proposal mission

Headcanon: After they get together, before Lena finds out that Kara is Supergirl. She takes her on all of these vacations, eager to show the world to the woman who has given it to her. She takes Kara to the Colosseum, they kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris (Kara eats more pastries in France than Lena thought possible) they walk hand-in-hand along the Great Wall of China. Lena also takes Kara to her favorite vineyard, and a private beach she discovered during a break from her mother. 

Lena’s favorite place in the world is the cottage near Mangerton Mountain in Ireland that she purchased in cash and has never told anyone about. 

 It takes only one night of Lena settled between her legs in front of the fireplace, the only sounds in the world their breathing and the crackle from the fire, for Kara to decide that this might be her favorite place too. She thinks maybe her favorite place is wherever Lena is. 

 After Lena discovers that Kara is, in fact, Supergirl. (A misstep by Winn that Alex quickly follows with a smack to his head and various threats) Her eyes widen as the realization hits. Kara has already seen the world, probably even more so than Lena herself. When she asks Kara about it, she pulls her close and says, “Yeah, Lena, I’ve flown everywhere. But I had never really seen anywhere until I was looking through your eyes. I want to explore the rest of the world with you, see everything with you.” Kara pauses, “Can I take you to my favorite place?” The smile Lena gives her, soft and sincere, is all the answer Kara needs. 

 The tears Kara sees in her eyes when they land in Ireland tell her that she was right. Her favorite place is with Lena. 

Imagine seeing Bucky pull Steve from the water

Part 1- Imagine seeing Bucky pull Steve from the water   

Part 2 - Imagine waiting for Steve to wake up

Part 3- Imagine being there when Steve finally talks to Bucky

Part 4- Imagine being in the car with Bucky and Sam

Part 5 - Imagine helping Steve & Bucky escape the airport

Part 6 Imagine telling Tony where Steve was

Part 7 - Imagine Steve busting you out

Part 8 Imagine finding out about Tony’s parents

Part 9 - Imagine being in Wakanda with Steve and Bucky

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Les Amis Rogue One AU
  • Grantaire is the son of a scientist who designed the Death Star. His father was taken by the Empire and his mother killed when he was young, and he was raised by a fringe group of rebels but ultimately abandoned  by them. He has lost any faith he once had in the rebellion, and doesn’t believe in or care about either side, simply does what he needs to survive.
  • Enjolras as a captain of the rebellion who has been in the fight since he was six years old. He is a charming young man who is capable of being terrible, and has done many things in the service of the rebellion that weigh on his conscience. However, the rebellion is all he has and all he cares about, and he will do anything it takes to win freedom from the Empire.
  • Courfeyrac and Combeferre as Enjolras’ right-hand men who have fought by his side for many years in the rebellion. Courfeyrac is an outstanding spy who uses his charm and personality to work secrets out of imperial officers. Combeferre is a brilliant tactical strategist who plans all their missions and strikes.
  • Bahorel and Feuilly as guardians of kyber temple on Jedha who are skilled warriors and join the mission at the first chance they get. Feuilly is blind and trusts the force to guide him, and Bahorel is his devoted partner who always protects him
  • Bossuet is a protocol droid who always manages to get himself into sticky situations and Joly is a cheerful astromech droid. Musichetta is the rebel mechanic who built them and loves them fiercely.
  • Jehan is a poet living on Jedha who joins the gang when they end up on the planet. They’re a civilian who doesn’t want to have to hurt anyone, but they are brave and know that they must do what is right for their people and the galaxy. 
  • Marius is a Imperial cargo pilot who defects from the Empire to deliver a message to the rebels to help them destroy the Death Star. He’s nervous and traumatized, but wants to be brave and listen to his heart to do the right thing. 
  • Rebels Cosette and Eponine and there too!
  • Grantaire decided to join the rebellion and proposes the mission to steal the Death Star plans after being inspired by/falling in love with Enjolras
  • Everyone still dies
  • Feuilly and Bahorel die together fighting on Scarif 
  • Enjolras and Grantaire die while holding each other on the beach

run-of-the-mil  asked:

maybe i'm just talking to the wrong people, but it seems like most Canadians don't realize that we're not really peace keepers any more, haven't been for years?

That is true.

Though Trudeau has hinted that he wants to send peacekeeping troops to Africa, that hasn’t happened yet. And also this proposed mission is more of an anti-terrorism military mission than a purely, non-violent peacekeeping one.

So ‘true peacekeeping’ isn’t really happening.

the dark mission - chapter 14: proposal


The next morning Emma woke before Killian. She decided to walk up on deck. She needed fresh air, she need to clear her mind. She quietly got dressed and climbed up the ladder, trying to make no sound to wake Killian.

When she closed the hatch, a cool breeze surrounded her. She inhaled the cool air, smiling. She slowly turned around, facing four frightened looking men. Emma’s smile faltered. She just stood there staring at them, while they stared back.

Suddenly a harsh voice commanded the four to get back to their duties. Emma turned her head looking at Smee and Commander Haddock. The two of them came closer, smiling at her warmly.

“How are you feeling, Emma?” Commander Haddock asked in a friendly voice.

Emma tried to smile again before she answered that she was alright. Smee barked at the men again before he turned his attention to her. “I’m sorry, m'lady, the men are just a bit rattled. Nothing to worry about.” He quickly exchanged a concerned look with Commander Haddock, before he went on. “Did you sleep well? The Captain still asleep?”

Emma nodded slowly. “Yes, Killian is still sleeping, I just wanted to get some fresh air, but I think I will head back to the cabin again. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable at all.” She turned and suddenly bumped into Killian.

“Who is making you uncomfortable?” He asked with his captain voice. She looked up, her eyes full of sadness. “No one, I make your crew uncomfortable.” She said, her voice weak. She felt horrible. The last thing she ever wanted was that someone was afraid of her. She sighed and tried to pass Killian, but he stopped her and lifted her chin.

“Love, you are not making anyone here feel uncomfortable. Right Mr. Smee?” He looked at his first mate, who again exchanged a quick look with the second mate.

“Well, to be honest…” he started, making Emma flinch and Killian angry.

“So be honest, Smee. What’s going on?”

Before Smee or Commander Haddock were able to answer Killian’s question, Emma turned, looking at the three man, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Killian’s heart broke and broke even more when Emma started to speak with a weak voice.

“They are afraid of me. Afraid of my magic. Afraid of what I am capable of. They think I am dangerous. Maybe they think I am some kind of witch. Don’t they?” She started with a whisper but yelled the last two words at Haddock and Smee.

The two of them looked at Killian before they nodded. Emma’s knees buckled, she hunched up on the floor, crying, trying to process what she saw and heard just a minute before. Killian knelt next to her, but she pushed him away, not willing to let him in at the moment.

