]

Most Prized Possession: [Self explanatory]
Collections: [Self explanatory]

Regrets: [Self explanatory]
Secrets: [Self explanatory]
Darkest Secret: [Self explanatory]
Pet Peeves: [Self explanatory]

Phobias: [Self explanatory]


Likes: [Self explanatory]
Dislikes: [Self explanatory]

Favorites: [Self explanatory; general things, such as favorite food, movie genre, music, etc]
Least Favorites: [Self explanatory]


Ability: [Self explanatory]
Position: [Self explanatory; position they find themselves when in combat, defense or offense, as well as if they’re leader, etc]
Weapon: [Self explanatory]
Element: [Self explanatory]
Martial Arts: [Self explanatory]
Strengths: [Self explanatory]
Weaknesses: [Self explanatory]
Restrictions: [Self explanatory]

   Home, Work, and Education

Abode: [What kind of place do they live in? Apartment? Duplex? House? What does the interior look like?]

Pets: [Self explanatory]
Roommates: [Self explanatory]

Sleep Patterns: [Self explanatory]
Eating Habits: [Self explanatory]


Mother: [Self explanatory]
Father: [Self explanatory]
Guardians: [Self explanatory]
Siblings: [Self explanatory]
Children: [Self explanatory]
Best Friend: [Self explanatory]
Close Friends: [Self explanatory]
Friends: [Self explanatory]
Team: [Self explanatory]
Acquaintances: [Self explanatory]
Rivals: [Self explanatory]
Enemies: [Self explanatory]


First Love: [Self explanatory]
Love Interests: [Self explanatory]
Significant Other: [Self explanatory]
Sexual and Romantic Orientation(s): [Self explanatory]


(Optional; but generally, this is how they react to what they’re feeling)



Background: [Self explanatory, but basically how they’ve grown up- their past, etc. that leads up to their story]

Earliest Memory: [Self explanatory]
Fondest Memory: [Self explanatory]
Worst Memory: [Self explanatory]


  • [If you’ve missed anything, you can add it here! Fun things to add: MBTI types, temperament, Hogwarts House, Pokemon Team, etc.]

anonymous asked:

How would Aizawa react if one of his students was his biggest fan? They would always cling to every word he says in class (even if it's not really important) and they aspire to be just like him. They would also stumble over their words a lot when asking him for advice because their are so exited. Kinda like Izuku was towards All Might before he came to Yuuei.

Aizawa Shouta

  • Would be a little bit confused in the beginning. I mean, he wasn’t the most popular hero and he certainly didn’t have the most outstanding aura as a hero so why on earth was this child looking at him so ecstatically.
  • Deep down he’d actually be having a meltdown because holy shit it’s sinking in that this kid is a fan of him and OMFG IS THAT AN ERASERHEAD LUNCH BOX?!?!?
  • Having posters and all sorts of Eraserhead merchandise in their room.

  • Taking notes of almost everything he says because this is the REAL Eraserhead in front of them and they didn’t want to miss a thing. 
  • During quirk assessments they flip out if Aizawa compliments their quirk annd practically short fuse.

  • Asking Izuku how to not come across as creepy and wanting to know how he managed to seperate his idolization of All Might from the classroom.
  • Aizawa secretly likes them the most cause, hey, as long as he doesn’t make it obvious then it’s okay to have favourites. 
12x15 Coda

Destiel, angst but happy ending, 847

“I’m going home.”

 Silence falls in the bunker as Sam and Dean share a look.

“C-Cas,” Dean breaks the heavy stillness. “You are home.”

“No, I mean Heaven, Dean. I’m going back to Heaven,” he finishes quietly.

Dean looks over at Sam, not wanting to ask the obvious question.

“But Cas,” Sam says, “Heaven… the angels… they-”

“They hate me. I know,” Cas concedes, dropping his head down. “But I’ve been given another chance. I’m going to be an angel again; a real one.” He looks over at Dean, his eyes wide as though he’s pleading for acceptance.

“What about us? What about life down here on Earth? What about-,” Dean gestures vaguely at Cas’ body, “what about you?“

Cas pulls at his trenchcoat. “I’ll be back. I just need to get my bearings back in Heaven.”

“That could take forever!” Dean protests. “And I don’t think that going back and forth to Earth is gonna help you get back into their good books. Especially not if you come to us.”

“I’ll make them understand.”

“No, you won’t. The other angels are just dicks, and once you’re up in Heaven, they’re never going to let you back down again.”

Cas sighs. He was expecting this response from Dean, but it still hurts to hear his anger. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Cas,” Sam says, “how do you know this isn’t a trap and that you won’t be imprisoned or killed even, when you go back.”

“I don’t,” Cas admits. “I just have to put some trust them again. They are my family after all.”

