poor engineer

The Sand and The Sea

Thank you @agentcalliope for being an A+ beta
8100 words of unbearable angst with just enough found family love to make it okay

Without speaking, all of them agreed that there was something almost childish about the way the five of them stood huddled together in the hangar that wasn’t their own and realized just how off their gravity had been for the last eighteen months.  Their return had been unexpected and they could see the sun, the Earth’s sun, just beginning to rise through the window.  Aside from Jemma’s soft “Oh” at the pale light, no one spoke.  Across the hangar, May and Coulson were speaking to a kind faced older man in a sharp suit who kept throwing sympathetic looks their way.  Saying words the rest couldn’t hear, he handed Coulson an envelope and left.  Coulson turned to May and she laughed.

“Space does weird shit to people,” Daisy said.

Jemma raised her eyebrow.  “I turned out okay.”

Mack laughed, causing Elena to whine (she only half stood, propped up against his shoulder with her eyes fluttering shut despite her best efforts).  

“You’re not sleeping anyway,” Mack told her, before turning his attention back to Jemma.  “I think those were different circumstances.”

“Yeah,” Fitz added.  “Just slightly.”

Another day, they might have all laughed.  But all anyone could think of was their own exhaustion.  They returned to silence and watched as May and Coulson began walking towards them.  Coulson waved the envelope at them and May jingle a set of car keys in her hand.

“Grab your things.”

“Where are we going?”

Coulson smiled at Daisy.  “A government apology,” he said simply, and gestured for his team to collect their bags and follow May to the waiting van.

Jemma looked down, smiling softly as Fitz took her hand.

“Which way are we driving?” he asked.

Coulson took a piece of paper out of the envelope and glanced over it.  “South.”

Squeezing her hand, Fitz pulled Jemma towards the van, ushering her into the far back and into the seat against the driver’s side window.  

“Are you ready?”

She cocked her head as he sat down in the middle seat, leaning into her as Daisy climbed in to sit on his other side.  “To be in a car on Earth?”

Fitz smiled.  “That too.  But the sun’s rising.”

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He Overheard

Originally posted by deeepsleep

Prompt: “could you please do a Bones/Reader where it’s like, one night you drunkenly confessed to Jim that you have a sort of ‘doctor kink’ (or he finds out somehow about it) so whenever Bones is near you, Jim is all smirk-y and giggly, but Bones just usually passes it off 'cause it’s just Jim, but eventually Jim can’t hold his tongue and he tells Bones and he gets all blushy 'cause he likes you, so Jim cooks up a plan for you two to get together? haha sorry it’s long but I looove your writing so much xx”

Pairing: Bones x reader

Warnings: language

Words: 2096

A/N: Sorry this is a little late, y’all. Moving has been really stressful and it’s eaten a lot of my time lately. Thank God for my tireless Beta, who puts up with me incessantly asking questions and sending her things late, as well as yelling at me when things aren’t quite up to par. <3  

Ladies night. It had taken so long to actually get everyone together, but finally, you and Uhura had managed to wrangle a few other women from the bridge, the medbay, and engineering to have a night of fun when the ship was docked. Christine Chapel from down in medbay had gone on a supply run, while you and Uhura prepared your living space for several more occupants than it should have. You’d decided that keeping it on ship would be easier, as you’d have fewer unwelcome guests at your shindig.

“That should just about do it!” Uhura says, tossing another pillow in the corner to complete the last seat around your low table.

“Finally, now we just need Christine to get back with the…” You’re cut off by the door opening, and Christine appears in the doorway, arms full of bottles.

“A little help?” She gestures her head towards one of the bottles that’s about to fall. You rush to her, snagging it before it can drop and you take a few other bottles out of her arms. Grinning, you set the bottles and glasses up, chatting with Christine and Uhura until the other women arrive.

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Do you ever think that maybe one day Bucky will storm into Tony’s workshop to drag the poor overworked engineer out, and toss him over his shoulder exiting the workshop.

