tail end of a cold

The Tiniest Grayson


IT’S ME. I blame @fuyunoakegata for this one :)

Gen, 800ish words, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, a Baby:

Bruce Wayne had been in Dick’s apartment for all of five minutes and already felt terribly out of his depth. He was not a stranger to psychological phenomenon and had conditioned himself to resist a lot of automatic reactions, or suppress them.

But standing in the living room watching Dick hold a baby– an impossibly tiny baby– he was overwhelmed by a flood of reactions he hadn’t braced himself to fight off. Despite not considering himself a sentimental person, he did actually have a moment where he remembered the first night he’d brought Dick home.

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@alexairwin requested a Disney!Luke imagine!!

I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this up.

Sorry I’m really bad at making imagines short so this will have two(if not more parts). Anyways, love you guys enjoy.


You hang up the towels that are all thrown around the room, making sure the bed was all made up. All while watching the clock that never seemed to move during your shift.

You hated complaining about your job because when you told people you worked at Disneyland almost everyone thought it was cool. But being a maid at one of the most popular parks in America was quite opposite.

People left their rooms in horrible shape but if everyone cleaned up after themselves you’d be out of a job. You just wish not everyone’s room was so disgusting.

“Oh, um.” Someone says behind you.

You squeal slightly, being caught off guard.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t hear anyone came in. It’s pretty awkward when someone comes in and you’re cleaning their room.

You twirl around, “I’m so sorry. I’ll get out of your way.”

You cough slightly, still getting over a cold.

The boy who you came face to face with was quite attractive which made you even more embarrassed.

He stared at you, as most people do when they find someone in their room. His blue eyes watching you intensely as you pick up your cleaning supplies.

“So you’re the one who’s been coming in here while I’m gone and making my bed. I thought his place really was magic and was cleaning itself up.” He speaks.

His obvious accent making you curious to find out where he is from. You laugh at his attempt to pull a joke.

He smiles proudly, he thinks you are beautiful . Much too pretty to be a maid. He also wonders how old you are because you barely look old enough to have a job.

“That’s me.” You smile, tucking a piece of hair that had fallen from your braids.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You reply, sniffling a bit, this cold is very persistent.

You can’t afford to stay home even a day. You still live with your parents and work because they would lose their house otherwise.

You liked sticking around to make sure everyone was okay anyways.

“Well I’m Luke. It’s nice to meet you.” You wipe your nose with the cuff of your sleeve. “Are you sick?”

You nod, “Yeah, just the tail end of a cold. I’m okay though.”

Luke watches your mouth as you talk. Your full pink lips mesmerizing him.

“Well then you should be at home resting.” He smiles, still looking at your lips.

“Yeah.” You giggle, glancing down. “Well I’ll see you around.”

You smile at him once more before heading to the next room.

Your day changed after meeting Luke. You had more of a bounce in my step. The day passes quickly and you hoped you would see him again.
The next morning you wake up, still feeling under the weather. This cold is just clinging on.

“You’re needed in 402.” Your boss says without looking up as soon as you walk in.

You sigh, usually if you are needed this early in the morning it’s not pretty.

You grab some basic cleaning things, lots of disinfectant. The closer you get to the room you realize it’s where you had your encounter with Luke.

You really hope he didn’t completely trash the room because because that would completely change you view on him.

You knock on the door and it almost immediately swings open.

Luke’s smiles is bright and he is fully dressed.

“Ah, y/n I was hoping they would send you!” He says.

His blue eyes are soft as he glances at you.

You smile back at him, switching back and forth on your feet awkwardly. “So, did you need me to do something for you?”

He comes to realization that you are just standing in the hallway holding cleaning supplies. He stands to the side motioning for you to come in.

You walk in and the room is clean, cleaner that even you left it yesterday.

“I remember how you were saying- well you said you weren’t feeling well so…” He can’t seem to find the right words so he just motions.

You see a table with tea and a kettle of hot water.

“I didn’t know what kind you liked so I got you chamomile, and earl gray and even some berry kind. I don’t know.” He smiles and you laugh.

“Luke, this is so sweet.” You smile, setting down your cleaning supplies.

What did you do to get this boy to do something like this. You had guests leave nice gifts for you but never anything like this. This was so thoughtful and he was being so sweet.

“I also told them my toilet was acting up so it would probably take you awhile.” Luke scratches the back of his neck.

He pulls out a chair for you, “Please sit down.” He says.

You felt horrible, you didn’t want to leave your coworkers to do all the work while you had tea with a cute boy. Maybe if it were just a couple minutes.

You sit in the chair and he nicely pushes his chair in.

You decide minty tea sounds nice. The water is so warm it soothes your throat.

Luke pours himself a cup as well.

“So where are you from?” You make conversation.

