power take off

#intense #insane

COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP
TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WAR DRUM

I don’t give Coal enough attention tbh, he’s really fun to draw

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Conduits aren’t monsters. No, see powers don’t kill people. Oh no, it’s the person behind the powers that kill people”


*epilepsy warning*

Distraction Redux - 2 (Harrison Wells/Reader)

Part One

Imagine Dr. Harrison Wells strolling in on you drunk and laying on his desk half naked…oh the things that can happen…

**This is a revival/new content/new look version of this series. I want to do it justice and feel like the first part went well. Stay tuned!**

Originally posted by fibu

You bit down on the wire crimps in your mouth as you reached into the panel for a wire in the back. You’d been working on this new containment system since this morning stopping only briefly to grab some lunch. You’d felt so embarrassed and throwing yourself into work was the only thing that was keeping your from turning into a big bright red tomato.

 Despite keeping busy you couldn’t shake this feeling that something happened last night. Something between you and Dr. Wells. You stomach churned at the thought of what it could be.

“Ow, shit!’ Your hand recoiled out quickly.

“I told you to take the power supply off.” Cisco practically sang as he worked on the conductors to the new prison idea. He had complained at first that Dr. Wells was being paranoid and that the particle accelerator was prison enough. Then you planted the idea of some big scary green metahuman with rage issues and he became eager to work on it, even started having fun.

“Hush you.” You scowled at him shaking your hand as it tingled, “I didn’t want to take the time undoing all of the power couplings…you know how long it takes.”

“Uh huh and now you went and…got hurt…Y/N, that looks bad.” He put down his tablet walking over to you.

“I’ve had worse.” You told him as he looked at your hand, “I’ll be alright.”

“Y/N, your thumb has a black mark and your fingers are starting to blister!” He looked to your face wide eyed with concern, “Go, and no you don’t have a choice. I’ll finish up.”

He pushed you out of the way and toward the door as you rolled your eyes. You knew he wasn’t wrong, but still had to give him a hard time, “Fine, just make sure you unplug everything.”

“Ha ha…very funny.” He smirked at you as started out, “Say hi to Caitlin for me.”

You smiled a little walking down the hall. You would never admit it to Cisco, but your hand really hurt. It only began to hurt more as you stepped off the elevator heading for the Cortex.

“Caitlin!” You said cheerily as you rounded the corner into the Cortex, “I might have tried to become the Flash today…don’t be…mad?”

You looked around the room seeing no one. Then you heard the mechanical sound of his chair, “I sent Dr. Snow home for the night. She looked tired, did you say something about the Flash?”

You turned seeing Dr. Wells rolling out from him office as you held your arm like an injured bird. You felt your ears get warm at the sight of him, “Oh…it was a joke. You know how Caitlin likes her lectures. I was just trying to be funny.”

“Funny about…what?” His eyes trailed from your face to your hand concern immediately falling over his features, “Your hand…”

“It’s not…”

“Let me take a look at it.” He interrupted you rolling toward the med bay.

Your mouth opened slightly but you only ended up nodding as you followed him. He asked you to sit down on the bed as he began opening drawers. You watched him sighing as he opened another drawer moving things around “Uh…Dr. Wells, is everything okay?”

“Obviously not, you’ve experienced an electric shock and have minor burns on your hand.” He spouted off quickly.

“I meant, with you…” He stopped and looked at you taking off his glasses as you sighed looking down at your hand, “Something happened this morning, didn’t it?”

“What makes you say that?” He put his glasses back on bringing over burn gel and bandages.

“…you’ve become much colder…” You spoke quietly as he took your hand in his “You ordered me to work on your force field. You didn’t ask me, you ordered…and if I hadn’t embarrassed myself so greatly this morning I might’ve fought back a little. It’s either something happened, or you’re really pissed off that I don’t call you by your first name.”

“Why don’t you call me by my first name?” He paused looking to your face still holding your hand. When you didn’t answer right away, “I will tell you what happened if you answer that question first.”

He watched your face turn pink as he started to apply the gel, “I…choose to not call you by your first name in order to keep a barrier between us. It’s not appropriate for me to act on the feelings I have because you’re my boss and I regard you with the greatest esteem.”

“You…have feelings?” His eyebrows shot up as you nodded slowly, “Oh…”

As he sighed you cringed as the gel began to sting stung before feeling some relief, “Alright, I explained…so spill. What unspeakable thing did I do this morning that put you off?”

His eyes flicked to you as he thought about what to say. In this moment he had two options, to lie or tell you the truth. Lying to you would be easy. He could just say nothing happened, smile and shrug it off. Saying you were passed out and exposed, and that he simply was a gentleman who covered you up. That his attitude for the day had been because he was worried about Barry.

