Over the past few days my sister and I have been doing very important research; we looked up the ages of all of the Star Trek characters. Quite possibly one of the most nerdy things I have spent my time doing, but, the results are quite interesting in some cases. So here you go tumblr.
*note: all of these ages were calculated using either birth years found on memory alpha or memory beta, so they may not be 100% correct, but I tried to be as accurate as possible.*
DS9: Sisko-37 Kira-26 Jadzia-28 Ezri-21 Dax (symbiont)- 351(born in 2018!!! Guys that is pretty soon) Bashir-28 O’Brien-41 Odo- 32 (based on date he was first found) Quark- unknown (no recorded DOB) Jake-14 Worf-32
Voyager: Janeway-36 Chakotay-42 Tuvok-107 Tom-25 B’Elanna-25 Harry-22 The Doctor-0 (Activation date) Kes-1 Neelix-34 7 of 9-21 (however she spent time in a Borg maturation chamber)
Enterprise: Archer-39 T’Pol-63 Trip-30 Phlox-Unknown Reed-29 Hoshi-22 Travis-25 Porthos-Unknown, but at least 2 years old
Go forth with the newfound knowledge you have gained!
I am quite obsessed with this musical (watched the movie too but JD and Veronica were just too hollywoody for me). Honestly I wish things could have been different for these two ;n; but JD had to go full on yandere and blow shit up.
The 7/11 scene lol you can see how I gave up in both bg’s XD
I just finished my rewatch of Eureka seveN after few years since last time. And I am a crying mess right now.
I remembered what I forgot through all those years. I was reblogging E7 related stuff on this blog for a long time now, but I didn’t feel anything. I was just mindlessly doing it out of habit.
But now I remember. How I felt as a 12 year old boy, who stumbled upon this show by pure coincidence. Ever since then I was mesmerised by it. I couldn’t wait till next episode. Nine pm, everyday. I remember the time when episode 50 aired.
How sad it was to see that my favorite show, my favorite characters, my favorite world was gone. It felt like leaving something behind. Something really important to me.
Back then I thought that if Renton’s 14, then I still have 2 years to become as cool as him. This memory is so vivid it feels like it was yesterday. When I was a child, I didn’t know where lies the limit of human imagination. Eureka seveN felt real to me. I wasn’t looking at this show as a cartoon made by people. For me it was a real world. It was an experience. A journey.
This anime taught me a lot of things, With every year I gained, I was learning different things from it. I’m still amazed that even after 8 years, I can see new things in this show. New things I can learn from. This show taught me about family. About friendship. About love. That not everything in life works out. That to get something, to make something real, I can’t wait for it to happen. I have to do it myself.
About 4 years ago I think I forgot why I even liked this show. I thought I remembered it well. Well, I was wrong. Without realizing it, I forgot why I am so attached to it. But while I forgot a lot of things, it let me feel like I was watching it for the first time. I felt like a kid again. It felt like definitive end for my childhood, even though I’m 20 years old already.
But I remember it now…
I finally remember why I fell in love with Eureka seveN in the first place.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader Words: 1,917 AN: So this was a song fic request that @writing-obrien got but she wasn’t familiar with the band. Since I am pop punk trash, I love me some As It Is (Patty Walters can fucking get it, let me tell you) so I was really excited about it and I asked her if I could write it instead. Please be aware it’s super angsty and sad and then kinda fluffy and idk what I was doing. And I know the song is kind of a goodbye but I couldn’t leave Stiles like that lol.
Based on the song Still Remembering by As It Is. Listen HERE.
Thunder boomed loudly outside, shaking the window panes, the sharp sound of rain pelting on the roof doing nothing to comfort me. I sighed, burying my face in my pillow, my arms limply at my sides. I couldn’t stop thinking of her, even though she’d left me. She’d gone one day without a word, a note left in her place, explaining that she needed time, that she was afraid. She loved me too much, needed me too much, wanted to find herself on her own. I was pretty sure it was bullshit, an excuse to make herself feel better about leaving me alone.
Requested by anon:
could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-) Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…
Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.
Word count: 2,807
A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.
never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week –
or at least not one Sherlock cared about.
fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours
throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his
girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every
(Y/N) was tiding
it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.
you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.
“I know, I
just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.
She shook her head.
just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.
“I knew I
wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.
You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast
with your instrument.”
didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.
She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes
and dusted the furniture.
couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his
finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of
change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following
She was resplendent
yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”
looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”
you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we
all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.
followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without
even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing
and stood still, following her every move.
getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.
