double technical

“I want to go home.”

A Spirited Away AU @sumyna (check out her TeruMob one!) and i have been thinking about… I’ve been calling it “The Lost Brothers and the Dragon Twins”. More about it + bigger picture of the brothers under the cut!

(🌿 background from the movie 🌿)

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Humans Are Weird

Aliens have a sense of humor, but they don’t understand why humans use humor and/or sarcasm for EVERYTHING.
Signs of friendship, signs of hatred, sadness, happiness, stress, etc.- all humans seem to have a kneejerk reaction to say something terribly inappropriate.
And just imagine aliens getting so offended. Like, when humans gather and talk about past atrocities, chances are at least ONE person will crack a joke. (”Bush did 9/11!”; “The Salem Witch Trials were *hot*.”; etc.) and the aliens just being like ???? how DARE you disrespect those sentient beings’ hardships?????
And the humans going lol chill it was terrible but ultimately stupid.
And the aliens just growing more confused and somewhat offended as they continue to talk to humans.
(ALSO, trying to talk to humans about things that are wrong with them is near impossible- they will crack jokes about their depression, anxiety, PTSD, abusive home life, etc. and you won’t even know it’s an actual problem unless they flat out tell you.)
In addition, an alien race that keeps their sexual lives entirely private/sacred/just don’t talk about sex being BAFFLED by all the sex jokes we tell. And just basically having a conniption as we make innocent things seem so dirty (Alien 1: Wow, that’s big, Person 1: Not as big as this! *thrust* BOOYA! *People going “OHHHH” in the background. Someone screams “Kobe!” and successfully makes a was of paper in the trashbin. The disgusted aliens are, once again, reluctantly impressed*)

Feel free to write a short story-thing to this (please do). I might write something, but sci-fi is NOT my area, and I’m just very overwhelmed. But yeah, humans and aliens and robots, my dude. (ALSO, people with blue eyes are technically mutants. Double also? Humans have a mutant gene where we’re bone with five fingers instead of the six we apparently should have; although the six is almost always not very useful/difficult to maneuver.) 

Racing for Keeps

“Still sure about this?” Q asked without looking away from the red starting light above the center of the race track. 

“I’m not exactly getting cold feet,” Bond said, eyeing the way Q’s beautiful long fingers curled around the steering wheel. 

“No takebacks,” Q continued as though he hadn’t heard him. “No ‘one more thing’s; if I beat your time, Q Branch keeps the car.” 

Bond’s time had been good—hard to beat. But Q’s brain was in this car’s engines, his blood in the motor oil. Nothing was certain. 

The red light turned yellow. Q’s fingers tightened on the wheel and his leg twitched above the accelerator. 

“Now we’ll see how you handle a stick,” Bond said, just before the light turned green and the Aston leaped forward.

Whether Bond kept the car or not, he had already won one hell of a ride. 

Notes: Written for the MI6 Cafe’s April drabble/doodle challenge! 

Step-Siblings Jonathan, Will, and Eleven Headcanon Post!

  • When they first move in, Jonathan offers up his room to El and assures her that he can bunk with Will if she likes. El declines, she wants to know what it’s like to room with a sibling, to not be alone in an empty room.
  • Will is extremely generous, they literally split the room in half and all of the kids come over to help paint murals on the wall to make it as colorful and lively as possible. So that no matter how scary her nightmares get, El will always wake up to a room she knows is safe and full of love.
  • They paint all of their DnD characters, El doesn’t quite understand the game yet but she likes the idea of having strong double personalities because she technically does have one in a way. 

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She might be able to head to the local Bug n Tall for pants but when it comes to tops its mostly wraps and shawls. Still prefers brighter colors but sometimes ya gotta be more subtle when you’re on the lam. (then again she’s posssssibly not the best person ask for advice on subtlety.)

One article that shows up a lot is a plain red scarf. She wears it so much some of her associates take to calling her a redhead.

