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Hanzo;

※ Hanzo was never sure how his dragons would react to you. They were fierce, loyal, and protective creatures that lived to serve their master(s). He feared that they’d deem you unworthy to be in their presence.

※ It happened when you two were alone, meditating. He was in his usual kneeling position on a soft cushion, his hands resting on his thighs as he relaxed, while you were in the simple Bermese pose.

※ Neither of you knew why it happened but you noticed a shift in the atmosphere and snapped your eyes open. It was a startling feeling, but not a bad one. It was more of a surprise. Your eyes had went to Hanzo to see his arm glowing the bright blue it does when he summons his dragons.

※ That was your first and only warning before two dragons spiraled out of the male and twirled with each other in the air until they were high enough above you both, looking down. They stayed intertwined with each other while they floated aimlessly in the air. They seemed like they were waiting for you to say something.

※ A soft, wonderous, “Oh.” Was all that left your parted lips as you stared at the creatures in amazement. Sure, you’ve seen them on the battlefield but it was always for a split second. Seeing them somewhat up close made them look more majestic and beautiful. You could see the faint blue scales that reflected the lights from the room and their cat-fish like whiskers.

※ As much as you had wanted to shake Hanzo out of his daze you kept him still as you slowly got up to a standing position.

※ The dragons, old and wise looking, were swift to descend down from above and towards you. They seemed curious yet all-knowing. They knew who you were, they’re always aware, and they wanted to personally meet you. The two being never understood why their master was so…hesitant to let them talk.

※ It didn’t take long until the dragons were just above you, staring down, and glossing you over.

※ When they plopped themselves on the ground next to you, careful not to disturb their master, and nudged your hand onto the bridge of their nose did you notice that these dragons weren’t as fierce as they seemed to be.

※ You tried to keep your laughs down, you really did, but their whispers were so ticklish. And when they’d stick their tongues out slightly? You really hand to hold in the childish laughter that bubbled in you.

※ Sadly, your non-relaxed state had broken Hanzo from his meditation, much to his displeasure, and he turned to face you.

※ To say he was surprised would be an understatement. He was shocked, in disbelief, he couldn’t believe his eyes! There you were, giggling to yourself, as his dragons continues to stick their tongues out playfully at you. His dragons. His fierce, loyal, protective dragons, were playing with you.

※ He didn’t disturb you three as you all played. He did feel a rush of relief wash over him as he wondered why he was worried to begin with? He loves you, so it’s only natural that his dragons love you too.


Genji;

※ When Genji would need his sword(s) to be sharpened, repaired, etc., he would always go to you. Hell, he’d even go to you if his armor was messing up or needed a polishing. It was your specialty after all!

※ He never stayed around when you would be working. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be there, he does, but he knows how you love the quiet when you work. “It helps me concentrate!” You told him.

※ When you’d be working he’d be with Zenyatta, meditating or just talking. The conversations linger from him reminiscing about the past, him talking about his day/week, or him talking about you. He always tried to not bring you up into every topic but he couldn’t help himself… Zenyatta was okay with it, though, since he knew about Genji’s play-boy past and how “true-love” was never his thing back then. Him having it now meant that he was growing, and Zenyatta was proud.

※ Now, when you said that you liked the quiet it wasn’t a total lie. You did enjoy it but there was something you enjoyed more. What is it? Well, it’s his dragon of course!

※ The lanky green creature first appeared when you were fixing Genji’s sword for the fifth time in the span of three months. How he manages to bend or break the hilt that many times? You’ll never know. What you did know, though, was that this creature was a lot less terrifying than when it’s on the battlefield.

※ The dragon loved to curl up around your neck like a snake and relax there and, sometimes, you swear you could hear it snoring. It never bothered you but you weren’t sure how Genji would feel with his dragon being so affectionate and open with you.

※ These were delicate, and sacred, creatures that shouldn’t be taken lightly, you knew this but…how can you resist playing with it when it playfully bites your hands to get your attention?

※ Don’t tell anyone but you actually bought a few cat toys for when Genji lends you his sword.

※ Genji only found out when he dropped his sword off and left for, maybe, four minutes until he realized that he forgot to give you his smaller one. He went back over to your little makeshift workshop and walked in on you holding a mouse toy, that was connected to the stick you were holding by a string, above his dragon.

※ He watched in amusement as you quickly turned to look towards him, a bit embarrassed about being caught red handed, while his dragon continued to hover a few inches above the ground before slithering in the air towards the toy, successfully biting onto it this time.

※ While you were at a moments loss Genji strode over to you with an teasing tone to his voice, “Is this why you wanted me to leave the room?”

※ In the end he wasn’t mad, of course not, and joined you in playing with his dragon. It was a great bonding experience for you three.

rushman2-0  asked:

Hey mom, I know you're not taking prompts right now and I totally get if you can't bc you always come first (never forget that) but I'm having a really rough night and I was wondering if you could write something for Alex having OCD and needing to control things and she's pretty good at knowing herself (she'd have to be) but sometimes she can't and she throws herself into work and training bc theyre the things she can control and Maggie pulls her out of it? idk if that makes any sense sorry ily

She’s generally got it under control.

It’s generally not something that gets visible to anyone else.

J’onn knows. Of course J’onn knows. And Kara knows. Of course Kara knows.

They help, when it gets overwhelming.

When her thoughts spiral and won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, when she needs to have everything in the lab just so because it won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, when she needs to get out of the apartment and get into work because she knows what will happen if she stays. Which is how Eliza knows.

She wishes Eliza didn’t know.

That never helps. Eliza never helps.

Eliza makes her cycles stronger.

It won’t stop.

Now? Now, it’s Maggie. Now, it’s Maggie, because she’ll find out that Alex isn’t cool and badass and calm and kickass. She’ll find out that Alex is a complete wreck inside. She’ll find out and she’ll leave and Alex will break and she needs to be in the lab. She needs to be training new recruits.

She’s good at those things.

She’s good at those things.

She’s good at those things.

J’onn sighs when he sees her – feels her, really – slip back into the DEO after two long shifts that most certainly mean she should be home sleeping and eating ice cream and resting, not coming back for more.

He tries to make a habit of never deliberately dipping into her or anyone’s thoughts, but strong, powerful surface thoughts always leave impressions in his mind.

So he sighs, because he knows, and smiles softly, because he’s proud. Because somewhere in Alex’s struggle right now, she remembers that she copes better when she doesn’t close herself off, alone. And she’s doing what’s best for herself by dragging herself here.

He will never stop being proud of his eldest Earth daughter.

And he’s hardly surprised when his newest daughter shows up with a bewildered, concerned look on her face a few minutes later.

“Hey J’onn, I’m sorry, is Alex here? I thought she’d be home, I know she just got off some really long shifts, but she’s not picking up her phone, and – “

He puts his hand on Maggie’s shoulder and leads her to one of the sparring rooms without a word.

“She’s not feeling so great, is she?” Maggie asks, and J’onn glances down at her, curious and impressed.

“I may be new, but I know her,” Maggie answers his unspoken question, and his eyes smile down at her.

“She’s not feeling so great, no,” J’onn confirms softly as they stop in the entryway of a room identical to the green room except lacking in Kryptonite-emitters. She’s got some new recruits lined up and she’s teaching them a new set of moves, and damn, is she good at it.

She’s good at it.

Excellent.

A demanding but thorough teacher. A ruthless, smart fighter.

Excellent.

She can’t control her mind, maybe, but dammit, she can control the way her body wraps around a new recruit’s and shows him how to throw her down. She can land perfectly, and call attention to the way that she let herself fall without breaking any bones, so the rookies can learn how to both throw down and be thrown down most effectively. She can flip herself off of her back and back onto her feet without using her hands, because she can control her strong, how agile, how useful, her body is.

Maggie watches her with a tilted head and soft eyes, and she sees the battle raging in Alex’s, and she knows that she’s in love.

J’onn can feel it radiating off of her, and he smiles.

“I’ll leave Agent Danvers in your very capable hands,” he says, because Alex’s family is growing and he couldn’t be happier. Even if it added another child for him to worry over. It was worth it.

