flashing spectrums

Visions and Vibes - Pt 2

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Cisco x Reader

Summary: Even with Zoom on the loose, life was good. You were gaining control of your death visions, building a life with your soulmate, and creating a family with your friends. Life was good…until you had a vision of Cisco.

Warnings/Notes: Yes, Visions and Vibes is now becoming my second series (third if you count my Avengers fic From the Ashes). I have a really good idea of where this is going and we will see how far this goes. There are a few things to discuss:

Because of the reader’s meta abilities, death and the idea of death is going to be heavily featured. This will be dark at times, however, life, love, and family will be apart of this. If you are triggered by death, blood, and gore, do not read this series. I have other Cisco and Flash imagines with lighter subject material. You can also hit me up with a request. My askbox is open.

Also, reader is autistic. This will be featured more prominently in the future.

I made myself cry while writing this. You have been warned.

Part 1

Originally posted by ginnibaker

           “Hello, Princesa.”

           You stared, confused, at the man in front of you. He was wearing a leather jacket and goggles were fitted over his eyes. His shoulder-length dark hair was pulled into a ponytail. The voice sounded familiar. Your hand was trembling as you reached up, slowly pulling the glasses off. You gasped. It was Cisco! But how? Cisco never his hair up anymore; he thought the look too pretentious. You don’t remember him making a set of goggles like that, though the design did look very Cisco-like. Plus, Cisco didn’t even own a leather jacket or gloves. It looked like Cisco, walked like Cisco, talked like Cisco, felt like Cisco, but something felt off. Confusion mixed with anxiety. Why was Cisco in your vision?

           Cisco reached out and folded his hand over yours. The touch was warm, familiar, safe, but still off. This was surreal. Your instincts were screaming for you to pull back and run. To wake up and pretend you were never having this. That this didn’t mean what you knew it meant: you were having a vision of Cisco.

Cisco was going to die.

           “Mi amor, always so worried,” he murmured, brushing his lips across your fingers. “It’s not what you think.” Mi amor? Cisco never called you mi amor.

           “It always is,” you answered, unaware of the tears falling from your eyes.

           “You have nothing to fear. You are a goddess, mi amor. Embrace your power.”

           “You shouldn’t be here. You should be someone else.” This time, his eyes looked at you sadly. Placing the goggles on top of his head, he cupped your face with both hands. Leaning down, he softly pressed a kiss to your cheek.

           “I am so sorry, Princess.” That sounded more like Cisco, but why was he sorry? “It’s not what you think, but I’m sorry nonetheless.” No no no no, this didn’t make sense. Why wasn’t this making sense?! He was scaring you. This whole vision was scaring you.

           The scene changed to a dimly lit warehouse – what the hell, the scene never changed in your visions – and Cisco was staring just beyond you. His goggles were back on, the blue lights tinting the edges. You made to step towards him but fear paralyzed you when black lightning flashed past and solidified in front of Cisco.

           Horror filled you as Zoom towered over him. Even with the goggles, you could see the fear. You couldn’t hear what Zoom was saying to Cisco, but you caught a glimpse of the vibrating hand.

           Zoom struck. Cisco flinched. His body hunched over the hand in his chest. He looked up at you. Tears were falling past his goggles. Blood was seeping past Zoom’s gloves, sliding down Cisco’s leather jacket. Zoom retracted his hand. Cisco’s body fell. He was dead before he hit the ground.

           A scream rent the air.

           He was dead.

           Someone was screaming.

           Cisco was dead.

           Cisco.

           Cisco!

           CISCO!

 

           “CISCO NOOOOO!” Your scream tore through the darkness, shattering the peaceful night that had become a rarity since the explosion. Your fists white-knuckled the bedsheets. Your body arced off the bed, as if someone pulled on a string connected to torso. “CISCO!”

           “Y/N! Y/N!” A light came on somewhere on your left, filling the bedroom you and Cisco shared with its warm ambience. Hands, warm, safe, and not off, grabbed your shoulders and shook you. “Y/N, wake up!”

           One last bloodcurdling, heart-wrenching scream tore from your throat and your eyes finally shot open. Cisco was staring down at you, scared and worried. “Princess?” In your mind’s eye, Vision Cisco stared at you, scared and worried. “I’m sorry, Princess.” Those same eyes, filled with love and warmth and fear stared at you…before his body hit the ground. You wrenched away from Cisco’s grasp with a shriek, fighting to get out of the blankets. He grabbed for your shoulders again, wanting to pull you away from the edge of the bed. Breaking free however, you tumbled off the bed and landed with a loud and painful thump. The pain of the landing broke whatever hold your vision had left on you, leaving you shaking and sobbing.

