god streaks

I JUST FIGURED OUT HOW IRIS CAN SURVIVE SAVITAR

We’ve all seen this lovely footage of Savitar shish-kebabing Iris in front of Barry. After her death, Barry is destroyed mentally, but eventually gets a little bit better in 3x19.

In the same episode, Barry travels to the future … 2024 to be exact.

YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE HAPPENS IN 2024?????

ALSO, COINCIDENTALLY THE SAME FUCKING DAY THE EPISODE AIRED.

In the comics, Barry stops Eobard Thawne from killing his new lover, Fiona, by snapping his neck.

Are you seeing where I’m going with this?

My theory is that future!Barry will go back in time on April 25, 2024 to save Iris’ life by killing Savitar.

How would the companions use snapchat?

This is a request from a friends of my who doesn’t have tumblr.

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Ada & Codsworth: Robots can’t really use snapchat.

Cait: NuDeS.

Curie: She is legit so amazed with the filters! Legit every snap story or not is her with a filter. She also loves the bitmojis. Too pure for the wastelands.

Danse: He either leaves them on un-open or replies with just messages instead of actually trying to start a streak. God dammit Danse people just at least want one reply that isn’t text.

Deacon: “Send nudes,” and other various memes.

Dogmeat: Dogmeat obviously doesn’t have one, but sole sends a lot of pic of dogmeat.

Gage: StReAkS aNd NuDeS.

Hancock: Everything, but the most common are videos of him getting high.

Longfellow: He has a general idea of it, but her rarely uses it. Occasional pictures of liquor.

Maccready: Low key fuck boy shit. He doesn’t do it on purpose though.

Nick: He doesn’t really use it, but he sometimes take the occasional aesthetic black and white photo.

Piper: Bomb ass stories. She always posts stories of her crazy reporter adventures. A lot of them are near death experiences.

Preston: Now Preston is a rather busy guy, so he doesn’t have much time for sending snaps. The most he send is written in the marker thing and it say “gm,” “s/r,” or “gn.”

Strong: Wtf is a “snapchat?”

X6-88: Sole made him one but he never uses it.

geardirector  asked:

How do you adress the "DNA contains specified information" aspect of intelligent design?

I can elaborate, of course, but this is a nonsense argument. When I hear this, I say: sure, I’ll grant this. Then I add that DNA preceded humans. I don’t shy away from reminding ID advocates that they’re also the same people who believe that humans were specially created and are responsible for a Fall. This Fall, to them, explains harmful mutations, genetic predispositions, viruses, and diseases. Yet, DNA, which contains specified information, contained harmful information before the advent of modern humans. In other words, detrimental viruses, diseases, mutations, and predispositions existed in organisms long before humans. In fact, one of the hallmark evidences of evolution are the retroviruses in our DNA, retroviruses that detail a long and elaborate evolutionary history. 

The argument, to anyone who has more than a perfunctory grasp of genetics, is a shot in the foot. I’m certain that the only reason ID advocates use the argument is because genetics isn’t a household topic; lots of people don’t know much about it, so it’s easy to exploit their gullibility. For science enthusiasts and avid readers, however, this argument has absolutely no sway. 

There’s a logical handcuff to be had here; the ID advocates who are also Christians can draw only two conclusions if they accept that DNA contains specified information: a) DNA contains harmful information that predates humans and thus, the Fall, whether allegorical or literal, simply never happened; so the Biblical narrative of our history is wrong; or b) god coded all information, including harmful information, into the DNA of humans and in fact, every organism to ever live. Both (a) and (b) have some crippling implications for their beliefs; the former contradicting their religious myth of human history and the latter implying that their omnibenevolent god has a malevolent streak. Like I said, it’s a nonsense argument because despite them thinking it’s a strong argument for ID and their religion, it actually entails devastating implications, indeed ones that threaten their beliefs.

when you know you are on a roll and know you killed it in your game and are so proud of yourself and can’t wait to get your xp and see your medals 

and then the server crashes

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Juleka felt a smile stretch across her face as she turned away from the scene.

Another year.

Juleka couldn’t wait to see what it would bring.

