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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 5/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s):  Fluff & Angst

A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait

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Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.

“You stopped here?”

“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.

Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.

“This is an abandoned building.”

“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”

Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”

Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”

“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”

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bobthejob  asked:

I am confused about the elephant moving board thing. Elephants are social yes? So why is the gate needed? I get that they cant pass in the hallway, theyre huge. But why the gate?

A couple of reasons, and they’re dependent on the facility. The most simple is you need the elephants to get where they’re going, not stop and interact with elephants they’re passing. There’s time for that once they’re at their destination. Moving big dangerous animals around is a multi-person coordination (even though they’re behind barriers from the staff there’s a lot of safety protocols) and it needs to be done efficiently.

Not all elephants in a facility may be allowed to be in the same space with each other. This could be for a number of reasons: personality issues, a bull in musth, or extreme young or old age to name a few. Barns are designed so the animals can have social interaction through the barriers (they’re generally either large metal pylons spaced or vertically or a metal fence with multiple-foot gaps between rails) but not necessarily stand next to each other.

Merry Christmas @lidoshka - I’m your Secret Santa for the @tolkiensecretsanta2017 gift exchange!  I hope you are having a wonderful holiday period. 

You said that you liked the Fëanorians, so I hope you enjoy these two interconnected pieces about Maedhros and Maglor that I’ve cooked up for you! The title provides the connective thread, and is meant to be read as the final line of the first scene, and vice versa. Simply read on, all shall become clear! Enjoy! x

I’m Sorry, He Whispered

“Nelyo!” Maglor whispered; his chubby fingers clung against the balcony where he crouched hidden, and he looked at his brother with round, imploring eyes. “Nelyo, don’t… We’re going to get into trouble…”

“Shhh, Káno!” hissed Maedhros. A shock of copper hair glinted in the golden light as he drew himself up, as mischievous eyes peeked out over the balcony to the tranquil pool below.

“But -” Maglor’s small voice dwindled as Maedhros glared at him, and nervously Maglor watched as his brother turned to gaze out over the pool once more.

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Fahc - Super Powered

It’s very important you all pay attention to what I’m about to say. I wish to call your attention to a group that’s been causing us a lot of trouble; The Fake AH Crew. At this point we can safely say they are powered individuals, part of a… not a different species, they’re still human. They’re like another race, but it’s not the colour of their skin or the shape and placement of their features that make them different. It’s their abilities. 

They call them Manipulators, people capable of ‘manipulating’ their environment, hence the name of course. They’re not common, but where there’s one, there’s normally a few, crowding in an area like rats. The Government dislikes their existence due to the majority refusal of Manipulators to fight in America’s wars, however, the many attempts to assassinate or capture these individuals has led only to pain or death to those sent to get them. Basically the government stopped trying. No longer being hunted by the government, Manipulators have begun living normal lives, most of them anyways; of course some went down the hero root. Others didn’t. Everyone knows being a hero doesn’t pay. A life of crime, however, can. The Fake AH Crew isn’t the only one of it’s kind but it’s certainly one of the more well known. They rule an entire city for god’s sake. That being said, it‘s not easy. To use a manipulation takes a great amount of focus and energy; it’s not like riding a bike, that you never forget or it gets easier. You can practice and practice until you’ve worn your body down to nothing, but the weight of using the gift never gets any easier. The Fake AH crew know this. They don’t win every fight, they can’t afford someone passing out because they exerted too much energy, so it’s rare to see any of the crew use their manipulations. 

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anonymous asked:

god fucking dammit i hate mobile. anyways. Demon AU -- Jeremy summons Ryan just so he'll help him spookify his house/help hand out candy on Halloween. Jeremy dresses up as an angel to spite Ryan, and Ryan just.. un-glamours parts of himself (horns, tail, etc) instead of dressing up. I love the porn but like.... maybe just some good ol' bonding? or lowkey porn with feelings. maybe they kiss. let them KISS TJ - ya boy Trevor

First of all, Trev, slightly disappointed you didn’t come in with hey there, demon AU, it’s me, ya boy Trevor, but prompt accepted anyway. 


