the problem with MCU Tony Stark characterisation in fanfic

okay so I love smol, soft, vulnerable Tony Stark as much as the next person, but sometimes I think we forget some super important things when writing him:

  • literally within an hour of IM1 we see Tony hammering metal with basic tools in a cave which is very physically taxing for someone not used to it
  • we see Tony Stark miniaturise the arc reactor, something his own dad never figured out, in the space of three months whilst probably battling chest infections, the threat of death and low cognitive function (the fluctuating temperate, irregular meals, sleep cycle and high risk of infection from open heart surgery drastically affects your thought process, genius or not) - with fuck all available
  • there is the suggestion that Tony + Running isn’t so much of a novel idea in IM1′s ‘Dogfight’ as Rhodey doesn’t bite back and say ‘you don’t jog’ in response to Tony’s flighty responses - that would be the first thing a best friend would point out to their fellow bullshitter
  • he and Happy practise MMA against one another (IM2) and Happy isn’t someone to go gentle - Tony isn’t one to want Happy to pull his punches so Tony is proficient in some form of close combat when fully cognisant - we see Happy’s skills when he finally (!) punches one trained fighter as Tash knocks off everyone else. if Happy can do that, Tony certainly can - and even better now he’s a full Avenger (we ignore Civil War, okay)
  • he literally takes a sledgehammer to his own home and re-discovers and element once again previously hidden to his own dad - a man heralded and lauded as The Genius - so he’s very proactive and willing to move shit around to figure something out
  • we also see the strength needed in the synthesising of this element - his arms are literally b u l g i n g  with muscle mass, so this gives us the nod that Tony does work out to keep himself fit
  • in IM3 he literally has nothing? he makes his OWN weapons again from store-avaliable items and takes down literally a whole compound under his own steam (reminiscent of IM1 building of the suit with a box of scraps) so he isn’t exactly ‘useless’ when given the correct tools
  • despite that bullshit scene where he suddenly ‘forgets’ that magazines aren’t universal for all, we know Tony handles guns - he does it when he’s escaped the bed in the basement, when facing the Mandarin etc and he’s confident enough to use them correctly (deliberately missing Trevor but close enough to make him shit himself) so this crap about him suddenly being unable to shoot a light from that distance is again, bullshit
  • he literally drags the iron man suit through the snow - whilst it’s (MK42) is about 240 pounds on, it’s gonna be a lot heavier with all the hydraulics and electrics powered down. it takes core strength to make it and drag it, guys, so he’s pretty well built for a civvie
  • in avengers he spends just as much time moving - you need insane core strength to maintain a flying position, metal suit or not, and you need to be physically fit to fly it too if you think of how often it would have glitched and malfunctioned with hits before it rebooted. just because he’s in a metal suit it doesn’t mean it’s effortless and JARVIS does it for him - it’s like riding a horse. the movements are subtle but you’re using so many fucking muscles and so much energy
  • in AOU he literally fucking JUMPS FROM THE BALCONY ONTO A BOT floating in mid air like, that’s super gutsy for a civvie who has no official ‘spy’/army training or no backup Green Machine but by this point nothing surprises us about this fuckwit tbh (it gets me every time when I see him do that)
  • he gets thrown into walls so often with enough force to knock out a normal person like, i’m surprised he, Rhodey and Bruce don’t have constant concussion tbh - in IM3 with a missile blast/ in AOU against the wall after Ultron and down to the floor from a great height
  • he’s super fucking gutsy and takes massive risks for someone with no healing factor or special skills - in IM3 when he faces off against the Mandarin with nothing/jumps off a balcony on the rig and slides down the bending metal before jumping into fucking mid-air relying only on his suits to save him/facing off against Loki and then being thrown out of a window despite not knowing what would happen at all and knowing that his suit wasn’t quite ready/relying only on his mobile gauntlet to save his whole fucking face when Bucky (poor soul) tries to shoot him (unintentionally it isn’t Bucky okay) in the middle of his freak-out (and these are all without the whole suit, only bits and pieces, so don't say he’s a little wallflower he has as many balls as the rest of them in combat)
  • have you seen him in a three piece suit??? his figure is fine af from all this shit 
  • he literally survived a blast to the fucking chest with a bomb, survived palladium poisoning, thought his way out of countless shit, is a certified genius, a massive polyglot, has several doctorates and isn’t the soft, smol, vulnerable little chicken so much fanfiction makes him out to be

I love reading those smol, cutesy fics from time to time too - because lbr MCU!Tony IS small in stature because Robert is, bless his platform shoes - but please remember Tony is actually meant to be a badass physically fit (wiry or lithe, depending on comics or movieverse) superhero - he may not be great at hand-to-hand combat like Cap or twenty feet tall like Thor but he can certainly hold his own fgs.  

Don’t get a mini pet!

The latest fad in many circles are smaller versions of animals like dogs–some people want things to stay small and cute forever, and what easier way than getting a teacup dog, or a munchkin cat? None of that growing up and losing those cute, doe-eyed looks and soft chubby bodies that are just so picture-perfect and Instagram ready.


This is a trend born out of ignorance, and it has exploded due to people more than willing to supply that demand and promote said ignorance at the expense of an animal’s welfare. 

