Solar System: Things to Know This Week

We marked the 20th anniversary of Pathfinder’s landing on Mars this week. 

We have had an active robotic presence there ever since—in fact, no one under 20 has experienced a day without NASA at Mars—but the Pathfinder mission was the first-ever robotic rover to explore the Red Planet. Below are 10 things to know about this iconic mission as we celebrate two decades of unprecedented science and discovery.

1. A Date to Remember

Pathfinder launched from Cape Canaveral, Florida on Dec. 4, 1996, and landed at Mars’ Ares Vallis on July 4, 1997. The landing site, an ancient flood plain in Mars’ northern hemisphere, is among the rockiest parts of the planet. Scientists chose it because they believed it was a relatively safe surface to land on and contained a wide variety of rocks deposited during a catastrophic flood.

2. Precious Cargo 

Pathfinder delivered to Mars a tiny, 23-pound (11.5 kilogram) rover named Sojourner, which carried scientific instruments to analyze the Martian atmosphere, climate and geology. To put its small size in perspective, the mechanisms at the end of the Curiosity Rover’s robotic arm are heavier than all of Sojourner. You can check out a 360 video of Pathfinder and Sojourner here.

3. Who Named the Rover? 

The name Sojourner was chosen after a year-long, worldwide competition in which students up to 18 years old were invited to write about a historical heroine and how she would translate their accomplishments to the Martian environment. Twelve-year-old Valerie Ambroise of Bridgeport, Connecticut, submitted the winning essay on Sojourner Truth, a Civil War-era abolitionist who made it her mission to “travel up and down the land” advocating for the rights of all people to be free and participate fully in society.

4. Quite the Entrance 

Pathfinder’s landing was innovative and unprecedented. It entered the thin Martian atmosphere assisted by parachute to slow its descent and with a giant system of airbags to cushion the impact. This mission marked the first time this airbag technique was used. Spirit and Opportunity later used the same method successfully.

5. Mobile Matters 

The wireless modem between Pathfinder and Sojourner was a commercial, off-the-shelf product. The project team acquired several and stress-tested them until they found the best ones to send off to Mars.

6. It’s in the Details 

Sojourner had bumpers—actual mechanical fenders—painted with black and white stripes. It also had two forward-facing black-and-white cameras, and one rear-facing camera (all one-third of a Megapixel). And Sojourner’s tiny wheels measured just 12.5 centimeters in diameter.

7. Viral-worthy

Pathfinder was widely regarded as one of the first “internet sensations.” There was so much web traffic from around the world, the entire internet backbone of France crashed under the load.

8. We’re Getting Warmer 

Among the many scientific discoveries from Pathfinder and Sojourner: Rounded pebbles and cobbles at the landing site suggested that Mars might have had running water during a warmer past when liquid water was stable on the planet. Early morning water ice clouds also were seen in the lower atmosphere.

9. Long Live the Mission 

The lander and the rover both outlived their design lives—the lander by nearly three times, and the rover by 12 times.

10. Pathfinder’s Photo Album 

Go back in time and see historical photographs of Pathfinder’s assembly process here.

Beauty and the Beast Post-Curse headcanons Part 2

So after posting my first installment of post-curse headcanons I realized that I forgot a few characters. Given the positive response to the first post (and a few sleepless hours last night) I have come up with more. I hope you enjoy them.

-After the curse is broken, Chip makes a point of apologizing to Maurice for scaring him during his first visit to the castle. Maurice assures Chip that it wasn’t his fault and asks him to give him a tour of the castle. Chip happily agrees and proceeds to lead Maurice on a uniquely childlike tour. Much less (accurate) history of the castle. Way more hide and seek tips. “And what about this portrait here?” “That’s Monsieur Funny hat. I don’t know what his actual name is…but he has a really big funny hat. These curtains make a good hide and seek spot too. But make sure your feet are covered–Hey wanna see the cubboard I used to sleep in?!” Maurice called it the best tour he had ever had.
- Once Belle and Adam become engaged, Maurice offers to paint an engagement portrait of the happy couple. But dispite their best efforts, they have a very hard time working a long formal portrait sitting into their schedules. The sketches from their early attempts all felt a bit stiff. Then one evening Maurice decides to discreetly pull out his easel in the library while Belle and Adam sat curled up together reading, comfortably in their own element, aware only of their books and each other. This stealth portrait allowed Maurice to capture the tender look in Adam’s eyes when he would look over at Belle (a look he attempted to control–and usually failed–when he knew his future father-in-law was looking) and a look of bliss Belle seemed to only have in moments like this. The portrait is so successful, Maurice continues to make these candid portraits for other residents of the castle, capturing their happiest moments to last forever.

- Chapeau is a man of few words. He prefers to quietly observe in social situations, welcome guests with a wordless smile and nod as a greeting, and to play his violin. That said, he knows everything there is to know about the goings on of the castle. Lumière can’t think of what to get Plumette for her birthday? Ask Chapeau. Chip can’t find a toy he misplaced. Ask Chapeau. His answers are brief, but nearly always the perfect solution.

Cadenza and Garderobe
-Cadenza and Garderobe decide they want to try to teach FrouFrou to sing. This proves to be a very loud and comical task. The rest of the castle is not nearly as tickled by FrouFrou’s performance as a vocalist, but it makes Cadenza and Garderobe so happy they all play along.
-Garderobe has been known to dispense unsolicited romantic advice to Plumette and Belle, some of which makes them blush and look for the nearest exit. However, most of her advice really is helpful.
-Cadenza also offers advice, but it is usually related to writing a song in some way or other. It can be hard to tell if he means metaphorically or literally.