“Hey Danvers, you about done beating up the newbies?” Maggie calls, and Alex stiffens, and the rookies grin.

“Oh come on, it’s just training, once we finish basic, we can take her,” Yve calls, and Alex scoffs.

“Doubt that, Butler,” she parries, but stiffens and dismisses them to practice on each other in a different room nonetheless.

Maggie squeezes Yve’s hand on the way out, and Alex has barely-controlled terror in her eyes.

“I’ve got to go join them, supervise their session,” she tells Maggie quickly, efficiently.

Maggie nods softly. “You can do that if you need to, babe, but I think you need some sleep.”

Alex gulps and her breathing starts to get ragged, her heartrate starts to skyrocket. “Can’t sleep.”

Maggie is quiet for a long, long, long moment, and then, “Thoughts spiralling, Danvers?”

Alex blinks rapidly and swallows and fights the instinct to run. “How – “

“I know you, Alex. Here babe.” She puts her hand on Alex’s chest. “Breathe out into my hand, okay? Just breathe into my hand. Just breathe into my hand.”

Alex glares for a long, panicked moment before closing her eyes and conceding. Her coiled muscles relax somewhat in a few breaths, and Maggie strokes her cheek softly. “Come home with me, Ally. You need to rest.”

Alex tenses again.

“Breathe into my hand,” Maggie repeats, and Alex does.

“I have to…” She splutters, at a loss for explaining, and thinking, hoping, from the kind, patient, affectionate look on Maggie’s face that maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t have to.

“I know. I know. What if I promise not to leave your side until it gets quieter in there? Hm?”

“And then you’ll leave?”

“Would you want me to?”

Alex shakes her head fearfully.

“Then no, I’d stay to celebrate the quiet with you.”

“Why are you – “

“Because I love you, Danvers. Because you’re amazing and you’re allowed to feel what you feel and be supported every step of the way. Okay?”

Alex quirks her lips to the side and Maggie nearly swoons.

“You’re the best.”

“I certainly hope so, because the best is exactly what you deserve.”

Good God the part of this SU episode that hit me the most was how they used Garnet as a visual aid for the kids’ trauma.

Sapphire and Ruby didn’t get specific fears or thoughts, even if that would’ve been very easy to include. Instead, they got imagery that very clearly focused on their reactions and the consequences of flawed coping mechanisms. Ruby is prone to self-destructive hyperfocus on one thought, completely incapable of moving past it. Sapphire is “calm and collected” because she lets thoughts pile up until she completely overloads and shuts down.

With the mechanics of each coping flaw well-established, Ruby settles next to Connie, passing that imagery on to her. Connie was obsessing over the fact that she went into automatic panic mode and attacked that kid (understandably so). She’s scared of herself, and Ruby was there to show how heavily a single worry can weigh on someone so one-track-minded–to the point of both being blind to their partner’s distress.

Sapphire settles next to Steven. The one who’s always okay and always ready to go until he can’t push it aside any longer and completely shuts down. He didn’t even react to their falling to the presumed death. We saw Sapphire’s breakdown with the visual metaphor of that maelstrom of thoughts spiraling in on her like vultures. Now we have a sense of magnitude for what’s weighing on Steven, and how many things he’s been holding back because he doesn’t want to confront them.

Connie’s ready to tear herself apart over one butterfly. Steven didn’t acknowledge the butterflies as they showed up because if he faced one he’d have to face them all, which is far too much.

Garnet was and always is great every time I see her, but wow what a brilliant and gut-wrenching way to show how much these kids need help.

anonymous asked:

I really don't mean to start anything so I'm sorry In advance. I understand that you love reign and all but saying that he's a good person is kind of.... Delusional in a way. Ignoring Reigens bad side is something the fandom just loves to do. He is a felon and committed some serious crimes, used a child for money, lies to costumers and so on. He is not that good???? I don't get it???? It's pretty I easy to prove that he's kind of an ass. Like he did okay things at times but.... Come on everyone

Woah, hold the fuck up anon. YOU COME INTO MY HOUSE?

WITH THIS?

“ I really don’t mean to start anything so I’m sorry In advance.”

Too late. YOU STARTED THIS.  ((LONG POST INCOMING ))

“ He is a felon and committed some serious crimes, used a child for money, lies to costumers  and so on. “

Uh.

So, Mob goes to Reigen, thinking he’s a psychic, looking for someone to help him with his powers, right. Reigen, clearly was skeptical about it, but he never denies Mob, and he lets Mob come to him everyday.

“Oh he’s just using Mob!”

Ah yes, I haven’t this a million times before. 

Okay. Look you. Reigen could have easily turned Mob away, but he doesn’t, so Mob ends up working for him. Mob ends up learning from Reigen “Never use your powers on people”, “Just try to be a good person”, “Psychic Powers don’t make you special”, “You’re the protagonist of your own life” you can see where I’m going. He ends up really helping Mob, instilling in him this kind of advice, acting like a moral compass of sorts, a guide so to speak.

Now I bet your thinking something like: “Oh well Reigen just told him that so he could use him!”

And I got to call you out for being so absolutely dismissive. 

And I’m not touching the whole “Reigen doesn’t care for Mob!” thing again. *cough* Gratitude *cough* *wheezes* when he calls for Mob immediately in the tunnel with the ghosts in the first episode* wheezes*

I think I need my inhaler

Anyways.

Reigen still pays Mob, yeah 300 yen isn’t much, but Reigen still takes Mob out to eat, he even bought him a cell phone? Also Reigen’s prices are the cheapest in town, and he’s been shown to barter for his services; like when they helped the farmer, and he asked for a share of the crop instead of money.

Where I’m going with this is that Reigen isn’t filthy rich, he’s actually pretty strapped for cash, but he still pays Mob. But he’s just using him after all.

lies to costumers

People go to Reigen, looking for help, as some spirit has afflicted them. Most of the time though, that spirit on their shoulder is actually just a stiff shoulder. So Reigen gives them a massage. The times it’s actually the work on a spirit, is when he calls in Mob to help. At the end of the day, Reigen still helps his customers, and gives them peace of mind.

Were they misled? Sure, you can say that. But they still end up leaving happy and content, except for very few occasions, like the one guy who wanted Reigen to curse a man, and the group of college kids who wanted the ghost family exorcised.

“ It’s pretty I easy to prove that he’s kind of an ass. “

Yeah he certainly is at times, I won’t deny that, but he ends up suffering for it. And boy does he suffer it for, hello Separation Arc. Just read chapters 68-73. Reigen ends up saying some pretty bad things to Mob,causing Mob to stop showing up for work, and there’s a whole downward spiral for Reigen. People always mention how much SUFFERING the Mogami arc is.

While the Mogami Arc broke my heart, hurt my soul, The Seperation Arc came right after and absolutely shattered me into a million pieces.

Now, let’s go back to the time Mob first met Reigen. The flashback in the anime shows Mob’s point of view, when that flashback actually occurs later on and it’s from Reigen’s point of view.

Reigen’s pretty unsatisfied, he was going to close up shop, probably move somewhere else and start a new job, as he had done previous times before.

But then Mob shows up, changes all of that.

“You’ve Grown Up”

So yes, we have Reigen coming to a realization about his relationship with Mob, as he’s being dragged and publicly lynched.

Now, let me raise another point, cause clearly Reigen’s a bad person.

HEY LOOK AT THIS?

We have Mob, not only saying he always knew Reigen didn’t have powers, he also knows that REIGEN IS A GOOD PERSON. 

I’m not saying it, Mob is.

Yes, Reigen does do questionable things, but that does not mean he is not a good person! He is flawed and complex, but an incredibly REAL character. He’s not some LAWFUL GOOD goody two-shoes piece of cardboard character who is as bland as stale bread, and absolutely FAR from being perfect, but that is what makes him so good and great. 

NOW.

How about the fact that Mob has known for a good 3-4 years that Reigen never actually had powers, but still practically used him and had Reigen keep putting on the psychic charade for Mob’s sake for his own benefit? 