            “Shit!” Cisco muttered, scrambling off the bed. Kneeling beside you, he brushed the sweat-soaked hair from your face and cupped your face. He frowned further when you flinched away, but kept his touch steady as he checked for injuries. “Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

             His voice was right. It wasn’t off like it was in the vision. While it confused you even more, this was your Cisco. “Ci-Cisco…” you sobbed, your voice clogged in the back of your throat. Gently, he lifted you into a sitting position and pulled you into his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck, clutching onto him for dear life.

            “Shh, I’m right here. I’ve got you. I’m right here,” he whispered, peppering your shoulder and neck with soft kisses. His hand slipped under your cotton tank-top, rubbing soothing circles across your skin. “Talk to me. What happened?”

             “It was Zoom. I saw him…and you.” His hand stopped. You barely noticed as the words poured out with the tears. “The vision was of you! Zoom killed you, same as Thawne,” you whimpered. “I saw it, Cisco. I saw him kill you!” Your sobs grew louder, muffled as they were in his shirt. Pulling his hand from your back, he tightened his hold and buried his head in your shoulder.

           When he trusted his voice enough to speak again, he pulled you back so you could lock eyes with him. Your eyes were red and swollen from crying, cheeks flushed red and tear tracks staining your skin. You still looked beautiful to him. Wiping under your eyes with his thumbs, he leaned his forehead against yours. “Zoom is not going to hurt us.”

           “But I saw him. My vision – “

           “Your vision is wrong. Remember that little girl you saw get hit a couple months back? That didn’t happen, did it?”

           “Because I stopped it. I stopped it from happening.”

           “Because you got the vision before it happened. You’re getting stronger. Even Harry has said that you’re getting stronger, better at seeing the event before it occurs. Where did the vision happen?” You whimpered, shaking your head, but he shushed you. “It’s okay. Where, sweetheart?”

           “Warehouse,” you whispered. “You had on a leather jacket and wearing your hair up.” He scrunched his nose.

           “Then we definitely know that your vision is wrong. I look pretentious with my hair up.” Despite your terror, a giggle escaped. You were starting to calm down; your tears had slowed and you nearly stopped shaking. “We’ll figure this out, okay? Meanwhile, I won’t go into any warehouses or buy a leather jacket anytime soon.”

          “I was so scared, Cisco. I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

          He brushed your hair from your face. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here where I belong: with you.” Cupping your face, he brushed his lips over yours, sealing his promise. You pressed harder, desperately needing the contact. Then pulling back, you buried your head in his shoulder again as he held you.

           Eventually, the two of you made it up back to the bed. Cisco sorted out the tossed blankets while you wrapped yourself around him. Although you knew it was silly, it felt that if you let him go, Cisco would disappear in front of your eyes. Or this was a dream and you would wake up with your vision being a reality. No, this was your reality. Cisco was alive. He was still here and he wasn’t going anywhere. Seemingly knowing what was going through your mind, he stroked your hair, pushing his fingers gently through the locks and undoing the small tangles he found with practiced ease.

           The light stayed on. Despite the oncoming exhaustion, you were both still shaken up. He continued to play with your hair, the sensation putting you into a light doze. However, images from the vision assaulted your dreams and you would either jolt awake or Cisco would wake you from your nightmares. Every time, you woke up crying. He didn’t try to go back to sleep.

        At some point, Cisco picked up his phone and began texting someone he knew would be awake as he was. Harry, u up? It didn’t take long for an answer.

        What’s wrong?

         Visions.

        Of who?

         Me.

        There was radio silence for about five minutes. You continued to doze, the longest you had been asleep since the vision. Cisco prayed you weren’t having nightmares or another vision. His phone vibrated with another text.

           How is she? Harry didn’t have to guess who did the killing in your vision.

           Shaken. Is…is it possible I have a doppelganger on ur Earth?

           Yes. You both do.

           If you’re going to ask if she envisioned a doppelganger’s death, I don’t have that answer, Ramon. Both of you are still finding out what you can do.

           Cisco deleted the question Harry already answered for him. He went with another question. What do I do?

           What you are doing now. Is she sleeping?

           So far.

           Get some rest, Cisco. I’ll ask Snow to make the coffee run. We’ll figure this out in the morning.