Tony squawk indignantly demanding he be it down.

Bucky smirks at the tiny but cute genuis. Smacking him on his behind he strides into the elevator.

“Wait…what’s going on?”

“You’re about to serve your country.” Bucky teases.

anonymous asked:

Never have I ever written a Star Trek au


Captain Allura, of the USS Castle, with her personal assistant (former officer, jack-of-all-trades, here for the fun) Coran.

First Mate Takashi Shirogane, leader of away missions, generally the diplomat of the two (Allura can, just don’t spring it on her, for everyone’s sake)

Science Officer Pidge, the youngest to ever hold the title

Chief Engineer Hunk, who would like everyone to please stop asking unreasonable things of the poor engines, they don’t deserve this, including Pidge climbing inside for a new idea PLEASE GET OUT

Communications Officer Lance, who duel-majored in that and navigation.  He wanted to be navigation aboard the USS Castle, but…

Helmsman Keith, who is Not So Great with the whole ‘teamwork with a crew he’s stuck with for five years’ part but really good at the ‘Flying in adverse conditions’ part, and one won out over the other.

Also featuring: Doctor Matthew Holt, here to mock the hell out of everyone dumb enough to end up in his med bay.

So I just watched the last StevenBomb

I feel that I should point this out.

In the trial episode, Blue Zircon mentions that the only one to cover up Pink Diamond’s shattering is another Diamond, as they are the supreme leaders.

That doesn’t necessarily mean that a Diamond is the only one that could kill another Diamond.

In real life, a diamond cannot be scratched by any other mineral, it can only be scratched by another diamond. Hardness depends on the diamond’s purity, crystalline perfection and orientation. Diamonds that are flawless, pure crystals will be the hardest and these will be able to scratch other diamonds. The purest diamonds without any impurities are colorless diamonds, aka “white” diamonds.

However, scratching a diamond and breaking it are two different actions.

In all actuality, other things can break a diamond. The toughness of diamond is about 2.0 MPa which is good compared to other gemstones, but poor compared to most engineering materials. So if you take a hammer and hit a diamond hard, it will shatter.

In conclusion, diamonds may be the hardest stone, but they’re still quite brittle.


OTP challenge with @rextexx​  Day 2 : Flowers 

we still do over part separately,so Rex’s fic has no relate with mine.

(I always have this headcanon about pyro plant flowers in the base~)

and please GO under the cut and read Rex’s short helmet party ffic!!!

it’s sooo lovely !I’m assure you it will warm your heart!!!


by @rextexx

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when her father dies, jemma simmons meets her long-forgotten step brother, who came to their family searching for his relatives. while being with jemma and her mother, fitz acts as the best step brother in the whole world. after all, he missed his sister. times passes and jemma starts having doubts about leo fitz being her step-brother. because the way he looks at her doesn’t seem like he’s a brother to her. what kind of secrets leo fitz hides and how did jemma simmons manage to fall for him? and how her absolutely-not-step-brother turned into her lover and crime partner? (listen // insp.)

anonymous asked:

For all that Stan is supposedly a grasshopper, it didn't stop him from buckling down and really pushing himself physically and especially mentally to get his brother back for 3 decades. Poor education, no engineer friends he could call for help, no summoning dream demons after one year of getting nowhere, nothing but himself and a crazy book with a bunch of weird nonsense and codes and partial schematics that might as well have been Greek to him.

Is this a shot at ford, this feels like a shot at ford

But no I think that was exactly the point of his character growth (rather than the slot he filled when he was ‘just half of a dynamic duo’).  Narratively speaking, Stan getting thrown out was a catalyst for him to work hard slay hard and start winning.  His initial journey (and tbh imo Ford’s catalyst too) was proving he could make it just fine on his own (which neither of them succeeded at).  

