Quantum mechanics is a branch of physics that deals with describing and explaining the behavior of all matter and light at an atomic and subatomic scale using mathematical equations. There are a great deal of interesting theories and paradoxes that arise in quantum physics and here a a couple of my favourites.
Quantum teleportation allows for the exact state of an atom or photon to be transmitted from one location to another. When sending matter from point A to point B, it is simultaneously destroyed at point A and and exact replica appears at point B. Unfortunately teleporting a living human would cause them to be destroyed and then an exact copy of them with the exact same memories is what would appear.
Remote detection of eavesdropping is the basis of quantum encryption. Quantum entanglement allows us to detect whether or not a quantum message between sender and receiver has been intercepted in transit no matter how far away the eavesdropper was. However, you would only know that someone had intercepted your message and would never be able to find out who, or how it happened.
I’ve always sorta wanted to be Spiderman. He’s not one of those full-time freaks. He gets to hang around, just eavesdropping and observing without necessarily being seen. I’ve always been something of an eavesdropper, and all my lyrics come from stuff I catch while I’m just, uh, hanging around. I think a web would be the making of me as a songwriter.
Bitty picks up after the third ring, rolling his eyes fondly and wiping his hands, again, on the nearby dishtowel. This boy. They only just hung up two minutes ago.
“Hey, Sweetheart, I thought you had to–“
“I love you,” Jack interrupts.
Bitty grips the edge of the kitchen countertop with his free hand and swallows hard. His whole body goes perfectly still, while his tongue darts out to lick his lips and his eyes glance sideways to check for eavesdroppers. Coach is at work, and Mama is at the store, but he feels like this moment is far too good to be true, and so far too wonderful to allow for any of the privacy he’d like.
“Jack–“ he starts and stops.
Jack doesn’t seem to mind, barreling on ahead. “I was going to tell you that at graduation honestly, but, uh, I suppose kissing you felt more pressing. And then when I texted you afterwards, I was going to text you exactly what I should have said from the start, but I couldn’t figure out how. And then, crisse, suddenly it’s a month later, and Bits, I just– I can’t keep not saying it. I’m so sorry but I can’t.”
Bitty brings his hand up from the counter to cover his mouth against a whispered scream. A couple of tears have made their way down his cheeks despite his attempts to hold them back.
“… Bittle?” Jack says hesitantly. “Eric? God, I’m sorry if I– I shouldn’t have–“
“No, oh honey, no, Jack, I’m just. I’m overwhelmed is all. But in a good way.”
Jack swallows heavily. “The thing is, Bits, that I wouldn’t have kissed you at all that day if I didn’t already love you. That’s… not how I work. That’s not how I– how I’m built. But if it’s too soon– if it makes you uncomfortable…”
“Oh Lord, Jack, you think I– Let me be clear on one thing here, Mr. Zimmermann, and that is that I’ve been in love with you for longer than can possibly be good for me. I just never thought you’d… Well. Point is, don’t you ever doubt yourself with me, Honey, because I love you so much I could cry from it.”
Bitty listens to Jack take a deep breath in and out, Bitty’s knees trembling, his hands shaking. “I love you too, Bits. So much.”
Bitty’s knees finally do give out at that and he stumbles a step forward until he reaches the tiled floor, bracing one hand against the cupboard directly in front of him and just next to the stove. “Tell me in person? Not that I don’t believe you, but… Tell me again when you’re in front of me? Please?”
“Of course,” Jack vows. “And every day after that.”
Bitty chuckles breathlessly. “Charmer.”
“I mean it.”
“I don’t doubt you, Honey, but I don’t think any of this is going to feel entirely real to me until I have you within arm’s reach again.”
Jack is quiet for a long moment. And then… “Alright. How does early July look for you?”
November is halfway done and I’ve succeeded at a story a day so far. It feels good. Just need to keep the momentum going for another 15.
Darcy didn’t mean to overhear, but when the guy standing in front of her in line at the coffeeshop started making fun of Hawkeye over the phone, well, she couldn’t stay quiet. Nobody got away with trash talking her favourite hero.