Miniaturisation is derived from breeding animals born with dwarfism, or breeding animals that were smaller than others of their kind to begin with. And since there’re only so many runts to be found in the world, creating a breeding stock of mini animals perpetuates a particularly insidious chain of inbreeding that often ends in an early death. 

Some of the problems that miniature animals face are:

  • hydrocephaly – lit. “water in the brain,” best described as an accumulation of cerebrospinal fluid in the brain that creates too much pressure. It causes impaired vision, incontinence, mental impairment, and seizures, among other things
  • ectrodactyly – missing digits on paws/feet
  • brachycephaly – shortened snouts that prevent air from being breathed in correctly, leading to difficulty breathing and a tell-tale sound of an animal gasping for breath
  • PSS – aka liver shunts, a congenital condition characterised by the liver’s circulatory system failure to connect properly to other veins, preventing the elimination of toxins like ammonia, and can lead to cirrhosis
  • cruciate ligament injuries – the ligaments stabilising the knees rupture and often require surgery to correct

And those are just some of the conditions that can occur. Yes, non-miniature, non inbred animals can get them, but the fact is that miniature animals have a much higher chance of being born with those conditions. 

Miniature females are most in danger, because they’re the ones used to carry future generations of these animals. Their uterus is often too small to gestate properly, and their vaginas too small to push babies out; the end result can either be death in utero for the babies, stillborn births, the mother dying during birth, or all of the above. The breeders who sell these kinds of animals don’t care about the incredibly high risk they are placing them in. The high price these babies fetch (or the premature ones they sell off as “miniature;” separating babies from their mothers too early brings another huge set of problems) works well enough for them to offset the loss. 

And in the vein of how similarly unethical white tiger breeding works, the ones that look too obviously deformed or sick are discarded. 

The people who sell and breed these kind of animals absolutely do not care that they’re condemning animals to a life of constant pain, suffering, and inability to engage in healthy animal behaviours, for the sake of profit. People who want to become pet guardians should absolutely care about their animals, and not prioritise cuteness over health. 

– Nick

oh-toasty  asked:

Hi! I don't know if you're taking requests right now, but if you are I would love to read something about how everyone knows Batman is around, but nobody really knows anything about him. They all just assume that if he's out there he must have superpowers like Superman and Wonder Woman and Bruce just never corrects them. Like, he just lets everyone think Batman has superpowers hence why in the JL trailer Barry asks what his power is.

This was fun :D

Title: (Not) Just A Man

Summary: Batman: the man, (but more importantly) the myth.

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The First Robot

This looks like a vaguely creepy doll you might find in your grandparents’ house, but it’s actually a self-operating, programmable machine—an ancestor of modern computers. Called “the Writer”, it was created 240 years ago by Swiss watchmaker and mathematician Pierre Jaquet-Droz, who was famous for building not only watches but also animated dolls, automata, and mechanical birds that fascinated kings and emperors across the world.

Astonishingly, the Writer is made up of 6,000 individual parts, perfectly miniaturised to fit fully within the automata. A stack of 40 “cams” (rotating or sliding pieces) is at the machine’s core, and as it moves, three cam followers read the shape of its edge and translates this into arm movements. These movements are controlled by a large wheel made up of letters that can be reordered or replaced—i.e., programmed. With its quill pen and ink, the machine can write messages up to 40 elegant letters long and across four lines.

But the Writer isn’t unique—it has two siblings. Jaquet-Droz and his family also made a “Musician” automata, who plays an organ, and a “Draughtsman” automata, who can draw four graphite pictures. All three were built as publicity to increase the value of Jaquet-Droz’s watches, and they were toured through Europe in the late eighteenth century. The little mechanical marvels were eventually bought for 75,00 francs by the museum of Art and History in Switzerland in 1906, where they remain today.

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Witch Au Fic Rec

The Sweetest Incantation 40k

Harry has been alive for decades, and yet he’s never been as confused and dumbfounded. He’s a witch, for God’s sake. Can’t get much weirder than all the magical things he’s experienced throughout his lifetime. Never in a million years, however, would he have expected to be mere inches away from a hybrid.

Or: Harry is a witch who’s still working on developing his powers and Louis is a werecat who falls into his life and turns it upside down.

love is divine 25k

Being a witch doesn’t help when it comes to unrequited love.

you’ve got this spell on me (everything you do is magic) ˜3k

Harry accidentally turns Louis into a cat. He doesn’t know how he’s going to fix it, but he does know he’d better do so before he has to deal with Louis’s wrath.

come on, jump out at me 7k

(first one of the domestic monsters series)

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren’t exactly what they seem…)

wherever you are is the place i belong 10k

(second one of the domestic monsters series)

So a witch, a vampire, a werewolf, and a siren all move into a house together… It’s not a joke, it’s Harry Styles’ life, but sometimes it feels that way.

(Niall and Zayn get jobs, Harry cleans out his feelings, and Louis learns some very interesting things about one of his new flatmates…)

spaces between us hold all our secrets ˜20k

(third one of the domestic monsters series)

The house in Greater Gloomingshire just gets stranger and stranger: Mysterious comings and goings, sneaky glances, and secrets that nobody seems willing to share. Yet.