That’s not to say that Stan wouldn’t have always done anything necessary to save his brother, mind you.  But I’m of the opinion that his experiences surviving on his own gave Stan the tools he needed to survive no matter what, and gave him the tools to keep going no matter what.  No matter how bad he wanted to quit or give up or how impossible everything seemed. In the scope of the story, it puts Stanley in an ‘I’ve survived worse’ character position (not unlike Post-Portal Ford).  Plus, the Pines boys just are extraordinarily strong-willed.

I like this particular ask because it also feeds into my personal opinion that Stan is actually very smart when he puts the effort in/finds something that interests him.  He’s done extremely clever things throughout the show, and I happen to know from experience that being ‘the dumb one’ is a very easy way to shirk responsibilities of all flavors (and make your opponents/marks wildly underestimate your ability), which Stan is prone to doing (unless, again, he’s interested in something).  But, on the other hand, when you’re constantly told you’re not smart (which, look at Stanely’s life), you believe it.  Imo, just because of who Stan is, and what we’ve seen, it seems like a combination of both things, whether conscious or unconcious or both as needed.

tl;dr:  The Grasshopper/Ant comparison is a generic storytelling tool to give the audience an expectation of how events are going to unfold.  In AToTS, that dynamic sets up the boys up in a way that you can see where their story (or that chapter of their story) is going; it’s an age-old anecdote of The Studious vs The Slacker (which is what Stan admitted he was doing throughout high school) that ends in The Slacker (quite literally) left out in the cold.  That comparison is meant as framework, not deep character meta (overall, imo, Stan perfectly embodies the ‘Crouching Moron, Hidden Badass’ trope).  But for the catalyst that separated the boys, the framework reads Grasshopper/Ant to me.

It was really, really weird changing social classes through college.

So I’ve always been good at math, and my family has encouraged and supported me greatly (to the point of incurring the same debt I am to send me to college). I’m going into my senior year in engineering school with about 60k in loans already, which will be 100k when I get out.

Thing is, poor kids don’t go to engineering school. I grew up homeless, didn’t always have food, the stereotype. And suddenly I was surrounded by people who debated welfare as a philosophical issue, who were paying their exorbitant tuition prices with trust funds, and tried to teach privilege to me from the top of an ivory tower.

“I understand,” my girlfriend would say when financial issues abounded “but I feel like you should have tried harder.”

Meanwhile a friend would call me from home and ask me for $50 to turn his phone back on so he could use it to apply for jobs, because I *was* better off now. And he got a job.

Today I saw a girl post about how she “won’t focus on others so much anymore, because it’s time to focus on herself.” She’s just used her parent’s money to pay for a 40 thousand dollar cosmetology degree. I don’t like engineering. I like English, would kill to go to community college for it. But my mom is disabled, and I need money to pay for her care.

It was really, really weird shifting, and I have to say I’m not sure I like it.

Technology-impaired MC

Sorry, it’s been a little while since I posted anything. My original goal was to post at least three things a week, and now I have officially moved more than halfway across the country so I will have much more time from here on out (now that I am mostly unpacked). I was in some serious need for humor since I’m in the process of getting everyone’s bad ends and right now being mean to Seven is bringing me pain. Now that I’ve successfully rambled y’all’s ears off…here’s RFA + V/Saeran’s reaction to a technologically incompetent MC.

Requests are open.~


  • thinks it’s cute
  • not that he’s a tech genius himself
  • when he first found out he had to pause for a moment and just…look at you
  • “Did you just ask me…how to tripter??
  • you’re blushing
  • “I don’t know how it works but I want to see your tripter bot selfies
  • omg so cute
  • he’s muffling laughter as he shows you how to set up an account
  • “You know I can send you all those selfies myself…”
  • can’t resist laughing when you mumble something about not knowing how to save pictures on your phone


  • he’s pretty knowledgeable about technology - especially computers
  • LOLOL helps with that
  • so when you ask him how to connect your laptop to the internet
  • he’s rattling off the wifi name and password and not even thinking about it
  • “Uhm…I meant…in general…”
  • what
  • “MC you don’t know how to get internet on your computer???”
  • how have you survived??
  • he suddenly feels Very Manly™ being able to teach you something
  • “Don’t worry, Superman Yoosung to the rescue!”


