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A Story that we paint (Ch. 1)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Epilogue


  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Kim Taehyung x Reader ft. the BTS members
  • Genre: College Au, Future, Scifi, Slight Fluff and Angst
  • Words: 9K
  • Description: Butterfly Dream: In which the lines between virtual and reality are blurred.
  • A/N : So this was originally supposed to be a fluffy Namjoon x Reader oneshot (which will still be a future fic), but it somehow turned into a TaeKook x Reader series with scifi elements?? I swear, I don’t know how it happened. It started out so simple but then went places it probably shouldn’t have gone….confusion will set in as you enter this world (not until later chapters though), so please feel free to drop by my ask box with questions, comments, critiques, or anything of the like anytime :) Enjoy!

Originally posted by jengkook


You think you can remember his touch, the sound of his voice, the scent of his freshly washed hair against the cotton pillowcase. In your dreams he is real, he is everything you knew and everything you didn’t need to know. You could always find him in the crevices of your mind no matter how elaborately your thoughts are tested or how convoluted the maze of your consciousness is intertwined.  

“But if you happen to get lost, you had faith that he would find you”

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A Study in Tech

A/N: Another one shot nobody asked for but I couldn’t resist writing.

“What’s this one?”

“McCree, don’t touch that!” You warned, not even sparing him a glance.

You were focused on the small cube that sat in your palm. One hand held the little device with reverence, a soft, blue glow cast onto your skin from the energy that pulsed in the technology, while the other carefully handled tweezers. On your face was special goggles you’d designed. They enhanced your vision when targeting specifically smaller areas, much like a microscope would, though these looked a bit more steampunk than that.

“You don’t even know what I’m touchin’, darlin’,” he huffed.

You could hear the arm-cross in his voice.

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Part 14

Summary:  Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years. This means finally meeting Scotty, the man you just learned is your husband.

Word Count:  1,015

Warnings:  Blood, head pain

Author’s Note:  I can’t think of anything to say anymore. I just hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it.

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Your head bobbed back and forth and you hummed as a handsome man with dark hair and beautiful blonde woman bustled around you. They tapped at colourful computer screens and exchanged hushed words.

“- really going down there?” the woman whispered.

“God knows why; they’re all gonna get themselves killed,” the man responded in a low growl.

“Who’s dying?” you asked.

“No one, sweetheart,” the woman said, reaching out and touching your arm.

“Where am I?” you asked. The word was on the tip of your tongue, this place was so familiar… was it the smell? “Am I in a hospital?”

“Sort of,” the man responded, running a scanning node around your head.

“Am I dying?”

The two exchanged a look before the woman said, “Not if we can help it.”

“What’s killing me? I feel fine,” you said, mentally running your consciousness over your body. Everything felt in place.

“Nothing’s killing you sweetheart, you’re going to be fine,” the woman said.

“Oh,” you responded. What was she talking about? “Where am I?”

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(Fifty)Five minute ficlet (whoops)

@yourtropegirl has been filling my inbox with questions tonight to brighten my mood. So I told her she could give be a FMF request. And she hit me with this. And then it wound up MUCH longer than a FMF should be…


Your stomach was upset and you just felt run down. Not enough that you thought you might need time away from bridge, but just enough that you thought you might need some vitamins or something. Nothing stayed settled properly. You had some wicked cramps in the morning, which then turned into bloat, which then, oh so attractively, turned into gas. You almost wished you were in operations so you could hide in an electrical closet alone, fixing things and farting without anyone catching you.

At lunch, you sat at your table at the mess with Uhura, flicking your lunch around, starving, but unable to eat. She watched, wordlessly, and cocked her head to one side.

“You sick?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t feel good, but I don’t know if I’m sick,” you admitted. “I could barely drag myself out of bed this morning, and I’ve just been feeling gross all day. Like… I need to poop. But can’t.”

Nyota let out a surprised laugh and shook her head. “More fibre, Y/N. And water. Space constipation is the worst.”


Nyota’s advice had been sound, and you increased your vegetable intake and your fluid intake with some small relief, but you still had a general feeling of bloating and pressure. Like something wasn’t moving properly in your guts. It was to the point where you were nauseated every day, all day long. And nothing helped. You’d started dropping weight enough that Jim had noticed.

“Your uniform is baggy, Y/N. Are you sick?”

“I’m fine,” you lied. Jim raised an eyebrow and you looked away, back to your console. Nyota cornered you after shift.

“Seriously, Y/N, what is going on? Why won’t you go check in at MedBay?” She pressed. You sighed and pulled her over to a quiet lounge.

“Remember the Federation Day party Jim insisted we have?” You asked. Nyota smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it was awesome.”