(I threw in some hokey cutout-filtered takes too because theyre lovely in some tip-a-my-tongue kinda way)

anonymous asked:

And what makes you so sure, honestly? Like, besides the over the top photoshop theories, what makes you think he's not his baby? I know some of you talk about how Liam talks about bear vs how Louis talks about Freddie, but you need to realize that there's not a formula on how to talk about your kid, every parent is different! And my main question is: why the hell would they make him have a fake baby??? Do you really think Louis (and his family) would be cool and play along with that???

What makes me so sure? *cracks knuckles*

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Siouxsie, Dazzle, 1984

‘I don’t think I spoke one word to her. Wrapped up in my technicalities and double-exposure trickery. So most of the time she spent talking to Al McDowell from Rocking Russian, and just patiently posed when required’

Photo: Brian Griffin


so this is my fic for @hunkandpidgeweek day one, lions/elements! this fic is completely platonic; do not tag as h//idge.


Over the few months Pidge had known Hunk, she had come to realize that he fit the role of guardian spirit of earth that the yellow lion entailed more than well.

When she had first met him, her initial thought had been, “Wow. He’s a boulder.” Then she had seen his kind face, and she thought, “Or maybe a teddy bear.” But then Pidge saw Hunk’s eyes.

Below a thin mask of welcoming was an undertone of something…judgemental. It was faint, and any onlooker would have missed it, but yup, Hunk was judging her, almost looking into her soul. It made Pidge uncomfortable, that a guy could make her take so many double-takes (well, technically, a single triple-take. But whatever.) Pidge could only wonder what Hunk was judging when he reached out his hand with a, “Hi, I’m Hunk.”

Then Commander Iverson had come over, and she, Hunk, and a lanky and talkative boy named Lance, all saluted, which gave Pidge the perfect chance to walk away and do what she had come to the garrison for: find her family (and Shiro).

As she went into the commander’s office, Pidge felt the unsettling prick of eyes on her back. She was being watched - and judged. She didn’t like it.

Later that night, after a long day of sorting through information on Kerberos and her family and Shiro, dodging Lance’s attempts of conversations, and feeling the unsettling weight of eyes on her, Pidge was staring up at her ceiling from her bed, just thinking over everything.

When her mind came to Hunk, she thought of the different thoughts she had had on him. He was a boulder - no, a teddy bear - no, something else. Hunk was a walking contradiction, someone who could be your best friend or your worst enemy with the flip of a coin. He would be endlessly kind to you, but Pidge had a sneaking suspicion that he was judgemental to the grave.

There was only one other contradiction that big, Pidge thought. The earth. Not the planet, specifically, but rather the rockiness of it - Hunk could be sharp, dry, and ready to destroy someone in an instant, like a desert, but he could also be kind, welcoming, and ready to offer all the hospitality in the world, much like the soil, the very fabric of the world, which powered all life.

Pidge rubbed her eyes. If she was psychoanalyzing her classmates to the point of metaphors, she really needed to sleep.


A few weeks later, Pidge was up in space - fucking space - with Hunk, Lance, Shiro, a mysterious kid named Keith, and two aliens. Oh, yeah, and she was the pilot of a magical green robot lion. Sure, why not?

Granted, everyone had their own lion (excluding the two aliens, Allura and Coran). Lance had the blue lion, making him the guardian spirit of water. Pidge supposed it fit well enough - she hadn’t gotten to know Lance too well, but he did make a habit of talking about the beach and swimming at any given time, so being correlated with water definitely fit.

Keith had the red lion, and was thus the guardian spirit of fire. Pidge definitely saw this. Keith had a fiery personality, always ready to fight anyone, whenever. Also, the first time she met him he had set a bunch of shit on fire, so.

Shiro had the black lion, guardian spirit of air, which Pidge thought fit a little too well. Shiro had always been strong, unwavering, and wise, much like the qualities of air demanded, and he was also a born leader - despite just escaping captivity from an evil alien species called the Galra, Shiro had squared his shoulders and led a team of teenagers through a war. Pidge admired him greatly for it.

And then, there was Hunk.

He was the paladin of the yellow lion, the guardian spirit of earth. When Pidge had first heard this, she had been confused as to how Allura and Coran knew what earth was, or why they called it that. (Was the term “earth” universal?) Then she had realized that she was right about Hunk. Pidge took delight in that. She loved being right.