“This morning…” He began.

Or…he could tell you the truth. That you were drunk and came on to him. That you kissed him and wanted nothing more than to feel your lips on his again. To feel that connection that he’d didn’t know he needed until that moment. 

“Yes?” You stared at him as he wrapped your hand with bandages, “This morning…?”

“You were drunk.” He tied of the bandage off clearing his throat, “And you…were on my desk…when I found you, you were topless wearing only what you woke up in.”

The flush in your cheeks intensified to a point he couldn’t stand it. You were beautiful to him and he didn’t want to embarrass you. He looked into your eyes seeing your eyes brim with tears, “And you kissed me.”

“What?” You stood up feeling the tears fall. You took your hand from him standing up, “Dr. Wells…I am so sorry…that was inappropriate. I will…I will grab my things and give my notes to Cisco.”

“Y/N, I’m not asking you to leave.” He took your good hand stopping you from leaving the room, “It’s not like I haven’t thought about us being in a position like that.”

“You…what?” You looked down at him as he put your hand between both of his.

He smirked a little circling the bottom of your wrist with his thumb, “When you find someone attractive, daydreaming is sure to follow.”

 “I…I am…not exactly sure what to say now…which is strange cause I’m a babbler as you know.” You told him standing still soaking in the look he was giving you. For once you felt like he was truly focused on you and it made you feel incredible.

“You don’t have to say anything…” He tugged you down into his lap forcefully. It startled you how strong he was. He put a hand on the nape of your neck and slowly drew you into a kiss. 

Your lips were like fire against his. A heat that he desperately need to feel the cold solitude of the last fourteen years. He pulled away looking into your eyes when he finally needed a breath. The hazy look in your eyes pleased him.

“How…could I forget that?” You bandaged hand reached up to his cheek.

“In your defense…Caitlin, makes a really strong cocktail.” He smiled when he got a laugh out of you, “Have dinner with me.”

Your laugh died down and you looked at him, “…Dr…Harrison…”

His heart fluttered when you said his name, but the sad longing look in your eyes answered him, “You can’t…”

“I want to…I really want to…” You told him and started to get up putting a hand on your stomach. You paused looking into his blue eyes staring into yours. You took a deep breath your heart pounding in your ears, “You know what…no…fuck it.” 

He looked up at you surprised at your language, “Is…that a yes?”

“Yes…hell yes. We’re doing this.” You told him smiling brightly as your hand fell to your side as you relaxed a little.

“Great…I will…text you details.” His twinkled at you as he put his hands in his lap, “But I have to finish some work tonight um…I’ll check your hand in the morning and we’ll have dinner tomorrow night.”

“It’s a date.” You smiled leaning down giving him a peck on the cheek, “I should check on Cisco anyways, knowing him he’d be here all night rewiring my work.”

He let out a small chuckle as he watched you walk out of the Cortex glancing back at him. He sighed heavily taking off his glasses and wiping a hand over his face. What had he just done? He reacted poorly and with emotion instead of logic.

He pushed the wheelchair forward heading for the time vault. Once securely inside he stood up dropping the glasses into the chair, “Gideon…”

“Good evening Dr. Wells.” The interface popped up in its usual manner.

He rubbed his hands together as he walked toward the interface, “Bring up any records of Y/N L/N starting from now…”

“Of course…calculating…three records found.”

“Open them.” He stood in front of the screen as the files opened up. The first document read…

“Cause of death was impact from the fall…”

An autopsy report, an obituary, and death certificate. His heart sank as he stared at the screen. 

You were going to die…

[College!AU] Gray Fullbuster is the Captain of the hockey team of Magnolia University and he is not looking for love, not after being dumped six months before by his ex. What he didn’t expect was to meet Juvia Lockser, a Figure Skater that has the power to take his mind off his problems and to make him smile. Maybe love will find him. (x)

How to reply to anon hate

- got a song stuck in your head? Recite the lyrics

- “awww you’re cute :3”

- quote your fave youtuber/celebrity

- speak a different language? Insult them in spanish/chinese/russian

- order a pizza

- rate them

- correct their grammar (srsly most of these fuckers don’t know shit about spelling)

- “sorry this user is busy. Try again later”

- “is this nash grier”

- “hi darling how was your day”

- give them a shopping list

- why not try a classic? “Your mum’s ugly”

- memes

- “error”

- “you’ve been hacked”

- “lolzor”

- tell them a joke! they appear like they need cheering up

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Christmas lights!! :D

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Last meal at the loft <3

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Imagine Robb and Bran Comforting You after Your Best Friend, Jon, Leaves for the Wall

You missed Jon terribly, and Robb and Bran knew that. They did everything in their power to take your mind off it. Robb took you on as his official sparring partner when he worked with Ser Rodrik. Bran would call you into his room when Old Nan was telling stories, and whenever he and Hodor would go for walks, Bran invited you along. You appreciated their kindness, and it did help to get your mind off Jon, but you couldn’t help but miss your best friend.