  • her job requires her to understand technology
  • especially since Mr. Han doesn’t
  • but she’s not really fazed
  • you asked her while blushing to help you figure out how to turn the coffee machine on
  • there was literally no sarcasm in her voice as she showed you
  • it’s literally just a button that says on/off how did she not tease you
  • honestly she finds it kind of endearing
  • you are never nervous to ask her for help again no matter how ridiculous it seemed
  • though mostly Jaehee made sure to handle most technology-related tasks from now on
  • for which you are super grateful


  • same
  • just…same
  • this boy had to have a freaking engineer help him replace his SIM card
  • and doesn’t know how to use a vending machine
  • so there is no judgment
  • …however, there’s also no asking him for help
  • the poor engineer is basically on call at this point
  • Jaehee has to help you both poor overworked girl she does not deserve this tbh
  • RFA enjoys teasing you both
  • you two don’t mind though you can’t be good at everything


  • he finds it absolutely adorable
  • teases you all the time about it
  • purposely asks you to do things he knows you have no idea how to do
  • you’re stubborn and insist you can figure it out you never do
  • and then he “rescues” you
  • at least he’s tech genius enough for the both of you
  • you do like to try to learn from him
  • but somehow it never sticks
  • “Honestly I’m surprised you manage to use the messenger with no problem” ofc he’s smirking as he says this
  • “Well, to be fair, I’ve never figured out how to update my status on there…” oh that explains so much


  • he used to be fairly technologically competent
  • but his impaired vision kind of mitigates that now
  • he finds it cute when you ask him how to do really simple things though
  • like how to use Netflix or upload pictures on a computer
  • “You are adorable, did you know that?”
  • but it’s never said with condescension
  • he’s always willing to help and even writes down instructions so you can use things when he’s not there to help
  • not that you can read them omg his handwriting is so bad
  • “Uhm…if I type these up…will you show me how to print them?”
  • he has to read them to you as you type and walks you through the process it’s so cute


  • shocked tbh
  • there are still people who don’t understand technology?
  • well…he didn’t learn until get out from under his mother’s thumb so he guesses it makes sense
  • he’s always torn between annoyance and amusement when you ask for help
  • he usually settles on amusement
  • defends you when Saeyoung teases you even though he’s thinking the same thing tbh
  • tries to teach you the basics so you can handle things on your own
  • gives up fairly quickly
  • can’t believe how quickly the information seems to leak out of your brain
  • loves feeling like the hero for once tho tbh
Unique Relationship

Clearing some stuff found this ole Rizzles fanfic one-shot I wrote couple years ago and published in FF.net and AO3. It was based on a season 6 scene, the only one worth my rizzles’ time.

Scene 1: Maura and Jane on a boat. Jane’s rowing, while Maura is trying to fish evidence.

Scene 2:, Maura is with Kent on a motorboat. Kent tells her he thinks they (M&J) have a “unique relationship”

It was just too much of a prompt, so I wrote this one-shot. I miss their banter and laughing with them. Miss my head canon. I miss Rizzles.


“Maura? Why would you make me row and have our resident superhero take a motor boat? Not fair.” Jane leaned on Maura’s kitchen island, almost pouting behind her cup of coffee.

“I went to drop fish back and they were scared already -poor things-, so the engine was not an issue. But how did you find out?” Maura looked deep inside her own mug for a way out –not finding any. Instead, she found a surge of anger towards Kent. He had just crossed the line; oddity cannot explain indiscretion -she had explicitly told him to tell Jane he had rowed.

“How do you think? Mind reading, of course, while I was standing behind Susie and Superhero at the café and heard them talking, and you still haven’t answered.”

“Susie and Kent?”

“The very same ones. And the line was very long, so I also got to hear them discussing us.”

