Lance sat in a large gold beautiful canary cage. His soft purple eyes gazed out the bars. He shifted closer to the edge and held onto the cold steel.
Loud foot steps fell, revealing a tall figure with purple skin and long silver hair.
Lance tilted his head and he fluttered his lashes, “Prince?”
Lotor flashed a small smirk, “Yes, my pretty song bird?”
“I feel.. Lonely,” the human male spoke softly, “I miss… I’m missing something.. Or someone.. Am I missing you..?”
Lotor walked close, looming over him, “Yes, you were missing me. You want company..”
Lance looked to the floor, tears pooling down, “Are you sure it is you that I am missing..? My eyes.. They have so much.. Tears.”
“Yes, yes it is. And it is I that shall wipe them away..” Lotor used two fingers to brush off the tears from Lance’s face. The galran prince lifted the human’s face gently, “You are appreciated, my dear. No need to cry.”
Lance sniffled, “I am..?”
“Yes. Yes you are.”
Basically, Lance is put under a strong hypnosis (which makes his eyes purple) and forgets about voltron and the other paladins.
(As you know- hypnosis cannot work unless the one being hypnotized agrees to do so…)
Summary: Where Bucky Barnes hates you and you hate him or where Bucky Barnes only has eyes for you but you have eyes for someone else
Warnings: none I think, this is long tho ya’ll RIP.
Authors note: My third imagine you guys for the support! And thank you to my new followers for following me! Also this is divided into two parts: it starts out with your POV and then switches to Bucky’s
The kitchen is packed when you walk in. Steve had asked for the team to meet briefly, along with a few other lab techs and agents. You were one of those agents. You were recruited about two years after the avengers were reestablished and due to your aptitude in computers you hacked for Fury and due to your aptitude in hand to hand combat and weaponry you occasionally went on missions with the Avengers team.
You walk over to the counter where you find your usual cup of coffee waiting. You pick it up and take a long sip, eyes closing in content. Looking over at Natasha you raise your mug and give her a smile. Over the course of a year you and the Black Widow had become friends and now you were fairly close. Every morning you found a cup of coffee on the counter, made exactly how only you like it, half cream and one sugar. Natasha wasn’t openly affectionate but you knew it must be her, she showed affection in subtle ways.
Steve taps a spoon against his mug and the room quiets.“I just wanted to let you all know that we’ll be going over strategy at twelve today. So be there. Oh and meet in the training room, we’ll be usin’ the climbing rope for some exercises” You give a loud sigh, forgetting for a moment how quiet the room is. You hated those ropes.
“What, scared you’ll break a nail princess?” a deep voice says.
Your face contorts as a chorus of ooohs echoes across the room. You turn towards the bane of your existence.
“No” you snap “But you should be worried about breaking a hip, grandpa” muffled snickers wash over the room as you fix Bucky with your best death glare. But before he can retaliate Sam pipes up.
“Can we reschedule this WWE smack down for after I’ve eaten breakfast?”
Laughter erupts and you roll your eyes before walking over to stand next to Natasha as the agents start to disperse.
You despised James Barnes and he hated you in turn. When you first joined the team Bucky seemed shy towards you, but then again he was shyer in general back then. But one day he made a snippy remark towards you, and you being the person you are sassed him right back, and then a rivalry was born. You know Bucky hates you because he thinks you’re a spoiled little princess who thinks she’s too good for everyone and anything. You didn’t know why he thought that.
Okay you kinda did.
You were the type of person who is always put together, you enjoyed pampering yourself and dressing in cute outfits and always have your nails and hair done. You hated the fact that Bucky stereotyped you like so many people had before and vowed to work harder to prove him wrong. Your sense of style had nothing to do with your fighting abilities.
“I see you and Barnes are still at odds.” Natasha murmurs giving you a smirk.
“When will we not be?” You snort
“Hmmm… I don’t know, you know heat can often be mistaken for hate” the redhead says looking down at your coffee mug.
“Please, as if I could ever be with someone who looks down on me just because I enjoy fashion.” You take a sip of your coffee and look over to where Bucky’s sitting with Steve. He really was handsome, with that soft dark hair,strong jaw, piercing eyes and his muscular frame. He even made that metal arm work somehow. He always made the research techs blush and giggle with his compliments and made the team laugh with his sly comments. It’s really such a shame he was such a condescending jerk. You never would admit it, but it bothered you that Bucky singled you out. It reminded you too much of the times you had been the target in high school. And it’s depressing to know that nothing’s changed.
“Excuse me ladies,” You look up, only to meet eyes with the love of your life.
Steele was truly a genetic marvel. With thick auburn hair, a body that looked like its been carved by the gods and a face adorned with a square jaw, plush lips, long lashes and unreal light brown eyes, you were salivating whenever he walked into the room. Steele steps in between you and Natasha, and grabs a muffin from the counter behind you. He shoots you and Natasha toothy smile before heading out, probably to the labs. Thankfully you were a master at concealing your emotions so no one knew about your little crush.
“You have a little drool on your chin”
Well except for Natasha.
“Shut up,” you say, thankful no ones around to hear her
“You know I don’t think you and Steele would be the best fit.” Tasha says fixing you with her stare.
“Why not? He’s Sweet. Smart.Funny. Hot.”You tick off his qualities on your fingers
“I don’t know, I just think you’d click better with someone else.” she shrugs
“Who?” you press.
