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circumhorizontal arc is when an ice-halo is formed by plate-shaped ice crystals in cirrus clouds. The misleading term fire rainbow is sometimes used to describe them. But they are neither rainbows or related to fire. The name comes because it appears to be a rainbow taking the shape of flames in the sky. (Source)

Crystal Terminology

Originally posted by fullmagicthings

Below is a list of helpful terms to know when working with gems and minerals. It includes terminology on various crystal shapes and forms. Terms specific to mineral shapes have “(form)” next to them for ease of reference.

Abundance (form): An abundance crystal consists of one long quartz crystal with many small crystals clustered around its base. Its function is to attract wealth and abundance.  

Adamantine Luster: A particularly brilliant shine as shown by a specimen such as a diamond.

Amorphous (form): Amorphous crystals, such as obsidian, have no particular shape. Energy flows rapidly through and amorphous crystal as it has no rigid internal organization.

Aura: The subtle bio-magnetic sheath that surrounds the physical body, providing a protective zone that extends for about 18 inches to 3 feet from the body and contains information about a person’s physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual state of being. 

Aura Crystal: A crystal specimen, usually of the quartz variety, that has been coated with metal (i.e. gold, titanium) in a vacuum chamber resulting in an iridescent sheen.

Ball (form): Balls are usually shaped from a larger piece of crystal and may have planes or flaws within them. They emit energy in all directions equally. 

Barnacle (form): A barnacle crystal has many small crystals covering a larger crystal. 

Bridge (form): A bridge crystal grows out of another larger crystal. It assists in bridging gaps and bringing things together.

Carat: The standard measure of weight for precious stones and metals. A carat is equal to 0.007 oz (0.2g).

Cathedral Quartz (form): Cathedral quartz may appear to be composed of several convoluted pieces, but these are in fact all part of the main crystal which has multiple terminations with at least one point at the apex.

Channeler (form): A channeling crystal has a 7 sided facet at the front of the termination and a triangular face on the opposite side. It channels healing energy or information from higher sources. 

Cleavage: The way a mineral or rock breaks along a certain plane, or in a certain direction.

Cluster (form): A cluster has many points bedded, but not necessarily fixed, into a base. The crystals may be small or large. 

Companion (form): A companion crystal has two crystals entwined and partly growing in each other, or a small crystal that grows out of the main crystal. 

Cross (form): A cross formation has one crystal at right angles to another, usually larger crystal. 

Crystal: A naturally occurring substance whose atoms are arranged in a regular manner. 

Crystal System: The systems in which crystals are grouped based on their symmetry. There are 6 crystal systems: cubic, monoclinic, triclinic, trigonal/hexagonal, orthorhombic, and tetragonal. 

Diamond Window (form): Flat faces at the top of crystals are called windows. A diamond window is large and connected to the apex and the base.

Double Terminated (form): A crystal with two naturally faceted ends. 

Dull Luster: A shine that reflects very little.

Earthy Luster: A non-reflective mineral luster.

Egg (form): A crystal cut in the shape of an egg. 

Elestial (form): An elestial has many natural terminations and folds over a multilayered crystal. 

Etched (form): An etched crystal that looks as though hieroglyphs or cuneiform writing has been inscribed on its faces. 

Faces: The External flat surface that make up a crystal’s shape.

Fault Line: An inner flaw or break in a crystal that refracts light and appears to divide the crystal into sections. 

Fluorescence: The optical effect whereby a mineral appears a different color in ultraviolet light than in ordinary daylight. 

Fracture: The distinctive way a mineral breaks.

Friable: Minerals that easily crumble are referred to as friable.

Gemstone: A mineral, usually crystal-like, which is valued for its color, rarity, and hardness.

Generator (form): A generator crystal has six facets meeting equally in a sharp point. 

Geode (form): A geode is contained within an outer form. When opened, it is hollow with many crystals pointing inward. 

Geologist: A scientist who studies the Earth and its structure and composition.

Gridding: The placing of crystals around a building, person, or room for protection or enhancement energies.

Habit: The general shape of a mineral.

Inclusion: Any material that is trapped inside a mineral during its formation, often producing a rainbow.

Iridescence: A play of colors that looks like oil on water that occurs when light reflects off internal elements of a rock or mineral. 

Layered (form): Plate-like crystals such as lepidolite are referred to as layered. 

Luster: The way in which light reflects of the surface of a mineral.

Manifestation (form): One or more small crystals are totally enclosed by a larger crystal. 

Matrix: The bedrock on which crystals are formed.

Metallic Luster: A shine like that of polished metal.

Mineral: A naturally occurring solid with specific characteristics, such as a particular chemical composition and crystal shape.

Mineralogist: A scientist who studies minerals.

Mohs Scale: A scale of hardness used in classifying minerals. It runs from 1 to 10 using a series of reference minerals, and a position on the scale depends on the ability to scratch minerals rated lower.

Occlusion: A mineral deposit within a crystal, which usually shows up as cloudy patches, spots, or a ghostlike image depending on the color of the material.

Opaque: A substance or material that does not let light pass through it.

Ore: A rock or mineral from which metal can be extracted

Phantom (form): A phantom crystal appears ghostlike within the body of a larger crystal. 

Pleochroic: In a crystal, appearing to have two or more different colors or shades of color, depending on the angle from which it is viewed. 