Accents have always intrigued you, you loved knowing where people were from. Probably because you’ve always wanted to get out of California, even America.

“Australia. I’m here with some mates on a holiday.” He says.

You nod, a vacation sounds nice but out of everywhere they could have gone why here?

“Are you having fun? Why aren’t you out enjoying the rides while you can?” You ask him.

It is still early morning but the rides opened over an hour ago. Instead of going out on a nice day he is sitting with you instead.

“I just was thinking about how you weren’t feeling well and I hate working when I’m sick.” He shrugs.

You two talked yesterday afternoon. You would have thought he’d forgotten all about it.

He makes conversation by asking about your favorite rides and if you come here with your family much.

You don’t go into detail but your parents don’t have much money to spend on stuff like Disneyland. Sure you get a good discount working here but even that’s too much.

He seems to want to talk about you, asking you about your favorite animal and color. He wanted to know what you did for fun and other fun places to do around California.

You were having such a good conversation by the time you came to your senses and looked at the clock an hour had passed. You stumble to your feet.

“Oh my. I have to go.” You scramble to gather all of your cleaning supplies you arrived with. “Thank you so much, Luke. You are very thoughtful.”

He stands to his feet to see you off.

“Wait.” He says as you are halfway out the door.

He puts his hand on your arm and you look down at it. His warm hand tingling on your skin.

You glance up at his face and the electric blue of his eyes is just sunning, it almost takes your breath away.

“I-i want to see you again.” He stutters, looking down at the ground as he confesses.

It is then you realize how good looking he his. His long hair is curly and is pushed back out of his eyes. He has magnificent eyebrows and his lips are so full and pink.

A smile crosses your features, you are still in such amazement you’ve caught the attention of this beautiful boy.

“I get off at 5. I’ll meet you here.” You say before slipping from him grip and out the door.


Bet you didn’t expect me to bless your dash today 😋
I’m finally on the tail end of this stupid head cold and my period, and since today is part of a long weekend where I live, I decided to go to the gym to see how I did. No gym selfie cause it was busy!
But omg you guys, it felt so great!!!! After just over two weeks of inactivity it felt sooooooo good to move! 💃🏻💃🏻 I think I’m finally experiencing that “endorphin rush” that you’re supposed to get during/after a workout! 😱 I was almost running on the treadmill, and I HATE running!!! My brain’s like “wtf is going on??? Who dis???” Now I can’t wait to go early tomorrow morning 😏
Also, had to take an up close selfie because I am feeling myself today 😍

redartpanda  asked:

Fox!Hux prompt 1/?(hope you like it) Brendol finds out that the beautiful alien fox that he slept with gave him a child, and he's ashamed that Armitage isn't a 100% human but he needs an heir. So hi makes him hide all of his fox like features.

(cont.) Pinning his ears and shaving his tail, and he threatens to cut them off if someone sees them. And Armitage wants to keep them because it’s the only thing he has of his mama. But years later he’s not so sure he wants them anymore because he’s falling in love with Kylo, and he can’t let him see his “ugly” fox side. Seeing as his tail looks like that of a rat and his ears have painful wounds where they’re always pinned. And then Kylo finds out.

With a pained, sharp intake of breath through his gritted teeth, Hux lifts his uniform hat from his head and sets it aside quickly, reaching back up to the top of his head with both hands. It’s always tricky, removing the two little pins that hold his extra set of fluffy ears down to his head, easily concealed then by his hair once they’re down. He grimaces as they raise slowly, deciding to continue undressing himself as the numbness of his ears wears off.

When he’s only got his trousers left to remove, Hux hesitates, flexing his fingers by his sides, always dreading seeing his extra, alien appendage. After closing his eyes, Hux pulls off his pants and underwear, allowing his tail to sway back and forth with the natural life that it’s supposed to have. Hux turns his head, looking at its horrid appearance; shaved of all orange and white fur, it’s more like the tail of a disgusting rat than of the elegant and beautiful fox creatures that his mother was.

A monster. Unlovable, unworthy.

Hux growls, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor, ready for his attention tomorrow. Now, he needs sleep, needs that escape from his miserable reality to escape to a dream world where he’s human, and where he’s desirable enough for Kylo Ren to return his admiration.

But then, Hux supposes, it wouldn’t be reality.

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Atomic Blonde (Spoilers)

Hooboy, this film is my aesthetic y'all! A gritty spy film set in the underbelly of Berlin during the tail end of the Cold War. Events leading to the Wall’s demolishing happen in time with the film’s plot, culminating in the Wall being torn down as the climax hits. A female lead who’s state of being a woman influences exactly zilch. I’ve been hearing a lot flak directed at this film. Some calling it an “empty aesthetic” piece, others complaining that it’s a plot-less excuse to watch Charlize Theron beat up men in nice outfits for two hours. To them I say fuck off. Charlize Theron destroying men in slick outfits to the beat of synth music is my aesthetic and Atomic Blonde has just as much, if more, plot than your average Bond film so byeeeee.