Dean snaps. “No, Cas! We’re your family. What’s up there that isn’t down here? What’s up there that’s so much better than staying down here with people who actually care about you?”

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas repeats. “I know you don’t understand, but I have to do this.” He looks desperately at Dean, but Dean just turns away.

Sam clears his throat, catching Cas’ attention. “Ok, but if you get in trouble, Cas, if you need our help we’ll be here.”

Cas nods gratefully and turns to leave. Neither of the Winchesters move until they hear the door to the bunker slam. Sam flinches, and in an instant Dean has pushed back from the table and started bounding up the stairs. He practically throws himself out of the bunker just as Cas is putting his key in the truck’s ignition.

“Cas!” Dean takes minute to compose himself. Cas takes his hand away from his keys, but does not look over at Dean. “I can’t let you leave.”

“I’m going where I belong,” Cas murmurs in reply.

“No, you’re not! The angels haven’t been your family for years, and Heaven hasn’t been your home for even longer. You said it yourself; we’re family. Do you not believe that?”

“I guess it was easier for me to tell you that when we were apart so often. But I can’t let these words go without consequence. When I told you I loved you back in that barn I meant it.”

“And now you’re running away from that?”

“It’s just that whenever I stay in the bunker with you and your family… It only serves to remind me that I’m not human.”

“You don’t need to be human,” Dean starts, but he sees Cas clench his jaw and decides that this is a bad argument. “Cas, just, get out of the car. Please.”

Cas sighs, though he does as Dean asks. The wall of the door no longer separates them, but Cas hunches inward slightly.

“We can fix this. Just stay. You can… you can come hunting with us.”

“Work for the British Men of Letters?” Cas frowns.

Dean shrugs. “I know, I don’t like them either. But all they do is find the cases.”

“So you’re on board with them killing all the supernatural creatures on Earth?”

Dean hesitates, sensing Cas’ change in tone from wary to bitter. “We’re only hunting monsters,” he says. “Like we always have.”

“Where will that end?” Cas’ face twists in pain and his voice lowers further than Dean thought was possible. “I’ve killed so many… I am a monster.”

Dean understands immediately. “And I would burn them all down if they so much as touch a hair on your head. I would rip their lungs out if they even-”

“It’s ok, Dean,” Cas stops him. A small smile flickers on his face.

“Is that what this is about?” Dean says softly. “You think I’m making this into an ‘us vs. them’ and you’re a part of the ‘them’? I’ve been a monster too, and so has Sam. We’ve started apocalypses, and there’s been so many people we haven’t been able to save.”

Dean steps in closer and grips Cas’ shoulder. The angel looks up at him, expression unreadable but gentle enough that Dean thinks he’s getting through to him.

“Stay. For us. For me,” Dean pleads. “Please, Cas. Just once more; choose me over them. You know I’ll always do the same for you.”

“I’ll stay, Dean. For you.”

Shiro's relationship with food

I recently read a post about Shiro’s body type, and in a reply it was brought up that it’s likely that he didn’t get a lot of nutrition, or just generally not a lot of food, in the Galra prisons.

So I was thinking about what that would mean for him and his relationship with food.

tldr: Shiro hoards food in his room, and doesn’t know when to eat, and is protective of his plate

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Amedot Bomb 9: Flirting

AN: Featuring our special guests, the Off-Colours! Also featuring me taking like five hundred words to get to the prompt, as usual.

#1: Flirting

To put it bluntly, Lars Barriga was not the most lucky person on Earth at this point in time.

Steven would tell him that it could be worse, and it probably could. Sure, he was stranded on a planet millions of light-years away from home, scurrying through dark, forgotten tunnels and avoiding the killer robots the planet’s fascistic government had sent after him. Sure, he had literally died and been resurrected as a florescent pink being he wasn’t quite sure was human. But it could be worse - he could still be dead, for a start. And his experiences with his new friends, the so-called ‘off-colour’ gems, were certainly helping him grow as a person.

But there were a lot of things he could certainly live without, and one of those things was Steven bursting out of his hair without warning.

“Sorry Lars,” Steven apologised as Lars pulled himself off the dusty ground.

“Would it kill you to warn-ah, don’t worry about it,” sighed Lars.

He climbed to his feet and realised that Steven hadn’t come alone.

