metal support

whoa okay so how do you think that conversation went when RJ went back to their boys with newfound gender identity knowledge

because ten to one Stephen and Ollie and Johnny were like “oh my god WHAT IF I’M NOT A BOY WE HAVE TO TEST THIS” and they all spent days trying different pronouns to see if it Felt Right and poring over RJ’s zine and Having Revelations

Stephen DEFINITELY whipped out a dress and threw it on, like, immediately because “gendered clothing is a conspiracy I ALWAYS KNEW IT” and Johnny went around spreading the word that RJ’S PRONOUNS ARE THEY/THEM, IT’S A THING, LOOK IT UP KIDS, I’M BEING DISRUPTIVE FOR A GOOD CAUSE THIS TIME MISS BAXTER, and god help you if you forgot and misgendered RJ, Ollie would LOOM, they all fought so many kids that week

And eventually all three were like “sorry dude I think I’m still a boy” and RJ was like “obviously that is okay” and it took them all a little while to unlearn subconscious things 

BUT 

that’s how Johnny got his heart shirt! because he saw it in a store or something and for ½ a second was like “nope I’m not allowed to wear that it’s a girl shirt” and then he remembered “oh right clothing is arbitrarily constructed symbols and gender stereotypes are fascism and my friends will love me no matter what” and so he took the shirt

and Stephen sometimes still wears dresses

Druid Shiro Theory Part 2: Shiro’s Arm

Following on from this post about how Shiro is probably a part-Altean Druid who can do magic and make wormholes, let’s talk about Shiro’s arm for a sec. Specifically: why did Haggar give him the arm, and what is it intended to do?

First up… let’s talk about Haggar. She was the one who gave Shiro his Galra arm. We know she loves combining magic and technology, as evidenced by all the robeasts. Perhaps the most dramatic example is the Komar Experiment:

It’s got that weird black smoke surrounded by the purple glow (obviously magic) and the purple lines running across the metal supports (the technology element). Here’s another, wider view of the whole rig:

And now here’s Shiro’s arm, the first time it activates:

Pretty similar, right? And a moment later, he gets that black smoke and purple glow around the hand, right before he overpowers it and then hacks up a bunch of Galra sentries.

{TBH I just wanted an excuse to include this screenshot}

Of course, the revelation that Shiro’s arm is Galra magi-tech is a surprise to precisely no one at this point, but here’s the thing: the Komar Experiment was powered by a bunch of druids. The black smoke and purple glow all came from them. What’s powering Shiro’s arm?

Now, imagine for a minute that you’re Haggar. You find out one of your captive test subjects is part-Altean and has the dormant ability to do magic. You want to turn him into a powerful magical weapon: a Druid completely under your control, trained to fight and do magic. Do you (a) sit in his cell and spend hours walking him through Sorcery 101 until he learns to control his powers, or (b) fit him with some kind of device - say, a prosthetic arm - that activates his magic for him, against his will if necessary.

Option (b) is really more Haggar’s style, right? And the Komar Experiment is proof that Haggar has zero chill and will happily rip the quintessence out of an entire planet if she wants to, because she’s the real Chaotic Evil of this show.

Now let’s take a look at this picture. This is Shiro’s hand right before he brings the arm under his control:

This looks like Shiro is about to do some druid magic. He looks like he’s about to fling some purple lightening or some of that weird black smoke - but he doesn’t. Instead, he overpowers the arm, brings it under his control, and uses it as a weapon.

So here’s an idea: what if Shiro’s arm is a mechanism that forcibly activates his Druid abilities? It would be powered by his own magic, if that were the case. And the reason why it looks like Shiro’s about to do druid magic is because… well… he is. But it’s being forced out of him, and it’s painful and harmful (like forcing the crystals out of the Balmera is painful and harmful). And now that Shiro is free of Haggar’s influence and control, he reins it in and reduces the magic to a level that doesn’t physically hurt him.

What if every time Shiro activates his Galra arm, he’s actually doing magic?

I mean… that arm LOOKS pretty magical. It has multiple functions that Shiro can apparently activate at will, and it gets that cool purple glow every time he uses it, and it leaves a trail of purple light when he wields it as a weapon.

Does that purple glow remind you of anything?

That’s Allura, right before she throws a bunch of magic back at Haggar and the Druids.

Shiro obviously isn’t consciously doing magic - but I think he might be subconsciously doing it. Just enough to make the arm do whatever he needs it to do. After he uses the arm in the Pilot, Pidge asks him: “Where did you learn to fight with that?” and Shiro says: “No idea.” He clearly knows how to use the arm, and we see him use it multiple times, but he doesn’t remember learning how to use it. His {procedural memory} is intact, but his {episodic memory} is damaged. He’s just working on instinct, intuitively channelling quintessence into the arm to power it up and make it work for him.