Points for Moana Being Slytherin
  • sneaking away from her parents and other villagers to try and get onto the ocean
  • ambition to follow her heart, leave her “safe” island, do everything they said she couldn’t 
  • deep, fierce love, respect, and desire to protect those she considers hers (fuck mankind, she’s protecting HER island) 
  • “ever defeat a lava monster?” “no…have you?” 
  • “you’re no one’s hero. BUT…save the world? you’d be EVERYONE’S hero.”
  • “Maui, Maui, you’re so amaaazing”
  • deals! 
  • “if you can talk, you can teach” 
  • “told you I could do it!” 
  • understanding physical fitness is important; appearances matter and so does self-preservation…physical fitness helps both these things (statue vaulting, rock climbing, fixing rafters, et cetera)
  • punches Maui and then points out she was the one that found the hook first
  • “wow. a shiny, glittery cave. and just like me. it is covered in sparkly treasure. sparkle, sparkle…sparkle”
  • “I bet you get along great
  • false flattery straight in the face of “the crab who became a legend!”
  • covered a barnacle with bioluminescent algae as a diversion
  • doesn’t straight up tell Maui about his shark-head (maybe to spare his feelings but probably because it was amusing if her stifled laughing was any indication)
  • keeps digging into Maui’s tattoos to get the answers she wants/needs despite realizing it’s tough on him
  • pushes Maui past his breaking point emotionally because she knows it’ll help him (“I want to help but I can’t if you don’t let me”) because Maui is her’s now and she takes care of what’s her’s even when they fight her kicking and screaming
  • “the gods aren’t the ones who make you Maui…you are”
  • self-doubt & insecurity is very Slytherin…they and everyone around them hold them to incredibly high standards
  • determination + ambition + intelligence = fast learner (of things such as wayfinding)
  • “probably should have saved it for Te Fiti" 
  • constant vigilance + quick thinking = strategy (“finding you a better way in”)
  • “I thought…I could make it” (sometimes Slytherins are too proud, too sure of themselves…)
  • “we’re only here because you stole the heart in the first place!” (Slytherins lash out with sharp words designed to hurt, at times more aware of the wounds in the people they care about than their own weaknesses)
  • “I never should have put so much on your shoulders” (please remember how young Moana is, the responsibility and expectations she’s been saddled with and her determination to push through it, to prove herself)
  • “I am the daughter of the village chief, we are descended from voyagers” (pride in one’s lineage)
  • “the call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me” (a fancy way of saying ambition, huh?)
  • making sure Hei Hei is safe before the showdown (don’t forget Slytherin’s protect those they consider their’s)
  • the look Moana shoots Te Ka after she tricks the lava monster with the rock&smoke combo
  • surprise when Maui comes back (Slytherins have a reputation for tending to look out for themselves for a reason, right?)
  • pretty much immediate understanding that Te Ka is Te Fiti after receiving the two crucial missing pieces of information (Te Fiti is gone from her resting place & there'a a spiral on Te Ka’s chest)
  • shows no fear when faced with a terrifying lava monster barreling down on her (show no fear to those outside your House because they /will/ use it against you)
  • bows to Te Fiti, her goddess (true Slytherin ideals at work)
  • “I may have gone a little ways past the reef” (oh you don’t say?!? sassy little shit, I love her)
  • fucking puts a goddamn shell on the pile of rocks “raising the island higher,” effectively keeping any returning/future chiefs from continuing the tradition and placing their own stone on the pile because she put a BREAKABLE OBJECT ON TOP OF THE PILE (I understand it’s a message, a symbol but COME ON SERIOUSLY?!? that’s fucking Slytherin and you know it)
  • becomes an outstanding leader, a symbol for her people…a true Chief, a true Wayfinder, an excellent Slytherin

anonymous asked:

Hi ;w; I'm a bit shy but I really, really love your stories! You're so talented! I have a prompt, if you'd like to write it >< What if Sonic tells a chao his feelings for Amy? And then Amy overhears? I could do with lots of Sonamy fluff >< Thank you for reading!

AWWW I LOVE IT :3 it’s AU, but I’ll do my best!!!

(x) Isn’t that cute? lol, I always wanted to do a ‘Sonic Chao Garden’ Oneshot one of these days~ =w= And don’t feel shy! I love you lots and lots! :D thanks for the ask!

Prompt:

Sonic sat in the Chao Garden, relaxing in a tree as it swayed slightly in the pleasant wind of the hero garden.

However…

“Haa!” A chao swung a fist and hit another down, as they started a karate battle that made Sonic twitch his eyes as he slept, blinking them open from his little, lovely nap and look down at the two.

“Woah!” he sat up and looked down, seeing the fight going on and jumping down, spin dashing between the two as they went flying, showing little spirals on their heads of discomfort.

“Hey, what gives?” Sonic got up, putting his hands to his hip and leaning down at the two chao, “I thought this place was suppose to be heavenly?”

The chao that got up was his own, looking pretty upset, as the other chao was Amy’s, looking about to cry before throwing a tantrum and running off.

“H-huh?” Sonic hadn’t noticed the two chao but grew concerned when he realized that the one who threw a punch was…

“Rosy..?” Amy named her chao after her name, as Sonic had named his-

“Speed!” he turned, anger filling his eyes as he walked over to him, and bent down on one knee beside him. “What are you doing? Why did Rosy hit you away like that?”

He rubbed his little bulbish head and spat out at Sonic, folding his pudgy arms the best he could and then looking away.

“Wha? Grr…” Sonic pulled back a frown, showing his teeth before picking the chao up.

“You’re in timeout, buddy!”

The chao squirmed, being held by it’s head wasn’t at all pleasant, and being tossed lightly to the ground made him stumble back, falling on his face as he jumped up and flailed his arms around aggressively.

Sonic sat down now, lifting a leg up and sighing, before looking back to discipline his chao. “Now, what on earth did you do to deserve that?”

Speed turned to his caretaker, and then looked away, seeming troubled before pacing back and forth, talking in his baby-chao talk as Sonic sweatdropped, unable to comprehend.

“H-hey, now… How about we try some charades?” he smiled, lifting an eyebrow up in hopes that may help.

Speed looked up, a bit annoyed but he listened and started acting out the scene.

Apparently… Speed had seen Rosy swimming with another chao, and wanted her attention. He tried to call at first, but she didn’t hear him, so next he just gave up and walked away….

Only to come back and throw a pebble at her, having it hit her head and her whine as she came out of the little lake.

To him, it was a lake, anyway.

Speed smiled mischievously down to her after she flopped on land, and wanted her to chase after him.

Being upset by his actions, she at first swiped her head away, ignoring him and walking off.

Upset he was being ignored, he tried to appease her with fruit, but she threw it back at him.

Then a flower, trying to be charming as a heart formed on his little floating ball above his head, but she plucked a petal off and smushed it against his head, rubbing it in his face that she was still upset.

That was the last straw for speed, having grown extremely anger, he yelled at her, making her feelings get hurt as her little ball showed a breaking heart, and then she hit him away, before Sonic spin-dashed into the two when she came to deal more hits on him, and he went to defend himself.

“..Huh, so that’s what happened.” Sonic put a hand up to grip his chin, thinking… “What made you want her attention so badly, little buddy?”

Speed looked down, before seeming ashamed as he covered his face and pointed to another chao.

The other chao was drawing with Rosy, the two humming with closed eyes and bouncing their heads to the tune, looking like great friends.

He lowered his little hand and turned away from them, seeming maybe… jealous?

“Ah, the new guy.” Sonic folded his arms, smiling with a look of slight pity for his chao as he turned to address him again. “You’ve seen Amy come in here and dote to much on me. That doesn’t mean Rosy has to have the same personality, Speed.”

Speed looked up, pouting.

“Haha! Let me tell you somethin’ about Amy…”

He glared.

“Erk… o-okay, something about ME then.. When it comes to Amy…” He scratched behind his head, “Well… she’s her own kind of… thing. You have to let her do what she wants or she’ll never want to hang out with you, Little buddy… Look.” he bent down more to lay on his stomach, holding his hands out to his chao.

“Girls, especially like Amy, don’t like it when you force their attention. I’ll admit…sometimes…” he rolled his eyes away, “Okay, granted, very rare times…” Sonic looked back to his chao, “I want Amy’s attention too.”