Killian sighed but respected her wish. He kissed her temple and got up again. He ushered his mates towards the other side of the ship, talking about what’s going on and what they could do to help Emma and ease the whole situation.

Emma was in their cabin most of the time, she didn’t want to upset the crew more than necessary. Killian offered her his company but she refused and told him she wanted to write a letter to her parents and take nap.

Killian ordered all men on deck. He didn’t want to yell at them, too much had happen the last days. He only wanted to talk to them, talk about the last days, talk about their loss and about Emma and her abilities.

“Is she a witch?” One sailor asked Killian carefully. Another one growled that it was bad luck having a woman on board, even worse when the woman had magic.

“She is practicing dark magic” a naval officer suddenly said, clearly afraid but also angry. “Only a powerful witch or wizard can rip out other ones hearts. She could kill us all in a minute. I will not stay on this ship a minute longer than necessary.”

“But she healed us. That was light magic I can tell. I felt the warmth of her magic flowing through my veins. It was unbelievable and I can assure you that there wasn’t anything dark about it. I trust Captain Jones and I trust his mistress.” One of Killian’s former pirates stood next to Killian, his hand raised high, his voice full of honesty and loyalty.

“Aye” four pirates agreed.

“But what if the princess bewitched the captain? Maybe he has no heart anymore and is under her command? What if this was her plan from the beginning? Maybe this is a suicidal mission after all?” A naval sailor said afraid, looking around as if he was afraid of finding Emma standing next to him.

“Aye” three men agreed.

“Bloody hell” Killian started, looking over his men. “I can assure you I still have my heart and I can assure you Emma did not bewitch me or curse me. Emma is the Saviour, the product of True Love. She was born with light magic. Magic to defeat the evil.” He sighed and turned his head, eyeing the hatch. “Emma’s powers are connected with her emotions. After Eli’s loss she was full of anger and rage. I do understand that you might be afraid…” His men snarled not liking the allegation of being weak or frightened. “…but” Killian continued calmly, “Emma is not a threat. I assure you she is no danger.”

Suddenly the men started to talk with each other nervously. Lieutenant Ivory got up. “I say we dump her at the next port. We don’t want her on board anymore. We are still on a king’s mission but we never agreed to be put it such danger.”

“I am no danger” Emma suddenly said, looking at Lieutenant Ivory. “It is no secret that I have magic, some of you knew I have magic. Lieutenant Chase, you watched me when I was practicing my water spells back in the castle. Once you congratulated me when I finally was able to stop a wave keel over a small boat. That’s a very handy spell, isn’t it?! And you two, I’m sorry I forgot your names, but you two were always happy when I gave you the apples I invoked back in Misthaven. And you all saw before that I have magic. The night Blackbeard captured me. How the hell did you think I disappeared? That also was my magic. Or the night…” She looked at Killian, Smee and Haddock, who were shaking their heads slightly. “I understand your doubts and if you feel better I will stay in the captain’s quarters, but I won’t leave this ship or Killian.” Killian came closer and put his hooked arm around her.

“Everyone who isn’t willing to serve on this ship anymore is allowed to leave at the next port. But this decision will include the end of your naval career. Emma still is the daughter of their majesties, Queen Snow White and King David. If you don’t accept their decisions, you are no loyal subject. This is still a king’s mission and if you want to challenge his orders, you can leave.” He pulled Emma closer. He could feel her sadness, he could see her struggle. She looked so small, so vulnerable. He wished he could help her, he wished she would open up and allow him to comfort her.

“I will stay” Commander Haddock suddenly said and stepped next to Emma. “Aye” Mr. Baskin and Smee said in unison, doing the same. Mr. Huffington, three naval officers including Lieutenant Chase and four former pirates followed them. More and more sailors got up and went to Emma and Killian. Emma bit her lower lip, looking at Killian. She was overwhelmed by the loyalty of the crew. She also was relieved but still sad that five men still stood across her. She closed her eyes when she heard Lieutenant Ivory’s voice again.

“We will stay too, but we are still a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation.” Smee said something Emma didn’t understand. The next moment she heard the man agree. Killian kissed Emma’s temple and looked around.

“Double ration of beef and ale tonight. Let’s honour the dead by celebrating life” Killian yelled, earning a combined “aye” from the whole crew.

The rest of the day went by in a haste. Emma stayed in the cabin or near Killian most of the time, still feeling as if all glances were on her. Killian, Commander Haddock and Smee tried their best to distract her. Especially Commander Haddock tried hard. He showed Emma how to do some sailor knots. He talked about his past life and why he wasn’t affected by Regina’s original or second curse. Emma liked listening to him. She felt calmer and accepted. The feast was something Emma had never experienced before. Everyone seemed to be happy. The deck was bathed in soft yellow, greenish light from about thirty lanterns. Three large tables were put on deck, two barrels of ale brought up. The men sang and ate, danced and played music.

Emma was wrapped in Killian’s arms, watching the whole scene with shiny eyes. When a sailor started to play a song on the harmonica, Emma started to laugh. She looked at Killian who returned her look in confusion. She looked at the sailor who shrugged smiling and continued the song. Emma nodded her head in the rhythm of the song. When the sailor was done, she clapped her hands and got up to him. She bend down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. Sometimes it’s good to hear something from my realm. Do you know any other modern song?”

The sailor looked at Killian who only nodded in assurance. Without another word he continured. This time Killian got up and offered her his hand. “May I have the honour of this dance?”

Emma chuckled slightly but nodded. He started to whirl her around and sway with her. The crew cheered them on, clapped their hands, laughed and raised their glasses. Emma felt happy and carefree. The third song was a love song and Killian pulled Emma closer. He put his arms around her and kissed her slowly. “I love you, Emma.”

She looked up and smiled at him. “I love you too, Killian. Thank you for your patience with me.”

He beamed at her, the surrounding fading while he stared into her emerald green eyes. “Always, my love. I will be by your side, as long as you want me to be there.” He kissed her again before he tilted his head back to get a better look at her. “How do you feel, Emma? And please be honest.”

She sighed and placed her head on his chest. “Exhausted, sad and a bit off.” He kissed the top of her head and placed his chin on it.

“How about we call it a night, love?”

“But the feast…”

“…the men can still celebrate. I think they will understand when I choose your undivided attention in the cabin over this here on deck.” Emma lifted her head and smiled at him.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Gentlemen, good night.” Killian suddenly said and took Emma’s hand, interlacing their fingers while looking around. “Smee, the ship is yours until sunrise.”

“Aye, capt'n – night mistress”, Smee said, raising his glass, exchanging knowing looks with Commander Haddock.

“Night, Captain. Emma” Commander Haddock said warmly. Emma smiled at him and turned around, walking towards the hatch. Suddenly the men started to sing a shanty. Emma started to smile even brighter. As much as she loved modern songs, she also got very fond of listening to the old shanties. Before Killian closed the hatch she heard fragments of the words the drunken sailors were singing into the night.