           He laid the phone back on the nightstand and ran his free hand over his face. While the conversation brought up more questions than answers, he still felt somewhat better. Although the death visions were unnerving, the team had your back. They would figure this out and stop Zoom before anymore death visions were fulfilled. But it could wait for the morning. For now, though, he could try to grab a couple more hours’ sleep at least.

           Looking down, he realized you had finally fallen into a deeper sleep. Your head was pillowed on his stomach, barely moving except for the slow rise and fall of your chest. The nightmares and visions had decided to leave you alone, it seemed. Turning out the light, he carefully moved so he was lying beside you. You stirred some at the movement but quickly settled, using his chest as a pillow now. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head gently, letting his mind drift.

           He was right in what he told you earlier, he reflected as he drifted off. From the moment the two of you met three years ago, he found a place where he belonged: by your side. If Zoom was going to try and kill him, he wasn’t going down without a fight. If he had you, he had something to fight for. Sighing, he pressed another kiss to your head.

           “I love you, mi amor.”  

TrekFest 2017

Word Count: 1349
Tags: @southernbellestatues @engineeringtrashcan @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @outside-the-government @samaxraph99, @flirtswithdanger @supermoonpanda @sugarshai
Prompt: “Well, this is awkward.” @kingarthurscat (why won’t it let me tag you?!)


There was chatter on the bridge. It was a slow shift, nothing terribly exciting to be seen or done, and as a result, the bridge crew was engaged in reminiscence about past missions, experiences and entanglements. Eventually, talk turned to the parallel universe encounter that the captain, Doctor McCoy, Scotty and Uhura had survived. You hadn’t been aboard the Enterprise when it had happened, but the tale had been told a few times before.

“Spock was the only civilized person on that Imperial ship,” Kirk laughed. 

“So what caused it?” You asked. Commander Spock looked up from his console. 

“An Ion storm. Very much like the one that we appear to be navigating into right now,” he answered. Kirk hit the red alert and ordered the view screen up. Every colour in the spectrum flashed around, jumbled like the cloudy smear of a child’s scribbling.

“Captain, the readings on -” You were struck by a sudden dizziness and blinked, shaking your head to loosen the cobwebs. When you opened your eyes, the bridge crew all looked the same, but their uniforms were different. You looked around and saw that the delta shield of the federation was missing from the turbolift doors, replaced by a globe with a sword through it.

“Report, Ensign!” Captain Kirk barked at you. You looked down at your console. 

“The readings suggest we’ve entered the Ion storm. The computer is citing stardate 4428.9, and recommending action be taken to avoid further interference and potential crew disruption,” you reported, your heart in your throat. Kirk narrowed his eyes at you and stared. You felt nearly naked in the revealing uniform, and tried not to squirm under his assessment, while still meeting his gaze. Commander Spock cleared his throat. Your gaze shot to him, and you took in his severe uniform, the gold sash at his waist, the carefully groomed goatee on his chin. It all served to make him look more severe.

“Captain, Ensign Y/L/N will join me in the transporter room to secure the area,” he stated, nodding at you. “Ensign?”

You scrambled to your feet and followed him to the turbolift. As soon as the doors were closed, he turned to you. “We will have limited time to discern how to send you back, Ensign.”

“How did you figure out I wasn’t your me?” You asked, fear taking hold of you.

“You looked disoriented after the first ion wave hit us, and when you reoriented yourself, for a split second, you looked terrified,” he commented. “The first time your crew wound up aboard, I interacted with them a great deal.”

“Yeah, Captain Kirk said you were the only civilized person on the ship,” you nodded. Spock let out a little puff of air as the turbolift opened, and you followed him through the maze of corridors. Unless the ship was different than the Enterprise you were used to, he was not leading you to the transporter bay. You continued to follow, too fearful for your safety to question him.

He stopped short of the warp engine doors, and looked at you. “I need to boost the transporter cells to send you back,” he explained, handing you his phaser. “Don’t hesitate to shoot anyone who questions your presence.” You nodded, wordlessly, and stood guard.

Spock was just exiting when a security patrol came along, and before you could pull the phaser, he’d taken you in his arms, and pressed you against the closed doors to the warp engine, dipping his head and pressing his lips to yours. Through your lashes, you could see the security officers nudging each other to decide who would break you up.

“Commander Spock!” One of them finally exclaimed. Spock broke the kiss and turned, shielding your face from the scrutiny of the officers. “Sir, you know no one is supposed to be down here during a Red Alert -”

“I needed to ensure the security of the area,” Spock cut him off. “I chose to bring my most trusted ally with me. We merely took advantage of the privacy afforded us.”