A figure suddenly moved away from the entrance, gripping her chest where her heart was beating fast….

“Sometimes… even I- U…uhm..” he looked down, not sure how to vocalize this, but his Chao was staring intently at him, before walking up and placing his hands on his own, showing him that he wanted to know.

Sonic sweat dropped, but sighed, feeling obligated now to finish his sentence. “To get what I want, I have to sometimes do what Amy wants.” he admitted, and then smiled. “Sometimes it’s really boring, but when I put the effort in, she notices and she gives back, putting the effort into what I like so that we’re both happy.”

The chao tilted his head.

“Look, you don’t like to swim right? I never did care to level you up in that.” he snickered to himself, before pointing back to Rosy. “But you like to draw, right? You’re not perfect at it, but you can. So why not join them?”

The chao made a face.

“Come on, if you don’t give a little of yourself to Rosy, she’ll never give you any of herself. And you want to spend time racing away from her right? Good exercise?”

The Chao nodded.

He moved his face closer to Speeds, “… You like seeing her run after you? It’s fun, right?”

The Chao grinned, nodding even more.

“Then you have to make sure she’s smiling just as much. Every now and then, you have to let her catch up to you. Otherwise, she’ll only be disappointed in herself and heartbroken. You don’t want her hitting you all the time for stupid mistakes, right?”

He shook his head, tapping his feet down back and forth to show he was worried about her never liking him again, making his hands go up to his forehead in fear.

“Then, give her a smile and let her smile back!” Sonic winked, as the Chao nodded and raced over to her.

Seeing him, she looked up curiously, before frowning.

he frowned too, narrowing his eyes and staring harder back at her.

Finally, he smiled and sat down, pulling out a blue crayon and drawing Rosy, him, and the… ugh, new guy… all holding hands together.

This made Rosy beam with a huge grin, before hugging Speed, and having a heart above her head, to then match his own, before the new guy also joined in, but Speed just glared at him, having the twisty tornado above his head again. He almost growled at him before Rosy looked up with a question mark, making him nervously chuckle as he patted the new guy’s head, trying to be friendly to him for her sake.

Sonic got up back to sitting and sighed, leaning back before looking up at the clouds. “Wish I had someone tell me that when I was young…” he then closed his eyes and stuck a pinkie in his ear, scratching around before a pair of hands slowly moved around his waist.

He blinked, opening his eyes and looking up at Amy, looking down.

“Aww~ That was a very good father and son speech, Sonic~”

“Whahaa-aaa!!” Sonic flailed a bit in the close proximity she was in, crawling a second away before getting up and turning around to her.

“Amy!? H-how long have you been there…” he looked nervous, frowning and sweat dropping as he grew even more uncomfortable.

She giggled and walked forward towards him, having him walk back, and almost falling in the fountain before she leaned down.

“So.. is that why you ‘tolerate’ all my date ideas?” she giggled, “Hmmm..?” she leaned even more.

He had one hand balancing him on the fountain, and the other hovering near him to also try and gain some form of stability.

His legs were now off the ground though, but he didn’t push or kick her away.

“Admit it, Sonic~” she leaned her face right next to his cheek, making him look over at her but dare not move his head, twitching and flinching as he tried to use his abs to stay aloft.

“You enjoy making me happy, just as much… as I enjoy making you smile!” she tackled him, causing him to cry out as they crashed into the fountain.

His head came up, his arms flailing to get out, but Amy kept pushing him back down and smothering him with light kisses and dotes that the camera couldn’t see due to the angle.

I’m not smiling! I’m not SMILING!

“Sure you are!”

“A-Amy!!!”

“Hahaha! Oh, Sonic~”

But we all saw the splashes and Sonic trying to break free, asking Amy to let him go or get away as she kept saying his name with love and laughing.

pheonixhp  asked:

I know you're currently not doing prompts, but I'm having the worst day ever School sucks and I feel like everyone hates me So could you maybe when you have the time write something really fluffy? Like SUPER fluffy? Bc I just need some sanvers in my life right now. Have a great day, and of course you don't have to write anything (I'm surprised I was brave enough to even ask tbh)

I’m so proud of you for asking, darling. You’re amazing <3 <3 <3

CUE SUPER FLUFFY COLLEGE AU

She watches the Danvers girl from a distance, because she’s beautiful and she’s the radiantly intelligent and she’s a massive nerd and she’s just got this incredibly sexy haircut and she’s fiercely protective of that blonde freshman girl and she’s everything Maggie wants and she’s nothing Maggie deserves.

So she just watches. “Not in the creepy way,” she defends herself to her roommate, who’s sharp as a whip and doesn’t miss a thing. “No, come on, Lena. We have classes together, that’s all. And she lives just down the hall, so of course I’m gonna see her all the time – “

“Yes. Exactly, Maggie. She lives right down the hall. So why don’t you go talk to her?”

Maggie clams up and Maggie takes a deep breath, and Lena knows, and nods, and slides her the half-eaten box of donuts.

But it turns out that she doesn’t have to bury herself in late night donuts and laughs with her roommate, and it turns out she doesn’t have to work up the courage to go up to her, doesn’t have to practice what she’ll say over and over and over again.

Because the next morning, Alex Danvers comes up to her on the quad.

“Hi. Um… It’s Sawyer, right? I’m Alex. Danvers. Alex Danvers.”

Her voice is higher than it is in class, and it makes Maggie fall even harder, because lowering the octave of your voice to make sure you’re heard is a strategy she knows far too well herself.

She stares and she splutters because she realizes, all too late, that Alex is holding her hand out to shake hers, and Maggie clears her throat, and gulps, and tries to remember that she learned the alphabet many years ago and really should have a better grasp on it by now.

“Yeah. Maggie. Uh – hi.”

Nice, Sawyer, she scolds, but Alex doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, Alex seems to…like it.

“So um. Maggie. I noticed… I noticed you’re always the only one other than me to actually get the right answers in chem lab.”

Maggie looks down and grins, because Alex Danvers noticed me, Alex Danvers noticed me, Alex Danvers noticed me.

“So I thought, you know, we could study together. If you want. Keep each other company. During… studying. And there’s this great pinball bar I know, in town. We could… study. Together. And maybe play some pinball.”

Alex’s spluttering – Alex-best-at-everything-at-all-times-Danvers’s spluttering – somehow makes Maggie like her even more.

“You asking me out, Danvers?”

Alex blushes and shifts her feet and wrings her hands and pffts a little.

“Do you want me to be, Sawyer?”

“Heads up!!!” The shout from the quad makes both girls jump, and they both reach up to catch the football spiraling chaotically their way. Alex’s hands close around it first, and Maggie thinks to be embarrassed because of her height, but Alex is beaming and Alex caught the damn thing and fuck is Maggie more than a little turned on.

“Watch where you’re throwing, Schott!” Alex laughs as she chucks the ball back.

“Oh, Winn didn’t throw that! Winn couldn’t’ve thrown that, are you kidding?” a boy that Maggie thinks is called Jimmy calls, and Winn laughs but doesn’t deny it.

“Friends of yours?” Maggie asks as Alex extends her arm to her, and Maggie nearly swoons, and loops her arm through Alex’s to steady herself.

“Of my sister’s,” Alex explains as she waves laughingly as James and Winn both whoop on seeing Maggie and Alex’s arms linked.

“On your way to bio lecture?” Maggie asks, and Alex grins down at her.

“You too, right?” Maggie nods because she’s forgotten about words again.

Alex opens doors for her and Alex sits next to her and Alex scribbles little notes to her in the margins of her otherwise extremely detailed, extremely meticulous notebook.

It’s been two hours since Alex first revealed that she even knew who Maggie was, and already Maggie feels more cared for, more respected, more fun, than she had in any of her relationships – if you could call them that – in high school.And bio lecture had never quite been this incredible.

Meet Cute

Author: SaffreeLove

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of thigh riding

Word Count: 906

Tagging @emilyevanston who is super awesome and gave me a great confidence boost that led to me actually publishing this and not leaving it on my drive for another few months.