Listen if you haven’t read Powers of Invisibility I recommend doing so like right now, ‘cause this is one of the best Juleka fics I’ve seen and it’s only three chapters in!!

I fell away from God,
like a meteor streaking through skies,
burning up with my own questions.
I fall with the best,
I am in good company am I not?
If only kissing angel’s feet
was as holy as reading scripture
and learning to fall in love
while speaking poetry to
a God of the continuum,
beyond our limited idea
of what space and time are.
—  Space & God
cielknight
Wrong Number Series Pt. 13

Okay so first things first, I would like to give a whole lot of credit to BAMBI for helping me sooooooooo much with this (especially my grammar omg I can’t believe)!!!!!!! Also this story takes place during the Part 11 text threads! So before Part 12 happened! :DDDD

Here is a link to part 11 for reference! OMG I hope you guys like it!!!!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD


“Damn it,” I mumbled under my breath as I walked into the hotel’s waiting room. I had arrived too early to the fan meeting that had been scheduled for the day.

“Hello, Sir! Please, have a seat. The other members haven’t arrived yet.” A short, sweaty man walked up behind me.

“Are they on their way?” I turned around asking, childishly I crossed my fingers inside of my pockets.

“I haven’t gotten word yet…I’ll bring you a glass of water while you wait!” He bowed before speedily walking out of the large, yet crowded room.

Great, now I’m stuck here by myself surrounded by ‘yes’ people, as I like to call them. What am I supposed to do in the meantime? I swear, if no one arrives soon I’ll-

“Here you go, Sir!” The sweaty man returned, handing me a glass of ice cold water. I had some painkillers with me due to the headache I have had over the last two days. I quickly took out a couple, hoping they would help. He watched me as I popped them in my mouth and took three full gulps of water.

“Thank you, you’re very kind.” I said.

“No problem! Is there anything else you need, Sir?” He asked cheerfully.

“I’m fine! Thank you.” I replied politely.

He bowed before leaving the room to check on the hotel employees as they scurried around preparing for the fan meeting, sweat still beading his forehead.

“Ew” I thought aloud. He should really wipe that sweat off his face every once in awhile. I placed my water on a table and sat on the large black couch that looked newly bought.

God, I’m bored. I doubt anyone in this room could keep me entertained until my members arrived. Nevertheless, I decided to give it a shot.

“So, is it hard making all these arrangements for the fan meets?” I leaned over my chair and asked a random worker who was digging through a pile of headsets and microphones.

“N-n-no, sir! Not at all!” She stammered, looking at me, her eyes full of surprise.

“Really? Everyone seems so busy. Are you sure it’s not even a little troublesome?” I asked.

“N-not at all! Please don’t worry about us, Sir!” She said through a twitching grin.

“Ah, okay, if you say so.” I decided to end the conversation before it bored me to death. That was a waste of breath. There’s no point in talking to ‘yes’ people, they only answer what they think they’re supposed to answer. No one ever says what they’re actually thinking.

I unconsciously took my phone out of my front pocket and opened the text thread I had with a certain stranger.

Peasant.

I typed out, failing to think of a better way to start a conversation with her.

Ugh, can you make this quick I’m with my friends.

She replied instantly. Damn it, she wasn’t alone. That meant she’d probably want to end this conversation sooner than she usually does.

I replied with whatever I could think of to keep her talking to me, but she didn’t seem to find it as amusing as I did.

You’re repulsive

“Hah” I huffed, a smile forming on my face. She’s so straightforward, it’s truly entertaining.

What do you want?

She asked. I considered teasing her a bit more, but figured she’d get annoyed easily so I opted for the truth.

Sucks for you bro.

She really has no class.

I’m busy .

“Damn it, nooo.” I whined to myself.

Doing what? 

I asked, hoping it was something I could work around.

None of your business.

Ugh, how annoying.

Tell meeeee!!!!!!! I’m so bored and curious!

I begged, continuing my honesty streak. God, I sound desperate.

Ugh, I’m at a fan signing.

FAN SIGNING?! What if…no, I doubt it, there’s lots of other celebrities having fan signings out there. But what if….

Who is it??

I asked, unconsciously holding my breath. Eventually she replied.

Exo 😁

I felt my heart drop to my gut.