Point (form): Points may be natural or artificially shaped. A single crystal point has a faceted pointed end and the other end tends to look ragged where it has been separated from a cluster base. 

Prism: A solid geometric figure with a set of faces parallel to one another.

Pyramid (form): A crystal with four sides on a base, but the base itself may be squared off if the crystal is natural (i.e. apophyllite) rather than artificially shaped.

Record Keeper (form): A record keeper crystal has clearly etched pyramid shapes on its side or sides. 

Resinous Luster: A shine like that of resin.

Scepter Quartz (form): A scepter quartz is a large central rod around one end of which another crystal is formed. 

Seer Stone (form): A seer stone is a natural, water polished stone that is cut to reveal an inner world. 

Specific Gravity: The ratio of a mineral’s weight compared to the weight of an equal volume of water.

Square (form): A square crystal consolidates energy within its form. It’s useful for anchoring intention and grounding. 

Streak: The color of a mineral’s powder. It is less variable than the color of the mineral, so is a more reliable identification tool.

Striation: One of multiple, usually parallel grooves or scratches on a rock surface, produced by abrasion associated with glacial movement, stream flow, a geologic fault, or meteoric impact.

Tabular (form): A tabular crystal has two wide sides resulting in a flat crystal which may be double terminated. 

Transmitter (form): A transmitter crystal has two seven-sided facets with two perfect triangles between them. 

Tumbled (form): Refers to stones that have been polished in a large drum with grit, resulting in a smooth and often shiny stone.

Vitreous Luster: A shine like that of glass.

Vogal Wand (form): A crystal with specially created, indented facets with specific angles down the sides of a quartz wand. 

Wand (form): A crystal in the shape of a wand, either naturally occurring or artificially cut. 

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Imagine being in a secret relationship with your father’s best friend, Dean Winchester.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

A/N: Just making it clear, Reader is 19+ although I have not specified it. This is clearly an AU.

“No sweetheart, we won’t need anything.” your father said as you dried your hands with a towel.

“Really? I mean dad, I could easily make something for you to eat. You order pizza and burgers practically every time and-”

“(Y/n)” your father cut you off with a small smile that you didn’t get to see often as his blue eyes focused on you “We will be just fine. You know the Winchesters, they never really have any preferations.” he shrugged just slightly and you chewed on your lower lip.

“It’s just- all I’m saying is I have time, no homework or anything.” you said as casually as you could. You didn’t want your father to start doubting you even for a second and you’d risked too much already.

“I know, angel.” he placed a hand on your shoulder “But you’re on your first year of college, just enjoy it you deserve this. And by enjoying it I don’t mean spend hours upon hours cooking for me and my friends.”

“You know I wouldn’t have a problem anyway.” you shrugged and he nodded his head.

“I know, but it’s alright. We will be fine.” he rubbed your arm and you sighed in defeat.

“If that’s what you-” you didn’t get to complete your sentence as the doorbell rang and – you tried to hide it as best asyou could – but your breathe hitched in your throat.

“I’ll go get that.” you said a little too fast for your liking but maybe you were thankful for how clueless your father was at times- alright maybe all the time. There were moments you thought he just couldn’t be from this Earth, from his awkwardness to his lack of knowledge about human norms and references you couldn’t help but think that he was an angel or something.

“Hey” you heard the person say as a big grin spread on their face as soon as he looked at you.

You couldn’t help the skip of your heartbeat “Hi” you said a lot more shyly than you wanted to “Come in Mr Winchester. I-” you glanced around “I thought that- that-” you started saying, more like stuttering as you let him in and he let a soft chuckle. Gosh that deep, rough, manly laugh of his that made the butterflies go crazy.

“That Sam would be coming?” he asked but shook his head “Nah he’s too busy being a nerd as usual.” he laughed softly and you smiled. Dean stood there for a moment as you fidgeted with your hands, he glanced around him for a second before opening his mouth to speak but was cut off before he could utter a word.

“Dean?” you heard your father call out and immediately you took a step backwards, almost without realizing it, and putting more distance between you and the older Winchester.

“Hey Cas” Dean grinned, a different kind of smile than he had previously given to you. So much different. A grin that was always different from the one he’d give to people, because the smile he’d give you always meant a lot more than he’d say or feel for anybody else. Oh yes you were screwed.

“Long time no see, buddy?” he chuckled as the two men hugged and for a moment you just looked at them with a fond smile on your face. You loved their friendship more than anything. Your father was not one to open up easily, and with all the family drama that you’d found out went on in his life, you were surprised at how close he was with the Winchesters. He considered them family and you’d learned to consider them as such to once you got to meet them.

“It certainly has been, Dean.” your father said in his usual deep and calm voice “Please come on.” he motioned for him to get in the living room as you followed behind closely, head almost bowed down; therefore missing the look dean gave you.

“Is Sam not with you?” he asked as Dean took a seat on the couch and your father on the one right in front of him.

“No, too busy with a case or something. Usual lawyer stuff.” Dean shrugged.

“Uhm” you spoke up a little hesitantly “Would you like anything to drink Mr Winchester? A beer or something?” you asked as he looked up at you.

“A beer would be great sweetheart, thanks.” he winked at you, giving you that signature Dean smirk and you nodded your head.

“Dad?” you looked at your father who nodded his head.