“Someone,” Natasha says giving you her secret smile. You roll your eyes.
“Okay when you find that someone please let me know”
“Who says I haven’t already have?”
You lay on the grass panting, after Steve’s climbing ‘lesson’ which ended in a long outdoor run in the heat, you’re pretty sure you’re never gonna be able to use your arms ever again. Or the rest of your body for that matter. Sam, Steele and Wanda lay next to you, with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha reclining in front of you and a couple of other agents laying down a few feet away. Sweat drips into your eyes and you wipe it away, and what looks like half of your face comes off onto the back of your hand. This is what you get for trying to make an effort this morning and putting on a little eye makeup. Of course Bucky-eagle-eyes spots this immediately and has to comment on it.
“You really put on makeup to train?” He says
“Why can’t you mind your own business for once in your damn life?” you hiss, sitting up to glare at him.
“Okay that’s my cue to leave,” Sam says. sitting up.
“You’re just in a hurry to go and try to woo ya lady friend” Steve snickers.
“Awww Sam you have a girlfriend?” You say looking over at him.
“Not exactly,” Sam scratches the back of his neck.
“He wishes!” Steve whoops “But that dame won’t give him the time of day”
“Shut up man” Sam groans standing.
“Don’t worry,she’s just playin’ hard to get.” Bucky says, and Wanda and Steele give encouraging nods.
“I hope so,” Sam chuckles. You smile up at Sam.
“If all else fails, give her flowers, girls can’t say no to flowers” You say. Natasha barely contains a snort.
“Hey!” You defend yourself “If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”
“I’ll take that into consideration, Simon Cowell” Sam bops you on the head. You give him a mock salute in return.
“Bye guys,” He calls over his shoulder as he walks away.
That night there’s a rose left in front of your door. You pick it up and place it in a vase in your room. Then you fall onto your bed and squeal into your pillow.Sitting up on your bed you stare at the flower you almost can’t believe someone’s taken an interest in you. Your mind races with the possibilities of who the flower giver could be. And then with the not so savory possibilities that it could be a mistake or a prank. You look at the rose’s velvety petals and sigh.
God you hope its from who you think its from.
All that week every morning you find a flower left in front of your door. Towards the end of the week you can barely contain your smiles. Friday morning rolls around and there’s no flower at your door. You hope this means that the flower giver is going to reveal themselves. Midday and then evening passes and still no flower giver. Disappointed you decide to go get carryout from your favorite restaurant to distract yourself. Walking down the corridor to your room you spy a figure pacing in front of your door. When they hear your footsteps, they freeze and look up. You look at them and then look at the massive bouquet of flowers in their hands.
Bucky Barnes hates you.
He hates your smart mouth.
He hates how you roll your eyes at him.
He hates how you always smell good.
Okay, correction. Bucky Barnes hates how you make him feel.
He hates how your smile makes his stomach flip. He hates how your skin always looks so soft because it make him want to touch it. He hated how when you put your hand with its ridiculous stacks of rings and powder blue nails on his arm he could feel his knees growing weak. He hated how the first time he met you he was so distracted by how gorgeous your face was and how good you smelled he couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
Bucky Barnes hates the fact that he’ll never be able you have you.
You’re too good, too sweet, too normal. He didn’t deserve someone like you. And besides a dame as beautiful as you wouldn’t want a freak with a metal arm. He’s resigned himself to this fact, but even still you make him weak. And he hates that most of all. So he snaps at you, undermines you, in hopes that if you would start to hate him he could hate you. But he could never hate you.
That’s why every morning he makes you a cup of coffee. Half of the cup is cream and one sugar, just like how you like it. Just so he could see your smile when you saw the mug on the counter and know that smile was because of him.
“You know I think Y/N would be very interested in learning who’s actually making her coffee every morning” Natasha’s voice behind him makes him jump.
“Natasha. Please.” Bucky sets the mug on the counter and turns towards the redhead.
“Alright, alright” Natasha holds her hands up “Your slightly creepy secret is safe with me.” Bucky sighs and heads towards the fridge to grab some milk. Natasha’s voice follows him “Despite what you think, you’d be good for her Barnes. Even you don’t have your head so far up your ass that you can’t see that you’d be good to her.”
Bucky says nothing, and sits at a stool at the counter, making himself a bowl of oatmeal. Steve walks in, clapping Bucky on the shoulder, and then slowly the kitchen starts to fill. You walk in last, of course wearing one of your ridiculous outfits. Today it’s cutoff overalls a tight short floral top and a backwards baseball cap. Bucky hates your outfits. The make it impossible for him to concentrate. He also hates how that scientist Steele makes googly eyes at you. How most of the agents seems to. But Steele makes him bitter because he knows Steele’s everything that he’s not, and can give you everything that he can’t.
Another thing Bucky hates? How you can look good with makeup smeared down your face. He can’t stop his eyes from following you as you get up to go get a late lunch with Wanda, Steele and Natasha.
A hand smacks the top of his head.
“What?” Bucky turns towards Steve.
“Make a move already you idiot.” The blonde says.
“Shut up” Bucky groans running his hands through his hair.
“You need to stop acting like a little boy on the playground, pulling her pigtails ‘cause you like ‘er” Steve snaps back. Bucky groans again. “And despite what you think you’re a good guy Buck. You deserve to be happy” Steve’s voice softens.
