My kid does 13K in damage to studio equip, we handle it like lunatics.

[Part 1]

Some background:

I’m an audio engineer and score arranger full time in my self-owned business. It’s how I provide for myself, my fiancée (also CF), and my mother. I record, mix, and master for bands, voice-overs for local commercials, and write music for people’s weddings, college films, indie games, etc.. It was my passion since I was a child and every day I ask myself why I get paid to do what I do.

You know, until today.

I had a woman schedule to come in because she wanted me to record her monologue for an acting class. I thought it was going to be easy enough. I set up a mic and a music stand in the sound booth and got my workstation prepped for tracking. She was supposed to show up at 3:30, so when 4:00 came around, I called her to ask her if she was still coming. It was my last contract for the day and I was wanting to get home to my fiancée, dogs, and dinner.

“Oh, sorry sweetie, I’m going to be there soon. I just had to get my son from ex-boyfriend.”

Uh oh.

4:12, she showed up with her child.

To preface, I’ve never really wanted kids, and don’t really hate them either. But I’ve been childfree of mind for a decade now in league of several bad child experiences in public.

Anyway, I sat her down at the conference table and tried to talk to her about the contract and billing, etc., and just couldn’t because of the six-years-old pile of ovary droppings next to her.

“Mommy it’s cold in here.” “Mommy, I’m bored.” “Mommy, that guy has girl hair.” “Mommy, I want to play on the phone.”

The incessant whining went on for the entirety of the discussion. She did nothing about it. I had an ache in my stomach that this might be a rough session.

I was right.

I showed her to the sound booth, positioned the mic at face level, told her the basics of mic use, and then she floored me with a question.

“Can my son stay in there with you while I do this?” I insisted that he wait in the conference room (across the hall from the control room) because the control room wasn’t a very kid-friendly place considering the 120K of equipment at arms reach.

“But he’s a little angel.”

I shouldn’t have taken her word for it. I SHOULD NOT have taken her word for it. This kid was ANYTHING but. I let him in, told him to sit in one of the office chairs and don’t touch anything. Needless to say, he touched. I queued the recording arm and signaled her to start. She got three lines into her take before I hear a deafening screech and crash.

That little shit machine had just knocked over a $4,000 Korg into a rack with $9,500 of equipment. Completely shattered the touchscreen on the Korg, busted the dials off of half of the effects, and totaled my distressor that I use for almost all the vocals I track.

All of this, by the way, was the room’s length apart from where I told the crotch goblin to stay.

The kid, because of the loud noise, started full-lung screaming. Not crying. Not yelling. Screaming.

The mother, with no hesitation, ran over to the control room and DEMANDED to know what I did to her child. She cussed at me and accused me of hurting her little snot monster. Threatened to sue and even swung at me. When I told her that her precious angel had just racked up at least twelve grand of damages, she said “good”, spit on me, then stormed out, slamming every door on the way. So I pulled the security camera footage and had filed a police report. Grand total: $13,504.25. I also mailed her the bill for her session for good measure.

Of six years in the studio, this is my only truly terrible experience. Fuck mombies. Fuck having children. Thanks for making my vasectomy decision that much easier on me.

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Distractions + Bonus Chat

Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader


T'challa x Reader where she wants to ask him out but the others find the most random things to ask to distract them     

A/N: The bonus chat is at the end of this. And Wade is in it, so as always, language.

Wanda has created a chatroom.

Wanda has added Y/N.

Wanda: So, how’d it go? Did you ask T'Challa yet?

Y/N: Something came up and he had to leave for Wakanda. It’s fine, I’ll ask him when he gets back.

Wanda: It could be months, Y/N. You shouldn’t wait. Ask him now.

Wanda: I know what you’re doing, and don’t you dare!

Y/N: Huh? I’m not doing… whatever it is that you presume I am.

Wanda: So you’re not searching for quotes on being patient as an excuse to not ask him now?

Y/N: Dammit, you know me too well!

Y/N: How would I ask him now, anyway?

Wanda: If only the Avengers had some secure, private means of communicating with each other…

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cracked screens and broken hard drives

“It’s broken,” was all Will could say.

The other boy didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile. But his stony expression - always blank, a bit angry - that twitched just the slightest. One point for Solace. 

The other boy didn’t move to examine the pathetic piece of tech, only giving Will a long, judgmental look. “Again?” He only asked, in that dry voice of his.

Will swallowed, “I…I don’t know what to say.” He winced. “Sorry?”

The other boy finally leaned forward to collect the laptop, clicking his tongue. “Could you please describe your problem, sir?”

He said sir like some people would use a vulgar curse word - like a whip, slashing through the air.