Atomic Blonde hit all of my buttons, here are a few:
• Charlize Theron serving up Looks™ my god I want her entire wardrobe.

• The cinematography is on point - seriously! There were some sick shots in this movie, the camera work was phenomenal and lent to the overall vibe of the film. 

• The dialogue?? Amazing. No obnoxious monologuing, no rambling, no exposition - straight to point. Facts only.  Characters letting actions speak for themselves. Movie writers understanding that they don’t have to explain every little tiny detail to the audience. Like, yes! Make us pay attention, let us figure it out. Atomic Blonde treats the audience like adults and doesn’t spoon-feed you the plot. I love it.

• Merkel is the real MVP, okay? We got Mr. David “If I really wanted to, you’d have no idea I was tracking you” Percival over here hogging all the screen time when he didn’t even realize a spy was serving him drinks. Meanwhile, Merkel had better connections, he had more connections, he was resourceful, laid low, didn’t draw attention to himself, and was loyal to our number 1 fav triple spy. You go Merkel. You go.

• The aesthetic is on point! There’s a RGB color theme shown throughout in the spray painted location titles, the neon-green old matrix-y computer text for the credits, the neon red and blue lights in hotels and clubs. You really felt like you were reliving your 80s grunge phase - only in Berlin. It was fantastic.

• The SUBTLE 4th wall breaks that happen periodically during the film. For those who have seen Atomic Blonde, you know what scenes I’m talking about. I love those moments, they were points where I was forcefully pulled into the film’s world. I mean, I love fourth-wall breaking in general, but this film did it in such a subtle and precise way that I was instantly captivated.

• That one scene where Lorraine was in a brutal fight with absolutely NO MUSIC - I mean it was just one extended cut of 5+ KGB agents against one MI6 agent going full force at each other in close quarters with only the sounds of the fight itself and the muffled noises from the crowd of protesters milling about right out side the building to serve as a backdrop. Usually music is used during action sequences to build suspense and tension in the audience. Atomic Blonde used the absence of music to achieve the same goal, only it was much more intense because the audience is expecting there to be music where there wasn’t any. It was very off-putting and served to give you a sense of unease, a feeling that something is very wrong, which there was! But I don’t want to spoil the movie too much.

• A female lead who’s allowed to fight as bloody and as hard as a man. Lorraine doesn’t pull her punches, there’s no “clearly-written-by-a-man” sexy bending moves. She’s a cut-throat fighter. Lorraine straight-up goes full-force to knock the enemy down and keep them down, ‘cause, you know, she’s a trained spy??? It’s kinda her job, guys.  

• Basically Bond + Bourne but better because Charlize Theron.

• Have I meNTIONED THE AESTHETIC?!? Gah, so great. 80s noir grunge fit this film so well it’s like the era knew Atomic Blonde was coming.  

• We get an explicitly bisexual character - Lorraine - and a poc lesbian* - Delphine - together as bad ass spies who  kick ass all while having this little thing we humans like to call “emotions.” * ? it’s not stated or referenced so I’m guessing because I don’t recall Delphine mentioning being interested in men

• A wlw sex scene that was intense but clearly not written with the male gaze. #bless

• I didn’t read Delphine’s death as the “kill the lesbian” trope. It read, to me, more like the “kill the love interest to motivate the protagonist” trope. Except twice over due to Lorraine’s previous lover’s death being the catalyst for her being assigned this mission (and thus the whole reason for this movie). I’m still upset that they felt the need to motivate Lorraine in such a cliched manner. However, showing Lorraine shell shocked and processing after finding Delphine made up for it a little bit. It’s not every movie where the woman is allowed to be shown in shock over the death of someone close to them and then immediately gather themselves together and get back to the job at hand. Usually the woman is left “useless,” too emotionally distraught to properly do her job anymore (this is also typically where a male lead steps in and takes over). Atomic Blonde didn’t do that. We saw Lorraine grieve, and then we saw her get back to fucking work. Which is what should be expected, considering her line of work.  

• Non-sexualized female nudity!!!!!!!!!! God bless.

• The fact that Lorraine is allowed to have nasty cuts and bruises that don’t magically disappear after a fight because “women must be the epitome of perfectly pristine beauty at all times” especially if they’re “fighter” women.  

• Bonus Button: Atomic Blonde doesn’t in any way draw attention to the fact that Lorraine is a woman - it’s never brought up (because why should it be?). Her skills are never undermined because of her gender, she’s seen by the enemy as just as must as a threat as her male counter-parts - maybe even more of a threat, she’s one of MI6’s best agents in the field and there was no “for a woman” qualifier - she just is. Lorraine Broughton: just your (above)average everyday lethal spy.
10/10 - It’s been said that Pulp Fiction changed the gangster film. Well, Atomic Blonde is changing the Spy Film.