“Of course, Commander,” the security guard agreed, backing away. “As you were then.”

Spock dismissed the security guards and led you back through the ship to the transporter bay, and again had you watch the door while he jury-rigged the console.

“Ensign Y/L/N, get on the transport pad before we lose the opportunity to send you back,” he called. You tapped the code to close the transporter room doors, and headed toward the pad, but Captain Kirk’s voice came over the console, interrupting you.

“Kirk to Spock. Report to bridge immediately. Bring Ensign Y/L/N. Security is at the transporter to escort you.” His voice was tinny and disconnected through the overhead speaker. Spock sighed as the transporter bay doors slid open, revealing three security officers with their phasers drawn.


“Commander Spock, the warp engines have been tampered with to reroute additional power to the transporter,” Kirk began. He looked between the two of you. “And security caught you and Ensign Y/L/N, ah, canoodling outside the warp engine room.”

“A coincidence, sir, I assure you,” Spock replied. You tried not to stare. The Spock you were familiar with swore Vulcans couldn’t lie. And here this Spock was telling a bold lie, directly to his captain.

“I wasn’t aware of your liasons, Spock,” Kirk countered, raising an eyebrow. Spock stepped closer to you and sighed.

“Vulcans keep their sexual assignations more private than humans,” Spock countered.

“I don’t believe it. Guard, take Y/L/N to the chamber and get the truth out of her,” Kirk ordered. A security officer stepped toward you, and Spock, surprisingly, pushed you behind him.

“I will not allow this, Captain.” Spock’s tone was firm, one hand on his phaser, and one on your waist, holding you safely at his back. The guard looked at the captain, who nodded, and then began to advance on Spock. Without hesitation, Spock squeezed the trigger on his phaser, and the guard vanished. In the same moment, he turned around, and crushed his mouth against yours in a rough, brutal kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping it looked believable.

More phaser fire erupted, and there was sudden commotion on the bridge.

“Ensign Y/L/N!” You heard your name called, and pulled away from Spock’s embrace to see your Captain Kirk along with your Spock standing at the turbolift doors, phasers trained on the parallel crew.

“Well, this is awkward,” you mumbled, extricating yourself from Spock’s arms. He stood upright, allowing you to shimmy from between him and the console he’d pressed you against. Kirk gestured to you to come behind him, finally pulling you between him and Spock when you got close enough. Jim shot you a sidelong glance as you ran toward the transporter.

“Scotty is waiting for us to beam us back,” he explained as you ran. You jogged up the transporter stairs and stood with Spock and Kirk, waiting as Scotty activated the automated sequence to beam you back.

“How did you figure out -” you started.

“You vanished, and your counterpart from this universe was using some very uncharacteristic language to alert us to the switch,” Spock interrupted. “It was a small thing at that point to pinpoint the location of the anomaly that caused the switch in order to get you back.” Scotty ran onto the pad and you felt yourself shift and reappear back on the Enterprise you were familiar with.

“Well, thank you for coming and getting me, Captain. Spock, Scotty, I owe you,” you smiled.

“Perhaps you should give Spock a kiss, in thanks?” Kirk teased. “I wouldn’t want him jealous of his counterpart.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Spock quickly excused.

“You know how you said Spock was the only civilized person on the ship?” You laughed. “I’m beginning to think he was more civilized than you are, Captain.”

Captain Kirk laughed again, and clapped you on the back. “But tell me, Ensign, does he look better with whiskers or without?”

Ghost Hunt, Part 3

~an InuKag au (WiP)~

…. it’s gonna be like one huge oneshot, but for now I’m posting it in parts, cuz literally it’ll be over 15,000 words probably


“Sheesh, what is it with this building? I swear, it’s like an ice box in here!” Kagome rubbed her arms frantically, heedless of the EVP recorder in her hand.

“Careful, Sis!” Souta chided from across the room, “That’s a delicate piece of equipment! You can’t sabotage the evidence yourself just so you’ll win the bet.” Fiddling with a few buttons on his new camera, Souta did an experimental sweep of the area in front of him, before adjusting the image once more.

“And what about you?” Kagome snipped back, “How come you get a fancy new tool to help prove your point, but I don’t have anything to give me an advantage?”

Without even looking at her, Souta said cheekily “But if it’s the truth then it’ll prove itself, right?” to which Kagome could only mutter a teasing “Clever brat.”