“Remember when the Brandy came out?” You continued. She nodded again. “Remember the never have I ever game?”

“Yeah, who knew you and Jim were so kinky,” she laughed. 

“Yeah, I don’t remember much after that, but I woke up with Bones the next morning.” You dropped your voice to a whisper. She shrieked in surprise anyhow.

“What? Do you remember what happened?”

“We were both naked.” You have her a meaningful look. She shrugged.

“That doesn’t mean anything happened. I mean, you were both so drunk, who knows if the function would have still been -”

“I was achy and walking funny for about three days, Nyota,” you interrupted. Her mouth formed a perfect O. “Needless to say, things have been super awkward ever since, and the last thing I need is to go in with some weird illness and have him thinking I’ve got Gangorian Gonorrhea or something.”

“It can’t be that bad,” she argued. You raised an eyebrow.

“Watch at dinner,” you challenged her.


“Oh my god, he remembers too,” Uhura whispered across the table.

“Kind of hard to forget a naked woman screaming, kicking and falling out of your bed,” you countered. “Particularly considering I accidentally stole his uniform and ran down the hall in Blues.”

She choked on a laugh and shook her head. “Do you still feel sick?”

“Nyota, I would gnaw off my right fucking arm to be able to puke. I’m sure if I could just throw up and clear whatever is blocking me up, I’d feel a million times better.” You flicked your dinner around, taking the occasional bite. But it tasted like sand and made the nausea worse.


The console in front of you was swimming. The lack of food was catching up, finally, and you were having a hard time focussing on your work. You swayed and looked up at Uhura, narrowing your eyes to try to understand what she was saying. Her mouth was moving, but no sound appeared to be coming out. 

You attempted to stand to go find out what she was saying, and toppled into Jim’s arms. 

“I think it’s well past time we had Bones look you over, Y/N,” he said as he heaved you into his arms and carried you to the turbolift.

“It’s not necess-”

“It’s a direct order from your Captain, Y/L/N. MedBay or the brig. Your choice,” he interrupted as the turbolift doors slid shut. Hearing no further protest, he carried you into MedBay when the door slid open again. Bones looked up and recognized you, eyes widening. He pointed at a biobed and JIm laid you against the hard surface. You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at Bones at all. You were sure your cheeks were on fire enough as it was.

“Uhura says she’s been complaining of nausea and lethargy for a few weeks now, Bones,” Jim offered. You opened your eyes to glare at him, only to have Bones thrust a scanner in your face. He watched the report coming from the tricorder, the furrow in his brow growing deeper as the scan reported. He reached for the hand-held CT device and checked your chest and abdomen.

“Any vomiting, Y/L/N?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I think I’d feel way better if I could,” you admitted. He put the scanner down and palpated your abdomen. You winced as he pressed on the tight skin at your belly button. He picked up the CT again and scanned lower, and then smirked and raised an eyebrow, giving Jim a sly look.

“No vomiting at all?” he clarified. You shook your head and pushed yourself to sitting. “When was your last menstrual cycle?” 

If you weren’t already mortified, you were now. “Uh, just shortly before Federation Day, I think. I’d have to double check my calendar.”

“Are your,” he cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable, gesturing at your chest, “uh, your breasts. Are they tender?”

Without thinking you reached up and checked. “Maybe a little more than usual?”

“And you’re fatigued?” He pressed. You nodded. “Needing to void more frequently?”

“She’s on and off the bridge much more than usual,” Jim offered brightly.

“Because Nyota said I should drink more water because I’d been feeling so bloated,” you protested.

“Well, I have good news, Y/L/N, you aren’t dying,” Bones offered, and punched Jim on the shoulder. “And you, you sly dog. You should have said something.”

Jim looked at you in confusion, and then back to Bones. “About what?”

“Well, you rushed her in here so concerned -”

“As a captain would be for any of his crew, Bones!” Jim interrupted. “I’m sorry, Y/N, you’re lovely, but -”

“So it’s not you?” Bones asked, suddenly looking disappointed and a little hurt. 

“I’m not sure what you’re asking, Bones, but Y/N and I aren’t involved,” Jim clarified. Bones looked away, almost flinching.

“Can someone please tell me what is going on?” You interrupted, not wanting to hear Jim’s laundry list of why you aren’t attractive to him. You knew he was carrying on with someone in Engineering, and that he thought he was being secretive about it.

“This is a fairly significant diagnosis. Would you like your boyfriend to come offer moral support?”

“There is no boyfriend,” you countered. Jim sat down beside you, and took your hand in his. Bones flinched again and looked away.

“As you captain, I’ll support you -”

“Okay, seriously, am I dying?” You asked.