He begins messing with a few of the buttons of the side, his nametag - Nico - flashed against the light, the peeled smiley sticker just as bright and misleading as ever.

Nico glanced up at him, and Will had to throw himself back into the moment. Nico was talking to him.

Will cleared his throat. “Oh you know, um, I think another virus? It keeps flicking on and off, and it won’t let me use chrome.”

Nico frowned at him, “Another virus? Did you install that software I recommended?”

Will scratched the back of his head. “I, uh, didn’t get around to it.”

Nico gave him a stern look. Will, helplessly, looked back.

He had to know.

It was so….obviously. So embarrassingly obvious.


Because this wasn’t Will first visit to his local tech repair shop.

It wasn’t his second either.

Hell, it wasn’t even his third.

This was Will’s sixth visit to the shop.

In the past two months.

Nico was frowning down at the laptop like he could tell Will had done everything in his goddamn power to install heaps and heaps of digital trash onto the hard drive. “If you just take care of your tech you wouldn’t have to be here nearly as much.”

That’s the point, you oblivious nerd.

“I’ll have Leo look at it.” Nico finally seemed to decide. “He’ll have to take it apart, I think, if the problem’s with the screen as well. You’ll have to come back in a few days.”

Will was already nodding enthusiastically. “I - I can do that. Come back. Here.”

Nico gave him a strange look. “Good.” He finally said, “Cause you’re gonna need to pick up your laptop so.”

“I’ll be here.” Will vowed, his voice probably too serious.

Nico nodded, writing out a slip and carefully - with more care then what Will performed on his own tech nowadays - set his laptop aside.

“Wednesday.” He slid the paper across the counter, like he always did. “Noon. Be here.”

“On the dot.” Gods. Will was breathless. He was so pathetic.

I needed to get out of my writing funk and I wrote this for warm-up and yeah I’m totally headcanoning this ending by Will just throwing his phone against a wall, begging Nico to fix his ‘accident’ and Nico just fixing the screen and adding his number to Will’s contact list with a plea to please stop harming your poor tech, Will. 

What can I do? (Solarpunk edition)

It warms my heart to see so much support and interest in solarpunk! I know a lot of people are wondering how they can contribute, and hopefully this answers most questions.

Firstly, I think everyone has something they can contribute–even simply listening and sharing is a HUGE help for solarpunk as a whole. Arts, design, fashion, architecture, engineering, farming, forestry, pharmaceuticals, medicine, travel/transit, fiction/nonfiction writing, industry, politics, education… whatever you work with, whatever your passions or hobbies are, you have something to contribute.

Solarpunk does not just mean solar-powered, in the same way Steampunk does not only refer to steam power.

It means looking towards a brighter future, for all of us sharing this Earth. It means seeing the options we’ve been shown for the future (post apoc trash or corporate dystopias) and saying “I refuse to accept this”.

Solarpunk is our present day -punk genre. It has the ability to spread and enact true change, if we nurture it enough.

And in that vein, to answer the question “What can I do?” We can break down solarpunk into three branches (for now):

Diversity: celebrating our differences, being empathetic, understanding and sharing multiple perspectives. Diversity in our sociopolitical lives as well as diversity for our ecosystems and economies.

Accessibility: advancement in technology cannot truly help humanity if certain classes or countries cannot access them. Disabilities (physical and mental) must be accounted for when we redesign cities for people; we must ensure everyone can get around them.

Sustainability: our current for-profit system is killing us and the beautiful creatures we share our planet with. We are wardens of Earth; we are here to protect and nurture it. Production based on need not profit, and de-industrialized agriculture. Communities should be able to function independently from the whole, in terms of necessities (food, water, power, shelter).

Along with these branches, I believe there are three other movements that will inevitably intersect with Solarpunk, if they haven’t already.

Permaculture: bringing back ancient/indigenous/sensible farming practices that we lost or considered “primitive”. Agroforestry, crop rotation, urban/vertical farming are good places to start.

Right-To-Repair: in response to companies like Apple denying our ability to maintain our own devices, there is a large movement dedicated to repairing tech in order to elongate their life cycle and prevent further waste. Why buy a phone every two years, when we could upgrade one continuously over ten?

Afrofuturism: Africa is finally beginning to get back on its feet after the imperialist Rape of Africa era. African Americans are strengthening their voices and cultural ties in this Eurocentric digital age. I cannot properly do this movement justice; it isn’t my voice that should be telling you. Supporting and uplifting the voices within this movement is crucial to not only Solarpunk, but to the wider goal of harmony and reparation.

The most important facet of Solarpunk is perspective: not everything will work for everyone, and listening to marginalized people is absolutely essential to growing our movement.