You loved your local Comic Con. Four full days of letting your geek flag fly. Sitting in a huge conference hall with a thousand other fans dying over a new movie trailer or cast interviews.
Since you were a huge geek for Marvel and in particular the Winter Soldier, you were naturally rocking your Winter Soldier gear.

After an awesome day of panels and people watching you head back to your hotel. While waiting for the elevator to ascend from the lower lobby, you started checking your phone for tumblr and Instagram updates.

When the door opened, you stepped into the elevator, glancing up as you did. Somehow, your feet kept moving even though your breathing had come to a stuttering halt. With a small gasp, your head snapped forward to face the now closing doors. You stood there for about 20 seconds with the elevator not moving.

“Um, what floor did you need?”

Unable to speak in anything but squeaks, you leaned forward with a shaky hand to push the button for the 23rd floor. You could feel your heart attempting to beat its way out of your chest while a small tear threatened to leak out of the corner of your eye.

Sebastian Stan was standing in the elevator with you. Right there. Breathing the same air. And…….there was no way you were going to speak to him. This was something you had always promised yourself. This was his off time. He wasn’t working in this elevator. At a panel? Sure. At the meeting and greet? Of course. At the photo ops? Natch. But here on an elevator, when he’s likely heading back to his room after a long day of fan interactions? No fucking way. You were just going to have to hold on to your principles and cry later in your room about the amazing way he smelled. Oh shit, he really smelled good.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Yup, that’s it. Your mind couldn’t take it. It had cracked. You’re now hallucinating Seb talking to you.

“Hey, look. I’m pretty sure you know who I am. How about a picture? Or I could sign something? Would that make you feel better?”

Oh, and now you’ve died. That was the only explanation. Great. Your parents were going to be devastated. Your head turned slightly toward him. His whole body was angled at you with a look of sincere concern on his face. Holy shit. He had actually been talking to you. That hadn’t been your overactive imagination constructing some elaborate hallucination.

Finally coming to your senses, you shook your head and whispered, “No,” while your inner bitch cursed yourself out in three languages.

“Really? You sure? Cause I’m pretty sure that’s a Winter Soldier hoodie you’re wearing and I am, in fact, said Winter Soldier.”

Blushing, you shake your head again, take a steadying breath, and fully turn to look at him.

“You’re off the clock. I would never ask for that while you’re just going about trying to live your life. You are probably tired as shit after today and just want to fall into your hotel room. Not get accosted by overexcited fans.”

“Wow. I’ve never had anyone reject me quite like that before,” he said. Being so freaked out, you completely missed his smirk indicating he was teasing.

“What?!” you practically shouted. “Oh no, please don’t think I’m rejecting you! Believe me, I wouldn’t kick you outta bed for eating crackers. I mean, you’re you. You’re goofy and dorky and hot as fucking sin with those abs and chest and shoulders and thighs that are perfect for riding and face that just begs for kisses.”

You freeze when you realize what word vomit had just gushed out of your mouth. Even more heat flooded your face and neck.

“Ohmigod. I can’t believe I went there. I actually took it that direction. That’s not what you meant. Oh shit. Look, I’m just gonna be over here in the corner sinking into a shame spiral. Feel free to fully ignore me until we get to your floor, or any floor, if you need to escape the incredibly uncomfortable situation I’ve just created.”

Turning to the corner, you lightly thunk your head against the elevator wall. How could you have done this? The one person you had sworn to never make uncomfortable, you just accidentally insulted and then rambled about riding his thigh. Your chest ached when you realized that you were going to have to abandon your plan of going to his photo op tomorrow. No way could you show up there now. He obviously hates you and will be telling security to watch out for the crazy Winter Soldier fan.

Suddenly, you notice that Seb is laughing. You turn your head to look at him. He has the biggest grin on his face and maybe a touch of interest in his eyes.

“Are you doing anything right now? If not, wanna join me for some dinner?”

“What?”

“Dinner. You hungry?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, how about it?”

“But, I’m a fan. Shouldn’t you be worried about, I don’t know stalkers or something like that?”

“Well, judging from that little rant about me being off the clock I’d say you are probably that safest fan I could possibly be with, ever. So, dinner?”

“Umm, yes? How is that even a question?”

With that, the elevator doors opened you stepped out together.


Part 2

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I was wondering (since you seem well-versed in h/c sam fics) if you could recommend some good fics? Pretty much anything Sam-centric, lol. I trust your judgment.

This is the part where I wish I kept better records. I live and breathe hurt!Sam, but I don’t always save the fics I read. 

I absolutely stand behind all my fic recs, though, which you can find on my blog here! They’re pretty much always hurt!Sam (with some Sam appreciation mixed in there).

There are tons of places to find great hurt/comfort stuff, though, and it would be silly of me not to direct you to these places first, though you may already be following them.

Places to go:

Some author recs:

Choosing fics is hard, because a lot of authors have tons of great stuff and I can’t choose just one to rec. I can point you in the direction of talented authors, though! I can guarantee that their writing is going to be Sam appreciative and Sam centric. 

Note: Most of these authors post plenty of fics, ficlets, and episode tags to their Tumblrs that don’t get posted to AO3. Most of them post a mix of gen stuff and pairing stuff. I’m also definitely forgetting some great authors!

  • @themegalosaurus | (ao3) - Absolutely beautiful Sam-centric writing with a generous dose of brothers feels! (Make sure to check out her fantastic episode tags on Tumblr, too!) Be aware that some fic is Wincest or J2 RPF, with other pairings showing up occasionally.
  • @ameliacareful | (ao3) - Lovely hurt!Sam stuff and great portrayals of the characters.
  • @agelade | (ao3) - Stunning Sam-centric stuff. Generous hurt, beautiful writing, amazing focus on Sam.
  • @waterbird13 | (ao3) - Posts mostly on Tumblr and contributes so much lovely fic that is basically centered around Sam getting love and being happy.
  • @quickreaver | (ao3) - Lots of beautiful hurt!Sam fics, and quickreaver is also an insanely talented artist (if you’re looking for some visual hurt!Sam)! Can be slightly darker stuff. Some Winces and other pairings.
  • stillwaters01 on AO3 - Just in case you want very brothers-focused sweet agony and heartbreak with your H/C.
  • Let’s be real. Basically all the writers over at ohSam, too.

So much H/C you will die (in the best way).

No, really. I always indulge in thoughts of unrestrained H/C but I never seem to be able to write it. If relentless hurt (and delicious comfort) are your thing, these writers may make your day.

  • Marianna Morgan on FF.Net - Suuuuuper lovely and indulgent hurt!Sam and just really idealized happy brothers fic. If caring and protective!Dean is your thing, these are lovely!
  • skag trendy on FF.Net - I was trying to remember names from when I was prowling Fanfiction.Net, and I remember that this writer has just tons of hurt!Sam. You know those fics where the hurt doesn’t let up and it’s just this amazingly shameless pain-fest? Yes.
  • Alex L. Kerr on FF.Net - of the famed Trialculosis Sam fic, but there’s a lot to enjoy.

Mostly pairing stuff (I’ll list which ones!)

These writers are Sam fans who write some great stuff. Some of it is gen, some of it is explicit. If you prefer gen-fic, be aware. If you sometimes love your hurt with more intimate comfort, check these awesome people out!

  • @posingasme | (ao3)- Mostly Sastiel, mostly non-explicit. Beautiful and breathtaking and heartbreaking AUs that often have generous helpings of hurt!Sam and badass!Sam.
  • @rosworms | (ao3)- Sam/Benny and Sastiel and also Wincest + others. Sometimes explicit. Often heavy on the comfort. <3 Always lovely. Mostly posted on Tumblr but some can be found on the Archive, too!
  • @kansaskissedlips (no ao3) - Wincest and Sastiel and basically everything you could ever imagine + more. I’ll bet you didn’t know you needed hurt!Soulless!Sam. But you do. Often quite explicit fics and ficlets with some gen thrown in! 

And now onto the specific fics! My fic recs are below, as well as a list (with links) of fics people have recced to me! Cut for length, and also because I plan to add more as I think of them.

Feel free to submit me your recs (or self recs!), and I’ll credit you and add them to the list below!