(Zayn threatens Louis with bodily harm, Niall wolfs out, and when it comes to investigating his flatmates, Detective Harry is on the case!)

i wanna reach out for you (i wanna break these walls) 31k

The wolf’s out of the bag, the witch is out of the broom closet, the siren’s out of the ocean, and the vampire’s out of the…coffin? Everybody knows about everybody now, but it’s not always so easy, rooming with the supernatural.

(the household shifts and changes, Detective Harry is on the case again, and Louis has to come to terms with who he wants to be.)

if i didn’t have you, i’d never see the sun 16k

Everything changes when you have a roommate who doesn’t Get It.

(Liam has trouble with inanimate objects, Harry blows things up, Niall is a brat, and Louis finally talks about his life B.V. - Before Vampirism.)

you will find me in places that we’ve never been 12k

1313 Willow Wisp Lane has seen many things over the course of its long life as a house, but never has it seen a surprise party consisting of an undead king, a witch who can conjure sunlight, a werewolf who doubles as a pastry chef, and a mystery.

(Louis reveals more about his past, Harry makes it rain, Niall makes food, and everyone wonders about Liam.)

i’ll make this feel like home 42k

It’s St. Patrick’s Day at the house in Greater Gloomingshire….in September.

(Liam’s “secret” is revealed, Zayn returns, Niall eats some cupcakes, while Harry and Louis both have to face the past - and the future.)

when the wolves come out 62k

Halloween is swiftly approaching; now, if only they could enjoy it.

(Gemma comes to visit, the crows may or may not be spies, and a spirit is laid to rest.)

we will find a way through the dark 31k (wip)

Louis is tired of running and Harry’s got his back.

(Harry sort-of exorcises a ghost, a Mustang is destroyed, and Louis discovers travel by mirror is not at all what it’s cracked up to be.

Far Afield 11k 

  • (part 1)

Harry Styles is a witch who owns the best flower shop in Manchester. Lottie Tomlinson is planning her wedding, and brings her brother along to her first appointment. Both men have been having a bad day and sparks fly.

Suited for You 4k

  • (part 2)

“Louis Tomlinson, you have had that suit for almost ten years. It is time to get a new one, and it is time to get a good one.” Unfortunately, he could tell his mother wouldn’t budge. The discussion was over. They said goodbye, and Louis immediately dialed his sister Lottie.

She picked up straight away, “You have to get the suit, Lou.”                          

“Argh!” Louis yelled, hanging up on her. He missed his old flip phone, hanging up on someone was so much more satisfying.                                   

Louis’ family convinces him that he needs a new suit for some upcoming special events in his life.

It’s All Been Done (Before) 17k

  • Lilo 

Zayn isn’t normal for two reasons. One, he’s a warlock. Two, he’s Crown Prince of said warlocks. Witches too, actually. Not Wizards though. Those imbeciles give magic a bad name. Especially the one named Liam. He’s particularly awful. It’s too bad that they end up falling in love.

Through centuries of war, revolution, art and innovation; Zayn tries to stay away from Liam, until he can’t

Bewitched 160k

“So what’s your problem, mister?”

“I’m married to a witch.” says Louis, disbelievingly, shaking his head slightly, swirling the ice around in his shot glass. “My spouse is a witch.”

“Cheer up.“ says the Bartender “You should see my wife.”

Louis doubts that his wife is a real spell-casting, cloak-wearing, cauldron stirring, witch, like his new husband, Harry.

But, Louis suspects that nothing could surprise him anymore. Not Harry’s magical friends, not his literally disappearing sister or even the way that Harry’s able to clean a kitchen in 2 seconds.

Louis had always thought that Harry was charming, he just didn’t know how much.

Adaption of the hysterical and wonderful 1960’s tv show, starring, of course, 1D; each chapter is self contained within the universe.

Spellbound 62k (wip)

Louis Tomlinson leads a charmed life. Not because of his good job, nice house or the fact that he’s happily married; despite all those things being true.

No, Louis lives a charmed life because of the fact that his best friends, in laws and (perfect) husband all happen to be magical beings.

And just as he’s getting used to things like his sister in law literally popping in unannounced, or watching his husband turn people into animals, a new bundle of joy arrives and throws a wrench into the works.

But, you know what? Louis wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sequel to Bewitched

a long way down (to the bottom of the river) 24k

“ Most people would call Harry silly for believing in curses. Childish would also be a probable insult thrown his way. In their little town full of little people, Harry’s whimsical nature and beliefs mean that he’s subjected to frequent judgemental looks and whispers. It doesn’t usually bother him. Most people don’t know about the magic thrumming through his veins or about how powerful words can truly be. Most people don’t carry around their ancestors grief like a burden. They don’t have to pay for deeds hundreds of years old like Harry and his family have. They get to love freely without fear.

Harry and his kin aren’t so lucky.”

a practical magic au in which Harry and his sister accidentally kill her abusive boyfriend with magic and Louis is the D.I working the case.

wash him deep where the tides are turning 3k

"When Harry finally tells Louis about his family’s curse and the true love spell that broke it, they’ve been dating for seven months, nineteen days and about twelve hours and Louis’ cock is buried deep inside his arse.”

Part two of a practical magic au.

taken by the wind 8k

When he decided to move to London with his sister, Harry thought he would finally get to learn how to control his magic. He couldn’t possibly have predicted that he would fall for her neighbour.

