sound of a vacuum

sannamon  asked:

can i ask what are your favourite facts/Pictures/any content of namjoon that makes you laugh or smile the most? i need some rn tbh haha.....

  • he gives their studio computer endless viruses 
  • he is as soft as an overcooked noodle
  • his underground stage name was runcha randa jfc
  • when he wore a you got no jams shirt
  • this video is a blessing

  • pictures with his mom
  • he said in an interview that if he ever got a non-idol girlfriend he would write a song apologizing to her for being so busy
  • he makes cute puns like namu namu
  • he woke up to the sound of jungkook sucking flies into a vacuum in the middle of the night
  • his love for all things soft and cute; ryan, brown, jimin 
  • his 14/10 dorkiness 
  • he likes to hold things/people while he sleeps
  • namjoon as the maknae 

  • this gif

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  • and of course his smile
  • Ruby: And over there, Ms. Belladonna, is our dog Zwei.
  • Kali: Oh, how cute! May I pet him?
  • Yang: You’re not scared of him?
  • Kali: No. Why would I be?
  • Ruby: Well you’re a cat faunas, aren’t you?
  • Kali: Kids, just because I have cat ears doesn’t mean I’m actually a cat. Don’t be silly.
  • Yang: Then what about Blake? She is scared of dogs...
  • Ruby: ...And loves fish...
  • Yang: ...And hates the sound of vacuum cleaners...
  • Ruby: ...And sleeps in a box sometimes....
  • Yang: ...And you can distract her with a lazer pointer.
  • Ruby: I even saw her lick herself once!
  • Kali: Oh that....Well I don’t know what to tell you. Blake’s just weird.
  • *Ruby and Yang look over at Blake, who has her hands tangled in a ball of yarn*
  • Blake: A little help.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just wanted to apologize for any crazy fans who harassed you or any of the crew member for the trans marco theory thing. I don't exactly support the theory as well, since I find that 1 guy and 1 girl as protagonist creates a perfect balance that welcome both side of the gender and having 2 girls instead would favor more on the girl side of the demographics. But it's wrong to send hate to the crew or ANYONE over it for that matter. I hope you don't have a bad impression of our fandom :(

Hey! Thanks for writing in! Don’t worry, I don’t have a bad opinion of the fandom–in my experience, every fandom has its own brand of drama, and there are plenty of creators who have experienced much worse than I did. 

But I did want to say something on the middle section of your comment! So: it’s totally fine if you aren’t interested in the trans Marco theory and personally prefer shows with one male and one female protagonist. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions! But when you bring up this particular opinion in a conversation about female and LGBT representation, it makes it harder to have these kinds of conversations.

“Balance” sounds super great … in theory! If this show existed in a vacuum, then I would absolutely agree with you that equal gender representation is ideal. But it doesn’t. This show exists in our world, and our world has some pretty lame stuff in it. 

For instance, you mentioned that having two female protagonists would favor a female demographic. But here’s the thing: animated shows are functionally not ALLOWED to have a show with two female protagonists. Historically, networks have overwhelmingly favored shows with male protagonists because advertisers who support television networks have preferred to manufacture and market toys and products aimed at young boys.

Every once in a while, networks seek out shows with female protagonists–with the caveat that they be accompanied by a male costar. They don’t want to risk losing their “boys” demographic and, at the end of the day, that means that boys are valued more than girls. So when you see a show with a “balanced” show with a female lead and a male sidekick, remember that that “equal representation” is done to cater to male viewers and is usually mandatory. 

And then there’s the trans element.* Trans representation is exponentially rarer than female representation. If you are a trans kid growing up, you will have a very hard time finding your experienced reflected in the media you consume. And when the media you consume–and the culture that creates it–acts like you don’t exist, it’s easy to feel like you yourself don’t exist. That you don’t deserve respect. 

While we are seeing better representation of LGBT folks in media, we still have a long way to go. In the meantime, some people are taking matters into their own hands, either by creating their own stories or through fan theories. And that’s ultimately (to my understanding) what the trans marco people are doing: they see the potential for representation and make it their own. 