Be safe, be kind, and spread some love.

Voltron Demigod AU

Coran is a son of Dionysus. With his father being the god of craziness and wine Coran has his funny side and his ability to turn every liquid into wine from him. Due to him being one of the oldest Demigods to still live he teaches the other halfbloods about Monsters and Greek History with his awesome videos.

Allura and Pidge have Athena as their mother.
Allura got the wisdom part that makes her a great diplomat and strategist.
Pidge is extremly intelligent. She just knows everything about every possible topic and often invents incredible things.
Also both of them are skilled warriors and would kill you in seconds, but occasionally they sit together and just weave beautiful carpets.
Alluras carpets are extremely stunning and Pidges have various tech weaved inside. (She once made a flying one for Lance just so he can pretend to be Alladin) Pidge loves her tech and carries around a shield (The Aegis) that has every function imaginable from electrifying to making perfect pancakes. Allura has a staff. It has nothing special, its just a staff, but damn she is so skilled, she will slice up your throat with said staff.

Hunk is a son of Hepheistos and is able to understand and repair every tech within minutes.
Also he has a belt where he can summon tools and materials from, which he uses to create constructs in mid fight to crush his enemies heads. Hunk doesn’t have a favourite weapon since he likes to create them specially for the enemy he faces.

Lance, of course, is the son of Apollo, the sun god. He always shines like a small sun (the intensity depends on his mood)
He got his sharpshooting skills from his father. Lance is so good he can shoot an apple off an animate object in mid flight with just 2 seconds of preparation time. The bow he uses is from Hunk and his arrows are made by Pidge. Hunks bow is able to absorb Lances light and channel it to a bright arrow of pure and compressed sunshine. His other arrows have different functions but he just loves the ones who can create freezes things. Firstly because he can use them to spread his light to blind enemies and secondly because he always has a mirror to see himself and his flawless skin. But not only his shooting skills, Lance is also an incredible singer. Sometimes he just starts to sing so good that it disturbs all the others and stops them from working.

Shiros godly parent is nobody less than the godfather Zeus himself. Zeus granted Shiro with his leading abilities and the lighting that Shiro can create in his body. These lighting strikes are so strong that they can toast hundreds of enemies at once and so precise that said enemies are goldbrown without burned sides. Shiro likes to fight with his bare hands, but sometimes he uses massive metal sticks to strengthen his electro powers.

Keith never knew his heritage. He spent all his life searching for his parents and his purpose. Keith carries a dark dagger around that he somehow always possessed. One day, when he was nearly about to die he was saved Lance who just passed by. When the boy brought Keith to the others, the dagger activated itself and grew to a huge sword. The sword had a name carved in it “Hades”. Since then he trained every day to get better. With Hades came the power to manipulate the darkness. Contrary to Lance, Keith has an aura of darkness and he can shoot dark fire that steals life energy from organic matter and disintegrates non living matter. A cut from his sword has the same effect just worse.

Thanks for your attention on this very important topic.

We back, baby!  It feels like old times now that Barry and Caitlin are back. I actually had time to take my Vibe suit to the dry cleaners for the first time in months. Sure, I’ll miss the free cardio workout I got chasing baddies around Central City now that Barry and Wally got things covered. I may not be out in the field as much, but I got all my friends with me and everyone is happy…I think.

I’m certainly happy about Barry’s fancy new suit. My baby. My opus. My “The Matrix.” Basically, it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever created. Now, I’ll admit, the design was more than a little inspired by the Future Flash suit… at least from how Barry described it to me. But, let’s be honest: I probably designed that one anyway so I’m not worried about having to pay royalties. Looks aside, the real magic is in the tech. The self-repairing armor, the HUD, and the Twizzler dispenser (Barry wasn’t a fan). This suit is my baby, my love and joy… oh wait…

Speaking of my love and joy, Gypsy and I are closer than ever. Interdimensional date nights with my lady every Tuesday, Thursday, and whenever the city isn’t threatened by total annihilation. I should mention that you’d never hear me say “my lady” in front of Gypsy.  She kinda sorta threatened to pull out my tongue if I said that again. Either way, that girl makes my heart melt and nothing made me happier than fulfilling her 1-1-1 Day wishes. It was epic and uber romantic – so romantic I don’t even want to write it down – keep that one for myself. Next year’s date will include unicorn riding on Earth- 35 (yes, it’s a real thing!)

Thing I am 100% here for:

The technological disparity between Tatooine’s slave quarters and Coruscant. Because that had to be a hell of a culture shock. Tatooine is low-tech, repair-it-till-it-breaks-for-good, use what’s available, do-it-yourself practical. Coruscant is fashion and shine, use-and-discard, cutting-edge, mass-produced, automated electronic heaven.