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anonymous asked:

All MidCin Suitors VS a cockroach coming at them and MC, what do they do???

Oh my God, bless this imagine as well. I adore this prompt so much.

Some of these are more where the MC and suitors are “joined” by a cockroach, so I hope that’s okay~ and like with the different routes in the game, the MC for each suitor is a little different in temperament ;)

Also, this ended up:


The Wysterians:


  • So he and the princess are chilling in the stables with the horses, obviously taking care of them and not having a rather hot moment together sssh
  • But the princess is basically pinned against the wall and Alyn starts kissing her neck, so her head turns to the side, and he tells her to open her eyes so he can see them
  • Big mistake
  • She does as he says, only to spot the massive cockroach skittering straight her head on the wall
  • She shoves Alyn back and screams, throwing herself behind him and shouting incoherently
  • He’s so confused at first, like what the hell did he do?
  • But then he notices the cockroach now chilling where he head had been
  • And he laughs
  • He can’t stop laughing for five minutes straight and ends up hunched over, in pain, genuinely losing his shit
  • Even Leo ends up popping his head around the corner because he could hear him from inside and got worried Alyn had lost his marbles
  • The princess is an emotional wreck because she’s embarrassed now and hides her face in her hands
  • He eventually stops and straightens up, granted legitimately crying because it was so funny
  • And then he picks up one of the brushes for the horses so calmly, nudges the cockroach, it hops onto the end, and then he goes off to release it into the grass in the field
  • He barely holds back more giggles when he returns and hugs the princess
  • “Geez. I’ve seen you throw yourself into danger without hesitation, and yet you end up losing it over a cockroach?”
  • He kisses her forehead, letting her bury her red face in his chest until she calms down
  • “You know I’ll always protect you, even from a little bug like that.”
  • To this day, she still insists that it was the biggest cockroach in Wysteria


  • So he’s in the middle of a lesson with her in the study, and he’s leaning against the desk while she’s sat in front of him in the chair, reading the book he gave her
  • He’s mid-sentence, explaining something, when suddenly he stops dead, eyes focused on the back of her chair
  • “Princess, please stay very still for a moment. Keep your eyes on me.”
  • Nice way to make someone want nothing more than to look where you’re looking, Giles
  • But she manages to do it, even though she’s basically stone because she’s pretty sure it must be a bug or something
  • He uses the empty goblet on the desk and a piece of parchment, moving over to the chair and very calmly but quickly trapping the cockroach inside before it touches her
  • Then he just wanders over to the window, and she’s so confused the whole time
  • “Giles, what was it? Was it an insect?”
  • He opens the window and chucks it out, then closes it and turns back with a pleasant smile
  • He is not telling her it was a cockroach because she will flip her lid, guaranteed, the second she finds out
  • “Worry not, Princess. It was merely a little caterpillar; it’s safely in the bushes now. It was only young.”
  • He pretends not to hear the thud of the not-so-little not-so-young cockroach landing in the plants behind him
  • The window stays shut for the next month year week