Keep reading

Visions and Vibes

Fandom: The Flash

Rating: T

Pairing: Cisco/Reader

Warnings/Notes: There mention of blood, gun violence, and death in this. A short one, but it is there. If that is a trigger for you, either skim past or skip ahead. The reader is a meta with the ability to have visions of people’s deaths. At this point, the ability is still new to everyone, so they are not sure what the trigger is for them or the connection. This will probably get expanded into a series, so keep that in mind.

Although not specifically stated, reader is also on the autism spectrum. There needs to be more neurodivergent characters in stories.

Askbox is open for anyone wanting requests or just wanting to talk!

Originally posted by backwardabyss

You walked through the hallway of STAR Labs, lost in thought and exhausted, clutching your chai latte from Jitters as if it were a lifeline. Heh, lifeline. Irony, you thought to yourself. You could hear the soft rising and falling of voices getting louder as you neared the cortex. It was practically automatic how you entered the room, navigated around your best friends, and sat at your station, staring at your computer with unseeing eyes.

Maybe it was too automatic.

“Y/N?” You barely glanced up at Barry’s voice, but his voice had jolted you fully into awareness. The lullaby of voices had gone silent and you were now hyper-aware of everyone’s worry and concern. Perhaps you looked more out of than you thought; most likely though, the team now knew and understood the signs of your “gifts”.

A touch on your knee forced you to look up. Cisco had moved from his spot near Harry and was kneeling next to you. His expressive, brown eyes were watching you with concern and understanding. There was also a bit of protectiveness around the edges; he had been the most protective of you when you started in the lab. He took both your hands in his and slowly began tracing precise circles on the palms with his thumbs, using the same pattern you used when stimming. The action calmed you immediately, grounding and focusing you on the present. “Talk to us, Princess,” he murmured softly. “What happened?”


“Robbery in the mini-mart. Kid came in, 15 maybe 16. Black hoodie with a bleach spot on the bottom left of the pocket. Desperate, withdrawal symptoms indicative of meth user, maybe cocaine. Tried to hold up the cashier, but she was tough and her five year old was hiding behind her. The kid saw the little one and made to point the gun, but the cashier pulled her gun and fired three shots. All three hit, one bullet hit the heart, another in the lung.” You choked as you continued talking, barely noticing the tears running down your face. “The kid was shocked, scared, could believe what was happening, couldn’t believe it had come to this. He prayed…prayed to God…to his aunt…begged for forgiveness… The baby was screaming, the mother was shaking and crying. "Don’t do it, leave us alone, please help me, I shot him! I shot him!” Then it - it was done. It was over. Six-point-seven seconds and it was done. The kid was dead.“

You were barely aware of anything else in the room; of Barry getting confirmation of the robbery and death from Joe, of Caitlin softly explaining to Harry that your meta-abilities manifested in death visions, of your own tears flowing unchecked down your face and choking on your own sobs. The only thing you were hyper-aware of was Cisco: Cisco stimming for you, Cisco wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, the citrus smell of Cisco’s body wash and shampoo that you loved, Cisco’s skin and T-shirt dampening from your tears as you cried into his shoulder. He stayed silent, holding you in his lap on the floor, rocking slowly side to side, having gone through this same process more times than anyone on the team could count. While each person had done the same thing at one time or another, it was Cisco that had the more calming presence for you.

As you calmed down mentally and emotionally, Harry walked over and knelt beside you and Cisco. Looking at Cisco, an unspoken question passed between the two men. Cisco nodded his permission and Harry reached out, tucking your hair behind your ear in a fatherly gesture. If he seemed unnerved or shaken, he didn’t show it, but instead focused solely on you. "Do you have a place where you can reboot in quiet?” he asked softly. You nodded, numbly. There were a few spots, out of the way and hidden, but you hadn’t used any of them since the Singularity.

“Ventilation shaft, level G, above the workshop,” you answered. Harry nodded, massaging the back of your neck with his fingers.

“Take Cisco and go up there. Take all the time you need. We’ll be here.” That was all the permission you needed; you bolted from Cisco’s lap and with him tow, the both of you disappeared from the Cortex without another word. Harry sighed a moment before looking up. He dropped the mask, showing how shaken and unnerved he was of the entire thing. “When you said she had visions, I wasn’t expecting this. How often does this happen?”

“It started around the same time as Cisco’s abilities, we think, before we realized the first Wells was actually an imposter,” Barry explained quietly. “We really didn’t understand it ourselves until after the Singularity. She kept quiet about the details. Martin Stein, one half of Firestorm, figured out what was really going on.”
“Death visions,” Harry murmured softly. “Two psychic metas and one has visions of death. I’ve never…that has to be…how?”