I’m so happy that 2017 has given us fantastic female films like Wonder Woman and Atomic Blonde. I look forward to the future, which is looking decidedly female!!

Btw, who the fuck said you couldn’t be feminine and a bad ass??? If anyone ever says that to you, I urge you to show them Wonder Woman, Atomic Blonde, and even Baby Driver or Suicide Squad (for Darling and Harley) as evidence to the contrary.

Carl Sagan gets asked if hes a Socialist.
"Sir are you a dirty red Stalin-kissin' boy-huggin' socialist?" *Drops knowledge* "Uh so... how about that time travel

Interviewer:  Are you a socialist?

Carl:  I’m not sure what a socialist is. But I believe that the government has a responsibility to care for the people. And I’m not talking about Dole. I’m talking about making people self reliant, people able to take care of themselves. There are countries which are perfectly able to do that. 

The United States is an extremely rich country. It’s perfectly able to do that. It chooses not to. It chooses to have homeless people. We are 19th in the world in infant mortality. 18 other countries save the lives of their babies better than we. How come? They just spend more money on it. They care about their babies more than we care about ours. 

I think it’s a disgrace. And this country has vast wealth. You just look at what something like Star Wars. The money spent on Star Wars. They’ve already spent 20 billion dollars on it. If these guys are permitted to go ahead, they will spend a trillion dollars on Star Wars

Think about what that money could be used for. To educate, to help, to bring people up to a sense of self-confidence. To improve, not just the happiness of people in America, but their economic standing. To improve the competitiveness of the United States compared to other countries. We are using money for the wrong stuff. 

Interviewer:  Carl, do you think time travel is possible?

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anonymous asked:

I think that I maybe fell in love with your writing but I'm really okay with that, hope you won't mind! Can I ask you for a blurb? Harry using shower head on you?

I thought this was funny that this was up next in the short blurb smut pile! You’re a gem for your patience, and I do hope that this does the trick. x. 

P.S. I hate the heat, but this would make it 30x better. 

015. Hot and Cold

“It’s hot,” you moan around a Popsicle.

Harry, who has regularly traveled to one of the hottest parts of the world and who made the choice to spend many weeks at a time Los Angeles and who doesn’t mind scorching heat, only nods numbly in agreement with his mouth around his own popsicle.

“S’a bit of a wave, yeah.” His lips smack as he releases the frozen treat from his newly cherry-red lips.

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So I’ve been teasing this on Twitter for a bit.  Ever since she dyed her hair, I’ve wanted to do a portrait of @lindsayjones.  How could I turn down to opportunity to paint such saturated hair.  And the dip dyed effect was fun!

Plus, I’ve been given that she is now the general manager of AH, That much be acknowledged!  HUGE congrats to her!  

And, finally, I also did a screen recording of this so I can upload it to the new LPCommunity channel.  I don’t know how long it’ll take before I have it ready to go as I haven’t ever really edited and the video file sizes are pretty big.  Plus, I’m planning to do commentary* but I’m on the tail end of a cold, so I might need to wait.  But I’ll let you all know when its up!

Hope you guys like it and thanks for the continued support!

*If there is something you’d like me to address in the commentary, let me know!

Oh yeah, I have internet again finally! I’ll return to updating regularly as soon as I can, I’m just on the tail end of a really bad cold right now so I haven’t really had much energy to work on anything for a couple of weeks D; Thank you all for being so patient with me!

I got woken up this morning by the apartment management coming in to look for mold/water damage from the storm.

1. I was expecting them to show up next week or so and was planning on deep cleaning the apartment so it didn’t look bad.

2. My apartment isn’t that bad in the tidiness department anyway, so now I don’t have to do the “company is coming over” deep cleaning.

I was also planning on writing for kissing day, but my energy level is at the “stay in pjs all day long, wrap yourself up burrito style in a blanket and play video games all day” level.

3. I just fired up The Last of Us. I am prepared for emotions and hot sad murder dads.

4. Izzy is still on the tail end of her cold and is the type of patient who needs constant human contact to feel better. She’s not usually this clingy, but she panicked when she woke up and realized that I wasn’t in the same room as her. Kiddo, we live in a one bedroom apartment; there aren’t many places I could be.

chanterelleham  asked:

I don't know if you write problems, but if you do can you do one where Chloe is having a breakdown because of leaving barden and none of the Bella's are helping and then beca comes home and helps out. (Maybe she finally confesses her feelings)

She finds her in the back yard, sitting on the ground beneath the big tree that throws shadows onto the Trebles’ pool when the sun is out. It’s been down for an hour or two by the time Beca gets home from the studio, tired after a day even more gruelling than usual, music beats swimming in and around her mind and somehow matching the steps of her feet as she traipses up the driveway and enters the house. A house that is alive with laughter but is missing its spark, and it’s the first thing Beca notices.