  • I’m not even going to sugar-coat it; it’s their day off, and Leo’s got the princess pinned to the couch in her room
  • Things are getting pretty heavy and Leo’s shirt is half open when the princess suddenly stiffens
  • Leo pauses, wondering what’s wrong, when he sees her staring up at the back of the couch…
  • … and at the massive cockroach chilling on the back of it, seeming to be staring straight at them both
  • Leo’s not quite scared of insects per se, but he doesn’t exactly like them
  • Which means he really doesn’t like them
  • But he’s got to protect his princess, right?
  • So he gets up really slowly, reaching over for the empty bowl on the table they had food in earlier, as well as an envelope that had an invitation to a party in
  • “Don’t move, Princess. I’ll take care of it.”
  • Yeah right
  • He carefully moves toward it, bringing the two items together, ready to trap it inside
  • The cockroach leaps off the back of the couch and straight at him, landing on his inconveniently bare chest
  • Leo has never screamed at such a high pitch in his life
  • He literally flies back and ends up hitting the floor, swatting at his own chest in complete panic
  • The princess just stares at the floor next to him, where the cockroach is now skittering away and heading for the balcony
  • She’s trying to stifle her giggles so hard, since she’s not scared anymore
  • “Leo. Leo. Leo? Leo-”
  • She eventually bursts into howls of laughter, unable to speak, and just points to the balcony
  • Leo pauses mid-panic, staring at the bug now innocently popping through the gap in the railing and disappearing from sight
  • He could cry
  • She doesn’t stop laughing for another ten minutes straight, and he spends the entire time lying back on the floor, blushing so bad with embarrassment, and covering his face in his hands
  • So much for looking cool
  • She loves him more for his effort, and thanks him with a kiss, even if she’s giggling away through it


  • This one is a contradiction when it comes to insects
  • He adores all living things - because, you know, animals are his remainder of reasons for living, other than the princess - but they just creep him out for the most part
  • Butterflies? Cool. Caterpillars? Bearable.
  • But moths, flies, worms and especially cockroaches?
  • NO.
  • So, when he’s enjoying tea with the princess in his room and chatting about random things, he nearly dies when he sees the cockroach skitter out from the underside of the couch and onto the cushion next to the princess
  • Blonds can fly now, apparently
  • He launches himself away from the couch and drags her with him, ignoring how she has no idea what’s going on and is staring at him like he’s lost his mind
  • And then he just stares at the cockroach with such conflict you’d think it was a baby
  • The princess eventually notices it and stops, dead silent
  • He thinks she’s going to freak out and scream or jump away
  • He ever expected her to turn around, grab a platter from the table and prepare to obliterate it from existence
  • He grabs her arms and drags her back, to which she whirls around on him, exclaiming, “Louis, what are you doing? I’m only going to shoo it outside!”
  • Okay so maybe she wasn’t quite going to obliterate it but it still makes his heart hurt, the poor thing
  • “You can’t hurt it. It’s a living thing. Can’t we just… move it outside, instead?”
  • Cue the deadpan look she gives him
  • Really, Louis?
  • And so, the princess then has to go about retrieving a cup, wrangling the cockroach under it and trapping it with the platter, then releasing it very gently outside onto the balcony
  • “Louis, I think we need to talk about your moral codes.”
  • The doors are never opened again


  • So, he’s in the middle of eating the princess’ face when this happens
  • She’s on top of him on her bed and he’s feeling her up shamelessly, starting to bite at her neck
  • His eyes open just as he’s about to tease her, and there it is
  • A cockroach, sat on the headboard, chilling there like it owns the place
  • Sid is not scared in the slightest
  • No, he’s pissed, because the insect is interrupting his sexy time
  • Thinking it’ll prevent her from seeing it, he flips her under him, telling her to keep her eyes closed because she’s making such a gorgeous expression
  • Naturally, she’s the type think “Screw you” and disobey to make him even more riled up
  • So, naturally, she opens her eyes
  • Fuck
  • Cue her knee jerking up into Sid’s crotch so hard he flies off her, rolling across the bed, before crashing to the floor in a 6′2″ pile of pain and regret
  • She scrambles away from the bed, screaming and babbling, thinking he was just going to carry on with a cockroach inches away from them both
  • He’s too busy moaning in pain to respond
  • But when he can breathe again, he groans out that he was going to trap it and put it on the bedside table while she was distracted
  • Oops
  • She spends ten minutes with him in her lap, stroking his hair and apologising profusely for kneeing him so hard
  • But when he recovers she tells him to get rid of it because she’s still terrified
  • “… Princess.”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “It’s gone.”
  • “SID-”

