my own abilities

A super-powered version of the FAHC is an awful, unstoppable thing. Powered humans are rare, sure, but not unheard of; the Fake’s aren’t the only group out there defying reality in broad daylight. What makes them so remarkable, so formidable and distressingly hard to combat, is the way they use those powers. The way each member has taken their gift and twisted it, pulled and torn and stretched it to unforeseen territory, used their powers in ways no one else has even dreamed. Ways most could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Ryan might be the most obvious example, the clearest illustration of the perversion of abilities, power turned on its head and used against its intention. He’s inspired them all, one way or another, to push their powers to the limits, into shapes they don’t belong in, powerful and strange and noticeably tarnished. On anyone else Ryan’s gift would be one of healing, of hope and restoration, empathetic and inherently altruistic. Its not a power most would associate with a life of crime, outside perhaps a medic, definitely not one most would pick for a mercenary, for the infamously deadly Vagabond. Ryan though, he’s never been one to let a little thing like reason set him back, never felt constrained by expectation, and he wasn’t about to let his powers derail his goals. Ryan has taken the ability to heal and broken it down into stages, approached inexplicable magic like a scientist, methodically identifying how to extract the exact elements he was after. He has the power to heal, yes, but what can be healed may also decay, that which can be stitched back together may just as easily be disassembled; it is no more difficult to displace blood than it is to correctly route it. With a touch Ryan can stop hearts, can rend tissue and implode organs. He can push natural reactions into overdrive, can encourage minor ailments into unstoppable disease, convince various systems to shut down without exposure to extreme circumstance. The only limit is Ryan’s own bountiful creativity, and while it might not be what people expect from the Vagabond he wouldn’t swap his abilities for anything.

Jeremy can change his density at will. Becoming immensely dense has some obvious uses in their world; bullets literally bouncing off his skin and fists that can shatter bones with a single punch, but becoming unnaturally light has just as many applications. Jeremy can change his weight mid-jump to achieve inhuman distance, can fall from great heights without a parachute, can climb sheer walls and hold his entire body up on the tip of a finger. There is no weight Jeremy cannot lift, no wall or door that can keep him out, let alone cuffs or bars to contain him. If Jeremy does not want to move there is physically no way to make him, and if he sets his sights on destroying something little can be done to stop him.

Geoff can communicate telepathically. This comes in handy when getting a hold of his crew, so long as they are within his range he can speak to them comms or no, but they are not the only ones he can speak to. All it takes is some connection, long term emotional links allow for greater distance but as long as Geoff is looking at someone he can get into their mind. Can sneer at police officers, whisper threats to rivals, force unsuspecting strangers to have the most peculiar thoughts and terrify anyone who tries to stand in his way. While Geoff can only really scrape through the top level of someones mind, more emotion and direct thoughts than any deep secrets, it is no great difficulty to convince people that he sees a lot more. Let them feel him poking around, quote a few stray thoughts back at them and suddenly not only do his victims believe he sees all but they are much more likely to think loudly about the very things they hope he doesn’t notice. Geoff can push images as easily as word, useful when sharing a story but even more so as a form of torture; he can fill minds with his darkest thoughts, plague dreams with images from his nastiest nightmares, provide a personalised hell that is impossible to escape from.

Michael controls heat. It’s a power people tend to fear, think it synonymous with mastery over fire, imagine sparking fingers and raging infernos. Which, to be fair, isn’t wholly inaccurate, but is hardly the extent of Michael’s power. He can create fire sure, can raise the temperature to extremes in pinpointed locations to ignite a room, but he doesn’t need to. Michael can press heat straight into a body, can warm someone up or cook them from the inside out, can burn slowly or kill in an instant. His powers extend to objects too, he can melt metals, boil water, absorb and deflect heat, and set off explosives. While people don’t associate it with him the way the do fiery rage, what can go up can of course also go down. Michael can drop the temperature, can produce dangerous frost and sharp ice shards, freeze someone in water and induce frostbite with a simple touch. Michael is completely unbothered by extreme temperatures, can render himself undetectable on thermal imaging cameras and change the temperature of objects so suddenly they shatter. Even those who flee aren’t safe; careening into danger as roads are  suddenly coated in black ice or bubble and melt beneath flaming tires.

