human transport


The OUREA Christian Grajewski

“317 years after human kind’s extinction, the OUREA reaches her final destination, the planet Aion. Loaded with the genetic samples and the memory of a billion people and the equipment to build a new world. Theia the artificial intelligence has the task to rebuild human society…“

Bones (A Marvel AU)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff

Pairings: None

Warnings: Mild violence, language, talks about a dead body (Nothing I can really think of right now. 

Summary: You are a forensic anthropologist working for the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. when you and your team get recruited by the FBI to aid one of their top field agents, Special Agent Steve Rogers. 

Author’s Note: So this is my first Marvel AU series and I’m quite nervous on how this is going to turn out. The series is going to be based on the TV show Bones and since the show is 12 seasons long I’m just going to base the series on some of my favorite episodes including the series finale coming out in the upcoming weeks. I only hope I do it justice. I want to thank @mrs-squirrel-chester​ for convincing me into writing this and for not only being as awesome beta but because she also made this kick-ass edit above. 


“Come on. Come on,” Wanda muttered to herself as she raced through Ronald Reagan National Airport, making her way through the large crowd of people before skidding to a stop at the arrivals board.

“I’m late.” She let out a breath, looking up at the board and noticed that it was beginning to malfunction. “This board is broken,” she  said to a group of people who were also staring up at the board. “Uh? Did anyone meet the Uh, did anybody meet the flight from Guatemala? Aviateca airlines?” she questioned, her Sokovian accent thick. “Yeah, right. I’m late,” she muttered to herself again as everyone shook their heads no.

Turning on her heel, she walked over to the customer service desk where a young, well dressed man was standing there, on the phone.

“Excuse me?” Wanda asked. “Uh, you have a glitch on your arrivals board.”

The customer service agent ignored her as he continued to talk on the phone.

“Hello! Sir, excuse me.” She tried to grab the man’s attention again, only to be met by him holding up his index finger at her in annoyance.

Irritated and angry, she ripped open her pink button-up blouse revealing a pale pink, lacy bustier. The man turned around and dropped his phone on his desk with a thud, his jaw following as his dark eyes hungrily roamed over her curves.

“How  can I help you?” the newly-interested agent asked.

“Yeah. Hi. The flight from Guatemala?” Wanda smirked raising an eyebrow.

“Please tell me you tried ‘excuse me’ first,” you said to Wanda, noticing her state of dress.

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A Massive Spones Rec List

The Spones fandom is made up of some of the most talented people but is tiny and in need of more content. Due to this fact, there are significantly less Spones fics so I searched extra hard to compile a good, lengthy list of fics.. and somehow managed to find way more fics than I did for my Mckirk one?? Why am I such trash, help I need a life.

(Listed alphabetically: ** = favourite)

Addressed to the Damn Doctor by ElloPoppet | 2.5k, T

Spock writes McCoy a letter of confession, despite not quite knowing how to write a love letter. (A super sweet insight into Spock’s mind, especially on his thoughts on the Enterprise’s resident doctor.)

Best Medicine for the Worst Patient by gammadolphin | 8.5k, T

It’s a special kind of hell, becoming obsessed with the laughter of a man who barely even smiles unless he’s high or dying of blood loss. Leonard doesn’t handle it particularly well. (A hilariously frustrating fic in which Bones becomes a little too obsessed with trying to hear Spock laugh just once more.)

Blues March by IntuitivelyFortuitous | 7k, T

Leonard McCoy sees his friends bleed. He loves the blood when it is inside them, flushing their cheeks and warming their skin. When it colors his hands on the operating table, he can think of little but the time he has with them, and a minute is too long to waste. He’s not going to let Spock get away that easily. (Gruesome and sad yet somehow really sweet.)

The Body by therev | 13k, T

McCoy’s consciousness is transferred into an android body after a fatal accident. Spock helps him remember the man he used to be. (Wow a really creative and fascinating fic that could have gone totally wrong if it hadn’t been written by such a talented author.)

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An idea:

Eliksni scavengers finding human trinkets. One takes an interest in the little bands of metal on the fingers of corpses, draped on the bones of skeletons she comes across. Small, useless, sometimes ornamented, most an amalgamation of metals, often not even conductive or useful in technology. Those of useful alloys are so small their addition to a scrap heap wouldn’t even be noticed. She she gathers them instead and winds them onto rope or discarded wire, collects the interesting trinkets of the dead.

