equal and opposite reaction

(I almost didn’t want to share this, but now I’m feeling brave.)

Every action has its equal opposite reaction.
Thanks to Donald Trump, our country’s fractured into factions.
Try not to crack under the stress, we’re breaking down like fractions.
We smack the POTUS in the press and don’t give retractions.
I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion–
The way he shrieks and tweets, and dresses in China-made fashions.
Our oppressed citizens are frightened, wondering if they should cower,
While a Nazi runs the show behind the chair of power.
This prick won’t listen his citizens that loudly beseech him.
Somebody remind Senate that he’s got enough dirt on his back so we can at last impeach him.
Type up papers, Senators. Someone file the proceeding and serve it!
We all respect the chair, but that Donald Trump does not deserve it.

Signs as Hamilton Lyrics

Aries: And I’m never gonna stop until I make ‘em drop ‘em and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains (Guns and Ships)

Taurus: Raise a glass to freedom something they can never take away no matter what they tell you (The Story of Tonight)

Gemini: I’m running out of time. I’m running and my time’s up wise up eyes up (The World Was Wide Enough)

Cancer: I’m dedicating every day to you domestic life was never quite my style when you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart (Dear Theodosia)

Leo: We gotta go, gotta get the job done gotta start a new nation gotta meet my son! Take the bullets out your gun! (Yorktown) 

Virgo: We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal and when I meet Thomas Jefferson (Unh!) Imma compel him to include women in the sequel! WORK! (The Schuyler Sisters)

Libra: Every action has it’s equal opposite reactions thanks to Hamilton our cabinets fractured into factions try not to crack under the stress, we’re breaking down like fractions (Washington on Your Side)

Scorpio: I wish I could say that was the last time. I said that the last time it became a past time (Say No to This)

Sagittarius: Hamilton publishes his response: Sit down John you FAT MOTHERF*CKER!!! (The Adams Administration)

Capricorn: They are asking me to lead I am doing the best I can to get the people that I need I’m asking you to be my right hand man (Non-Stop)

Aquarius: I’m dying inside as you wine and dine, and i’m tryin’ not to cry cuz there’s nothing that your mind can’t do (Helpless)

Pisces: Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep loving anyway we laugh and we cry and we break and we make our mistakes (Wait for It)

You know what just hit me? Black Sails is ending this season and this is the first time in years that I’ve had a show that ended before the storytelling/plot/characterisation went down the toilet. I can’t even remember the last time. So many shows flog the proverbial dead horse for far too long.

Black Sails has been incredible from the word go and the quality has improved season on season. They planned it all so carefully. They didn’t falter with the characters. They didn’t do anything that was just for shock value. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. One action is the first pebble of a landslide for a dozen other events and every possible repercussion is considered. There’s continuity. Sustained and plot-moving continuity. Nothing is forgotten. 

I’m devastated were losing the show, but if it goes the way of the previous seasons, it’s going to be one hell of an ending.

The Election of 1800 (Hamilton: an American Musical) meme
  • “Every action has its equal-opposite reaction.”
  • “____ shat the bed. I love the guy, but he’s in traction.”
  • “Poor ____; he is missing in action.”
  • “So now I’m facing ____ with his own faction.”
  • “He’s not very forthcoming on any particular stances.”
  • Ask him a question: it glances off, he obfuscates, he dances.”
  • “They say I’m a Francophile.”
  • “I know where France is.”
  • “They see ___ as a less extreme you.”
  • “Talk less! Smile more!”
  • “Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”
  • “I don’t like ___.”
  • “Oh, yeah, he’s so elitist!”
  • “I can’t believe we’re here with him!”
  • “You’ve created quite a stir!”
  • “I’m going door-to-door!”
  • “That’s new…”
  • “Honestly, it’s kind of draining!”
  • “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”
  • “I’m chasing what I want, and you know what? I learned that from you.”
  • “The people are asking to hear my voice!”
  • “And if you were to ask me who I promote… ____ has my vote!”
  • “I have never agreed with ____ once. We have fought on, like, seventy-five different fronts!”
  • “Well, I’ll be damned.”
  • “I did give you a fight.”
  • “I look forward to our partnership.”
  • “You hear this guy? Man openly campaigns against me, talking about how ‘I look forward to our partnership.’”
  • “Oh, we can change that!”
  • “____, when you see ____, thank him for the endorsement.”
The Rule of Three: What Do I Believe?

