there was actually going to be four of these

Alexander Hamilton Headcanons
  • The law major who sits on the floor cross-legged for hours
    • Has terrible knee problems because of this
  • Always said he didn’t want kids, but he loves them so much
  • Terrified of the person he will become
  • Really into bands like Linkin Park
  • Still has an iPhone 4
  • Has one of those obnoxious watches with twelve time zones
  • Only owns sweatpants and suits
  • Binge watches shows while doing homework
    • He would never admit it, but he normally watches Glee
  • Has broken at least four bones
    • One from falling out of a tree senior year of high school, the others from various fights
  • Has actually never read Harry Potter
  • The kinkiest person
    • Dom most of the time
  • Not big on PDA
    • He won’t even hold your hand in public
  • Small spoon
    • He gets scared easily and needs protection
  • Will only go back to bed for his s/o
  • Hopeless romantic
Keith unintentionally spies on Lance in the training room  … (Fifth and Final Part)

where the Blue Paladin is kicking ass. And Keith’s kind of mesmerized by it. Then he’s more than mesmerized — he’s freaking out because he’s actually kinda sorta into this brutally efficient soldier version of Lance.

(Part One Here) (Part Two Here) (Part Three Here) (Part Four Here)

Keith lets go of Lance’s hand, but only so he can wrap his arms around the Blue Paladin’s waist, reeling him in until there is no space between them. 

Lance’s anxious expression begins to shift — confused wariness takes its place, then he seems to soften into pleased surprise. His arms come up hesitatingly, embracing Keith lightly in return.

Keith knows the other boy is going to say something soon, so Keith speaks quickly, “Is this sign clear enough for you? And if it’s not, can I do something else to make it … clearer?”

This has gone from zero to light-speed, and Keith has no freaking clue what he’s doing, only that he’s tired of fighting himself, and if his impulses are leading him down this road, then he might as well as follow — those same instincts have saved his skin in battle time and time again, so why ignore them?

“What are you …” Lance’s voice cracks. He looks horrified by this for a split second, but he pushes on regardless. “What kind of thing could makes this any more obvious? You’re into me. Oh wow, I just said that out loud and it doesn’t sound real. Keith, seriously, for how long —”

“Literally for the amount of time it took you to beat my time in this sim, plus you stripping off your top armour, and, uh, maybe this is the wrong thing to say?” Keith recalls Lance’s burst of sincerity, the way he spoke about Keith with admiration colouring every word. “I swear it’s not just your looks —”

“Are you worrying about objectifying me?” Lance laughs. “Dude, be as into my looks as you want. Me being all badass and stuff — that works for you? Good, since when you pull off a crazy stunt in your Lion, or on the ground, I kinda want to make out with you immediately after.”

“Since when?” Keith demands. How long has Lance been wanting to kiss him? Why didn’t he say so sooner? Actually, forget that second point — if Lance hadn’t said anything about Keith’s weird sudden hand holding, Keith probably would have pretended nothing was happening and gone on with business as usual.

“Uh, I’m not going to disclose that information. But I did just tell you that I didn’t realize I wanted more than making out until … yesterday.” Lance’s face falls a little, and Keith feels the slice of the blade into his back again. He vaguely remembers the screams of his fellow Paladins, and he tries to pick out Lance’s in particular — a desperate, rasping cry.

But no, not now, it doesn’t matter — he’s healed, and he’s here, in Lance’s arms, and this is a pretty amazing turn of events even if they happened faster than he can comprehend.

He grins a bit, trying for a lighter tone to bring the smile back to Lance’s face. “Your exact words were ‘head over heels’ and doesn’t that … that means you —”

“Hey, remember when you said you wanted to make things clearer for me?” Lance asks, sounding bright again, and somehow he manages to press in even closer — if there had been an infinitesimal amount of air between their bodies, it’s gone now. Their noses are brushing when Lance murmurs, “Wanna maybe do that now?”

There’s a note of challenge in Lance’s tone, and if there’s one thing Keith has never been able to resist in Lance, it’s the way he challenges Keith.

And so he smiles sharply, which Lance probably can’t see since his eyes are directly in front of his, and nods. “Stop me if this isn’t what you mean.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure it’s —”

And Keith presses his lips to that loudmouth. 