-Cogsworth has developed the uncanny ability of knowing the exact time of day without looking at a clock. Lumière finds this hilarious and tries to prompt him to give the time without him realizing it. Dispite his accuracy as to the particular minute, Cogsworth often forgets what day it is.
-Once Cogsworth hears of the way Clothilde (Mrs. Cogsworth) treated Belle in the village during the curse, he demands she apologize, which she does (perhaps a bit too profusely.) Their reunion is the rockiest of the castle residents, having been a less than stable relationship to begin with. Somehow Lumière gets roped into acting as a sort of couples councillor for them. He isn’t quite sure how. But ultimately he is willing to do just about anything to help his friend find happiness.

-LeFou ends up being one of Belle’s most dedicated pupils when it comes to learning how to read and write. He uses his new skills to write a note to Stanley.

Belle and Adam
- Adam likes to turn little every day moments into opportunities to dance. Belle could be doing something as simple as sorting books in the library, only to be swept up in an impromptu waltz about the room. Once they have finished Adam helps her complete whatever task she was doing so that she doesn’t find his spontaneous dances too disruptive.
-He can’t get enough of hearing Belle say “I love you.” He goes completely weak in the knees every time. Every now and then he will ask her to say it “one more time” because he didn’t get to hear the very first time she said it.
- Adam is way more into wedding planning than Belle. Belle just wants a simple wedding, which means he has to reign himself in at times. His excitement can get the better of him. She said yes and he wants to shout it from the rooftops (and has.) He has learned Belle has a certain smile that she gives him when he starts to get an idea a bit too over the top. Ultimately Belle has the final say on everything, because her happiness is all he really wants. As long as she is his and he is hers, that is all that matters.

- As news of the engagement spreads, Agathe decides to pay a visit to the castle to congratulate the happy couple. Adam is a nervous wreck the entire time she is there (calmed only by Belle standing protectively by his side and reassuringly telling him she loves him) but is a completely gracious host all the while. Seeing the lasting trauma her curse had on the people of the castle, Agathe bestows a spell of protection over the castle and its residents as a wedding present, providing them with health and prosperity for the rest of their days. As she departs she tells them she will leave them in peace, but will return in a few years time with another gift. As Adam attempts to thank her for her generosity she cuts him off by saying “No your highness. This gift will not be for you. It’s for the baby.” With a wink she leaves Adam and Belle standing speechless, as she leaves to ponder a proper gift for her future fairy godchild.


Oh my gosh, I actually finally posted something. Crazy, right? This is one of the prompts for zutara smut week. It’s not the first prompt, smut week is over, and there isn’t even any sex in it. I know, I’m great at following directions. Hope y’all like this Boiling Rock AU anyways! 

Zuko was exhausted. As nice as the family reunion between Hakoda and his children was, Zuko hadn’t gotten a good night sleep since before venturing to the Boiling Rock. As the family hugged and cried and caught up, Zuko slipped away, doing his best to leave unnoticed.

He wasted no time falling into bed, practically jumping into it once he entered his room. It wasn’t until his time as a refugee that he realized what a luxury beds were, and from now on he was going to thank the spirits every time he got to sleep in one.

Zuko’s eyes hadn’t been closed a minute when he heard the door to his room open. He opened his good eye to see Katara standing in the doorway. Zuko shot out of bed, surprised by the intrusion. She must have seen him leave and immediately followed him back. 

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anonymous asked:

Hello darling I've been swimming around tumblr for a while and I'm very glad that I found your blog. Are requests still open? How would RFA + V react to an MC who's actually a pretty serious person? Like an MC who isn't cute or sweet but is loyal, intelligent, and outspoken and would enjoy talking about philosophy and history?

Hey there, sweetheart~ I apologize for taking so long with your request! We’re slowly but surely working on the mess that is our inbox right now;; Anyway, I knew I had to write something for this because I’m really digging this MC. Hopefully you’ll like what I’ve written for you!

- Admin Cat Mom.


  • you can’t even begin to imagine how insecure and inferior he feels in your presence.
  • after all he’s just slacking off and putting zero effort in his studies.
  • and you are this well-versed woman with plenty of interests who isn’t easily fooled.
  • yeah… he’s fucked.
  • thing is, though, yoosung is more capable of excellence than he believes, he could be top of his class if he wanted to.
  • he already was back in his high school days anyway?
  • and so he feels inspired by you to get out of his slump and become better through hard work.
  • he loves how engaging conversations with you can be and how much he learns about… well, pretty much everything?
  • philosophy tends to give him headaches but he could listen to you talk about asian history for hours on end.
  • besides, you are exactly what he needs: someone with a great sense of self who can keep him with his feet on the ground.


  • and here we have another bean who’s discouraged by insecurity.
  • unlike the rest of RFA, he didn’t even finish high school.
  • he’s more of a street smart kind of guy.
  • trying to follow conversation with you is the hardest thing he’s ever done, and trust him, he’s been through the hardest already.
  • is he really good enough for you?
  • there’s this darker side of him telling him to quit because you deserve someone better.
  • someone who isn’t stupid and ignorant.
  • the man his mother wanted him to be.
  • but regardless of the voice inside his head, he knows it would be an honor to be such a magnificent lady’s companion.
  • so he fights against it because you don’t deserve someone who does nothing but pity himself.
  • he admires your confidence and is often amused by how outspoken you are, the world needs more people like you.
  • and your loyalty is much needed due to his hectic job and public life.