The Steiners


  • They’re both in the library, sat next to each other, reading in peaceful silence
  • The princess is leaning against Albert just a little, all nice and cosy, and has her head on his shoulder
  • Aw
  • Oh wait
  • Say goodbye to that
  • Albert suddenly notices a really soft scratching sound to his left and looks up, glancing to his left…
  • … only to be met with the beady stare of the huge cockroach exceedingly close to his face, sat on the back of his chair
  • It’s also behind the princess’ head
  • This is dangerous, computes Albert’s brain
  • Danger must be removed, concludes Albert’s brain
  • And also, he doesn’t like bugs
  • So, he does what he must
  • He closes his book slowly, then curls the arm closest to the princess around her back, very carefully tugging her against his chest, eyes never leaving the cockroach
  • The princess is so confused
  • “Albert? Is something wrong?”
  • He just holds her tighter, raising the hand with the book over her head so she can’t see what he’s doing. He’s also blushing btw
  • “Not at all. Just trust me, and stay still, please.”
  • She’s like no problemo, even though she’s curious, and just cuddles into him because she’s loving the side hug
  • He narrows his eyes at the cockroach, plan already formed
  • The princess literally jumps out of her skin at the sound of the book smacking into the back of the chair, face whirling around so she can look at Albert
  • And she goes into clinical shock because he’s actually smirking. She has never seen him smirk before. No one has.
  • “… Albert?”
  • Ping~
  • He just chuckles despite his blush, tugging her up and standing with her, trying not to look too satisfied at the dinging noise the cockroach made when it flew into the wall
  • “There was an ant on the chair. I will have the library cleaned immediately. Let us continue this in my room.”
  • It’s the smoothest thing he’s ever said in his entire life


  • They’re both sat together in The Garden of Stars, on the side of the fountain, the princess sat on his lap and his arms around her waist
  • They’re just talking contentedly about things and looking up at the stars 
  • It’s all very calm and peaceful
  • But then when the princess turns to look at Byron, she notices the cockroach perched near them on the side, very innocently may I say
  • And, well…
  • ShE fReAkS tHe FuCk OuT
  • She’s usually calm and quite composed, but she’s deathly scared of insects
  • So, when she jumps and yelp in fright, jerking to the side and almost falling out of his arms, it’s an understatement to say he’s confused
  • He keeps her there, though, and looks to the side quickly
  • … he can’t stop himself from smiling
  • “Byron, let me up! Why are you-”
  • “Ah, so you’re afraid of cockroaches?”
  • “I’m phobic of insects in general, Byron! Please let me up!”
  • He just holds her tighter, monitoring the “frightening” being, and squeezes her gently, asking, “Is it really doing you any harm?”
  • She’s not amused
  • “That’s not the point! I’m terrified of them, and have been since I was little! Please let me up!”
  • He can only laugh softly
  • He actually finds it very interesting but also completely adorable that he’s finally discovered something she’s genuinely afraid of
  • So, he just collects her in his arms sideward on, standing and wandering down the path, smirking just a little at how she burrows into his chest for safety
  • “You never cease to surprise me, Princess. Let us return to my room. You’ll soon forget all about your fear.”
  • The combination of adrenaline and blood rush makes her pass out
  • Oops


  • Okay, heads up: both the princess and Nico are equally terrified of bugs, so this was always destined to end badly
  • Basically, they’re in the royal carriage, all chill and happy, the princess sitting contentedly with her legs on Nico’s lap while they’re on their way to Stein for a visit
  • But some idiot, meaning Nico, didn’t check the carriage before they got in, and the curtains covering the windows - because they don’t have glass in them - have been open the whole time
  • It’s also summer
  • So, naturally, a cockroach has decided to make the carriage its new home
  • Neither of them notice its presence until it literally skitters up the side of the seat where they both are, speeding straight atthem both
  • Cue Nico channelling his inner squirrel whilst also discovering new limits to his vocal range
  • Both he and the princess are shrieking like mad and fly off the seat over to the other side of the carriage, Nico clutching the princess to his chest and glaring at the offending cockroach
  • It doesn’t care
  • It doesn’t even hesitate and comes to a happy stop atop the cushion where they were both seated
  • Arrogant prick
  • The screams of the two have drawn the attention of the knights, perhaps fortunately and perhaps unfortunately, and the whole procession comes to a halt while Alyn rides over, then pokes his head inside
  • “What happened? What is it?”
  • The two are shaking with fear, and Nico points to the cockroach
  • Alyn could kill them both in that moment
  • “You’re kidding me. All that noise, just for a cockroach? Just throw it out the window!”
  • Nico’s pride is hurting right now, but he’s also far too scared to save it, so he thanks his stars when the princess whines out, “Alyn, please get rid of it!”
  • Cue many a “Tch” from him while he reaches inside and just picks it up, then lobs it away from the carriage before muttering to himself about them both being stupid and returning to his horse
  • They never let go of each other for the rest of the ride
  • This is also the reason why Wysterian carriages start to have glass fittings installed in windows
  • Modern-day Wysteria can thank that cockroach for the windows they now have in cars