Or the one where Harry is a clumsy witch and Louis is making everything worse just by existing.

baby, we could be enough 3k

  • ot5

A few weeks later, they’ve finally begun to settle in, and it’s time for Liam’s first in-home transformation.

He’s dreading it.

Keep Me In Your Pocket 3k

Louis has been living in a teapot since he was miniaturised by a witch, but Harry is determined to break the curse.

take a sip from my secret potion (falling in love) 6k

After running away to Pendle, Louis is being haunted by some angry spirits, and so he seeks solace in Worst Witch Harry Styles. Louis is looking for a potion to fix his problems, but the answer may be a bit simpler than that.

Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent 24k

  • Witch!Louis

Louis spins a finger in midair, like he’s indicating someone to turn around, staring pointedly at Liam as the faucet turns itself on and the can rinses itself in the sink behind him. Liam, moon burn him, doesn’t rise to the bait, choosing instead to lean back on his stool and wrapping his hands around his own mug.

“Anyway, like I was saying and that you were ignoring, there’s this new club near my school and I want you to go with me. Could do you some good, getting out once in awhile.”

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they’re a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he’s dragged out to a new club Liam’s heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

Everything You Do Is Magic 5k

October is a month of magic. Most carry on with their lives thinking that leaves change color from science and that the pumpkins no one has seen growing all year actually came from the ground. But others know the truth. That some possess the power to create life and take it away. Harry was one of those people.

(or the one where Harry and Zayn are witches, Liam and Louis are new in town, Niall may or may not be magic, and Harry thinks nothings better than the feeling of magic, till something is)

Try Refusing A Million Times (But You’re in Love) 16k

Harry’s a witch selling tea and sweets in The Umbrella, a shop he and his best mate Niall have just opened. But on ‘Official Opening Day’ he runs into Louis, and there the chaos ensues when Harry’s magic trickles into Louis. With Niall and Zayn at his side, it’s a regular quest for love: either Harry gets his magic back from the forbidden Louis whose dating Liam, or he performs a dark ritual on himself to save himself from Louis’ madness that he most certainly will not survive


Can you please make a fanfiction where Thor and Steve convince Tony to play five nights at freddy’s ? I know, it’s stupid,but I really want to see a fanfic about it. Thanks! - Requested by @ladythor617

Do a FNaF avengers crossover -Requested by @girlloki1987

You and Thor stood behind the gamer chair in the Tower’s computer room, watching Steve intently as he clicked away. He was playing Five Nights at Freddy’s, a game you showed the two heroes a few days ago. After hours of practising, it only took 4 hours of non-stop gaming before Steve was finally on the last night.

“You can do this, Steve!” you cheered.

“You’re so close!” Thor added. He had already beaten the game a few hours before. A homemade button was pinned to his shirt that read I BEAT FNAF scrawled in red marker that you and Steve had made to celebrate his victory. This is how time was spent when the Avengers weren’t out saving the world.

Thor clapped his hands rhythmically as you both got excited. “One more hour left, Steve! ONE MORE!”

Steve was too concentrated to reply. His hands flew all over the place, rapidly trying to check all of the the security cameras and trying to close the doors. In no time the little screen flashed, showing a clock change from 5:59 to 6:00. Cheering erupted from the speakers. He had won.

YES!” all three of you screamed, jumping up and down. Steve high-fived you two. He grinned wildly, “Finally! I did it!”

“You did it!” you echoed. You pulled a second makeshift pin out of your pocket and stuck it to his shirt. Thor laughed as he admired Steve’s pin. “Now you both can call yourself champions! It only took us what, 48 hours? 49? Who cares! This game can kiss our-”

A new voice interrupted you mid-sentence. “What in Fury’s name is going on in here?” Tony stepped into the room, frowning at all the noise. Instantly, the three of you stopped. He narrowed his eyes at the buttons on Steve and Tony’s shirts. “’I beat F-N-A-F’,” he read aloud. “What’s F-N-A-F?”

“It stands for Five Nights at Freddy’s,” you explained.

“It’s a video game,” Thor chimed in. “We were just celebrating because we’ve all beaten it.”

Tony squinted at the computer suspiciously. “That’s what all that noise was about? A stupid game?”

“It’s not stupid,” Steve said defensively. He crossed his arms. “It’s a horror game based on haunted animatronics. It took us two days to beat it. I’d like you see you try.”

Steve didn’t actually want to see him try, but Tony was never one to back down from a challenge. “Oh, please, Rogers. I bet I could beat it, too. If I can invent a miniaturised Arc Reactor out of scrap metal in a cave, I think I can handle this,” he boasted. “Besides, I’ve had the most experience with animatronics around here. Don’t forget who created Ultron.”

“Nobody will forget that,” Steve mumbled.

Tony shot him a dirty look. “Whatever. Move aside, Soldier. Let me have a go.” He cracked his knuckles and sat down.