“enjoy the rum, get the mistress laid… let her scream in pleasure, get the mistress laid…”

Killian barked at his men, making them laugh and sing even louder. He closed the hatch and locked it. When he stepped on the hardwood floor, he turned and wanted to apologise for his men, but Emma had other intentions. She crashed her lips into his, pressing her body against him and him against the ladder.

She slowly started to unbutton his shirt, her hands scraping lightly over his skin, creating goosebumps all over his torso. She deepened the kiss, putting all the emotions she felt into it. She wanted to apologise for holding him on arm’s length, she wanted to feel him, to be near him – she wanted to forget.

“Emma” Killian moaned against her mouth. He had no intentions in stopping her, although he wasn’t sure why she used sex again instead of talking to him.

Emma slid down his body, prepping kisses all over his chest, his stomach before she finally knelt in front of him, watching him with stormy eyes. She opened the laces of his trousers, still locking eyes with him.

The next moment she pulled down his trousers exposing his erected cock. Emma licked her lips in anticipation. She loved pleasuring her pirate - bringing him over the edge with just her mouth and hand.

Although Killian had warned her, Emma ignored his pleas and made him come. He emptied himself into her throat, his chest rising and falling in a heavy pant. Emma sucked him clean and released him with a wet plop. She got up and kissed him hard before she stepped away. She locked eyes with him, reaching behind her, opening her gown slowly.

She swayed to non-existent music, her whole body on fire. She pulled down her dress and stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing more than her black panties. Killian growled, he drank her in with lust filled eyes. His member already throbbing with need. He took himself in hand, slowly stroking his swelling cock.

Seeing Emma like this, carefree, happy and sexy as hell made him want and love her even more. His Swan was such a beautiful lass, a stunning partner in so many ways. She was always willing to try out new things in bed and in life (she only refused to try out new or unknown dishes). Emma’s eyes fell to Killian’s cock in his hand. A big grin spread across her face.

She beckoned him over, he followed willingly. Both fell on the cod in glorious nudity. Within seconds they start to kiss and explore each other’s body as if it was the first time they saw each other naked. Killian’s hand and hook were everywhere at the same time, overwhelming Emma’s senses.

She closed her eyes, enjoying Killian’s ministrations. His mouth scraping over her skin, sucking and nibbling on her stiff nipples, his hand and hook on her backside, wandering around her breasts, between her thighs. Killian found her wet and ready for him. He kissed her again before he slid down and buried his face between her thighs, kissing and teasing her everywhere expect where she needed and wanted him most.

When he finally kissed her dripping sex, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He brought her over the edge in no time with only his tongue. He gave her a minute to recover before he dove back in, this time using his hook and fingers and tongue all at the same time. Emma climaxed a second time in an embarrassingly short time. But she didn’t care.

She panted heavily when Killian came up again. “Can you take one more, darling? I really need to be inside you now. Watching you fall apart for me twice is one of the most erotic sights ever.”

Emma pulled his face down gently, kissing him tenderly before she nodded and said the words Killian needed to hear the most at the moment. “Take me, Captain.” Killian aligned himself and entered her still slick folds in one smooth thrust. Emma cried out in pleasure, not holding back any longer.

Killian sat a fast pace but Emma enjoyed every thrust. He took her hard and fast, his hips rutting against hers in a brutal pace. Killian started to tell her how much he loved her, how much he enjoyed her company, how happy he was that she was with him and how good she felt.

Emma loved her dirty talking pirate, even more when instead of dirty talk he started to praise her and their love during their love making. No one before ever told her that much and that often how precious and beautiful she was, how much he loved her, how he needed her and how happy he was.

“Killian, I am close” Emma panted breathlessly. Killian’s found her lips once more, bringing them both over the edge at the same time. He couldn’t hold himself up any longer. He crashed her with his weight but Emma only smiled and wrapped her arms around his sweaty torso. Feeling him that close, their hearts beating in unison made her heart fill with love and pride. She was so happy being here with her sexy pirate. Although she was far away from Henry or her parents, she felt at home.

Killian’s arms were her home – he was her life, her everything. She kissed him once again before he rolled off of her and nestled himself next to her. This night they woke two times again, celebrating their affections in two slow rounds of love making.

The next week went by in a rush. From day to day Emma got more secure again. She showed up on deck more often, she smiled more often and she felt accepted again. It was an afternoon like every other on open sea when suddenly a sailor came to her and apologised to her shyly.

Emma was stunned, she never expected such a noble gesture from a former pirate. After she dismissed the sailor, she went to the railing and watched the open water. Suddenly a whale appeared in the distance making Emma’s smile even broader. She watched the giant coming up and disappearing again under water. Emma knew whales never appeared alone. She was still watching the school of whales when Commander Haddock appeared next to her. “Beautiful” he said and Emma turned her head irritated. “The pod of whales” he clarified his statement. Emma nodded quietly, looking back to where the whales still swam.

“Do you often see whales?” Emma asked curiously never leaving her eyes from the giant sea creatures.

“No, whales can mostly be seen here in the north. There are so many sea creatures out there. Kraken, Sea Serpents, Megalodons, Mermaids, Merlions and others so these harmless creatures are kind of rare.

Emma turned her head. Her eyes went wide, she never thought about all these creatures living in the sea. A shiver ran down her spine. Commander Haddock saw her worry and laid his hand on hers on the railing. "Don’t worry, Emma, these creatures won’t attack us as long as we leave them alone. And we have no intentions in disturbing any of them.”

Emma nodded again feeling not much better. The next moment two strong hands hugged her from behind. Emma smiled, leaning against Killian and relaxing in an instant. Commander Haddock hastily pulled his hand back before Emma placed her hands on Killian’s.

“How are you, my love?” Killian asked, kissing Emma’s cheek lovingly.

“Good. Commander Haddock told me about whales being rare in this realm and  about other sea creatures I’ve never heard of before.”

“Aye, love, you don’t know much about the creatures of this or any other realm than yours.” He kissed her again placing his chin on her shoulder, watching the sea with her in silence. Commander Haddock left them alone, walking to the helm. “You know he likes you a lot” Killian suddenly said, not changing position.

“Who?” Emma asked pointing at the school of whales which reappeared a bit further away.

“Commander Haddock” Killian simply said. There was no anger or any other emotion – it was a simple statement.

Emma on the other hand stiffened. She turned her head looking at Killian’s second mate who was talking to Smee at the helm. Now after Killian mentioned that fact, she had to reconsider that he probably was right. Although Commander Haddock was about ten years older than Emma (or maybe he wasn’t). Emma wasn’t so sure about who was actually younger or older than herself. There were sailors like Killian who were over a hundred years old although they looked like her age. Emma doubted that a single man on board was actually as old as he looked.

“Do you think that could be a problem?” She finally asked turning in Killian’s arms to be able to look at him directly.