“What the hell?!” I cursed aloud, caught off guard by the sudden butterflies in my stomach, quickly typing out a response. I was trying to get a hold of myself when another text came in.

Oh right, you’re a fan too. Jealous?

AH this was just too lucky! I couldn’t let this opportunity slip out of my hands, so I decided to play along.

I tried to dig out as much information about where she might be amongst the crowd. How was I supposed to find her in the sea of fans? Maybe it’ll help if I know where she actually is.

Where in the line are you??

Isn’t that creative?

There’s so many people I can’t even tell. Like the middle?

That was barely even helpful, but okay. I could work with that. I tried getting more information on her whereabouts in the line, but everything was too vague. She’s in the middle next to overly dressed girls… that’s all the girls here! I had to be more straightforward.

What are you wearing?

I asked bluntly.

Ew are you trying to be a pervert on purpose??

I saw this reaction coming from a mile away, lucky for me, I was prepared. The more I’ve talked to her the more I’ve realized she loved showing me up. I just had to keep poking at her until she erupted.

It is not! It’s blue and flowy and cute! 😠 it even has a bow!

“Too easy.” I snickered to myself, satisifed. Maybe this won’t be impossible after all, just look for the girl in the blue dress with a bow. Easy, right?


“We are one, we are EXO! Thank you!”  I took a bow along with my members and waved at the crowd of screaming fans. My eyes wandered over the crowd for the hundredth time that night searching for a “flowy" blue dress.

“Looking for someone?” I jumped at the sudden voice coming behind me.

“Suho hyung! Don’t scare me!” I said shaking my head as I clung to my chest hoping to calm my beating heart a little.

“Haha sorry!” He laughed obviously amused. “You’ve been scanning the crowd like a cashier this whole time!”

“Wait, what?” I snapped out of my thoughts at the random comment made by my leader.

“… It’s a joke, don’t you get it? Like, when cashiers scan things?” Oh, so it was just another typical ‘Suho’ comment. Wow.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand cheap jokes.” I answered, rolling my eyes.

“Show some respect to your Hyung in public at least” he responded through a forced grin. “What have you been searching for? You’re studying the crowd quite intensely, it borderline creepy.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” I said feigning innocence. “And I do respect you. You’re the one being rude.”

Already being used to my comments, hyung just rolled his eyes and ignored my previous statement.

“Anyway, there are a lot of pretty girls here today,” he began as he scanned the crowd with me. “Are you thinking about dating again?”

“Hey! Pay attention! The tables are set up, time to meet the fans!” Manager interrupted, I have never been more grateful for being cut off mid-thought. I have no idea what I would’ve replied to Suho. Was I actually thinking about dating again?

He rushed us towards the table where the signing would take place. It was absolutely littered with permanent markers and posters, it’s unbelievable the amount of Sharpies we go through at these events.

I quickly sat down next to Jongin and after a speech from a staff member going over the rules of conduct, the organized crowd began moving forward.

One by one, I signed posters and greeted the fans with a warm smile.

“Th-th-th-thank you! AAAHHHHH!!! You’re so handsome!” They would shrill nervously at us.

“Ah, thank you! Please keep supporting us!” We would answer back sweetly just we normally do.

I couldn’t help but check my phone every so often, waiting for a text that I knew would never come through. Half an hour later, I realized we had gotten through the first half of the crowd, when I suddenly felt the same previous sensation creeping into my stomach. I tried to convince myself that maybe I ate something spoiled, although I had an idea of the real source of this unsettling feeling.

Where are you???

I found myself hitting send before I even realized I had my phone in my hand.

Wait! I’m busy!

Could she never just answer my questions on the first try?

Are you close to them yet??

I asked hoping to finally get a straight answer.

Yes but I’m busy OMG!

I looked down the line anxiously, yet all I could see were the faces of the overly nervous fans bouncing up and down. She said she’s close but I don’t see a blue dress anywhere! I continued texting her.

Omg I see them! They’re even more handsome in real life!

Was she making this up? Did she think she could get rid of me if she faked being busy? She did say that she was towards the middle. If she said she can see us that must mean she knows we’re almost halfway through the fans. She couldn’t be lying. She must be here. She might even be looking at me at the moment.