“A beer, thank you angel.” he smiled softly at you and you gave him a small smile. After a final glance you turned to make your way to the kitchen, unable to shake of the feeling of a pair of eyes following your every movement until you were out of sight. If only you could spot the way Dean was biting his lip then.


“Mhm damn (Y/n) you really outdid yourself with this one.” Dean said or more specifically moaned, practically through a mouth full as he ate on the apple pie you had just served them.

“Thank you Mr Winchester.” you offered him a small smile, sitting down next to him as you glanced down at your book.

The book whose one sentence you had been reading for the past hour or so. Your father insisted you could stay in your room or his office if you wanted some quiecy but you claimed you could still read and stay with them in case they needed something. Truth was it was just another excuse to steal glances at the insanely handsome man sitting next to you. Insanely handsome and… much older. Well, he was your father’s friend too but- you didn’t want to get started with that too. Truth was that just that’s what you had been doing the past hour, sneaking glances of the man and trying not to let it show how you practically melted on the inside every time he laughed or grinned. And as if that was not enough, he had to make all those sounds while you ate that just were so not appropriate. Your father didn’t think much of it but you

“She always makes sure to save a piece or two for you every time she makes pie.” your father said with a small smile and your eyes practically widened in shock.

“Really?” Dean asked, a sly and almost satisfied smirk slowly spreading on his lips “Wow (Y/n) that’s really thoughtful. Thanks sweetheart.” he winked at you as he licked his lips.

You almost choked on plain air so you only cleared your throat, giving your father a glare before shrugging as casually as you could “It’s no problem Mr Winchester. I know how much you like pie and since dad is not such a fun- I don’t really need to gain any more weight.” you tried to play it off with a soft laugh.

“Bullshit.” Dean scoffed “You’re gorgeous either way.” he said without almost realizing it, only seemingly speaking his mind. Fact that made you smile, blush and at the same time feel completely uncomfortable considering your father was standing right there.

“Thanks I guess.” you said with a small smile, not looking at him or anything for that matter but your book.

“Mhm” Dean hummed, as he still winked at you and didn’t say anything more as he kept on making those… so not appropriate for public noises as he ate on his pie. You just couldn’t help but admire for a moment the way he licked his lips and threw his head back for a moment. Boy and were you hooked on his lips in that moment. Those fully, rose, soft lips of his that- How was it possible that this man could turn eating pie into pure porn?

“If you’re done flirting with my daughter-” your father said a little more pointedly than you’d ever heard him before as he gave a look to his friend “-And making all these sounds-” he added and for a moment you held your breath, thinking that maybe he’d caught onto more than he let it show that he knew.

Dean merely grinned and shrugged “You know me man, I love eating a little too much.” he chuckled as he ate the last of his pie.

Well, that could have more than one meanings.

The mere thought made you shake your head and try to focus back on your book. You felt your cheeks burn but you only hoped to anyone that would listen that they weren’t paying any attention.

“That I do know.” your father sighed with a shake of his head and you sneaked a glance at him over your book to see that he indeed had not suspected something. Or at least not understood what Dean was implying.

“Alright-” he cleared his throat “-Remember that client I talked to you about that I met last Tuesday?”

“Uh blonde, short shorts, 5'9, C cup and-” he glanced at you as he started saying the next, obviously, asset but stopped himself when he saw the hard look on your face. He cleared his throat as he tried to fight off his own smirk.

“Yeah” he looked at Cas “I remember her. You sold her the house by the center, right?”

“Yeah. Well, she has this friend that has a great interest in cars. He wanted to talk with someone that specifies in them, since some of them have a few problems. He sells most of them but every time has to do a check first so he asked me if I knew someone and I thought about you. I have his phone and number would you be interested?” he asked and Dean nodded his head at his friend.

“Yeah, Cas. You know I am all up for cars.”

“Good because-” you stopped listening after that as you collected their plates, goosebumps forming as your fingers brushed with Dean’s, and made your way to the kitchen a little too fast. You need a glass of water, as cold as possible to get all those ideas out of your mind and of course the sounds he had just been making.


“Uh where’s dad?” you asked, your pace slowing down as you came back to the living room and noticed your father’s absence.

“He went to get the phone number of some guy in his office, not sure where he’s put it though.” he said slowly, glancing in the hallway that lead to your father’s office.

“Right. The bimbo’s friend.” you said through pursed lips as you practically snatched the book from the coffee table and all-but-glared at the page in front of you. And your anger – well, let’s be honest it’s all called jealousy – didn’t lessen in the least bit when you heard him laugh. He was seriously laughing at you? What the hell was this man even thinking? This was not amusing, like at all. You thought that for a moment he was mocking you for being jealous over another woman. A woman that without any doubt he could have all over him in second and- damn it. You felt jealousy burn inside you like a fire.

“What?” you almost snapped at him but were only met with raised arms and an adorable smile.

“It’s just-” he grinned, gosh that boyish grin would be the death of you “You’re so fucking cute when you’re jealous.” he confessed and you scoffed, looking back at your book.

“I’m not jealous.” you mumbled but where only met with some silence and shuffling. Before you could look up you felt two fingers grab your chin and another hand grab your book and take it away, almost throwing it on the floor. Dean made your head turn to look at him and you realized just how close your faces were.

“And even cuter when you blush while denying it.” he said and you shivered when he ran his thumb over your lower lip.

“Mr Winchester” you whispered, eyes furiously jumping around in alert; mostly behind him scared your father would show up any given second.