“No. Commander Haddock is one of the most loyal people on board. He would never give in temptation. I also think you can trust him completely. If there is a moment you cannot come to me, he should be your second choice.”

Emma frowned not happy about the direction this conversation went. “Killian… I don’t think there will ever be a time I cannot come to you…”

“Maybe not, my love, but if there is, you can trust him, Emma. You know he is a righteous man.”

Emma nodded, still unsure why Killian started this conversation.

“Atterton apologized to me.” Emma suddenly said, waiting for Killian’s reaction.

“He apologized?” Killian asked surprised, looking around to find the man, but Emma cupped his face, pulling his attention back to her.

“Yes he did. He was honest and I can tell you he didn’t do it because he is afraid of you. He apologized because of me. I really think your crew is starting to accept me completely. I want you again to teach me to be a part of the crew. Please, Killian.”

A grin formed on Killian’s face. “Aye, Emma. I always said you make a hell of a pirate. Let’s go teach you.”

Emma kissed his lips and followed him to the helm. The next days he, Smee, Commander Haddock and Mr. Baskin started to teach her how to behave, how to work and what to do on a ship. They got up early and fell into bed late at night. Emma was exhausted but in a good way. She finally had a task again. Lingering on the ship was fun, but after nearly half a year she was kind of tired just being a passenger.

Of course everyone was very lenient with her. There were moments she lost her temper because of a vanity, but Killian also caught her by trying to do a knot for the thousandth time, sitting at his desk or in a corner of the deck, not to disturb anyone. Sometimes a crew member helped Emma fulfilling a task which made her huff in annoyance. His stubborn princess. He loved her so much. He was so proud of her.

The next day they will be reaching a small port and Killian decided to surprise Emma with a dinner for two in one of the fancier restaurants. She was working so hard – she earned this. When he entered their cabin whistling, he saw Emma  sitting in front of the cod on the floor crying. In an instant, Killian locked the hatch and hurried to her side.

“Love, what happened? Are you hurt?” The concern in Killian’s voice made Emma look up. She shook her head fleeing in his arms. Snuggling up against his chest. She didn’t sob anymore, but Killian could feel her tears on his camisole. He stroked her hair, holding her close, telling her soothing words although he had no idea what was going on.

After what felt like an eternity, Emma finally stopped crying. Killian felt her getting heavier. He felt her chest rise and fall in a calm rhythm. He heard her slight snoring. He couldn’t help himself but smile. He was relieved that she still found peace in his arms. He got up still holding Emma. He laid her on the cod, undressed her boots and tucked her in gently.

After undressing himself, he joined her on the cod, pulling her into his arms, holding her close. Emma snuggled closer automatically. “I love you” she whispered before she fell asleep again.

The next morning Killian woke up being cold. He reached out but Emma’s side of the cod was empty. He rubbed his eyes and got up too, looking around but Emma wasn’t in the cabin. He got dressed and went on deck. “Land ahoy, Captain” Smee welcomed him, nodding in the direction they were sailing. Killian nodded and looked around searching for Emma.

“Emma is at the stowage with Basking and Huff. They want to teach her which supplies are important and where to get them. She really is determined learning everything as fast as possible.” Commander Haddock walked over to them, looking at Killian directly.

“Aye, that she is. I will have dinner with her tonight. The men have a pass but have to be back at dawn. We will leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning.”

“Aye sir.”

Killian went towards the stowage to find Emma who was too busy to even kiss him hello. His heart swelled with pride, seeing his beautiful princess, his saviour being that eager to learn everything about his passion, his life – being on a ship. He couldn’t wait going out with her tonight although he needed to know why she was crying yesterday night before.

BREAK

„You look bloody fantastic, love" Killian looked at his girlfriend in awe. He hadn’t seen much of her the whole day, she being too busy to even notice his presence. He not even around much. Most men already were off the ship, enjoying their evening at some tavern. Lieutenant Ivory and Mr. Baskin stayed behind voluntarily.

Emma wore a wonderful green gown, it was beautiful and hugged her curves perfectly, without showing too much or being too royal.

Killian wore his typical Captain outfit, his blood red vest, his dark coat, tight black leather trousers (Emma was so fond of),a neat white shirt.

Emma could see that he wore more eyeliner than usual, highlighting his cerulean eyes in a way Emma has never seen before.

She loved her pirate. He was sexy as hell, well-toned, a gentleman and all hers. She loved watching him. Him being in his role as the captain the sexiest side of him (she discovered that a while ago) – he was so confident and manly. She really needed to hold herself back from throwing herself at him constantly.

“Are you ready, love?” Killian pulled her out of her thoughts. He watched her with bright eyes, smiling and offering his hand. Emma beamed at him and kissed him without warning. Killian was surprised but after a second he relaxed and kissed her back fiercely.

Both panted heavily when they broke the kiss. “What was that for?” Killian asked while resting his forehead against hers.

“Do I always need a reason to kiss my very handsome boyfriend?” Emma asked  smiling. She tugged her arm under his while strolling along the roads. There were several men passing them. Some offering goods, others begging for some money. Killian pulled Emma closer. He didn’t want to lose her nor her to be touched or insulted.

Half an hour later they arrived at a small restaurant. It looked different to the ones Emma had seen so far. A young girl appeared and led them to a table in the back. She lightened a candle on their table, making Emma chuckle slightly.

“What’s so funny, love?” Killian reached for her hand and entwined their fingers.

“Nothing. It’s just… this place seems to be so… I don’t know… modern?” She smiled at Killian, taking in the surroundings. She squeezed his hand happily. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

Killian smiled and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “Just the best for you, Emma.” He closed the distance between them and kissed her softly. “I love you.”

Emma closed her eyes briefly. “I love you too, Killian.”

They ordered their foods like in a modern restaurant only without having a menu. The blonde girl which seated them before came over and told them what they were serving tonight. They could choose from two soups, three different main courses and three different desserts. They also could chose from seven different whines, three ales besides water and water with fruit addendums.

Emma ordered a lemon water and was surprised how delicious it tasted. She knew it must cost a fortune, but Killian insisted in ordering whatever her heart desired. The food was delicious too. Emma was a bit daintily. She wasn’t very fond of the food in this realm, was happy that the cook back in the castle had also been a cook back in Storybrooke and was able to adapt some modern dishes to the low standards of this realm.

They ate in silence, Killian sometimes asking if she was content and if the food was good. When Killian ordered dessert Emma and he fell into a light conversation. He tried to focus on her words but his thoughts drifted off every time he stared into her deep green eyes.

“Killian are you even listening?” Emma suddenly asked bringing him back once again. He smiled apologetic and took a deep breath. The moment he started to speak the waitress cut him off.

She put a plate with a variation of chocolates on the table, smiling at Killian what made Emma a bit jealous. When she was gone, Killian saw the look Emma shot at her.