  • YES.
  • you are just perfect.
  • she’s in love with you and your mind and how you carry yourself.
  • and you seem like such a reasonable, mature individual, it’s almost refreshing for her.
  • truly completely blown away.
  • it amazes her how easy it is for her to talk with you.
  • if she’s not following whatever it is you’re saying, she’ll make sure to look it up when she has the time.
  • your dates consist of going to museums and several cultural activities.
  • and don’t forget the musicals.
  • you were her biggest support system when she had to defy her boss in order to pursue her dreams.
  • I mean, you were pretty much her role model, and she still, of course, looks up to you dearly.
  • you guys have each other’s backs yet are fully aware you’re capable of defending yourselves just fine.
  • she’ll always be willing to kick some asses for you, though.


  • the fact that you’re outspoken can cause a bit of conflict between the two of you, especially during the rockiest parts of his route.
  • other than that? oh god.
  • in this man’s eyes you are amazing in every aspect he can think of.
  • and so different from the women he’s used to deal with.
  • he values your sense of loyalty, it is of great help when his controlling urges start messing with his head.
  • because he knows you are not leaving any time soon.
  • as for what things you enjoy doing together, recommending books to each other is one them.
  • criticizing them together is another.
  • he promises to take you with him during some of his business trips, at least to the ones he thinks you’ll enjoy.
  • he also has a huge room in his penthouse destined for you and only you, where he’s gathered a huge collection of philosophy and history books.


  • you may not get along in terms of joking around and acting sweet.
  • in fact, your outspoken nature intimidates him a great deal.
  • or amuses him depending on the context.
  • you’re like a jaehee, or a jumin… a jaehee-jumin hybrid.
  • yes he does tease you about it here and there, that’s a given.
  • but he’s secretly fascinated by your knowledgeable self.
  • he is, in spite of everything that’s been said about him, someone intelligent and remarkable. 
  • he likes the way you talk about history.
  • prepare yourself to have him begging you to tell him bedtime stories.
  • “how about ninjas? or secret agents? know anything about them?”
  • yeah… just because you’re a more serious person doesn’t mean he’ll stop trolling you.
  • let’s also add the fact that he won’t be able to push you away because you are not gonna put up with it.


  • a thousand times yes.
  • we all know this man is way too faint-hearted.
  • he is in desperate need of someone strong-willed and you come into his life in just about the right time.
  • and he appreciates your loyalty.
  • let’s not forget he has many, many scars from his past relationship, both mentally and physically.
  • so he feels like he can trust and rely on you.
  • I assume that, because of his upbringing and job, he is quite knowledgeable and enjoys history as well.
  • that’s enough to have you both talking nonstop, sharing personal views and facts while laying on the grass and staring at the sky.
  • moments like this help him realize that maybe he will be able to connect to someone new after all.
  • he likes to take you to museums and art galleries.
  • and he’ll show you his collection of old paintings and photographs.
Don’t Let Go

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Ship: Tree Bros (Connor Lives AU)
Summary: Sometimes you have to go back and finish the fight. You keep digging and don’t let go.
Possible Triggers: I mean swearing,,,intrusive thoughts, and break ups? (I’m bad at tagging triggers)

Word count: 1860


Silence festered between the two, souring the air. Evan clenched his fist around the navy blue duffel bag strap, taking in a shaky breath.

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This is my @galraweek gift for @spacecanoe, who asked for Zarkon/Haggar. This has light spoilers from S3, and branches off into speculation of Lotor’s conception.

They created their son out of curiosity and need, not love. Their bodies no longer could procreate, so they experimented with their lifeforce, Quintessence, druid magic, and the reproductive fluids and eggs of volunteer Galra soldiers. There had been many volunteers, many willing to offer their bodies to seek good standing with royalty.

Haggar was the alchemist, the mind behind Zarkon’s technological advances. He told her what he wanted, and she created as she did many years ago when she went by another name, another face. She carried herself differently, her back hunched as though a forever present weight sat on her shoulders. But she was still the woman he had fallen for.

When their son’s body took the shape of a baby in the luminescent jade purple of his birthtube, Haggar spent less time adjusting the chemical makeup of the lifefluid that kept him alive and growing. She watched him rest, fingers and toes twitching in unborn sleep. The umbilical cord that connected him to his nutrient supply was fleshy and appeared so natural, it would seem the boy was taken from a womb and installed into a tube of tempered glass, strong enough to withstand bursts of druid magic. She would take no risks with this experiment.

“He is not Galra.” Zarkon strode into Haggar’s lab, coming to stand aside his top advisor. Only he and Haggar had the clearance to open the two levels of security gates, and then the door, that led inside. “His skin is too light, too smooth. His hair grows in white.” 

“He is a cumulation of our greatest soldiers.”

“Our soldiers are pure Galra. They are not hybrids.”

“That is how you view our son? A hybrid? An animal? He has strength and druid magic. He will be unstoppable.” She went to the control panel, a curved table of buttons and levers and keyboards and screens. “If our time wasn’t cut short and the Alteans hadn’t destroy Daibazaal, he is what we could have had. A son. A…”


They had spoken of starting a family before their ambitions led them astray. Over lunches atop their palace balcony and fireside dinners, they had laughed over their fantasies of parenthood, guessing at the mischief their unborn child would get into. The child might take after Zarkon and plunder her way through parental obstacles that restricted her fun. The child might take after Honerva and lock herself in her mother’s lab and toy with instruments until a disaster forced her out. She might have Honerva’s winding locks, she might have Zarkon’s rugged scalp, she might have both.

Zarkon watched his son float in his tube, a baby reaching the birthing period.

