ignite the light

If You Stayed

Peter Parker x Reader

Prompts:
“I love your freckles.” “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” “I’d like it if you stayed.”
Or in this case: the truth comes out.

Summary: Peter finally feels like he’s in the right place to tell you what he does. Intimacy helps that along. The first time. And maybe a second. Peter is 19/20ish.

Part I  Part II  Part III Part IV Part V  Part VI

Warnings: A lot of very heavy, very obvious insinuation. Listen, I don’t write smut, I write lovin, because let’s be real here guys, that boy would be the sweetest.


As your brain emerged from the foggy, comfortable place of sleep, the first sensation you recognized was that of the light of the sun beaming in through your bedroom window, the warmth of it enveloping your skin. The backs of your eyelids flashing in time with the clouds as they lazily drifted past the sun. Your ears took in the signs of life outside your window: car engines and their various rumblings, the loud pumping siren of horns as one too many motorists signaled their impatience, the chiming bell of a bicycle, the yip of a dog, and the pealing laughter of a woman and child.

Then there was the lovely sound of the steady, familiar breaths being taken by the body next to yours.

You smiled tenderly as the happenings of the last couple of hours played out on the darkened screens of your lids; your memories fresh, your heart light as it floated within your chest.


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The Last Jedi Teaser Poster Anyalsis

Worth a Thousand Words

An Analysis of The Last Jedi Teaser Poster

Having just returned home from Star Wars Celebration: Orlando, I am filled with emotions, excitement and anticipation for the next installment of the Skywalker family saga. I was fortunately enough sit in the The Last Jedi panel, after 20 hours of sitting on a concrete floor, and an additional 10 hours before hand, queueing outside. However, that panel was worth every second of the wait time. And while most people will say the long anticipated teaser trailer stole the show, as an artist and illustrator, for me, the star of the show was the teaser poster, that was also revealed.




My jaw literally dropped as I stood in stunned silence as the crowd cheered around me. In fact, my line buddy, a member of the 501st by the name of Matt, repeatedly asked if I was okay as stood agape at the poster, amazed in it’s brilliant design as well as very clear and intentional use of visual story telling. I was flabbergasted at the bold choices made by Lucasfilm in this teaser poster, and I do believe that this is more of an indicator of the film’s story, rather than the trailer. This poster tells us, the viewer, everything we need to know about the direction of the upcoming movie, as well as helps dispel the rumors that The Last Jedi will be nothing more than a carbon clone of The Empire Strikes Back.

Before I go into detail I just want to say that it’s no secret that I ship reylo, however, for the purposes of this discussion, I am setting aside my implicit biases and talking about the facts stated in this poster, rather than fan speculation and conjecture.

First and foremost, what stood out to me is the simplicity in the poster’s design. We see only three characters, Rey, Luke and Kylo Ren. After doing extensive research, I found that this is the ONLY poster with just three characters. All previous Star Wars posters depict the main ensemble of cast members, as far back as 1979’s A New Hope. Never before has a Star Wars poster depicted only three members of the cast, and it is a clear statement that these three characters are the most important in relation to the story. There is also a not so subtle nod to Luke Skywalker in the original promotional theatrical poster for A New Hope. Both Rey and Luke are positioned in almost the same spacial area, in the same pose, with an ignited light saber raised up. For Luke, this symbolized his acceptance of his heroic journey, and the inherent power he possessed. For Rey, however, the meaning is vastly different. The sequel trilogy is very much about passing the torch from the old generation to the new, and unlike in The Force Awakens, Rey is present and accepting of that power, physically and metaphorically, in The Last Jedi, the second installment, rather than the first. Rey is our new hero, now heroine, embarking on her own heroine’s journey.



Now I know not many fans like Kylo Ren, and in fact they perceive him as a whiny emo cry baby, trying his best (and failing) to emulate Grandpa Vader, but his importance in the story cannot be overstated! He is the descendent of Darth Vader, and Leia Organa, and as much as most fans dislike him, that’s just simply a fact! The Star Wars trilogy movies are about the Skywalker family, and he is the new Skywalker of the trilogy. He is important to the cinematic universe as a whole, and characters from the The Force Awakens who easily had double the amount of screen time as him, such as Finn, were purposefully omitted from the poster in lieu of Kylo Ren. Regardless of how much fans like his character, he is going to play a very impactful role in the film to come. I know that he is not the most important character or the focal point of the poster, however, given the overly negative response he solicits from fans, I felt that it is important and necessary to make my position, and the poster’s narrative clear; even if you don’t like his character, Kylo Ren is a key player in the Skywalker family saga, and the cinematic universe as a whole.