Hunk needed to have a strong heart, and Pidge…was definitely sure he did. Hunk had a strong everything, really.

He had strong opinions, Pidge had found out. When Hunk had any thoughts on…anything, really, he made sure to voice them. If Hunk was suspicious of you, you were sure to find out, because he would say so right off the bat.

Hunk also, as Allura had said when assigning paladin to lion, had a strong heart. He constantly reminded everyone how much he cared for them, either by hugging them tightly or by proclaiming, with tears in his eyes, how much he just loved everyone to bits and that he would do anything to see them happy. Pidge admired his ability to be so open in caring for others - ever since her brother and her father disappeared, Pidge had closed herself off, building solid armor around her heart so she would never suffer like she had when the news first came that her family was gone.

Pidge admired Hunk for his physical strength, too. She had seen him lift up Lance in one hand and Keith in the other to shut both of them up, one time. It belonged in a book of records.

Hunk was pretty intelligent, as well. No, that was an understatement. He was really fucking smart. Sometimes, Pidge would ramble on about robots and tech, and she would expect to see everyone half-listening, but then Hunk would come in with his own ramble, and then they’d be building a robot together that served the sole purpose of playing the intro to “Careless Whisper” by George Michael, because why not.

All in all, Hunk had proven himself, on multiple occasions, to be just as strong as the earth. Pidge thought that was pretty cool.


Pidge swung her feet aimlessly off the table, listening to Hunk chatter about algorithms and the mechanics of the castle.

“It’s amazing,” he said. “Like, they’ve built a spaceship that manages to be airtight and retain an almost endless amount of oxygen, as well as being a warship, and a residential place, all wrapped up in one castle. That’s awesome, I think.”

“Not to mention that there’s literally a never ending amount of food, too,” Pidge pointed her finger at the empty plate of food goo she had been eating previously. “We haven’t had to restock on that once.”

“I wonder how that works,” Hunk asked, putting a hand to his chin. “Do they recycle our wastes?”

Pidge felt her face turn green. “Hunk,” she said, “that’s gross.”

“It’s practical,” he said.

“Ugh, aren’t you the one with the weak stomach?”

“When I’m flying upside down at extremely fast speeds, yes,” Hunk said. “Talking about logical ways to conserve and recycle food? No.”

“Blegh,” Pidge made a throwing up sound, even pretending to keel over as she did so. “You really took home those reduce, reuse, recycle messages from school, didn’t you?”

“I mean, I am the earth paladin,” Hunk said.

Pidge straightened up, nodding. “You know, you really fit that role, I think.”

“How so?” Hunk asked, quirking his head to the side.

“For starters, you’re strong as fuck. Like, remember that time you picked up Shiro by the neck of his paladin armor?” Hunk let out a hard breath of air, kind of laughing. (It was the laugh you do when you see something funny on the Internet, Pidge thought.) “Also, you have a ‘strong heart,’ credit to Allura for the quote. And strong opinions, and basically strong everything. Besides your stomach, obviously.”

“Pidge, that’s…really nice that you realized all that,” Hunk gathered her in a hug, squeezing just a little too hard. He pulled away after Pidge started to wheeze a bit. “For what it’s worth, you’re a pretty good forest paladin.”

Pidge raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah! I mean, you’re super smart - didn’t Allura say the green lion needed an intuitive paladin? Anyway, you managed to hack into the garrison’s computers, like holy shit. That was awesome. And you’re curious, too, because I’m fairly certain you wouldn’t crawl around in the vents all day spying on people if you weren’t. You’re an awesome paladin, Pidge.” Hunk grinned as he said this, and Pidge had never been more grateful for his friendship in her life.

She crushed Hunk in a hug of her own. “Wow, Hunk, you’re an awesome friend,” she said.

Hunk nodded against her shoulder. “Yeah,” he said, “I know. Also, you too!”

Pidge laughed. “Thanks,” she said.

Hunk was just like the earth - strong, sturdy, and extremely contradictory. Pidge was so, so glad to be his friend.


Build Your City - Realistic Window Walls Mega Pack

I’ve been meaning to do this for such a long time now, since there seemed to be something wrong with my old version of these walls, and today I finally came round to re-do them and create new files. Yay!