  • These two have a rather awful confrontation with their cockroach
  • They’re not even out of bed when it happens
  • It probably got in the night before when the balcony doors were open, but the two hadn’t noticed, so now, they’re lying in bed, the princess cuddled back against Rayvis’ chest with his chin on her shoulder
  • It’s also morning, and the light’s coming in through the curtains enough to make the room visible
  • He’s busy kissing her neck, running his hand down her stomach, and her eyes are closed from the pleasant sensations running through her
  • But then they hear this little sound, like something’s been dropped onto the cover
  • Both of them open their eyes and look:
  • shiiIIITTTT
  • The princess screams and launches herself over Rayvis, tumbling out of bed and collapsing onto the floor
  • Thank God she has her nightdress on
  • Rayvis rolls out after her, getting his foot caught in the cover and falling onto the floor in a surprisingly graceful lump of pale, groggy perfection
  • The princess skitters back like there’s a monster coming to eat her
  • Rayvis just glares at the bed, more embarrassed and irritated than scared
  • So he just stands up, swipes the goblet from the side and finds a piece of paper
  • No more Mr. Harneit for you, cockroach
  • He literally scoops it up and covers it before it can flip itself the right way up, then stalks over to the balcony doors - only in his trousers, might I add - and opens them
  • He swings the goblet forward with such speed the poor little creature soars out, then disappears into the bushes below with another thud
  • He’s so miffed
  • Not a nice way to wake up. At all.
  • Still, he heads back inside and closes the goddamn doors, then chucks the pillow it landed on onto the couch before returning to the princess
  • “It’s gone now. Come. We have time, so let’s just calm down.”
  • And he carries her back to bed and kisses her until she’s not shaking anymore
  • Aw, Ray~


  • These two are in the gardens of Wysteria Palace when it happens
  • Robert is painting a picture of the dahlias in front of him while the princess watches, since it’s his day off
  • He also encourages her to try painting every now and agan and helps her with her brushstrokes and it’s adorable
  • Anyways, he’s got her on his knee and is assisting her with painting the outline of a flower when they both spot it
  • The cockroach pops up at the top of the canvas, crawling over the top and stopping in the corner
  • Robert goes still instantly because he knows she’s always been scared of insects, and used to find cockroaches particularly intimidating
  • But he’s far too composed to find them frightening at all which is a blessing
  • So he just rubs her side gently, patting it, before he says, “Princess, stay still for a moment. I’ll get rid of it. Don’t panic, alright?”
  • She’s terrified, but she trusts him way more than she’s scared of the offending bug
  • So she lets him sit her down on the chair, then gets up and finds one of the empty pots he has for washing his brushes and gets his sketchbook as well
  • He’s just not afraid at all and she can only marvel at him while he does this
  • But he catches her looking and knows she’s on edge, so he gives her a toothy grin and a subtle wink before turning to the canvas
  • Everything is red, her face, her skin, her cheeks
  • He still respects the cockroach since it’s a living thing and is harmless, really, so he’s very gentle when he traps it inside the cup and slides it onto his sketchbook
  • And then he just wanders off for a moment, releasing it into the bushes, before coming back to her
  • He has to laugh a bit at her amazed expression, slipping under her on the chair and cuddling her from behind again
  • He just kisses her temple, then her forehead, murmuring, “You’re adorable, Princess. You never change.”
Several Sunlit Days

pipeyna | mermaid au | wip; somebody beg me to finish this it’s too good to just let go

It’s quiet in her father’s kingdom.