Bucky sighs,laying on his back. “I just-she just-” Bucky sighs again “I like her a lot Steve.”
Steve guffaws “You think I don’t know?”
“Ya don’t get it man-I like her almost too much,” Bucky mumbles. Steve rolls over and looks Bucky in the eyes.
“I get it. And I also get what you don’t get. How you need to make a move soon”
“Even if I was going to make a move it’s already too late.” Bucky says looking up at the sky “I-I’ve given her such a hard time I don’t think she would be interested.”
“It’s never too late. Just tell her how she makes you so nervous that you end up doing stupid things” Steve grins. “Works with the ladies every time”
“Man what do ya know about ladies?” Bucky laughs.
“Shut up.” Steve smacks Bucky “Just remember it’s never too late”
“It’s never too late”
Steve’s words echo in Bucky’s head when he heads back to his room that afternoon. And sitting on his bed, with this aching feeling of wantingclawing in his chest Bucky decides he’s going to take a chance.
He knows he can’t cold approach you and that you’d treat any compliments with suspicion. Suddenly your words echo in his head.
“If a guy took the time to get me flowers it would be a yes from me.”
So Bucky gets you flowers. That very night he goes out and gets a bouquet of roses and leaves one at your door that night. And then one the next morning.And the next and the next. The second day he notices how smiley you seem. The third day he hears you giggling with Natasha
“I can’t believe it Tasha, someone’s been leaving me flowers!”
It’s the fourth day and Bucky’s sweating. It’s Friday and he’s decided to tell you and try to ask you out. He spends three hours pumping himself up to actually do it and another hour trying to look presentable. He changes in and out of several shirts before wearing a black button down and jeans. And then he tries to tame his hair into submission. ‘Does it always look this greasy?’ Finally he picks up the massive bouquet of different flowers he bought ‘More flowers more of a chance she’ll say yes?’ and prepares to head out.
“FRIDAY?” Bucky calls out tentatively. He always felt damn strange speaking into open air.
“Yes Sergeant Barnes?” the program answers
“Ms.Y/N is currently heading up to her room from downstairs. Would you like me to contact her?”
“No, thank you FRIDAY” Bucky answers. He decides he’s going to meet you in the hall.
“You’re welcome Sergeant Barnes.”
Bucky walks out of his room and he’s nervous it hits him like a wall and his palm starts to sweat. ‘I feel and look like a damn fool. I shouldn’t have gotten this invested in her.” Bucky thinks to himself. But for a moment he allows himself a future where you’ve said yes. Where you care for him even a little like the way he cares for you. And he wants that future.
Bucky hangs back in the corner before your hall for a little bit. Then he hears the click clack of your heeled shoes. He peeks around the corner. First he sees you-he always does. You look radiant, wearing a short long sleeved dress and those black heels he secretly loves on you. Then he notices the silhouette standing in front of your door. The male silhouette. Steele’s silhouette. Bucky’s stomach drops.When he seesyour face light up Bucky thinks that he would feel bitter.
But he just feels sad.
‘I guess there is such a thing as too late’
He starts to slip away before you see him.As he turns around he hears your voice. It’s like a knife.
Why was it that Samoa Joe couldn’t just take a damn seat for once — not go shoving himself where he wasn’t supposed to be. No disqualification match or not, he had no fucking right to choose whether Roman or Braun won that match.
Of course you wanted Roman to win— but if Braun had earned his way to Summerslam you would’ve been fine with it.
You would’ve fretted over whatever god awful injuries Roman had, but at least it wouldn’t have left you with the sour taste in your mouth that witnessing Samoa Joe assault your boyfriend did. Ugh. In a sense it was predictable, only not like in bad soap operas where you got over it much easier (by dropping the show completely); this was your man getting put down.
The next live show was a mix of both RAW and Smackdown superstars, and you felt it was the perfect time to make a statement — without the repercussions that a televised show might get you.
Not that you weren’t considering doing something similar on RAW as well, but that was aside the point.
Joe was just finishing a match with Finn, the crowd eating up every bump either man took and filling the room with NXT nostalgia. Finn was defeated, that made you disappointed. The moments afterward, when Finn was hobbling his way back up the ramp, you got the attention of the sound crew, telling one of them to cue your entrance music.
“You’re sure this is scheduled, Y/N?” The techie asked.
“Yeah yeah, you know I wouldn’t mess around.” You smiled innocently. “And if anything happens, I ain’t telling on you or anything.”
The man sighed, radioing the booth to cut off Joe’s theme with your’s. The crowd went silent for a split second before picking up the applause, whoops of your name ringing out.
Everyone knew you were with Roman, and though he was still getting heat, the Universe still loved you and were anticipating what you might do. There had already been rumors of things boiling over, largely due to some wordy tweets you’d dropped.
You grabbed a mic on your way out the curtain, clearing your throat into it to make sure it was on. You sauntered to center stage, your legs positioned at shoulder width in a hard stance.
Samoa Joe directed his eyes at you from where he stood in the ring, where he had been busy yelling out to the hostile crowd and boasting about beating his opponent.
“Sup, Just Joe.” You chimed, walking forward with a sly pep in your step.
He didn’t have a mic himself, but you saw his mouth snarling as he spoke, his voice still distant over the noise of the crowd.