“No, you’re pregnant,” Bones was dead serious. “I can understand if there’s no boyfriend in the picture how you might not have realized. You’ll need to have a discussion with the father, of course -”

You blanched and gestured for the garbage pail beside Bones, and when he passed it to you, sweet relief as you were finally able to puke. And puke. And puke. Jim retreated with the first heave, but Bones stayed beside you, gesturing for a nurse you bring you a glass of water and a hypo with Zofran in it. When the puking stopped, the tears started, and Bones sat on the biobed beside, you, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, it’ll be okay. If you want me be with you when you talk to him -”

“You fucking moron,” you shook your head as you wiped your mouth. “Who the hell do you think is the father? Federation day, remember?”

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Matthew (5) by Greg Burger, Sutro Baths, San Francisco, 2016-11-14.

These are long-exposure images; the lens remained open for about 30-60 seconds.  Much of the light - all of the light in the 3rd and 4th pictures here - is moonlight.  It was actually very dark.

What appears as a sea of fog in the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th pictures is actually the blurring of ocean waves.

Photographer Greg Burger began each image by first allowing moonlight to accumulate, then added light from in front and from the side (red, blue, green and orange in this set) with a hand-held device (much like a flashlight) capable of projecting many colors.  He then returned to close the shutter.


The game for Matthew, as model, was to hold perfectly still while each image was constructed around him.  The slightest motion of eyes, head or mouth, especially when his face was lit, would blur the image.  Thus, where Matthew appears slightly blurred, it’s not because the shot was out of focus, but because he moved very slightly.

Every Day (Part 3) - Calum Hood

Thank you to everyone who requested a part 3! I got over 20 messages of requests and feedback so thank you :) Here’s the last and final part, enjoy!

Part 1 

Part 2 

SUMMARY: Somehow along the lines of their relationship, Calum and Y/N fuck up and Y/N is tired of a failing relationship lingering on. She ends things but Calum is dumbfounded and tries to fix it with constant pleading. She doesn’t budge and so Calum’s logical idea is to send her a bouquet of flowers every day for every day that he loves her. 

It’s been about 10 days since you last received flowers. 10 days waiting to see if there would be something at your front door but there was nothing. You thought about calling him or texting him, but what would you say? “Hey where are my flowers?”

You were at constant war with your thoughts. The moment you called it quits with Calum you thought you were making the right decision but now you were missing him. You missed his Australian accent, you missed him hogging the blanket every morning making you crawl into his arms for warmth, you missed him holding your hand, you missed dancing and singing in the car with him, you missed laying with him with your back against his chest, you missed everything. But you were being stubborn and something inside you kept holding you back on calling him.

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Sleep (Urie x Saiko)

I am Urisai trash, don’t judge. Wrote this quick fluff thinking oh maybe my son Cookie might survive mama duck and go say fuckityolo420justblaze to the CCG with best girl Saiko and go join forces with the ghouls. ;~; I’ll write more if enough people like this.
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They were forced to share the bed together for the night thanks to having to rent a room in some shitty hotel while they remained under cover after defecting from the CCG. Urie Kuki wasn’t very happy about that. Sure, the shitty hotel part sucked, but he could deal. What he resented was having to share a room, let alone a bed with Yonebayashi Saiko. He could only imagine how the rest of the night would go. She’d probably stay up through the late hours, playing some silly RPG on her hand-held gaming device, tossing and turning to find a comfortable position every ten minutes. When she’d finally fall asleep, she’d probably snore very loudly. Having a small fraction of the bed left for room for Urie would be considered a luxury, he thought. He expected her to drool all over his pillow, or worse, cling onto his arm and leg and bury her hot, drooly face into his neck. Or, realistically, all of the above.

Urie groaned as he finally mustered the will to leave the bathroom after he showered and face his awaiting discontent. She was lucky they were very close now, he thought. If it were anyone else, he would have probably just slept on the cold, hard ground. Well, he thought about it for a while, but ultimately the thought of a soft, warm bed was worth the tiny but oddly endearing pain in his ass he had come to genuinely cherish over time.

“(Please be asleep. Please be fucking asleep, Yonebayashi,)” Urie thought to himself expressionlessly as he creaked the door and peered into the dim room.

Urie stood there, still, his brows furrowing at the sight of Saiko laying on the bed in her nighty, halfway under the blankets, fingers laced over her chest as her big sad eyes stared at the ceiling.

“(Huh? She’s awake…Not gaming…”) He was both relieved and concerned, “Yonebayashi. It’s late. Turn off the lamp so I can sleep.”