Perhaps Snape should’ve realised
something was amiss from the outset. For when he arrived with his tale of caution, Dumbledore didn’t respond with gratitude for informing him that two of his
Order members were in Voldemort’s line of fire.
Instead, he responded with opportunistic
We know that Dumbledore was leading a losing battle in the early 80s. The Order were outnumbered 20 to 1. Sirius discussed how Voldemort had won over the wizarding community and even when his intentions became clear, not many dared defy him.
Things were bleak. That is, until the fateful night when Trelawney unleashed the prophecy.
“My – our – one stroke of good fortune was that the eavesdropper was
detected only a short way into the prophecy and thrown from the building.”
I think the ‘my’ is critical – because this truly is about Dumbledore. The events of that night were not good
fortune for Snape, or James, or Lily, or Harry, or Voldemort, or Neville, or
Frank, or Alice, or Sirius – or well, anyone.
But it was a stroke of good fortune for Dumbledore, because the eavesdropper
was allowed to roam freely with just enough information to set the wheels of
the prophecy in motion.
Harry is rightly furious when he hears about the night in question. Interestingly, he doesn’t think about
Dumbledore’s role in proceedings – he blames Voldemort for committing the
murders, Pettigrew for betraying his parents, and Snape for spreading the
But why doesn’t he think about
Dumbledore’s role, and why one of the most powerful wizards in the world – the wizard
who defeated Grindelwald – was unable to prevent a scrawny teenager from
scurrying back to Voldemort?
Dumbledore states that prophecies only come true if people put stock in
them. Had only Dumbledore heard the prophecy, it would’ve been of no
use…Voldemort would never have acted upon it and then he couldn’t have been
defeated. Oh no – far better to let Snape run loose with his tongue, and allow
a child to do what Dumbledore could not: defeat the Dark Lord.
So, Lily and James go into hiding – but why didn’t Dumbledore act as their
Secret Keeper, which was ultimately their undoing?
It’s simple: James and Lily didn’t trust Dumbledore.
In PoA, we learn that Peter had been passing information to Voldemort for a
year prior to Lily and James’ deaths. Presumably, Dumbledore was aware from his
own spy in Voldemort’s camp that information was being passed.
And this is where it all gets dicey for Dumbledore.
Snape has joined his ranks, and promised him, “Anything.” But
there’s potentially a caveat – Snape didn’t turn to Dumbledore and say,
“Voldemort’s insane, I didn’t sign up for this!” Snape turns to Dumbledore and
begs him to protect Lily. If Lily walks free, Snape could return to Voldemort’s
side…especially if Voldemort keeps his word – and why wouldn’t he keep a
promising young Death Eater forever in his debt for such little outlay?
Inadvertently, Snape gives Dumbledore the secondary motivation that he needs
to put Lily and James in the line of fire – if Lily dies, he will retain his
spy…a guilt ridden spy who would be prepared to do anything to avenge Lily’s
death. What better weapon could he wish for?
But Lily and James trust Dumbledore, so it’s not as simple as turning them
away without losing them from the cause entirely. So Dumbledore starts to
behave in a manner that might just arouse a little suspicion.
“…the Cloak, the true magic of which, of course, is that it can be used to protect and shield others as well as its owner.”
James inherited one of the Hallows – the one that allowed him to hide from Death. His family are in mortal danger, and yet Dumbledore asks to study the cloak a few days prior to their demise? He doesn’t think it’s best that the Potters keep the only item reported to allow people to ‘hide from Death’ himself?
Dumbledore tells Harry in DH that he only had the cloak for a few days, but
we know from Lily’s letter to Sirius that this isn’t true; Dumbledore certainly
had the cloak for weeks…August seems likely. Other invisibility cloaks were
available, and Dumbledore himself states in PS that he doesn’t require a cloak
to make himself invisible.
So what’s Dumbledore’s justification for keeping the cloak from the Potters
at the time they need it most? (I know he says, “I was blinded by the Hallows,”
but Dumbledore is the master of misdirection.)