We’ve seen Shiro’s Galra arm do multiple cool things throughout the series, and whenever we see it, we just assume it’s the arm that’s doing it. But what if it’s not? What if it’s Shiro? The arm is just a tool - like a magic wand - that helps him activate his Druid powers, but all the functions we see are actually Shiro doing a bunch of low-level magic without fully realising what he’s doing or how he’s doing it. We’ve been crediting the arm, when we should have been crediting Shiro and his ability to manipulate quintessence.

Shiro is a Druid, and he’s been doing magic right in front of us this whole time.

Kiss It Better

Originally posted by gliceria

Bucky x Reader

Inspired by the song Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Warnings: NSFW

You stared at the T.V. screen without seeing much of anything. Your brain ran through your fight with Bucky earlier in the evening, overanalyzing everything you said. Should you have phrased something differently? You didn’t want him to think you didn’t care about him.

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miraculous-oceanseyes  asked:

So for the 100 ways to say I love you meme, I'm so sorry to ask for Klance, (I'm sure you've done a lot) but could you maybe do Insecure Keith for no. 50 "you're beautiful"

Mmmmm boi I’m 100% into this request. Like I NEVER see insecure Keith (it’s usually Lance) so I’m super down with this. Hella down. Thanks so much!


Keith lays on the warehouse floor. His ears ringing badly and his entire left side searing in pain. He’s nauseous. When his eyes blink open, it takes him a moment to process his surroundings. The visor of his helmet is cracked. Bright light dances around him.

“Keith! Keith!”

Lance’s cries sound muffled. Keith groans as he pulls himself up on all fours. His left side buckles almost immediately. He looks down.

The under suit of his armour has been burnt away and has left raw, charred skin. His blood is sticky, and parts of his suit have melted onto his wounds. Keith winces. This doesn’t look good. 

He begins to crawl along the ground. He has no idea where Lotor or his generals are, but he hopes that they’ve assumed he’s dead and are now distracted with something else.

“Keith?! Keith?!!” Lance’s cries sound panicked. His heavy footfalls clang on the metal walkway just above where Keith lays.

“Lance?” He tries to call, but his lungs are filled with ash. 

He’s not dying here. Not like this.

Keith rolls onto his right side and manages to stand. He clings to the smooth, metal wall for support, and tries to hobble along it to get…. somewhere else. Somewhere he hopes his friends are and this fire cannot reach. Lance’s footsteps sound distant now.

He turns a corner and reaches the holding area of the warehouse. Large racking reaches up to the domed ceiling, holding rows and rows of glass cylinders. The gold liquid in them swirls and oscillates like a lava lamp. Keith’s eyes widen.

Just a bit. He thinks. It’ll be ok. It has to, and with his wounds as bad as they are… what other choice does he have?

With the hilt of his sword, Keith smashes a glass cylinder above him. The quintessence pours over him like honey. It feels cold, and his burns hiss at the contact. Keith screams.


“Keith?” Lance screeches to a halt. His chest aches from lack of oxygen, but he continues sprinting, this time in the direction of the howl. He soon comes to the belly of the warehouse, flames dancing between the liters of quintessence. He’s about to yell out when he sees him.

Keith, slumped against the wall, his chest heaving with exhaustion. Lance bolts towards him.

“Keith!” His eyes and hands start to roam over Keith’s body, looking for signs of injury. His under suit is almost gone on his left side, and Lance examines the melted and charred edges that stick out from beneath Keith’s armour. His fingers paw at pale skin. Beautiful and unblemished. Lance’s hands move up to Keith’s neck and he forces his friend to look at him.

“Keith! Are you hurt?! What’s wrong? Can you walk? I can…” His questions hammer out of his mouth. Keith forces his eyes to stay open. The pain from his side is gone, but exhaustion flows through his veins. The world spins. The heat must be getting to him. 

“I’m fine!” He manages. Lance notices how he sways on his feet.

“I’m getting you out of here!” Lance hoists Keith’s arm over his shoulders and tries to take most of his weight.

“But the others…?!”

“They’ve already gone. It’s just us, now let’s go!”


Keith only vaguely remembers Lance dragging him into his lion, the hum of the machinery, and Hunk hoisting him into the castle. They placed him in a healing pod, but the pod released him after only a minute. Nothing wrong with him. 

