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July 17, 1894 - Radigan Conagher Finishes the Life Extender Machine

In the late 19th century, Blutarch Mann, covert controller of half the world’s governments, approached brilliant engineer Radigan Conagher to build him a machine that would extend his life indefinitely. Conagher, as an inventor, had spent his life obsessed with the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, specifically with coming up with devices that may have saved the President’s life. These included a hat which would shoot at the attacker, a chair which would have swung under or over the balcony to remove Lincoln from the danger zone, or a teleporter. Conagher accepted Mann’s offer.

Not long after, Conagher was approached by a representative of Redmond Mann, Blutarch Mann’s triplet brother and lifelong nemesis, and also the owner of the other half of the world’s governments. Blutarch’s motivation for the life extender machine had simply been to ensure that he outlived his dear brother, but as soon as Redmond got wind of the scheme, he could not allow it to come to pass. Redmond’s representative offered Conagher a supply of Australium in exchange for continuing work on the machine, but also constructing a second one for Redmond. Conagher accepted the Australium, using the highly adaptable metal (which also enhanced its user’s natural abilities) to complete Blutarch’s machine on July 17, 1894; he would finish Redmond’s a couple of weeks later. By then, Australium exposure had transformed Conagher, making him taller, bulging out his muscles, giving him a newfound thirst for beer, and sprouting an incredibly manly mustache and chest hair in the shape of the state of Texas.

(Team Fortress 2, 2007)

character name meanings: dragon age inquisition
  • cassandra: (greek) the unheeded prophetess. in greek mythology, cassandra was a trojan prophetess. in homer’s “the illiad”, cassandra’s prediction of the fall of troy was left unheeded. from a greek word meaning “helper of man”.
  • josephine: (french) name meaning “jehovah increases” (add to the family).
  • cullen: (gaelic) handsome and good-looking.
  • leliana: perfect goddess with a perfect face. embodiment of perfection. no fact checking necessary.
  • dorian: (greek origins/english coinage) a name first used by oscar wilde in his novel “a picture of dorian grey”, a story about a hedonistic aristocrat.
  • sera: (hebrew) means “princess”, but is more commonly spelled as “sarah”.
  • the iron bull/hissrad: (qunlat) "liar"
  • solas: (elvish) pride/to stand tall
  • varric: (dwarvish? dwarven?) a name meaning “so manly, his chest hair can make you pregnant.”-urban dictionary
  • cole: (english) meaning “victory of the people”
  • vivienne: (french/latin) a name that means “lively”
  • blackwall: LYING LIAR WHO LIES
Hidden Scars

Pairing - Tentoo x Rose
Rating - All Ages
Words - ~1500
Beta - @veritascara, Thank so much!
Summary - Tentoo wants to make new memories. This was inspired by this gif-set.
A/N - All errors are my own, as I made edits after the beta. And it’s late, but this is also for @timepetalsprompts “Scars” prompt from last week.


Rose hadn’t asked because she thought it was too soon. The Doctor overheard her telling Jackie as much and smiled softly. It was understandable. They’d only been back together for just over a month. Other than that searing kiss on the beach—that neither had since mentioned—they’d not yet changed the dynamic of their relationship.

The Doctor knew Rose was likely waiting for him to make a move, to let her know he wanted that kind of a relationship with her. And he did, he very much so did. Had. For a long time now to be honest. He was just waiting for the perfect time.

Rose deserved the best, and he intended to give it to her. This Vitex event would be a perfect way to show her how ready he was to jump right into this new adventure. The one adventure he’d always thought he could never have.

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anonymous asked:

Hilary, I just finished chapter 22 of Incacerus and I did not ask to be gutted by Scarlet Hook feelings today. *throws bloody heart at your feet* GO TO YOUR ROOM AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE. And now I really want to read a Scarlet Hook smut fic where they're both stupidly happy and sappy and in love. Or better yet, a fic where Captain Scarlet Swan is a thing. Damn me, and damn you.

well, it’s not exactly fluffy, but this is Will and Killian’s back story in Incarcerus: how they met, some details on Will’s past, and perhaps a few other things as well. @lenfaz, @bisexual-killian-jones, this is for you.

Will Scarlet met Killian Jones more or less exactly where one would expect a drunk werewolf and a heartbroken vampire to cross paths: in a pub in Covent Garden, some place that used to be some historic something or other, but had burned down a long time ago and gone through various iterations, some more embarrassing than others (little Waitrose, just in case you couldn’t get your essential crème brûlées and ostrich eggs at your regular pit of yuppie despair) before finally being bought by new owners determined to turn the site back into the tavern it had been in ye olden days, whenever those were. (History was not Will’s forte.) After doing some research, they determined that the establishment which used to stand here had been called the Hook and Compass, and thus named their painstakingly rebuilt place of business accordingly. It was a bit pretentious, really: all the wood aged to look as if it had been here since the sixteenth century, low ceilings and dim corners, crooked beams, the lot, all in order to sucker in impressionable tourists eager to part with their money in an authentic English pub experience. It was therefore also not a place in which Will would have been caught dead even in the immortal sense of the word, but well, breakups had that effect on a bloke. It was better than sitting in his flat staring at Ana’s stuff and trying to remind himself to call the bin men in the morning. It briefly occurred to him that he should donate the lot to charity, just so some bit of good could come out of this entire sorry situation, but he had not found himself inclined to make abstract altruistic gestures. Or any at all, really. Fuck her, and fuck him, and especially fuck filthy rich investment bankers who drove Bentleys and successfully promised Ana a life of luxury beyond any she had ever known. He should have seen this coming, from the moment he scraped and saved to get them out of bloody Derby.

Therefore, Will stumbled into the Hook and Compass that night simply because he had ridden the Tube from Ealing, got off at Covent Garden because it was the busiest, and did his best to lose himself in the crowd. The other option – going mental and wolfing out – would be severely frowned upon by the head of the London Pack, a self-righteous hipster named Quinn who had not gotten his position by fighting the previous alpha bloodily to the death a la the olden days, but by amassing the most votes in an online contest, involving a lot of pictures of him staring soulfully into the camera like an Abercrombie underwear model. But even with such apparently flimsy credentials, Quinn had proven to be no joke in power. Wolves not getting with his program were issued two warnings before their third and final one ordering them to leave the city, and Will was already skating on massively thin ice what with various other unfortunate incidents (he didn’t mean to steal stuff, he never did, but when people just left it there, what was he supposed to do?) Getting a third strike would just be the crap cherry atop the shit sundae, and he refused to have it happen like this. Might as well drown his sorrows in overpriced craft beer and a whiskey or three. Wasn’t as if he had anyone else to spend money on anymore.

Will had been drinking steadily for a few hours when he became aware of someone watching him from the corner. Not just someone, but a Teeth, which was surprising in light of the fact that the rest of the clientele was definitely human, and not the kind of humans who knew about vampires or were offering themselves up to be fed on. Hence it was highly suspicious to see him here skulking in the shadows (was that something all of them just knew how to do, the skulking?) as if waiting for a sufficiently drunk target to wander past. Indeed Will tensed, having sudden visions of him heroically smashing a beer stein over this interloper’s head to prevent him from noshing on the table of pretty American co-eds nearby, thus proving to Ana what a fool she had been to ever leave him in the first place. Maybe they’d give him a medal.

“Hey,” he said in an undertone, when the bartender had moved off. “I’m watching you, mate.”

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