Where’s Chloe?”

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Zayn Malik One-Shot

Requested: Yes-for something with “Zayn and his art”
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 2,280

You were never late to your classes, ever. Rarely was there a time when you even missed a class. But of course, today it had to pour down rain and on your way from your dorm there was a moment when you happened to glance down and realize you had forgotten your sketch book. Of all the things in the world, on all the days in the semester, it was the day your Art 209: Drawing II Professor was giving the details on your final project that accounted for majority of your final grade.

It was about ten minutes into class and you figured all the information was given out and you missed the most important parts. If you would walk any faster—well you didn’t think it was possible to walk much faster without running—there was a tiny chance you would catch the tail end of it.

Your hand, shaking, wet and cold from the weather, finally reached for the door to the room. If there was anything you hated more than being late for class, it was how everyone always looked at the person entering the room. It was almost like an A-list celebrity walked in and all anyone could do was stare in complete awe at them. Naturally, your classmates did the exact same thing when you went stumbling through the door. The professor didn’t bother acknowledging you, either. She wasn’t the type to care too much, if you were late it was up to you to get the work. She’d never go out of her way to see to it that any of her students were excelling either. It was quite obvious she was just there for the paycheck.

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Preventing and Treating Winter Colds

By Michael Castleman

The signs don’t lie: scratchy throat, nasal congestion, watery eyes. It is, indeed, the start of another cold. If your first thought is to reach for the Airborne, that over-the-counter herbal cold remedy invented by a teacher, think again. It probably won’t make a dent.

But other herbal and natural approaches do prevent colds—and if you do end up catching a cold, natural treatments can spare you considerable misery.  

Colds are humanity’s most prevalent illness. Caused by more than 200 viruses, each one technically causes a “different” cold. But because all colds produce similar symptoms, the malady is considered a single illness. 

Most colds start with a scratchy throat, and progress through nasal congestion, watery eyes and runny nose to a dry, hacking cough that may become bronchitis. Childhood colds may cause fever, but adult colds rarely do.

Medically, colds are minor and clear up by themselves in a week or so. But this minor illness causes major misery and is quite costly. Americans suffer 500 million colds annually and spend $17 billion a year treating them. Most of that money is wasted on over-the-counter cold formulas that suppress symptoms without spurring healing. Herbal and natural approaches are preferable because they provide real protection and/or speed healing.

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Part 9 of the unnamed Rose/Pearl fic

part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5  part 6  part 7  part 8

From her position on top of the temple, Pearl could see for miles.

It was dusk, and far cooler than it had been previously, and since over half a cycle had passed since her time with Rose, it would soon start cooling down, the ice from the poles extending down to the westerlies and making the available water more scarce than before, halting gem production in all zones aside from the equator.

Pearl had only seen the tail end of the last cold period, already the temperatures had been high enough to work, since she had obviously been created (and pearls took an almost obscene amount of water to create).
This would be her first true cold.

But she still had time to worry about that, as the heat from the day dissipated into the cloudless sky, and she sat on the roof of the temple, absorbing the warmth from stones beneath her.


“Pearl, where have you been?”

Pearl spun so fast she lost her balance, stumbling on one foot and catching herself against the foyer’s wall,
“I-I was on the roof, I was just stargazing, I’m sorry, I-”

“Pearl, it’s fine, I was just asking. I was hoping you would go over some information with me regarding the available planets for harvesting in this sector, if you have time.”
Once she calmed, Pearl realized that Rose was smiling and her breathing calmed a bit. For a second she had forgotten where she was.

“Yes, of course, I would be happy to.”

“Wonderful. I’ll meet you in my study shortly, I want to find some reference material.”

“I can access most information through the mainframe, if you would like.”

“No, if at all possible, I would like to keep off the servers. There’s no need to leave a trail for Citrine to find, especially since her Pearl would be more than happy to spy on your activities.”

“As you wish, Rose. I will meet you in your study.”

Rose nodded and left, her form large even in the high domed room.
Pearl also left, but to collect some material of her own.


Rose’s study was large.

There was a hearth in one corner, used only during the coldest of nights and a desk, sized enough to accommodate Rose and Pearl together, covered in papers.

When Pearl arrived, however, arms full of books and journals and reams she saw that they were sitting in two straight backed chairs with a small table between them.
On said table was a map.

“Where would you like me to put these?”