“Sshh” he leaned closer “Relax. We’ve done this plenty of times, haven’t we? And I’ve told you many times, it’s Dean.” he smiled softly and you held your breath.

“But- but my father could just walk in any moment.” you whispered, your voice not daring to get any louder than that. You shifted slightly to get him off you but it was impossible. In a swift and quiet abrupt move he grabbed you by your waist and made you lay down on the couch so that he was on top of you. Your bodies were pressed as he sandwiched you between his body and the couch, his weight resting on you and making you unable to swallow as he put a leg between yours.

“Come on sweetheart-” he whispered, his lips brushing past yours “This wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

“But- but we’re on the couch and he could just-”

“And last time we were in his own closet, not remembering we even had any clothes on when we got in it.” he grinned with a simple shrug and you bit your lip at the memory. You had forgotten a notebook in your father’s bedroom and while there to fetch it Dean had found you – claiming to your father he was going to the bathroom. And to top it all? Your father had decided to venture in his bedroom for whatever the heck he wanted.

“And the time before that we were in your room that just so happens to be next to your fathers while he and Sam were still awake talking about whatever lawyer-y stuff Sam could help your father with the houses.” he added before you could utter another word.

And the time before that- we were in the shower together while your father was in his office and I supposedly asleep on the guest room.” he continued and you had never felt your face heat up more than this very moment.

“Alright!” you said a little too loudly “Alright I get it.” you cleared your throat, and lowered your voice tone “I remember that.” you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled softly, his chest vibrating.

“This is not the same, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled and he gave you a hard look at which you just shook your head “What if he walks in? What would you do then? What would I do then? He’s my father- he’s your best friend!” you tried to reason with him.

“That would understand. That will understand when the time comes.” he said firmly and you only sighed with a shake of your head “Besides- We’ve talked about this, and we’ve been through with it. Yes, you are my best friend’s daughter. And yes there is no fucking way I’d let any other boy touch you the way I have and you know it too.”

You just couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at the way he said those words, the posessiveness and passion that laced his voice made you bite your lip. This was probably wrong- Hell, it was wrong. You were in a secret relationship with you father’s best friend, he was so much older than you and the things you did with him were not all that innocent. You knew that what you felt for him, and what he felt for you, was true but that didn’t take away the fact that thisshouldn’t be happening.

“That doesn’t mean you had to break his hand either.” you mumbled, looking up at him shyly and he grinned satisfied with what he’d done at a bar he’d spotted you with some friends once.

“You told him you were not interested and he kept touching you. I told him he should back off and he didn’t. What was I supposed to do? He was asking for it.” he shrugged and all you could do was stare up at him as you slowly brought a hand up to cup his cheek. Sure you had a hard time explaining why Dean had been so possessive and so angry at the guy hitting on you.

“You just can’t help it, can you?” you whispered and he grabbed your face with one hand grinning that same predatory smile that had you most of the time bare and shaking his arms in the very end.

“Hell no.” he growled as he looked down at you and without even giving you a warning he crashed his lips to yours. A gasp left your lips as you almost lost it when he attacked your mouth not only with kisses but also bites.

You shivered as his hands ran all over your body. His one hand ran down your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh and you cursed yourself for wearing shorts. You almost moaned into his mouth when he grabbed your ass and gave it a squeeze and you felt his other hand move from your face down to your chest and to your waist. He didn’t hesitate to yank your shirt a little upwards almost tearing in the process as he ran his hand over your waist, your belly and up to your chest. Your breathing became heavy swallow as he pressed harder on you, especially with his leg. You grabbed onto his hair, hearing him growl in the meantime and bite harder down on your lip. Even if you didn’t want to you opened your mouth and felt his tongue battle with yours as he kissed you hungrily.

“De-Dean” you almost moaned but mostly whined as he let out a soft growl, rubbing himself on you as his teeth grazed over your lips. Your fingers now dag onto his back as you fisted the flannel in your other hand and arched your back to get as much friction as you could. Dear you couldn’t be seriously thinking about things like this this very moment but he could take your breath away and have you all over him with such ease.

Your breath got caught in your lungs when you felt his hand trail from your ass to your thigh again and up to your waist. Until of course he started lowering it and fidgeting with the buttons of your shorts. You shifted in your place, eliciting a groan from him and you mumbled an apology for making his work harder. You just found it impossible to not move in anticipation. His fingers felt to be making goosebumps form every time they accidentally touched your skin as he struggled to free you. For someone that had done this plenty of times it always made you smile how nervous he could be with you at times. Gosh, you loved this man so fucking much. You panted as you arched your your hips so that you’d help him and you felt him grin into the kiss when he actually succeeded.

He managed to unzip your jean shorts and just as his hand finally came in contact with your skin, just before he could move it lower-

“Found it.” your heard your father say, his voice sounding far distant but certainly getting louder as his footstep.

You gasped and immediately pushed Dean away, him scurrying to get himself off of you. Not that it was so easy considering the mess of limps and shakiness you both were. You cleared your throat, smoothing down your hair and clothes – not missing the small rip Dean had managed to cause on your shirt – and hurried to grab your book from the floor. Dean himself cleared his throat and fixed his hair as fast as he could. He glanced at you though and saw you were actually shaking a lot more than him. He held your hands for a moment, steadying them to hold the book properly and leaned in to kiss your forehead tenderly.