Piper doesn’t like it one bit, because she’s certain that the citizens in the kingdom are going about their daily lives as usual, and are only quiet around her because they’re busy gawking and gaping and whispering behind her back. Not that she blames them, really, because it’s her own damn fault and she knows it, but no matter whose fault it is, it’s still uncomfortable.

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As someone expressed an interest in how I made the shelf in Little Prince’s vivarium I thought i’d share the process :)

A shelf is an excellent way of increasing the ‘floor’ space of a vivarium by making use of the wasted upper space. Most snakes like to hide in places that are off the ground as well as having a climbing opportunity. This is one way to build a removable shelf for small snake (i.e corn snake). Being removable makes it easier to clean or change things round. For a larger/heavier snake or a bigger shelf then I recommend a different, more substantial construction rather than this one.

This is a photo of a finished (upside down) shelf and two rails ready to be added to the viv. The shelf and rails have interlocking L shapes by glueing on smaller square dowels. A  supporting leg is glued on the front corner, if the shelf is long, another leg can be added midway along. For added interest for the snake, I’ve cut a climb through hole in the corner.

I’ve drilled a series of small holes along the shelf. These are done so that hides and other things can be secured to the shelf so the snake can’t push them off and hurt themselves or break the glass of the vivarium etc. Additionally tubes and other things can be attached to the underside of the shelf to create extra exploring fun. (The one downside of the holes is that if the snake poops on the shelf, it can get in the holes so make sure to have some pipe cleaners on hand to clean them out!)

Paint/ seal the wood. Measure the height of the rails and secure them to the sides of the viv with strong glue or nails/screws. It’s a good idea to seal the gap between the rail and viv with hot glue so if the snake poops on the shelf it can’t run down behind the rail where you can’t clean it.

Drop the shelf in and done!

Close up and diagram showing how the L shapes hold the shelf in place. There must be at least two rails, one on the back wall and one on the side wall, to hold the shelf in place.

Viv with finished shelf installed :D

Safety tips-

*Take care when using tools etc, particularly power tools.
*Make sure the wood and other things used in the construction are strong enough and won’t splinter, bend, snap or break with the weight of the hides and a snake lumping about on it.
*Some woods are toxic to snakes (the oil in pine wood is harmful and dust from chipboard is harmful to humans so safe to assume it’s not good for snake either). Some glues also contain chemicals that are present after it dry to preserve it. Make sure to coat or seal the wood/glue with non toxic paint or sealant.
*All edges/ corners should be smoothed with some sandpaper and if using screws or nails, make sure there are no protruding sharp edges or points the snake can hurt itself on.

Materials & tools-
Wood (piece for shelf, piece for rails and leg, piece of square dowel for edges)
Strong wood glue/ hot glue gun
Non toxic paint (i.e acrylic) or sealant
Paint brush
Hand saw or jigsaw
Drill (hand or electric)
Nails/ screws/ hammer/ screwdriver

Title: The Incident With The Helium Balloon
Author: whenthestarsburntout
Rating: PG
Genre: Humour, Romance, Fluff
Word Count: 826
Pairings or Characters: The Doctor (12th), Clara Oswald
Spoilers: None
Notes: This is harmless fun and written for a prompt on otpprompts on Tumblr! I love helium haha!
Summary: Who knew a helium balloon could have such an effect on a grouchy Time Lord and his companion!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who. All belongs to the BBC!


“Clara I don’t sound like that.” cried the Doctor as he waved his hands; something he did when he wasn’t best pleased with something. Clara grinned, a medium sized pink balloon pinched between her fingers.