Distraction - 2(Harrison/Reader)

Part One

Note: no edits were made to this post… too sick to care, but i had fun writing it! Thanks again Anon for the idea!

Originally posted by hurricane-5

You reached your hand into the machine reaching for the wire. You’d come down to the basement almost immediately after the incident upstairs. You felt so embarrassed and getting to work was the only thing that was going to stop you from turning into a tomato.

You couldn’t shake this feeling that something happened. Something between you and Dr. Wells.

“Ow, shit!’ Your hand recoiled out quickly.

“I told you to take the power supply off.” Cisco practically sang as he worked on the conductors to the new prison idea. He had complained at first that Dr. Wells was being paranoid and that the particle accelerator was prison enough. Then you planted the idea of some big scary green metahuman with rage issues. He became eager to work on it and even started having fun.

“Hush you.” You smirked at him shaking your hand as it tingled, “I didn’t want to take the time undoing all of the power couplings…you know how long it takes.”

“Uh huh and now you went and…got hurt…Y/N, that looks bad.” He put down his tablet walking over to you.

“I’ve had worse.” You looked at you hand, “I’ll be alright.”

“Y/N, your thumb has a black mark and your fingers are starting to blister. Go. You don’t have a choice. I’ll finish up.” Cisco told you pushing you out of the way.

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, just make sure you unplug everything.”

“Ha ha…very funny.” He smiled at you as you walked away.

As you got of the elevator your hand started to feel worse. Cisco had been right for you to come get checked out. As you walked into the cortex you tried to find something funny to say to Caitlin to ease the lecture you were about to get, “Caitlin, I might have tried to become the Flash today…don’t be…mad?”

You looked around the room seeing no one. Then you heard the mechanical sound of his chair, “I sent Dr. Snow home for the night. She looked tired, did you say something about the Flash?”

You turned seeing him enter the cortex. You were holding you elbow like an injured bird and could feel your ears get incredibly hot, “Oh…it was a joke. You know how Caitlin likes her lectures. I was just trying to be funny.”

“Your hand…” Concern fell across his features, “Let me take a look at it.”

You nodded following him to Caitlin’s workstation. He asked you to sit down on the bed as he began opening drawers, “Uh…Dr. Wells, is everything okay?”

“Obviously not, you’ve experienced an electric shock and have minor burns on your hand.” He spouted off.

“I meant, with you…” You told him. He stopped and looked at you taking off his glasses. You sighed, “Something happened this morning, didn’t it?”

“What makes you say that?” He put his glasses back on bringing over burn gel and bandages.

“…you’ve become much colder…” You told him, “You ordered me to work on your force field. You didn’t ask me, you ordered…and if I hadn’t embarrassed myself so greatly this morning I might’ve fought back a little. It’s either something happened, or you’re really pissed off that I don’t call you by your first name.”

“Why don’t you call me by my first name?” He looked at you taking your hand carefully, “I will tell you what happened if you answer that question first.”

He watched your face turn pink, “I…choose to not call you by your first name in order to keep a barrier between us. It’s not appropriate for me to act on the feelings I have because you’re my boss and I regard you with the greatest esteem.”

“You…have feelings?” You nodded slowly, “Oh…”

He sighed and started to apply the burn gel on your fingers. You cringed as it stung you, when you started to feel relief, “Alright, I explained…so spill. What unspeakable thing did I do this morning that put you off?”

His eyes flicked to you as he thought about what to say. In this moment he had two options, lie or tell you the truth. Lying to you would be easy. He could just say nothing happened. He found you exposed and passed out and simply was the better man and covered you up. That his attitude for the day had been because he was worried about Barry.

“This morning…”

Or…he could tell you the truth. That you were drunk and came on to him. That you kissed him and wanted nothing more then to feel your lips on his again. To feel that connection that he’d didn’t know he needed until that moment. 

“Yes?” You stared at him as he wrapped your hand with bandages, “This morning…?”

“You were drunk.” He tied of the bandage, “And you…were on my desk…when I found you, you were topless wearing only what you woke up in.”

The flush in your cheeks intensified to a point he couldn’t stand it. You were beautiful to him and he didn’t want to embarrass you, “And you kissed me.”

“What?” You stood up feeling tears come to your eyes, “Dr. Wells…I am so sorry…that was inappropriate. I will…I will grab my things and give my notes to Cisco.”