You and Thor cast each other a knowing glance. You smirked, “You know, that’s exactly what these two said the first time they played. It looks like we’re going to be here awhile.”

k but tony stark is literally that character that survives every single time even when all the fucking odds are against him.

obadiah stane orders hit for his assassination in afghanistan, “ha! bitch u thought!”

gets chest full of shrapnel that is dangerously close to his heart? “i’ll just build a miniaturised arc reactor from this box of scraps here in this cave to stop it from entering my heart”

is tortured and held captive by afghan insurgents for three months? “Laters, haters” he says, as he flies out of the terrorist base camp in a metal suit he made from a different box of scraps

slowly dying from palladium poisoning from the arc reactor core? “well that’s a Minor Inconvenience. i’ll just fucking synthesise a new fucking element in my fucking basement. there, Fixed”

flies a nuke through a wormhole into space and almost dies? “HA! BITCH. I BET U FUCKING THOUGHT”

it’s the little things in life

Summary: Cassian is back seat cooking and Jyn is going to murder him.

Rating: A very tame G

Notes: For @rapidashpatronus​ , who inspired this little piece of ridiculousness with her mini-R1 figurines! <3

Read on AO3 here or under the cut. :)

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I can hear you thinking, shut up!”

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SOCRATES: Imagine this: People live under the earth in a cavelike dwelling […] Some light, of course, is allowed them, namely from a fire that casts its glow toward them from behind them, being above and at some distance. Between the fire and those who are shackled [i.e., behind their backs] there runs a walkway at a certain height. Imagine that a low wall has been built the length of the walkway, like the low curtain that puppeteers put up, over which they show their puppets. So now imagine that all along this low wall people are carrying all sorts of things that reach up higher than the wall: statues and other carvings made of stone or wood and many other artifacts that people have made. As you would expect, some are talking to each other [as they walk along] and some are silent.
GLAUCON: This is an unusual picture that you are presenting here, and these are unusual prisoners.
SOCRATES: They are very much like us humans. What do you think? From the beginning people like this have never managed, whether on their own or with the help by others, to see anything besides the shadows that are [continually] projected on the wall opposite them by the glow of the fire.
― Plato, Republic

“The real is produced from miniaturised units, from matrices, memory banks and command models - and with these it can be reproduced an indefinite number of times. It no longer has to be rational, since it is no longer measured against some ideal or negative instance. It is nothing more than operational. In fact, since it is no longer enveloped by an imaginary, it is no longer real at all. It is a hyperreal, the product of an irradiating synthesis of combinatory models in a hyperspace without atmosphere.”
― Jean Baudrillard, The Precession of Simulacra

“The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth - it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.”
― Ecclesiastes

Small Considerations Between Partners - 1

Small considerations between partners


A series of vignettes that feature moments of friendship and love between our two favourite agents. One for each season and also both movies with some being more along mature lines. All will be canon compliant, a couple will be post episode.
Chapter 1: Chocolate drops do not constitute medicine - Season one

I can feel Mulder watching me from across the room.

I hate it when he watches me like this; it makes me feel uncomfortable to know he is filling his working hours scrutinising me instead of concentrating on the job in hand and God knows he must surely be aware that they are just looking for a reason to shut us down. Working but not working isn’t exactly going to further his cause should we be called to question as to why the reports requested by Skinner and which litter his chaotic workspace are being largely ignored by him right now.

But today I’m aware that really, I only have myself to blame because when I woke up this morning with a pounding headache, limbs that alternated between a dragging heaviness and a nauseating ache that settled right in the marrow of my bones and a throat that felt like someone had miniaturised themselves to an extent that they were able to climb in there at some point during the night and do a sandblasting job with powdered glass, I probably should have just admitted defeat and called in sick.

I didn’t of course because being sick constitutes being weak and Dana Scully does not show weakness. No Siree. So I just self-medicated; hoping for the best as I forced myself in to the shower where I stood limply, hoping the heat of the water would in some small way chase away the chills that were racing up and down my back at fairly regular intervals.

I kind of knew this was coming – a rare day out this past weekend in the sole company of my small Godson had seemed like a precious gift at the time – but as the day wore on the gift became less enjoyable as his six year old self escalated in crankiness at roughly the same rate as his temperature had risen and by the time Ellen arrived to pick him up, Trent was clinging to me like a four-limbed limpet; heat radiating off him as he coated my shoulder in a not inconsiderable layer of snot and drool and I was already steeling myself for the inevitable.

Because I’ve noticed during the course of the months I have been working alongside Mulder that I seem to pick up every bug going. Maybe it’s the fact that we spend relatively long periods just with each other that makes me an easy target when I finally venture out in to the germ ridden world above or it’s simply that I don’t take such meticulous care of myself as I did in my pre-Mulder existence; that having him as a partner pretty much negates adequate sleep and regular wholesome meals.

Annoyingly though, Mulder seems to positively thrive on the disjointed lifestyle that working on the X-Files demands; able to function at the top of his game on scant rest and a diet of greasy take-out food.

Because he is never sick.


You would be forgiven for thinking that, as is often the case with irritatingly healthy individuals, that he has no patience with illness in others and certainly my Father had enjoyed years of rude good health before the coronary unexpectedly and cruelly took him from us just a few short months ago; and back when we were kids only impending death or a temperature close to combustible levels were sufficient for us to be tucked in to bed and fed chicken soup. If neither applied we were just expected to suck it up.