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Bit Piece of Just Ours Chapter 3: Meet the Family (A Night to Remember Pt. 2)

“Momma, we’re home!”  Henrik yelled when he walked into house.

Kol lightly slapped the back of his nephew’s head. “Stop yelling in the house. Alek could be sleeping.”

Henrik childishly stuck his tongue out at his uncle. “Alek is not sleep.”

“You don’t know that. We just got here.”

Lucas came through the door head buried into a brutal chess match on his phone. “He’s not sleep.” He mumbled side stepping the two.

Henrik pointed after his brother. “See? I told you. He’s wide awake. He’s playing with Luffy (Loo-fee) in mama’s garden right now.” Lucas looked up from his game to give his brother a look of warning. The young one slouched back noticing his mistake. “I….I mean –”

“He’s with Luffy?” Kol arched his eyebrow. “How do you know he’s with Luffy?”

The Bennett-Mikaelson brothers stared at each other before Henrik answered. He simply shrugged as he grabbed his duffle bag from his uncle. “Lucky guess. Mom! Mom, we’re home!”

“Stop screaming, boy. What’s wrong with you?” Bonnie huffed irritatingly coming down the steps. “Did you have fun at Elijah and Gigi’s place?”

“Mhmm! Uncle Elijah took me to see Cousin Louie’s emporium.”

“Really? How’s Cousin Louie?” Bonnie leaned down to kiss her youngest son’s head.

“Old.” Lucas snorted.

Bonnie plucked her boy’s nose when she came to him. “Stop that.” She pulled her son into her embrace. “Did you have fun?” Lucas only shrugged continuing his game. Bonnie rolled her eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She missed her boys. “Glad you had fun, kiddo.” She kissed the top of his head. “Go get ready. Your clothes are on your beds.” She turned to Henrik. “Brush your teeth.” She heard him sucked his teeth but ignored him turning back to Lucas. “Do your hair.” Bonnie scuffled the mess of curly locks earning a grunt. “Dinner will be done in a few.”

“Did you cook?” Lucas asked hopefully.

He was hankering for some of his mother’s cooking. Lucas enjoyed take out and going out to eat like any other person, however a home cooked meal was his favorite. He remembered when Grams and his mother would be busy cooking in their kitchen. He remembered the smell of different spices and herbs wafting through every room. Though his great grandmother was gone, she passed on her recipe book and knowledge to his mother. So now, every time his mother cook, it smelled as though Sheila the Great was blessing the Bennett-Mikaelson kitchen once again. It smelled like home every time and being away for two weeks, Lucas missed home.

“I cooked some.” Bonnie admitted. “I cook you guys favorite from me and Grams but the rest is catering.” Henrik pouted and Lucas grunted. “You know how daddy gets.” Oh, they knew. “I, with the help of your sister, got him to compromise that I could cook a little and let the caters take care of the rest.”

The brothers glanced at each other then back at their mother. “Is the catering at least from Aunt Silvia’s Kitchen?”

“Of course it is. She’s the only one I trust in my kitchen other than Grams and Lucy. Now,” She pushed her sons towards the spiraling staircase. “Go get dressed and get your brother ready. He already showered. He just need to get dressed.”

“About that,” Kol came forward speaking for the first time since Bonnie came downstairs. “You might have to give him a good washing again before he gets dressed.”

Bonnie turned to the Original, eyebrows furrowed and face utterly confused. “Why?”

“He’s with Luffy.”

Bonnie took a second to let his words settle. Then there was nothing but terror and unadulterated rage shaking through the witch. “He’s with Luffy?” She yelled.

“At least that’s what Henrik told me.”

Bonnie whipped her furious gaze on her son. Henrik bit his lip nervously. This wasn’t going to be good. He glanced over to Lucas who was already scowling down at him. Great. “He’s…H-He’s –”

“Henrik Eli Bennett-Mikaelson if you don’t tell me what I need to know, you will be grounded for a month along with your brother.”

“What?” Lucas was beside himself. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s fair because you know the whereabouts of your brother and Luffy.”

“I –”

“Don’t you dare tell me you don’t know because we both know that’s a lie and you know how I feel about lying.” Lucas had the commonsense to bite his tongue. He knew when he lost the war. Once Bonnie seen Lucas had nothing else to say, she turned to Henrik placing her hands firmly on her hip. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Henrik heart plummeted. He knew there was no escape from this. His best friend was in deep trouble. Ever since Luffy was welcomed into their home, he, Lucas, and Aurora have been teaming up for the good of the clan to keep their friend out of trouble. There have been plenty of accidents the three had to clean up discreetly without their mother and father getting a wind of it. Sometimes it took extra help from outside parties, who shall not be named, to keep the peace. There have been tough battles, but most of those strenuous battles were won and were heavily influenced by the gracious merciful Benevolent Queen keeping the vicious awful Horrid King away. However, this time would not be the case.

Giving Luffy a pardon was not an option, not how their mother was glaring daggers at them. It almost resembled the Horrid King himself. Klaus hated Luffy with every fiber of his being. The only reason Luffy hadn’t met his end was for the sole fact his children and wife loved him. Countless of times Klaus had to hold back his urges to tear the thing apart, but it was his wife that always stopped him. The children counted on their mother, the Benevolent Queen, to stop the Horrid King’s onslaughts of dastardly deeds. Bonnie loved Luffy and, honestly, was a true sucker when it came to him. So much of a sucker that she would let him get away with murder with his persuasive eyes and enchanting charm. However once again, this was not the case.

“Tell me!”

“They’replayinginthegarden.” Henrik rushed out pinching his eyes closed wishing the fathomless guilt he felt wash away.

Bonnie’s eyes widen comically not believing what her son told her. “Come again?”

The little one sighed somberly as he fiddled with his hands. “Luffy and Alek are playing around in the garden.”

“Right now?” Why did his mother wish to prolong his misery?

“Yes.” He mumbled lowly.

“It seems the tirade and Alek are currently on the Willow Path of the garden.” Kol stood from leaning on the wall with a crass smile on his face. “And from what I hear, darling…” He tilted his ear to the side giving a show by cupping his ear. “Wailing screams from the florae echoing throughout the garden as they callously being uprooted from the ground.”

Without uttering another word, Bonnie was stalking out the foyer heading towards the backyard. Behind her, she could hear tiny footsteps following her and Kol’s boisterous laughter.

There were three things you didn’t mess with concerning Bonnie Bennett-Mikaelson. Her children, her husband, and her garden.

anonymous asked:

*slides trope over* Panicky Expectant Father?


put a fanfic trope in my inbox and I will tell you:

  • how likely I am to write it - *picks trope up off table* ……SWEET MOTHER.OF.CRAP. *clutches trope to my chest* 
    ALRIGHT SIT DOWN KIDDIES AND MCBUCKLE UP:

  • what character(s) or pairing I’d most likely write it for -McHanzo of mcfrikin course. Whether it’s adoption or surrogacy, there’s a waiting period in which both Hanzo and Jesse nearly drive themselves and each other crazy with anticipation. They both go down the whole “i’m not good enough of a person to be a dad”/”i don’t know how to be a dad omg what if i fuck this up?”/”my dad sucked i don’t want to be a sucky dad”/”i killed my brother-fatherhood does not sound like a good plan” downwards spiral. But they want to be fathers, so bad that it hurts, and now they’ve got one on the way so there’s no turning back now. “Since when’ve we ever backed away from a challenge?” Jesse coos one night, brushing lose graying strands from his husband’s eyes, watching the emotion behind them change from worried to resolved. Over the wait time, they work together to heal from those old wounds and seek help from the other parents of Overwatch (Ana cannot wait to be a grandma and showers them with almost too much affection and advice, and Torbjorn actually offers some great insight and support as well. Everyone else reassures them they’ll have plenty of crazy Aunties and Uncles to help).
    Hanzo starts collecting books that the others recommend, Jesse starts building a crib, they sit down with baby name lists every night at dinner -scratching off, adding new -the kid was going to have quite a mouthful enough of a name as it was. A
    nd then,
    the day comes… and they meet Baby Shimada-McCree Jr., and the whole world stops. 

    They can do this.