Eliksni scavengers curious with similar shapes, large hunks of metal with hinged doors and complex mechanics, almost like ships? If you push smaller ones they creak and moan and give a hint of mobility, something of a past life. There are often skeletons in them, they were homes for these humans, or transport of some kind perhaps? But there are so many, of different sizes and shapes. Some too small for a Captain, some very rare ones nearly the size of a Skiff. It’s of interest to them, to see a new shape in their travels.

Eliksni scavengers figuring out how to identify groups of uses of buildings by their layout. It’s of debate what the uses are particularly, but there are certainly big buildings with wide open spaces, and buildings with metal bars and buildings with many tables and chairs and tight cramped back rooms. Buildings with long hallways and identical rooms and buildings with strange stairways and odd room shapes and paths leading to them from roads.

Eliksni scavengers taking interest in the ruins of humanity, not of sympathy, not of compassion, but of intellectual curiosity. A life was here, how did it live?

A Thousand Years

This is one of the four entries I’m writing for @buckysmetallicstump’s Disney Challenge! My prompt for this entry was #14: “Listen to me. The human world…it’s a mess.” - Sebastian, The Little Mermaid. Quote will be in bold.

Song Inspiration: “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri ft. Steve Kazee (Breaking Dawn Soundtrack Version). Here is a Link if you are interested:

Summary: The Winchester’s meet an old friend of Castiel’s.

Word Count: 3900-ish

Pairing: Sam x angel!Reader

Warnings: Language, a smidge of violence, MINOR canon divergences, and first time writing Sam x Reader (cuz that should probably be a warning) 

A/N: Part of me feels like I should have done this in five separate drabble posts buuuutttt I didn’t… for reasons unknown even to myself lol. It’s set in Season 9 and is written in five little snapshots of their life. There will be parts that follow the script of actual episodes with a few minor divergences here and there. (Exact episodes: 9x09 9x11 9x13 9x21 and 9x22). Let me know what you think! 

You walked towards the wooden establishment, displeased with the sight of various human officials mulling about. This was angel business. They had no idea what they were dealing with and would only get in the way.

Walking past a shiny black vehicle, you stopped in front of a row of motorcycles. Ever since you had lost your wings in the fall you had been cursed to walk the earth. Never before had you envied the human forms of transportation, but you had to admit, taking one of these would make moving around much faster. And if the angels who had ridden them before were indeed dead, taking one for yourself shouldn’t be a problem. You would just have to figure out how they worked first.

“Cass, slow down!”

You turned towards the voices, watching as a man exited the building, quickly followed by another who was dressed almost identically.


Both men stopped abruptly, their eyes locking on to you in an instant. The second man was staring at you cautiously, his hand resting above the weapon he had at his hip. The first, however, eyed you curiously, stepping towards you and putting a hand up when the other man tried to follow.


You nodded, walking towards him. “I was hoping I would find you one of these days.”

The green-eyed man was at Castiel’s side in an instant. The weapon now in his hand. “Not so fast, sweetheart.”

You stopped, eyeing him curiously. Everyone knew Castiel had spent the past few years running around with the infamous Winchesters, so if you had to take a guess you figured this man must be one of them.

“It’s alright Dean. She’s an old friend.” Castiel assured him, still looking at you. 

“No offence Cass, but I don’t think any angel is your friend anymore.” Typical human, so quick to pass judgement. 

You stared at the Winchester, unfazed by his words. “My loyalty to Castiel has been unwavering since the day we were created, boy. Can you say the same for yourself?” 

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For anon…reader is a Jedi as requested, enjoy!

Obi Wan turned toward the entrance of his ship to greet Y/N. He gave her a soft smile. It didn’t take much to realize something was amiss. Her usual bright attitude wasn’t present. It didn’t even seem as though her own thoughts were in the present.

“Hello Y/N,” he greeted cheerily.
She blinked a few times before answering. “Hello Obi Wan.”
“I have to say, it’s good to have you on board,” he complimented while setting up the launch sequence, “Anakin and I could use the backup for this mission.”

Without much change in her expression, Y/N took a seat behind the first mate’s chair. Anakin walked into the cockpit a moment later. His cheeks were slightly tinted as he noticed Y/N.

“Hey Y/N.”
She raised her gaze slightly. “Hey Anakin.”

Anakin knit his brows as he took his seat. He didn’t have much time to ask questions since Obi Wan had him help finish the lift off sequence. His mind was quickly preoccupied by what was bugging Y/N.