“So you ah… you kinda been popping around an awful lot lately. Sadly, either to get,” you paused, tapping the mic against your chin.
“1, overhyped. 2, beat. Or 3, pitifully trying to force some TV time.” Your voice dipped in growing annoyance, that smug look on his sweaty face making your blood boil while your foot slammed down onto the steel steps of the ring.
You were close enough now to hear him growl, “Very funny. But we all know you’re just getting pissy over your dog getting put to sleep—”
Your eyes shut for a quiet moment, collecting yourself just long enough to duck under the top rope and get onto the mat. When your eyes opened, they were glaring into Joe’s.
“Whenever you come bursting into situations, it’s always to ambush someone, huh? You don’t have the balls to just face your enemies head on, boy?”
He stepped closer, threatening.
“I take out my enemies anyway possible. Especially when they’re in my way.”
You stood still, your fists clenching.
“I’m not that moody,” You took a step forward as well, not backing down even with the height and mass advantage he had on you. “But I believe in karma for people like you.”
In one flick you threw your mic into his face, stunning him long enough for you to deliver a spinning kick to his leg before you bounced off the ropes behind you to spring up into a swing blade, your momentum and set up enough to throw him down onto his back with a thud.
You stuck your tongue out at him, hovering over his shocked face before flipping him the bird. The crowd exploded, cellphones going up and flashing all around.
Before he had the chance to get up and try to murder you, you laughed and jumped out of the ring, sprinting off to the ramp.
Quickness was sorta your thing.
And the rush of embarrassing the unstoppable, submission machine that was Samoa Joe was enough to have give an adrenaline boost, too.
Ah. The look of fury and mortification was gold.
You smartly ran off backstage, seeing only as Joe rolled out of the ring.
Your quick feet carried you past catering and the sitting areas, since you were planning to dip into the bathroom to lose Joe’s trail before hanging around the loading dock where only random dudes with cellphones hung around. A strong hand snatched your arm as you turned a corner.
“That was dangerous, baby girl.”
Roman’s deep voice never failed to send a shiver through you, more so when he was pulling you tight against the material of his vest, his wet hair tickling your ear.
“Don’t I live for that?” You chuckled, gazing back at him with a sidelong glance.
“You’re lucky he didn’t get a chance to lay a hand on you,” The hand on your arm slid down, locking your hand in his while his opposite fingers brushed some hair from your cheek. Affectionate touch clashed with the malicious words from between his teeth. “I would’ve torn him apart.”
“I think you mean he’s lucky then, Big Dog. I never intended for him to hurt me— just wanted to see him squirm.” Lacing your fingers with his thick ones, you pulled him behind the nearby stack of crates, casting you both in the shadows.
You both stared at each other, passion flaring between the minuscule space separating you.
“Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now..?” You murmured, batting your lashes in some completely phony act of shyness. The bite of your lip was the cherry on top as you leaned your shoulders against the crates, casting your eyes down.
He loved when you toyed around like that, making it seem as though there weren’t any nights where you were perfectly fine giving him lap dances or always shopping around for new lingerie he hadn’t seen yet.
He loved it even more that he could get you to break away from the act in mere moments.
Not saying a thing, he pinned one of your hands against the crate, delving his head down first to the skin of your shoulder, then to your collar, up your neck — all the while only his plump lips pushing softly against the flesh, his rough beard rubbing. You whimpered, the tiny sound earning you a bite on your lobe.
“You’ve been mine long enough to know I want to do so much more than kiss you right now…” His voice possessed you, your heart racing as one big hand pushed past the band of your panties and ring shorts, long fingers pressing between the crevice of your ass on their journey toward your moistening pussy. His middle finger pressed over your slit, massaging but not penetrating all while he muttered obscenities into your neck.
Right when you croaked out a moan into his vest, his hand retreated all too abruptly, making you pout. Roman smirked, his perfect mouth forming a perfect slant before he brought the previously invading fingers to his tongue, tasting your essence with a satisfied hum.
“… but I got a match next.”
The goosebumps on your skin from your increasing arousal fell flat, and you heated again in annoyance. Always teasing because he knew you’d let him get away with it.
“Sorry—” he started, smiling, but you yanked your hand from under his to pull his head down for a forceful kiss, squeezing fistfuls of his long hair in your hands.
His tongue darted out to access your mouth, but now it was your turn to pull away- even going as far as to wipe off your pinkish lips with the back of your hand.
Roman narrowed his rich brown eyes, arching a brow, and clicking his denied tongue on the roof of his mouth.
“I’ll see you after then, baby girl.”
“You better make it up to me.” You challenged curtly, crossing your arms as you hopped up onto a crate, spreading your legs oh so casually as he started to back away.
In this theory I am going to attempt to explain how the Gems of Steven Universe could potentially function in real life. This theory is based on a relatively superficial understanding of things like Quantum physics, so a more knowledgeable person in such fields would likely be able to tear this theory a new one. In fact I encourage such critiques, as I find debates like this rather entertaining.
With that disclaimer out of the way, let’s try to answer how, with my woefully rudimentary understanding of quantum physics, that The Gems could potentially function in real life.
First we need to answer, what are the Gems? In the internet short called Classroom Gems, Pearl explains that Gems project hard light structures from their gems that comprise of their physical form from their gems. These Gems contain all of what they are, and their body is, as Steven puts it, “just an illusion.”
An illusion with Mass.