Back to September 1981. Severus Snape joins Hogwarts as Potions Master and
Head of Slytherin. Did this news trickle back to the Order? If Lily was happy to brand her best friend a
wannabe Death Eater back at school, did she and her husband really think that
Snape could be wholeheartedly trusted? It’s
not unreasonable to think that James and Lily may have wondered if Snape was a
spy for Voldemort, and they may have believed Dumbledore’s decision making had
Dumbledore certainly seems untrustworthy:
he’s holding their cloak, he hired Severus Snape and Lily’s letter
refers to Bagshot’s tales about Grindelwald.
Furthermore, Dumbledore must have warned the Potters that they had a traitor
in their midst. So whilst he’s acting
suspiciously himself, he plants the idea that one of the Marauders is a
traitor. He’s adding insulting to
injury, by casting aspersions amongst people that James has known and loved for
half of his life.
“No, I think you’re like James,” said Lupin, “who would have regarded it as the height of dishonour to mistrust his friends.”
Is it this belief that pushes James away from Dumbledore to Sirius, and
therefore to Peter?
Dumbledore makes it publicly known that he’s offered to be Secret Keeper,
thereby preventing any condemnation when the Potters ultimately select
another. Dumbledore is absolutely the
best person for the job, and yet he doesn’t demand the role. Yes, he’s high profile but if Voldemort had
been able to kill Dumbledore, he’d have done it already. James may trust Sirius with his life – but Sirius
was too obvious a choice, and would’ve been slaughtered.
So why does Lily agree to this course of action? If my child’s life was threatened, I wouldn’t
have turned down the offer of protection from a powerful wizard such as
Dumbledore in favour of a weak wizard such as Pettigrew – friend or not. She must’ve agreed with James – that
Dumbledore had been acting suspiciously, and couldn’t be trusted with their
The irony of the Fidelius Charm is that it makes them sitting ducks. They believe they’re impossible to locate – in fact,
they’re so oblivious, neither adult has their wand on their person when
We know that Voldemort wasn’t overly bothered about James and Lily; he was after Harry. But Dumbledore has to put James and Lily in harm’s way, otherwise their protection of their son would mean that Voldemort wouldn’t have the opportunity to mark Harry as his equal.
Dumbledore had many opportunities to prevent Voldemort from reaching
the Potters, yet he actively steered away from this course of action, all
whilst quietly protesting that he’d done his best.
Worst of all, Snape unwittingly gave him all of the ammunition he needed – he delivered
the half prophecy, he pledged his undying allegiance to Dumbledore, he narrowed
down the targets to the Potters and presumably, he continued to feed Dumbledore
with information during 1981. Had Snape not asked for his help, Dumbledore may
have found it much more difficult to see that the prophecy was enacted.
Remember: we only care that Lily and James died because we see the series from Harry’s perspective. Do we really care about the members of the Order who died in 80/81? Of course not.
Dumbledore was gifted an opportunity that was too good to pass up…this wasn’t
just the whisper of possibly being able to ambush Voldemort - this was
an explicit promise that someone would appear with the power to vanquish
the Dark Lord.
His back was against the wall. He either accepted that he’d lose two strong Order members - which was
entirely probable anyway, given the danger that they were all facing -
but was comforted by the idea that they would finally have hope…or he
kept the prophecy quiet and kept fighting the battle in the same way
they’d done for the previous 3 years, with no real belief that they’d
have a breakthrough.
Dumbledore made the
correct decision, and that’s why he was leader of the Order – sometimes you
have to sacrifice a few battles in order to win the war.
Hell yeah I can! Thank you for sending this, it was honestly a blast to write :)
Two Shits in a Pod:
“Ask Levi about capturing a Titan, finish reading the
reports, get a snack, report to Erwin, and if time – take a shower.” Humming
the to-do list under her breath, Hanji jogged up the stairs, taking them two at
If she was lucky, the talk with Levi wouldn’t take long.
Though they had kept it quiet, for the better part of the last two years
they’d been in a relationship. Well…they’d had relations. Levi wasn’t the most communicative of partners and she
hadn’t felt the need to label whatever they had between them. But nonetheless, whatever it was, it did give her a bit of
leverage when dealing with her short, grumpy captain. And she was not at all
ashamed to use this leverage to convince him to help her capture Titans.