“Relax. Everything’s alright.” he whispered and you gave him a weak smile, feeling your entire face burn and your lips tingle. You had no doubt they looked all red and kiss-swollen. You gave him a small smile and nod of your head, your head already burying in your book as you heard your father walk into the living room.

“I had been searching everywhere on the desk and papers but it was on the drawer.” your father sighed as he sat on the couch “I really need to clean up in there.” he sighed as he finally looked at you.

He frowned for a second “Everything alright?” he asked, looking between the two of you. Dean grinned, glancing at you before finally looking at his best friend.

“Just perfect

Headcanon: Gestation and Incubation Periods/Growth Rates

Because alien babies are important.

(Based on the general rule of “The larger the heart has to be, the longer the pregnancy” exhibited in humans and animals and less based on the actual gestational periods of the animals the races are based off of.  Excluded vorcha because I don’t even have a CLUE on them.  Feel free to add them on if you have ideas!)

Asari/Batarian/Drell: Like humans, their babies remain in-utero for 9 months, and have about the same growth rates.

Krogan: Krogan are complicated, and have both a gestation and incubation period.  The mother typically remains “pregnant” with her eggs for up to 3 months.  Since krogan are known for having clutches of hundreds, but also having many stillbirths, live eggs are “born” larger than those that are stillborn (as stillborns wouldn’t hatch to begin with, so it only makes sense that the size of the egg is a giveaway).  Eggs that make it to the incubation stage are still small enough to fit in the palm of your hand.  Over a period of roughly 10 months, the egg and fetus inside will continue to grow until it hatches.  Baby krogan are initially rather small, but have voracious appetites and never stop moving, thus packing on fat and muscle over their first handful of weeks and grow quickly until they become the big chubby krogan babies we all in the fandom know and love at roughly a month old.  Afterward, they continue to grow quickly (though not quite so quickly as their first month) until adolescence, when their plates finish forming and their growth rates spike again.

Turian: Baby turians are born super small, and thus their gestation period lasts 4-5 months maximum and continue to develop outside the womb, similar to marsupials (living in mom’s cowl rather than in a pouch).  They initially grow quickly and are roughly the size of a human baby by the time they’re 6-8 months along (2-3 months old [it varies from baby to baby]).  They develop cognitively at roughly the same rates as human and asari babies, but are already mobile at only a handful of months old (most commonly crawling, but walking isn’t entirely unheard of).  At roughly a year old, their growth rate “normalizes” and matches that of most other species.

Salarian: Since salarians live the shortest and fastest lives of the races, they grow and develop the quickest.  They lay hundreds of small eggs, hardly the size of grapes, in water to incubate.  The baby salarians take only a handful of days to hatch, and grow out of their “tadpole” stage after only a few weeks and continue to grow at astronomical rates until reaching adult size at around or before ten years old.

Elcor: Being one of the largest races and coming from a planet where there’s a strong gravitational pull, the elcor gestational period can last up to nearly a year and a half (18 months).  Elcor babies grow and develop very slowly in comparison to other species, though they are able to stand and walk on their own merely hours after birth.

Quarian: Quarian babies are also very similar to human babies, with pregnancies usually lasting 9 months.  However, due to their weak immune systems, complications often lead to quarian children being born prematurely or with disorders (if mom wasn’t being taken care of properly.)  Baby quarians also tend to have stunted or slow growth rates.  Despite this, they develop cognitively far quicker than other species, which oftentimes gets them into trouble.

Hanar: Baby hanar are born nearly the same as our Earth jellyfish.  Hundreds of thousands of pea-sized eggs are fertilized underwater and swept away by the currents until they hatch after anywhere between a few hours to a few days.  Afterward, they begin to develop in stages.  During their first infant and child stages, hanar babies cling to the depths of Kahje’s oceans, feeding and growing like polyps (cared for by any willing mother, which is why we never see female hanar) until they reach their teenage years, when they finally integrate fully into hanar society.  Developmentally, they’re not ready to leave the ocean until their adult years, hence the lack of young hanar on the Citadel or anywhere else.

Angara: Angaran babies are roughly the size of premature human babies and gestate for a total of 8 months.  Rates of their growth and development are similar to those of a human, if not a tad quicker.  However, sunlight is more essential for young, growing angara than it is for adults, and the amount they receive can affect both their growth and the development of their body’s bioelectric charge as they age, making it harder to manipulate or making the individual more sensitive to the sun and “overcharging” them easily, which could easily be considered a disorder.  For this reason, as soon as they’re able to walk, most angaran toddlers and children are prompted to spend as much time outside as possible, and the activity aids in the growth of muscle mass as they grow older.

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        Des internautes s'amusent à imaginer les ébats torrides du nouveau président avec Manuel Valls ou Jean-Luc Mélenchon. Morgane Tual   


« Brusquement, Manuel Valls fut tiré de ses songes par une main agrippant sa cravate, et l'attirant irrésistiblement en avant. Des lèvres chaudes vinrent se poser contre les siennes, il ne comprenait pas ce qui arrivait.  (…) Emmanuel lui mordit la lèvre en grognant. »  Dans  un texte intitulé « L'Alliance »,   un (ou une) internaute raconte comment Manuel Valls a trahi sa promesse au Parti socialiste pour rejoindre Emmanuel Macron pendant la campagne présidentielle… dans des circonstances sans doute éloignées de la réalité. Ce récit est une « fanfiction », ou « fanfic » : une histoire rédigée par des internautes, souvent dérivée d'une oeuvre de fiction comme  Harry Potter ou  Twilight, mais qui peut aussi s'inspirer de personnages réels, voire de la politique.