“Darling, you don’t need to be jealous” he started chuckling.

“I am not…” she started but when she saw Killian’s warm and loving look she stopped herself. “Maybe I am but can you even blame me? You are Captain Hook, devilish handsome, fearless, known across all realms.”

He smiled even wider. “And I am all yours.” Emma tilted her head, reaching over the table to grab his hand.

“Yeah” she answered and Killian was not sure if he heard a spot of sadness in her voice. Suddenly he pulled back his hand, scratching behind his ear and taking a deep breath. He beckoned the violinist over and whispered something in his ear. The old man shook his head but he held up his hand and walked away. Killian watched him, a big smile appearing on his face when the man nodded and came back with a younger man.

Emma watched the three irritated. “Killian?” He got up and the younger violinist started to play. Emma’s breath faltered, her eyes widened. Killian walked to her and got down on one knee. “Killian” she whispered, her eyes filling up with tears. The sound of “can’t help falling in love” filled her ears, her surroundings faded, only the image of Killian kneeling in front of her, looking into her eyes, holding one of her hands, clear.

A single tear slid down her face making Killian smile even wider. He took another deep breath, looking into her eyes directly.

“Emma, I love you. I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I fell even more when we kissed in Neverland. I don’t think we ever were a predestined love story – we always fought for our love.” He let go of her hand for a minute to wipe away some tears off her cheek, making Emma smile. “I once told you I will win your heart because you want me. We went through so much. You went to hell for me, we saved each other so often and Emma, there is one thing I want you to be certain of: that I will always, always be by your side. I want to wake up and see you right next to me. I want to kiss you a thousand times each day. I want you to be mine forever and always. Most of all I want to grow old with you. You deserve the very best, someone who will back you up without limits, let you grow without borders, and love you without end. Emma Swan, will you let me be the one? Will you marry me?”

Emma nodded hastily, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him senseless. He wasn’t even able to slip the ring on her finger. He held her close, responded to her kiss. None of them aware of the happy faces beaming at them, the raised glasses, the yells of approval. When they finally broke their kiss, he took Emma’s hand and slipped the shining white diamond ring on her finger.

“I love you, Killian” she said happily, pressing her lips against his again. Killian sat back on his stool still holding her hand. “I love you too, Emma. So much. How about we head back to the Jolly?”

Emma nodded again. She put the last piece of chocolate in her mouth, sucking her fingers clean, never leaving eye contact with her fiancé. Killian paid and left several gold coins for the violinist and the waitress before they left the restaurant.

On their way back, Emma put her arms around his waist, pressing herself closer to him. “How about we go to the local tavern to celebrate with the crew?” Emma’s request startled Killian, he raised his eyebrows looking at her.

“You didn’t even answer my question, love. So what shall we celebrate?”

Emma smacked his arm and stopped. “Of course I will marry you. I am yours and yours only.” They kissed again and went on.

“You sure you don’t want to celebrate on our own on the Jolly? We can celebrate with them tomorrow, or any other day?” Killian wiggled his eyebrows until Emma nodded.

“Alright, let’s head home.” She leaned against him, kissing his cheek. Killian’s chest filled with pride and even with more happiness. It was the first time Emma dedicated the Jolly as their home. Something he could get fond of. He didn’t even think about asking Emma why she had been crying the night before anymore.

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So I have definitely jumped onto the “Auxia most definitely has to be related to Keith and if they aren’t I might die” band wagon.

And so I have made it my personal mission to propose this one (☝️) suggestion/hc/I might just write this myself sooner or later- prompt….


-Modern Day AU
-Keith and Auxia are siblings
-Emo Twins™

I INTRODUCE TO YOU ALL AUXIA’S EMO-ESQE BANGS

Now, I realize this not the traditional emo-bangs slant or volume, but hey she’s only half human *cough cough* , cut her some slack, or if your absolutely appalled, her bangs 😂 😂

A night by the campfire

Happy Birthday, @samsjazz!


Madi snuffled and rolled over in her bedroll.  The fire crackled and Bellamy came back from the rover, his gun slung carelessly across his back.  “How’s camp?” she asked, keeping her voice low so as to not wake Madi.

“Impatient,” he chuckled.  He rested the rifle against the side of the tree and sat down.  “But Octavia and Kane are holding it together.  Kane says your mom once again requests that we finish the scouting mission as quickly as possible.”

“You’d think I’d been separated from her for six years or something,” Clarke said with a hint of humor.  She knew it was hard for them, her mom and Bellamy, thinking she was dead all those years, and she tried to temper it for them.  She wasn’t sure it was always appreciated, but it was the only thing she could think to do.

Bellamy’s mouth quirked up.  “At least no one’s hunting us this time,” he said drily, and Clarke nudged him with her shoulder.  “After tomorrow we’re gonna hit the rocks that the rover can’t handle— you’re sure she’s up for the climb?”  

Clarke had felt uneasy being separated from Madi when the scouting mission was proposed and it had been Bellamy who suggested she come along.  All we’re facing is wildlife and I think she can handle that, he’d told the Council.  Clarke grinned at Bellamy’s question.  “The bigger question is if you are,” she replied.

Bellamy huffed.  In the few months they had been been back on the ground he’d grown protective of Madi— almost more protective of her than Clarke herself.  “She’s gonna scale a goddamn mountain without ropes, isn’t she?” she grumbled.

She laid her head on his shoulder.  “And that’s if we’re lucky.”

Bellamy huffed again, this time more like a laugh, and draped his arm across her back.  He turned his face and kissed her head absently.  “You should get some sleep.  I can take first watch,” he said into her hair.  He rubbed her shoulder fondly and a warm, soft feeling spread through her chest.

Clarke shrugged and snuggled closer to him until her back was against his chest, his arms around her and her leg stretched out on the log.  “I’m good right here,” she sighed happily.  She felt him smile and press a kiss to the back of her head.   In front of them the fire hissed and popped and above them, the stars stretched on forever.

Bare

Summary: Sasuke looks as if he has been turned to stone, his hands clenching around the kit in his hands. If she didn’t think he could turn any redder, she was mistaken. For several seconds his eyes zero in on everything below her neck. Sakura feels the warmth in her cheeks travel downward at this, and trying for confidence, she purrs, “Like what you see?” [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 12 – Prompt: “The Virgin Sees”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be torn apart by mercenary ninja with bad fashion sense should you be found plagiarising.

Warning: Maybe slight OOC, but only because they are from a different universe. Sasuke never left Konoha.

Canon-Compliance: Takes place during Part II. Alternate Universe.

Fanon Compliance: Could conceivably take place in my Walk A Mile timeline

AN: This is unedited. Sorry, there was family stuff that got in the way of updates. Also, CEO & Assistant prompt is still being worked on. I’ll try for tomorrow.

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It starts out as a run-of-the-mill information retrieval mission.