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This is just sad, but really it’s not, it’s hilarious

So I just realized that Mitch isn’t good with ANY kind of wheels. Example A: The Superfruit video where Scott mentioned that Mitch’s car was in the shop because of something Mitch did. And I think they mentioned they were sharing Scott’s at the time due to that that. Example B: In the Halloween themed Q&A from a couple weeks ago, Scott said he gets anxious when Mitch is behind the wheel. Example C: When they were filming the music video for Sing (the part where they are in the skating rink), Mitch said she couldn’t skate and was literally holding onto the guard wall so he didn’t fall over. Example D: Mitch couldn’t use the skateboard in the snap that Carissa (from Us the Duo) did a couple days ago. He was literally inching along and really scared. Example E: When Scott was periscoping at a show last year (2015) and he let Mitch on the hover board, Mitch almost fell a couple times and Scott had to spot her so she didn’t do a massive faceplant. When Mitch said he wasn’t a sporty person, he was DEFINITELY not kidding. I guess where Scott is incapable of most every day functions (like cooking, walking, shaving, etc.), Mitch isn’t able to use any wheeled vehicles or modes of transportation. This leads me to believe that Scott is the one who drives them everywhere when they go anywhere.

Electron Transport Chain
  • Situated in the inner mitochondrial matrix
  • produces most eukaryotic ATP
  • a chain of proteins that move electrons from higher to lower energy levels
  • electrons are provided by FADH2 or NADH
  • terminal electron acceptor is oxygen
  • as electrons move to from high to lower energy levels, the energy is used to pump H+ against its concentration gradient out into the intermembrane space
  • this established concentration gradient drives the phosphorylation of ADP to ATP
  • oxidative phosphorylation

electrons flow from protein to protein spontaneously 

  • due to the relative electron affinities of the proteins
  • this tendency is known as redox potential

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17/09/16 ; [ 6 of 100 days of productivity ]

honestly wasn’t very productive today (and yesterday) oh god but at least I completed my transport in human notes! and can i just say that I’m really happy with how my drawing of the human heart turned out?? 😍

okay so T-8 days till exams start I’m so stressed out omg 💦💦 also it’s 1am but I think I’ll be making more notes for biology before i head to bed 😪

Voltron fanfic: Scar Tissue

I’m mildly obsessed with Shiro’s nose scar.

Rated: PG
Characters:  Shidge friendship fic. Pidge, Keith, Hunk, & Shiro.
Warnings: mild mentions of violence, Sheith hints if you squint.
Summary: Shiro snores.   Pidge isn’t sure how their family made it to Kerberos without killing him in his sleep for it, but Hunk and Keith are awake to talk about it.

(You can also read this fic on AO3!)

“I thought maybe the Galra did something to him so he didn’t have to sleep or … I dunno,” she trailed off at the looks Hunk and Keith were giving her.  “Look, it was a valid theory! We didn’t have any evidence he sleeps!”

“Except that he’s human ,” Keith said, incredulous.

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Seal (Taehyung x Reader), pt. 3

The teapot is no longer a teapot.

Part 1Part 2 ○ more magical BTS here

fluff, 2.7k words, taehyung/reader, demon au

It’s only when you get home, sprawled out on your bed with your bedroom window open, that you panic. You bolt upright.

You never gave Taehyung money for train tickets.

You curse under your breath, wonder how the hell he was going to get home. He could walk, you supposed, but it was insanely far; a train was much more convenient. Man, Taehyung was going to kill you.

Suddenly, you hear muffled cursing as someone clambers through your window. You whip out your wand and grab the jar of emergency hellfire you keep stowed underneath your bed, your hair standing on end, until the silhouette wriggles his shoulders through the window and into the light and you recognize Taehyung, looking disheveled.  “Tae, oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you say, setting your weapons down. He tumbles onto the ground and groans. “How did you get home? I forgot to get you money for train tickets. You’re incredibly fast if you got here by foot.”

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Words on a screen have no such power.

Physicality feeds the letter’s distinct appeal. Words on paper bring something that one person has touched to the touch of another; they metonymically figure the human body by transporting its combination of persistence and perishability.

Words on a screen have no such power.

~ Siobhan Phillips, Should you feel sad about the demise of the handwritten letter? (Aeon, April 12, 2017)

“I just bought this bike yesterday and took it out to ride it today for the first time. It’s much better than taking the bus. On the bus, I feel like I’m being carried by the bus rather than taking it. One time, on the bus, I thought ‘what am I doing here?’ You know when the bus jerks, you’re also thrown back and forth. Even though I wanted to stand still, I couldn’t even though I wanted to, which made me think about it. On the other hand, biking makes me feel alive, because I’m the one who pushes the pedals. Although I was dying when I was riding my bike, I was so happy. I think the same goes for our lives. We should move on our own.”