Anakin, almost certainly, has a skill set that’s very rare on Coruscant. There was a single datapad/computer in a permanent mount in a small alcove set up like an office in Anakin’s home, some large, indistinguishable electronics and artificial lighting. That’s it, on the technological front. Depending on how far you want to take it, you could argue that Anakin might have only had sporadic access to indoor plumbing. He almost certainly knows about water-minimal preservation techniques like drying, pickling and smoking, (the place he and Shmi were living had some kind of dried or drying produce hanging from the ceilings) and at least a little about building and repairing the adobe/cob buildings like the one he lived in.

Anakin probably knows the basics of sewing, because thread is cheaper than fabric, and a little fabric cheaper than an entirely new garment. Speaking of expensive things, plastic. Plastic is expensive, and complicated to make - if you have access to any sort of plant material, paper is much easier to make. It’s very unlikely Anakin had easy access to flimplast as opposed to crude paper. Even less likely that he had regular access or reason to use datapads - he’d know how to write, but he might not be much good at typing.

Other fun things to consider: Anakin, immediately post TPM, rarely remembering the temple has lifts, and not being able to figure out which doors lead to them in any case. Anakin’s conception of medicine being dried herbs in paper packets and crude surgeries that help only slightly more often than they kill. Anakin eating things his peers call ‘completely unsafe to eat’ and him just staring at them, because it’s only been left out a measly two days.

PROTOCOL -- Android!AU (Ravus Nox Fleuret x Reader)

So after discussing it and asking her about it, @chocobro-hijinks allowed me to write for her Android!AU! :D Particular for Ravus’s part within it as the Aeternia Build combat android. It was super fun to write, and I’m super pleased with how it’s turning out! It got pretty lengthy though, so I actually was hoping to write more parts for this since most of this writing was exposition to introduce the relationship of RAV N0X and the reader character. So for now, I’m introducing their bond a bit more. Then in the future, I’ll probably write some more of those steamy bits. c; Because I have plans when working with this AU. *rubs hands evilly together*

Again, thank you for letting me write with this headcanon, Hijinks! Your headcanons are a blessing to the world…! QUQ

Also, tagging @di-fantastica and @itshaejinju. Because both heard that I was writing this up, and they wanted to read more of it. c:

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Dressed Up | Cassian Andor

Pairing: ReaderxCassian

Warnings: PTSD mention, blood mention, essentially I talk about Scarif

Word Count: 2,322 

Summary: Cassian’s never seen you dressed up!!!!!

The medal ceremony for those who fought on Scarif, in memory of those who died, is in a matter of six hours. 

Of the twenty-twenty that left (including K2), nine returned. Though thankful you were among those who returned, every day seemed like another war-zone. A different challenge you weren’t expecting, another person you had to talk to, another flashback or nightmare… 

Everyone who returned had the same problem, but no one really wanted to talk about it. The only who seemed any bit open to talking was Bodhi, partially due to his past. He needed to lay everything on the table in order to move on from at least some part of it. And, of all those who returned, you were the best listener and often found yourself hearing Bodhi retell stories of his former life with the Empire as you mindlessly wandered the base. 

It’s been four months. This should have been enough time to recoup. For you, it was enough to at least converse normally and be in crowds. For Cassian, it was enough to insist he go on missions again, despite waking every night from another nightmare, his arms nearly strangling you in an attempt to make sure you are safe. For the three others who just joined, it meant wandering aimlessly, wondering if they will ever recover. 

For the rest, that meant taking up work around the base. Bodhi is working as a mechanic. Baze and Chirrut are training recruits. Jyn is assisting Mon Mothma with general paper work. 

It did take you the longest to leave the medbay, so at least you were given that by everyone. Bodhi only had a couple of wounds and was in shock, it was more of an issue of monitoring. Baze and Chirrut were both relatively unscathed, save a few very minor wounds. This was true with the other three who returned. Cassian and Jyn had both been shot at least once. 

You, on the other hand, were nearly ripped apart when they got you back. One of the other fighters had jumped on top of a grenade. Your fighter self tried to pull both of you away, but as he jumped and covered it fully, it exploded. This resulted in grenade shrapnel cutting through you in several places and the blood and bits of your fellow rebel all over. It also gave a Stormtrooper a good shot at your leg, your shoulder, and your wrist. Thankfully Bodhi had shot him before he took another shot. However, you were not even conscious when you made it back. 

The final one to make it back, the sarcastic droid, fried himself helping Cassian and Jyn.  