Exhaustion, Coran had offered. Dehydration, Pidge diagnosed. Lance carried him to bed after drinking 2 litres of water. It definitely made him feel better. Lance places a cool rag on his head and lays him down.

“Call me if you need anything, ok?” His fingers linger on Keith’s cheek. Keith smiles brightly and giggles.

“I’m fine Lance. Stop worrying.”

Images of Keith’s melted armour flash before him again. Lance tries not to dwell on it.

“Ok… ok… We just can’t afford to lose our leader.” He pats Keith on the shoulder and stands. His hand trails along the door frame as he passes through.

“Lance?”

Lance pauses. He smiles over his shoulder.

“Yeah, man?”

Keith sleepily smiles and sinks into his blankets. 

“Thanks for always having my back.”

“That’s what sharpshooters do.” Lance winks before he passes through the door.


Lance rapts his knuckles loudly against Keith’s door the next morning.

“Hey buddy? You survive?”

“I feel like I’ve been hit with a truck.” Keith grumbles inside.

“So nooooo to training then?”

Keith groans louder and Lance chuckles.

“I just wanna sleep.”

“That’s fine. I’ll check on you later.

Lance doesn’t see Keith emerge for the rest of the day.


“Keith?” Lance softly knocks on Keith’s door the next morning. “You feeling any better?”

There’s a drawn out silence.

“Keith?”

“Can you get Allura for me?”

Keith’s reply surprises Lance. The anxiety that had been slowly simmering in his gut heats into a roaring boil. Lance starts to punch in the code to enter.

“Can I come in? Keith I…”

“No!”

Lance jumps back from the door. Fear grips his throat.

“Just… just get Allura for me…” Keith’s voice softens into pleading. “Please…”

Lance spins on his heal.


He delivers Allura, who slips into Keith’s bedroom… without Lance.


It shouldn’t hurt Lance as much as it does. It shouldn’t twist his gut every time he sees Allura enter Keith’s bedroom, sometimes with Coran, sometimes without.

Hadn’t he and Keith bonded now? Didn’t they trust each other with everything?

Lance was supposed to be his right hand man…

Jealousy and fear poisons his thoughts for the next two days.

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How to Obitsufy Your Nendo

Required Time: 30 min ~ 1 hour

What you will need:

  1. Nendoroid (head) of your choice.
  2. Obitsu 11 cm Body (White w/ Magnet)
  3. Small Phillips screwdriver. Flathead will work too, though, as long as it’s small enough. (ex. the ones found in eyeglass repair kits)
  4. Small side cutter/wire cutter (About the same size as those used for gundams. They can be found in the jewelry section of a craft store, like Michael’s)
  5. Sandpaper (Fine/Very Fine)
  6. Masking Tape
  7. Possibly a Q-tip
  8. A clear work space
  9. Patience and love
  • Cu-Poche, Kyun Chara, or Chara Forme figure heads have also been proven to work with Obitsu 11 bodies, but seem to require additional modifications. As I myself do not have experience with anything other than nendos, I am unable to make a guide for these. Sorry :c

STEP 1

Unbox the body.

Note: Obitsu bodies usually come in Normal or White colors. While there is no real difference between them except the colors, the skin tone of your typical nendoroid will be closer to White than Normal, which looks… extremely pink, when attached to a nendoroid head.

The bodies will also be either with or without a magnet. This magnet, or rather magnets, are stuck to the bottom of the obitsu’s feet, allowing it extra support when standing up on a metallic surface. This added support is often necessary for obitsuroids, as the nendoroid’s head is heavier than the obitsu body.

Since we are using the White body, with Magnet, there will be a flat, round piece of metal included in the box. Do not throw this out.

STEP 2

Play around with it, because why not.

STEP 3

There is a tiny screw at the top of the neck.

Unscrew it…

…and pull off the cone shaped end. (Yes, I know what it looks like. Shush.)

STEP 4

Pull off the arms. Open up the body.

One of two things can happen here. You might have received a body that can easily be opened with your bare hands…. OR you might have received one where the seam is so tight not even a pocketknife can be wedged in there. (Don’t bother with the Xacto; you might snap the blade.) If you are one of the unfortunate souls to get the latter type, use the Q-tip.

……No seriously. Use the Q-tip. It’s easier, safer, and will save you a lot of blood, sweat, and tears. And possibly an obitsu.

Wedge the Q-tip into the socket where the arms go in. Really push it in there.

Frak.

No matter, we can re-assemble it later. Stick the Q-tip in, til the cottony part is mostly in there. Gently wiggle the Q-tip back and forth until the body opens up, bit by bit.

Be patient, as being too rough can damage the pins.