When analyzing any piece of artwork, regardless of the the medium, the best jumping off point is the focal point. In The Last Jedi teaser poster, the viewer’s eye is immediately drawn to Rey, brought forth by the strong contrast of the blue halo of light emitting from her lightsaber. In terms of visual hierarchy and storytelling, she is the most important element to not only the poster, but in the movie it represents. Her position, in the lower center of the foreground suggests that she is the most grounded of the three characters, and thus the one that we, as the viewer, is meant to relate to the most. However, she is removed from both Luke and Kylo, positioned below them, which indicates that she was not a initially part of their conflict. And originally, she wasn’t. Rey was just a scavenger, abandoned by her parents on Jakku, struggling each day to survive. At that point, Rey didn’t know or care about the Force, Resistance or the First Order. Her primary goals and motivations were pure and simple, survival.

This coincides with the backstory indicated in not only The Force Awakens but also in Claudia Grey’s novel, Bloodline. There are no indication that either men knew who Rey was or her origins until she found BB-8 and became tangled in fight with the First Order. Luke and Kylo have a contentious and tumultuous past, filled with conflict and anger, as they stand on opposite sides of Rey’s light saber. This is a visual metaphor for the Force, and where Luke and Kylo represent the Light side, and Dark side respectively. Separating them is Rey, and the light of her saber. Although she is removed from their history, Rey has been flung into the foreground of the struggle between opposing sides of the Force. She is part of their present, and thus their future. In short, the resolution of Luke and Kylo’s conflict rests on Rey’s shoulders, both metaphorically and visually in the poster.

The struggle been Kylo Ren and Luke is an interesting and important to the story, but what is more important is what it represents! At its core, Star Wars is a fairy tail, and was intended to tell stories and teach children about the human condition and morality. Understanding every detail of Luke and Kylo’s past is less important as what their struggle represents. It is the timeless struggle of good vs. evil. If the timeline in Bloodline is to be trusted completely, and there are no extra twists and turns in the interum, Kylo Ren turned to the Dark side of the Force approximately six years prior, and has been unable to locate or confront Luke since his disappearance. What has changed in that time? Why will Kylo suddenly be able to locate his former master on Ahch-to? The answer is right in the poster, Rey!

This of course opens the doors to a whole new set of theories, such as a Force Bond, or Snoke obtains a copy of the map and so on. But there is practically no solid evidence to substantiate any of these claims, and at this point, they are pure conjecture.

I also find Rey’s placement in the middle quite interesting in the wider context of the history of the Force itself. One of the central themes Star Wars has always been finding balance. In the prequel trilogy we saw this through Anakin’s development from the heroic Jedi knight, to the Sith Lord, Darth Vader. And yes, Anakin is responsible for choosing his actions and must therefor accept the consequences of such actions, however, the biggest contributing factor to his descent into darkness was the Jedi Order and their absolute refusal to acquiesce to the basic human nature of love and attachment. In fact, one can argue that the Jedi Order is even more barbaric and cruel than the Sith. Companionship and attachment is one of the hallmarks of humanity, and by denying them, they are essentially denying being human. But the Jedi Order in both the prequel and and original trilogy was the personification of the Light side of the Force, while the Sith representing Darkness. Too much of either side’s influence causes the Force to spiral out of balance, and thus the galaxy is thrown into chaos again. This was demonstrated numerous times on both sides, such as Anakin’s betrayal, or the New Republic unknowingly creating the groundwork for the First Order.

In short, the brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Both light and dark must be present in order to achieve balance, and Rey’s placement, directly between the light and dark, makes her the fulcrum, or the point of equilibrium. In essence, it is Rey who is who is going to bring about that balance.