Simple, straightforward – they don’t even need the whole team. It’s just as well, Kakashi has been helping Naruto improve his change of nature techniques, and Sakura’s been hoping for some quality alone-time with Sasuke.

Between everyone’s training regimen, it’s hard to find the time to just be two fifteen-year-olds in not-quite-love-but-slowly-getting-past-like.

So when Lady Tsunade proposes the mission – retrieve some stolen documents from a group of mercenary ninja and deliver it to the intended recipients – Sakura jumps on it. It’s easy, requiring stealth and intelligence, which both she and Sasuke excel at.

Everything goes perfectly, until it turns out one of the enemy is a sensor type.

Sakura and Sasuke’s carefully planned infiltration and extraction gets turned into an all-out brawl. They get the documents, but they’ve been made, and are now being hunted through the forests.

And on top of that, a shuriken has just become deeply embedded in the fleshy part beneath Sakura’s left shoulder blade. Sasuke hangs back, ready to grab her, but she steadies herself mid-stumble.

“I’m fine,” she insists, despite the cold pain and the feel of blood soaking through her shirt.

Sasuke considers her, and she knows from the expression he is weighing their options. If the wound is deep, blood-loss will make a long-range spring impossible, but in their current situation they’re at the disadvantage.

“We need a distraction,” he says. “You or me?”

The fact that he isn’t even acknowledging her wound shows how far they’ve come over the years. He knows she can take care of herself.

She smirks. “Well, you’re pretty, but I don’t think you’re their type.”

The corner of his mouth tugs upward at this, and he nods, turning to leave.

“Five minutes,” he tells her. “Three if you don’t have a choice.”

And then he is gone. Seconds later, the enemy catches up and she is surrounded on all sides by half-a-dozen missing-nin dressed in black.

“Seriously?” she asks as the closest ones lunge at her. “Why do people like you always dress in black?” She bends into her taijutsu forms, dodging blows and more volleys of shuriken. “Wouldn’t it be smarter for mercenaries to dress in camouflage?”

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NASA SELECTS MISSION TO STUDY THE CHURNING CHAOS IN OUR MILKY WAY & BEYOND

NASA has selected a science mission that will measure emissions from the interstellar medium, which is the cosmic material found between stars. This data will help scientists determine the life cycle of interstellar gas in our Milky Way galaxy, witness the formation and destruction of star-forming clouds, and understand the dynamics and gas flow in the vicinity of the center of our galaxy.

The Galactic/Extragalactic ULDB Spectroscopic Terahertz Observatory (GUSTO) mission, led by principal investigator of the University of Arizona, Christopher Walker, will fly an ultralong-duration balloon (ULDB) carrying a telescope with carbon, oxygen and nitrogen emission line detectors. This unique combination of data will provide the spectral and spatial resolution information needed for Walker and his team to untangle the complexities of the interstellar medium, and map out large sections of the plane of our Milky Way galaxy and the nearby galaxy known as the Large Magellanic Cloud.

“GUSTO will provide the first complete study of all phases of the stellar life cycle, from the formation of molecular clouds, through star birth and evolution, to the formation of gas clouds and the re-initiation of the cycle,” said Paul Hertz, astrophysics division director in the Science Mission Directorate in Washington. “NASA has a great history of launching observatories in the Astrophysics Explorers Program with new and unique observational capabilities. GUSTO continues that tradition.”

The mission is targeted for launch in 2021 from McMurdo, Antarctica, and is expected to stay in the air between 100 to 170 days, depending on weather conditions. It will cost approximately $40 million, including the balloon launch funding and the cost of post-launch operations and data analysis.

The Johns Hopkins University Applied Physics Laboratory in Laurel, Maryland, is providing the mission operations, and the balloon platform where the instruments are mounted, known as the gondola. The University of Arizona in Tucson will provide the GUSTO telescope and instrument, which will incorporate detector technologies from NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge, Arizona State University in Tempe, and SRON Netherlands Institute for Space Research.

NASA’s Astrophysics Explorers Program requested proposals for mission of opportunity investigations in September 2014. A panel of NASA and other scientists and engineers reviewed two mission of opportunity concept studies selected from the eight proposals submitted at that time, and NASA has determined that GUSTO has the best potential for excellent science return with a feasible development plan.



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MAGNETIC SPACE TUG COULD TARGET DEAD SATELLITES

Derelict satellites could in future be grappled and removed from key orbits around Earth with a space tug using magnetic forces.
This same magnetic attraction or repulsion is also being considered as a safe method for multiple satellites to maintain close formations in space.

Such satellite swarms are being considered for future astronomy or Earth-observing missions – if their relative positions can stay stable they could act as a single giant telescope.

To combat space debris, interest is growing in plucking entire satellites from space. The biggest challenge is to grapple and secure such uncontrolled, rapidly tumbling objects, typically of several tonnes.

Multiple techniques are being investigated, including robotic arms, nets and harpoons.

Now researcher Emilien Fabacher of the Institut Supérieur de l'Aéronautique et de l’Espace, part of the University of Toulouse in France, has added another method to the list: magnetic grappling.

“With a satellite you want to deorbit, it’s much better if you can stay at a safe distance, without needing to come into direct contact and risking damage to both chaser and target satellites,” explains Emilien.
“So the idea I’m investigating is to apply magnetic forces either to attract or repel the target satellite, to shift its orbit or deorbit it entirely.”

Such target satellites would not need to be specially equipped in advance. Instead, such a tug would influence target satellites using their ‘magnetorquers’: reliable electromagnets already carried to adjust orientation using Earth’s magnetic field.

“These are standard issue aboard many low-orbiting satellites,” adds Emilien.

The strong magnetic field required by the chaser satellite would be generated using superconducting wires cooled to cryogenic temperatures.
Similarly satellites could also keep multiple satellites flying in precise formation, comments Finn Ankersen, an ESA expert in rendezvous and docking, formation flight.

“This kind of contactless magnetic influence would work from about 10–15 m out, offering positioning precision within10 cm with attitude precision 1–2º.”

For his PhD research, Emilien has been researching how the resulting guidance, navigation and control techniques would work in practice, combining a rendezvous simulator with magnetic interaction models, while also taking account of the ever-changing state of Earth’s own magnetosphere.

His research has been supported through ESA’s Networking/Partnering Initiative, which supports work carried out by universities and research institutes on advanced technologies with potential space applications. Emilien also visited ESA’s technical centre in the Netherlands, to consult with Agency experts.

Emilien recalls that the concept originally came out of discussion with ESA experts, and he was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time to explore its feasibility: “The first surprise was that it was indeed possible, theoretically – initially we couldn’t be sure, but it turns out that the physics works fine.”