“어제 자전거 사서 오늘 처음 타고 나왔어요. 버스 타고 다니는 것 보다 훨씬 좋아요. 버스 타고 다닐 때는 제가 다니는 게 아니라 실려 다닌다는 느낌이 들었거든요. 하루는 버스 타고 가면서 ‘내가 지금 뭐하고 있는 거지?’ 라는 생각이 들었어요. 버스가 흔들리면 몸이 이리저리 흔들리잖아요. 저는 똑바로 서있고 싶은데 내 의지랑 상관없이 흔들리니까 내가 지금 뭐하고 있나 생각이 들었어요. 근데 자전거는 제가 밟아서 움직이니까 살아있는 느낌이 들어요. 자전거 탄다고 힘들어 죽겠는데도 너무 행복하더라고요. 인생도 똑같다고 생각해요. 자기 스스로 움직여야죠.”

Pairing of the Week 5/5/2015: OgaFuru

(sorry fellow CS fans, but waiting on the season finale before they get their post)
You’re all probably staring at that image in confusion. Why is she posting a picture of one member of the pairing (Furuichi) punching the other (Oga)?

Well, honestly, it’s the author’s fault.

The author posted this quote after the manga finished with no real confirmed pairings: “I can’t imagine how [Oga] would develop a relationship one day, but ultimately it will come in time. The only human contact he appreciates, in the end, is his fist in the face of another boy.”

Makes some sense now, huh? Delinquents. What are you going to do?
Beelzebub is a hilarious story. One of the meanest delinquents in Japan is chosen as the worst human a demon transporter could find and must now raise the demonic Baby Beel to eventually destroy humanity. Oga naturally does not like this idea, being a high school student, and the first arc is mostly made of him trying to pawn Beel off on a stronger-or-worse human being…and utterly failing. By his side the whole time is his best friend Furuichi.  And that is non-negotiable. If Furuichi is vacationing elsewhere, Oga will send the transport demon to kidnap him back to Japan before they get the plot of the day rolling. It’s that kind of comedy.

But even very early on we get hints that being Oga’s friend is dangerous. When Furuichi and Hilda are captured by a rival of Oga’s, Furuichi—by then confirmed as generally a coward—is completely calm and even defiant of the guy. He’s clearly done this before and is used to being Oga’s friend as being dangerous. This is confirmed in a flashback that frankly needs some setup.

As the manga progresses, Oga gets more followers than just Furuichi and the demons. And a lot of this group are jerks (albeit usually comedic jerks) to Furuichi because he is the manga’s Butt Monkey character. Then comes the Tissues Arc. Turns out all that bullying—which generally went unnoticed as bullying by the fans since a) comedy and b) it’s pretty standard for shonen manga teasing—has actually hurt him. To where he’s willing to make a deal for power that will kill him just to get back at the other members of the group for once.

After he beats on everyone else, he and Oga fight (again, shonen manga). And we get a flashback to how they met. Oga was pretty much the way he is now back in middle school, but he was terribly lonely. Kids would follow him around for a while, maybe go to a few of his fights, but they’d always backstab him and leave him alone. Furuichi’s insistence that he’ll be Oga’s friend for real pushes Oga’s buttons—especially since Furuichi is pretty weak and therefore might have to hide behind him in fights—and they get into a fight. Oga being Oga, beats the tar out of him. Furuichi keeps getting up and finally gets the big heartwarming friendship line:

“Who told you that I’d stand behind you? I’d stand right next to you!”

We cut back to the present with Oga admitting that he’s never thought of Furuichi as weak, but instead as the strongest person he knows. Their bond is further confirmed near the end of the manga. People working with a powerful demon can give their followers “crests” to boost their power, the lower the number, the more loyal and trusted the follower. Furuichi went most of the manga without one—likely owing to him generally trying to avoid combat unless necessary—and Kanzaki is the guy in the group with #1. Then during the final showdown, Furuichi gets a crest. #0.

That’s got to be the most heartwarming zero of all time, guys.

In the year 2186, scientists have finally discovered how to transport human consciousness into computers. They have entered human trials and it is you job to oversee the first group of humans to ever have their conscious transplanted into the system.