Another interesting observation I made was that all three characters, Luke, Rey and Kylo Ren are all colored in red. I cannot stress this enough, the psychology of color is important! Specific colors invoke particular and subconscious imagery and responses. Color theory and its use in marketing and illustration is a universal language. In fact, color tells just as much, if not more, of a story as the composition! There are two primary colors in the poster, red and blue. Red is the color of darkness, evil and passion. Blue on the other hand conveys serenity and tranquility. Why is Kylo’s lightsaber red? Not because he uses the Dark side of the Force, but because the color red has a strong visual impact and the human brain automatically associates red with darkness and power. It’s no coincidence that the color red is associated with the Sith, while blue is attributed to the Jedi! Everything you see on screen or in print was designed to create a specific response from the viewer and convey as much information as possible with no words.

Further more, in both The Force Awakens and the teaser trailer for The Last Jedi, it’s made quite clear that our heroes and villain are all experiencing a crisis of faith in the Force. Rey had her entire existence turned up on its head looking for guidance and training. Luke, it is suggested, fell into despair and solitude after the death of his acolytes because his teachings and philosophies failed to save his own nephew. Kylo, who just recently murdered his own father in hopes of committing himself entirely to the darkness, felt more weak and confused than ever before (this is said nearly word for work in The Force Awakens novelization). Because the color red is frequently associated with the dark side of the Force, and I find it quite compelling that all three figures are bathed in red. To me, this suggests that the trio are all going to be struggling with their inner demons, which often implies the temptation of the dark side. In fact, the only beacon of light and hope comes from Rey’s light saber. Some have argued that the light comes from Rey herself, but when you compare her upper body to her lower body, you can observe that just like the figures above her, Rey’s form is red, and the blue reflected in her face is emanating from the lightsaber, rather than Rey herself. This coincides with Rian Johnson’s choice to make the Episode VIII title font red, and maintains visual continuity. The most logical conclusion one can extrapolate is in The Last Jedi is going to delve into much deeper and darker overtones and story lines than it’s predecessors.

The positioning of Luke and Kylo in relation to each other is another aspect to this poster that I find intriguing. Luke and Kylo’s heads are above Rey; in this poster they are literally watching over her, and her choice to accept the Skywalker lightsaber. However, they are on opposing sides of the saber, as described above, representing the light and the dark. As a viewer, this design illustrates a sense of tension and conflict in both Luke and Kylo, but also in how they view Rey, and her choices. This image is clearly setting up the overtone that Rey has to struggle between choosing accepting either Luke or Kylo. In other words, it’s another iteration of the never ending struggle between the light and the dark.

Looking back in The Force Awakens for a moment, we remember that Kylo Ren extended the offer to teach Rey, “You need a teacher. I can show you the ways of the Force!” We all know the choice Rey makes at the end of the movie, but what about Luke? Will Luke even want to teach Rey after his previous failings at reviving the old Jedi Order? The following does begin to tread into the territory of conjecture and theorizing, however I do believe there is solid evidence to back up what I am about to speculate, or else I would have omitted it form this analysis. At The Last Jedi panel, Daisy Ridley, under the watchful eye and ear of Kathleen Kennedy, did reveal some very interesting information. We, as the audience were MEANT to know this information prior to viewing the poster, or else the CEO of Lucasfilm would never have permitted that information be divulged (like the Rogue One mishap at Celebration Europe 2016). Summarized, Daisy stated that Rey indeed does meet her hero, Luke Skywalker, and like in real life, how we  (Rey) envision our heroes does not always coincide with the reality of our heroes. This very clearly sets up the idea that Rey and Luke are going to have a less than harmonious relationship in The Last Jedi. This is also backed up by some previous leaks and spoilers from MakingStarWars.net, however until we know the veracity of those rumors, I do not treat them as fact, like I do the things said directly from the people at Lucasfilm. The statements from Daisy Ridley at the panel, however, were purposeful in sparking ideas and igniting the flame of this idea that Luke and Rey will not have a peaceful mentor/mentee relationship in the same light as Yoda and Luke’s relationship.



Mentorship has always been another key themes throughout the Star Wars saga, from Anakin’s tutelage under Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn, to Luke studying with Yoda. There is every indication that those reoccurring themes will continue, but in a different fashion. It’s been made pretty clear that Rey is going to struggle with Luke’s training, and we already know of Kylo Ren’s unrelenting conflict within himself, stemming from the teachings of Supreme Leader Snoke. Snoke ordered Kylo to kill his own father, an act that he did follow through with, but the novelization has proven that that act made him more conflicted than ever before. Where it should have brought him strength, instead he found weakness and doubt.