“We think it has to do with Y/N’s family. It’s purely theoretical, but Y/N mentioned an aunt and a great grandmother with mediumistic abilities,” Caitlin added. “It was her theory.”

“Is there anything else we can do for her?” Joe asked softly. Barry shook his head, but it was Caitlin who spoke up.

“The visions overwhelm everything and she has a few secluded spots she goes to sort everything out. The most any of us can do is just be there.”


Barry walked into the workshop a couple hours later to only see Cisco working at his desk. Everything was quiet and the only signs that Cisco was worried about something was when he would occasionally throw a worried glance towards the open ventilation grate in the corner. “Has she come down at all?” Cisco shook his head, pushing his long hair out of his face.

“It was a bad one. Not as bad as the first ones, but close enough,” Cisco murmured.

“Iris and I are going to Big Belly’s, you two want anything?” Barry asked, glancing towards the grate, hoping you heard.

“The usual for me,” Cisco stated, rummaging in his wallet.

“I’ll just have cereal,” your voice echoed from above them. Cisco handed Barry some money with an eye roll and raised eyebrow in silent question. Barry smirked and nodded.

“I’ll grab some extra fries just in case. We’ll be back in thirty.” Cisco waved as Barry left and glanced towards the air duct again.

“Barry thinks I’ll steal your fries?” you ask after a brief silence. Cisco snorted quietly.

“Everyone knows you steal my fries, Princess. And my pickles.” A rustling sound and a couple metallic bangs echoed from the shaft, drawing his attention as you crawled out. As you straightened up, he could see you were still pale and shaky and your E/C eyes still looked distant and haunted, but everything else seemed normal.

“You don’t like pickles, Skywalker,” you murmured as Cisco immediately put down his screwdriver and wrapped you in a tight hug. The pressure of the embrace immediately relaxed you and allowed you to take the deeper, calming breaths you hadn’t been able to do earlier. Whereas the rest of the team gave good, relaxing hugs, Cisco’s hugs seemed to be magical and comforting. You could stay in one of his hugs forever and feel absolutely safe. He always made you feel safe.

“You okay, beautiful?” he asked softly. You nodded slowly, relaxing more as his hand slipped under your tank top and drew figure-eights along your back. “Do you need to come to my place tonight?” After a moment, you nodded. It would be nice to get some real sleep after a couple movies and some good food. Cisco was a surprisingly good cook, something he attributed to his grandmother.

Pulling back, you rested a hand on his cheek and pressed a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for being there,” you said softly. He shifted to brush his lips against yours tenderly.

“What kind of Skywalker would I be if I wasn’t there for my Princess?” he intoned with a smile. “Besides, you’re Vision and I’m Vibe. We’ll always be meant for one another.” You smiled back, the first real smile since your death vision early this morning, before closing your eyes and resting your forehead against his.

“I love you,” you whispered, feeling him lift his head and press his lips to your forehead.

“I know.”

SOLAR FLASH

The colour sphere of the Sun

This colourful image is a ‘chromosphere flash spectrum’ captured during the total solar eclipse that occurred across the United States on 21 August 2017. It was taken by ESA’s expedition team who monitored the eclipse from Casper, Wyoming.

During an eclipse, when the Moon temporarily obscures the overwhelming light from the Sun’s photosphere, astronomers can make unique measurements. This includes analysing the normally invisible red hue of the chromosphere, the layer of the Sun’s atmosphere directly above the turbulent surface of the photosphere.

Such an image can be obtained with the last and first light of the solar limb just before and after the eclipse totality, respectively, giving rise to the name ‘flash’ spectrum as the measurements have to be completed in a matter of seconds.

At this moment the Sun’s emission can be split into a spectrum of colours, showing the fingerprint of different chemical elements.

The flash spectrum shown here was produced by the very first solar limb observable after the totality. The exposure to capture this image was exactly 1/30 s. An image of the eclipsed Sun is produced at left and the spectrum of each point of the Sun superposed at the right.

The strongest emission is due to hydrogen, including red hydrogen-alpha emission at far right, and blue and purple to the left. In between, the bright yellow corresponds to helium, an element only discovered in a flash spectrum captured during the 18 August 1868 total eclipse, although it was then unknown what it was. Nearly three decades later the element was discovered on Earth and helium is now known to be the second most abundant element in the Universe, after hydrogen.

