fuel stop

On indigenous land, Trump wants a pipeline and Turnbull wants a coal mine.

That is, Turnbull just announced he’s gonna change the Native Title Act so it can’t be used to stop the Adani coal mine. This happens a lot. Whenever the Native Title Act helps give Indigenous people power to stop destructive government projects, the government just amends the Act to disempower them again. It’s a weak law.

The world over, stopping climate change, stopping fossil fuels and empowering Indigenous people are deeply linked.

Dean stopping to fuel his Impala, and when he is waiting in line to pay, he spots some keychains of stuffed animals. One of them is of a guinea pig, and without thinking it twice, he gets it and pays for it along with the gas.

Once he is back in the bunker, he finds Cas in the kitchen and he gives him the keychain. Cas looks at it, studying the stuffed guinea pig with his usual intensity before he looks at Dean, silently asking a question.

“For the keys of your truck,” Dean answers, trying to sound casual, but nothing is casual when it comes to Cas. “Just so you have something to remember home when you’re away.”

Before Dean turns around to hide his obvious blush, he manages to see Cas’ surprised but pleased face. Dean busies himself with the cupboards, trying to find something to eat, waiting for his flush and embarrassed smile to disappear. He almost startles when he feels Cas’ hand on his shoulder, but immediately melts under the familiar touch, his heart skipping a beat when he sees Cas’ bright and emotional eyes.

“I always remember home when I’m away,” Castiel says. “But thank you for the present, Dean. I really like it.”

Dean nods and smiles, trying to hide how much Cas’ words mean to him. “No problem, buddy.”

He watches how Castiel strokes the guinea pig, smiling at the soft touch. Maybe this little gift will make Cas come back home sooner the next time. Maybe when Cas is gone and he sees the little keychain, he realizes the unsaid words Dean is never able to say every time Cas is away.

I miss you.

Come back home.

Be safe.

I love you, Cas.

Sunday chain #27

1. It was my mother who first discovered the fuel leak. Or at least, that’s what we thought it was then. My grandmother, who was the last of us to have set foot on Earth, had died the month before. We had gathered in the laundry atrium, which was the largest open space without ongoing maintenance work, and made such tribute as we could: this is one of the first things I remember. My mother said it felt like a new era, like we were on our own. Although of course we had been out of radio contact with Earth for many years by then. And then, so soon after: the fuel numbers didn’t quite add up. The guardian angels of the old world gone, and we were on our own. But we had excess fuel against unplanned contingencies. It was the slowest of slow leaks. No big deal.

2. There is another thing that is odd about the path of the ship: sometimes it makes corrections that we did not tell it to make. Not often, but sometimes. I wish I could say that I was the one who discovered this, but I think it was Grace Cao who first noticed it. The ship does have a mechanism for external course corrections. It was designed for two circumstances: to retrieve the ship in the case of the crew becoming somehow disabled at launch, and at the fabled other end: for our children’s children’s children to be guided into port on the new worlds by the settlers who had landed before them. It uses a separate communications channel: minimal data and supposedly programmable across huge distances. But it is entirely possible that it is buggy. Still, the end point of our journey is the system that it always was. Also, hopefully, no big deal.

3. Over the years, we have gone from thinking of the ship as a complex but explicable machine to thinking of it as a mysterious engine that we cannot quite control. Too much not quite lining up. Maintenance is turning into ritual. The Machine is turning up in the old stories from Earth. It keeps us alive but it can punish us. It is capricious and sometimes angry. So we were ready for the latest development, I suppose. Too ready: there is so me scandal down in engineering with Peter and the Adeosun wards, and I have heard people say, joking-not-joking, that our fuel problems are down to moral failing.

4. Nevertheless, I think the changes we now see are more likely to belong in the domain of the fuel leak. And this time they are worrying. If we sustain this level of fuel depletion to our destination, we will be out of reserves. Too many things to go wrong. There has been an uptick in the rate of fuel loss, and no obvious reason for it. I sent Xuebing and Grace Cao out on a spacewalk to inspect the fuel tanks. It has been a long time since since anyone went on spacewalk. We had to fire up the fabricator to print a new seal for the second suit. But they have not found anything external.