My problem with the rule of three and why I personally don’t believe in it, is that I can’t find logic in it. 

If you’re putting a certain amount of energy into something (cursing for example) why on earth would that energy triple in it’s amount for the sole purpose of punishing you? Where did the extra energy come from? And when where and how does it take effect? 

I like to look at it like a physics problem. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, which is Newton’s third law of motion. Think of it as swimming. If you do a stroke in the water, you’re pushing your self forward on the water to move, but as you do that, you’re pushing the water backwards as well. 

I tend to see magic as a liquid, so that makes that effect very easy for me to picture within my craft. (I realize it’s not like that for everyone), but this force applies to every body in motion, water is just a nice example. 

What does that have to do with magic? Well magic in the metaphysical world is a force. A force of nature, of your self, of the universe, what have you. 

When you do a certain amount of energy work, you often find your self drained right? That’s because you projected energy, and energy was taken. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. 

When you’re talking about being “punished” for cursing, it implies that someone is doing the punishing. That’s a personal belief and it makes sense. Someone somewhere doesn’t want you to curse, so when you do, they take action against you. 

But the Three Fold Law works differently. There’s no implication that you’re being punished by anything other then the energy in the universe. This implies the universe as a non sentient being cares that you’re doing something bad and then expends extra energy aimed at you specifically for the bad thing. 

This rule also applies to positive energy, and the same amount of confusion applies. That means somewhere the non sentient universe sees you did a good thing and sent back all those good energies three times over, for seemingly no reason. 

And of course you can always use the argument of “well how come this v good person had a bad things happen to them, and how come this v bad person has nothing but good things happening to them” (Donald Trump being elected president comes to mind). But that’s not the point I’m making (specifically, it is a good point tho). 

The point I’m making is where does the extra energy come from? Why does the universe have so much extra energy to expend on each and every one of our good an bad actions? And why does it care to do it in the first place? 

This is why I can’t bring my self to believe in the Three Fold Law. 

The same amount of everything that exists already exists. If you’re taking energy from a crystal, you’re not creating new energy, you’re using energy that’s already there. If you then recharge the crystal with the moon, again, you’re not creating new energy, you’re just using the energy the moon has provided. And as with your self, when you give off energy, it’s not because you created it out of thin air, otherwise you would never feel drained after energy work. 

This doesn’t mean that I think one day all the energy in the universe will run out, but that all the energy in the universe is constantly moving and trading places.

Edit: For those of you who are thinking “that sounds really familiar” that’s because the concept I’m referring to here is called The Conversion of Energy, a fundamental law of physics, which states that although energy can be changed in form it can be neither created nor destroyed. (I couldn’t think of what it was called before so I’m adding it in now lol) 

SO I tend to think of magic as moving about a series of energies. Which means to me, that the three fold law is inherently impossible, because it implies a surplus of newly created energy for each action you take. 

Anyways, this was a very long post, but those are my thoughts on the matter. 

What do y'all think? 

Requested by august-sycamore

Jet aircrafts typically cruise at speeds of around 600 miles per hour. According to the pokédex, so does Garchomp! If that’s true, this land-shark dragon pokémon flies more than twice as fast as the speediest bird in our world, the Peregrine Falcon. 

Everyone knows that planes fly faster than birds. But have you ever stopped to consider why? Let’s start by talking about the forces involved in any kind of flight. There are four main ones that we have to work with.

Gravity is a downward force due to the weight of the object. Lift is the upward force generated by the wings (see Latios). Drag is the air resistance and friction which slows the object down, and thrust is the force that pushes an object forward.

Thrust, then, is the force that controls the speed of the flight. In airplanes, thrust is created through their engines. Engines work through understanding Newton’s Third Law: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. In the sake of an airplane, the engines or propellers push the air backwards, which in turn pushes the airplane forwards.

But how do birds create thrust? Bird wings work in the same way that airplane wings do when it comes to creating lift, but birds don’t have engines to create thrust. They obviously move forward when they fly so they must make thrust somehow. Birds actually create thrust by flapping their wings. Their wings don’t flap straight up and down, but rather at an angle. This angle is what creates not just an upward lift, but a forward thrust. Depending on whether a bird is taking off, cruising, or landing, the angle they flap at (and the resulting thrust) change accordingly.