The image was taken by astronomers from the Cesar science educational project based at ESA’s European Space Astronomy Centre near Madrid in Spain. More eclipse images and technical information via the Cesar eclipse website.


Copyright ESA/M. Castillo-Fraile

Terra - The Final Wall

The red, smoky sky was riven with the continuous explosions of artillery fire and dying ships. Blinding ribbons of laser light connected massive, lightning-shielded starships in low orbit to sprawling golden battlements that spread from one horizon to another. It was a fortress-palace atop a world, a monument to a galaxy spanning empire that itself comprised the greatest natural edifice that the planet could offer.

The wall before her was breached. Through the jagged glassy edges of the plasma-carved rent, they came. Astartes, but wrong. Some, blood soaked madmen in half-shorn brass warplate, hefting massive chainaxes and severed heads. Others, half-rotted carcasses, bloated with disease. Yet more were reminiscent of the Thousand Sons, burning with unknowable psychic fire, flashing through a spectrum of millions of colors in an instant. The last were bedecked in trophies of flayed skin and ornately shaped, perverse symbols, bearing baroque sonic weaponry that shrieked with dissonance.

As one, they sprinted towards the defenders, supported by corrupted tanks, Knights and Titans. Their number was uncountable. Unstoppable. And yet, Branwen stood to repel these invaders.

At her side, the Last Defenders stood with weapons ready. There were the Raven Guard of her Shadow Force, arrayed just behind the battlements in ambush formations. Atop the walls were the proud disciplined Imperial Fists in their ordered ranks, bolters already chattering. And beside Branwen, gleaming in golden plate, was Her.

The Custodes laid a hand on Branwen’s shoulder, nodding. A strong melodious voice spoke from the helmet’s vox-grille.

“Together at the end, Little Raven.”

(Blurb I’m proud of that I thought I’d repost to the main blog - Branwen finally making it to Terra! Features @sisterofsilence ‘s OC Arlette)

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NEW BOOKS ARRIVING WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 8th, 2017!

ALSO ARRIVING -

More Comics:
BATGIRL AND THE BIRDS OF PREY #16
BIRTHRIGHT #28
BLADE BUNNY VOL 2 #10
COYOTES #1
DAREDEVIL #595 LEG
DESPICABLE DEADPOOL #289 LEG
FALCON #2 LEG
GENERATION X #8
GOTHAM CITY GARAGE #3
GWENPOOL #22 LEG
HAL JORDAN AND THE GREEN LANTERN CORPS #32 METAL
HALF PAST DANGER II DEAD TO REICHS #3 (OF 5) CVR A 
MOONEYHARBINGER RENEGADE #0 CVR A
CLAYTONHELLBOY & BPRD 1955 OCCULT INTELLIGENCE #3 (OF 3)
INJECTION #15 CVR A SHALVEY & BELLAIRE
JESSICA JONES #14 LEG
JUDGE DREDD BLESSED EARTH #7 CVR A FARINAS
JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA #18
KID LOBOTOMY #2 CVR A FOWLER
MASTER OF KUNG FU #126 LEG
MISTER MIRACLE #4 (OF 12)
MS MARVEL #24
MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC #60 CVR A GARBOWSKANEW
SUPER MAN #17
PITIFUL HUMAN LIZARD #15
RAGMAN #2 (OF 6)
RED HOOD AND THE OUTLAWS #16
REDLANDS #4
ROYAL CITY #7 CVR A LEMIRE
RUNAWAYS #3
SCOOBY APOCALYPSE #19
SHE-HULK #159 LEG
SPIRITS OF VENGEANCE #2 (OF 5) LEG
SUICIDE SQUAD #29
SUPERGIRL #15
SUPERWOMAN #16
TITANS #17
UNBEATABLE SQUIRREL GIRL #26
UNCANNY AVENGERS #29 LEG
VENOM #157 LEG
WILDSTORM MICHAEL CRAY #2
WONDER WOMAN #34
X-MEN GOLD #15 LEG