Is the concept of Hard Light possible? Actually yes, and in fact we’ve reputedly already made headway in this department. Princeton University has reported that they have begun Crystallizing Light.
How have they achieved such a thing you ask?
Well what they did was they created a super conductive structure where the billions of atoms inside of it worked in tandem to create what they call an “artificial atom.” Photons that come in contact with this superconductive artificial atom take on the properties of said atoms, and they begin to interact with each other like particles. These photons, now entangled together like particles, began behaving like the states of matter, assuming qualities of liquids and crystallized solids.
In these experiments at Princeton, they reported that they were able to make light slosh about in a contained area like a liquid, and they were able to “freeze” this light into a Solid as well, all thanks to this superconducting “artificial atom” structure.
So we know now that there are potentially circumstances in which light photons can be made to behave like particles, thus creating hard light structures that are entirely malleable and able to shift between liquid and solid states very easily (assuming all this data is viable and laudable of course.) This sounds eerily similar to the Gem’s “physical” bodies. Much like with the results of these experiments, they are able to alter their physical forms at will, and as solids they behave just like regular physical bodies, if not much more durable.
So this begs the question, could a Gem potentially function as a superconductor?
A Superconductor is what is known as a Macroscopic Quantum effect, or something in quantum physics that is observable in large scale, as supposed to the atomic scale that quantum effects are normally associated with. A material becomes a superconductor when it reaches a temperature that allows energy to have zero resistance while traveling through the object. Normally an object’s conductivity is subject to resistance, which will cause the energy traveling through the object to be expelled via heat. This is why batteries run out of power when you put them inside something, because that energy is eventually expelled out of the wires via heat instead of continuing to circulate in the circuitry. In a Superconductor, the energy never leaves the circuitry and continues the circuit indefinitely until it no longer has its super conductive properties.
This is consistent with Gems in Steven Universe, as all the energy they will ever need is inside their gems. While real life super conductors require intensely cold (or hot) temperatures in order to achieve this quantum state of conductivity, the Gems themselves appear to be a highly sought after theoretical state simply referred to as a “room temperature superconductor.”
A room temperature superconductive material would change the world of technology forever. Extremely advanced technology that is theoretically possible, but require an intense amount of energy with conventionally conductive materials, would be able to achieve the same effects with a room temperature superconductor with very little or no energy loss. As long as the equilibrium of Superconductivity is maintained, anything that utilized such materials would be able to function indefinitely.
This as well is consistent with Gems from Steven Universe. While each gem has variations on how much power they can exert at a given time, as long as they maintain within their boundaries and limitations, their gem forms will hold and sustain themselves for thousands of years with no sign of deterioration. This would also explain why maintaining larger hard light bodies than their Gems are equipped for is taxing for them. By pushing themselves beyond their equilibrium, they are losing their superconductivity and are losing energy from their gems via heat.
When a gem is poofed, they retreat inside of their gems restore the equilibrium that superconductivity offers before reforming their bodies.
Can a Gem behave as a Superconductor? Gems, Diamonds and the like are composed of Carbon. Carbon can most definitely be used as a superconductor, especially as shown with experiments with a substance called Graphene.
Graphene is essentially a 2 dimensional diamond, a lattice of carbon a single atom thick that is intensely durable (many times stronger than steel) and is a step in the direction of finding that coveted room temperature superconductor. Part of the process that takes place in the Kindergartens therefore, is changing the gem from a conventionally conductive substance to a room temperature super conductor, and feeding the energy that is drained from around them into the gem so it can achieve equilibrium inside of it and they can pop out fully formed.
This would also explain why better formed gems like The Era 1′s are able to create things like Gem Weapons, while Era 2′s can’t even shapeshift. Gems like Garnet have energy to spare, so they can use it to create other hard light structures besides their bodies without affecting their equilibrium, while a gem like Peridot cannot afford such exertion.
So far we’ve explained that, theoretically speaking, the Gems are a room temperature superconductive structure made of carbon, which house within them an equilibrium of energy that can be used to manipulate photons into behaving like particles, which they use to comprise their physical forms. Next is to explain where the intelligence and personality comes from. This is decidedly easier to explain.
The Gems are artificial intelligence.
Each atom inside of this room-temperature superconductive gem is a transistor, the thing that sends those 1′s and 0′s that are the building blocks of any and all computer programs and languages. We already have single atom transistors, so applying them in an intricate structure in the form of a seemingly ordinary gemstone is both plausible and practical. In fact we are currently working on a device that uses graphene (that afore mentioned 2 dimensional diamond) that uses light instead of electricity to compute things. In the lattice of graphene there is a single atom which operates as an “optical switch”
Or a switch that can be flipped on an off at the speed of a photon.
To put it in more simplistic terms: Its a computer that does its computing at the speed of light and is woven together at the atomic level, not with visible circuit boards. The kind of processing power such a structure would have would definitely allow for an artificial intelligence comparable with or even significantly smarter than the average human.
So to recap: A Gem from Steven Universe, in real life, would theoretically be an Artificial intelligence, programmed into an atomic, superconductive-supercomputer (which computes at the speed of a photon/light) made of a type of carbon, has an equilibrium of light based energy within itself that won’t deplete as long as they stay within their boundaries of how hard they can exert themselves, and can manipulate photons into behaving like particles which comprise their physical forms.