5. The way it fluctuates is curious. I am not sure that we are looking at this the right way.

6. Of course, the other option is that it is something in our course correction. We have certainly not made any deviation in heading for years, intentionally or unintentionally. It cannot be that. Could it be speed correction? We are at the speed we would expect to be at, at this point in the journey. But if were to deviate from this, the ship would automatically intervene to put us back. It would use fuel. But why would it need to? We are in deep space. We are as alone as any humans have ever been. There is nothing here to slow us down.

7. Some further time has passed. Grace Sharma has been plotting the anomaly. But I fear now that we are already beyond the point where the mission is lost. We will not be able to correct at the other end. Perhaps when we get there we can send the settlers a distress call. Perhaps they can rescue us somehow.

8. The crew at the bridge all know it now, but for the while we have not told the others. Maybe there is some way out. If only we knew what was happening! It is hard to extract the information, but with Bernard-Rose and Grace’s help I think we have it confirmed: the engines are running at a higher rate than they should for what is supposed to be primarily a power-generation role  On a whim, I tried assuming the missing fuel had gone into speed correction. What could the forces on the ship have been to cause that? And out came the plot, like a dream, like a nightmare. Because this was a curve that I had seen before.

9. The Wang-Fernstell curve. Physics class. One of a range of competitors to the standard model of quantum gravity. A fringe idea, really. In any case not experimentally confirmable on the small scales available in the solar system. But on a long voyage across deep space: yes, absolutely confirmable. You would observe a slow deceleration over time, oscillating in a distinctive way, increasing in magnitude. Or, if you had a ship that corrected for that sort of thing, you would gradually run out of fuel. And then stop. In deep space. So it seems we have made an incredibly important discovery about the structure of the Universe. And it seems that we will never be able to tell anyone about it. It seems that we are doomed.

10. I have told the others. The ship is very quiet. I cannot stop thinking of all the ships that went before us, of all the ships that will come after. Did they all make this discovery, once they were beyond hope of rescue? Are they all lost? Is the Earth even now churning out new ships to drift, lifeless, into the void, and pinning all its future hopes on them? We have turned off the speed correction in the hope of saving fuel for power, though we will be able to eke a tiny amount out of the solar panels when that fails. But now, of course, the ship has started making course corrections again, ones that we cannot override. Of course. I have asked Peter to move up to the kitchen hold. It is not at all clear that he is safe.

11. Another correction. We are going to run out of fuel. We are coming towards our final resting place.

12. We are coming towards our final resting place. And there is something there. Something gleaming in the starlight up ahead. It is hard to make out. A complex, huge, many-looped grey thing, studded across with tiny lights.

13. It is the ships. It is the other ships. Thousands and thousands of them, all linked up: something between a space station and a planet. We are within radio range of it now. And they have been calling us! We are to dock at the nearmost point. They called us from an atrium full of trees. Trees! I have never seen such a thing. But why not use some of the seeds now, whilst they lie becalmed? And maybe it will not be forever. They say there may be something they can make of the new physics, some way to make these odd forces work for us. But for now I am just marvelling at the thing they have made. It has states. There are parts of it where the languages are diverging. There are parts of it that worship the myth of the machine. We will all have to choose where to live and what to work on. So much to do, to keep it alive!

14. But one thing still to do now: use the remaining fuel to power up the long-range transmitter. We need to send the requisite course corrections to the next ship down the line.

Roger Holder of the 11th ACR, 1967.

Holder was seriously wounded when a landmine hit his M113 APC. Later, after serving time for marijuana possession, he went AWOL. Then, in 1972, he hijacked a plane with his girlfriend.

From Wikipedia:

June 2, 1972: Western Airlines Flight 701 from Los Angeles to Seattle was hijacked by Willie Roger Holder, a Vietnam War veteran, and his girlfriend Catherine Marie Kerkow. The hijackers claimed they had a bomb in an attaché case and demanded $500,000 and that Angela Davis, who was then on trial, be freed. After allowing half the passengers to get off in San Francisco and the other half to get off in New York on a re-fueling stop, they flew on to Algeria, where they were granted political asylum, joining the International Section of the Black Panther Party. It was and still remains the longest-distance hijacking in American history. Later, $488,000 of the ransom money was returned to American officials.

The story of the hijacking is chronicled in Brendan Koerner’s book The Skies Belong to Us.