TL;DR: that baby is raised with all the love, support and care of a big loving misfit-family, and two very, very good dads.

inkblottedsoul  asked:

So I read your tags on the "calculus" thing about Leibniz or Newton, and wasn't Archimedes also hugely involved? Like, I know he was killed before he could finish it and I'm unsure if his work was actually used later as far as it went, but I think I remember my teacher saying he was one of the first.

Ok, it’s time for a bit of a trip, because people always say shit like “Newton invented calculus” or they swap out Leibniz, and MAYBE, sometimes they’ll mention Archimedes.  Science, including math, doesn’t work that way.  It’s incremental.  The bits and pieces of what we now call “calculus” were developed over a LONG period of time by many different people.

So before we begin, calculus is the study of a thing called a “limit” which is a way of doing infinitely many things.  There’s two main parts of calculus: differential calculus, which uses limits to talk about rates of change, and integral calculus, which uses limits to talk about areas and volumes.

Ok, now, to Archimedes.  He developed what was called the “method of exhaustion.”  You want to know how much area is in a circle? First, fit a triangle inside the circle.  You can figure out it’s area.  Then a square.  Then a pentagon, and take the number of sides bigger and bigger, and the more you have, the closer it is to being the whole circle.  In modern terms, you compute those areas, and then you take the limit as the number of sides goes to infinity, and BAM, area of a circle (which is also a way to calculate pi, and there’s fun history there, too)

Now, we jump a thousand or so years, because Archimedes got stabbed and, frankly, people had to figure out polynomials, modular arithmetic, and geometry a bit more before the next part of calculus was really popular.  We come back to the story with Descartes.  He said “We can describe the plane by pairs of numbers!” and it was AMAZING.  Suddenly, geometry was freed from Euclid and was dominated by numbers.

So what’s the first thing you do in that case? You try to compute the lengths of some shit.  Like spirals, parabolas, etc.  Descartes came up with some tricks, but he declared that no one would be able to do it for cubics, WAY too hard.  Never ever.

So of course, not long after he died, Fermat did it.  Fermat figured out how to compute the rates of change (slopes of tangent lines) for any curve that was defined by polynomials.  Any at all.  And how to use that to figure out the length, though some lengths couldn’t be computed cleanly, he could still calculate them pretty damn well.

This is actually about 60-70% of what you need to get through a calc course.  All thanks to Fermat, who often gets no credit for it.

So then, a BUNCH of people start working on area inside of curves, and Isaac Barrow (Newton’s teacher) figures out that rates of change and areas are closely related: there’s a thing called the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus that is the details, and it’s REALLY important.  But of course, he can only do things for polynomials, really.

And now Newton comes along, and he systematizes it, and says “Well, not all functions are polynomials…OR ARE THEY?!” and declares that all functions are just polynomials with infinitely many terms, and you can just treat them the same way.  Neither of these statements is true, but they’re not the worst things you could say.  So now, Newton could handle all the functions that show up in classical physics…and BOOM, physics revolution, though he hides the calculus for various reasons.

Leibniz, possibly unaware of how Newton got his results, figures out how to do things more generally, treating functions as just things, not as big polynomials.  He developed the product rule (also called the Leibniz rule) and his notation was WAAAAAY better, and then, the shit hit the fan when Newton found out.

It’s one of the nastiest academic disputes ever (take into account that Newton was basically a supervillain and in charge of England’s money supply), but it’s a bit off topic.

So, we’re now at about 80-90% of a calc course, and the rest was filled in by the other European mathematicians and physicists of the time, with a LOT of work replicated in England and on the Continent because of this dispute.  We tend to remember the Brits, because, well, we’re Americans, but also because Britain was getting more powerful at the time.  So we have Maclaurin and Taylor who cleaned up the “infinite polynomial” business standing out particularly.

The Continent had its revent in the 19th century, when people found out “Oh, shit, these proofs, they all have holes in them” and it was Cauchy (French) and Weierstrass (German) among others who fixed it all up.

So, hope you enjoyed this lesson in history of math, next, ask me about the Jewish woman who made her father (who was one of the great 19th century mathematicians) a completely forgotten name whose work is often attributed to her by accident, and who completely revolutionized our understanding of physics, and who is, honestly, one of my favorite historical people ever (bonus point if you know who it is)

anonymous asked:

Maybe Sam x Kendrick going on a hunt together? Talking abt lucifer? And maybe some of that "seduction" if you're comfortable with it?

It stands to reason that they’d run into the witch twins relatively close to when they’d met them — after all, hunters usually ended up on the same track, following the signs of the freshest hunt on the map. Sam’s not sure when he and Dean became reluctant when it came to teaming up with others — y’know, watching so many friends die around you usually’ll do it — but they weren’t given much option. Max and Alicia slide into the booth and that’s that, they’re in the middle of a wendigo hunt.

Dedicated to Asa, of course. And perhaps even to John Winchester, who guided them through many similar hunts of their own. They trudge through heavy brush on a hunch; missing teens, shredded campsite, looked to be pretty solid, even if the weather patterns weren’t exactly perfectly aligned. Sam figured it was worth a romp and a couple of flare guns. 

Dean and Alicia hit the families for information, and he and the witch have merely decided to play guard to the chirping green canopy stretched out before them. Dean of course was hesitant, always hesitant, because leaving him with what was nearly a stranger wasn’t great. But Sam didn’t mind. It was good for them to branch out a little.

Truth be told, he saw something beneficial, in that wake. 

Unified community. People watching each other’s backs. 

Maybe they need a little bit of that. What was it he said to Dean, before? Looking for someone to be with, who would understand the life? Yeah. Maybe they just need a few helping hands to guide them through their bitter, aged isolation. Or maybe Sam just feels that odd, seasonal burst of neediness, of a desire for companionship. He may be far more withdrawn from societal norms than he’s ever been before, but it didn’t mean he always enjoyed being alone.

“You know,” Max says in a low, smooth sound, passing Sam a cold beer from that old familiar green cooler. “My sister is probably seducing your brother. She’s got a real thing for freckles. We could end up abandoned.”

He grins, and Sam rolls his eyes at the thought.

“Well, at least someone’ll be happy tonight.” A record in his head skips when he remembers they’re talking about each other’s siblings — even worse, he’s talking about his brother having sex with this guy’s sister (younger? older? by how much? how old are they, again?). He flusters, waving a hand. “I mean, sorry, that’s — brain bleach. I shouldn’t — ”

“Talk about my sister in post-coital bliss with your functionally alcoholic stud of a brother?” Max grins around the rim of the beer bottle, gulping. “It’s fine, man. We’re not exactly a conventional family. We’re both massive perverts and we know it.”

Sam snorts, and though still mildly ashamed, they sit in relatively restful silence. It’s still bright out, and they’re still comfortably in their wards with flare guns rested in their laps. Max’s smile is still there when Sam glances at him, a sort of mischievous twist that reminds him of Dean in their high school years. 

“I mean,” Max says, “We could always steal their thunder.”

He says it so easily, like it’s breathing, or something. Sam chokes on his drink, hair flopping a bit. Looking at this guy — not a kid, he reminds himself, because sometimes everyone looks like a kid to his old soul — he flounders a bit for an answer. It’s not the first time he’s been hit on by guys. But the dangerous and seductive Sam that didn’t give two shits and dove into rough kissing and heavy touches had died twice: once when he caused a fucking Apocalypse, and once when his soul was unceremoniously shoved back in like a man into an iron maiden. 

So. Still awkward territory. He clears his throat.

“Uh, pass. I don’t think that’s really my thing.”

“Never been with a guy before?” Max asks, humored. Sam’s always been terrible at being anything but honest, when it comes to matters of the heart. And bedfellow. 

“… Not exactly. It’s been…. a long time.” He laughs, flustered, pressing his cold beer to his temple. “You’re kind of young for me, aren’t you?”

“I’m a hunter in my mid-twenties. It makes me at least forty in experience.” He nudges Sam with an easy aura about him. “In hunting in a forest and in a bedroom.” And Sam just shakes his head, because at this guy’s age, he was mourning the loss of his fiance. Max is definitely more of a Dean Winchester build than him. 

