fuel stop

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still interested in the Teenage Mecha Ninja Turtles short (but if you aren't, feel free to ignore this message), but I noticed that the children are also named after more contemporary artists that relate to their heritage. Frida = Frida Kahlo, Basque = Jean-Michel Basquiat, Kusama = Yayoi Kusama, Jackson = Jackson Pollock. As an art major who barely passed art history, I got all giddy for recognizing the names! Thought this might be fun to share!

holy shit the artist symbolism goes deeper

i’m kicking myself, that’s so great??? like i didn’t even know that stuff (art history was never my strong point, i was more the sort to do whatever the fuck i wanted in class and BS my way through everything else because **~art is interpretive~**), but i’m so pumped that it’s a thing!!

i’m so happy the creators of that short put so much thought into their work- the continuation of the artist names thing is really quite sweet, and shows how much they loved the story idea, (i love it even more now omg) not to mention that it states the races of each kid, which makes me even happier as a fan-writer. so much possibility, now that i’ve got canon info.

so yeah much thanks to you anon, i can work with so much more depth now that i’ve got this info. plus add jokes about fate since all the kids have artist names despite not being related (that we yet know)

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.

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.

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.

- 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

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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How We’ll defeat Bendy In The Last Chapter According To My Mom

Me: *explaining Chapter 2 in full detail like before* …And that’s where it ends!  So what do you think?

My mom: Man, and you thought Henry was stupid BEFORE!  Are you so sure Bendy is such an innocent Little devil darlin now?

Me: *laughter* 

My mom: So, how does Henry defeat him? 

Me: We don’t know yet, but seeing as how he’s both a really for real demon and a creature made of ink I would guess holy water/white out?

My mom: THAN DISGUISE AS AN OFFERING OF ANGEL FOOD CAKE SO IT’S BOTH AN ALLERGY TO HOLY THINGS AND IT’S POISON!  I mean, hey an offering of something other than bacon soup would get his attention right?  

Me: Geez ma, you have no mercy!  


Me: Good point.  

anonymous asked:

i bet Kihyun was jst doing his face mask after showering and Wonho came in and pulled him on his lap and he kept squirming bcuz Wonho kept kissing down his shoulders and neck. den Kihyun got a bit face mask on Wonho and they freeze and he buried his face on Kihyun's back and they start laughing. Then he picked out a new face mask and applied dem on Wonho and they kept kissing, their noses bumping and Kihyun will be like "stop kissing me, you're ruining the mask" n Wonho will be like "u like it~"

I literally just imagined them going like this with your statement on “ he buried his face on kh’s back and they started laughing”

with less clothing on their body with facemask on in the bathroom and i am not okay??!!!

Trump Signs Order Urging Elimination Of Clean Water Rule
The president ordered his regulators to "review and reconsider" a rule that protects drinking water for 117 million people.

“Of all the absurd statements I heard from Donald Trump last night in his speech, perhaps the most absurd was when he expressed his desire to “promote clean air and clear water.” I had a hard time not laughing. Remember, this is a president who yesterday signed an executive order rolling back the Clean Water Rule to protect our drinking water from pollution. This is a president who appointed a man who does not believe in environmental protection to be head of the Environmental Protection Agency. This is a president who in his first week in office signed an order to advance two major fossil fuel pipelines. Mr. Trump, stop the hypocrisy. Own up to the fact that so far you are the most anti-environmental president that we have had in modern history.“

- U.S. Senator Bernie Sanders


Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky and Sam

Warnings: Swear words

Word count: 368 

A/N: @girl-next-door-writes requested a Steve x Reader ficlet with the song ‘Mrs. Robinson’ 

Originally posted by naih-reedus

“Would the two of you just shut the fuck up? You’re too old to behave like bratty kids.”

Bucky and Sam immediately shut up and cautiously eyed your expression in the rearview mirror. When they saw you observe them however, they quickly averted their eyes to their laps.

“Why did Steve have to get this small ass car?” Sam grumbled under his breath.

“Did any of you try to get a car for us? No! So shut the fuck up or so help me God.” You hissed, staring him down.

“How about putting some music on?” Steve chimed in, quickly glancing over to you.

“Yeah, we gotta educate you fossils.” Sam said and you giggled.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.”

So you put on ‘Mrs. Robinson’, Sam and you singing along, Steve eventually joining in during the chorus and even Bucky seemed to enjoy the song. This peaceful roadtrip moment lasted until the song finished and when the next song began to play, Sam let out a slowly drawled out whine.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you gotta be kidding me.”

“What? ‘Wannabe’ is a classic and the Spice Girls were the bomb. Get over it!”

“Will you just let me play my music?” He was clearly annoyed, so you turned the volume up.

“No.” You had to bite back the obligatory ‘Go fuck yourself’.

“We need to stop for fuel.” Steve tried his best to calm the rising tension in the small car. “We could also get some candy?”

“As long as I can leave the car and get some fresh air, I’m all good.” You mumbled.

Standing next to Steve as he filled up the tank, watching Bucky and Sam bicker over which candy to buy, you groaned.

“I feel like we’re babysitting two brats.”

“Well, if we can handle those two idiots, we sure can handle kids of our own, don’t you think?” Steve asked, pulling you into his side.

You were taken aback by his honest statement, but it still made your stomach flip in all the right ways. Instead of responding, you pulled him into a kiss by the collar of his shirt.

“Get a room!” Sam exclaimed, whilst Bucky stood snickering behind him.

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When The Day Is Done

This is part of my Drabble Game and is written for another wonderful anon.

Prompts: “Stop! Someone will hear us!”


Imagine being the one to comfort Lord Elrond after long and stressful days.


You could hear him before he even opened the door and swept inside. You had listened to his unusually heavy footfalls as they metered down the corridor and you knew that he was far from happy. For the last fortnight, Elrond had returned in a similar manner; tense and distraught.

There was something weighing on him, something which he would not admit. He would instead present you with false smiles and try to distract himself with his own lies. It was not difficult for you to know and you were entirely sure that he was aware that you did.

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