Saiko barely blinked at the sound of his voice. She never moved as he climbed into bed with a sigh, lying beside her with a distance.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” He stared with slight annoyance that he had to ask, or rather, that he cared enough to. He knew he owed her that and that turning over without a word was a dick move, no matter how much he had perfected the art of pretending not to give a rat’s ass about the people around him. There was no use doing that to Saiko. She was a perceptive little shit who knew just how much of a worry-wart softie that muscle-head was deep down…And Urie hated that.

Saiko turned her head over slowly, her mismatch-colored eyes brimming with anxiety, her small lips in a pout.

“Urie…What do you think will happen to the CCG? What about-…What about our friends?” She pleaded quietly, almost uncharacteristically quiet for the loud-mouthed little lady.

Urie looked away indifferently, lacing his ungloved hands beneath his head as he found the ceiling easier to look at.

“Does it matter? We’re terrorists, now,” he resisted an urge to shrug, “(They’re no longer our friends. We’re the enemy, now…)”

Saiko huffed at the answer, rolling closer as she laid on her side and elbow, “yes! It does matter. They’re still our friends! We can’t just-“

“We made our choice. We’re doing the right thing. You can’t expect other people to follow. The CCG will inevitably crumble now and we can’t-“

“URIBO, YOU BLOCKHEAD!” She growled at him, punching a muscled arm as she nearly knocked him off the bed, “you’re not listening to me! We can’t just fight from the ghoul’s side blindly. We’ll be fighting our friends! We-…We have to get them on our side, somehow…”

Urie blocked any sight of her annoying face looming in his vision as he pushed her tiny fist away, climbing over the edge of the bed to resume his spot as he fixed his violet hair, “do you honestly think people like Hsiaou and Higemaru are going to fight for the CCG once the truth reaches the media? Once they learn I’m alive (with a vengeance) and find out what really happened when we fought Furuta? (That corrupt fucking bastard and his shitty duck sidekick…) And Mutsuki has gone completely mad. He won’t see the truth of any of this. He’s blinded by obsession and Aura will continue to fuel him. I’d hate to say it, but they’re a different story, and we’re not going into that tonight. (You won’t want to hear any of it, anyway.)”

Saiko opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

“Really, Yonebayashi…” Urie sat up, finally looking at her, “(say, what’s with that look on your face?) You think too much. You talk too much. Just hush that little head (and mouth) of yours and sleep. I promise you, this is all going to work out.”

Saiko sat up as well to meet his tired gaze. She ran her petite fingers through her sky-blue locks as a nervous habit, still staring at those dark, sullen eyes Urie had, as if pleading for a better answer. That wasn’t enough for Saiko. She wanted to be told that everyone would live happily ever after; that no one else had to die, that they wouldn’t have to inevitably be forced to fight Mutsuki and Aura, that this would all have a happy ending. Although, no matter how much she wanted to hear that reassurance, she knew Urie wouldn’t tell her such silly little lies, and she had to accept things being as fucked up as they were.

“I-…” She choked out, turning away as she felt the tears building up in her eyes, “I can’t sleep, I-I can’t think about what’s gonna happen when we join the ghouls, we’ll fight the CCG with Maman again, o-or Kaneki, Ken, or-“

“Quiet, come here,” Urie said it softer than he had intended to. There was only one real way to hush Saiko now and make her snap back into her senses. If there’s anything he learned from her it was that being buried against someone’s chest was somehow efficient enough to shut someone up right quick. At least, it was true for him back when he rampaged after framing out for the first time.

“Come here,” he gently pulled her into his chest and lied down with her, wrapping around her comfortingly. Saiko’s hair smelled of cinnamon rolls, pressed against the lower half of his face. Urie uncontrollably breathed her in, smiling at the familiarly sweet aroma of this small, charmingly infuriating little terrorist he had somehow gotten so close to. Even though the scent of human food had progressively gotten more and more vile for Urie, now with things like sandwiches and cinnamon rolls being completely inedible after his fight with Roma, the way Saiko smelled never changed for him. She was sickly-sweet in a childish sort of way. If anything, holding her comforted him probably more than it comforted her, he thought; yet he didn’t hate to admit that, at least not in this very moment.

“This is what you did to make calm down and fall asleep, right?” Urie’s voice almost came as a whisper, “(God, when did I become this way? I’m no longer human, but I feel more human than I ever have before…)”

“Yes…” She spoke, muffled in warmth and the smell of that favorite body soap she secretly loved that he used. It wasn’t even a question, Saiko not-so-secretly lived for this and her smile said it all as she snuggled Urie close, neither of them realizing it when she draped a leg over his, “although, your body feels a lot harder than mine, machy-boy. Heh…”

“…You feel like cookie-dough.” Urie grumbled in annoyance. It wasn’t a compliment despite that he enjoyed the softness of her curvy little figure more than ever right now. That, he did hate to admit to himself. The fact that Saiko felt nice, hell more than nice against him was an uncomfortable thought to fathom. Not to mention that they were literally cuddling in bed and about to fall asleep together in God knows what other mushy positions. Urie tried his damn hardest not to think of it like that. He had just wanted to comfort her. This was a coincidental accident, he told himself; and it really was…Not that he could complain, at least.