He blinks and the man is leaning in close, breath hot and eyes translucent green in the sunshine that perforates the treetops. “Maybe I could give you a lesson or two on those seduction techniques I learned, old man.”

And for a moment, Sam nearly leans right into it at first go, like he’d be rude not to — that’d be him, too polite to decline when an attractive and decent person actually gives him a chance to say no. It’s Piper all over again, with her easy smile and her earnest question — You wanna go have a night of it, just you and me? And he had been so fucking relieved to actually get a say in it, he left his jacket in the diner. Now there’s a hesitancy, and the other man sees it easily — and in a move fifty times more sexy than the actual flirting, he leans away with some level of concern in his brow to give Sam space. 

Fuck it.

Max seems surprised when Sam’s lips hit his first, like his whole routine had been jarred and taken right out of his hands and into Sam’s, who is apparently more capable than he’d bet on; he kisses back after a moment of Sam’s expert tongue probing, his confusion sparking into genuinely impressed amusement. Sam’s not really into guys as much as girls; he’s got his exceptions, lord knows he does, but this is a road less traveled. He’s more familiar with softer curves and less angled jawlines. But hell, it’s nice, and Max is entirely pleased with the state of things. Sam, too, really. It’s good. It’s good to feel fingers slide under layers of plaid to massage the skin beneath. It’s good, it’s good, it’s good. And it’s not in his head; that much he’s sure about. His back hurts from being thrown into bookshelves, bruised to hell and stiff. This is reality. And reality smells nice, like carefully selected cologne from some mid-tier clothing store.

It’s nice.

… Until they accidentally set off the flare gun being manhandled between them and it goes spiraling off into the sky.

When Dean and Alicia return, no clear traces of debauchery in the states of their hair or clothes, they find Sam sitting red-faced with his shirt askew and Max — Belle of the Ball — grinning and twirling the spent flare-gun on his index finger. 

(feel free to drop in and request a prompt here)

(EDIT: fixed for Max’s name)

reuska  asked:

An idea: If I get all the time jump stuff right, Chrom and Robin met under different circumstances in Lucina's timeline. I mean - no amnesia. But clearly the two met at about the same time back then, and similar, if not the same place. How would you imagine that meeting?

Ooooh ohohohoh oh. oh.  Yes I’ve thought about it.  A lot.

Ok I put it under the cut because probably it will be long, maybe art can happen

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anonymous asked:

hi! i'm 24 and single all my life. it's not i didn't want to be in a relationship, but it just never happened. i've never "looked for" a boyfriend and considering my lifestyle, i don't have many opportunities to meet someone. i was rather ok with that, but recently i noticed it's becoming a problem for me. i see my friends in happy relationships and i started to worry that i'll end up sad and alone. i know it's ridiculous but i can't stop thinking about it. what can i do? just needed to vent...

I was in the exact same position as you last year (when I also was 24). I’d never been in a relationship or been on a date or been kissed or anything. I didn’t want to date. I hated what I heard of the dating scene, and I didn’t want to have anything to do with it. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong, and I still don’t. I was living an awesome life and was building a great circle of friends.

Then I accidentally followed one of my colleagues on Twitter and then became friends with her, too. Then a few days later, she introduced me to my now boyfriend on Twitter and then in real life over coffee. I could easily have backed out of it. I almost didn’t follow him back. (He was a boy who was really into Tolkien! and I’d just been trolled by anti-feminist Tolkien referencing douche canoes!) Any other time, I would have backed out and stayed home. But a little part of myself knew that I should take the opportunity to meet new people. I was sick of spending all of my off-terms completely alone and spiraling into depression (because as many great friends as I already had, they were all far away at the time). I could socialize with colleagues and make friends and meet interesting people! So I ignored what I was instinctually inclined to do and I went to coffee anyway. And I met the most wonderful, kind, and passionate person I have ever met, and my life changed for the better.

I know I was lucky, but all I can say is open yourself up to opportunities. Don’t turn away from meeting new people. Don’t go places you wouldn’t be comfortable going to or do things you don’t want to do, but be open. I swore I would never turn to clubbing or bars or what have you to meet guys. I didn’t. I stayed at my coffee shop of choice after working on an assignment and I had a conversation with two people.

Do what you love. Talk to people who love what you do. Keep your standards high and surround yourself with people who enrich your social circle. Don’t compromise. Never settle. You may meet someone. You may not. And that’s fine.

As long as you do the things that make you happy and you take the opportunities that are presented to you, then you’re doing your best. And as long as you’re doing your best, you’re going to be absolutely fine. The only thing that matters is that you do what you can to enrich your own life, and the only person you absolutely, without a doubt need for that is yourself.

Dirge

“Here we are,” Nora announces. “It’s Haven!”

           The group slows to a stop, looking around as Nora gestures grandly to the building that looms before them.

           “It’s…empty,” Ren remarks, casting his gaze around with a frown. The courtyard they stand in in peaceful and still—contrasting sharply with the loud and lively grounds of Beacon. Snow blankets the entire landscape, and Ruby studies a frozen fountain the sits silently in the center. It’s cut from marble, and ringed with elegant statues.

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“I don’t know what to do, Tae,” Jimin fisted a hand through his thick brown hair and sighed. “The model didn’t show up but the photographer says we have to pay him anyway, for wasting his time or something, and if we pay him now then we’re not gonna be able to afford to pay him when we do get a model to come. I told you we should have let Joonie and Jin help but, no, you just had to prove that we could do things on our own. And now look at us, no model, no photos and your useless ass isn’t even answering the phone.” Jimin paused to glance through the dusky window of the tattoo parlor that his best friend insisted they buy. The photographer waiting inside noticed his gaze and dropped a pointed look to the watch on his wrist. Jimin frowned and turned away, “I know you’re gonna tell me not to worry and that things will work out and all that, but I’m not like you, Tae. I am worried and…” Jimin trailed off, his eyes locked on the slouched figure emerging from the coffee shop across the street. “Actually never mind. I’m still kicking your ass whenever you decide to show up, but I think I found the answer to our problems.”

Jimin ended the long winded voicemail to his best friend and shoved his phone in his pocket, darting across the street without bothering to check for traffic.

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my worst bruise is you / (1/?)

Special shout-out to @cutieodonoghue for her sweet words and belief in me. I wouldn’t have had the courage to begin again if it wasn’t for you. Thank you!

Rated T / 5,000 words / AO3

They say the first cut is the deepest,
And that might be true.
But bruises, oh bruises, they hurt too -
And honey, I think my worst bruise is you.

Two exes find themselves thrust back together again - in more ways than one.

Present Day - September, 2016

“Just shift your leg, Swan. These are tight quarters here.”

“Are you going to take my pants off or what?”

The tongue working a particularly sensitive spot on Emma’s neck sent shivers down her spine. (He still knew how to drive her crazy.) “Good things come to those who wait, love.”

Emma pulled sharply on the collar of his shirt, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “Take. Off. My. Pants.”

“I like it when you’re direct.”

“I like it when you listen,” Emma countered as she stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her hips flush to his.

His breath was warm against her ear as he whispered, “Tell me again.”

“I want you to fu-”

Emma was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door at her back. “Um, excuse me? The facilities are limited to one passenger only. You need to return to your seats. Now.”

It felt as if Emma had been doused in a bucket of ice cold water. Her senses were no longer clouded by him and the dirty things he’d been doing to her neck and her lips and her resolve.

“Well, I guess we won’t be joining the Mile High Club after all, love.”

“Way to state the obvious, Sherlock,” Emma replied as she tried to catch her breath and her sanity. “And don’t call me ‘love.’”

He smiled as if he knew she’d say that. “As you wish.”

“You’re not allowed to say that either.”

“What am I allowed to say?”

“Nothing,” Emma said as her eyes roamed the airplane’s tiny bathroom. “Now help me find my shirt.”

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everything is shattering and it’s my mistake

anonymous: pls write me a drabble abt harry n niall growing closer as tour and media stuff winds down, and wondering what’s going to happen to them when hiatus starts (complicated by the fact that they hooked up once after corden)

ok, like idk this is some sort of mid-way angst enjoy. 

Pairing: Niall / Harry

WC; 2.1k

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