At the top of the stairs, she paused, taking a moment to
slow her breaths. When they were even, she crossed the hall in quick strides.
She raised her fist to knock on his door. When a gust of air struck her face, she stepped back, surprised.
Adjusting her glasses, she noticed that the door hadn’t been
completely closed. In the small gap between door and frame, a cool breeze
gusted through. And that’s when she heard it: the rise and fall of a voice. Someone was speaking.
Tilting her head, she pressed her ear against the narrow
gap. Levi’s low voice, picked up and carried on the light breeze, reached her ear.
She jumped. Thinking she was caught, she reached for the
handle, mentally whipping up a speech as to why, really, eavesdropping wasn’t so bad.
“Fuck. I mean, Hanji Zoe.” A pause. “Damn it, this is never
going to work. I can’t even say her god-damn name.”
Fingers against cool metal, she halted. Levi wasn’t talking
to her – but to himself? Well that was certainly interesting. Brow creasing,
she leaned in, bracing her hands on her knees. Levi was far from the most
talkative of individuals, so she reasoned it was only natural for her to be curious
about what he had to say when he thought no one was listening. With her eavesdropping suitably justified, she
pressed an ear flat against the gap.
He cleared his throat. The sound was rough, strained. “You
know I’m fucking awful with words and shit.”
Her lips twitched. At least he was aware. That had to count
Muffled taps sounded through the door, and she realized he
must be pacing.
“So just give me a second to try to get this out.” A sigh. “First of all, you’re
*Shouting* "Hey Penny, wanna go have loud, sweaty sex!?" *Pulls her in, whispering* "Okay, that'll buy us some time with the eavesdroppers. I need your help making some awesome tea to impress some fancy Pandaren people."
Penny’s face is red as well as her neck and shoulders as Gwen yells this.
“Gwen y…you….your umm Val and umm I can…can’t umm anyway….but umm”
It’s only when she is pulled and the real question was asked that she relaxes a bit. “I…can…yes I can do that…”
Prompt: reader works at the park as Owens assistant and one day when she think no ones around shes sitting on the ground in the cage (where Owen was talking to the new guy after he saved him) and Blue is standing staring at her while she talks about how she has a crush on owen, and he over hears
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It had been an incredibly normal day. You had helped Owen with the vaccinations, filed your paperwork, and finished your midterm paper on the advanced principles of mammal, reptile, and amphibian training methods. You were so close to your doctorate, you could almost taste it.
But none of that was what was preying on your thoughts this evening.
The sun had set a few minutes ago, the western sky tinted beautiful hues of pink and orange. The colors just seemed so much richer over the ocean that they did back in your hometown.
No, tonight you were otherwise occupied, thinking that all of the other workers had gone off to finish paperwork or had returned to their rooms for the night. You were sitting just outside of the main raptor cage, in the smaller one used for holding and preparation.
Your thoughts were all consumed by one Owen Grady who had once again, found another way to worm his way into your heart.
“It’s just not fair,” You tell Blue, who had come over to stare at you. She always seemed to like you more than the other three, or maybe she was just hungry and trying to figure out a way to get through the bars.
Either way, she made for a great listener.
“I mean, it’s not really his fault, I guess. But my goodness- he could make it a little easier to work for him.”
Owen Grady was simultaneously the best and worse boss you had ever had.
“I’m tired of this, ‘Oh, Owen must still be back at the bungalow- could you go and get him, (y/n)?”
You remembered that like it was yesterday.
“Blue, could you please tell me that it is not normal to be shirtless while working on a motorcycle? Because your freaking Alpha seems to think that it is perfectly okay.”
Blue gives a purr that you take to be understanding.
“And don’t get me started on his smile. Or how protective he is of you guys, or the way he talks about his joy for life. And heaven forbid I mention his intelligence, or the way he is so kind to everyone.”
You sigh, laying down on the hard dirt beneath you, looking to the darkening sky.