K2SO is still under repairs. The techs aren’t sure he will ever be back. 

You haven’t told Cassian this. 

In your shared room with Cassian, you sit on the desk, unsure of what to do. Six hours is too early to start getting ready, but there is nothing else to do at the moment. You have no work on the base. The fact that you are walking by yourself, conversing normally, and not staring off constantly is more than anyone could have hoped for at this point. 

The blast door to your room slides open, exposing Cassian. His shoes are extremely muddy, with tracks being left behind. You cock your head and watch him walk in. He’s not one to purposefully walk into mud and it isn’t raining on Yavin4 today. But your eyes trail up his body to see the rest of him completely soaking, jacket clinging to him tightly. 

“Cassian?” you murmur, legs swinging still. 

He says nothing; just shuts the door and sheds his coat quickly. His feet carry him to the refresher, shoes tracking mud the whole way. 

“Baze thought throwing me in the pond would cheer me up,” he grumbles, hand on the door to the refresher. 

“Oh.” You stay where you are, watching as your boyfriend slowly shuts the door behind him. 

THREE hours, one towel to remove the shoe prints, and one showered Cassian later, you decided that maybe it was time to get ready. After all the recipients were required to get there early. But as you sit on the edge of your bed, twiddling your thumbs, you are suddenly unsure if you even want to go.
Of all the people who went, you did the least good. The length of the battle in which you actually fought in was severely shorter than the rest and the only reason you lived was because some other rebel splattered themselves over you. 

Without noticing, your head lolls forward, heavy with remembrance. 

The familiar sound of a live grenade fills the cargo ship. It’s just you and your friend, Haci inside. Eyes wide and heart pounding, you turn to him. And you see it in him. What he wants to do. 

He talks a step forward.

“Haci!” you screech, grabbing his arm quickly, trying to keep him close to you so that you two can run before it sets off. 

“No,” he replies, tossing himself to the ground. 

The sudden force causes the grenade to detonate. Haci, in all his love for the rebellion, saved you and Bodhi’s ability to connect to the Alliance. But in his wake he left himself, physically, splattered. Blood had gotten into your eyes, onto you shirt, simply everywhere on you. And the bits of skin and bone the grenade busted? Some stuck to your shirt and pants. 

The sight f your friend, blasted all over you, out ranked any pain from the five bits on shrapnel lodge throughout your body. They stung and hurt and burned, but you were shaking in shock from the past ten seconds. 

The next thing you know, you feel three blaster shots ripping through you. Your leg, shoulder, and wrist, all the left side, roaring with demanding anguish. And the trooper hit right through major veins too; blood was pouring out of your leg. 

And you collapsed, black absorbing you. 

“Mí amor, mí (Y/N), ¿estás aquí?” Cassian shouts, his hands gripping yours heavily. 

You shoot up, head still heavy. “What?”

“Another flashback?”

Your brows furrow as you look down to your boyfriend. He is kneeling in front of you, hands gripping your wrists, eyes looking to you in concern. Biting your lip, you consider the possibility that it was a flashback. It seems nowadays that the difference between a flashback, a memory and a dream are blurred.

“How long was I out?” your murmur. 

“About thirty minutes,” he sighs. 

His left hand abandons your right, leaving a cold spot where it just was. Cassian uses this hand to reach up to your face, fixing a few hairs that have fallen astray from your normal style. A gentle smile appears on his face. You know he just wants you to be happy, to be better. But being happy, being better, being normal again isn’t possible. And he knows that. He will never be the same way again either. 

“Are you sure you would still like to go?” Cassian asks, eyes training back to yours. 

“Of course! Why?” 

Suddenly, you are scared that he doesn’t want you there. Or maybe you aren’t going to be awarded. Maybe you weren’t even meant to comeback… 

“I’m just worried about your flashbacks, amor. Now I suggest you head over to Jyn’s quarters because she said she has something for you.”


WELL, she certainly did. 

You were expecting maybe her telling you to calm down, or her giving you another goddamn blank journal, or her giving you another pen (where does she get all these pens from?). What you got was much, much better. 

“Here,” she hums, handing you a silver colored boxed. 

Without wanting to ask questions, your fingers work quickly to open it. The odd cardboard isn’t a familiar feeling; you are so used to metal and wood these days. Clasps from blaster boxes and metal safes full of intel. Cardboard is an awkward sensation. The pink and white swirled tissue paper on the other hand… now this you know. 

Your mother is one of the most known seamstresses in the Galaxy. She travels designing clothes, fixing clothes, and tailoring for the finest and the best of the Galaxy. And, with her ability to get around, the Alliance has been using her for some intel. Not a lot, not enough to jeopardize her profession, but enough to help the rebellion. 