“Whatever, Cookie Urie.” Saiko giggled quietly in victory, sneaking a single kagune tentacle under her nightgown to reach for the lamp so she wouldn’t have to part from Urie. She figured he wouldn’t hold her again if she did.

Different (Barry Allen smut)

I wrote a thing! It’s the first thing I’ve written that I’ve ever posted on here so feedback is welcome! I’m also always taking requests!

Prompt: Well, this was one of my own prompts. I haven’t really seen any fanfiction where Barry is ever rough in bed because he’s such a dorky cinnamon roll, but mama has needs, so I wrote some myself. 

Characters: Barry Allen/Reader

Warnings: SMUT, language (I’m talking the swearing kind, not German), rough stuff

A/N: It’s kinda short and to the point but I’m not really up to writing full length novels right now so drabbles will have to do. Again, feedback or prompts are always lovely, especially since I’m actually posting stuff now! Thanks!

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Til the End Draws Near-- Part X

Originally posted by oliverfelicitygifs

read part I // part II // part III // part IV // part V // part VI // part VII // part VIII // part IX

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Oliver stared at Felicity, wishing he could go to her, release her wrists from bondage and comfort her. Her head was hanging, still shaking in pain, eyes bright, snot clumping and running, and tear stains on her cheeks. Despite all this, Oliver still found her so beautiful. Her beauty came from her strength, shining all around. 

She may not be able to walk anymore, but that didn’t diminish her in his eyes. He still loved her with everything in him, still craved her presence. This nightmare was lessened because she was here with him, soothing his anxious fears. 

“Felicity.” He called, caressing each syllable of her name. She raised her eyes to meet his. He furrowed his brow. 

“I won’t ask if you’re okay, because it’s obvious that you’re not. How can I help you? What can I do?”

Felicity shook her head, without answers. 

“Please. Anything. What do you need?” 

“You.” Her voice rough as rocks, barely heard over the distance. 

Oliver once again pulled at the chains. He had to get them out of here. It would be difficult, seeing as he had no plan, and no opportunity. Felicity would also be dead weight, but there was no way in hell he was leaving her behind. Dinah was here somewhere as well, hopefully in a condition to escape unaided. 

“I’m right here, Felicity. I’m right here.” 

“It hurts, Oliver. It hurts.” She sobbed, trembling. 

“I know, baby, I know. Just look at me. Keep your eyes on me.” 

Nodding was her response, gulping down deep breaths to steady her breathing. 

He needed a lock pick, something to get them out of the shackles. He cast his eyes around looking for anything that might be useful. 

He was wearing his leather pants, but all thigh quivers were absent. They’d taken his jacket and his thermal shirt, leaving his scarred chest bare. Felicity’s heels were missing, and her dress was torn in places, showing upper thigh in peeps. 

“Do you have any bobbie pins?” He asked, hopefully. 

NO. She mouthed, emphasizing that point with her head. 

Then Oliver’s eyes landed on the device Susan had dropped. There would be wire in there, enough to pick the locks with any luck. 

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The White Wolf: A Voltron/OKami Crossover

Hey, you all remember my post about a crossover between Voltron and Okami.  I wrote it and I have no regrets.

Originally posted by cashtration

Title: The White Wolf

Rating: G

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender/Okami

Characters: Shiro, Hunk, Keith, Lance, Pidge and Ammy

Summary: When team Voltron explores an old abandoned temple, Shiro finds the last thing he ever expected to find there.

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H.G Drabble #1

[Y/n]’s parents had a strong disliking toward muggles and anything involving them.

Unfortunately for them, [Y/n] was fascinated and wanted to know more about the muggle world.

For them it was already hard enough accepting her relation with a ‘mudblood’. When [Y/n] voiced her wishes to visit the muggle world… well they didn’t take it lightly.

That was why when she saw her girlfriend sitting on her bed, completely invested in some small, hand held device, her heart stopped.

“'MiONe wHat iS-”

“A cell phone, darling-”

“-OHMYMERLIN'MIONE! YOU MUST SHOW ME THIS CELL PHONE! I WANT ONE!”