So when people post about the trans marco theory, hoping for representation that they badly need and deserve, it’s probably not a good time to jump in and talk about how having two female protagonists would make the show “unbalanced.” The WORLD is unbalanced. We gotta do something to tip the scales back in the right direction. 

And after all, if you wanted male representation, you could easily look to the supporting cast–or any number of animated shows that feature primarily if not exclusively male protagonists. There is really no shortage of them.

Again, I want to stress that if you like the one-boy-one-girl dynamic, that’s fine! But there’s a time and place for that opinion. 

*Disclaimer: I am not trans! And I don’t pretend to speak for trans people. Please feel free to correct or add onto this. 

The Arrangement (pt 5)

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After having a quick dinner, you set the table with Jimin’s food and made your way to your room. You immediately started packing all that you could and all the while made a mental list of all the things you wanted to get at the store tomorrow before your in-laws would be home. 

Jimin came to the kitchen a little while later and he was expecting you to be sitting at the table, eating dinner. But instead, he found some dirty dishes in the sink and his food set on the table. He hated eating alone, but he got used to it at night. Sometimes you would eat with him for breakfast, but you only ever sat in silence. You had one friendly conversation after all these months, so nothing was supposed to change in your dynamic… right? He sighed as he pulled his chair out and sat down. 

The next morning, Jimin woke up to the sound of the vacuum. He turned to look at the clock and was surprised that it was already 9:30. Usually, he would have been at work by this time, but he had taken the day off in order to prepare for his parent’s arrival. He quickly brushed his teeth and took a shower in order to prepare for the long day ahead. He entered the living room a few moments later only to find it more clean than usual. You had always made it a deal to have the house clean, but everything was in tip top shape today. The magazines were all organized neatly on the coffee table and that vacuum patterns on the carpet were left to be admired. He looked up to your side of the house and found a few boxes outside. You exited your room a few minutes later, wiping off some sweat from your forehead. 

You hadn’t heard Jimin wake up and you figured you would just let him sleep in on his day off. You weren’t really sure how much help he would be anyways. 

“So…I guess I’ll move these boxes into my room then?” he asked, walking towards the first box.

“Oh. Uh, good morning. And yeah, that would be great, thank you” you said, thankful for the help. 

Pretty soon, all the boxes were moved into his room and you were almost done cleaning the house. You had been up since 6am, cleaning and packing and rearranging the guest room. You still had so much left to do though and you were tired just thinking about it. 

“How about you go unpack the boxes? I cleared out some space for you in the closet and in the bathroom” Jimin said. He could notice how tired you looked already, but the job had to be done. The act had to be perfect.

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Grand Blues 781 Katalina and the Lyria of the Past

[Katalina found her clothes from her time in the Erste Empire among her luggage]
Lieutenant of the Erste Empire, Katalina: “Wearing these reminds me of when I first met Lyria in the Empire.”

Vyrn: “Huh… what was Lyria like back then?”
Ka: “Unlike now, she spoke very little and gave a very subdued impression.”
Ka: “But of course that’s because she was being imprisoned by the empire…”
Lyria: “Wai- stop that, Katalina!”

Vy: “Ahaha! Though I kind of would like to see what it’d be like to have a quiet Lyria!”
Ly: “Geez! Vyrn-san, not you too!”
??: “You can’t!!

Zehek: “The power to control primal beasts… the girl in blue… and on top of that, if she became a silent type character…
(The Empire’s Secret/The Girl in Blue/Linked Fates/Primal Beasts/Lost Memories/SHWOOOP)
Lunalu: “Lyria’s chuuni-power would go beyond mortal limits!
Ly: “Chuuni-power!?

Orchid: “…if Lyria were silent, she’d overlap with me so…”
Or: “You can’t…”
Lyria: “Even Orchid!?


There is sound in space, thanks to gravitational waves

“These waves are maddeningly weak, and their effects on the objects in spacetime are stupendously tiny. But if you know how to listen for them — just as the components of a radio know how to listen for those long-frequency light waves — you can detect these signals and hear them just as you’d hear any other sound. With an amplitude and a frequency, they’re no different from any other wave.”