This is her signature tissue paper. 

You tear the paper away, exposing black silk, a bit of black tulle peeping out from below. 

“For my sunshine - mom” 

For the first time in weeks, you grin. A full on, happy grin. The little note in her handwriting is the best thing that could have happened to you recently, screw the medal ceremony. A moment of home, of what drove you into the rebellion in the first place. The love for your mother and your need to protect what was right. 

The happiness is overwhelming. It hurts your gut how much it fills inside you. But happiness is so much better than the emptiness, the worry, the anxiety, the depression you’ve been feeling. 

“Let’s get ready, yeah?” Jyn smiles. 

“WOW,” you murmur, glancing at yourself in the mirror. 

It’s been years since you’ve been dressed up. The closest to date was that one mission where you went to a salon and they braided your hair in an extravagant ‘do. This is something different, something amazing. 

The dress is simply amazing. The top half is pure silk, with a soft sweetheart neckline with a gather at the lowest point. Sleeves are off the shoulder, but perfectly fitting. From the waist down, it is tulle (with silk beneath). The tulle has a soft shimmer to it and every time you shift, a slightly different color is shown in the highlighted areas of the skirt underneath the light. 

Jyn had surprised you by showing off her unknown hair styling skills. It was such a simple hair style, a low bun, but the ease and cleanliness in which she executed it was surprising. She also surprised you by having some makeup on hand. That you will question later. 

Cassian had gotten ready much quicker, partially because he promised to go help Bodhi (the boy had never worn a suit before). The part was in hopes that he would run into Leia. He wanted to ask her something. 

“Cassian, I just don’t think suits are for me!” Bodhi whines, trying to button his shirt, and failing miserably. 

“Bodhi. It’s just one time. Then, after this, you never have to wear a suit again. Ever,” Cassian grumbles, taking over Bodhi’s weak attempt at buttoning. 

“But I feel bad if I don’t wear this again. (Y/N)’s mom made suits for all of us. I feel like I need to wear it again.” Bodhi sighs, running his fingers through his hair nervously. 

“If you ever get married, wear it then. How’s that?” Cassian finishes the last button, patting Bodhi on the chest. “Where is the bowtie?”

CASSIAN and Bodhi are the first of the Scarif group to arrive. Sure, plenty of people from around the base and diplomats and leaders are there, but they were the first of the group to arrive. They awkwardly descend onto the stage, sitting in the seats with a tag indicating their name. Luckily they are sat next to each other for the ceremony, making it much easier for the time being. 

Chirrut, Baze, and the other three quickly come in only a few minutes later. That leaves the two girls. 

Cassian turns to Bodhi, asking him some small talk question, when Jyn and you enter. Bodhi is still facing towards the entrance of the room, so he looks, a smile coming across his face. 

“Wow,” he says. 

“What?” Cassian asks, turning his head. 

It’s like everything slows. Your head that was turned to Jyn moves slowly to the front of the room, gracing Cassian with a full shot instead of a profile. His eyes are wandering around your body, looking at every part of you dressed up. The tulle skirt bounces softly with every step, mesmerizing Cassian just a little more. Every part of you seems to glow a little more as you come closer to him. 

“You okay, there, Cassian,” you giggle, sitting next to your boyfriend. 

His eyes are still trained to yours, a smile still donned on his face. “I’ve never seen you dressed up. You look amazing.”

“Oh.” You blush, turning your head to the ground. It’s true, he has never, ever seen you dressed up. You, on the other hand, have seen him dressed up a few times, mostly for missions and you always found it both arousing and amusing.
Cassian continues to watch you, eyes literally not stopping as he attempts to absorb your beauty. Every aspect of you is glowing; the black of the dress just makes you look even more glowing than before. Some of the sparkle of the under skirt leaks onto your arm that is rested on top, causing a bit of a rainbow to form. 

But he cannot stop staring. From the beautiful little bun to the perfect fit of the dress to your soft, awkward smile, everything is perfect and beautiful about your outfit. And you, of course. Everything is perfect about you. 

“I love you. And you look amazing,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss beneath your ear. “I hope to see you dressed up more.”

You tilt your head slightly. This allows you to look into Cassian’s mischievous eyes. A soft smile appears on your face. 

“Let’s get through this ceremony first. Then I’ll consider dressing up more.”
“Of course.”

Cassian sits back upright, hand in his left pocket rolling the ring in-between his fingers nervously. 

He hopes he can see you dressed up again really, really soon.