“Anywhere but the table is fine, if you could. I was hoping you-” The books slid from her grasp and made a loud series of clapping noises as they hit the stone of the floor. Pearl winced, “I was hoping you would be able to show me the sectors with the most viable planets.”

“Yes, that shouldn’t be an issue. I’ll have to use these volumes to cross reference my findings, since I can’t search the database, but I’m fairly certain of my studies and my memories.”

“As well you should be. Your skills with research and cataloging are second to none.”

“T-thank you…” Pearl blushed, a light green across pale white, and Rose smiled softly.

“If you could, please…” she motioned to the table and Pearl snapped back to attention and made her way towards the open seat; gesturing to the center, a bright white dot- “This map is based on a light year scale. Every line,” she pointed to the radiating series of squares, each progressively larger than the last, that came out from the central point, “represents one quarter of a light year, or approximately ten cycles of travel based on our fastest ships.”

“How many viable planets are within the first quarter mark?”

“None that haven’t already been harvested, and we have started mining in the second tier as well, though not as extensively.”

“The third tier hasn’t been touched yet?”

“No, ma’am.” Rose almost scolded her, but Pearl was deep in thought, “it’s less charted than the other zones, mostly because we haven’t had much incentive to go there. But if you wanted to be preemptive, it could be a smart decision to search that sector for planets meeting our criteria. Perhaps it would have materials not available in our region, since the stars there tend to be younger than ours.”

“I apologise Pearl, I am well versed in many things, but I’m not sure what the age of a star has to do with materials available.”

Pearl blushed again, a mixture of embarrassment and pride, “I read about it in one of the books in the furthest shelves of the temple. The younger the star is, the more minerals and metals that are present in its core and, as a result, their planets; the older the star, the more basic their elements. I haven’t heard anyone speak of it, but I thought it best to only mention it to you.”

Rose grinned, eyes wide and bright, before shooting out of her chair and engulfing the smaller gem in a hug so tight she was lifted out of her seat, “Pearl, you’re a miracle worker! You’re brilliant!”

Pearl made a strangled sound, but didn’t fight the embrace, even as she was spun in circles, “What you’re saying is there could be new types of gems! New types of metals to make stronger hulls! New fuels to make stronger engines!”

“Y-yes- I-”

“Do you know what this means?!”
She finally set her down, Pearl’s lithe frame making no sound as she connected with the ground, “N-no…”

“It means we’re going on an adventure, little one!”
“We are?”
“Yes! We will chart, catalog and study any planet we feel worthwhile and when we return, after Citrine has wasted her time with the sector two, we will have a detailed plan for mining and producing in these new worlds!”

“Rose, please, don’t forget that it’s only a theory that there are new materials on these worlds! They have barely been plotted and even less often explored. The entire thought rests on a chapter in one book in one library!”
“If you read it and believed it possible, then I don’t doubt it.”

“Please, Rose, if this fails-”

“You won’t be responsible for it’s failing, little one. But I don’t think it will. I have faith in you.”

Pearl watched as Rose stood over the map, her form tense with excitement, and she sighed.

She somehow felt as if Citrine had set them both up for failure. She only hoped that Rose’s faith in her was justified.


It took very little time to get approval from the other two diamonds for the mission- Citrine was more than happy to have Rose out of her hair, (although she was reminded her that they could video conference with ease and indeed was expected to, if any rulings had to be made), and Tourmaline, dressed in blue and white, smiled at the prospect of new, unheard of resources.

The three pearls stood against the wall, hues of white, yellow and blue against gray.
Pearl glanced at Citrine’s ‘pet’ and felt anxiety bubble in her chest as she smirked back, the whispered word, ‘defect’ hung in the air between them.

part 10


Sorry this took so long, my boss was on vacation and I was working a ton of hours. I’m going to try to go through the prompts everyone sent in today, but please know that I have seen them and I’m not ignoring them <3

anonymous asked:

What is so special about ontae??

yay!  ^u^

the way taemin looks at jinki, taemin’s love saga with jinki’s thigh, that jinki’s begun doing this, that they’re like this at smtown concerts, that taemin puts his hand on jinki’s tummy (& jinki does it back), that taemin has always said that jinki lets them have the freedom to make their own decisions, …i could go on.

i wish i had my old blog.  i could give you even better links: the one with the thigh touches is not comprehensive, that’s only about half. 

taemin’s not a touchy person, he’s not going around giving backhugs to everyone, but he’s noticeably touchy with jinki.  honestly the reason i began shipping them was that i noticed that taemin touches jinki the way he touches jongin & there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that he loves jongin, platonically or otherwise.  add to that the thigh touch & his calling jinki when he had *just* arrived in switzerland after a twenty-four hour trip, remarkable because he’s known for not keeping in touch (jonghyun complained about him & jinki not calling), & i can’t help but think they’re special.

side note: taemin’s done stages with everyone.  lots of fake kissing with minho, a skirt & wig for kibum, & a violent sexual performance with jonghyun.  with jinki?  he played the piano, something we all know he’s passionate about from muzit & from ‘one fine day’.  & that to me is ontae. 