And all of this ties back to Kylo Ren’s original offer to Rey to teach her. It is my belief, based on the evidence above, that Rey is going to struggle between the teachings of Kylo Ren and Luke. You may ask “how will Rey learn from Kylo? They aren’t on the same planet?” Well even that is partially answered in Episode VII, and confirmed in tweets made by Pablo Hidalgo. Pablo definitively said that Rey learned so much so quickly at Starkiller Base because she extracted the information from Kylo Ren’s mind during the infamous interrogation scene. So in a way, Kylo has already become her first mentor.

Both the Light and the Dark are justified in their beliefs and teachings. Adam Driver previously stated in an interview that Kylo Ren vehemently believes he is and was justified in his actions, and it’s quite clear that Luke fully intended to disappear into the galaxy as a frizzled old hermit. What will happen if Luke does not agree to initially train Rey? She has all of these newly awakens powers, and no way to control them. Just like Kylo stated, she really does need a teacher. But which teacher? The Light or the Dark? Or, at what this poster suggests, something in the middle!

By placing both of Rey’s mentors above her, two Force users who are much more skilled and honed than she is, it indicates that both mentors are going to be fighting within Rey’s psyche. Luke will be teaching her one method, while Kylo and his Dark side influence will be pulling Rey in the opposite direction. This is wiring and character growth done right! The setting and characters have been established in the first film of the sequel trilogy, while the second installment places challenges and obstacles in their path. Without those challenges, characters will not grow or develop. Even more evidence for this is Rian Johnson’s prior statements that the characters in The Last Jedi are going to be tested and pushed beyond their limits. What would challenge Rey more than knowing she is can identify and relate to the person she hates the most, Kylo Ren? That would force the characters into a position where they have no choice but to adapt and evolve into something that spans beyond the juxtaposition of the Light and Dark side of the Force.

In other words, Grey Jedi!

Most likely it won’t be in so many words, but the concept behind it will remain the same. A world of Force users that are not bound by the narrow dogmatic codes of the Jedi or Sith! And while I do find both of their ideologies absolutely fascinating an an integral part of the Star Wars canonical universe, by constricting Force sensitives to Jedi/Sith, Good/Evil, Light/Dark is extremely limiting and grossly inhibits the idea of character depth, subtlety, progression and nuance. Maz Kanata and Ahsoka Tano are prime examples of Force sensitive individuals in the Star Wars universe who are canon and are Force sensitive, but do not fall into the dichotomy of Jedi and Sith. There has never been a main hero character in the films (which are the primary story telling means in the entire franchise that reaches the most viewers and has the biggest impact on mainstream pop culture). Luke Skywalker was seen as universal good, the epitome of the Joseph Campbell’s hero, who embarks on heroic journey on behalf of goodness and justice. The passing of the torch from Luke to Rey indicates a paradigm shift in the understanding of the Force for not only the characters but the viewers and fans as well.

The light saber in the poster is another piece of evidence for this! There is no partition between red (Darkness) and blue (Light). Instead there is a gradient emanating from both ends of the lightsaber, further emphasizing that this story will not be so simply as “kill the monster, save the world” but instead of dimensionality and gradation. There is middle ground to be found in the Force between the Light and the Dark, and Rey is the key to unlocking it. Or as Rey quite simply puts it in the trailer “balance.”

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On a personal side note, I do believe this teaser poster does further add fuel to the Reylo fire, and it makes be believe even more fervently that Reylo will eventually become canon in some iteration, but I wanted to keep my personal biases and theories out of this analysis. If anyone enjoyed reading this and would like to read my views on The Last Jedi teaser trailer and how it relates to Reylo, I’d be more than happy to comply. But I wanted and needed to get this poster off my chest first. My mind has been boiling over, wanted to put these thoughts down in some sort of organized fashion because as someone who is fluent in the language of illustrations as a medium for visual story telling, this poster blew my mind. I stood just flabbergasted at how blatantly the story implications were, but when I asked people about their thoughts they all came to different conclusions. And yes, that is the point of this poster, to get people talking and theorizing about what it all means, however visual story telling generally complies with a set of rules that are universally, albeit often subconsciously, understood by the viewer.