Ray can multiply himself, a series of duplicates capable of drawing fire and completing simple tasks. They were once mere mindless echoes of his actual self, near translucent and noticeably different if you looked closely enough, quickly giving birth to the term Ghost Ray when describing them. They didn’t stay that way though, Ray quietly practising and practising until they not only solidified but he could split his conciousness between them, could act as all bodies simultaneously and be in half a dozen places at once. It’s disconcerting, the way they all look real now. The way they all are Ray now, will fade away like they were never there when Ray lets them go, or when they die, but until then he can be in any and all of them at once. It bears thinking about, considering some die. Considering one stays. Considering the way Ray doesn’t like to talk about it, practises late at night and sends his selves off on private missions, laughs and deflects and fades away.

Jack can manipulate the wind; her jets are always boosted and her cars caught and righted before they can ever spin out, while any who pursue her find themselves shoved off the roads. She can deflect bullets, catch plummeting bodies and stir up various weather phenomena. As though this was not enough Jack’s power over the air allows her to create small vacuums, granting her the ability to suck oxygen from a room. To steal it right out of lungs, suffocating her opponents without lifting a finger to touch them. Alone she is more than dangerous, but Jack has always worked best with others. Her powers are particularly effective when combined with Michael or Jeremy; catching Jeremy up and hurling him like a canon ball and taking ice or flame and whirling them into deadly tornadoes. She can, just as effectively, force them all to calm down when things start getting out of hand; wind separating fights, extinguishing fires, airless pockets keeping anyone from storming away in a huff, and being sudden drenched by rain provides a wholly undignified end to any petty squabbles.

Gavin’s power is all about luck. It’s not the most exciting power at first glance; he can see probabilities, split-second calculations that manifest in inexplicable feelings, knowing just when to duck, when to take a detour, when to blow off a meeting and stay home instead. It’s not a power most people would associate with violent crime, rather imagine lotto winnings and effortless celebrity, but most people aren’t Gavin. It was simple intuition at first; shoot now, trust him, buy the ticket, check your phone. But Gavin, being Gavin, pressed for more. Worked out how to manipulate his own luck instead of relying on chance, concentrating on what he wants so his powers bend around him, gift evolving from simple suggestions into something else all together. When Gavin assures himself that all he needs in the world is to shoot his way out of a situation there is no way he will be unlucky enough have a gun run empty, when he needs to make a purchase he will never have the misfortune of running out of money, when he settles himself as the frontman of the FAHC none will be lucky enough to resist his charms. Now that he knows how to push, the limits of Gavin’s power are completely unknown – the least visibly impressive and yet the possibilities are as astounding as they are impossible. He needed a worthy crew, so he found one; they desired power, so they got it; it would be unlucky to die, so they don’t.


tv meme: nine female characters » cj cregg [5/9]

“You know what? I’ve spent the last 14 hours being snickered at by United States Senators, being ostracized on the World Wide Web, having my own colleagues question my ability to do my job, and I let it get to me. So, I don’t think it really matters whether I’m gay or straight or just the best damn women’s basketball player in Ohio Valley history, no one should be treated this way.”

i don’t know. 
there’s just something funny about the way we were always drawn to each other, even in the end. you became cold like i’d always been and this time i was the one unable to delete a number or stop sending so many goddamn emails.
losing: it was easy with everyone else. the thing is, i loved you, and ive only ever been able to practice the kind of dangerous, unconditional love that people say just aint there anymore. i didnt realize that you would never have it in you to stand anywhere but behind me. never in front. never beside. i understand now: this was always how it was going to end.
—  you never loved anyone enough to take a bullet for them but i was wondering if the reason you stayed for so long was that you knew i wouldn’t move if i saw one coming

Welcome to the new and improved website for Voltron Cafe!

We here at the cafe are always looking for new ways to serve our loyal Masters and Missis in any way that we can. So it is with great pleasure that we open up to you this blog where you can talk to your favorite Butlers that work here, as well as obtain news about promotions yet to come!

We hope you will enjoy!

-Miss Allura

Words from the author.

So I was going to do a Q and A on the fic Voltron Cafe Which Is already about ten chapters in, so just over half way through. You can ask as a reader ( someone who knows what is going on within the personal lives ) Or in character as a customer visiting the cafe. ( You can ask me questions too!)