But Mulder? Mulder is different. Maybe it’s due to his fine New England upbringing or maybe it’s simply due to the fact that he hasn’t had anyone to be concerned about for a very long time but I have noticed, even from right at the very beginning when he clearly didn’t trust me and resented my reasons for me being thrust in to his domain, that he has always been extremely sensitive regarding my continued wellbeing.

In fact, “Are you okay Scully?” has been levelled at me so many times that I now find myself always automatically assuring him that I’m fine even when I’m not and it’s not that I want to hurt his feelings, nor that I am immune to his concern, but frankly I am a grown woman and more than capable of taking care of myself.

Well, except on days like today of course where a wholly misplaced pride prevented me from listening to the little voice inside my head that told me the smart thing to do would be to simply turn up the heat in my apartment to tropical and crawl back to bed where I could quietly wallow in a pit of misery until such time as my body deigned fit to fight off the virus that had invaded it courtesy of Trent.

But I hadn’t. I had instead dragged myself to work and tried to hide from my partner that in reality, I felt pretty much like death warmed over and I should have known better than to try to fool a man who can strip me inside out with a single glance. Hiding things from Mulder is like trying to knit with the wind – a lot of effort with nothing to show for it at the end. And right now as I feel his eyes boring in to me, I know that he is building himself up in order to address his concerns.

His words though, when they finally come, are as far away from what I was expecting as they could possibly be.

“Chocolate drops Scully.”

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witch fic rec (9 fics)

i just wanted to do a small fic rec of magic/witch aus! i didn’t dig too deep so i will probably be making another part if i find more fics!! as always, i hope y’all like these and drop by my ask with requests! 💖

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you’ve got this spell on me (everything you do is magic) byteenagedenigma (2k)

Harry accidentally turns Louis into a cat. He doesn’t know how he’s going to fix it, but he does know he’d better do so before he has to deal with Louis’s wrath.

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‘And She Was’ (Simon x OC x Negan, part 6)

Title: “And She Was”

Characters: Simon (The Walking Dead), Negan (The Walking Dead)

Tags/Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, implied/referenced past rape, anxiety attack, PTSD flashback, angst

Art Credit: Art is mine, y’all!

NOTES: Savannah discovers that Simon’s been hiding something from her. (I’m really proud of this one, and it was super cathartic even though this chapter is heavy.)

Taglist: @simons-thirst-squad @backseat-negan @collette04 @sppplendiferousfinch @kuenie @neganisking @isayweallgetdrunk (if you’d like to be added, just let me know!)

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Part three!

Part Four!

Part five!

As I watch them, enraptured and repulsed, I hear his footfalls before I see him. A hearty chuckle echoes throughout the room, and I feel my skin prickle as he enters from a door beside the furnace.  Behind him trails Doctor Carson, and the blonde man I glimpsed earlier. Except, in the warm glow of the fire, I can now see past his straw-yellow hair. Dragging down the corner of his eye and twisting his flesh into a pinkish snarl is scar tissue.

“What’s wrong with his face?” I hiss, leaning up on my toes to get a better view and also reach Simon’s ear. He tilts his head towards me to hear.

“Uh…” His expression is taught and unsure, eyes darting between Negan and the Doctor and – what was his name – Dwight? “It was punishment.” He says resignedly, jaw twitching, as if he didn’t want to say so. I keep my gaze trained on Simon, and grip his wrist. Hard.

“What kind of place is this? Tell me. Now.”

His gaze burns into mine and he inhales through his nose.


“No, you tell me-”

“Savannah, please be quiet.” He hisses, desperation mounting. I bite my tongue and return to watching the figures by the furnace.

Negan stops and stands before the crowd, which slowly sinks onto its knees. My breathing is hard and ragged, fists clenched at my side, hands still curled around Simon’s wrist. As the people around us stoop onto their knees, I see Negan’s black eyes flicker to where I grip his right hand man. “Welcome.” He booms, cold gaze gripping me like a vice. I stand a little closer to Simon. “Rise.” He lifts a gloved hand and the workers scuffle back onto their feet. I continue to glower his way. “Now, I was hoping that I’d be able to deliver some good fucking news today – but, sadly, that isn’t the case… No.” Rakes his leather-gloved fingers through his silver beard and sighs deeply. I can’t tell if he’s watching me or Simon through the reflection of the yawning fire captured in his eyes. “As you all are aware, I’ve lost something very dear to me. A super hot girl – and why? Because she ran away.” He dips his hand into the pocket of his pants and withdraws a folded-up note and holds it several inches from Doctor Carson’s face. “How did she do that, you might be wondering? You see, I was thinking the exact same thing only the other night when Dwight came to visit me.” Negan is almost toe to toe with the Doctor, who trembles like a lamb before him. “Usually I wouldn’t open my door to Dwighty-boy after hours – not when I could be screwing one of my wives, hell, maybe even two of ‘em – but he gave me a compelling piece of evidence. You see, someone opened the door and let my fucking puppy out.”

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shiveringray  asked:

For the Pairing+number drabble: ColdAtom+60, please?

“Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…”

Ray is pressed up against the bathroom wall, Len’s arm across his throat and murder in his eyes the likes Ray doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. Len’s joked about killing him before, about shooting him because he’s slowing them down, or treading on him while he’s miniaturised but Ray’s never thought he’d actually do it. 

Now though, he’s not so sure. 

“30 seconds, Raymond.” Len hisses.