TOP IMAGE….Derelict satellites could in future be grappled and removed from key orbits around Earth with a space tug using magnetic forces. Researcher Emilien Fabacher of the Institut Supérieur de l'Aéronautique et de l’Espace, part of the University of Toulouse in France, is studying magnetic grappling as a method of space debris removal, as well as examining the technique’s potential for satellite formation flying. Copyright Philippe Ogaki

CENTRE IMAGE….Darwin’s formation-flying flotilla of six telescopes and communication satellites would have looked at light from space to analyse the atmospheres of Earth-like planets. This proposed ESA mission was to look for faint extrasolar planets. The concept was studied but not pursued. Copyright ESA 2002; Illustration by Medialab

LOWER IMAGE….Derelict satellites could in future be grappled and removed from key orbits around Earth with a space tug using magnetic forces. Such a tug would influence target satellites using their ‘magnetorquers’: reliable electromagnets already carried to adjust orientation using Earth’s magnetic field. Copyright Emilien Fabacher/ISAE-Supaero

anonymous asked:

Facts about John F. Kennedy?

  • The Army medically disqualified Kennedy from service.
  • He won a Pulitzer Prize.
  • He donated his congressional and presidential salaries to charity.
  • Kennedy installed a secret taping system in the White House.
  • Kennedy proposed a joint Soviet mission to the moon.
  • President Kennedy was the richest president ever.
  • Joseph Kennedy (his father) escaped the infamous 1920 Wall Street bombing.
  • President Kennedy played the role of movie producer.
  • He was the only president to win a Purple Heart.
  • Kennedy wasn’t the youngest president ever as everyone thinks. 
  • Kennedy almost died twice before he became president.
  • JFK died younger than any other U.S. president to date.
  • JFK’s application to Harvard was just 5 sentences long.
  • JFK has been the only Roman Catholic U.S. president.
  • JFK bought 1,200 cuban cigars just hours before signing the embargo against Cuba.
  • John F. Kennedy, had he lived, would have inherited a fortune from his father estimated at US$1 billion in today’s dollars, adjusted for inflation.
  • Larry King crashed into John F. Kennedy’s car in 1958. JFK said he’d forget the whole thing if King promised to vote for him when he ran for president.
  • The White House Correspondent’s Dinner was men-only until 1962, when JFK refused to attend unless women did.
  • C.S. Lewis, Aldous Huxley, and John F. Kennedy died on the same day.
  • As Senator, JFK had been opposed to the Apollo space program and wanted to terminate it.
  • As one of his first presidential acts, JFK asked Congress to create the Peace Corps.
  • Aspiring actor Leonard Nimoy once gave a cab ride to future president John F Kennedy.
  • After John F. Kennedy’s WW2 PT boat was sunk, he wrote a message on a coconutasking for help. It worked. Kennedy kept the coconut and it became a Presidential paperweight.
  • In 1961, a little girl wrote a letter to JFKasking if Santa Claus was OK during the Soviet’s nuclear testing at the North Pole. Kennedy wrote back to her saying that he spoke with Santa and that he’s okay.
  • JFK was the first President to have been a Boy Scout. 

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Hi Nonnie,

I’m keeping your ask in my inbox because I fully intend to fulfill your request. But in the meantime, I present a list of fics I’ve already written that will satisfy your need for Skye taking care of Ward while you wait.

Bonus Ward comforting Skye fics.

  • Battleship: Ward finds Skye crying after The Girl in the Flower Dress.
  • B.A.B.Y.: In which our babies can’t have a baby.
  • Believe in Me: After Girl in the Flower Dress a drunk Ward knocks on Skye’s pod to apologize.

Bonus Muli-Chaptered in which one or both of them get injured a lot and the other freaks out:

This is no means all of them. Ward is dumb and plays hero too much, Skye is overprotective, and I enjoy torturing them. But this should keep you busy.

Enjoy!

“I’ve known you practically since the day Bail brought you
home to Alderaan,” Mothma said. “I watched you grow up.
Tutored you before you joined the Senate. And I’ve seen you
carry on Bail’s work with the Alliance. He would have been so
proud of you—of the leadership you showed at Yavin and at
Hoth.”

Mothma looked away, and for a moment she looked
old—old and badly worn down.
“I’ve missed him these last two days,” Mothma said. “But
then I miss him every day. His advice and his perspective. But
mostly his friendship.”

“So do I,” Leia said quietly, waiting. She knew Mothma
hadn’t come to talk about her father.
But what the older woman said next surprised her.
“You have feelings for Captain Solo,” she said.
After a moment Leia nodded.

“I’ve read the intelligence reports,” Mothma said. “We don’t
have the resources to mount a rescue mission to Tatooine—particularly
not with the Empire expecting us to make such a
move.”
“I haven’t asked for the Alliance to do that,” Leia said
sharply.
“I know you haven’t—and I know you wouldn’t,” Mothma
said. “But Captain Solo has many friends in the Alliance. Which
is why I’d intended to propose such a mission myself.”
Leia looked at her in surprise—and for a moment felt wild
hope swell inside her. But then she saw the expression on
Mothma’s face.
“You said ‘intended to.’”

[…] Leia looked away. She wouldn’t apologize, but she’d let
Mothma decide where the conversation went next.
“I brought it up, Leia, because I’m not sure what you’d say if
I offered you a place on a rescue mission to Tatooine. And that
uncertainty is why I’m here.”

Leia looked down at her hands, twisting them in her lap.
“My duty is to the Alliance,” she said, relieved to hear her
voice sound unwavering. “Not to Captain Solo.”
“Ah,” Mothma said. “And what about to yourself?”

[…]“You make the Alliance proud every day,” Mothma said. “By
representing our cause—and by doing your duty. But duty
won’t give you comfort, Leia—and you need that. We all do. The
comfort of friends—and of love. You were Bail and Breha’s
greatest joy, Leia—the love you shared was what sustained
them through the dark years. Don’t deny yourself another
chance at love because of what the Empire did to them. Don’t
give Palpatine that victory, too.”

“I haven’t,” Leia said. “And I won’t.”
“I hope that’s true,” Mothma said. “Because it’s the kind of
battle you can lose without knowing it.”
She got smoothly to her feet.

“Operation Yellow Moon is approved,” she said, in the tone
Leia had worked so hard to imitate as a girl. “You’re to tell me
anything you need.”
“Thank you,” Leia said. “I promise I will.”
“And you’re to come back safe and sound,” Mothma said, in
a far quieter voice. “Losing you would be unbearable to me—to
me and many others.”
That’s something I can’t promise, Leia thought.

anonymous asked:

Could you do an Alex blurb with the starter "I know it hurts, I'm sorry" maybe angsty and fluffy please? You are such a gem! (Even if you don't write the blurb you are still a gem;))

of course! enjoy baby!

alex + ‘i know it hurts, i’m sorry’


You don’t remember much after the first bullet.

You’re somewhere on a mission with the team, and long story short, things went to shit. Complete and utter shit. Sentinels and Stryker’s men somehow managed to get intel into your mission, which led them to your rendezvous point.