Since wrestling fans are suddenly such high, moral beings now: Why did you all cheer Bruan Strowman when he did the same thing to Roman Reigns?
Crushing someone’s sternum with steel steps seems like a sure fire way of trying to kill someone to me.
And I know we all haven’t forgotten this moment. However, I don’t recall any of you rallying to Roman’s defense, screaming about how wrong this was. No, you chanted that Roman DESERVED IT (on both instances), and heralded Braun as a hero for it.
You’re okay with attempted homicide if someone you enjoy is doing it. And will distustingly cheer for it. So, please, spare me the bullshit about Roman getting a modicum of revenge for everything Braun’s done to him. You’re already proven hypocrites.
i also loved your post about christianity/women, so, prompt: deborah
you say i was not meant for this?
step closer. i’ve the taste of men’s
blood in my mouth & sacred flames
housed in my chest. these hands
drip with honey & venom. step closer,
so the palm shade falls over you.
look at the scars on my skin. have
you ever dreamt of elohim? his bones
are kingdoms of damascened
steel & i kissed them. step closer,
so you see my black eyes. grace
sings in cinnamon but also in daggers.
adonai loved the revolutionary poetry
of my veins back when the moon
was only a shard. tell me again,
boy, that the beauty of my survival
The rain was tapping incessantly on his car window and the wind was shaking the trees lining the sidewalk. Tom stared at your apartment through the passenger window. His leg was shaking and fingers were tapping the steering wheel erratically as his mind raced. He was beginning to doubt himself; he debated driving off, but he knew he’d only be back.
He looked down at the bouquet of flowers laying on the passenger seat and frowned, wishing something so pretty could be more permanent. In two weeks time, the flowers would wilt and die. Before that though, they would have to brave the torrent outside, as he was sure the heavy rain would damage their fragile petals. It didn’t look like the rain was letting up any time soon, though, and Tom was only stalling at this point. After turning off the engine, sucking in a breath, and steeling his nerves, he stepped out of the car.
Why is Michael Cole acting like Roman's behavior makes no sense?
Did they forget how Strowman dropped steel steps on top of Roman after their last PPV match and Roman was coughing up blood? And Roman had to stumble his way out of the main arena, refusing medical attention along the way? Remember that?
This was requested by @panda-girl1999 for some distraction and nope. Couldn’t come up with a better name so I used a sentence 🙃
Seth is about to propose to Reader but Triple H isn’t on board (Takes place after WM33) : Fluff / Proposal
Warnings: SLIGHT CURSING
It was the Monday after Wrestle Mania 33, also known to Seth Rollins as one of the most important night’s of his life.
That night’s the reason many know and refer to him as The King Slayer.
One that’s definitely going to go down in history, a day tho be remembered for years to come.
But tonight Seth wanted to make a new memory.
One that involved his long time girlfriend, Y/N.
The woman whose stuck with him through it all.
Good times and bad.
Breakups and make-ups.
He’s done it all with her, for 4 years now.
All but propose, that is, but that too was about to be added to their many list of accomplishments.
It was about to become part of the story he hoped to tell their kids someday.
When they do have kids, that is.
Seth paused in the middle of his celebration speech, acknowledging the night before, a bundle of nerves starting to hit him all at once. “…Enough about last night,” he said as the crowd started to die down. “There’s another big milestone I wanna share with all of you tonight.”
The crowd started to whisper in confusion, soon starting chants asking “What is it?”
The announcers joined in, curious as to what Seth meant.
Seth looked around, his eyes landing on the love of his life sitting front row trying to blend in with the hundreds of fans. “But first, I’m gonna need you for this baby.” He spoke into the mic.
Y/N’s eyes widen slightly as she immediately began shaking her head, no.
Seth chuckled at her reaction. “Guys…” He glanced over at two security guards who were over by the ring. “Can you bring her to me?” He asked pointing at Y/N.
The security guards accepted and carefully helped Y/N from her seat and over the barricade.
Y/N was then helped up the steel steps and through the ropes, being guided by Seth to the middle of the ring.
“Babe, what is this about?” She whispered to her boyfriend, only to get a smirk instead of an answer.
“I could tell you, but I think it’ll be best if I showed you…” Seth replied getting down on one knee seconds later.
Y/N gasped, her hands flying up and to her mouth covering it as she looked down at her the man she loved.
The mic was once again back to Seth’s lips as he began his long rehearsed speech. “Y/N, I know you know what I’m about to do, and the question I’m about to ask, but before we get to that, I wanna start by saying, thank you. Thank you for loving me and sticking with me. You’ve been by my side for as long as I can remember. Even when I was in my moods, trying to deny the fact that I was falling for you, trying to sabotage our love, you never fell for it, you saw through my defenses and stayed with me. Our love is something real, what most people dream of but can never have and because of that…” He reached in his pocket, pulling out a black ring box. “I wanna ask you to be my–” He stopped, getting up from the mat upon hearing music blaring through the arena.
The man who he beat last night’s music to be exact.
“Aww… would you look at this…” Triple H started off, sarcasm immediately evident in his voice. “Rollins’ proposing and he didn’t invite me to witness this big milestone.” He said mocking Seth.
Anger surged through Seth.
Was Triple H really ruining this for him?
He looked over at Y/N apologetically.
Just one look at her and he knew he wasn’t the only one who was angry, but she had every right.
This special moment for them was being interrupted right before her eyes.