I’ll be her new bias by the time she leaves this room, I thought to myself as I straightened my back and adjusted my blazer.

Whatever, I don’t care anyway.

“Stop using your cell phone, you have to pay attention to the fans!” Suho scoldingly whispered in my ear before turning back to the fan boy standing in front of him.

Crap! I had forgotten where I was! I was being rude and unfair to the fans who had waited hours to see me, and they hadn’t payed to see me on my phone. I tried to give my full attention back to the fan stepping before me, however, my head involuntarily turned and I searched down the line, but it was hard to see anyone five people down since the line started getting more and more clustered.

“Hello! Can you please make this out to ‘the best little sister’?” It was a fan boy this time who brought me back to my senses as he placed a newly bought album in front of me.

“Sure! Here you go!” I said with an apologetic smile as I signed it and handed it back to him.

“Thank you!” He bowed respectfully before moving on to Minseok Hyung.

I quickly looked back down at my phone as soon as it buzzed in my lap.

I’m almost there EEEKKK! I gotta go, bye!

Almost!? How close is “almost”? I desperately wanted to ask her when I was interrupted by another fan.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” Squealed a girl who looked like she was dressed for a fancy party.

“Hello! How are-” I suddenly stopped, and took in her appearance. I looked at the girls that followed her, noticing they were all dressed over-the-top and wearing what seemed like pounds of makeup on their faces. That means… I tried to see where the line of seemingly plastic girls ended, however there was no blue dress that followed.

Maybe she really was lying. I wouldn’t put it past her, she’s a clever girl who just needed an excuse to not talk to me for a while. How typical. She’ll pay for this. I was just about to give up and turn my attention back to the fan when I saw her.

“I got it! I must have dropped it in the bathroom earlier but someone found it and took it to the front desk, thank God!” I could faintly hear the girl wearing a flowy light blue dress with a bow on it say. I was mesmerized by the sight of her, I never realized someone dressed so simply could look so stunning. Her cheeks were flushed from running, and she panted as she slowed down in front of another girl. Her friend sighed in relief and pulled her back in line within the crowd of people, and just like that, I couldn’t see her anymore.

“Oppa! Can you look at me like that please?!” The girl standing in front of me, with her arms folded, suddenly brought me back to reality.

Why couldn’t I concentrate on what I was doing? I have never been so distracted before. I really needed to stop daydreaming.

“Oh, sorry!” I jumped unintentionally at her shrill voice. “How are you?” I smiled trying to recover, but I couldn’t help feeling flustered. She’s actually here. She wasn’t lying. No! I need to snap out of this and stop thinking about her.

“Not so good.” The girl whined.

“Oh? What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.

“Oppa doesn’t look at me!” She complained.

“Am I not looking at you now?” I replied jokingly. “I’ll start looking at you from now on as long as you look at me too, okay?”

“AAHHH, yes Oppa!” She shrieked before taking her poster and handing it to Minseok.

The line seemed to be moving in slow motion after I noticed her. I couldn’t help but glance in her direction, trying to steal glimpses of the mystery girl I’ve been finding refuge in for the past couple days. But each time, someone either blocked my view or distracted me with a pen and poster.

Stop it. Pay attention to what you’re doing, I chided myself.

However, as much as I tried to give the fans my full attention, my brain couldn’t help but fight back. Why couldn’t she be an ugly duckling like I told her she was? How can someone so ill-mannered look like that? Why does this girl look so healthy and joyful? Maybe I didn’t get a good look, it all happened so fast. But why am I so damn nervous?

Once there were less fans before her, I was able to see as she walked closer and closer to the table, step by step, eventually her figure blocked by a girl in sky high heels.

Finally, she climbed up the five steps it took to reach our table and I could finally see her clearly. Her hair was down, perfectly framing her features. She examined each members face and her eyes stopped on mine. I froze in place for a second but before I could react and give her a smile she turned away, face fully flushed. That was adorable. No, wait, what.

I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I greeted the next fan. There were three more fans left before I met her. Two more. One more. I probably glanced at her a hundred times before she finally reached me.

She took a step sideways to stand in front of me, still laughing from her encounter with Jongin. I wonder if I could make her laugh like that. No! What are you even thinking??