“Can you stop pressing on my windpipe, it’s hard to…” 

“27 seconds.” Len pushes just a little harder to emphasise his point. 

“She kissed me!” Ray croaks, “I didn’t know she was your sister!”

It was an innocent mistake. The beautiful blonde at the bar, in the gold dress, twirling the umbrella from her green drink between her fingers. There was a creepy guy stood behind her, trying to talk her out of her pretty dress. Ray, always the white knight, had decided to go over and ask him to leave her alone. As soon as he’d approached, she’d stood up, greeted him with a hi honey, and kissed him full on the mouth.

Unfortunately, Leonard had just entered the hotel bar, and had seen nothing except his baby sister being macked on by his teammate. 

And now Ray has an arm pressed into his throat, and blazing blue eyes staring him down. They’re in the hotel bathroom, and Len has already scared away several men who’ve needed to use the facilities. 

Lisa is still at the bar, possibly in an attempt to avoid being charged as an accessory to murder. After greeting her big brother with a hug, during which Len had continued to glare daggers at Ray over her shoulder, Leonard had excused them, announcing he needed to talk to Ray. Lisa had huffed a cute laugh, and waved them off, telling them to have fun. This isn’t fun. 

Len has been silent for a long time, and Ray is pretty certain his 30 seconds are up. 

“Snart?” Ray croaks. 

Len grunts, a noise more suited to Mick than him, and steps away from Ray. Ray rubs at his throat, enjoys being able to breathe properly again for a long moment. 

“I am sorry.” He says, “If I’d had any idea…”

“Shut up.”

He crowds Ray up against the wall again, and this is it, he’s going to die at the hands of Leonard Snart and he’s never even had a chance to meet Tesla. He closes his eyes, and instead of a fist, he’s greeted with lips against his. 

This is unexpected. Pleasant, definitely pleasant, but very unexpected. 

No sooner than Len starts kissing him, he pulls away. Ray opens his eyes, slowly, a little dazed. He’s vaguely aware that he’s leaning to chase the kiss. 

Len jabs a finger into his chest, bringing him back to himself, “You’re my nerd.” 

Powered Armour

Fairies are on average smaller than Humans, and while their proportionate strength is better, they still end up being weaker thanks to the sheer size disparity. As usual, technology can compensate. Powered strength assist suits are still in experimental stages in Human hands, hamstrung by power requirements and range issues, but Fairy tech has managed to go beyond those problems. These suits come in different classes. 

  • Industrial suits are merely exoskeletons, designed to take weight far better than any unassisted organic. They can lift crates and materials and pull enormous loads in a warehouse or factory setting. They are generally unprotected, although some models come with plating to defend against accidents. They are an industry standard, built by several competing companies. Criminal elements have been known to attempt to modify industrial suits for their own use through the addition of improvised armour welded to their frames. 
  • Newer model LEP suits have a miniaturised version of the tech that only activates when necessary in order to save power and heat, making them part of the Semi-Powered class. When the suit detects that the operator is trying to lift a heavy load, it will automatically brace itself to take the strain. It can also be used to allow for much stronger blows in combat situations, or to absorb the force of attacks.
  • Heavier stuff can be found in the Riot Suppression/Battle suits, which are hulking devices that effectively make a LEP officer into a walking tank. They use modular weapons hardpoints to mount Neutrino blasters, missile launchers, particle beams, and mass accelerating Multi Munitions Launchers. These things are strong enough to kick cars around and are built to take punishment without batting an eye. Firebombs merely scorch the paint a little. Bullets bounce off or just get stuck. Energy rounds are absorbed. Riot suits are the equivalent of a mobile barricade, and one that can shoot back, no less. One battlesuit operator was able to take on a Troll in close quarters without using his weapons, due to them being damaged. This feat only served to elevate Butler’s takedown of a similar Troll in many officers’ eyes, as he had done it without augmented strength or modern armour. 
  • There are rumours of “Super Heavy Infantry” suits undergoing development and testing in the LEP’s secretive science wing. Alleged leaks describe these as being a cross between an armour suit and a walker. There has been no official response regarding such technology. 

Powered armour can move surprisingly fast, despite their sheer size. This is due to how they support their own weight while also moving quickly. If anything, someone wearing a suit could sprint for longer than someone without one. Battlesuits are often used as ‘pack mules’ for other officers, carrying excess gear with no signs of difficulty.

Wind Cathedral in Namib Desert!

The characteristic feature is the presence of sand dunes exhibiting a myriad range of colours from pink to orange. These dunes are not only vividly coloured but also monstrously high akin to miniaturised version of mountains, many of them being 200 meters tall. The highest one of them all is aptly named as the “Big Daddy”, standing at a height of 380 meters. These dunes have been formed over a period of a million years. They are believed to be 60-80 million years old and were formed by the Atlantic Ocean drifts that pushed the sands for eons. The sand dunes display a dynamic behaviour as in they constantly keep changing their contours and shapes due to the shifting of the wind. As a result we have:

•Transverse dunes which are long and linear formed by prevalent winds

•Star dunes which have multiple ridges formed by multi-directional winds

•Barchan dunes which are formed by uni-directional winds and which are also the most mobile of them all.

zarekthelordofthefries  asked:

For my broke ass, any good free tabletop RPGs that aren't FATE, SWN, or anything I could find via the Pathfinder SRD links to other games? (Also what's that cockroach game you mentioned?) ((Also also sorry if I already sent this ask, it got all weird the first time))

Free games for broke asses?