“Hunter, c'mon. Not now.” Seth reasoned trying to get a hold of the situation before it could really start. “Whatever it is you want, let’s take care of it after.”
Triple H smiled devilishly, shaking his head. “There’s no better time than now.” He said inching closer to the ring.
“Hunter–” Seth started before getting cut off again, this time by Y/N.
She leaned over to him, whispering in his ear. “It’s okay baby, kick his ass… again.” She smirked, after saying the word ‘again’. “…I’ll wait.”
Seth nodded unzipping the top to his wrestling gear, watching her make her way out of the ring, then focusing back on Triple H. “Alright Hunter. My girl says to take care of you, so let’s do it.” He finished, attacking as soon as Triple H was in the ring.
Y/N cheered along with the crowd at the victory of her man. “You did it babe.” She exclaimed hugging him.
Seth nodded, wrapping an arm around her waist but soon backing off. “Now that that’s taken care of…” He got back down on one knee. “Will you be my wife?”
Cheers once again erupted through the arena, this time for a different reason.
The crowd chanted in unison “Say yes, say yes.”
Tears flowing freely from her eyes, Y/N looked down at a hopeful Seth. “Yes.”
pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood word count: 1691 a/n: dedicating this one to @lilyevians - I just wanted to bring a little cheer into your world right now because I got the sense that you might need it. I sent that anon ask yesterday and rolled with the flintwood+fake dating trope because I can’t stop/won’t stop. <3 (title from Stop Desire by Tegan and Sara)
don’t know why I’m helping you with this,” Oliver mumbled, straightening out
his tie and glancing at Marcus in the mirror reflection above his shoulder.
groaned and shook his head. “Didn’t think you could get more thick. I told you. Adrian and Terry have been making fun of me
for fucking ever for not having a date, and what better way than to fuck with
them then showing up at Cassius’s wedding reception with you?”
sighed, but he agreed. It had all been a coincidence anyways, the two of them
running into each other. Or at least, a product of themselves, the fact that
they had been signed to competing teams. Now that the war was over and the
International Federation was holding events again, it was only a matter of time
before they would have run into one another. What was so strange about it was
that they had spoken that first
event, Marcus had reached out his hand for a truce. And things were still
shaky, might always be shaky between the two of them, but over the part couple
months Oliver had started to consider Marcus a friend, or at least something
approaching a friend.
why when Marcus had bumped into him in Diagon, and gotten a very Slytherin
twinkle in his eye, Oliver had agreed to his plan. Without thinking through the
fact that now he had to follow through with it, and pretend to be Marcus’s date
for an entire evening. Just to fuck with his friends.
did not want to think about the fact
that there might have been a chance he would have said yes if Marcus had asked
for a real date. But that was a bridge that he figured they would never come
to. From the sounds of it, Marcus was more-or-less straight, which is why
everyone would have been so shocked (specifically Adrian, who Marcus was hoping
would see that he could be free to date men and finally ask out his long time
crush Terence.) Which complicated things, because he was pretty sure Marcus
thought he was straight too.
Marcus mumbled, and spun Oliver around. “You’re just fucking it up.” Oliver
noted, as Marcus untied his bowtie and fixed it up, that even though the other
man had large hands and thick fingers, he was surprisingly dexterous.
swallowed. “Thanks,” he mumbled, and Marcus flashed him a smile - a real smile - and Oliver tried not to
be so much easier to hate him again.
wedding itself had been a private affair, family members only. Marcus and
Oliver then, luckily, only needed to attend the reception. They arrived at the
party hand in hand, and as soon as they stepped in the room the entire crowd
stopped talking. Jaws dropped and Oliver heard more than one muttered “holy
shit is that Oliver Wood?” as they made their way through the crowd, Marcus in
the lead. Marcus’s hand was sweaty, just a bit, and Oliver decided it was
because he probably didn’t want to be holding onto Oliver at all.
though when they reached the table with Marcus’s friends, he didn’t let go.
Terry,” Marcus greeted, finally letting go of Oliver’s hand to pull a chair out
for him. “I’m sure you remember Oliver Wood?”
grinned weakly and reached across the table to shake the offered up hands.
thought you were joking!” Terry
pressed, in a stage whisper that was barely any quieter than normal speech.
“You said you were bringing Wood and I thought you were pulling our legs!”
flashed another grin, a devious one and his eyes twinkled in the same way
Oliver remembered from their run in. “Would I lie to you?” He asked, as he
dropped into his seat.
laughed. “Literally every day.”
went over smoothly, for the most part. Oliver didn’t say much, but when the
table finally switched into conversation about Quidditch he was happy to
participate. Adrian was a Ballycastle fan, which Marcus took well, his chest
puffing up in pride. Terry, on the other hand, mentioned that he thought
Puddlemere actually had a shot this year, and Oliver found himself lost in
conversation with the Slytherin.
pulled out of it when Marcus took his hand again. “Let’s dance.” Marcus
pressed. Oliver frowned - they hadn’t discussed dancing, but he couldn’t very
well say no now, could he?
once to Terry in a ‘thank you for saving me from everyone here’ gesture, he
followed Marcus onto the floor.
arrived, the song switched, tempo slowing down, couples moving closer together.