This is my way of having fun with the universe and challenging my own ability as an artist. I’ll try to keep this blog running as long as the fic is updating and even after if there is still any interest to be had. Not sure if there is interest to start. I am also a teacher and working on other projects. I’m not really sure how well this will pick up, to be honest. Feel free to visit my main art blog too!

A brief example of white privilege:

If I, an Indian girl in America, mispronounce a white name, I will face mockery and scorn for my “substandard intelligence” which ***cLeArLy*** stems from my immigrant background. I will be consumed by shame as I constantly recall that moment when the wrong syllable was stressed or the right letters came out in the wrong sequence. My error may be met with laughter or with annoyance; either way, my only option is to fix my tongue and fix it FAST. I am suddenly blind to my own abilities: if I couldn’t even say the name “Leighton” correctly, does anything else matter???? Who cares how qualified a person of color is when they can’t even say a damn name?!?!

On the other hand, a white person can listen to me introduce myself gently, articulately, and painstakingly, yet *still* decide my name just isn’t worth the effort. They watch me waste my breath as I repeat my name in varying speeds and mentally implore them to try again for my sake. Then come the anglicized nicknames, the insensitive jokes, the dismissive hand gestures, and the utter disregard for one of the greatest elements of a person’s identity.

I am left feeling cheated and defeated.

White privilege is being able to erase the beauty, significance, and legacy of another human being’s name simply because you’re too lazy to teach your tongue something new.

Types of Satanism
  • LaVeyan Satanism: I am Satan. I am my own god and believe in myself. I believe in my own abilities and power and don't need any spiritual being helping me.
  • Theistic Satanism: Satan is a real entity. I belive in him as Christains do in their Jesus. I am loyal to Satan and will take every challange he gives me. *Some of us believe only in Satan while others believe in both our Satan and the Christain God.
  • Devil Worshippers: I worship everything I find to be evil. I will sacrifice anything or indulge in crimes for Satan, who I belive is the Devil and symbol of evil himself.
  • Luciferianism: I believe in Lucifer. Lucifer is an enlightened and spiritual being, more peacful than Satan. I believe that the world is devided into light and darkness.
  • Demonolators: I believe in and honor actual demons rather than Satan. Thanks to rituals or meditation I can contact demons and ask for their assistance when I need it.
  • Duotheism: I believe that Satan isn't a god, but rather the bible based being who has rebelled against the Creator and forcefully tried to take his throne.
  • Ecletic Satanism: I am none of the above. I have different beliefs from two or more religions and combine them. I have my own non-specific religion.
  • There might be a few other, more specific, types of Satanism I haven't covered. I also might have made mistakes on these so feel free to correct or add on! I did not include Satin Satanism since I couldn't find much information about it, and from what I'm hearing it isn't really a form of Satanism.

Whenever people tell me about my… presence here on tumblr, they almost overwhelmingly bring up this decades old drawing, which, yeah, I love trans Dave too, but for the love of god, take this new version instead.

I see God everywhere. In my mother’s patience and ability to forgive, in my husband’s smile, in my sister’s surviving cancer five times over, in my own ability to love. I see Him in the mountains, in the way the clouds kiss the trees in the morning, in the way the sky changes colors as the sun and moon dance around one another and take their places up above. He is everywhere, and He is magnificent, and He is grace, and He is love, and I am in awe, constantly in awe, of Him and His creation. 

Just a reminder: When Lydia finally opened her eyes it was Stiles who she saw first. Stiles, the one who had tears in his eyes and could finally breath again because the girl he loves finally woke up.

You know I’ve been thinking a lot about the distinction of secular witchcraft and religious witchcraft. 

Does a religion require a deity? 

Because I consider my self to be a non-religious secular witch, as many like me do because I don’t believe in a deity. 

But what about the entire belief system involved in witchcraft? Because it is* a belief system, that follows a set of rules and has causes and effects. 

My belief in energies is that, a belief. 

My belief in my own ability to manipulate and control energies is also that, a belief. 

So does that mean it’s a religion? 

I’ve heard it described as many different things. A craft, a practice, an art.

I realize it’s personal and I can define it how ever I would like. But I’m just putting out some small questions I’ve had, about what defines a religion within something as vast and wide reaching as witchcraft. 