Sur la plate-forme  Archive of our own,   un des plus grands sites de fanfictions,  70 récits environ   mettent en scène des personnalités politiques françaises. Comme le veut souvent le genre, il s'agit surtout d'histoires d'amour, la plupart du temps entre deux hommes, parfois racontées de façon très explicite. Emmanuel Macron semble être l'actuel favori de ces récits :  plus d'une quarantaine de fanfics   lui sont consacrées. Les internautes aiment notamment l'imaginer  en couple avec Manuel Valls,   lui aussi  très populaire   dans cette communauté, tout comme  Arnaud Montebourg.   Le nouveau chef de l'Etat est également mis en scène avec des journalistes, comme  Martin Weill,   de l'émission « Quotidien », sur la chaîne TMC, ou même le célèbre youtubeur Cyprien .

Naguère confinés à la sphère privée, ces fantasmes s'affichent donc sur Internet. Certes, les fanfictions sur la vie politique française représentent une niche microscopique - en comparaison, Harry Potter  a inspiré près de 140 000 récits sur la même plate-forme. Mais cette pratique, ainsi que celles du « shipping » (le fait d'imaginer deux personnages en couple) et du « slash » (quand il s'agit de deux personnes du même sexe), a infusé depuis plusieurs années les cultures Web. Pendant le débat à onze avant le premier tour de l'élection présidentielle, des internautes  ont ainsi réclamé   sur Twitter des fanfictions mettant en scène Emmanuel Macron et Jean-Luc Mélenchon, à grand renfort de captures d'écran d'un regard intense du premier posé sur le second.  Dont acte.

A prendre au premier degré ? Pas toujours, loin de là. Une bonne partie de ces fanfictions politiques relèvent de la blague entre internautes. Avec des citations savoureuses qu'on se partage sur les réseaux sociaux :   « Je vais tellement te faire crier que tu vas me dire que le libéralisme est une valeur de gauche », sussure ainsi Emmanuel Macron juché sur Cyprien. Le ton est parfois moins grivois. Certains habitués ont à leur actif des dizaines de fanfics basés sur d'autres univers, comme la série  Game of Thrones , le manga  Death Note  ou le roman  Les Misérables . Humour et fantasmes ne sont d'ailleurs pas incompatibles : le genre « slash » joue souvent la carte de la dérision, même lorsque le fantasme est sincère.

La petite gloire d'Emmanuel Macron dans cet univers à part comble en partie le trou laissé béant par Barack Obama depuis son départ de la Maison Blanche. L'ancien président américain a en effet inspiré  environ 400 fanfictions  sur Archive of our own, et ses frasques imaginaires avec le premier ministre canadien, Justin Trudeau, sont fameuses sur le Web. Les internautes ont même donné au couple un petit nom : « trudobama ». Une recherche suffit pour découvrir que ce « ship » ne se limite pas aux fanfictions : montages photo, gifs et « mèmes » humoristiques se promènent encore sur la Toile.

Seokjin Scenario: Baby Come Home.

Request: Hello lovelies, can I request a scenario where Jin is a single dad. One day he looses his 2yrs old child (can be Tae or Jungkook) and eventually sees him in a small cafe Y/n runs. He sees how you take care of his son and finds it cute and can’t help but fall in love at first sight again. His son thinks y/n and Jin should get together and wants y/n to be his mom. haha Tnx

Genre: Fluff / Family

Seokjin liked plans, specifically when he could follow through, when his plans worked out because his life, though he loved it, was a bit hectic since he opened his eyes in the early morning until he closed them late at night. Balancing out his work with being a full on dad and still managing to keep a little bit of social life and sanity wasn’t exactly the easiest. His life had given a full on turn two years ago when he found himself looking down at the smallest baby who was fixing his innocent eyes on him while Jin cradled him between his arms. Seokjin knew that he would make it all for his son right then even if he had no clue of anything, he was afraid, he was alone on the ride of raising up a child but after some bumps on the road and a little help from his closest ones, he’d made it through. He liked to believe that he was a great dad, that he could take care of Jungkook now as naturally as he drew breath.

His son was usually a quiet kid even if he liked to climb and wander, and Jin wished he could be staring at Jungkook’s pretty eyes but he wasn’t because somehow, he’d lost his son in the middle of the mall. He wanted to shake himself repeatedly or something, he should have noticed Jungkook’s absence sooner and he had a good half an hour freaking out, asking for a little boy with raven black hair, wide eyes, dressed with a blue stripes sweater, a jumpsuit and a red cap.

–Calm down Seokjin, calm down, he’s got to be here somewhere – Jin took a few breaths, he was everything but calm, he was sweating, hyperventilating, standing near a small fountain with the balloon he’d gone to buy for Jungkook, one step away from tearing all of his hair off or having a heart attack, or both.

He thought about Jungkook alone, vulnerable, scared, and what if someone took him away and Jin would never get to see his son again? Jin shuddered and everything went downhill from there.