“He will soon see our faces.” Zarkon put his hand on Haggar’s shoulder. She relaxed under his touch. “We will raise him as we’ve planned so many years ago. We will have what has been taken.”

“His name is Lotor.”

Zarkon allowed a smile to cross his face. His wife saw, and she put her hand atop his on her shoulder.

“You remember?” she said.

“You called it a silly name.“ 

They had joked about names during one lunch, when they had servants pack food for a picnic atop one of Daibazaals rockiest peaks. They had thrown horrible names at each other, laughing over Quiznak, one of Alfor’s favorite Altean swears, and Naroc, a reversal of the name of Alfor’s advisor. Lotor sounded like a flimsy rehashing of Bokar, the genius prince of Senak now in exile for overthrowing his father’s throne.

“We will raise him to follow our orders,” Zarkon said. “He will lead our empire to victory. He will be the perfect son.”

Haggar was quiet.

“Wife, what troubles you?”

“Nothing, my lord.”

Together they watched their experiment, their legacy, float in a sea of purple.

“Prince Lotor.” Zarkon pressed a hand to the tube. He felt the power stirring inside. “Our son.”


Hillwood Halloween Day 2: Vampires (well, kind of)

Lila: “I’m sorry! I was just joking, honest.”

Rhonda: “Yes well, what are we going to do about these trespassers anyway? No one’s supposed to know this place isn’t abandoned.”

Phoebe: “A conundrum to be sure.”

Nadine: “Mmhmm.”

Helga: “I don’t care what you all do with the rest of ‘em but blondie over there is mine. We got history.”

Rhonda: “Oooh really, now? What kind of history?”

Helga: *flashback to a little smiling boy and an umbrella* “None of your beeswax, Princess.”

Boys decided that their Halloween college dare would be to investigate the abandoned mansion deep in the forest that’s a part of an urban legend about killer female vampires. Curly is on the other side of the mansion trying to sneak his way in with some crazy plot b/c like hell he’s just gonna pick the lock and walk through the front door like a normal trespasser. 

Added the close ups of the girls ‘cause I like how they came out. Nadine’s hair is totally based on Janelle Monáe’s ‘cause I wanted to do something nice with it like the other girls. Rhonda’s is the same as usual because I feel she loves her hair as is and is very proud of it.

I’d love to line and color this but it’s just so many people and colors and I just can’t. if anyone else wants to tho let me know

Anyway, I kept thinking about it and ended up with an extended au idea for this. More under the read more (it’s long ‘cause i couldn’t stop).

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Niqaab diaries...

Earlier on this week, I visited a very close friend of mine… This sister is someone who I always have fruitful discussions with… Any who, we’re discussing things from topic to topic - and we ended up talking about the niqaab…
While she expressed so much happiness and joy when I initially shared my decision to wear it a while back… During the discussion she started saying “I could never do it.. I don’t think it’s the right country to be wearing it to be honest.. It’s just too dangerous..”
And I know that she had no intention for evil whatsoever. She’s just a very honest person and says how she feels straight out… But I can’t help but think how important it is to have a back up plan for yourself when times get tough. These words feel poisonous sometimes. While you benefit from some people and their company immensely in some aspects, there are times when unfortunately and unintentionally, they drag you down the most. SubhaanAllaah. You hear discouraging words a lot but when it comes from someone you hold dear to your heart and someone who generally strives to put deen first, it’s hard. It almost makes you second guess your decisions sometimes… Then you remember that we’re strangers in this life, and sometimes we’re strangers amongst strangers..
You have to distance yourself a bit. And you understand that Allaah will test you. You will hear deterring words from people you expect and people you never expected in your life.
And Allaah will give you strength also. You will hear encouraging words from people you expect and people you never expected in your life.

On Friday night, after a talk, I sat with one of my relatives who shared that she has been wanting to wear it for long time. As we sat there huddled in the corner… She said that when she first began to read about the opinion of classical scholars on niqaab and the viewpoint that it was obligatory - she cried. As she was telling me all this, I noticed her eyes welling with tears so I rubbed her shoulder. She broke down and cried deeply right then and there. I asked her what was holding her back? Allaahul musta'aan. She said that it’s the fear of what may happen - fear of being attacked. The fear is real and for some, its crippling.
Laa hawla wa laa quwatta illaa billaah.
Thinking back now, fear is what made my parents stand in between my decision and I for so long.
It took 4 straight years of reminding, tears, persistence and patience for them to finally let me be. I remember there was a stage when I said “I’m just going to do it and they will eventually get over it”… They were the rockiest two months in my life before I had to retract.
I look at how long the journey has been, and I’m ever so grateful that He turned their hearts. There never was a light bulb moment through my journey of convincing my parents. There never was some major event that made their heart turn. It was all simply du'aa. Du'aa, du'aa, du'aa. It was du'aa that made my parents go from “I don’t want to see you in that so please just move out of my sight” to “You look so beautiful. I’m so proud of you. May Allaah protect you”

I remember during my struggle, someone who means a lot to me said “if you don’t wear it - who will?!”

I never really understood what they meant. But the other day, my 11 year old sister tried on my niqaab and gloves and showed my parents. They smiled with joy and exclaimed at how beautifully wrapped she was. I remembered that not long ago, in that same situation I was turned away. I watched from afar and I couldn’t hold it no more… I ran to my bedroom and cried like a baby.

I understood then, the influence. The break in the pattern. The statement “if you don’t wear it, who will?”