You’ve likely heard that there’s no sound in space; that sound needs a medium to travel through, and in the vacuum of space, there is none. That’s true… up to a point. If you were only a few light years away from a star, stellar remnant, black hole, or even a supernova, you’d have no way to hear, feel, or otherwise directly measure the pressure waves from those objects. But they emit another kind of wave that can be interpreted as sounds, if you listen correctly: gravitational waves. These waves are so powerful, that in the very first event we ever detected, the black hole-black hole merger we saw outshone, in terms of energy, all of the stars in the observable Universe combined. There really is sound in space, as long as you know how to listen for it properly.

Come learn about it, and catch a live event, live-blogged by me, this evening!



“Many thought [the Empire’s] occupation would not last, or would be token. Most believed they had come because of the temples. We thought, they have come to crush belief, because belief leads to hope, and hope can topple monsters. They will stay long enough to crush hope, but they do not understand that hope can be a very small thing. It doesn’t need much to survive. An occasional breath of air. A flicker of warmth. Hope can live in a vacuum.”

“You sound like your friend.”

“Only when he is not around.” Baze grinned.

Guardians of the Whills by Greg Rucka

I love Baze a lot

anonymous asked:

Hi, could you do a fic where Spideypool are a secretly married couple and have to hide the fact from citizens /enemies when they are dp&sp ?

It’s been so long, and the reason is, I GOT INTO UNIVERsITY!! Yay!! I’m gonna try and pump some of these out, but yay!!

Peter stumbled into the Avengers building, coffee cup in hand, barely awake.  Tony had called him in extra early, which was unsurprising. Ever since he had started working for stark industries, he was called in either for work business, or superhero business. Tony was the only one who knew about his double life, so it was touch and go when he walked into the building.
Peter let himself in, punching in the code to the lab tiredly.  He froze when he saw the Avengers standing around tensely. He clutched his cup to his chest and resisted the urge to pull down the mask he knew wasn’t there. They all paused in their conversation to stare at Peter until the silence was too awkward and he had to laugh nervously.
“Peter,” Tony said, waving his hand at him to come into the room. “We’re in the middle of something, but you can just come in and work. Just stay quiet over there, okay kid? I need that thing fixed.”
Peter nodded and swallowed down the feeling that he had made a mistake. Was he supposed to come in uniform? He sat in the corner and put his headphones in, but he could feel Natasha and Clint’s eyes boring into his back.  
Steve cleared his throat. “Okay, so we are in unanimous agreement about what we discussed?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Peter could see a few hesitant nods.  He pulled out his toolbox and started quietly working, even though he had finished this project weeks ago.  
“Good, then I guess, let’s bring him in.” He could sense a hardness in Steve’s voice that Peter recognized as dislike. He had a sinking feeling in his gut, even before the door opened and Wade’s familiar voice.
“Hi, team! I brought snacks!” Peter turned to see the bright leather of Wade’s Deadpool suit, and groaned a bit, pushing himself into the corner more. Wade hadn’t spotted him yet, but he knew his situation would be a hundred times more embarrassing when he did.
“Okay, listen pal, just because your working with us doesn’t make you part of our team,” Clint grumbled
Wade stepped forward and laughed obnoxiously. “Gee, that’s rich coming from you, cupid.”
Peter felt himself involuntarily tense. Clint was an okay guy, but he and Wade were not on good terms. He resisted the urge to turn around and tell Clint to keep his bitter remarks to himself, but Natasha beat him to it.
“Boy’s please, your making our guest uncomfortable.” He felt a tight grip on his shoulder. Oh god. Peter shrunk into himself as Natasha gave him a look, and recognition flicked across Wade like a light globe.
“Oh, this is just too good!” He laughed clapping his hands together and rubbing them cunningly as he walked around the table to stand by Peter’s hip. Peter glanced at him, trying to give Wade his best warning look, but as per usual, it had no effect.
“Where are my manners? I’m the Deadpool of your dreams. And you are the handsome beauty of my dreams. I’m digging this nerdy college boy look baby! It’s really turning my floppy drive into a hard disk if you know what I mean!”  