His eyes fall shut after Lance’s lids flutter closed. The way Lance breathes out slightly through his nose, and then tilts his head so he can kiss more thoroughly — that breaks something in Keith. Specifically, the something that would have kept him silent about his newly discovered feelings. Keith’s arms tighten around Lance, and he decides to put his very limited kissing skills to the test as he parts his lips.

Lance makes a shocked little noise that Keith feels the vibration of, and then things get hazy.

All Keith knows is that somehow, Lance is against a wall now, his still-armoured legs are wrapped around Keith’s waist, and Keith is gripping his thighs to hold him up, and was this actually happening right now? What was his life even like before this? He hadn’t even known this was a possibility until two minutes ago.

Their mouths have barely parted except to gasp and then go back for more, and really, even though he’d banished the morbid thoughts from his brain (actually, most kinds of thinking were gone, away, on vacation, maybe never to return), he did have a fleeting impression of gratitude for not dying yesterday. Imagine never getting to have this thing that he hadn’t even known he’d wanted?

“Hm, Keith?” Lance breathes out when Keith has pulled away to inhale more deeply. “This is awesome, but, wow, uh, I’m sort of having trouble with reality right now. Could you just … say what you’re thinking so I know you’re not some weird fever dream brought on by hardcore training?”

“Can we train together next time?” Keith says instantly. “Running a few sims with you would be … cool. And we should totally come up with some programs together — we’d be unstoppable, with your sharpshooting skills, and then my melee —”

Lance dives in for another kiss — it’s almost ferocious, sucking the air from Keith’s lungs. When he retreats, Keith is left gaping, and Lance is grinning widely. “Yeah, that’s you all right. Wow, dude, your soldier brain is just never allowed to take a break, huh?”

“I wasn’t thinking anything until you asked me to talk,” Keith complains somewhat petulantly. “And why are we talking again?”

“You’re so right, except, no, wait —” Lance lets Keith interrupt him, but he ends the next round of kissing far too quickly, yanking his face back, nearly smashing his head into the wall. “Keith, I am so gross right now. My pores are screaming for relief, so let’s, ah, go our separate ways for cleaning purposes, and reconvene in the kitchen? Food would be good.”

“Right, you’re right,” Keith agrees hoarsely. He eases Lance’s legs back down to the floor.

They stare at each other for untold moments. It’s Lance who breaks the stalemate, reaching over to shove Keith gently. “Let’s say dinner in an hour. First date?”

He sounds and looks a touch anxious again, but his eyes are bright, his lips are painfully red, and he waggles his eyebrows with no shame whatsoever.

Keith walks over to where Lance had dropped his gloves, vambraces, and chest plate. When he hands them back to the Blue Paladin, who had been shuffling on his feet nervously, he says, “Okay. Sounds good.”

Lance’s relieved smile is making Keith feel more things. He lets that happen and it’s so easy, so ridiculously nice, that he sort of hates himself for being such a repressed jerk earlier, even if it was only briefly.

“Great, yes, okay, I’m … gonna go now. You, you don’t train. It’s only an hour. Take a shower, get my sweat off you … oh wow, that sounds … Crap. Okay, bye now, see you in the kitchen and please forget the last ten seconds, thanks.” Lance scurries off, but he still manages to get one last word in as he hits the door. He whips around and shoots Keith a confident little smirk. 

“Remember, you have my permission to be all about my looks on occasion. Such as while you shower?”

And then he’s gone. Keith stands there, and he doesn’t even attempt to reason out what the hell just happened. He doesn’t try to rewind time and pinpoint the exact moment when this all spiraled out of control.

Instead, he nods to himself, licking his lips and feeling a smile, soft and happy, form afterwards. And he decides that just maybe, as he heads to his room, this won’t be a total disaster.

And even if it is, it may be the best disaster Keith’s ever been a part of.

Author’s note: And done — sort of ;) I’m gonna add a small epilogue — but it won’t be here.

I’ll group all the parts together, plus the epilogue, as a one-shot, and post it on my AO3 some time soon, hopefully. 