It’s equal parts frustrating and wonderful that the Counselors in the Friday the 13th game have very little established personality, because while on the one hand it means nobody sees them quite the same… on the other it gives you free reign to develop fun, quirky details about them. And somehow, perhaps because I play Deborah almost exclusively and it’s something both myself and my sister have used when being camp counselors in real life… I can’t help seeing Deborah deliberately giving people the wrong middle name to get their attention. The more ridiculous the name, the more frustrated she may be, or the more she wants their attention. And sometimes it may be a very awkward attempt to flirt, who knows.

It does bring a lovely picture to mind of her wearing Pamela’s sweater and scolding him with a fake middle name too! (Who knows, it might work for a moment even!)

As for the blushy picture… well I just couldn’t help myself. XD Not sure if the cute blond guy she’s swooning over is Chad or maybe even Tommy (he IS sort of an ash blond in the movie, after all!) I can kinda see either or even both; Chad’s cute even if he’s about as smart as a rock, and Tommy’s not too hard on the eyes either, plus he’s canonically quite good at tech things like repairing machines. They can bond while repairing the phone, maybe!

anonymous asked:

What classes do you think the Final Fantasy XV characters would be as Destiny classes? Also, I absolutely love your headcanons and writings!

Dear anon, you ask me about not only Final Fantasy XV, but Destiny as well? I’m so flattered that you asked me about two of my favorite games! Oh ho~ Let me see how I can answer for you. ;D

It Is Your Destiny, Guardian! – FFXV x Destiny AU

Noctis Lucis Caelum – Bladedancer Hunter

  • He’s probably a hunter type character because of how agile he is in combat. Added with his general finesse of being able to not only use guns, but also blades of sorts, it makes him a well-rounded and deadly force to fight against. 
  • Typically has a pulse rifle with high stability as his primary weapon as well as perks to being airborne equipped to him, like Icarus. He also probably has a shotgun for more close range combat and a sword on him as his heavy weapon.
  • I can see his favored exotic being something like the Bad Juju or the Darkdrinker equipped to him as his weapon, and something like the Sealed Ahamkara Grasps or the Crest of Alpha Lupi.

Prompto Argentum – Gunslinger Hunter

  • Skilled marksman with a lethal precision, Prompto’s able to one-shot some pretty insane bosses with his golden gun, making him a force to be reckoned with. Though ironically, I don’t imagine him to be as battle crazed as someone like Gladio is. No Crucible for Prompto!
  • Probably would use a variety of hand cannons and perhaps a sniper rifle too. High impact, because one shot means he can avoid the fight as much as he possibly can. Also with a preference to rocket launchers as his heavy.
  • He probably has exotics that boost his class as well, particularly something like the Celestial Nighthawk and probably uses the Hawkmoon as his primary.

Ignis Scientia – Voidwalker Warlock

  • The idea of him being a warlock seemed to be rather cool, considering his affinity with more tactical play and more magic based skills like with the Libra Elementia. He probably would be a Voidwalker due to its high sustain and damage, making him one with the void.
  • His arsenal consists of scout rifles as his go-to primary for precision and reconnaissance and probably a really good sniper rifle along with him for more scouting and observation. Also has a machine gun too, just in case he has to take down a bunch of enemies before him.
  • He’d probably favor the versatility of the MIDA-Multi-tool or even have the Thunderbird ready for his weapon exotics. Also probably sports the Obsidian Mind or the Voidfang Vestments as his exotic armor piece.

Gladiolus Amicitia – Striker/Defender Titan

  • He’s probably the one to switch through more than one subclass, considering how he needs to not only protect Noctis and the others, but wreck shit and get fit as well. Likes to hit hard in one fell swoop, so he goes for Striker as his offensive class beyond being Defender too.
  • He’s the Auto Rifle guy, liking the more spray-and-pray tactics as he charges in head first and either shotguns the enemy to death or punches them. Hard. He’s also a sword guy, probably being that hardcore dude to have all of the swords of each element for his collection. 
  • His exotics probably would all be sword-related, so the Dark-Drinker, Raze-Lighter, and Bolt-Caster. He’s probably also the dude that wears something like the Helm of Inmost Light or Ruin Wings for his armor set. Something a little bit more knight-looking.

Some other characters include…

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret – Sunsinger Warlock. Fast recovery and plays more of a background role in supporting. Probably studies the Hive too, particularly their summoning rituals at the summoning pits.

Ravus Nox Fleuret – Defender Titan. Focuses exclusively on this class and also strong enough to wield a sword that hits hard and with ease. Lost his arm that was replaced with strange Vex technology by Ardyn’s doing.

Ardyn Izunia – Voidwalker Warlock. Alot stronger than other warlocks, he’s probably also that douche who decided to become a Taken guardian and wreck up everything.