 Whew! I wrote this entire analysis in a single sitting. I apologize if there are any immediate grammatical errors, but I proof read this a number of times, so I am pretty sure that it’s correct. 

EDIT: Thank you to @sleemo who helped me fix the grammatical errors in this!

Warrior

a/n: get some tissues this is nearly 3000 words of pure emotion and sadness and angst


Slamming the door closed on your car, you carefully walked up the path to your sister’s bridal shower, large gift box in hand. You had flown home from Shawn’s tour to get ready for your return to university, and you made it back in time to go to her shower.

Thankfully, the door had been opened so you didn’t have to worry about balancing the gift in one hand. It wasn’t even that impressive of a gift, it was just a blender. But, it wasn’t a cheap blender, so you didn’t dare loosen your grip as you walked down the hall, until you dropped it on the table with the rest of the gifts.

“Hey! Glad you could make it!” Your sister’s best friend smiled, hugging you.

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“Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you”

Fix You // Coldplay

anonymous asked:

Could you write something based on that new bughead pic of them fixing up the car?? Your stories are so good they are holding me over until October haha

Thankyou! I sure can try!
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Jughead shuffled his feet on the Andrews front porch, he could remember a time where he felt comfortable waltzing into the large family home without even knocking, but that was then and this was now, things had changed, people had changed.

Archie answered the door, his hands covered in paint as he rubbed them desperately on his jeans, the red heads eyes widened, it had been four weeks since he had seen Jughead standing beside him at the hospital, he had disappeared after that. Archie just figured it was too much for him, Fred Andrews almost death had been too much for a lot of people, himself included.

“Jughead? Everything okay?” He motioned for the beanieless boy to come in. Jughead followed Archie and sat on the living room couch.

“have you taken up art in the past month?” Jughead asked, his voice teasing but tense.

Archie looked down at his wrecked clothes and paint stained skin, he chuckled lightly.

“This? Nah, dad needs help around the house. Ya know, it makes him feel better to see things done. I let him think he’s the one doing it then when he goes down for his nap I finish it up, pretend he just forgot that he did it.” Archie shrugged his shoulders, scrubbing at the paint in his fingernails.

Jughead felt the familiar stab of guilt, he should be the one helping Fred, after everything that man had done for him, not to mention Archie was his best friend, no matter what he got into he knew Archie would always be his true best friend. Shedding his leather Jacket on the couch, Jughead tied his flannel around his waist

“Well we better get to it, he can’t sleep forever.” Jughead stared evenly at Archie, a wide but cautious smile sneaking onto the quarterbacks face.

“Well alright then.”

Two hours later the entire kitchen was painted minus a few casualties (who needed a blender anyway?) and Archie and Jughead had talked, more like spilled their guts like little girls on the schoolyard. Jughead felt better and he could see the way Archie’s shoulders seemed to be a bit higher. Soon Jughead was back on the porch and Archie was promising to pay him in burgers, the familiar voice of Alice Cooper drew his eyes to the house next door.

“That’s it Polly, just a few more steps left. bed rest? I mean really? I don’t see why they couldn’t just induce you right there. This wait is getting tedious. Never the less there will be no moving from you from this point on” Alice Cooper rambled, leading a very pregnant Polly into the house.

“She’s not home.”

Jughead brought his eyes back to Archie, quirking an eyebrow

“Betty’s never really home anymore, only to sleep and cook. She’s the only reason me and my dad are still alive, she makes us dinner everyday. She also stays super late at Vixen practice, hasn’t missed a game, except for the ones against Southside High because… well you know.” Archie rubbed a hand to the back of his neck, Jughead visibly winced.

It had been four weeks since he’d spoken to her, he wasn’t going to let her get dragged into his business with the Serpents and Southside high kept him ridiculously busy. He didn’t want her to be a part of his dangerous and hectic life. But he missed her.. damn did he miss her.

“Other than that she’s pretty much always fixing up F.ps pickup truck in front of Pops where your dad left it broken down. I’m pretty sure the stupid truck runs like a gem now but she can’t seem to stay out of it, always elbow deep in the engine for hours on end.” Archie sighed “everything thing that happened.. her parents, Polly, her long lost brother? And ya know.. my dad.” He whispered the last part “I think she’s coping in.. Well In her own way. That truck is her anchor.”