It’s not a sentiment, it’s not a battle that many can understand. And Allaah only knows, the day they finally agreed was the day I said to myself… I have no more strength to fight. I learned that He sees your struggle for His sake, truly, when you have no more energy left - He will open the door. My choice has given me unimaginable strength. It’s a statement. I don’t care who you are or what you think. This is who I am and this is what I believe.
New Outlander Season 3 Trailer Finds Hope in Claire and Jamie’s Painful Separation
Och! The Angst!
By Joanna Robinson

As any Outlander fan will tell you, the love story of Claire and Jamie Fraser has always been a bit star-crossed. That’s what happens when you mix romance and time travel. But Season 3 promises the rockiest road yet for the Frasers as the couple is ripped apart for what looks like a long time.


      All of them are able to sense where she is, due to being a vampire, they just can not see her unless she allows it. While mortals and other species can not sense her and once again can only be seen when she wants them too. 

Shuu - Since he sleeps a lot she will mainly just watch him, which to her is more like watching over him. She looks for those little signs of distress, so she can be quick to reassure him, while knowing the moment she goes to touch him in his sleeping state she gets sucked into it. There is so much she has witnessed during this state, at first it left her drained of energy to which she would fade away. But since then she has become stronger overtime she is able to make small little changes here and there to make the pain and fear lessen. Even if it is only a small bit. 

After he wakes up, it doesn’t matter if she has been sucked into his dream or not she will be sure to feed him since she doesn’t fear death and worries about him being sick. She allows him to drink till he is steadied and calmed, since her blood will keep flowing so long as he fangs are piercing her, but once his fangs are removed the wound heals. 

It took a while but she remembered a skill, she assumes she had in life, which is playing the piano and violin. She will often play randomly, or upon request. And has taken notes of which songs she plays cheer him up the most, or at least relax him the most. Sometimes she does find herself drains of the energy afterwards since the more complex the song the more energy it requires. (Side note: she does enjoy freaking brides out through randomly playing since they can not see her.) 

Often times takes the liberty to steal his clothes since when she does allow herself to be seen she has no clothing. And rather not have Reiji complain how her being indecent, but in her own small way wearing Shuu’s clothes instead of the ones Reiji has set aside is a way to tick him off, plus she likes the way it consumes her. (It makes her feel safe.)

She will give him a bath, and finds it to be settling to do so, Shuu at first teased her for this but gave up after she remained quiet and indifferent towards his teasing. And even he finds bathing time with her to be relaxing, with her slender fingers running through his hair. After a while she started revealing herself to him, and would even join him in the bath even though she has no need of one. 

Their conversations though few, always have to deal with death, and the pain of living. He enjoys feeling her against himself because she is cold like death so it feels as if dead is embracing him, they have talked about this too. 

This relationship is a rather quiet one, in which not one talks very much to the other. They simply sit in one another company, in which she is looking after and comforting him, also Mothering him in a since. 

Reiji - Joining him in his study, she offer to be the test subject for his poison, once again not fearing death, she will allow herself to appear to him. In which he will comment on her appearance, and it’s lack of clothing, but fearing testing he allows it so he can fully observe the effect it has. While she tells him the best she can during what she feels on the inside. If she vanished it’s lethal and the longer she stays gone the more lethal it is. When she comes back she will describe what she was unable to during it. 

He has clothes set aside for her, since he can not rid the house of her, though he has tried she keeps coming back, so he has want he deems lady like clothing put up in a spare room that has unofficially become hers to linger in so she chose to have alone time. Which isn’t very often, it’s more of a place for him to keep her clothes. 

From time to time he will give her various lessons, and at first he attempted to punish her but found she would simply vanish from his sight if he tried to do so. He will complain on this but it doesn’t annoy him too bad since she will try hard at the lessons she is given, sometimes these lessons will open up for a little bit a memory of her life. Though they will fade to black quickly after. 

Reassuring whispers, she she know Reiji rather not be touched without permission when she feels as if he is distressed she will whisper words into his ear, so quiet only he can hear here speak. She will remind him of all he has worked to accomplished and that he has worth, he can do whatever he pleases and does not have to bow down to no one. And no matter how much he brushes her words off she will always say them when he becomes distressed. She will even try to make him tea, but is rather bad at it so he has been trying to teach her how since she is going to do it anyway.

There are a few times when she goes into his dreams, which he never approves of, she is always able to change his dreams drastically. This is where she cradles and gives attention to the child version of him that lurks within him looking for someone to be proud of his achievements. These are the times her words reach him the deepest. Reiji will be rather upset when he wakes up that she saw him in such a state to which she will allow him to punish her. Which is normally him pinning her and feeding as she gives him the sense that he is in charge. 

This relationship is built off of deep meaning, with those moments when she has able to reach down into parts of him that he does not show. While on the surface it would appear of that of an annoyed teacher with their student. 

Ayato - More hands on with him and out of any of the brothers, she knows no words can possibly reach him to convey she is proud of him but that a touch her and there goes a longer way. So often times she will reach out and place a hand on his, or rest her head on his chest, and most of the time is visible in the clothes so it doesn’t startle him when she suddenly touches him. These touches serve the be reassuring and often times will work, even if he will try and brush them off.

He drinks a lot from her, since she has no limit, he keeps going, till she vanishes, though there are times when he is able to hold onto her long and hard enough that she stays even past that point. It mostly works when he is soft and vulnerable. He will often demand it as well, as in calling her out loud, his comments are mostly degrading and he does always refer to her by her tit size. And she does answer, sometimes she will call him ‘Ayato-sama’ but it doesn’t happen as much as Ayato claims it does or asks for it too.