Maura’s eyes opened wide. Slowly, dreadfully, they moved up until they found Jane’s eyebrows perched up as high as they could go.

“I have no idea why they would do something as indiscreet as talking about me -us, and in a public place. Anyone could have heard.”

“And anyone did.” Jane pointed at herself.

“I am disconcerted about Kent, but Susie… How can Susie do something like that, she is not- Are you sure Susie was talking about me?”

“Maura, come on, you are Da Boss, and people talk about Da Bosses with their colleagues, but no, she wasn’t talking, she was just ogling Kent. And you are evading the issue. Why would Kent tell her that we have a rather… wait, what was the word? Strange? No. Unique. He said you and I have a very ‘unique’ relationship, and that you said you were still trying to figure it out.”

Maura continued the meticulous investigation of the last of her coffee and shifted in her seat, not quite finding a comfortable position.

“I only said "Me too.”

“Me too what?”

“Well, he said, and I quote, 'You two have a unique relationship. I’m still trying to figure it out.’ So I said 'me, too’. That is all.”

“Did you really say that? No, wait. Did you really say that to him? And are we now that close to discuss personal matters with superhero? No, never mind that. What do you possibly have to figure out about our friendship?”

“That was a passing comment, not even a conversation, and I don’t see why he should have told Susie, and-”

“Maura, that is not a reply.”

“You are blowing this out of proportion.”

“Oh, am I?”

Maura shifted her shoulders and shook her head once, rapidly, dismissing the whole conversation.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“Because I want to know what do you have to figure out about our friendship.”

Maura realized she had no way out. Jane Rizzoli was in full detective mode, and she was not going to back down.

“All right. I do find our… friendship odd at times. I can’t help it and, honestly, I am surprised you have never questioned it.”

“What do I have to question? You are my best friend. End of story.”

Maura looked at Jane trying to ascertain if the sincere tone was reinforced by a matching facial and postural reaction. There was a complete match; Jane was not showing any signs of understanding the issue. Maura’s shoulders drooped.

This was not how she had expected the topic to come out. Then again, she saw it as nothing more than a clinical consideration, a fact –or rather, a series of facts leading to a logical conclusion. That, of course, didn’t mean anything other than what it was: an observation, an anecdote, one of a million possibilities. One possibility that she had already discarded as not worth exploring -mostly due to Jane’s wide range of possible negative reactions.

The distinctive shifting in Jane’s Procerus and Orbicularis Occuli muscles told her quite clearly an answer was expected.

“All right. It is not so much as figuring out something, but rather, an observation. A hypothesis, actually.”

“And that in English would mean…?”

“We’ve known each other for a very long time now, Jane, and we have come to share with each other what we have not shared with anyone else. Our closeness is, or rather, may be construed as unusual.”

“Okay, not following.”

“When was the last time you had a friend with whom you shared everything? Someone whose house is almost like yours? With whom you spend almost all your entire free time, and have welcomed into your family? Who is the first person you run to when something bad or good happens, or call in the middle of the night? Who is the only person you allow to enter your personal space, apart from a boyfriend?”

Jane’s expression shifted from annoyed to thoughtful.

“Exactly. And I can’t speak for you, but I have certainly never had this type of friendship before. The only time I ever had this closeness with someone was with someone I was dating, and even then, I doubt I shared with them what I share with you.”

The thoughtful frown was erased by the weight of realization, draining all color from Jane’s face. The word “what” formed in her lips but no sound came forward.

“And it’s not just that. I think by now it should be sufficiently clear that losing each other would be utterly devastating. Am I correct?”

Jane’s tiny nod was the only movement in her otherwise stunned self.

Maura’s temptation to gloat became strong, and she realized how much she was enjoying leaving Jane speechless for a change. That thought erased any concerns about discussing her thoughts about this topic with Jane, and also fueled her to continue. So she continued, just as she would when discussing a finding of a particularly interesting autopsy.