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Looking At You (Part Two)

Catch up on Part One HERE

Thanks for all the love guys! I’m trying to tag everyone who liked/reblogged but if you want to be added to the list, or taken off please just let me know!! Sorry if anyone got tagged twice in the list, and if your name is strikethrough it means I tried to tag you and couldn’t!!

Enjoy :)



“God dammit.” Tony couldn’t stop himself from recoiling when he flipped on the lights to the lab and saw the soldier sitting by his desk. “You can’t just come in here. This is my lab. What are you even doing in here?”

“Sorry about that.” Bucky apologized. “I was hoping you could take another look at my arm.” He lifted the heavy limb. “It just doesn’t work like it’s supposed to and I know you are better at this sort of thing than Banner is. I’d really appreciate it.”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “No. I can’t. You need to leave. I’m sorry but you need to leave. I’ll call Banner for you or something, OK I’m sorry but please just leave.”

“You don’t have to be sorry all the time.” Bucky said then, and Tony crossed his arms.

“Is that so?” He retorted, but his voice was shaky and he hated that.

“It’s okay to not be alright all the time, Tony.”

Tony looked away, folding his arms tighter across his chest. “I’m fine. I’m always fine.”

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Tali Z’orah cosplay

Costume is finally done! :D
Helmet was sculpted and cast in resin. The face plate was vacuum formed and tinted purple in a ipoly dye bath.

Armor bits are leather, resin casts or worbla over foam.  The prop gun is foam.

Quarian swirl fabric and hexagon fabric were custom printed spandex from Spoonflower.

I will be debuting her at Dragon con next month! :D

The Sun Will Always Thaw The Winter - Part 1

Request from @fandom-rpblog: Hey. Can you please do a one-shot or story where reader/y-n was created by hydra to be like the female equivalent of the winter soldier, (Cuz there were some missions that they couldn’t have tws just barging in so they would go like under cover as like a couple or something like that you can decide on that if you want.) But like bucky she had a life before. Where ever tws goes she went and they got separated and after hydra fell they found each other again. possible love/fluff/smut or all 3

Note: Okay so I have decided that given that this request holds a substantial amount of history between the characters it will be a series. I’m not sure how long it will be yet but once I have an idea I will let you all know <3

The Winter Soldier x Hydra!Reader

Words: 1,781

Warnings: Torture, violence and fighting…..think that’s all. Anything I have missed let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

You were surrounded by a sea of pink flowers as you rolled around rather childishly with the young man that had stolen your heart. His hazel coloured eyes were so intense that each time you looked at them you found yourself drowning in them. His smile was enough to make you melt on the spot and as you stopped rolling, ending up underneath him, that was exactly what you were faced with…his gorgeous smile and the twinkle in his eyes drawing you right in.

The image faded from your mind briefly as you found your surroundings turning more hostile. There were numerous people stood around you as you felt a heavy contraption surrounding your head. It felt like you had been hit by a train, or a rather large truck in the very least, and as you felt yourself beginning to fall back in unconsciousness a thick accent spoke out to you.

“What is your name?

“[f/n] [l/n] My name is [f/n] [l/n]…” Yours words croaked themselves out, barely even audible to anyone else in the room other than the male stood beside you, but even as you said them you could feel them beginning to drift away already –almost like as you remembered it the memory left you not long after. “I’m from…..I’m from Brooklyn….”

“She needs another wipe.”

“Yes sir.”

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“Plagg? Marinette said you wanted to see me?” Tikki paused at the hatch leading up to Marinette’s balcony and frowned when there was no answer. Deciding that the silence was too innocent, she phased through and floated up. “Honestly, if this is another one of yours and Trixx’s pranks, you silly cat-”

Tikki trailed off, eyes going wide as her breath caught in her throat. All of the strung lights on the balcony had been plugged in, and were added to by about half a dozen tealight candles flickering gently from where they were scattered around the balcony. One was resting on the small table, along with two larger objects. Tikki floated closer, then gasped and covered her mouth with her tiny hands at finding two cupcake-sized cheesecakes resting on tiny plates.

A form only slightly larger than her own and covered in dark, velvet fur pressed against her side, cheek rubbing against her own in feline affection. “I knew you’d like it. It’s been a while since we’ve celebrated our anniversary, and, well…” Plagg fidgitted, and Tikki couldn’t help a delighted giggle as she hugged him tightly.

The other kwami were convinced that Plagg didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. Tikki knew better.

Plagg squeaked, then hugged her back just as tightly before breaking away. “Come on, before the cheesecakes go bad. Marinette found a recipe called ‘death by chocolate’ for yours.” He shook his head in amusement. “I know how you love your chocolate.”

Tikki gave a small laugh, diving in for another hug. Yes, she loved chocolate, but she loved her grumpy, sweet other half far more.

Distraction (Piercer!Jungkook)

Plot: #38: “Stop being grumpy. It’s lame.” + #41: “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.” + #54: “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?” + #69: “Do it and I’ll shave your eyebrows.” with piercer!Jungkook

Word Count: 690

A/N: so I will start working on preschool teacher!hobi, it should be out either tomorrow (I don’t know if it will bc I have a quiz that I have to study for and take so I may not have time) or the following day but until then, here is some fluffy!Jungkook, the link for this post is piercer!kook (here)

Getting to spend a movie night alone with Jungkook wasn’t a daily thing. The both of you had your own schedules, your own jobs that took up a lot of your time, your own friends and families. He always seemed to have something to do, a client to see, a piercing he wanted to get, a tattoo he wanted to design. The two of you shared an apartment, small but cozy. When you had time off, you wanted to do things together, explore the city around you, taste the foods, run through the streets at night. He was an adventurous person, he liked testing his own limits to see how far he could go, as well as testing yours. The chance of convincing him to stay at home and do nothing but watch movies all night was slim, especially when he’d had a busy week but there was at least one movie night a month.