Archie had grown surprisingly deep, I guess nearly losing your father would do that to you, Jughead would know.

“I better go.” Jughead started backing away, Archie grabbed him by the arm

“You’re my best friend dude but… be careful okay? I don’t know how much more she can take.” Archie’s voice held a warning but the underlying sadness was also evident. They had all been through so much, too much for teenagers their age. With a heavy nod Jughead made his way to Pops.

She was the first thing he saw, well actually the first thing he saw was the huge green pickup truck parked smack dab in the center of the parking lot, Pop Tate was leaning against the door frame watching Betty, his eyes met Jughead and he smiled.

“Hello son, long time no see.” The older man slapped a hand to Jugheads back when he joined him by the door.

“Yeah, couldn’t stay away from your burgers for long.” He smiled back, his eyes drifting back to the pair of blue jeans sticking out from the hood of the truck.

“I was gonna tow it.” Pops said from beside him “takes up half the damn parking lot but when Betty found out it was your dads she begged me to let her fix it up, your old man left the keys in it and everything. Been like this for three weeks. I just don’t have the heart to make her move it.”
With a final squeeze to Jugheads shoulder Pops went inside promising to be back in a moment, he came back through the front door carrying a milkshake in a to go cup.

“I’m trying to stay “hip” I figured If take out is what the kids want I might as well get a foot in the door.“ Pops nudged Jughead towards Betty and headed back inside leaving the two alone as Jughead held the chocolate shake in his hands.

He stared for a moment more, now wasn’t the time to admire her body but god did he miss holding her and there was no denying how good her curves looked in those jeans. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Jughead moved over to Betty, she was mumbling under her breath as she twisted a wrench over some metal object, completely oblivious to his presence.

“Did you get her running yet?”

Betty nearly slammed her head into the popped hood, her eyes going wide when she saw the dark haired boy speaking to her, her eyes quickly shifted to the leather jacket snug on his shoulders as she dove back into the car.

“She runs just fine, I’ve been working on the engine, all she really needed were a few new spark plugs. But then I noticed it had a little fluid flooding so I wanted to fix that up before it escalated. And then when I turned the Key in the ignition the check engine light came on and that obviously had something to do with the pressure so I…”

Jughead cut Betty off as he placed a hand over hers inside the hood.

“I’m so sorry Betts.” He whispered.

She turned to him with watery eyes.

“I needed you. Where were you? Where have you been?” She questioned, her voice shaky.

He gently pulled her away from the car leaving his milkshake resting on the side

“I got lost for a bit, I’m still lost but it’s getting clearer. I was looking for a home, for some place where I really belonged, but I missed it. It was right in front of me. You’re my home Betts and .. and I want to come home if you’ll have me.” He knew he was begging but in actuality he would have gotten on his knees if she asked.

But this was Betty Cooper and she didn’t need him to beg, didn’t need him to explain, gripping his hand she pulled him back to the truck

“See right here? Once we get this working the mileage will be so much better and ya know, I’ve kind of been wanting to visit Toledo.” She continued fiddling with the truck but the soft smile on her face let him know what maybe.. maybe they would be okay.

“Yeah Betts, Toledo sounds great to me.”

Firearms safety is key for people who use weapons at work or for recreational shooting. But one risk has been little acknowledged: Lead dust exposure.

In a standard bullet, a solid lead core wrapped in a copper jacket sits atop a stack of gunpowder and lead primer. When the gun fires, the primer ignites, the gunpowder lights, and some of the lead on the bullet boils. When the casing snaps out of the ejection port, lead particles trail behind it. As the bullet hurtles down the barrel of the gun, a shower of lead particles follows.

If a gun range isn’t ventilated well, lead dust collects on shooters’ clothing and hands and lingers in the air, where it can be inhaled. The more people shoot, the greater the risk of being exposed to dangerous amounts of lead. It becomes an occupational hazard for weapons instructors, police and defense personnel.