Whether or not you join me there, many thanks to all of you that followed this story! *hugs*

Actual Things that have Happened to Me in College

aka, why I used to say I lived in a sitcom

1. Forgot to go to the caf and eat so many times during college (they kept oddly specific hours, which didn’t match my body clock’s idea of when dinnertime was) that my roommate once conspired with my sister to physically drag me out of my room and lock the door. She didn’t let me back in until she knew I’d eaten something

2. Woke up in the middle of the night my freshman year. Four boys (undoubtedly from the dorm hall known for its pranks) were marching in single file around the entire campus, with penny whistles and banging garbage can lids together shouting “The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming! One if by land and two if by sea!” while they played “Concerning Hobbits”.

3. Sunday nights me, my sister, and one other girl used to just show up in one of the guys’ dorms and be like “Hey guys, let’s play Sardines”, because most of our friends were guys. We found out that you can fit like six people underneath the stairwell. Seven if you’re not claustrophobic. And nobody can see you at all unless you actually go under there. The downside is that there are Spiders.

4. A ten year old Japanese boy solemnly told me that if I were a Pokemon, I’d be Squirtle. Squirtle is, in fact, my favorite starter Pokemon, so I was rather flattered.

5. That One Time I Did Something Stupid And Almost Met A Bobcat

6. Looked out my window one night sophomore year with a crowd of baffled girls to discover a guy in a penguin costume and a guy in a Jar Jar Binks mask staging a mock fight on our front lawn.

7. Went on a walk with a friend in the woods, accidentally saved the life of a small fish that had gotten stuck. Proceeded to have a half-serious discussion with said friend over whether or not the fish would return someday to pay back a debt.

8. Snuck into classes before the teachers so I could draw on the chalkboard/write weird parodies of poems. Eventually the Lit Teacher figured out it was me. I don’t remember if he recognized my handwriting or if someone ratted me out.

I do take some small, cold, bitter satisfaction in one thing, and that’s the fact that Trump is going to be absolutely fucking miserable for the next four years. 

He’s an entertainer and an attention whore, not a public servant. He wants to be on TV and in front of crowds, not actually working a difficult, grueling, stressful job he can’t opt out of. He’s going to have to sit through SO many meetings, be forced to read SO many briefings, get shoehorned into serious business all day every day, without crowds to perform for, and he’s going to hate Every. Single. Minute. 

And then, when he doesn’t deliver on his promises, when he doesn’t build the wall or create jobs or make people rich, when it becomes clear how incompetent and buffoonish he is, the country and all his supporters will turn on him. They’re gonna start blaming him for everything, and those crowds that cheered for him are going to start booing. He’ll be humiliated at every turn, and leave office with the lowest approval rating ever, and he’ll be universally despised. 

Because if he’d lost to Hillary, he would have played the martyr forever, called everything rigged, and had a cushy gig on Fox News complaining every day about how he would have done it better. But now he’s going to have to actually WORK, he’s going to be forced to deal with RESPONSIBILITIES, while surrounded by people who hate him and don’t respect him, people vastly more intelligent and competent than him, and he will be exposed as a loser. And then, we’ll fire him. He’ll go down as the worst president in history. And he’ll have no one to blame but himself. 

I know this isn’t much against the fear of what’s going to happen, but friends, hear me. We are going to make Donald Trump’s life a living nightmare, and I for one take immense pleasure from that. 

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33 Science Facts We Didn't Know At The Start Of 2016
Good news for Einstein, bad news for anyone who likes red squirrels.
By Kelly Oakes

1. Gravitational waves exist.

2. There’s an Earth-like planet just four light years away.

3. It’s possible for a computer to beat a human world champion at Go.

4. The Zika virus does indeed cause microcephaly, a medical condition in which the brain doesn’t develop properly.

5. It turns out there are actually four species of giraffe, not just one.

6. Some red squirrels in Britain carry a strain of leprosy seen in humans in the Middle Ages.

7. There’s a 54 billion cubic feet reserve of helium gas in Tanzania.

8. There’s an underwater “lost city” off a Greek island that is actually just a group of naturally-formed weirdly uniform rocks.

9. There’s a mysterious, slow-moving deep-sea shark that has been found to live for nearly 400 years.

10. Human penises might have lost their baculum, aka penis bone, when our species became monogamous.

11. The largest prime known prime number is 274,207,281 − 1. It’s 5 million digits longer than the previous record prime number.

12. There might be a ninth planet in our solar system, 10 times bigger than Earth and orbiting 20 times farther away than Neptune, on average.