What you’ll be getting:

  • 2 package files
  • one with 48 swatches
  • one with 29 swatches
  • contains previously published swatches + a bunch of new ones

additional information: I had to do 2 package files due to different UV-Scale numbers of the images in S4S. Package #2  (29 swatches) is not entirely perfect, as it contains one swatch where the texture somehow went missing (a question mark will appear there) and one doubled swatch, so it’s technically 31 in total. I hope you can forgive me this little mistake! Also note that you can replace the old files you have of these walls in your folders now. - However, the new files won’t override these automatically, so if you’ve used them, you need to place the wallpaper again.


Download Part 1 (48 swatches)

Download Part 2 (29 swatches)


If you use them:

  • please credit/tag me in your posts (#carlinvauses)
  • don’t claim as your own
  • and as always, if there should still be any problems, please message me and I’ll try my very best to help! ♥

and last but not least, thank you to @blackmojitos & @savage-sims for these kick-ass preview pictures! :*

Lullaby - Sleepless in Chicago

Okay, so, what started as a I need fluff fic has left me wanting more and apparently leaving @queseraone needing more!. Lullaby is now going to be a multi-chapter fic detailing Linstead as parents! It’s not in any kind of order, more just a snapshot of their lives if they had a baby! If anyone has any prompts they’d like to see, feel free to drop them to me!

A huge thank you to everyone who liked, reviewed, reblogged the first chapter, because without that? This one wouldn’t be here. You guys are amazing.

Lullaby part one is here, should you want to read it, but you absolutely don’t have to for this to make sense. 

More fluff in which Erin is exasperated, Jay is exhausted and the Cookie Monster is an excellent distraction for babies. 

Sleepless in Chicago

He’d always had a routine. Get up, work out, shower, go to work, come home, eat, sleep. Repeat. It wasn’t necessarily pretty, but it was functional and it got him to where he wanted it to be. Then, however, then Jay had become a fiancé and a dad in the space of 6 months and really, everything had hit the fan and flipped it all on its head.

Getting up had become internally yelling at the alarm because didn’t he just get to sleep? Working out was a whole lot of running up and down stairs, doing a whole bunch of crunches because it made Millie laugh, walking around and rocking a baby. Ruzek had joked about his dadbod, which was quickly shut down by Burgess who had given him a look and he’d apologized profusely. Working was different, too. The thrill of chasing after a suspect was dulled because the worry of leaving Erin alone with a baby for the rest of her life considering the incident, or her having to take care of him too, after the last time? Generally, put enough fear into him for him to watch his six as he did it.

Eating? Well, that was done quickly; hot foods were usually eaten cold and cold food usually eaten warm, and even then? Snack food was so much easier than making a meal – although he always made sure that Erin had eaten at least one decent meal and Millie seemed to drink a lot of milk, so his girls were always taken care of. Sleeping? Eh. Sleeping happened when it needed to. Jay always made sure Erin got sleep because she was the primary caregiver and he was her tag team partner when he was home, which sometimes was only for 6/7 hours a day, most of it being spent on getting some sleep for himself. Erin always pouted, however, when he took a long time to come to bed. Erin was the one who made sure he got some time for sleep, the one who made sure he was eating something significant, the one who made sure he knew he was appreciated and loved.

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Whumptober Day 7 - Guilt

Is it just me or are these getting longer and longer lol. Okay so life with my kids is crazy lately with daddy gone for a bit. So only one again today. Maybe I can play catch up this weekend when I have grandparents around to help with the minions. As usual, unbeta’d so be forgiving :) 

You can find this on and Ao3 for your reading convenience as well.

Read the rest of my Whumptober 2017 prompt fills here.

This one is a Modern AU - my first attempt at such for this fandom so…we’ll see what you think.

“Do you have a shot?”

Aramis lifted his head from where he was looking through the scope of his rifle, narrowing his eyes at the scene before him. He hoped that perhaps he had misread the situation, but it appeared the same as it had through the scope. He lowered his head again, focusing on the magnified image.

“Diablo, do you have a shot?” Athos demanded over their comms.

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