STEP 5

Take the neck joint out. Now we’re getting to the fun part -w -

See this ring here?

Clip that shit D:<

All the way around!

It doesn’t have to be pretty, as long as the the plastic is more or less even.

Once the plastic ring is mostly eliminated, sand the rough bits down.

STEP 6

Reassemble the body. If you, like me, dislocated the obitsu’s waist, note that the waist socket and chest socket face opposite directions.

Close the torso.

Stick the arms back in.

STEP 7

Take a tiny bit of masking tape.

Wrap it around the neck. If it falls just short of circling the neck once, it should be enough. (Depending on how much was clipped in Step 5, however, a little more tape may be necessary)

STEP 8

Attach to nendo head. If you can pick up the figure by the head without the body falling off, you’re good to go.

Make sure the neck fully goes into the neck hole and the joint is not visible.

STEP 9

Bow before His Kawaiiness, mortal D:<


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Update - 8/5/17: Pics have been reuploaded.


Little Girl - Void!Stiles [Smut]

Authors: @dumbass-stilinski and @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Void!Stiles/Reader, Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 3009

Notes: Warning! This fic is not for the faint of heart. If BDSM bothers you, then please do not read. This fic contains Daddy kink, bondage, spanking, blindfolding, biting, a hostage situation, oral (both) and bruising/marking and cutting. Please remember that while BDSM is tons of fun, it can also be dangerous if you don’t know what you’re doing, so don’t try this at home unless you’re experienced, and remember that aftercare is very important as well!


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Hi, I thought there are quite a lot of blogs that are still accepting requests!! I have never heard of the song before and after you sent the ask, I gave it a listen to and I so agree with you. It definitely gave me the ‘this feels like it could be Peter’s song’. Anyways, thank you for sending in this request and hope you enjoy?

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by parkrpeters

Sometimes Peter feels a little bit bad for doing this but at the same time, he really can’t help himself. Every single time he is in front of you, he turns in to this bumbling mess and always end up either weirding you our or making a fool of himself. It’s mostly the latter though and Peter sometimes think he should probably just stop trying because who would even want him as a date never mind a boyfriend?

When you made a move to turn towards the window, Peter immediately throws himself on to the bed, heart racing against his chest. “Seriously, Peter.” He groans at himself as he rolls on to his back to stare at the metal structures that is supporting his bunk bed. This crush on you is seriously starting to get the best of him. He probably should break this habit of his before you think he is even weirder.

You live in the apartment building beside his and Peter must have saved the world or something in his previous life to be blessed with your room being directly across of his. In other word, his bedroom faces yours. Peter doesn’t even remember when he started to just casually stand in front of the window in his clothes that may not be in-season (Sometimes May even wonders why he is still wearing sweaters when it’s too humid and hot outside), watching you from his window. Though every single time you are about to undress, Peter always run away because he really cannot stand to look at you undressing.

“Maybe one of these days,” Peter murmurs to himself before shaking his head and sitting up. He grabs his bag pack and pulls out his suit. Now’s probably not the time to be thinking about that, he reminds himself as he quickly pulls his curtains together – Spiderman’s identity is still a secret – and begins to get dressed. He’s got things to do right now.


“Hey, Karen.” Peter lets himself swing on the web-hammock he had made prior to putting away the rest of the body suit, leaving only his mask on. “Do you think I should confess to Y/N?” He clicks his pen a few times as he writes calculations on his notepad.

“Hello, Peter. May I know who Y/N is?” Karen asks back. “Perhaps, maybe you should confess to her if you think highly of her.” Peter blinks a couple of times as he tries to explain who you are to Karen.

“Y/N’s this girl… that I like, like but every single time I try to talk to her or greet her, I just end up embarrassing myself and then I can’t bring myself to see her after that.” Peter can’t count the amount of times he has done this; stop you from walking to try and greet you but he only manages to sputter his words and occasionally slurs his words together before rushing away to his class, mentally apologizing at you.

“Y/N is this fellow classmate of mine. She sits in front of me in Chemistry and I don’t know.” Peter sighs before throwing his notepad and pen towards the top bunk bed and jumps down from his hammock. “What do you think I should do? I mean, I don’t even know if she – if she, you know, knows that I exist.” Peter begins to pace – even though he has stopped you multiple times, it doesn’t really mean he is automatically registered in your brain. For all he knows, you could label him as ‘that weird guy’ or something. He groans.

“Well, Peter, if you want my advice: I would say you should just go up to her and tell her you like her.” Karen advices and Peter stops pacing when he vaguely hears you closing your window. He peeks through his curtains and a smile appears on his face when he sees you twirling around in your room, looking like you are having the time of your life as you sing along to the song you are listening to.