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14 Juillet 2017

Toute la journée, niçois et touristes ont déposés des plaques au nom des 86 victimes de l’attentat du 14 Juillet 2016 sur le Quai des Etas-Unis à Nice. A la demande des familles et des proches des victimes, les 12.000 plaques forment les mots de la devise française : Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité

Throughout the day, Niçois (inhabitants of Nice) and tourists placed coloured plates with the name of the 86 victims of the 14th July 2016 terror attack on it, on the Quai des Etats-Unis in Nice. At the victims’ families and loved ones’ demand, the 12.000 plates form the words of the French national motto : Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité

anonymous asked:

uhm hi i really love all your fics! they give me life man. and uhm. what about a jaehyungparkian doctors!au? would love to read one.. thanks a lot tho for providing this fandom the much much needed fics. it's so damn scarce i cant even..


this turned out a bit longer than planned and I sneaked in a bit of Dopil I hope you don’t mind. Also I hope this doesn’t disappoint <3

Jaehyungparkian & Dopil; 24 Hour Shift 

featuring Surgeon!Jae, Trauma Surgeon!Brian, Medical Chief! Sungjin and Residents! Dowoon and Wonpil

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6:00 - 1:00

“Sleep is a luxury that you won’t have the time for,” Doctor Kang drawls, staring down at his clipboard and not sparing the scared gaggle of new interns so much as a simple glance as he keeps on talking. “I expect you all to be here on time and respond to any and all of my calls,” he continues, making the residents listless on their feet at the sharp tone of his voice.

Wonpil shares a look with the quiet boy standing beside him. Yoon Dowoon, his nametag reads in a messy sort of scrawl, just this side of unreadable to make Wonpil think that he won’t have much problem getting the infamous doctor’s hand-writing down. He looks as scared as Wonpil feels, eyes wide as he stares at Doctor Kang and the busy whiteness of the hospital bustling behind him.

“Your shift will start at six o’clock am and end at 5 o’clock the next morning,” Doctor Kang explains, smirks just that little bit wider when Wonpil and a few of the other interns whimper at the thought. Honestly, Wonpil had hoped that after graduating from medical school his sleep schedule would normalize a bit. By the sounds of things, that doesn’t seem too likely to happen.

“If I see any of you slacking off,” he goes on, completely oblivious to the lanky blonde man that’s carefully slinking his way over to him. Wonpil stares, as do the rest of his fellow residents. The man is wearing a bright set of yellow scrubs, a white coat thrown over them that doesn’t do much to hide the bright color. He has a pair of golden glasses sitting crookedly on his nose and what Wonpil can only describe as a shit eating grin playing on his lips. “I will not hesitate to-”

“To what?” the man cuts in suddenly, draping an arm over Doctor Kang’s shoulder and smirking down at the man. “You’re such a hypocrite, Brian. If I remember right - and I do, you were always the one passed out in the maternity ward back in our residency days.”

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anonymous asked:

What's Instagram raw?

Instagram Raw is raw done in such a way that each meal is carefully composed for aesthetics, and may or may not actually be nutritionally correct.

Coconut oil, pureed veggies, and organs are often pre-portioned and frozen into cute little shapes. Quail eggs are artfully arranged in bowls because they’re cute and speckled. Sprigs of fresh produce spring perkily from the bowl. (The bowl is always spotless, or made of cork and locally sourced copper, or hand crafted in conflict-free ceramic by blind lepers from Bangladesh.)

Dainty little chicken hearts are placed in a row. Luscious chunks of pork are hand-selected for their color and shape, and are carefully placed in the bowl (or on the plate!) to form a little pig outline. Brightly colored fish radiate out, in a macabre sunburst design.  Smears of pureed liver surround everything, and are lightly sprinkled with turmeric, black pepper, and cinnamon* to fight free radicals. (* Ceylon, not Saigon, you peasant!)

The whole damn thing is then photographed in a lightbox and posted to instagram with 47 hashtags before being served to the poor dog.

Hashtag rawisbest. Hashtag mypuppylovesraw. Hashtag quaileggs. Hashtag blessedtohavelocalrabbits. Hashtag onlyfeedorganic. Hashtag rawfedalways. Hashtag deathnuggets. Hashtag kibblefeedersarenazis. Hashtag Imbetterthanyou.



JANEL + KWAKU aka Chef Adjepong

These two are more than just soul mates they are separate entrepreneurs and joint partners in their own business. Janel is the founder and operator of DECOR MOXIE which happens to be a famous interior decorating company. Kwaku is a personal chef that not only fills his client’s stomachs with delicious food, but food that is the most nutritious. He has been featured on THE FOOD NETWORK on the hit competition series, CHOPPED.

Now together they bring their other passions, besides each other, to form PINCH &PLATE, a business that they created out of abundant request to plan and accent dinner parties for everyone and anyone. Janel handles the “PINCH” part by decorating the home or venue and Kwaku is the “PLATE” part of the business doing what he does best… making mouthwatering food.