Blam: Pokéthulhu

It’s actually a fully functional - and highly playable - Pokémon RPG that swaps in miniaturised Cthulhu Mythos beasties in order to avoid copyright issues. The game is written from an alternative universe perspective in which Pokéthulhu is a real TV show, with fictionalised episode summaries standing for examples of play. And yes, the mascot at the top of the page is, in fact, a Pikathulhu.

You can grab a (totally legit) free copy here. There are some other free game products on the same page if you have some time to burn - both Encounter Critical (a parody of the infamously baroque self-published RPGs of the late 1970s) and Risus (a super-lightweight comedy game) are worth a look.

As for the cockroach game mentioned in a previous post, that would be The Shab-al-Hiri Roach. It’s a competitive game of campus politics in a New England university town, with the twist that there’s a hyper-intelligent telepathic cockroach from ancient Sumeria lurking about, and it might take over your mind. This is actually a player-level decision; characters who are possessed by the roach are more powerful, but you can’t actually win the game while you’re possessed, so getting roached is gambling immediate advantage against the possibility that you won’t be able to break the roach’s control in time to win.

(Also, the roach occasionally issues irresistible telepathic commands to possessed characters, though these commands are often random or ineffectual owing to the fact that it doesn’t understand modern human society. This mechanic is represented by a deck of cards written in ancient Sumerian - with English subtitles, of course.)

The game is unfortunately not available in PDF, so you’d be paying physical-book prices plus fairly hefty shipping to get your hands on a current version; however, the first playtest draft can be obtained for free via 1000 Monkeys, 1000 Typewriters.

Empty Spaces (I’m Less than I Was)

Alright, folks! Here it is! My longest complete fanfiction, and what I feel is some of my best writing. I am ridiculously, ecstatically proud of this project, and thrilled to be sharing it with you all.

Above is the Ao3 link, and below the read more is the beginning of the fic.

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anonymous asked:

I see. Glad to know. Headcanons on how does Ace, Law, Shanks and Mihawk react to their shy s/o linking their pinky finger with his (in private. No way they're do it in public)? They're too shy to hold hands and their sweaty hands doesn't help

Thank you for sending it again ! And sorry for the wait too


  • He’d jump a little bit, thinking he got his finger stuck somewhere but let out a “oh” and a chuckle as he see what you’re doing
  • He’s really happy and softly smile, moving his hand as if your two fingers were dancing
  • He is in a so good mood, he’s on a little cloud
  • It’s like he’s holding hands with you so he’ll you’ll move a lot but your fingers won’t unlock so fast
  • His fingers are quite thicc and really warm. It’s like a miniaturised pillow between your fingers


  • He’ll immediately react by putting his hand away from your touch. He didn’t know it was intentional
  • But he’ll quickly link back his finger with yours as he get what you were doing
  • He’s quite embarrassed about it too
  • He has quite thin and cold fingers. Yet the coldness is refreshing
  • It’s mostly you who hold his pinky. He feel a little too awkward about it so the touch is really light and easy to break


  • His surprised reaction is quite visible, he’ll look at your hand and then at you
  • He’ll smile really big and chuckle 
  • He’s really happy that you decided to be the one showing affection, he’ll make sure no one will annoy the both of you
  • He’ll sometimes stroke your hand
  • His fingers are warm and you can easily feel the his bones. It’s a good mix of soft and hard touch.
  • He seems to be tapping some music’s rythmes by squeezing your finger


  • He didn’t except that but he don’t mind it
  • What you’re doing is not bothering what he is doing so he don’t need to stop you
  • He’ll try to not move too much to not break the touch
  • Yet you can feel your finger being held surely. And you start thinking it would be a bad idea to stop it
  • His fingers are really long and thin (yaoi’s fingers) but surprisingly hot
  • Because of that, your hand start to sweat a little more

Another headcanon for @meldy-arts‘ future AU:

Mira gets a fang fighter as a birthday present from Fenn Rau as a late teen.  Being a dork at heart, she calls it the Starbird’s Talon (or just the Talon), and decorates it herself (with some help from Sabine, who heard “art” and came running). It’s usually docked to the Starbird, in case they need it.

Dawn and Rona couldn’t be restrained from tinkering with it (with the occasional help of some engineering friends Sabine has), although nowhere near to the extent of Dawn’s A-Wing!  Taking advantage of new advances in miniaturisation, they managed to make the guns and engines a bit more powerful and responsive.  This does eat up fuel though, if Mira overdoes it!  They also made the craft a tad more responsive by fiddling with the power distribution systems and some of the wiring - it’s barely noticeable, but Mira always thanks her sis when she makes a narrow escape!

Dawn likes to fly in all kinds of ships, while Mira feels safest in control of the Star or it’s Talon, since she practices a lot in them.  Fenn Rau claims her skill with a mandalorian ship shows she’s a mandalorian at heart.  

Mira’s usual job while flying this ship is to help protect the Starbird when it’s going after larger targets.  That the ship is her home adds extra pressure!