Lead Dust From Firearms Can Pose A Silent Health Risk

Photo: Herra Kuulapaa Precires/Science Photo Library/Getty Images

das Feuer - fire (as an element)
der Brand - fire (as in: a fire)
die Flamme - flame
brennbar - flammable/burnable

das Feuerzeug - lighter
das Streichholz - matchstick
Streichhölzer - matches
die Kerze - candle

das Lagerfeuer - campfire
der Kamin - fireplace
das Brennholz/Feuerholz - firewood
der Zunder - tinder

die Feuerwehr - fire brigade/fire department
der Feuerwehrmann - fireman
die Feuerwehrfrau - female firefighter
der Feuerlöscher - fire extinguisher
der Feuerwehrschlauch - fire hose

die Brandursache - cause of a fire
der Brandfleck - burn mark
die Verbrennung - combustion/incineration/burn (injury)
die Brandwunde - burn (injury)

die Zigarette - cigarette
die Zigarre - cigar
die Pfeife - pipe (also means whistle)

das Feuerwerk - fireworks (display)
der Feuerwerkskörper - firework
der Knallkörper - firecracker

die Hitze - heat
die Wärme - warmth
der Rauch - smoke
die Asche - ash

brennen - to burn
anzünden - to ignite/light (something)
rauchen - to smoke
löschen - to extinguish (other meaning: to delete)
grillen - to barbecue
schmelzen - to melt

I’m sorry
is what I should have said 
because I didn’t mean to love you
far more than I was ever able to love myself


and the universe is fickle and hearts are foolish
they grant another access to their innermost parts
without realizing how easy it is to have a tragic end

I’m sorry that hope is the cruelest of virtues 
because it can never be taken once it’s been gifted
and that I have allowed your courage to make a home in me
and you have allowed my faith to ignite a light in you

—  Unfinished Stories #413 by Abby S

anonymous asked:

explain mania au?

here’s what started it: [x] [x]
all illustrations referenced by sarufish

updated: 8/21/17

mania au takes place somewhere that isn’t like the reality we know. it’s always night, the buildings seem like they’re alive and loom taller and taller by the day in pitch black spires, and the ground rumbles in what could be the subway lines. depending on who you ask the city is normal despite all this, full of citizens who simply bide their own and work each day and go home again, rinse and repeat. for others the empty streets are a playground and the underground beasts pick each other apart for mere pieces of concrete and asphalt, sculpting territories. 

everyone in the world appears to be human, an acceptable vessel for what every single one of them truly is. each person has a Monster or a true form, something that embodies them in a way their human exterior cannot express. some can be contained more easily than others, living without having to deal with the effort involved in keeping it reigned in. meanwhile others are born with unusual gifts or instinct behaviors that interfere and make a perfectly average life nearly impossible.

no one knows what happens to the monsters whose vessels get destroyed or they become too much for them to bear and break loose. everyone wonders the golden question of who are we, what are we here for, where did we come from? they have mythology and pieces left behind from the beasts and monsters of old but it’s scraps, many of them left to interpretation and exaggerated tales exchanged and changed slowly over centuries. but in reality, the vessel-less monsters inevitably become caught or are attracted to what is essentially a collective and very living void beast that consumes and houses them, a hive for the lost. we call it The Big Bad.

pete is a fragment of The Big Bad let loose like a worker bee to collect souls and bring them back to it. his basic instinct and purpose is to attack, consume, and then bring back the boon; rinse and repeat. his true form is an extension of The Big Bad conglomerate which is a vast collection as it is, making him a chimera of different fragments from all different kinds of monsters to begin with. his monster seems to resemble a very estranged wasp-like creature at first but it vaguely shifts appearance given he’s composed of many different pieces.

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Nothing At Stake - 6

[A/N: Okay I promised smut and I lied, but the next chapter is half written and that does have smut and you can expect it in a couple of hours! I hope you like the kind of direction this is heading in, I’m not 100% where it’s going to end up but I’ve got some of it mapped out and I feel like this could be a bit of a lengthy fic?

Also at the bottom of this fic I have tagged a few people who I recognise consistently like and reblog my fics so I hope you don’t mind and if you would like to be added to the tags or removed than you are more than welcome to say! Hope those who have been tagged don’t mind!]

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A CONCEPT: Hades being on close watch at meetings with the other Gods because last time he almost set fire to one of the council members for disagreeing with him, but this time he really has trouble containing himself bc a lesser god is taunting him by saying things about his wife and child but he reminds himself to stay calm by thinking of his family bc they ground him and keep him sane and everything he does is for them

Oh my god this is so funny I’m caCKLING

Harry’s just trying really hard to keep his cool, trying not to bring the room down in an inferno, but the guy keeps making snide remarks about how his wife could be his daughter because she’s a couple mere centuries younger than him (which is fucking nothing compared to Ares and Aphrodite but Harry digresses) or that he can barely keep his son from bringing down the Underworld everytime he pitches a tantrum, so, “how does he know what’s best for Olympus?”