A/n: Here you go @matias3299 😀 I hope you liked it! And for those of you who don’t know what a drabble is, it’s essentially a challenge for the writer where they need to establish the story in exactly 100 words. Anything under or over 100 words is not a drabble.

Why the RFA + V&Saeran are in detention

Highschool AU~~~


Zen: Being on his phone too much and lowkey calling a teacher a hoe

Jumin: Talking back to a teacher then arguing with them

Yoosung: Falling asleep in class and sneaking in a hand-held gaming device 

Jaehee: Letting people copy her homework and not participating in PE during certain sports

707: Making memes out of the principal and hacking into the school’s system giving himself a A in all of his classes

V: He’s a good noodle for the most part, but he hasn’t gotten caught for letting people copy his work during class.

Saeran: Ditching class and getting caught smoking on campus

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Matthew (6) by Greg Burger, Sutro Baths, San Francisco, 2016-11-14.

These are long-exposure images; the lens remained open for about 30-90 seconds.  Much of the light on the rocks is moonlight.  It was actually very dark.  The 3rd and 4th pictures here, two of the shorter exposures, capture a plane passing in the background.

What appears as a sea of fog in the background of each picture is actually the blurring of ocean waves.

Photographer Greg Burger began each image by first allowing moonlight to accumulate, then either added light from in front and from the side (red, blue, green and orange in this set) with a hand-held device (much like a flashlight) capable of projecting many colors, or ran the length of the pool to add the fire effect.


The game for Matthew, as model, was to hold perfectly still while each image was constructed around him.  The slightest motion of eyes, head or mouth, especially when his face was lit, would blur the image.  Thus, where Matthew appears slightly blurred, it’s not because the shot was out of focus, but because he moved very slightly.

anonymous asked:

Any Ki'lio headcannons?


ANON, YOU’RE A DORK. He’s MY character, OF COURSE I have headcanons for him. XD 

Don’t bug him while he’s working, as he probably won’t remember the interaction. He gets REALLY intensely focused when he’s got a hob to do, so it’s usually best to leave him be or write him a note if it’s something you’ll forget later. He’ll make sure he gets back with you as soon as he comes back out of the zone.

He’s going to cuddle you, whether you like it or not. And if you resist, he’ll probably tickle you at the same time. All the while making some goofy jokes to make you laugh harder.

The sparks that discharge from his eyes are harmless to most things. If they touch you, they’ll just feel like the brush of a feather. He has had a few instances of the sparks causing mild power fluctuations in hand-held devices, though.

Due to his size, he has embraced the idea of “big spoon” to its full potential. Even while standing or sitting, he’s more than happy to host someone on his lap. That said, be prepared for the above mentioned cuddles, as his arm WILL go around you at some point unless you’re sitting on a bench with a long back that he can stretch his arms out on. And probably even then.

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Hand Mortar Appreciation Post

A hand mortar was a hand-held device, similar to an oversized version of other contemporary firearms, designed to fire explosive fuse grenades in an arc at medium range. The barrel is usually bottlenecked near the firelock, where the powder would be poured, becoming substantially larger afterward to accommodate the grenade. Due to the inherent unreliability of that primitive ammunition, neither they nor hand mortars were particularly common on the battlefield.

Miracles of Love

An Avengers Imagine

Bucky x Reader 

Warnings: FLUFF!

Word Count: 982

A/N: Because you nerds deserve this. @nicolejones412 and @paigeywinkle, I took out the last paragraph. Are you happy now?!

You feel hands wrap around your waist and rest on your large belly. You laid your head back on your husband’s chest. “How are my girls?” Bucky smiles, his chin resting on the top of your head.

You feel a couple kicks against your belly where Bucky’s hands are. You giggle softly. “We’re good,” you laugh, patting Bucky’s hands. Bucky kisses the top of your head.

You grab the skillet you are making breakfast in and move it to the counter. Bucky grabs a couple plates and puts them next to the skillet. You begin to dish up your scrambled eggs while Bucky gets your drinks.

You convene at the table. The both of you eat quickly then go back to your room. Bucky hops into the shower while you change your clothes. Bucky gets out of the shower and dresses quickly.

“Babe,” you call. He turns to you. You look mournfully at your shoes. Bucky chuckles then helps you put your shoes on. You can’t reach anymore, hell, you can’t even see your toes anymore.

Bucky helps you stand and to the car. You get into the front seat and fasten your seatbelt. Bucky gets in and drives the two of you to your doctor. You walk into the he clinic and Bucky signs you in then sits beside you.

“Y/N Barnes,” a nurse calls. Bucky helps you stand and you walk over to the nurse who leads you back to an ultrasound room. “Pull your shirt up then lay down on the bed,” the nurse says then leaves the room. You do as your told and Bucky stands at your head.