“Clara I don’t sound like that.” she imitated, trying her best not to laugh as she pulled off her best Scottish accent. Of course she wasn’t just imitating him in her normal voice.

No her voice was changed on the influence of helium that was in said pink balloon that was pinched between her fingers. The Doctor sent her a halfhearted glare, the corners of his lips twitching upwards completely betraying him as he moved around the console, pressing numerous buttons and pulling levers hoping that the sound of the engines and rotor would drown out the awful noise she was creating.

“You are hilarious.” he said refusing to look at his small travelling companion who was now giggling. It took everything he had not to smile, but it was awfully hard. She sounded terrible but he could hear that it was starting to wear off just a little now.

He glanced at the balloon, hoping he was being discreet by only moving his eyes but Clara was clever. After all she had worked with children. She could spot those shifty eye movements from a mile off.

He had to get the balloon off of her before she drove him mad, with her god awful imitations of him. How humiliating. He slowly turned on his heel, his fingers of his right hand trailing around the rim of the console as he strode around towards her, head bowed and lips quirked into a small smile.

Clara noticed the change in body language and of course the fact that he was moving towards her. She stepped backwards, now holding the balloon behind her back, a nervous smile on her face.

“Doctor what are you doing?”

“Walking? Wasn’t that obvious?”

Clara bit her lip to stop the nervous laugh that was clawing at her throat from coming out. She knew what he’d do if he got his hands on her helium filled pink balloon. The Doctor advanced slowly, his eyes never raising, always trained on the floor before him.

He was actually watching Clara’s feet to see where abouts she was moving to as he moved himself around the console. He had to get that damned balloon!

“You can’t have my balloon.” she said, her voice taking on a rather petulant tone. The Doctor raised his head to that, his eyebrows raising as he watched a heavy red blush appearing in her cheeks.

“I’m sorry? Since when was I travelling with a child?” he asked, stopping in his tracks a grin appearing on his face. Clara looked like a fish floundering on land, just flopping in the sand. Brilliant.

“Excuse me but I could ask you the same, hence the reason why this balloon is here in the first place Mr I’m-going-to-act-like-I’m-five!”

His grin never wavered as he closed the gap, Clara near the railings. He swallowed at the current position. He peered down at her, revelling in the fact she was flustered by the closeness. He’d never let on that he was in fact in the same dilemma.

“Give me the balloon.”

“No, not a chance.” she bit back, a grin of her own appearing, as she willed herself not to laugh. This is what she’d hoped would happen. That she could bring something out in her grouchy Time Lord. He’d been a terrible pain today and this was certainly what it felt like to win.

“Fine.” he huffed, stepping back. He watched silently, holding his breath as she relaxed just a little bit and-

“Ouch! Doctor what the hell?!” Clara cried with a laugh as the tall gangly Time Lord lunged at her, ripping the balloon from between her fingers, sealing the bottom as not to waste to much of the contents inside.

“Teach you not to take the bloody piss out of me won’t it?” The Doctor remarked with a smirk. Clara giggled crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him turn his back, obviously about to inhale some of the helium.

She’d got this. He’d never be able to successfully imitate her- damn…

“Please don’t,” she started swallowing down her giggles with great difficulty, reaching out her hands desperately, her cheeks hurting from grinning so much. “I’ll… I’ll never travel with you again!”

An empty threat. Of course she’d always come back and travel with him. He turned around. Oh that was a rather devious smile.

“I’m Clara and I’m full of empty threats!”

“Oh my god! Doctor I don’t sound like that!”

“You so do!”

“Piss off…” she grumbled, shoving him playfully before joining in the fun again. This is how she liked the Doctor; carefree and happy, with that cheeky smile and devious nature.

It was… a tiny bit sexy.

One Last Ride

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This is it, I thought as I looked at my gauze wrapped forearm, I looked around my living room one last time, noticing the boarded up windows, the door to the garage, the T.V barricading the door, and the keys on the scuffed coffee table in front of me. I’m gonna miss all of this. 