More Manga:
ANNE HAPPY GN VOL 07 UNHAPPY GO LUCKY
BLEACH GN VOL 71
DEMONIZER ZILCH GN VOL 04
DESCENDING STORIES GN VOL 04
GIRLS LAST TOUR GN VOL 03
HAIKYU GN VOL 17
JOJOS BIZARRE ADV 3 STARDUST CRUSADERS VOL 05
KONOSUBA GOD BLESSING WONDERFUL WORLD GN VOL 05
MISS KOBAYASHIS DRAGON MAID GN VOL 05
MOBILE SUIT GUNDAM THUNDERBOLT GN VOL 05
MY MONSTER SECRET GN VOL 08
NISEKOI FALSE LOVE GN VOL 24
OOKU INNER CHAMBERS GN VOL 13
POKEMON OMEGA RUBY ALPHA SAPPHIRE GN VOL 05
PUELLA MAGI TART MAGICA LEGEND JEANNE D ARC GN VOL 05
REQUIEM OF THE ROSE KING GN VOL 07
ROKKA BRAVES OF SIX FLOWERS GN VOL 04
ROYAL TUTOR GN VOL 04
SWORD ART ONLINE ALTERNATIVE GUN GALE GN VOL 01
TODAY CERBERUS GN VOL 06

More Graphic Novels:
BATGIRL TP VOL 02
SON OF PENGUIN (REBIRTH)
MMW INCREDIBLE HULK HC VOL 11 DM VAR ED 252
NORTHLANDERS TP BOOK 03 THE EUROPEAN SAGA
STAR WARS DARTH MAUL SON DATHOMIR TP NEW PTG
STAR WARS FORCE AWAKENS ADAPATATION TP
TITANS THE LAZARUS CONTRACT HC

And the moral of the story is ‘don’t interrupt the time pony mid-rhyme with your religious propaganda.’ It’s rude.

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THE FLASH SPINOFF FANCAST: requested by anonymous

Man, that’s pretty corny… except for the part that says, ‘Beware my power!’ Mmm-hmm… I do dig those words!

nicole beharie as joan stewart/green lantern 

Note: Green Lantern is the one of the first members of the Justice League I would introduce in the Flash spinoff. It would be a great way to establish her origin story, from being in the Marines, to becoming an architect, to becoming a Green Lantern. We’d be able to explore her growing friendship with The Flash and her romantic relationship with Hawkgirl as well.

SUPER HERO BRAWL BRACKET - 

(Just to remind everyone, these matches are totally random and were literally chosen by rolling a dice)

Potpourri Brackets - Round 1 - The Flash Vs Spectrum

The Flash - Barry Allen was struck by lightning and exposed to a mixture of chemicals that turned him into the fastest man alive. For years he has served as a scientist for the Central City Police Department and as a member of the Justice League. 

Spectrum - Monica Rambeau was exposed to extra dimensional energies that allowed her to transform into any form of light energy, giving her incredible speed and an almost unlimited amount of energy blast. She has been the leader of the Avengers (regular and Mighty) and of Nextwave.

The Fight - This is another one of those fights that I can’t believe just happened to get lined up, because we have here the two fastest people on the bracket. Spectrum can move at the speed of light, and the old Flash used to be able to go much faster than that, but New 52 Flash is closer to her, but still probably a tad quicker. However, you can’t hit what you can’t touch, and just because he could keep up with her doesn’t mean he can hit light. The only thing he could do would be to vibrate his arms through her, which would hurt, but at most it would cause her to disperse and then pull herself together again at which point the fight would continue. After a few vibrating punches she’d be hurt, but after a few heavy energy blast, Flash would be down.

Winner - Spectrum

anonymous asked:

A lot of people take offense to jared joke bc it was 'transphobic' more so than it being 'anti-feminist'

did he once say

LOL I HATE TRANS PEOPLE 

news flash. the gender spectrum isn’t so known to most people

so if someone genders something or makes fun of someone like that. 

usually

they aren’t really being transphobic

if you haven’t made fun of a friend once in your life by saying “you’re a girl/boy!” you’re lying

just because it might have not flowed with gender spectrum and all doesn’t mean he meant it that way. 

i do not think Jared is transphobic

my guess is

like MOST PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD

HE DOESN’T KNOW MUCH ABOUT IT

BECAUSE SADLY IT ISN’T THAT PREVALENT

SO I REALLY

DON’T THINK

HE WOULD HAVE KNOWN

SO UNLESS HE SAYS

:I HATE TRANS" OR SOMETHING REALLY CLOSE TO THAT OR SOMETHING BLATANTLY HATEFUL

I WILL NOT CHARGE HIM FOR NOT KNOWING BETTER

BECAUSE IT IS AN UNDER EDUCATED TOPIC

JUDGE THOSE WHO KNOW BETTER AND DO IT ANYWAY. AND IF THEY DON’T KNOW BETTER OFFER THEM A GUIDING HAND TO HELP THEM LEARN. 

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The Great Society (New Avengers) with Their DC Justice League counterparts. (Not 100% sure if The Norn matches up with Wonder Woman)

~Peter