An ultrasound technician comes in and smiles at you and Bucky. “Good morning, Mr. And Mrs. Barnes,” she smiles.

“Good morning,” you and Bucky say at the same time.

“Right, let’s get this show in the road,” the tech grins, pulling out the goo to put on our belly. You know she would find the heartbeats first and she did. Your babies’ heartbeats filled the room and was music to your ears. A giant smile spreads across your face.

“Their heartbeats are strong. That’s good. Now, let’s see how they look,” the tech smiles. She switches the hand-held devices and looks at the monitor. You follow her gaze and are rewarded.

Your babies come into view. They are curled up close together. “Looks like you’re going to have identical twins,” the tech giggles. You look at Bucky and the two of you groan. You’d been hoping for fraternal twins.

Bucky leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he mutters. You smile happily.

“I love you, too,” you murmur.


You look down on one of your daughters. Grace and Hope are five years old and act so much like their father and Steve, but they look just like you, except their eyes which are their father’s. Of course, just like the technician had said, are identical so you and Bucky bought your two girls lockets with their initials on the front.

Grace had her ear up against your belly and a gigantic grin on her face. “Grace, sweetie, I don’t think you’ll be able to hear your baby brother,” you tell her. “You might feel him kick you, though,” you add a moment later. This did, indeed, happen. You feel your baby boy kick where Grave had her face. Grace jumps back and smiles brightly.

“Momma! Momma!” Hope yells, running into the living room and skidding to a stop in front of you.

“What is is, sweetheart?” You smile.

“I pushed daddy in the mud,” Hope laughs, pointing over her shoulder towards the backyard.

You try to suppress your laughter but it seems impossible. You begin to giggle which soon turns into full blown laughs. You stand with a little bit of difficulty and walk out onto the back patio. Bucky is standing in the grass with the water hose, spraying himself clean.

“You okay, babe?” You giggle. Bucky shoots you a small glare.

“I’m fine, except that I have mud in places mud should never be,” Bucky says, a traumatised look on his face. You’re laughing again.

Bucky scowls and pints the water hose at you for a minute. You squeal. “Oh, yeah. That makes so much sense. Pick on the pregnant girl,” you growl. Bucky is bent over laughing. You roll your eyes and go back inside, still sopping wet.


“What is it with you and being pushed in the mud?” You giggle. Bucky sends you a glare then sighs heavily.

“At least I wasn’t alone this time,” he says mournfully, looking over at David who is sitting in the grass, covered from head to foot in mud. The giggles that had sporadically escaped you turns into full-blown laughs.

Bucky sprays you with the water hose and you squeal. “Oh, this means war,” you growl to Bucky who is bent over laughing. You turn to Grace and Hope who are watching through the glass door. “Girls, get your NERF guns,” you say, walking back into the house.

“Yes, ma'am,” they salute simultaneously then turn and run to their rooms. You run to your room and grab your NERF gun from under your bed and your bullets. You meet Grace and Hope in the hallway and the three of you sneak up on Bucky and David.

Bucky goes into automatic soldier mode and David just squeals. Bucky picks David up and runs to your bedroom. He emerges a moment later, David a step behind him and a giant NERF gun in his hand.

This goes on for almost two hours then the five of you collapse in a heap in the middle of the living room. You have a giant smile on your face. You are surrounded by your children and the love of your life is laying beside you.

You couldn’t be happier.

But what if there was a Sebaciel AU like this...

“D-damn-!”

Ciel jumped up to his feet, taking one second to wipe the dust off of his freshly scraped knees as he ran at full-speed down the street. He was in such hurry he barely noticed the sting of his khaki shorts rubbing against the raw skin.

“Almost…there…”

The sun beat down on him, sticking his baseball style T-shirt to his chest as sweat rolled off of his forehead. Nothing, not even his after school meeting with the freshman counselor about his future, could stop him from this.

Who needs a meeting when he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life? The fourteen year old grit his teeth, gripping harder onto the straps of his back pack. This was it.

Worn out converse slammed against the pavement, Ciel’s breaths picking up quicker as he held the red device in front of his face, “I saw it, I know its got to be around here somewhere!”

Something caught those big blue eyes, Ciel jutting out into the street and swerving around obnoxiously honking cars as he carelessly continued his pursuit, “S-sorry! Pardon me!”

Barely noticing he just got away with his life, he held the hand-sized device up once more, whispering a ‘no way’. Shoving it back into his pocket, he reached into the front of his backpack, quickly pulling out a small red and white sphere he was so used to by now. The smoothness of it in his hand had his heart racing as he got closer to where his sight was set. He smirked, knowing that there was no way he could fail this time. Three more steps and he held the ball high above his head before dashing head first around the corner.