“Is that Y/N, Peter?” Karen asks, catching Peter by surprise. He momentarily forgot that he still has mask on and he flushes slightly before nodding his head. “You should confess to her.”

Peter smiles sheepishly. “If only it’s that easy, Karen but thank you.” Peter pulls off the mask and throws it toward the pile where he has the body suit on and falls back on the bed. Maybe he should actually do something about it tomorrow. Peter reaches for his pillow and hugs it to his chest, eyelids starting to feel extremely heavy. The last thing Peter remembers before he falls asleep is the beautiful smile on your face and how he wishes to see it directed at him.


“Hey, Peter.” Ned greets his best friend and Peter pulls away from the locker, giving Ned a small smile and a nod. “Will you be busy tonight with your…” Ned looks around before he leans in to whisper, “your internship?” He pulls away with a satisfied look on his face and Peter blinks a couple of times.

“How many times have I told you to not talk about that in school,” Peter hisses quietly at his best friend and Ned shrugs his shoulders. Peter sighs before nodding his head. “Yeah, I think I will be – why?” Ned is unresponsive for a few seconds as he stares at something behind Peter and Peter furrows his eyebrows and turns to look at where Ned is staring at.

Only to trip over his own feet, slamming the back of his head on the door of his locker, causing three things to happen almost instantaneously; Peter has to bite the inside of his cheek from letting out a swear, everyone turned their heads to look at the loud noise and you reach forward to place your hand on his arm, a concern expression on your face.

“Are you alright, Peter?” You ask him and Peter stares at you before moving his gaze from your face to your hand and you flush slightly before you pull it back. “Hi, Ned.” You greet your other classmate. Ned nods his head dumbly at you and you almost want to chuckle if it wasn’t for the fact that you are still pretty concerned over Peter. “That sounded like you hit your head quite hard.” You comment.

Peter nods his head. “Yeah, yeah – it hurts, kinda but,” Peter glances at Ned and gulps before he turns to stare at you. The stinging on the back of his head isn’t too much of his concern right now. His concern is that you are currently standing in front of him – you actually went out of your way to look for him. “Did – Did you want something, Y/N?”

You tuck your hair behind your ear, smiling shyly as you nod your head. “Um, I notice that every single time you try to talk to me – things, they don’t go too well?” You ask and Peter closes his eyes, letting a look of regret pass over his expression before he opens his eyes to give you a sheepish smile. “I mean, not that it was anything bad because I actually think it was adorable – I mean, you are adorable so,” You gulp before staring at him right in the eyes, “yeah, I like you.”

Ned lets out a gasp and Peter can only stare at you in shock. You can feel the tips of your ears turning red.

“I mean, I just wanted to tell you that.”

Peter shakes his head when you make a move to walk away. “I like you too! Like, like.” He repeats, in case you aren’t too sure of what he means. “Do you?” He can’t even seem to finish his sentence anymore but it seems as if you understand him enough because the smile you give him is so bright.

“I like, like you too, Peter.”

The smile on your face is really beautiful and Peter suddenly realizes that he is the cause of it and his heart races a mile a minute. He can feel his palms starting to feel very sweaty so he rubs them on his pants before nodding his head. Ned nudges him, mouthing ‘walk Y/N to class!!’, with a lot of exaggerated eyebrow movements.

“Do you want – to – want to, walk class?” Peter frowns before he clears his throat. “Can I walk you to class?” He asks, a little bit proud of himself that he didn’t mess up his sentence. You giggle softly and nod your head. Ned gives Peter a thumbs up causing you to giggle once more. “See you in class, Ned.” Peter tells Ned who wriggles his eyebrows instead of replying. Peter turns back to you. “Let’s go.”

anonymous asked:

Maybe call the cops? I mean I know the story seems implausible but you've got a bunch of very credible doctors right there, eye witnesses.

“I’ve been on the phone with a 911 operator since the mirror broke. They’re downstairs trying to overwrite the security system.” Jenna says quickly, her arm firmly around Christine.


“The reception is getting screwed too, Michael’s squip is taking over everything-” Christine is interrupted by a loud, horrible sounding scream.

Michael’s scream alerts half the floor. His squip is running contentious shocks through him as a attempt to stop the glass in his hand from moving to his neck. In the process of charging Michael with so much electricity, a fire is started when Michael backs against the metal support bar, that on the inside of the wall, is touching cables to the light switch.

A fuse blows out, the bathroom fills with smoke. Michael is once again, in the bathroom by himself.

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