True Love & High Adventure + A Daddy!Killian One Shot

For @optomisticgirl who requested some Daddy!Killian Princess Bride style. Only one reply for you, my friend - as you wish :]

“Hey buddy,” Killian’s sleepy voice greeted, raspy from rest and an unexpected awakening. “Feeling any better?”

Liam shook his head with a soft sniffle, snuggling back against the blankets as he rubbed his eyes. Killian moved into the room with a sympathetic smirk and a big yawn. He’d been leaning in the doorway for only a moment after his little boy’s coughing had pulled him from an early morning slumber. Liam had been on the tail end of a nasty winter cold for a few days, a fact that brought out the protective parent in him. Well, the overprotective parent as Emma would say.

“You need to get some shut eye, lad,” Killian encouraged with a slight laugh, leaning forward and kissing his son’s forehead. “You look pretty tired.”

“I know,” Liam sighed, looking up at him with tired yet hopeful eyes. “But papa, could you maybe read me a story? Just until I go back to sleep?”

Killian smiled with a subtle nod, knowing full well he wasn’t about to deny such a simple request from his sick kid - especially when bedtime tales were a pastime he’d missed out on recently. Ailments of the season had taken a bit of a toll on their daily routines. Taking a few minutes to indulge wouldn’t be a crime.

“Alright, my boy,” he said sweetly, lifting a book he didn’t recognize from the bedside table. “What’s this one?”

“Oh, it’s a new book.”

“I figured as much,” Killian grinned, flipping the cover open. “But what’s it called?”

“It’s the Princess Bride, papa.”

Of course it was. Killian tried desperately not to roll his eyes at the addition to his son’s surprisingly vast collection of literature. This was definitely the work of his wife - Emma loved that bloody movie. Accepting the challenge to locate this particular tale in the form of a bedtime storybook wasn’t something his young son could have accomplished without her assistance.

“I see,” Killian sighed, thumbing through the pages. “Does the fact that it’s sitting here mean you’ve already read this one and we can look for something a little more adventurous?”

“Pa-pa,” Liam groaned, sitting up in bed and wiggling under his covers. “This story has lots of adventure! Fencing and fighting and giants….chases and pirates too I think.”

“Hmmm,” Killian mused, leaning back in the chair next to his son’s bed. “So I suppose I ought to try and stay awake for it then?”

“Well, yeah,” Liam replied, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to read if your eyes aren’t open.”

Killian laughed, shaking his head at the boy’s all too correct observation. His fingers navigated their way to the title page and he cleared his throat softly. He’d always loved this - reading to Liam was something he’d perfected over the years he’d been called ‘papa’. The look on his son’s face told him just how much the skill was appreciated.

“Okay,” he sighed, scratching softly at his jaw. “Chapter one….”

He set into a well known rhythm, his voice curving around the words on each page in a manner that was fluid and natural. Liam rested under the warmth of his blanket, studying the way Killian read just as he always did. It was difficult to resist peeking up at his son’s entertained eyes - so he allowed himself to do so a time or two.

It was such a perfectly calm scene - well, until they worked their way through a few more pages.

“Whoa - wait,” Killian started, stopping momentarily. “What is all this about ‘as you wish’? That Westley shouldn’t allow that lass to always have her way. Farm boy or not - the man’s got to set some boundaries. I mean she can’t just-”


Liam gave him a bit of a glare, one that told him to let it go and continue. He also appeared to be stifling a laugh and Killian narrowed his eyes at that fact. Clearly his mother’s son, he thought with a groan.

“You were saying, papa?”

“Ugh - fine,” Killian retorted, lifting his striped socked feet to rest on the bed. “As I was saying….”

Killian’s voice resumed narrating the orders Buttercup gave Westley. He tried to keep the sarcasm from his storytelling, but by the time sunset rolled around in the book, he couldn’t help himself.

“Wait - you didn’t tell me there was kissing in this book, lad,” he complained, arching his eyebrows. “This isn’t appropriate-”


“Well, there sure isn’t any bloody sword fighting like you said,” he defended, skimming a few other paragraphs. “When does it get good?”

“When you keep reading, papa,” Liam told him, smiling at his dad’s reactions. “Soon you get to see Westley become a pirate!”

“Hmmm, pirating is good,” Killian decided, flipping the page dramatically. “Let’s see now….”

He found his place in the text and began to read again, guiding them through Buttercup’s devastation at Westley’s apparent demise and highlighting the dramatic recount of her kidnapping. Killian hadn’t really noticed the way his tone lowered and the slight concern that laced it as he started the part where the princess jumped overboard into monster infested waters.