So birds don’t fly as fast as airplanes do because they don’t have engines. Their wing muscles aren’t powerful or efficient enough to create large thrust forces. Garchomp, in order to fly as fast as a jet plane, must use something other than his wings to create enough thrust. It’s pretty obvious where this thrust comes from: they even look like airplane engines.

Garchomp flies at speeds of 600 mph, which is possible because its wings aren’t the only thing generating thrust. Garchomp’s ear-things act like an airplane’s engines, which push Garchomp forward in its flight.

Listen Barb everything in life has an equal or opposite reaction, so me Fucking this pie MUST MEAN that someone somewhere is getting Fucked by a Pie right at this moment, so why don’t you cool it with the angry talk and let me be a scientist for once

  • Tony: Every action has its equal, opposite reactions. Thanks to Rogers, our super-team's fractured into factions. Try not to crack under the stress, we're breaking down like fractions. We smack each other in the field, and we don't print retractions. I get no satisfaction witnessing his fits of passion—the way he primps and preens and dresses like the pits of fashion!
Pas De Deux

Lilly didn’t fight the music as it took her.  She surrendered her body to the throb of bass that she could feel with her skin and catching on to her heartbeat.  It was this beat that she let have her hips and her spine.  Arms and hands slowly sang the words, legs working in equal and opposite reaction.  She let her eyes fall half shut to bring the perfect haze to the multi colored lights that swept and spun to the beat.

The way she danced didn’t look much like anyone else.  It was not something you’d see in a music video, but now and then she got applause.  She supposed it could have been the outfit, black, tight, and with skin showing in unexpected places.  Especially as she moved.

She had come alone to the club, but sometimes dancers came to join her, moving in her space catching her style, catching her eyes. Matching her meeting her, then moving on.  It was perfect, then even better when her favorite song came on.

(( Gif stolen from @shipperqueen93  ))

Someone joined her in the dance.  The only reason she noticed was because they weren’t catching her rhythm, but instead came in imposing and dissonant, enough that she moved a little way away and turned her back on him.  When next she turned around he was still close.  It startled her and in her gasp she got a whiff of him that she did not like.  He leaned in on her, his eyes leering, his skin greasy.  He was smiling wildly in her direction and staring at her breasts, his hands reaching as though to bite them.  Her own hands came up and slapped his, hoping he’d get the hint and move away, her face in a scowl of distaste.

Instead he came closer.

Lilly stepped backwards as he came so close his torso  touched hers.  Then she found herself falling as she found his ankle behind hers, and he took the opportunity to put an arm around her waist to keep her from falling.  He leaned down, his tongue making an obscene motion that made revulsion shudder through her.  Lilly pushed at his ribs, but he was too close and too large for her to shove him away.

“GET. OFF.” She insisted over the music, baring her teeth, her hands still trying to create distance between them.

‘your move’ (au jackson whittermore one-shot)

Prompt: You, an honorable NSA agent, are assigned to work with CIA agent and federal bad boy, Jackson Whittermore. You’re assigned to protect the president’s daughter, posing as a married nanny couple. Jackson, of course, won’t let a mission stop him from trying to get into your pants. And according to Sir Isaac Newton, every action has an equal but opposite reaction. You two would be lucky if one of you didn’t somehow burn down the White House.

Pairing: Jackson Whittermore x Saga (The Reader)

Warnings: cursing, sexual tension w Jackson, mentions of smut, slight smut (?)

A/N: I present you with part vi (?) of my special agents!AU section thing that I’m doing. in this piece, you will witness Peter Hale as Malia’s loving father (for like two seconds but still); you’ll see Derek Hale as Malia’s protective cousin; you’ll witness fuckboy!Jackson but also kinda nervous Jackson. So pls pls pls enjoy! Also, if you want to check out Isaac, Derek, Stiles, Scott, and Theo’s special agent!AU’s, then please click on their respective names. Thank you for your love and support! XOXOX

“Darn it, just this once! Admit it!” Jackson Whittermore was following me around like a lost puppy and I couldn’t curse him out because he had a four year old child hanging from his back.