And crashing right into what felt like a brick wall.

“Augh!” Ciel fell back, the force from him running slamming his head onto the concrete. He squinted up at the hot sun, his now empty hands coming up to cover his face, “N-nooough!! So close! Son of a-!”

“Ahh” the brick wall that Ciel ran into began to speak up, “Are you alright, kid?”

Ciel froze, pausing his lament to remove his hands from his face to see the tall, figure standing above him, one hand out offering his assistance and the other holding onto Ciel’s small possession.

Ciel looked at the hand skeptically before finally taking it, helping himself up without a word. He sighed, dusting himself off as he ignored the oncoming questions.

“You don’t have to pretend that didn’t hurt. I’ve taken a few good falls myself, hah. Hey, can you speak? Did I scare you? My name is Seba-”

“I don’t care what your name is,” Ciel finally looked up into those deep brown eyes, looking away quickly, as he continued to sneer at the man at least a foot above him, “you got in my way.”

“Hm..,” Sebastian watched as Ciel rubbed his head, wondering if this kid was actually alright. From the looks of it, he seemed like he had taken quite the beating. A new idea crossed his mind, “Hey uh- boy.. If you won’t answer my other questions, mind answering just one?”

Ciel sighed, picking his backpack up off of the ground, “Not interest-”

Sebastian held the small red and white orb before Ciel’s face, watching those blue eyes widen, “Is this a Poké Ball ?”

Ciel gasped, reaching his hands out right as Sebastian pulled it behind his back, “Give it back! That isn’t yours-”

“So it must be real, right?”

Ciel frowned, crossing his arms, “What of it?!”

Sebastian smiled, reaching up to un-tuck a chain from its safe place beneath his T-shirt. Ciel squinted at the official stamp on the pendant. There was no mistaking it.

The crest of an official team.

Team Instinct.

“Y-you..”

“What is it that you were after? It must have been something you’ve never caught before.”

“A..a Rapidash..”

Sebastian’s eyes widened, “You.. you were running like that for a Rapidash-”

“I JUST WANT ONE, OKAY?!” Ciel slammed his fist on the building of the cafe beside them, “Now give me back my Poké Ball  so I can be on my way-”

“You know, I can help you get a hold of one of those easily, I am in th-”

“I don’t need help from the likes of you,” Ciel spat at his feet, “weak, Instinct trash.”

The words left Ciel’s mouth almost as quickly as the guilt and regret behind them came. Shit, this wasn’t how this conversation should be going. He knew he shouldn’t be disrespecting someone else just because they care for his well being. Especially not someone that is officially in one of the three clans. He bit down on his tongue, glancing up to peek at the face above him.

Sebastian remained unfazed, simply tossing the ball into the air and catching it again before shoving it into his pocket, “You’ll be surprised what you find in the weakest corners of the universe. Strength is recognizing your own faults and allowing others to help you in such areas,” he turned to walk away, “so who would be the weak one there?” 

Ciel felt the blood rush to his face as he was pushed right off of his pedestal. Staring at the long strands of black hair blowing in the hot gust of air, Ciel sighed, calming himself.

“I apologize-”

“Apology accepted!” Sebastian whipped back around, a smile plastered across his face as he leaned down over the shocked boy, “Now, come on. We need to get these scrapes cleaned up and some medication for that thick head of yours-” 

Ciel jumped to follow Sebastian as he began to walk quickly down the street, “Wh-what?!”

“-and, you know, probably a phone call to your parents or something so they aren’t worried-”

“Hey!”

“Now, my house is only a few blocks from here so let’s get going-”

“I SAID STO-”

Sebastian stopped, retrieving the Poké Ball from his pocket before quickly bending down on his knee to Ciel’s eye level, holding the ball in between their noses, “But first, we have a Pokemon to catch”

Ciel was shocked into silence as he watched this man , this strange tall brick wall before him. Sebastian spoke up again, “Or would you prefer someone from a ‘stronger’ team to help you?”

What was it about this goliath, Instinct freak that had Ciel actually contemplating this ridiculous idea? All of this time, he has heard nothing but insults about the “weak yellow clan” and now, one of them was supposed to help him? Although he had his eyes set on another team, a better color he thought was more befitting of his strengths… he couldn’t find any cons in receiving his help. Just this once.

Sebastian rotated the ball, “The choice is yours..”

Ciel bit the inside of his cheek, reaching out and grabbing his Poké Ball as Sebastian stood back up.

“So, small…boy-thing.. what do you sa-”

“Let’s do this.”