“Papa, the eels don’t get her this time.”


Killian looked up from the book, quickly realizing that his eyes were far too wide as Liam smirked at him. He tried to regain his composure as he matched his son’s witty stare.

“I’m just telling you because you looked worried,” Liam offered, yawning at he pressed his head back into the pillow. “The eel doesn’t get her when she jumps in.”

Pfff - I’m not worried,” Killian lied, shrugging with feigned nonchalance. “I just don’t understand why she’d jump overboard. Doesn’t seem like she was thinking clearly.”

“Maybe she was just trying to get their attention?”

Killian bit his lip in thought, tilting his head as his eyes fell back to the book. This particular plot point was a little too familiar. It was almost reminiscent of a time he should have been paying a bit more attention to a woman trying to make a statement - a moment where that certain princess had thought it appropriate to leap from the safety of a ship into a stormy and mermaid ridden sea. His heart flip flopped a bit at the parallel as he tried to hold back a grin.

“Papa, we can stop now if you want-”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Killian returned, trying to swallow his building excitement. “We can read a little more. But, uh, wait - which part were we on?”

“I think she was in the water,” Liam recalled, sighing heavily. “The eel was coming after her and-”

“Ah, yes - here!”

Liam almost giggled at his father’s rather anxious outburst, a reaction that caused Killian to blush as he buried his face in the book once more. He picked up the tale where they’d left off and his pace increased as they began to blaze through more of the text. He read with fervor as he told Liam of the man in black and the fact that he was not left handed, a fact that Killian silently noted he had in common with this ‘Dread Pirate Roberts’. 

He sped through a few more key occurrences - a loving Buttercup causing her true love to tumble down a hillside, the reunited’s couple chat in the fire swamp ruled by rodents of unusual size, and a little more kissing that surely did not need to be included in the book. As he read, he tried not to compare the twosome’s rather epic love story to the one he shared with Emma. The similarities were definitely there though - especially seeing how through it all, the pair seemed to always find one another. It made his stomach flutter a bit as he turned another page.

He was on the verge of giving away just how much he was enjoying the tale Liam had coaxed him into when he came up against a sentence that was not appealing in the least - the one where Humperdinck stood on a balcony Killian wished he’d fall off of.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa - I read that wrong,” Killian said aloud, going back over the words he was sure were a mistake. “Buttercup….the queen? No - no, that’s not how….she doesn’t marry Humperdinck! She has to marry Westley! I’m sure of it. Liam, how is it possible that-”

His panicked eyes shot up, begging for an explanation from his son - who’d apparently fallen asleep. Killian’s words hung in the air as he dropped back against the chair. He let out a frustrated breath with a slightly happy smirk, but focused on the biggest and perhaps the only positive fact of the moment - his sick little boy was finally out cold. He tried to settle with the knowledge that he’d successfully lured him back to a restful slumber with some skilled storytelling, but his fingers inched for conclusion. Flipping through the rest of the book for some solace and reassurance was probably acceptable. He could do it quickly - he just needed to know how it ended.

“Find something you like in there?”

Killian jumped a bit at the voice coming from the door frame. His eyes snapped up to meet his wife’s accusing ones. Well, this was just perfect.

“Just finishing up the story your son requested,” he lied, trying to rid himself of his rosy cheeks. “Looks like it worked too - told you that one was boring, love.”

“Oh, I don’t think that’s it at all,” she smiled, wandering to his side and running her fingers teasingly through his hair. “I think he just likes hearing your voice, Killian. You haven’t been able to read to him since he’s been sick.”

“Yeah I know,” he sighed, a half smile at the corner of his cheek. “Feels good to be back.”

Emma moved around to the back of the chair, caressing his shoulders before pushing forward gently to wrap her arms around his neck. She nuzzled him softly as they shared in a moment of staring at the kid who’d turned them into a family. Liam shifted a few inches under the covers as Killian let out a soft laugh. Emma matched his reaction as he reached up to rest his fingers on her embrace. 

“I’m glad you’ve obviously got him feeling a little better,” Emma offered softly, kissing his cheek in a sweet gesture. “Maybe we should let him get some sleep.”

Killian rested his head back against her torso, trying not to show too much disappointment at her decisive statement. The book still sat open in his lap and his eyes squinted carefully at the words before peering up at her.

“Hmmm, right,” Emma laughed, raising her eyebrows with a taunt. “Come to bed, Mr. Jones - after you finish your book of course.”

He smiled honestly at her agreement and pressed his mouth together in a way that he knew might tempt her kiss. She didn’t fight him as her lips dropped sweetly to his. As she pulled back, he realized there was really only one way to respond to her request.

“As you wish, love.”