“No, I will not admit anything,” I stick my tongue out at him and the little girl Malia laughs.

Originally posted by wheni-gethome

A small smirk forms on Jackson’s face as his eyes rest on my mouth for a second longer than usual. I roll my eyes and continue walking to Malia’s room. I open the door and scan the room. After confirming its safety, I hold the door open for Jackson and Malia.

“Come on in, children,” Jackson skips in with Malia giggling on his back. I smile and pinch her nose.

Jackson makes a helicopter-esque noise and makes his way to Malia’s bed. I couldn’t help the small smile forming on my face; when he wasn’t an ass, Jackson was actually kind of adorable.

“This is where the beautiful princess must get off,” he smiles as she slowly climbs off his back.

“That was fun, Jax!” She smiles as Jackson turns around and lightly pinches her cheeks.

“It was! I loved being your knight,” he kisses her forehead as she wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly. He rubs her back soothingly, her eyes drooping almost immediately afterwards.

“It it nap-time?” Malia yawns and rubs her eyes as Jackson sets her down onto the bed. I walk over next to them and run a hand through Mal’s soft hair.

“Yes it is, darling,” I kiss her head and she smiles at Jackson and I.

“You two are the best,” she squirms around and gets comfortable as I wrap the blanket around her shoulders.

“Get some rest now, princess. We’ll be here when you wake up,” Jackson taps her nose and gives her a soft smile as she closes her eyes.

I gently hum a lullaby as she dozes off. Once Malia is asleep, Jackson and I walk out of the room, content with the built in security cameras that were being monitored round the clock.

“Finally,” I sigh and pull off the apron I had on to cover my weapons.

“Hey, hey, save that for the bedroom,” Jackson winks at me as he walks next to me.

“In your dreams,” I hiss under my breath, careful to keep my voice down as we turn the corner and head to the President’s room.

We carefully tuck away all our weapons and I take a deep breath before knocking on the door. Jackson rolls his shoulders back a little, relaxing as we wait. We hear feet shuffling on the other side as two tall guards open the door. They eye us and I roll my eyes, walking past the beefcakes. Jackson smirks and waves at the two and walks in right behind me.

“President Hale,” I clear my throat as Peter Hale looks up from his paperwork.

“Yes, miss?” He gives me a soft smile as he watches Malia on the corner of his computer screen.

“Malia is asleep,” I smile right back at him. “I was wondering if Jackson and I could take the rest of the day off? Or at least part of the day  off?”

“Yeah, of course you can,” he winks at Jackson and it takes all I’ve got to not roll my eyes. “But I’d appreciate it if you guys came back later tonight; the missus and I have made some plans of our own.”

“Oh,” Jackson smirks and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close against him. “Of course we can come back later. We should be done with our errands until then.”

President Hale chuckles and shakes his head as he shoos us off. We turn around and walk out, giving the guards a teasing nod on our way out. Once out of view, I try easing out of Jackson’s arms.

“Nice try, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as I glare ahead.

“Just wait till we get out of here,” I whisper, a small smile plastered on my face.

“What? Are you finally gonna give in to your desires?” He bites down on my earlobe and I stop the shiver that begins to form.

“Not even in your wildest dreams, baby,” I pull him into a closet and shut the door behind us.

“If you wanted it, you should have just said–”

“I don’t want it,” I push him against one of the closet walls and he gets lost behind a rack of coats.

“What was that for?!” I hear his muffled yell and I can’t help but chuckle. He makes his way back out, a glittery pink feather stuck in the corner of his mouth.

“Jackson,” I pant out, now full-on laughing. “Jackson, you have–”

“I know,” he opens his mouth and there’s more feathers hidden inside there. My laughter doubles and Jackson’s lips turn into an open-mouthed smirk as he tries to pick out the feathers.

He watches me, his eyes dropping to every curve, every angle of my body. This is the first time he’s seen me this… carelessly. I stop laughing and clutch my stomach, sighing deeply as I try to get ahold of my breath. I look up and Jackson’s warm eyes meet my own.

“What?” I chuckle as Jackson eyes me. “What is it?”

“You have,” he points at my his hair and ruffles it.