Peter felt embarrassment crawl up his neck as Wade regarded him. The room paused again and Steve piped up.  

“I’m not quite sure what that means but please, let’s get to the issue at hand, and leave Tony’s employee’s out of it.”
“Why Captain of course, but there’s nothing I’d like more to have my hand on Tony’s employee. Peter, is it?” Wade leaned down to speak to Peter, tiptoeing his gloved fingers across the desk.  
Peter sighed. Wade absolutely loved doing this, pretending that they didn’t know each other. He liked having a special secret all to himself.  
“Don’t worry baby boy, I know that you already know me. I’m like, big news now or whatever.”
Peter felt the corner of his mouth twitch up.  He turned back to his table, as they started discussing “important” things that they needed Wade for.  
Wade wasn’t listening, even though Peter was. Wade was too busy smiling at Peter and watching him tinker around with scraps.  
Once the meeting was over (Peter assumed it was over, because Bruce had stormed out, and Thor was now trying figure out how to eat the doughnuts Wade had brought) Wade turned back to him with a cheeky grin.
“So baby, now that all that stuffy business is over, howsabout we go out for some grub! As you can see by the god currently stuffing his face, I have great food taste. I’d love to take you out and treat you well, baby.”
Peter smiled looking at him and lowering his voice. “I thought I was cooking tonight? I bought ingredients yesterday.”
“They’ll stay good for one more night Petey, let’s eat out tonight! Now that you’ve got a high-tech job, I think we should celebrate!”
Peter snorted and set down his screwdriver. “We can’t go out, Aunt May is visiting tomorrow remember? The house is a total mess hun.”
Wade pouted and tugged on Peter’s sleeve like he did when he was trying to get his own way. Even after a couple of years, Peter still couldn’t resist it.
“Fine, if you go home right now, and vacuum, we can go out for dinner.” Peter leaned closer and dropped his voice even lower, just the way he knew Wade liked. “And then we can get cozy in bed with dessert and watch the next episode of whatever show you want.”
Wade moaned and wrapped his arms around Peter’s shoulders whispering into his ear “This is why I married you.”
Peter made a mock-offended sound. “Wade, I married you. Now go vacuum, please.”

Wade was standing on the sidelines, next to the one and only Captain America, ogling at his husband’s ass in tight spandex. No matter how many times he woke up next to Peter, his sweet ass still blew Wade away.
“Good god, that is a sweet goddamn ass. Oh, bless.” He watched as Peter flipped in and out of buildings, being the first part of their four-part attack plan against some bad guy. Wade wasn’t really listening, he was only there to make sure Peter was safe, and to watch his amazing body.  
Steve looked back at him with a frown. Wade rolled his eyes.
“C'mon Cap! I know you’re all about righteousness and whatever, but don’t tell me you don’t sometimes have a peek! It’s natural man, every red-blooded male does it yo!”
Wade ignored the skeptical look the hero gave him and clapped him on the back. “Nothing is as good as Spidey’s ass, though, by god. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and I doubt I ever will.”
Steve looked uncomfortable, shifting his shield in his hand.  
“I don’t appreciate that kind of crude conversation. Aren’t you…married.”
“Oh yeah! I’m so married! Married hard!” Wade ripped off his glove and showed his ring for emphasis. Peter and Wade had bought it together, and for once, looking down at his rumpled skin actually made him feel proud. The gold nestled there reminded him of Peter’s vows, of his promises to love and cherish him, every part of him, even the parts that Wade didn’t like.  
The memory made Wade’s heart squeeze and made him smile goofily. When he looked back up, Cap was giving him an incredibly strange look. Wade didn’t really care.  
Peter landed on the wall next to wades head, signaling the second phase of their plan. Cap sprung into action, diving into the battle as Wade moved over to scrape his husband off the wall.  
Peter laughed, swinging around him before noticing his bare hand.