13. Earth has got a sort of second moon (more accurately, a quasi-satellite) with the catchy name (469219) 2016 HO3.

14. Ninety-nine million years ago a little dinosaur got its tail trapped in amber, and its tail feathers were preserved.

15. Pluto’s atmosphere is more compact and cold than we previously thought.

16. And around the dwarf planet’s famous heart-shaped region, there’s a huge variety of terrains.

17. A bunch of stars went supernova close to Earth 3.2 and 1.7 million years ago.

18. The lost Philae spacecraft’s final resting place on comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko is in the shadow of a boulder.

19. There is a giant planet with three suns 320 light years away.

20. Ducklings can recognise the concepts of “same” and “different”.

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NOVA Next: Going Vegan Isn’t the Most Sustainable Option for Humanity

The vegan diet uses no perennial cropland, making it a less effective use of land than you might suspect.

Researchers found that the carrying capacity—the size of the population that can be supported indefinitely by the resources of an ecosystem—of the vegan diet is actually less substantial than two of the vegetarian diets and two out of the four omnivorous diets they studied.

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Okay, I just realized this, and it’s kind of amazing.

See, during A Date with Markiplier, he tends to give you two different choices to choose from.

And then when you go to Darkiplier, he insists of giving you four options, “more than what he could give you”.

Except…not really.

Three of these options are just previous, old, Darkiplier videos.  Only one actually proceeds the plot.  So in a sense, he’s only given us one choice.  But then again, this makes sense, as in his words:

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I’m crazy into black dusty backgrounds, the mother-son dynamic of Princess Leia and her son and Daughter lyrics … So I combine that shit.

“Mind the Gap” - “The Lost Special” (a train story by Doyle) - Moriarty going “choo choo!” for no apparent reason. We’re going back to the concept laid out for us in The Empty Hearse. A traincar was detached and hid away because it was carrying a bomb. Nobody noticed except the one loser who watches the footage all day (rude). The bomb was shaped like a human heart - blue and red with four chambers. We all know what explosions mean in subtext, come on, it was going to erupt out of phallic Elizabeth Tower for crying out loud. We know the bomb was stopped at 1/28 and 1/29 – the day before John and Sherlock met versus the day they actually met. We know they hid the bomb in Sumatra Road – the fake station. We know Sherlock changes the ending of “Death in Samarra” to “Death in Sumatra” – meaning we saw the fake one that’s hiding the detached bomb.

You guys, they’re about to drop a bomb and they’ve detached it from the rest of series and then went into hiding just like the driver and Lord Moran. And just like Lord Moran, the code for setting off that bomb is the actual date. So. Is the code “220117”, meaning today? Or is the code “290117”? Moran’s was November 5th. Perhaps we should take a watch of The Final Problem to find our six digit code for the bomb they detached.

The game is fucking ON

But in all seriousness, 6x05 was the best episode of Teen Wolf since its prime back in season 3B. Like, the storytelling was so well done. It actually moved the plot forward. It was shot ridiculously well. The focus was solely on the four main characters, not any irrelevant side characters. There was no obnoxious pop music or cheesy slow motion scenes. It had emotion, depth. It showcased the connection between the characters. It was well-written. The original trio got an amazing, emotional scene together. I could go on forever, but it was just such a step up from a lot of the cheesy, over dramatic shit we’ve gotten in past episodes and it actually furthered the plot and I just fucking LOVED it.

idea: the joker, compelled even against his own interests to do whatever he thinks would be funniest. the joker may be a sadist with a really shitty sense of humor but even he knows a high-quality punchline when he sees one. his obsession with batman is rooted in batman’s unfailing ability to trick the joker into a better gag that gets him captured. the joker gets chased into a room with plenty of really great hiding places and escape routes, but also a slender pole in the middle of the room. he has to hide behind the fucking pole. he’s gotta. how can he not go for the hiding behind a pole gag. there’s three doors but there’s also a joker-shaped hole in the wall that will make it look like he broke through the wall. it’s a four-story drop into a bakery dumpster full of pies. the joker is obsessed with batman because deep in his heart he knows that batman is actually funnier than he is but instead he spends his time standing on rooftops in the rain being a stoic piece of shit. the joker is salieri, and batman is a mozart that decided to go into carpentry.