There are times when he will enter 'her’ room when he wishes to hide his vulnerability when he has nightmares and can not fall back asleep. And will feel betrayed if she doesn’t show up and has no problems hunting her down if she is in the property and telling her how angry he is and taking it out on her. When she does show up, or he finds her she is quick to take him into a Mother like hold, the way one would a small child with his head on her chest. She will then slip into the dreams with him, and do as much as she can, such has reaching out an arm to pull him out of the lake. Though sometimes the dreams will fight back against her. 

Around him she can become slightly playful, it is odd when it happens but Ayato enjoys the playmate and the challenge she is able to give him. But she always makes sure that she looses, these are the times she will talk the most too him. Which will be little teasing taunts along side praise. 

It took longer than Ayato would have liked for her to be able to gather enough energy to cook, but once she learned how he became very demanding and now will always have his favorite food prepared for before school. He uses this at bragging rights that she likes him more.

At first he was rather annoyed with her presence, since she was able to see through his act so clearly. It took a long time for him to accept her, and will still get annoyed with her from time to time even going back to rejecting her presence

This relationship can go back and forth between caring and then hatred on his part and is the rockiest one. Since sometimes he will close himself off from her, she is patient and waits to be let back in. 

anikns  asked:

359 for prompts? If you're accepting that is (love your writing by the way!)

Yes I am hun and thank you! Since I’ve done this for Smuggler! Ben and Canon! Kylo before, we’re going to make this Modern!Triplet! Kylo.

Even with Kylo holding your hand, you couldn’t help but be nervous and anxious. It was all out there now, at this family dinner, and you could see the expressions around the table settling in. Your heart was pounding in your chest, making it harder to calm your nerves. Your eyes went into your lap as your cheeks heated, you wanted so badly for the ground to swallow you whole. The expressions you were seeing were not at all what you were expecting and made you suddenly self conscious. 


You knew it was Han speaking, his tone was rigid and bordering on infuriated. Out of the three boys, Kylo surely had the rockiest relationship with him, making this all the more difficult and nerve wracking.

“You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?!”

Kylo’s grip went tighter for a second, both from a protective nature and anger towards his father’s scolding. For Han, this was something he expected to hear from Ben, and least of all Kylo. 

“It’s not like we planned it.”

Han scoffed, rolling his eyes as he set down his silverware.

“Of course you didn’t, cause you weren’t thinking.”

Leia’s softer tone joined the conversation.


Han looked to Leia, the frustration obvious in his expression.

“You expect me to accept this with a big toothy smile? This isn’t an episode of the Brady Bunch!”

Ben mumbled to himself, “I wish it was.”

Han turned back to Kylo, obviously not done with his scolding.

“You don’t talk to your family for months and then you just appear suddenly to tell us you got your girlfriend pregnant?”

Kylo swallowed, the anger obviously building to a boiling point as he sat there. Gently you circled your thumb on his hand, attempting to diffuse him at least slightly.

“I thought it made sense to share the news with my family first, but obviously that was a shit decision.”

Bringing your other hand over to stroke Kylo’s forearm, you amped up your attempt to calm him, knowing he was only minutes away from yelling. Han scoffed, shaking his head.

“How do you expect us to react? You aren’t married, you live in a small apartment and you’re both working jobs that qualify you as starving artists. Quite frankly you’re the last people I’d expect to hear ‘we’re having a baby’ from.”

At that you tried to tighten grip on Kylo’s forearm. You knew Kylo was defensive and self conscious about his income, convinced he wasn’t doing good enough, and he was most certainly going to start a yelling match. But before he stood from his seat, you heard another voice clear their throat. Looking past Kylo, you saw it was Matt.

“They could always live with Ben and I. You know, until they figure everything out.”

Kylo turned his gaze to Matt, somewhat thankful and yet reluctant that Matt was trying to diffuse the situation. With everyone now looking at Matt, he notably got nervous in his expression, his pale cheeks turning crimson. He shrugged.

“I mean…I wouldn’t mind.” 

You and Kylo both met Matt’s sweet and endearing eyes, obviously empathizing with you. 

“We have an extra room anyways…we could help with the baby when you needed it. Right Ben?”

You all turned your gazes to Ben, the only one at the table who seemed indifferent to the whole thing. Though he understood Han’s hesitation, he knew his brooding brother had never been happier than he was with you. He shrugged, releasing a sigh.

“Yeah sure, why not?”

You smiled at him, thankful that he was going along with it. Of course living with all three triplets was going to be an experience in and of itself, but you were grateful to have that offer before you. The table fell silent again, everyone seeming to just silently nod in agreement. Leia smiled, looking at you and Kylo.

“At least one of you is giving me a grandbaby.”

Ben groaned, “Kylo’s going to be your favorite now isn’t he?”

She gave Kylo a wink, to which he grinned faintly. Han shook his head.

“Don’t take it as a challenge Ben. It’s not a competition.”

Meeting your eyes, Han looked at you somewhat regretful as he gave you a small smirk. 

“Hope you kids figure it out.”

Of course he wasn’t going to congratulate you or become giddy all of a sudden that he was going to have a grandchild, but for his prior outburst, it was definitely an improvement. In his own sort of fashion, Han was saying he was sorry, that he did hope things came together for you both and this baby. As everyone returned to their meal, the air still somewhat tense, you felt Kylo return your earlier gesture, running his thumb in circles over the back of your hand. 

Papa Sasuke

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sasuke appreciation post. This is in recognition that not all relationships between father and child are smooth sailing (I know mine isn’t), but the rockiest of them all must be Sasuke and Sarada’s. There is always a chance for healing, however. I truly loved writing this fic, so I hope you all truly love reading it. Happy Father’s Day, and do enjoy!