“What’s this then?” Peter challenged with a smile. “A wedding ring? We’ve been rendezvousing this whole time and you’re married? I can’t believe it.”
“Yes, it’s true. I’m married to the most beautiful, funny and smart man in all the world! He has the most bangin’ bod, well, second only to you.”  
Peter snickered, taking the moment alone to twine his fingers with Wade’s and play with the ring.  
“He sounds like the luckiest guy in the world.”
“He will be tonight. I’m making pasta.”
Peter laughed, patting his head as Wade put his glove back on. “Well, I’m jealous. And busy. If we keep trapezing like this we are going to get found out.”
“I like how taboo this is baby.” Wade said, wiggling his eyebrows, “What do you say, after this, do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little more private? We can have a bath together? There will be wine and Ben and Jerry’s.”
Peter smiled, placing a chaste kiss on Wade’s mouth before climbing up the wall. “Sweetie, you had me at bath.”  

When the Ink Dries Part V

Rated: Explicit

Notes: Thank you @icedteainthebag for spending immense amounts of time working this through with me and for being brilliant.  @gazeatscully and @h0ldthiscat for the hugely helpful early stage beta’ing that helped get it to this point.

And to all of you who’ve been so supportive and amazing.

Parts I-IV can be read here

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Chapter 11

The strident echo of Stella’s boot heels grew humbler come late afternoon as they clicked down the damp concrete sidewalks of London’s shopping districts.  All morning long, she’d walked arm-in-arm with Scully in a mood seemingly unscathed by pain and weather best described as a permanent cold sweat.  But now Scully could feel Stella’s arm growing heavy, leaning a little rather than leading, and beneath the buttery leather of Stella’s off-day civilian jacket was a tightly clamped fist, the humps of four bracing fingers visibly knuckling the black calfskin.  Scully asked if she needed another painkiller.

“One last stop,” was Stella’s indirect answer.

“Are you sure because -”

And then Scully saw it.  Secretive and svelte, a door tucked trenchlike down four wrought-iron steps–a place that looked as likely to sell James Bond his spygear as it did his girlfriends their racy underwear.  Scully had been watching Stella fight to feel like herself all day, and one look at this shop said it was meant to be the pièce de résistance in that carefully drawn battle plan.   

“Nevermind,” she said.

The first time Stella ever suggested they go shopping together, they’d just arrived in Chicago, one of their early girls’ weekends when they’d managed to make their paths cross amidst conferences and con artists (psychics, was Mulder’s word for them).  A  wicked midwestern wind had whipped past as they stepped out of the taxi and Stella promptly announced that she hadn’t packed appropriately.  A bit of a rash declaration for someone who’s just arrived, Scully had thought, a bit like someone who, say, wanted to go shopping.  In an effort to act fast, she’d offered to sacrifice up her own warm coat.

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There You’ll Always Be

Title:  There You’ll Always Be

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy

Word Count: 1579

Warnings:  language, character death, implied sexual activity, angst

Author’s Notes:  written for @klaineaholic 400 Follower Celebration. My prompt:  “If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?” I also decided to use it for Angst Appreciation Day. Thank you @mamapeterson for helping me angst when I couldn’t angst. I took some liberties with the dialogue in 12.21 There’s Something About Mary.

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grassina3  asked:

Heeeey I really love all your writing, it always makes me so happy when I get the notification that you posted! ^_^ I was wondering if you could do SHINee doing chores/cleaning the house

hi bebs~ that really means a lot to me^^ offffff course ~


  • wondering how it’s humanly possible to generate this much trash (taemin: you’re trash / onew: what did you just say to me / taemin: ………… 6v6;; your trash?)
  • they took out garbage two days ago (taemin: but you’re still here / onew: are you going to be like this all day?? / taemin: pretty much) 
  • makes taemin help him for being a lil shit (onew: you’re out now, bye) 
  • realized that the two ginormous bags were not the end bc there’s the bathroom garbage cans as well as individual room ones…………… 
  • shoos taemin back inside (taemin: i knew you’d come back for me) 
  • needs to have a serious talk with the members about reducing their carbon footprint 
  • has prepared slides 