‘‘I was just having a really depressed time in my life where I wasn’t able to see my own ability or my own talent. And when you lose grasp of those sorts of things, you can just spiral. But you know, to the world ‘quitting music’ means one thing and to me it mean another. I meant giving up putting out music, as opposed to just doing it for myself, which is what makes me really and truly happy.‘’

Lady Gaga on quitting music after ARTPOP

do you ever like get a paper back after it’s been graded and you read over it like weeks after you wrote it and you’re like …..this is the biggest steaming mountain of bullshit…. ever… like i’m honestly stunned at my own ability to fake it. and the professor just eats it up. toss a couple “howevers” and “therefores” in there and they’re like yeah you’ve got a point. NO I DONT THERES NO POINT IN ANY ONE OF THESE 8 PAGES ITS ALL CRAP. i’m crying

First Dance - Sherlock x Reader

Originally posted by imaginesherlock

Sherlock tries to teach you how to dance before John and Mary’s wedding day. 

“Sherlock, I don’t see why we need to practise”

“Because John and Mary are getting married and like it or not y/n there will be dancing, I’m confident in my own abilities but yours, I don’t know.”

You scoff, throw your hands up in the air and begin to walk out of the lounge. Sherlock anticipates your movements and dives in front of the door before you reach it.

“I don’t think so y/n.” He puts both hands on your shoulders and pushes you into the center. He’s already cleared the chairs away to the edge of the room so you have plenty of space. He goes over to his iPod but before he begins to play you say “ if you have to teach a dance to me I get to teach you one too.”

You see Sherlock consider this for a second before he says “fine.”

He begins the song, a slow classical number which you’ve heard him play before but it’s not his own composition. He puts one hand on your waist and takes your hand.

“Just follow me” he says in that velvet tone of voice you find so irresistible.

He leads you around the flat, rising and falling, giving you a little spin every now and again once you’ve got used to the steps, you only have to look down at your feet a handful of times.

When the music was finishing Sherlock spun you out and pulled you in towards him. Your lips met and you kissed deeply. Breathless you pull apart and say “now Mr Holmes, it’s my turn to teach you”

“y/n” he groans.

“No, you promised!” You shout as you dash into his bedroom to retrieve your iPod from your bag, once found you make your way back into the lounge, unplug Sherlock’s iPod and put yours in.

You have a mischievous grin on your face as you select your desired song.

“It’s very easy Sherlock the actions are in the lyrics so you just have to follow me.”

“Then why do I have to learn it then?”

“Indulge me darling” you say, hitting play.

“Let’s do the time warp again!” the song says. Sherlock gives you a look of disgust but you pout at him and give him your famous puppy dog eyes that you know he can’t resist.

“It’s just a jump to the left” you sing and jump, Sherlock reluctantly follows”

“And then a step to the right”

That’s the story of when Mrs Hudson saw Sherlock Holmes dance the Time Warp.  


Preparations start at the beginning of the Advent calendar, but the real celebrations begin on December 6th, St. Nicholas Day.

On the night of 5th December (St. Nicholas Eve) kids put their shoes outside the door for the spirit of St. Nicholas, who goes from house to house to place treats in the shoes of all good kids and twigs in the shoes of all naughty kids.

My brothers would sometimes replace my treats with twigs just to mess with me. Good times.

Anyway, the Christmas tree is decorated on Christmas Eve prior to evening feast and gifts are opened on Christmas Day.

Check out the gift I painted for Ludwig!

((lutz’s artistic origins))


So, i did this Don’t Starve introduction with my own characters… With their abilities and stuff…trying to keep the DS/Tim Burtonish art style.
Plz help me, this game is ruining my life XD (in a positive way)

It was fun tho. Lots of fun!

Sorry for bad english, mistakes and all that.

anonymous asked:

I love reading fanfics but there's a time when I just like wtf? "how can they be from that wall and.. what's with the position??" like, dude I problem with imagining things and also that "low growl in John's throat" I can't help but imagine a dog growling for food. help me.

This happens to me too oh my god. Sometimes the descriptions of positions confuse me so much and I just stop my effort at picturing them lmao. and sometimes descriptions are kinda weird. I am not shaming the writers. i am shaming my own ability xD