“The Homeworld Kindergartens…I heard rumours about them, but I never imagined they were still here…”

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given that in the span of about 2 weeks or so, we had Nadeer dead, Mace dead, and Talbot now shot in the head, is it really shocking that someone decided to literally boot SHIELD off the planet?

i mean, three very public figures on either side of this inhumans/humans/SHIELD mess are down for the count, it literally is an unmitigated disaster

just imagine if this was the real world and we had a United States Senator bombed in her own office, the head of a federal agency washed up ashore with his bones in pieces, and a US military general shot in the head - whatever agency that’s caught up in it is not gonna recover

hey, maybe Fury stepped in and the team sent to space to relax while they fix things on earth

How They React To You (GF) Acting Sexy (GOT7)

Requested by a lovely anon <3

Feel free to send in requests guys! We do Reactions, Preferences, Fake Texts, and Scenarios! Just tell us who you want, what you want, and how you want it! <3

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Author: Taebaby

JB: He’d loooove seeing this side of you not even low-key. You’d get him so excited and hot that he prob wouldn’t be able to control himself and get a little rough with you (but hey thats ok, you’d love it every time)

JR: He’d be a shy little sweetheart if you guys were in public, but if you were in private… fuckin 0 to 100 real quick let me tell ya. But I bet he’d really love to just sit back let you dance for him, a show for his eyes only (♥ω♥ ) ~♪

YOUNGJAE: It would make him SUPER happy no lie (even though he’s already basically like sunshine I mean really) he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you and when he did you’d be in for a night of crazy bed earthquakes (some real sexual healin’, ya get me)

JACKSON: Shit, he’d do it right back. He’s no rookie when it comes to all that so I feel like he’d act real confident and try to match your speed. Needless to say he’d prob end up running you over (but I mean like, do you care even?)

MARK: Mmm my sweet little american boy. Let’s just say he’s no stranger to getting down ok, so he’d know exactly what to do when you started sendin him the signal (I mean, look at all the flips he can do, do you ever wonder what this boy man could do in a bed?) *Also, I feel like he’d like a show, kinda like JR

BAMBAM: (My beautiful dab-prince, I would follow you to the ends of the earth) That being said, I feel like he would most def get the hint immediately that you wanted his attention and he would give it to you (boy, would he give it to you)

YUGYEOM: Ah, the maknae, you sneaky little sexy bastard. I bet he’d pretend not to notice what you were doing, trying to tease you back, but being the youngin he is (young to us at least, we noonas y’all) he would most definitely not be able to hold back

Fanfic quotes from Bellow Diamond Human AU

Quotes from Rich girls can’t fanfics

Yellow Diamond-Jaune Diamond

Blue Diamond- Azula Morgan

White Diamond-Gale Ivory

Pink Diamond- Paris Chatterton


Rich girls can’t cook:

Jaune: So, if chicken nuggets take four minutes, then this whole chicken should take 40 minutes in the microwave, right?

Butler: Ma’am Diamond that’s not—

Jaune: Hey, my mother didn’t make me in charge of his real-estate empire just because I’m his kid so 40 minutes and Azula will be wowed by my down to earth cooking and life skills—

Azula: what’s going on here?

Jaune: I didn’t ruin dinner and then order take out if that’s what your implying

Azula: I……………………uh…………………..

Rich girls can’t Camp

Jaune: Where’s the bathroom?

Azula: Any tree you want

Jaune: Ew, okay then how about we go to the cabin then.

Azula: you mean tent, right?

Jaune: What! No! I mean a cabin: with walls, a door, an air conditioner and a toilet!

Azula: Use the tree!

Jaune: No Dammit!

Rich girls can’t drink

Gale: Take your top off!

Azula: Who is she?

Jaune: We went to boarding school together…….

Azula: you went to boarding school?

Jaune: Yeah…..

Azula: All girls

Jaune: yeah…

Azula: no wonder your gay

Paris: I’ll show you my tits for $50 bucks!

Jaune: who is that?

Azula: my marketing and sales manager

Jaune: You let that run your marketing department?

Azula: Hey, she just got $50 bucks off your friend so I think she knows how to market herself, okay.

Jaune: You’re What? No! Gale stop throwing money everywhere!

Gale: I am tittie Santa!

Jaune: Gale stop it!

Rich girls can’t drive stick shift

Paris: Put your hand on the stick

Gale: your making this weird (Placing hand on shifter)

Paris: Now take your other hand and place it on the wheel.

(Gale does as directed)

Paris: Now take that big dick and move it to the right

Gale: What?!

Paris: Now take that big STICK and move it to the right

Gale: You did not say stick the first time!

Paris: Well judging by the way we didn’t move when you did—only means to me you don’t know your way around a dick—

Gale: Stick!

Paris: C’mon have some fun here, play with my stick!

Gale: You’re such a vulgar—

Paris: You’re a lesbian, aren’t you?