“So, my hypothesis is that neither of us have ever considered our friendship to be nothing more than a friendship, because we are not, in theory, attracted to women. But there are sufficient studies to indicate that not only is sexuality fluid, and it is quite possible that it could fluctuate at any point in time in our lives; but there is also a long history of studies of how our subconscious minds would make us misinterpret anything outside our universe of knowledge and experience.”

Maura paused for brief second, aware that Jane’s blank stare could possibly mean she was not following her train of thoughts. She decided a clear analogy was in order.

“What I mean is, we could be staring at something without recognizing what it is, something that was quite accurately depicted in the movie "The Gods Must be Crazy”, when Xi, a San tribe member, found an unbroken Coke bottle in the middle of the desert and-“

"Okay. Stop, Maura. Just stop right there. What…” Jane swallowed, as if it could help her digest Maura’s monologue. “What- What are you trying to say?”

Maura shifted her shoulder. “I am not trying to say anything. I just told you.”

“Stop the grammar commando right there. You told me… what exactly?”

“What if what we think is a really close friendship, could -or should, in fact-, be something else?”

Jane’s voice shattered in a tiny million sharp pieces, glass of doubt piercing her. “Maura? Are you coming on to me?”

Maura laughed and lifted her finger, pointing it up. “Well, that would be a reductionist approach to my chain of though. And no, I am not coming on to you. I am just telling you what I meant when I told Kent I was still trying to figure our relationship.”

“But… we’re friends. Close friends. And the fact we may have never had another close friend doesn’t need to mean anything…” The certainty in Jane’s words was betrayed by the evident shaking of an even hoarser voice. And why do I even doubt myself? Jane waved the whole thought off and laughed, downing the rest of her now cold coffee.

Maura’s finger went up again for a second, as she got off her chair.

“I’ll do a little experiment that will undoubtedly prove my point. Let me show you.”

She covered the two steps to Jane’s chair slowly. Wide open brown eyes stared back, unblinking. A playful hint of a smile curved Maura’s lips up. As she was four inches from Jane, she lowered her eyes and focused on her lips.

Maura could easily tell that Jane was holding her breath; her eyes were like those of a little rabbit coming out of her hole only to find a fox waiting, grinning, outside.

Maura shortened the distance by an inch and softly bit her lower lip. Another inch forward, and her lips felt the heat of Jane’s small, silent gasp. She could almost taste the fresh coffee in Jane’s breath.

Her eyes drifted from Jane’s lips to her eyes, and took a step back, a large satisfied smile showcasing her dimple.

Jane exhaled audibly, her lips only closing to allow her throat to swallow the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

“Oh. Just one more thing.” Maura reached to Jane’s neck and softly placed her index finger on her jugular, closed her eyes for two seconds, and let her hand fall back again.

Jane remained silent, completely still.

“Well, my hypothesis was correct.” She shifted her shoulders and sat back on her chair, smiling with her eyes as her tongue pushed the inside of her cheek.

“Let’s see: fully dilated pupils, accelerated pulse, gasping, cutis anserina as I touched your skin, forceful exhaling. Yes, you are quite capable of reacting to me physically. Strongly, I might say.”

Maura’s eyes unfocused, her brow tight, cataloguing her own reactions.

“Hm, interesting. I seem to display the same symptoms…”

Jane’s first movement was a blink.

Maura smiled tentatively, waiting for a quip, a “what the hell?”, something, but nothing came out of Jane’s parted lips, even though they moved trying to form words.

Silence grew thicker, and it woke Maura up. She glanced at her large wrist watch.

“Oh, look at the time! We’re running late.”

Maura took her bag and placed the soft leather handle comfortably on her shoulder. She turned towards the door. When she realized Jane was not following her, she turned back to her.

“It seems that we will be having an interesting conversation sometime in the near future, but now we must go, Jane. Duty calls.”

Maura stood by the door, keys in her hand, smiling satisfied as she saw a speechless, trembling, ghostly-white Jane Rizzoli fumbling her keys and following her.