When I remember that [adult swim] is airing all four seasons of Samurai Jack leading up to the premiere of season 5

When I remember the fandom will be revived after over ten years of me in my corner with like ten other people

When I remember the fandom will be revived

When I remember there’s going to be an actual fandom that will go looking for fan content from the last ten years and they’re going to find me

When I remember I have ten years of fan content that people are going to find

When I remember what kind of fan content I have been making

Omg I finished it!! This took longer than expected but its done. This was actually meant to be part of a bigger painting with the four main girls from eos but Im going to try and do them separately and later join them together. More art coming soon. BTW Thank you for a 1k followers!!!

Character belongs to @sjmaas

This painting will be available in my Redbubble if you would like to purchase it. 

Happy Holidays everyone!!!!

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Colour-changing burns bandages begin clinical trials

Bandages that change colour and glow when a wound gets infected could be manufactured as early as 2017 if clinical trials go well. 

The bandages, developed at the University of Bath, are being tested with patient samples from four UK hospitals to statistically determine how effective they are. 

Sadly burns often have symptoms of infection but actual infection is much rarer. At the moment infection diagnosis takes up to two days and requires removing dressings, a painful and upsetting process for burns patients which can slow healing and cause scarring. Antibiotics are also prescribed as a precaution while the tests are conducted.

Colour-changing bandages would give an early-warning that real infection is taking hold, meaning medics could provide better and quicker treatment. 

The bandage contains gel in tiny capsules. When infection-causing bacteria are present the capsules dissolve and release the gel which then fluoresces bright yellowy-green, alerting patients and medics to the problem. 

If they do make it onto wards the bandages would not only improve treatment but save money through cutting down on the cost of tests and drug prescriptions. They would also help tackle the threat of drug-resistant bacteria because there wouldn’t be a need to prescribe as many antibiotics as a precaution. 


Images: University of Bath

addressing common mistakes i see in hockey fic
  • only rookies would have a roommate and they’d be the same roommate the whole time. it’s actually written in the CBA that non-rookies/non-callups would not have a roommate. If there are an uneven amount of rookies then one of them would not have a roommate and let’s say a call up happened, they’d room with the extra rookie.
  • NHL players only get 4 days every month where they aren’t doing ANYTHING like games, practices, skates, or travel. only FOUR DAYS.
  • optional practice is not actually optional practice. it’s optional skate which means you still have to GO but you don’t have to actually physically skate on the ice. furthermore even if it was optional to go to the actual practice the captain would NEVER be allowed to miss it.

i love sense8 like. of the 8 main characters, four are women. there isnt one token lgbt character, but at FOUR in canon (bonus: actual trans girl casted to play trans girl). all the characters are super complex and interesting people. there are biracial couples. it depicts both healthy and complicated relationships with parents. and my favorite is that it doesn’t go the ~edgy~ route with angst about how the world is a shitty place– ultimately the message is that humanity is beautiful because it’s based on empathy and emotion and friendship and everyone is connected and i just LOVE this show

fanfic prompts for writers

send a number and pairing to the blogger!

  1. we pretend to be a couple to get on a couples game show and win the prize money
  2. laundry mix-up, we have to find a way to exchange our bags, but I don’t know how to tell you your DC underwear sucks- marvel is better
  3. I need to save you from the beep test before one of us passes out
  4. you are the announcer at an event, I am the participant, you accidently hit on me during the game/fair/dance & I go to talk to you after I stop laughing
  5. “okay, so you’re looking for our daughter who time traveled here?”
  6. you are the witch/wizard on 9th street and I am the poor patron who’s cursed been cursed by a succubus. Help me.
  7. your sexy dance is giving me a migraine, I go to show you how it’s done
  8. We are both in limbo and our deaths were somehow connected, we don’t know how, but we might as well go together to find out
  9. I am the museum curator and you can’t sleep inside the exhibit!! Stop moving the displays around at night for fun 
  10. DND game gone wrong
  11. revolution is upon us, I am the plucky newspaper reporter sent to stab you, you are the moderate trying to stop the bloodshed
  12. “Okay, I have to draw your freckles. Right now.”
  13. there is a rogue Roomba in our dorm playing music in the middle of the night, I go to try and track down the owner