“It’s happening again, Blue. I’m falling for another guy who seems to be the perfect- well, in this case; Owen’s case- everything.”
You groan as you hear Blue’s odd chortle, knowing she’s probably laughing at your complete pathetic-ness.
“I’m not that perfect you know,” you hear outside the door of the safety cage, and your heart stops.
Your eyes slam closed, your body tensing for the oncoming rejection.
“Go away, I was talking to Blue-” You groan, wishing to postpone this moment for the rest of your life.
“You know they tell me everything, right? That’s kind of the Alpha rule. I get to know it all.”
You wish you couldn’t imagine the smirk on his face.
You hear the cage opening, and you stand, ready to face your doom.
“Can we just pretend this little conversation never happened and just go on being civil co-workers?” You ask dryly, but inside your head you are begging and pleading so hard.
“No,” he says simply, a frown dulling his handsome features.
The kiss is passionate, slow, and unrelenting. If you had wanted to break free, you couldn’t have.
His right hand comes around to the back of your head, the left pulling you toward him at the small of your back. He breaths deeply when he connects with you, like he’s been waiting for so long.
You love the feel of him, the scruff of his facial hair against your cheeks, the way he kisses you so urgently, but gently. He tastes like oranges and smells like dust after rain.
You hear Blue making that chortle sound again, and Owen smiles against your lips.
Your hands have made their way to his hair, traveling down his neck and onto his strong shoulders. It’s not long before you have to gently push him away, regaining your breath.
“I don’t think we want to forget that little conversation, now do we?” He whispers, voice sounding deep and throaty.
You close your eyes, ready for him to pull you to him again.
Hi! Quick question. My protag is mixed white and Hispanic, and frequently talks to her dad in Spanish to avoid eavesdroppers. Should I write out what they say and translate, or write what they mean and note they're not speaking English anymore?
Spanish Dialogue, English Narrative
For pacing and ease of reading (so as to not have to filter out one half of the conversation, be it the translated version or the Spanish), I recommend to just say that they’re speaking Spanish and present the dialogue itself (as in the words you, the author, uses) in English.
Rating: T, for language. It’s always the language with me. Thanks to @thegirlfromoverthepond for the extra eyeballs and encouragement.
“We’re so happy you came over tonight, Auntie Katniss. Aren’t we?” I cringe at the baby talk falling out of my best friend’s face, but since he’s bouncing his nine-month-old nephew in his arms I guess I’ll have to tolerate it. For now.
We’re babysitting little Emmett tonight. It’s the first time Peeta’s brother and sister-in-law have gone out since the birth, and the first time Peeta’s ever taken care of a baby. I’m here as moral support.
“Yeah, yeah,” I groan. “Just don’t expect me to change any diapers.”
The table next to me at this bar is a really cute poly trio who talk really loud and one person is telling the others that they might be genderqueer and their partners are being really sweet and wonderful
I’m not an eavesdropper but friends. You’re so loud.
Annabelle and Journey had very different reactions to their eavesdropper. Journey made this face and walked away, and Annabelle struck up a conversation with her about her all-time favorite book (When is Winter? Obviously.)
“Federal officials who have read the transcript of the call were surprised by Mr. Flynn’s comments, since he would have known that American eavesdroppers closely monitor such calls. They were even more surprised that Mr. Trump’s team publicly denied that the topics of conversation included sanctions.”
Nothing is quite as suggestive as a desperate lie, caught out.
• Tends to rush ahead and do things without hearing other’s opinions
• In her boldness, she will speak without speaking
• Dwells on her mistakes a little too long
• Discernment is not tuned since she tries to see the best in others
• Trusts too easily
• Has a very quick temper
• Takes constructive criticism personally
• Can sometimes forget that things don’t always go her way
• Can accidentally cut people down when she’s in a bad mood
• Tends to meddle in other people’s business for the sake of helping
• Major eavesdropper
• Can be reckless with decisions
• Doesn’t always think through actions to their consequences
• Sees the big picture but not the details to get there
Lucy was considered the Valiant Queen, but she had spent many years learning the difference between recklessness and wisdom in brave feats.