Oliver glanced at Marcus but the man looked fine, unfazed by this change of
events. Taking a breath to steel himself, Oliver stepped closer to Marcus and
placed his free hand on the other mans hip, letting Marcus do the same.
into the rhythm easily, bodies only inches apart. Oliver could feel the heat
radiating off of Marcus, could smell tobacco and leather polish and broom oil.
Could tell, from this close, that Marcus had freckles on his nose and a scar
under his left eyebrow. The proximity was heady and when the song ended Oliver
tried to step back, catch some fresh air.
tightened his grip. “Don’t leave me now, Wood.” He mumbled, and Oliver’s
stomach clenched and turned but he nodded. He had agreed to this. He just
needed to make it through another few hours and then he could go home and
actually start to consider this new information about Marcus, could close his
eyes and pretend things were different.
songs later, finally, Oliver managed to twist out of Marcus’s grip. “Need the
bathroom,” he breathed out, and turned on a heel to leave the hall. It was only
once he pushed open the doors, inhaled fresh cool air and leant back into a
small alcove that he realized he was in big trouble.
closed his eyes and rested his head on the brick behind him, but when he
inhaled again he realized the air was no longer fresh and clean. Marcus’s
unique smell was back nearly full force, and he swallowed hard before opening his eyes. Marcus was standing less than a foot
away from him, eyes looking almost worried as he scanned Oliver’s face. He was
blocking the only way out of the small space, but Oliver realized he didn’t
feel too claustrophobic - in fact, he wanted there to be even less space.
Wood?” He asked, his voice gruff in a way Oliver wasn’t used to.
managed to nod as their eyes connected. “Yeah. Just. Needed fresh air.”
nodded and stepped closer, pressing a hand into the stone wall that Oliver was
leaning against. He was just about to say something, lips three inches away
from Oliver’s, his exhale ghosting across Oliver’s face. And then the door
opened again and Adrian and Terry stumbled out, and Marcus’s eyes went wide and
they both froze in place.
you didn’t see the look on Wood’s face,” Adrian was saying to Terry. Oliver
frowned at Marcus and he pulled a face. “I don’t know what he did but he’s
managed to con Wood into coming, they’re not dating. He’s just doing it to fuck with us, which is exactly what I
said was going to happen. Merlin he’s such an asshole-”
was much quieter, and Marcus glanced back and then turned back to Oliver.
“Sorry,” he said, though he didn’t sound sorry at all, and then he crashed
their lips together. Oliver’s small noise of protest was muffled by Marcus’s
lips, and when it was clear the other wasn’t pulling back he lifted his hands
up, sliding one around to hold the back of Marcus’s neck and lifting the other
up to fist in his shirt.
Adrian stage-whispered, and then made a small strangled sound. “Fuck,” he
added, and Oliver listened as the footsteps padded away. “Fuck there are
totally snogging, I don’t know how he-“ Adrian’s voice faded off and the kiss
lingered another minute before Marcus finally pulled back.
that for?” Oliver tried to sound
angry, he really did, but he knew there was no malice in his voice anymore.
Knew he couldn’t be angry because even when Marcus laughed and said it was a
joke and disappeared, he’d be thinking about that kiss.
shrugged, and suddenly looked uncomfortable in his own skin, shuffling from one
foot to the other and ducking his head down. “Dunno.” He admitted, glancing
back over his shoulder to make sure the hallway was clear. “Wanted to do that.
Figured I wouldn’t get another chance.”
still out there?” Oliver whispered, low as he could. Why else would Marcus be
saying that he wanted to kiss him?
(What was he missing?)
looked back up, met Oliver’s eyes with his own. “No.” He said, clearly. Sure of
himself despite the flush creeping up his neck. “I know we’re not really… that
you just agreed to this as a favour, or - actually I have no idea why you
agreed to this. But I didn’t think I’d get another chance, so.”
swallowed, hard, and then lifted his hands up to cup Marcus’s face. He decided
to take a leap, and hope he didn’t fall. “As far as first dates go, I’d give
this a four out of ten, I think. You better aim for a seven on the next one.”
gaped at him, blinked, shook his head. “What?” He tried to clarify, voice still
gruff and low and now laced with confusion.
wanted to kiss me. I want you to continue kissing me. Sounds to me like that’s
grounds for a second date?”
grin broke out over Marcus’s face, and suddenly Oliver found himself being
crowded back into the wall again, Marcus’s hands on his hips and his body warm
against Oliver’s chest. “Who says I need to wait for a second date?”
Summary: After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.
Note: This chapter was originally split up into two parts, and I was only going to post the first. But then I watched tonight’s episode of this @$%#ing show and i have such a major case of viewer’s blue balls that I figured it would be mean to do the same to my lovely readers. Please enjoy this monster chapter. Bless.
Don’t freeze out there, huh? Good
advice, but hard to follow, Emma thought sourly, as they left the warm,
comfortingly grease-scented air of the bar behind. It had already been cold
outside when they arrived, but the temperature seemed to have dropped even further
while they were inside, and a light snow was falling. She pulled her coat’s
hood up with one hand, then returned it to Jones’ arm, keeping a firm grip with
all ten fingers.
He wasn’t staggering anymore, although as they walked slowly across the
parking lot, threading through cars and trucks, his steps were slightly uneven.
Not that she was perfectly steady, herself; Emma could still feel the beer
pounding through her veins, making her a little dizzy. Their breath formed
clouds in the freezing air, and Emma longed to call a cab, even just for a