Hades can feel the palms of his sweaty hands itching, the familiar sensation warning him that his fingers are ready to spark alight any second now. His neck is stinging and he’s forcing his eyes to keep from igniting with green light, toes curling against the fine leather of his sandals as he clenches his fists so tight his knuckles go white. His jaw is set in rage, teeth grinding and he can feel his nails start to pinprick with the start of a fire. Eros is an insult away from becoming the world’s most godly rotisserie chicken.

But then Harry takes a deep, penetrating breath, knowing just how Persephone would want him to react. She’d want him to set a good, just example for Theodis so that the young boy could see how to properly handle stressful and testing situations such as these. He closes his eyes shut for a hot minutes because if he has to keep looking at Eros’ stupid smirking face for one more fucking second, he’s going to melt his nose clean off.

In the dark murkiness of his mind, he sees an image of his smiling wife as she holds their son, the little boy giggling in his mother’s arms as she blows raspberries into his neck.

And then, just like that, the anger’s gone, dissolving away into thin air.

Harry opens his eyes, locking his gaze on his awaiting contender, ignoring the way the man is grinning smugly. All the other gods around the large table fall silent, staring back and forth between the two with fear and anxiety. He can hear the wings on Hermes shoes flapping nervously, watching with amusement as Louis shushes them quietly.

Everyone flinches when Hades speaks first, expecting the room to burst into flames, but instead they are rendered speechless by the words that leave the god of the dead’s mouth. “You’re right.”

Eros seems the most shocked of all, blinking at him with scrunched eyebrows. “I am?”

“You sure are.” An ominous simper curves Harry’s lips, making the love god shift around his seat in discomfort.

Hades leans forward onto the imperial gold table-top, elbows propped against the metal as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand, staring at the minor god like a predator would acknowledge his prey. “You make some compelling points, and so I’ll let you have this fight. At least then you’ll be winning at something. After all, I have my wife and child to comfort me in my disdain, which is way more than you and your undescended testicles can say.”

A collective gasp echoes across the humungous throne room, all of the other celestial beings going wide-eyed and glancing at each other in utter disbelief at Harry’s words. Eros’ intimate issues were something no one ever spoke of, out of respect and pity, but Hades had gifted himself the right to use them when the cocky asshole had decided to go after what he cared most in this world– his family.

Meanwhile, Eros is flicking his embarrassed gaze around all of the seated gods, face glowing bright red like a ripened tomato. The young man opens and closes his mouth like a fish, left stripped of his pride and not knowing how to retaliate.

Harry’s grin spreads wider, his hands coming forward to press against the surface of the table, pushing himself to stand. “It’s funny, really. You call yourself the god of sex and pleasure, yet you can’t deliver either. But that’s besides the point. I grant my approval on whatever route you wish to take with the situation. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a family to get to. I’ll see you all in two weeks for the upcoming equinox.”

The gods bid him goodbye in hushed, awed voices, watching in amazement as Hades begins to walk for the large gilded double-doors at the other end of the room. Eros intercepts him, standing in his way with simmering red cheeks and unharnessed rage his hazel irises.

Harry stands his ground, shoulders back and chest broad in challenge, waiting for the minor god to make the first move towards a brawl. “Go on, then. Hit me.”

But it doesn’t come. The young man simply stands there with flaring nostrils and clenched fists, glaring daggers at him. He’s got his head screwed on right, Hades will give him that. Picking a fight with one of the three eldest gods would not end well for him at all.

“That’s what I thought.” The ruler of the Underworld smirks, shouldering his way past the boy, revering in the way he’s shaking with anger.

Harry shouldn’t– he really shouldn’t because he already crossed the victory line miles ago– but he just can’t help himself.

He stops in his tracks right next to Eros’ quaking figure, craning his neck to the side and locking his condescending stare with his fuming one, dimples winking with a cruel, amused sneer.

“I’d tell you to grow a pair, but we both know how that went the first time around.”