  • his laundry basket
  • it’s full
  • with his clothes 
  • ……..sus p icious 
  • all of his clothes are black or white but “separating whites and colors into two loads is a myth, nobody got time for that” (key: *concern*) 
  • his clothes are now a general grey-ish color 
  • “i meant to do that” 
  • secret tears about his favorite white tee
  • taemin: hey hyung / jong: yeah??? / tae: it’s just white t-shirt *fingerguns*
  • and that’s how jonghyun came to write “white t-shirt” (it’s all about you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you 휴ㅅ휴 my white t-shirt)  


  • was talking to taemin when he suddenly got up and started vacuuming (taemin: ??? ) 
  • “WHAT I CAN’T HEAR YOU” / taemin: *flips him off*
  • you know that NEED to clean this instant??? 
  • it waits for no man 
  • not even lee taemin in the middle of a sentence, who is now flipping him off with both hands 
  • singing “delicious” loudly over the vroooooooom sounds 
  • febreezes everything 
  • turns on the fan & wakes up minho sleeping on the couch so he doesn’t die 


  • swi-swi-swifering~
  • wearing (mismatched) socks so he could slide across the wood floors 
  • he doesn’t have matching socks anymore bc the drier eats them ok
  • with the amount of hair he’s picking up someone in shinee is going bald srsly (key: unacceptable, i’ll get the deep conditioner and shower caps and we’ll all be mushrooms for a bit) 
  • regards the swiffer 
  • spins it like onew’s dream girl move 
  • smacks himself in the face (onew: lol) 
  • is super insulted 
  • he would really like to know how jinki works 
  • for science


  • in his room with comme des and garcon lying on him bc they freaked out at the sound of the vacuum (key: sorry babies~) 
  • since he doesn’t want to leave them is stuck in his room 
  • not much to clean here bc he actually kept it pretty neat this time 
  • but there’s one pair of jeans he took off and did not pick up 
  • they’re flipped inside out and splayed on the floor 
  • looks like he murdered the damn pants 
  • refuses to pick them up???? 
  • will actively step over them and not deal with the ONE thing cluttering his room 
Riverdale Imagine: Nightmare (Jughead x reader)

Thank you to @missjugheadjones for promoting my last imagine<3

Summary: Jughead, the reader’s boyfriend, comforts her after she is left traumatised by a night-time discovery down by Sweetwater River.

Approx. 1020 words

It was dark when it happened. I wouldn’t have gotten so close otherwise. I was running down my usual track next to Sweetwater River when Milo began aggressively tugging on his lead, growling and pining for something on the riverbank. Assuming that he had seen a rabbit or some other kind of small animal I allowed him to pull me towards the water’s edge, I needed a break anyway. Yanking my headphones from my ears, I collapsed exhausted upon one of the huge rocks that supported the river’s structure and I lay there for a moment. Despite its jagged surface which etched into my back slightly I couldn’t help but feel almost peaceful, the night air was pleasant and my surroundings still smelt of the heavy rain from the previous evening. I could hear Milo digging somewhere nearby, I knew he would be muddy and Mum would force me to bath him when I got home but I didn’t care, I was too relaxed to care about anything right now.

After a few minutes I ambled down towards the river to splash icy-cold water on my face, needing to cleanse the hot sweat from my skin before I dragged both myself and Milo home. As my hand broke the water’s surface however, I felt something unusually soft brush my fingertips. I gasped as Milo growled threateningly behind me, his eyes fixed upon the shallow water that lapped against my trainers; it seemed he had found what he was digging for. Tugging my phone from my pocket, I turned on my torch and peered into the murky shallows of Sweetwater River, a pair of eyes stared back at me.

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  • Stein: *gets woken by sound of vacuum cleaner outside his room (because contrary to popular believe, the Waverider does not clean itself)*
  • Stein: *groans*
  • Len: *opens door, vacuum cleaner in hand and still turned on* Oh, are you sleeping in here?
  • Stein: *stares at Len and groans more*
  • Len: *at Mick* Hey, I think he's sleeping in here!
  • Mick: *over sound of vacuum cleaner* What? *joins Len and proceeds to throw candy wrappers into Stein's room*
  • Stein: *keeps groaning*