Aranea Highwind – Nightstalker Hunter. Probably has a unique lance with similar properties to Raze-Lighter sword, acting as her heavy and main weapon. Crowd control and destroying your face is how she does it.

Cor Leonis – Sunbreaker Titan. He forges his Sunbreaker ‘hammers’ into a katana sword instead. An older Crucible veteran and a survivor against a Taken champion he encountered on the Moon.

Iris Amicitia – Striker Titan. Perhaps not as strong as her brother (yet), she knows when to throw her grenades for high zoning potential, and a shoulder charge that knocks you on your ass without you realizing.

Cindy Aurum – Stormcaller Warlock. She’s got an electric personality, able to zap, hack, and repair tech with his skills, while also wrecking face when she wants to. She’d rather be doing her own work though.

Humans are wierd-boredom

I am probably not the first one to think about this and I am sorry if sounds like your post❤️

Are we the only species that requires entertainment, otherwise we get bored and lazy?

What if aliens just don’t feel boredom? Like they might not feel curiosity?

We have genres of books, films, audio(songs), activities and devices only used for/invented for entertainment.

If an alien ship boarded a human for (a random constantly needed task) tech repair, what would happen when they became bored?

Story(later to be continued):

Human Emma(Emma) is fixing a motor part valuable for one of the boosters on the ship, she finishes and now has nothing to do.

Jdorian Teppeq(Teppeq) has found Emma wandering around the ship with an empty look in her eyes.

Teppeq: Emma! Are you healthy?

Emma:*looks confused and surprised at Teppeq* umm I suppose I’m fine, just bored.

Teppeq: bored?

Emma: yeah, I have nothing to do and I can’t think of anything to do so I got bored and went for a walk

Teppeq: if you have nothing to then where is the booster gear?

Emma: in the booster, I fixed it.

Teppeq: but..

Emma: what? It was broken and I fixed it, now I have no more tasks

Teppeq: you have simply run out of tasks! Go to the cafeteria and ask if they need help, they always looking for help

Emma: I’ve been there, I did the dishes for about an hour but then that got boring.

Teppeq: I fail to understand, if you have a task you are no longer bored, yes?

Emma: but if the task does not challenge, we become bored and zone out. I would watch TV or do solitaire. Unfortunately I don’t have a deck of cards or a TV or access to streaming so I have nothing to do….

Teppeq was thoroughly confused at this “bored” feeling, could the human not simply relax and sit down? Was something wrong? He decided to send a message to earth to ask about this strange newly discovered feeling.

Gang School Schedule

HC of the gangs school schedules (and what Darry’s and Soda’s would have been like if they were still in school)? What class do you think they would take? Thanks!!


  • Wood Tech
  • English
  • Math
  • Cooking


  • Auto Repair Shop
  • American Lit
  • Cooking


  • English
  • Geometry 
  • Acting Workshop
  • Child Development 


  • English
  • Jewlery 
  • Cooking
  • Art 


  • Graphic Design 
  • Wood Tech 
  • Science 
  • Photography


  • Auto Repair Workshop
  • Cooking
  • Math
  • Spanish


  • Child development
  • Photography 
  • Art 
  • Environmental Science

These suckkkkk 

Secrets - SoA: Chapter 9

Summary: Reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there.
Chapter 9: shopping and a certain, avoided email.
Warnings: language, it’s FLUFFY again
A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, SPOILERS! Italics are for Chibs and his inner thoughts. Bold is for the reader’s inner thoughts.
Word Count: 2500
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To fight monsters, we created monsters.

Jazmine Becket hasn’t had it easy. After her dad left and her oldest brother died, she joined the PPDC at the tender age of 17 - as a mechanic, after being knocked back as a Ranger for reasons she tends to hide.

Then when she’s 21, her brother Raleigh comes walking back into her life when he arrives at the Hong Kong Shatterdome, where Jaz and her J-Tech friends are running repairs on the world’s last Jaegers. She’s not pleased to see him, the older brother who abandoned her after Yancy’s death.

But if they’re going to defeat the kaiju, they have to work together. That means Jaz accepting Raleigh back into her life, and even trying to get along with the world’s youngest ever Ranger, Australian hothead Chuck Hansen. Who, for some weird reason, seems to have taken an interest in her.


gene- hamilton

jailbreak- eliza

hand guy- mulligan???

gene dad- washington

gene mom- angelica i gues

smiler- burr (talk less smile more ammirite)

big robot- kg3

lil robots- seabury (theyre all seabury. all of them)

that bored tech repair person- maria reynolds

alex- laurens (oh the irony)

that one chick alex likes- ??peggy??

eggplant emoji- lafayette