“Y/N, I’m not asking you to leave.” He took your good hand stopping you from leaving the room, “It’s not like I haven’t thought about us being in a position like that.”

“You..what?” You looked down at him as he put your hand between both of his.

He smirked a little circling the bottom of your wrist with his thumb, “When you find someone attractive, daydreaming is sure to follow.”

 “I…I am…not exactly sure what to say now…which is strange cause I’m a babbler as you know.” You told him standing still soaking in the look he was giving you. For once you felt like he was truly focused on you and it made you feel incredible.

“You don’t have to say anything…” He tugged you down into his lap. It startled you how strong he was. He put a hand on the nape of your neck and slowly drew you into a kiss. 

Your lips were like fire against his. They were a heat that he desperately wanted. He pulled away looking into your eyes.

“How…could I forget that?” You bandaged hand reached up to his cheek.

“In your defense…Caitlin, makes a really strong cocktail.” He smiled when he got a laugh out of you, “Have dinner with me.”

Your laugh died down and you looked at him, “…Dr…Harrison…”

His heart fluttered when you said his name, “You can’t…”

“I want to…I really want to…” You told him and started to get up, “You know what…no…fuck it.” 

He looked up at you surprised at your language, “Is…that a yes?”

“Yes…hell yeah. We’re doing this.” You told him smiling.

“Great…I will…text you details.” His twinkled at you, “But I have to finish some work…I’ll check your hand in the morning and we’ll have dinner tomorrow night.”

“It’s a date.” You smiled leaning down giving him a peck on the cheek, “I should check on Cisco anyways, knowing him he’d be here all night rewiring my work.”

He watched you walk out of the cortex glancing back at him. He sighed heavily taking off his glasses and wiped a hand over his face. He reacted poorly and with emotion instead of logic.

He pushed the wheelchair forward heading for the time vault. Once securely inside he stood up, “Gideon…”

“Good evening Dr. Wells.” The interface popped up in its usual manner.

He tossed his glasses on the chair and rubbed his hand as he walked toward the interface, “Bring up any records of Y/N L/N starting from now…”

“Of course…three records found.”

“Open them.” He stood in front of the screen as a file opened up. The first document read…

“Cause of death was impact from the fall…”

An autopsy report, an obituary, and death certificate. His heart sank. 

You were going to die…

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[infi angrily insisting that the council outlaws noses]

It’s a quiet day for the Councilors in the Council Sanctum, yet tedious and arduous like the rest. As the sun sets behind them through the tinted glass of its overlooking window, casting shadows against their forms with a blinding severity, the final hearing draws to a close and the lawmakers turn their thoughts towards home, or a good strong drink.

But it was not to be. Light pours through the darkened door opposite the Council seating in the loft, as it is forced open by the most unlikely of intruders. A human. Stunned silence fills the sanctum as shocked processors attempt to unravel the mystery of how exactly it could be that a human be alive and breathing on the Cybertronian surface, in the Council Hall no less, and have had the power to-

“Take. Them. Off!” It demands furiously, in a voice louder than it should ever have been capable of, further stirring its audience. “Take them ALL off. Now!” It orders again, only to be met by confused silence. No one has come to remove the human. The guards are scared for their lives. Council members murmur amongst themselves, frightened. Confused. All optics are on the intruder as it points with a furious finger at the fixture between its eyes, its nose. Astonished gasps from all present.

Still, no one has come to remove the human. Its anger only grows. Fury makes it stronger. Lifting a table off of its legs, it hurls the object across the room, shattering it against the wall with a frightening series of smacks and clunks. Senators scream. Somewhere, a governor is praying to their god. No one dares to remove the human. It is too powerful, too dangerous. In a leap only the strongest of fliers should be capable of, it lands on the counter before the 13 Councilors in an earth shaking thud. Primus itself trembles in fear.

“Remove them all of them. Every. Last. One.” It demands one final, deadly time, pointing to the Head Councilor. His hand shakes as he lifts a pen to make the word law. Suddenly, there are no more noses. No more ridiculous head fixtures. The universe breathes a sigh of relief. There is peace. Tranquility. The sun shines. People are celebrating in the streets. Life is worth living. With tears in their eyes, the Councilors turn to the human to thank it- but it just shakes its head, knowing smile upon its face, and takes off like a shadow in the night. Justice has been done. That is reward enough.

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This tiny electric plane may be the future of  personal flight

A company called Lilium Aviation is working on a two-passenger electric powered plane that can take off and land vertically. The company says it plans to roll out the “everyday life” plane by January 2018. The vehicle can fit in a roughly 50 foot by 50 foot space and refueling is as simple as plugging it in. It can travel hundreds of miles with impressive speed.

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