“Hello!” She bowed gracefully. “My name is Y/n! It’s nice to meet you!”

Y/n. My throat felt so tight I thought I’d choke if I tried to talk. I stared at her, taking in her presence. How could she have such a positive aura around her? She’s not bare faced but she doesn’t seem to be wearing much makeup. She looks healthy, I think she’s glowing. That blue dress really compliments her. What felt like a second to me must have been longer because she awkwardly cleared her throat, as she played with the bow on the waist of her dress.

Damn it, she was right, it is cute. How do you turn off your brain?

“Anyway, thank you for working so hard for your fans!” She chirped happily, snapping me out of my inner battle.

I stared, unable to form words. What the hell was wrong with me?!

“I really admire your hard work, but I hope you’re able to rest soon.”  She continued earnestly, as she held her smile.

“R-right!” I was finally able to spit out. Did I just stutter? “It’s all worth it when we get to meet fans like you!” I tried to smile sweetly as I searched for the right words to say to her.

“You don’t have to lie, I can tell you’re exhausted.” She smiled back at me sincerely.

“What?” I replied, caught off guard.

“You’re handsome and all but…are you sure you’re not sick?” She blurted after taking a closer look at me.

This woman, really. How does she manage to be so straightforward without a thought? Although, I do have to admit, it’s rather refreshing.

“I’m fine, thank you!” I assured, taken aback by her grit.

“Hmm…you should still get some rest, just to be sure.” She replied unconvinced, eyes observing me. I felt like I was under a microscope with that stare.

Seriously, who does she think she is? I had a hard time figuring out whether she was being genuinely concerned or just plain rude. It probably would have seemed more sincere if I didn’t know her true, almost crude character. Maybe if I poke her a bit, she’ll reveal her true colors to me.

“I’ll try my best to rest for you but I do have a lot of practicing on my schedule before our comeback, thanks!” I grumbled, hoping she’d connect the dots and pick up on my snide remark.

“Ah I see” She sighed, completely oblivious. “It must be tough…”

Is she stupid or something? How could she not get it? Is this really her? It has to be, but, why isn’t she giving me sass?

“You’re holding up the line. Move it along, will you?” Manager quickly spoke in my ear before going to stand behind Kai.

“It can be, sometimes.” I acknowledged. “Don’t worry about me, though! Do us all a favor and keep taking care of yourself!” I said sincerely. After realizing how desperate I must’ve appeared, I quickly added, “I mean, if you don’t, who’s going to be our fan? It’ll get boring pretty quickly. It was really a pleasure to meet you, though! Have a nice night, Y/n!” I signed one of our posters and handed it to her with as charismatic a smile as I could muster.

“Okay, I will, Oppa, work hard then! Thank you!” She replied shyly, taking the poster from my hands as she bowed before stepping in front of Minseok hyung. I froze momentarily.

She called me Oppa, I think I just died a little. She’s never going to hear the end of this… No, she can’t know who I am, what am I even thinking?!

I turned to watch her as she went down the line of members and greeted each one with the same smile she greeted me. It put a sour taste in my mouth. That’s supposed to be my smile… WHAT.

What was that all about? I wasn’t expecting any of it, I almost couldn’t remember what exactly had happened.

As opposed to before I met her, my mind was now blank. Was she rude to me? Was I rude to her? She was just stating her thoughts. No one ever did that to us, it was much more amusing to witness it in person than over text, that was certain.

Honestly, I had been slightly worried she’d be uninteresting and pass by me without leaving any impression, but I was so damn wrong. She was nothing like I expected and, yet for some reason that I can not fathom, I was happy because of it.

Is it wrong that I want to see her again?

I quickly pushed the thought away as the next fan stepped forward.



WOOOOOOOO!!!! I hope you enjoyed it!! We worked really hard on it!!!! :DDDDDDD - Eomma^^

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Dean is a single dad, and his daughter, Charlie, wants to join the soccer team; he meets Y/N who’s daughter, Hael, and Charlie, become the best of friends; Oops

Tags: AU: Domesticity, Domestic!Dean, Dad!Dean, angst/feels, lots of tears, light oral sex/smut

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