Gale: Gaaaaah!!!!!

anonymous asked:

While ppl are worried about B/cho and B/aven, I'm sitting here worrying about what is going to happen to Bellamy. 6 yrs is a long ass time, lots of crazy things could have happened up there. To start off, surviving off Algea for 6 yrs will make anyone who's used to eating real food grumpy as hell. Idk, I guess I'm worried that he's going to become the Bellamy from season 3 especially if the group came into contact with the ppl from the ship that came down to earth. 1/2

I thought I read from JR’s interview that they are prisoners and are definitely the opposite of what the 100 are like which to me means that they’re mostly bad/evil? The latter freaks me out more than a relationship we (logical people) know won’t last tbh. 2/2

I’m with you. The shipping doesn’t bother me. I am worried about Bellamy on that dead tincan. And the rest of course, but mostly Bellamy. I wonder even if they’ll all make it to the next season. And I’m not looking forward to having a long drawn out reunion process. Just because can we please have them back together now?

And yes. Eligius is a penal mining colony. Prisoners. And that he pointed out they were a different kind of prisoner from our warm and fuzzy delinquents, that definitely is worrisome.

 However, I like to remember that they do NOT do things in terms of black and white on this show and even though they are probably hardened criminals, they won’t all be, and there will be some sympathetic characters on that ship. You’ve got to remember that at this point, most of our heroes are at least partly responsible for mass murders. Some say that’s war. They’re all hardened.

And I am excited to see a new group of survivors, actually. That’s always fun and I”m so sick of freaking grounders and their “oh the sky is gray today let’s blame the sky people,” attitude. 

anonymous asked:

i am having a really terrible week and bucky comforting a sad withdrawn steve with lots of kisses and cute names until he can't help but giggle would cheer me right up if you want to write a really short fic about that please :?

of course Anon!! this is really fluffy and all for you!! 

“Hey,” Bucky says, when he sees Steve sitting on the couch — the TV is on but he isn’t looking at it, and his sketchpad lays closed on the coffee table.

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Have you ever thought about if Aliens came down to a club on earth they would think that we were all like simultaneously melting or something. Like dancing is so weird. They would hear some noises coming out of an electronic device and humans would began thrusting everywhere. Then they would think that during a battle or something they could render humans useless by playing music but obviously we don’t HAVE to dance and we would destroy them. But they would for sure think we were weird the whole time.

the types// short description

This is just based on the ppl I’ve met and seen so plz don’t be offended if it’s nothing like u(:

ISTJ- holy super nit picky, kinda judgemental but vry nice don’t believe they mean to be. super smart, and organized, honestly envy their practicality 👌🏻this is random but has a genuine nice smile and is just rlly real and down to earth

Isfj- sweethearts, it’s like almost like I kinda dont trust them tho kinda give me a weird vibe, I think it’s cause their just so nice and I’m not used to it lmao. Very good at art, and artistic things in general.

ISTP- psychossss… again don’t be offended just by personal experience holy shit it’s like they got no feels to me idk they just creep me out man

ISFP-creative, appreciative of the arts, likes beautiful things, tends to be happy or rlly angry.

INTP- low key nerds, but they’ve got a soft side and quite sweet. always laughs at my idiocy, and rlly super chill.

INFP- sometimes just cries for no reason and laughs at themselves cause they don’t know why their sad, loves poetry and art, finds beauty in sadness, can be salty but on the inside 110% empathetic and sweet

INTJ- ugh. sorry. Thinks their the shit yet does stuff wrong bugs the hell out of me, literally acts like their so sweet but I can see right through it they’re self involved assholes who think they’re always right and the worst thing is 99% of the time they ain’t, anyways these are just my impressions of a few of these.

INFJ- love em!!! Perfect balance of sadness/happiness, bubbliness/saltiness etc etc it’s like their multiple personality but idk why I just dig these ppl. Sometimes act like they’re your therapist which I like cause I need one but some ppl find hella annoying

ESTJ- these peeps give me mixed feelings \: it’s like i either love u and wanna hang out with u everyday for a week cause ur fun and the life of the party yet still practical and organized, or I get so sick of u that I try to avoid u cause ur a lil too extra sometimes for me

ESFJ- happy happy people, so bubbly that I think is this personal mentally unstable but nah it’s just that ur not sad like meeeee lmao convos with u r the best and ur sweet and u love doggies

ESTP- thinks they the shit… kinda annoying but they’re low key Beyoncé so I’ll let it happen.

ESFP- always happy and kinda like a dog 🐶 very sweet and cute and perfect way too precious for this world 💕

ENTP- just very logic based and very not feelings based… not bad… just can’t relate bro

ENFP- so sweet and happy and laughs at all my stupid jokes! Totally doesn’t judge you. Good at gymnastics just kinda does flips randomly when happy. Always smiling and it’s genuine.

ENTJ- pretty much the social, better at hiding it version of the intj… ugh.. kill me…

ENFJ- there’s this one person that they absolutely love and worship and would do anything for and sometimes donn rlly pay attention to anyone else tbh, very caring, overly motherlyyy