His Name

The whole time they were talking, Lance could tell his mind was some place else. Some place more important than whatever nonsense made its way out of his mouth. His mind was probably off in Hawaii, next to the resort pool, drinking cocktails and martinis with some other lover. 

Some lover that wasn’t Lance. Lance knew Shiro had been unfaithful, with his heart set on things- people- it shouldn’t be. Lance knew, knew Shiro never worked late, knew Shiro didn’t need to go for business trips that often. Most of all, he knew he wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t good enough to keep Shiro’s head on straight, to keep him looking into Lance’s eyes instead of down another man’s driveway.

But, he loved Shiro. He wouldn’t just give up. Maybe- just maybe- if Lance managed to get back Shiro’s interest they could go back to normal, how it was before Shiro came into promiscuity.

“So then-” Lance blabbered, trying to keep Shiro’s interest when suddenly Shiro’s phone buzzed, an incoming call. Shiro looked at the caller i.d. and looked apologetically at Lance before leaving the room to take the call.

It was then, as Shiro turned his back on Lance, that he realised. Things would never go back to normal, love had been drained, connection was gone. Their love was dying and Lance could do nothing but watched as it fizzled to a cold, hard stop. Fueled by nothing other than Lance’s want. A want that was slowly dying too. 

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Crumbling Down - Sehun | Masterlist

Originally posted by awwsehun

Paring: sehunXreader, other exo memberXreader

Genre: Smut, Angst || Best friend!Sehun

Summary: When friends with benefits goes horribly wrong.

Notes: This series will be mature filled with possibly triggering scenes and aspects. Please keep this in mind when reading.


“we were a fire. not a gentle burning flame that was contained within a small space but a roaring blaze that engulfed the world around it. It wasn’t realized until it was too late.”


“we meant to keep the fire as tame as a lit candle,”


“but instead, it was one that could take out a forest.”


“nothing would come out undamaged, no matter how hard we tried to extinguish the flames.”


“there was no way to safely get out when we were the ones holding the fuel,”

five -

❣️coming november 4th 

“and even if we could drop the fuel and stop further harm - everything was different after the fire”


❣️coming november 18th

“we were frayed at the edges and we would never be the same.”

The Arrangement: Part 4

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 4

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Need to catch up? The Arrangement Master Post

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  1729

Warnings: explicit language, angst

Author’s Notes:  This is part four of a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

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- huge age gap? check

- complete 360 of her character to be more passive? check

- makeover? check

- sheltered woman being introduced to romance by someone more mature and experienced in the world than herself? check

- “idk why being naked is bad” scene? check

- fandom infantilizing, sexualizing, and trivializing her experiences while praising the main male characters portrayal of trauma? check

- her role reduced as armcandy/someone to cry over if she dies? check

On the subject of gender

I haven’t written anything in a while, and this isn’t very good, but oh well. Hope everyone enjoys it!

Summary: Logan had to be a boy, right? That went without saying; if Thomas was a boy, then Logan surely was too. But what if Logan wasn’t a boy?

Word count: 1482

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anonymous asked:

Neil and Andrew in the car, finding out that the breaks have been meddled with and they cannot stop the car or they'll end up dead so they jump. Idk who did that but maybe his dad's folks ? Thanks

Okay, I altered this prompt a little (doing research and all), but I think the main theme is here. And I was determined to make it short! Hopefully you still like it.


Andrew revved the Maserati’s engine a little higher before he slipped it into fifth gear on the highway and caught the flash of Neil’s grin in the dim light of the car’s interior illumination and the gleam of his tousled auburn hair falling into his eyes in the occasional overhead lamps on the road. They were a couple of hours outside of Chicago on I-55, were driving for the hell of it and the chance to get away from the congestion of the city and to do something other than Exy, to hit the open road for a little while as they sat side by side in a quiet, peaceful contentment. The cats had enough food and water to last until they returned tomorrow, there was a full pack of cigarettes in the glove compartment and they knew the road well enough to plan stops for fuel and food at opportune moments.

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Can we please stop spreading the idea that Bob compared his relationship with Echo to his relationship with Octavia?

He said that Echo UNDERSTANDS something about his relationship to Octavia and there’s a part of her that he is drawn to.

He DIDN’T say she was LIKE his sister. This idea is spreading like wildfire and his words are getting twisted. I just don’t want people to be disappointed and confused when this statement turns out not to be true to canon.