“Does Papa hate me?”

Sakura put the dishes down and turned away from the sink. “Of course not, Sarada,” she frowned. “What brings that question about?”

Sarada shrugged and leaned against the doorway, arms folded as if she were defending her heart. Sasuke had recently agreed to take Boruto under his wing as a student with the Seventh’s permission. Was it wrong of her to feel hurt? To feel betrayed by her own father? She is his flesh and blood, she is the one who carries his same kekkei genkai. Were her skills not good enough for him to train? She decided to dismiss the thoughts and regretted asking her mother the question. Sarada pushed her glasses up her nose and sighed, “No reason.”

Sakura wiped her hands dry before folding her arms across her chest, mirroring her daughter. “You know, I would like to ask the same question, Sarada.” The young Uchiha girl looked up at her mother as blood rushed to her face in embarrassment. Of course, Sakura knew the answer to the question, “Do you hate your Papa?”

Sarada scoffed in reply as an attempt to brush the question off. However, she knew better than to think her mother would let it go that easily and not sense that there was something deeper beneath her question. “Don’t I have reason to?” Sarada grumbled. Before Sakura could begin to defend her husband, Sarada pushed off the door frame and sped off toward the front door. As she was reaching for the handle, the door opened itself too quickly for it to register with Sarada and stubbed her toes. Pain surged from her foot all across her body, so she threw her foot up to hold it in an effort to soothe the shock. She fell back onto her behind, her glasses falling just below her chin, barely staying on her face by the help of her ears.

When her foot’s pain was at a dull ache, she adjusted her glasses to be back in place and looked up to see her father. He was wearing a dark grey vest over a black sweatshirt. Strewn over his shoulder was the cape he normally wore when going out or traveling. He looked down at Sarada in surprise, then offered her his hand. Seeing his gesture, Sarada pushed herself up and hoped he could see that she blatantly ignored him. “I’m heading out,” she said curtly, slipping on her shoes and sliding by him, right out the door.

Sasuke watched her jog down the pathway and take a turn in the direction of the Akimichi residence.

“Sasuke-kun,” Sakura stepped out from the kitchen smiling half-heartedly. “Welcome home.”

Sasuke slipped his shoes off and gave her a brief kiss on the center of her forehead. Sakura felt relieved at his touch and turned away to lead him to their bedroom. When she sensed he wasn’t following her, she turned back and looked at his subtle distressed expression.

“Does Sarada hate me?”

Sakura dragged her hand down her face while she let out an exasperated sigh. “She really is your daughter, you know,” she groaned. Sasuke looked at her, confused. She was well aware that Sasuke had trouble expressing his emotions. Having a prepubescent daughter did not help with his emotional disability; if anything, it only exaserbated the degree of it in front of his family. “Sasuke-kun, do you hate Sarada?”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “Of course not.”

“Could you tell her that?”

Sasuke looked away. Sakura knew well, even though his miniscule movements were subtle to others, that he was embarrassed. “Did something happen?” he asked, suddenly focusing all of his attention on his cape.

Sakura placed a hand on top of the cape and pulled it away from him to force Sasuke to look at her. “She’s missed your company for many years, Sasuke-kun,” she said. “The least you can do is tell her you care.” Sakura stared directly into his eyes with genuine concern, something that reminded Sasuke of his own mother. He didn’t like the feeling churning in his stomach. Danger? No. Fear? Somewhat.

Sasuke sighed, defeated. “Where is she now?”

“Probably ran of to Chouchou’s,” Sakura replied. “She’s going to find out soon enough that they’re visiting Shikamaru today.”

Just as Sakura finished her sentence, the front door opened. Sakura glanced over Sasuke’s shoulder and gave a warm smile. “Welcome back,” she said. Sasuke grew tense as he felt his daughter’s eyes scan his back before she huffed away to her room. When the door to her bedroom shut, Sasuke looked back to Sakura almost pleadingly. Sakura only furrowed her eyebrows in irritation and pointed to Sarada’s room. “March,” she ordered. When Sasuke sighed, Sakura walked over and let a hand cradle his cheek. “She needs you.”

Sasuke ran his fingers across her forehead before making his way to their daughter’s room. He raised his hand to knock, but hesitated. Just do it, he thought. He knocked with his knuckles gently.

Sarada knew it was her father. If it were Sakura, she would have called her name or let herself in. Papa has a lot to learn about his own house, Sarada thought bitterly. “Come in,” she called out from her desk. She folded her book and turned to face the opening door. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. She hadn’t seen him so sheepish before: he entered without looking her in the eye, which was a first. His footsteps were timid, as though there may have been traps set up on her floor. “Do you need something?” Sarada asked.

Sasuke looked at her then. Such a confident, strong-willed daughter they have. Her personality radiated with Sakura’s energy. “May I sit?” Sasuke asked. Sarada nodded to the bed. He walked around it and sat in front of her. His legs were so long that his knees were nearly pressed into his stomach when he took his seat. Sarada noticed his clumsy motion and almost scoffed.

“Do you need something?” Sarada repeated, impatience sewn into her tone.

“Your mother told me to talk to you.”

Sarada’s expression grew unamused. “So you don’t want to talk to me,” she clarified.

Sasuke raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I do.”

“But Mama told you to talk to me. If she didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

Sasuke opened his mouth to reply. He was already a man of few words, and she was thwacking him with her own, baiting him. Sasuke shook off her smart remark and mirrored her unamused expression. The two of them stared down for a few moments, father and daughter, flesh and blood.