Alex knows you’re strong. He knows that you’re fully capable of protecting yourself, and that you’re adept in your abilities. You’ve never gotten hit before, so the second he sees the red bloom on your suit, he feels the world suddenly slow.

He’s running and running and it feels unreal when he barely catches you, saving you from falling. Your blood is spattered on your face and your skin color is rapidly losing color, and Alex feels the panic and frenzy set in.

“I’ve got you!” He yells over the gunfire, picking you up with ease. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you!”

Your vision is blurred, and all you can see is Alex, and all you can feel is the pain from your torso. The second he’s in the jet, he’s yelling frantically into the intercom, ordering everyone to retreat.

“Alex,” You whimper weakly, tears flowing down your cheeks. He’s pressing his hand into your wound now, attempting to do something, anything, to increase the odds of survival. “It-It hurts. It hurts s-so bad.”

The way your voice cracks nearly tears apart Alex’s heart, and he knows that he has to be strong for you. He has to remain calm, if he wants to help you.

“I know it hurts,” He says softly, tears of his own cascading down his cheeks. He cups your cheek with his free hand, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.”

He repeats that to convince not only you, but himself. It’s not long before the rest of the team finally gets back, and it’s clear that you’re not the only one wounded.

The trip back to the mansion is a tough one, but the second you land, the school’s staff is outside; dragging the wounded to the medical wing. Alex refuses to leave your side, and the nurses don’t say anything. Pretty much everyone, save for you, knew that Alex had plans to propose. And they weren’t going to let those plans fade away.


The surgery is long and rough, but much to everyone’s prayers, you were going to be okay. The nurses give Alex a cot to sleep beside you, because he’d probably only gotten thirty minutes of sleep tops since the mission and surgery.

When you finally come to consciousness, the first thing you see is Alex. He’s sitting upright against the wall with his arms crossed, and head slouched.

“A-Alex?” You try and say, voice coming out cracked and hoarse. Alex wakes up almost instantly, and within seconds, he’s up and off of the cot.

He presses kisses to your face, and rambling on about how much he worried and how scared he was. He pulls back, his hands cupping your cheeks, and says,

“When… when you were in surgery. I wasn’t- fuck. I was so scared- I was so scared. I was scared because…. Because….” He rambles, trying to find the right words, but clearly failing.

“Why, Alex?” You whisper, overlapping his hand on your cheek.

“Because….” He starts, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “I was going to… I was going to propose, after this mission.”

You’re lost for words as he pulls back, digging into his pocket. After a second, he pulls out a simple but beautiful ring; one that you’ve seen in pictures before. It was his grandmother’s, before she passed.

You immediately sputter out I do I do I do I do until you’re both crying happy tears, Alex pulling back to slide the ring on your finger.

Needless to say, this proposal, will be one that will go down in the Mansion for years to come.

2

Magnetic complexity begins to untangle

After a year in orbit, the three Swarm satellites have provided a first glimpse inside Earth and started to shed new light on the dynamics of the upper atmosphere – all the way from the ionosphere about 100 km above, through to the outer reaches of our protective magnetic shield.

A series of scientific papers published recently in Geophysical Research Letters and collected in a special issue, confirms the remarkable potential of this unique mission.

Rune Floberghagen, ESA’s Swarm Mission Manager, said, “These results show that all the meticulous effort that went into making Swarm the best-ever spaceborne magnetometry mission is certainly paying off.”

Swarm is tasked with measuring and untangling the different magnetic signals that stem from Earth’s core, mantle, crust, oceans, ionosphere and magnetosphere – an undertaking that will take at least four years to complete.

In doing so, the mission will provide insight into many natural processes, from those occurring deep inside the planet through to weather in space caused by solar activity. In turn, this information will yield a better understanding of why the magnetic field is weakening.

The three satellites may be identical, but to optimise sampling in space and time their orbits are different and change over the course of the mission’s life – a key aspect of the mission.

Swarm is the first mission to take advantage of ‘magnetic gradiometry’, which is achieved by two of the satellites orbiting side-by-side at a distance of about 100 km. This is used to unravel the details of the magnetic field produced by magnetised rocks in Earth’s crust.

Nils Olsen from DTU Space in Denmark said, “We are extremely satisfied with these preliminary results.

“Not only do they validate the gradiometry concept, but they also confirm the remarkable accuracy of the satellites’ absolute magnetic measurements.

The Swarm constellation also makes it much easier to monitor the changes that occur in the main field produced in the Earth’s core, which protects us from harmful charged cosmic particles.

One of the three lead proposers of the Swarm mission, Gauthier Hulot from IPG Paris, added, “Our magnetic field is largely generated by Earth’s outer core. The constellation provides detail on the way the field is changing and thereby weakening our protective shield.

“This is what will ultimately make it possible to predict the way this field will evolve over the next decades.”

Very early on in the mission, when the three satellites were orbiting much closer together, first like pearls-on-a-string and later side-by-side, with one satellite progressively reaching a slightly higher orbit and separating from the lower pair, much advantage could be taken of the GPS receivers, thermal-ion imagers and Langmuir probes, which complement the magnetometers on each satellite.

Consequently, most of the early results focus on signals produced by the very dynamic electric currents near Earth.


This sheds new light onto the behaviour of the many currents flowing within the ionosphere and along the connections to the magnetosphere.

It is also leading to a better understanding of the dynamics of small-scale structures of ionospheric plasma, the very type of phenomena related to space weather that limit GPS positioning and radio transmissions.

All this, however, is only the first in what is likely to be a long list of results.

Roger Haagmans, ESA’s Swarm Mission Scientist, said, “The Swarm satellites will be in orbit for another three years at least. While the data accumulate, scientists will no doubt find other novel ways of making the best of the mission.

“New science has already emerged, for example, a joint analysis of data from Swarm and ESA’s Space Science Cluster mission has been published.”

“For the time being, the priority is to make sure that the science community can take advantage of the first results of the mission,” remarks Nils Olsen, who leads the Swarm Satellite Constellation Application and Research Facility, a consortium of European, US and Canadian institutes in charge of producing advanced models of the various sources of the geomagnetic field from Swarm data.

archiveofourown.org
What Lies Beyond The Stars - Chapter 1 - maxsaystowrite - The Adventure Zone (Podcast) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: "But, for our captain, his life was the mission. He was impossible to edit around and so, unfortunately, his name was all he kept.“ Davenport left home early to join the institute, he proposed his mission, his life’s work. His entire being had become the mission before it was a reality. Then that reality was torn away from him, leaving him with only one word: "Davenport!”

Fandom: The Adventure Zone

Ships: davenchruch

Words: 13,806


Hey guys I wrote a fic all about Davenport and why he forgot literally everything about his life. it has some cutesy old men fluff and some angst and you should help a writer out and read it, comment, and kuddos.