I grabbed the keys, stood up, and made my way to the garage door. I looked in on my baby, a Cherry red 1972 split bumper camaro. I slowly walked over to the car and slowly unlocked the car door. 

I’m gonna miss you, I thought. 

I eased into the car and closed the door, savoring the solid sound it made. Outside the garage door, they stirred. I put the key in and started to turn the key when an agonizing pain in my arm took my breath away. I gritted my teeth and looked down. I saw that the infection had started to spread up my arm turning my veins a blackish color and taking all the color from my skin. I looked forward again and turned the key, ignoring the pain. 

The 450 cubic inch big block roared to life, which sent those outside into a wild stir. I duly noted the banging and moans coming from the garage door as I hit the auto garage door opener. 

Here’s hoping those additions I made will get them out of the way. 

As the garage door opened I saw legs hanging from it. Thank god for those Mad Max inspired metal spikes. I floored it, leaving two wide black lines on the garage pavement as I fishtailed it out. The Undead were surprisingly not that thick, leaving me a decent gap allowing me to get onto the road. 

I hit the clutch and shifted gears, ignoring the painful infection in my arm as it slowly crept its way farther along my arm. As I drove I noticed many abandoned cars, burnt out husks of homes, even an M1A1 Abram’s with the top hatch open. 

“Poor bastards” I mumbled. 

As I left the little neighborhood I used to live in, I got on a road that I knew had what I was looking for at the end. I sped up and looked down at the speedometer, I was pushing 200 MPH. I passed by a gas station with a Tanker out front with the trailer on fire. Farther on I heard a massive explosion and looked in the rear-view mirror to see a mushroom cloud of black smoke and fire rising towards the heavens. 

I looked to my right and noticed that the infection had spread to my shoulder. I slowed down to about 50 to take a turn onto a cliff-side road, leaving black marks on the road as I drifted around the corner. I quickly sped up again as I saw what I was looking for, which so happened to be a big tear in the guard rail caused by a big rig with a very unfortunate driver. 

On the other side? Nothing but a cliff side full of jagged rocks. I patted the dash of the car. 

“I’m sorry old girl, but this is what I have to do.” 

I looked in the mirror and saw that black veins were protruding on my face now. I pegged the accelerator to the floor and hit the gap in the guard rail going about 225 MPH. The last thing I saw in this world before the infection took over and I blacked out is the loud purr of the car and the jagged rocks of the cliff side quickly approaching.

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The Edge of Midnight

With the crooning vocals of Pink Mutiny in her ear–an older release from their ballad album, Moonlight Mutiny, Kestrel crossed the gap from light rail to platform and made her way through the Bellevue station and out into the chilled streets. It was much later than she’d hoped for the bar’s opening day, the sun already dipping low in the horizon between greying clouds.

New boots–black with grey soles–made every step feel awkward and new and her blackened jeans wore tighter around her hips than her old, worn-in pair had. Still, it was comfortable. Legit, too. Aside from a swiped silver-toned necklace with its angular pendant hanging down, everything was bought and paid for.

She straightened her black, sleeveless blouse and tugged at the purple cuffs of her blazer, and started down the streets to the beat of “With Murderous Intent.”

The bassist sang this one alone, unusual for the punk duo. Her voice was like midnight silk, the low throngs of the strings accompanying her melody. The music did well to drown out lingering thoughts from the memories the doctor had asked her to recall.

Fuck. She just wanted to sleep, but promises were promises.

Head up and sunglasses down, Kestrel strutted towards the bar with forced confidence, pulling open the door. There was a bouncer there in the entry room. She looked up. And up.

And up. Tall, much?

She waved up at the giant.

“Hey. Yo.”

anonymous asked:

How does the US Navy's new railgun function

Current flowing through the system creates a strong magnetic force ( Lorentz Force ). Since the projectile is bridging  the gap between the two rails and is free to move, the force pushes the projectile forward until it leaves the muzzle and breaks the circut.