Sakura peered into the room and saw the familiar expression on Sarada’s face. It was an expression that she had never seen on her before, but on her father years ago. He would constantly give their teammate that look. No nonsense with Sasuke. It’s like looking at a picture of him… She really is his daughter, Sakura chuckled to herself, then pressed herself against the wall to listen in further on their conversation. You can do this, Sasuke-kun.

After a few moments, Sasuke broke the silence. “So you hate me.”

It was Sarada’s turn to be surprised. “No,” she answered instantly, not noticing that the word has escaped her mouth. She realized it too late, and then turned away from him, focusing all of her attention on her big bunny plush. “What brought that about?” she grumbled.

Sasuke followed her gaze and recognized the toy he had sent back to Sakura years ago to give to Sarada. Its color was duller and its marble eyes had been scratched over time, but it was surely the one that he picked out himself. “It was handmade in a village seventy miles from here,” he commented.

Sarada glanced at her father from the corner of her eye curiously.

“I picked it out because your mom said you liked rabbits.” He met her gaze. “Was she wrong?”

Sarada reached out and rubbed the one of the bunny’s ears instinctively. “No.”


Sarada spoke up next. “So you hate me.”

If she were talking to anyone else but her father, there would be confusion. From hatred, to a bunny, back to hatred. Sasuke understood the train of his daughter’s thoughts, however, and replied instantly, “Never.” He reached out and touched the bunny’s other ear with his rough fingers. “I would never because I could never.”

Sarada stared into her father’s eyes and was taken aback. For the first time, there was pain within them. What shocked her is that she had seen that pain before. However, it was not from him, but from her own reflection. There was a wave of understanding that hit them both. Guilt washed over father and daughter, flesh and blood. For Sasuke, it was guilt for not being there for her every milestone as she grew up. For Sarada, it was guilt for holding his absence against him when he had no control.

“I’m sorry, Sarada.”

Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked down at her lap.

“I’m sorry, Papa.”

Sasuke let go of the rabbit’s ear and rested his hand on her shoulder. When she looked up at him, he let go of her and tapped his fingers on her forehead. Sarada understood, now, that it was a gesture of returns. When Sasuke stood up to leave the room, Sarada threw herself into him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Sasuke was taken aback for a moment, and only a moment, before he rested a hand on his daughter’s back and gave her a reassuring pat.

Sarada let go and returned to her desk. She put her hand back on her book. When Sasuke closed the door behind him, Sarada looked at the bunny resting on her bed. She stood and crawled onto her covers and hugged the bunny tightly, breathing in the scent of her father’s travels.

On the other side of the door, Sasuke closed his eyes tiredly. When he opened his eyes, Sakura was there in front of him. “Good job,” she mouthed. She leaned in and whispered, “You really are her father.”

I made a thing y’all!

Everyone Deserves a Christmas Gift
A Miraculous Ladybug one-shot

It’s Adrien Agreste’s first Christmas without his mom. Already giving into the idea that this will be the worst Christmas ever, he is surprised to find there are more people that care about him than he thought. After one of the nicest Christmas dinners he has ever had, and thankful for all the love that surrounds him, he fulfills a task his mother would have wanted him to do. 

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I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Also, I LOVE THE ANGST >:) 

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For A Moment

Originally posted by mylovelyidols

For A Moment
Genre: Angst

It was almost three in the morning when you heard the frantic knock at the door. You tied your robe over your body as you hurried to it. Checking the peephole you sighed seeing your best friend Hanbin standing there with a back pack. “What the hell are you doing?” you groaned before unlocking it and swinging it open. “Do you have any idea what time it-”

“We broke up…” he whispered. His eyes were red, rimmed with tears.

“What? What happened?” You stood stunned, eyes widened. Before you could react he crashed his lips against yours, causing you to stumble into the apartment. Your hands grabbing at the material of his t shirt as you stepped back. He closed the door behind him as he deepened it. Wasting no time leading you to the bedroom.

As you fell back you looked up at him. He slipped off his shirt before attacking your neck with kisses. “Hanbin…please…” you panted “Wait…” you pressed your hand against his chest. “What happened?” It wasn’t easy being in love with your best friend. Especially when that friend had the rockiest relationship with his girlfriend.

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Got struck by the urge to rewatch Justice League/Unlimited.

Man, they did Diana dirty in the early episodes. The sexist comments towards her by other characters feel less like in-universe viewpoints of flawed people and more like things the writers honestly think are witty and cool, the Amazons are hampered by one-dimensionality and strawfeminist writing, and naive to the point of stupidity is not a good look for Wonder Woman.

I do recall things getting smoother in later seasons, but she definitely has the rockiest start. The Aquaman episode in particular really shows that they didn’t know what to do with her–if any member of the cast is going to comment on isolationism or royalty it should be her, yet her only real role in the episode is to Be Womanly next to Mera.

That said, I dig it when google knows what I’m looking for.

Celebrating our 5th year anniversary today! 🎉 Here’s a little time lapse of our 5 years together 😋. It’s really amazing how far we come. This year was probably one of the most rockiest years of our relationship. When our first meeting was cancelled the first time last year, it left things really rough and uneasy between us for the longest time. Rescheduling was also a major struggle which didn’t help at all.

But we pulled through and I would say that our relationship has gotten stronger. This year of our relationship will always have a special place in our memories when we look back, because despite all the hardships this year, we were able to still reach one of the biggest milestones in a nevermet LDR relationship- finally meeting after 4 long years. I love you so much Cruz! Looking forward to even more years with you.❤️