“I have what?” I try to ruffle the side of my hair that he was pointing at and he shakes his head. I furrow my brows and stand up straight, looking around for a mirror. “What?”

“It’s right,” he mumbles under his breath and points at his hair.

“What?” I look over to Jackson and he keeps pointing at my hair. I try to touch ruffle it out again and he shakes his head, sighing exasperatedly.

“No, just–” he takes a step closer to me and reaches over to my head, his large hand covering the entire right side of my face. His eyes are focused on the top right of my head as he tried to decide how to pull the thing out of my hair. My breath hitches in my throat as his nimble fingers prod out the glittery pink feather stuck in my hair, a victorious smile plastered on his face. “Here.”

He looks from the feather in his hand over to me, his eyes widening as he takes in our proximity. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest as Jackson’s eyes quickly dart down to my lips. His eyes grow dark, and I hear his breath hitch as he moves his eyes back to my own.

I can feel the sexual tension grow with every breath I take. My chest heaves up and down, eyes darting down to Jackson’s lips as his licks them. I can’t help but bite my bottom lip as I watch him, a light growl escaping Jackson’s mouth as he watches me.

“Come here,” his voice comes out in a husky whispers as he grabs my hips and pulls me flush against him, his fingers digging into my hips as his lips hover over mine. “Your move.”

“H-huh?” I whimper, my lips barely grazing Jackson’s as he watches my lips, awaiting my next move. I lift  my head a half an inch, my lips resting flush against Jackson’s. His breathing becomes heavy as my lips tremble against his own. “K-kiss me.”

“It’s still your move, princess,” he answers, his voice barely above a whisper as he tries hard to contain himself. For added measure, he sticks his tongue out and teasingly licks his lips, his tongue brushing against mine as he does so.

I let out a soft moan, finally giving in. I press my lips against his, ready for what could be the biggest regret of my life.

“Agents, come in! Agents!” A scratchy voice came through, breaking me out of my daze. “Agents, code RED. Respond immediately.”

Jackson groans, also broken out of his daze. I look down to see where the voice is coming from and notice a walkie protruding out of Jackson’s pocket…. next to his noticeably uncomfortable bulge. A proud smirk makes its way onto my face as Jackson pulls out the walkie. He frowns at the look on my face, turning his walkie on and turning away from me.

“We’re here, General,” Jackson rests his free hand on his hip, waiting for the general to respond.

“Where the hell have you two been?! We tried both of your cells before finally catching you here!” General Derek’s voice boomed through and Jackson turned to look at me, eyes wide as an incoherent voice came out of his mouth as a form of response.

“Sir, we–” I begin to talk before the General cuts me off.

“Never mind that. While you two were lost, Malia’s cameras were tampered with!” Derek growls and my eyes widen, looking up to meet Jackson’s.

“Is she–?”

“What happened to–?”

“Relax, you dimwits. She’s fine. The guards moved in quickly and she is now okay,” I can feel the Derek shaking his head.

Jackson and I both breathe a sigh of relief. I quickly move forward and rest my head against his chest, my hands snaking around his back. He hesitantly moves an arm around my waist, his thumb rubbing small circles against my hip and his resting chin against the top of my head as we wait for the General to continue.

“I only wanted to reach you two because for some UNKNOWN reason, my little cousin is infatuated with you fools. She’s now awake and begging for you two. So hurry over to her room and make her happy,” he growls and the walkie becomes silent.

Jackson clips the walkie against his waist, moving his other hand around me as well. He holds me tight, letting my nuzzle my face against his chest. I move myself flush against him only to be met with his slightly muffled erection.

“Oh,” Jackson almost immediately pushes me away, holding me at arm’s length as he looks down at his bulge before looking back up at me. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay,” I chuckle as an idea pops into my head. I smirk at him, Jackson’s brows furrowed as he watches me. I lean down, my head level with his erection. I press my lips over his jeans, right against his manhood, eliciting a moan from Jackson. “Your move.”

I bite my lip as I stand, now face to face with Jackson. He takes a step closer and I hold a hand out to stop him.

“Uh-uh,” I lean over and brush my lips against his ear. “Malia needs us.”

I grab the door handle and shoot him a smile over my shoulder. I laugh as I hear Jackson mutter incoherent curses under his breath. This was gonna be fun.