He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”
“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With
each second that passes.”
sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the
bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.
stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting
and reading a newspaper.
something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend
but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.
knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed
the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it
would be impossible for him not to react.
read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.
“I like to
re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.
a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes,
“But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”
girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.
friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.
you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood
fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently
for her to get out.
This isn’t edited/beta-d yet, but thought I’d post it before I sleep, while episode 83 is still fresh in our minds ^_^
Despite the miraculous intervention of Whis, giving birth exhausted Bulma. It had just taken a while to take effect. When the initial excitement of Bra’s birth subsided and everyone had held her and given their congratulations, Bulma tried to stand. Gohan’s quick reflexes caught her when she fell.
“Bulma! Are you okay?” he asked, alarmed.
“Oh, yes. I’m just… light-headed.”
Vegeta instantly told everyone to get lost so that his wife and newborn daughter could rest.
They all agreed. Even Beerus and Whis didn’t put up a fight. No one was going to begrudge Vegeta their family time before the battle royal tournament.
Bulma lay in their bed, pale and unnervingly thin; Vegeta had grown used to her ballooned belly.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Bulma asked tiredly, looking up at him and their daughter whom he held in his arms. Vegeta hadn’t let Bra go since Trunks had offered her up.
“Should I call the doctor?” Vegeta asked, tucking his wife in, trying to school his face into nonchalance to not give away his concern.
“I’m fine. Whis said I might feel tired. The shock of no longer being pregnant.”
“…I shouldn’t have told him to talk to you,” Vegeta grouched, the ugly black serpent of guilt roiling in his belly. What if Whis’ magic had harmed his wife or baby? It wasn’t natural what he had done, there could be side effects they weren’t aware of.
Bulma’s hand reached out and touched his forearm, squeezing. “Vegeta, please. That was the easiest birth imaginable. And Bra is healthy. That’s what matters. We should be thanking Whis. He is an angel, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.”
Vegeta scowled harder and grunted, letting his wife’s words reassure him. He didn’t tell her that he was suspicious of Whis’ motivations. Whis, Beerus, Goku, Gohan…they were keeping something from him. They were too desperate for him to fight, desperate enough to accelerate Bulma’s pregnancy. Something serious was going down beyond a platonic concern for an overdue child. But he didn’t want to concern his wife just yet, not when she was recovering.
“I think I’ll take a nap,” Bulma said, already sounding half asleep. She gave Vegeta a weak smile. “You’ll take care of her, won’t you?”
Vegeta’s arms tightened about the precious bundle in his arms. “With my life,” he promised her.
Bulma smiled, and her eyes fell closed. Trusting him to take care of their new life.
Vegeta lingered, watching Bulma sleep. When he convinced himself that she was indeed just tired and nothing more, he left the room and made his way next door to the nursery.
Trunks and Goten were fussing with room arrangements.
“Out. Now,” Vegeta snapped at them. The two boys nearly tripped over their feet to comply, knowing Vegeta wasn’t to be argued with when he used that sharp tone. “And don’t disturb your mother, she’s sleeping!” he added as they curtailed it out the door.
Vegeta stepped over to the crib, intending to put Bra down to sleep, but hesitated. He looked down at the tiny thing wrapped in sea-foam green, sleeping as soundly as her mother was next door.
He couldn’t find it within himself to put her down. As a Saiyan, even half-Saiyan, he knew she was strong. But she looked so small, and the crib was so big and impersonal. It didn’t feel right.
Vegeta took stock of the room. A large armchair was by the window. He settled down in it and watched the tiny child breathe in and out against his chest.
“Bra,” he said, trying out the name again on his tongue. With her blue hair and eyes, and pale skin, so much like her mother already, Vegeta knew it to be an appropriate name. Still, he was a little saddened that he couldn’t bequeath her a name from her Saiyan ancestry. He had lost that privilege with Trunks, and now again with his daughter for not voicing his desires sooner.
“Echalotte,” he whispered to himself. He had been so proud of that name. Echalotte was a warrior princess of Saiyan legend, proud, strong, and unusually smart for a Saiyan, even by elite standards. Vegeta had no doubts that a daughter of his and Bulma’s could live up to such a name.
Bra’s tiny eyelids fluttered open at the sound of her father’s voice. Blue, blue eyes latched onto his face, as unsettling and piercing as her mother’s gaze. Vegeta steeled himself, ready for the tears that would come, just as they had when he had shown his face to baby Trunks.
But there were no tears. Bra only smiled.
Vegeta felt shot through the heart. He knew the sensation too well.
Her smile was more radiant than the sun, and it broke right through him, melting away his reservations of his capability of being a good father. He would be damned if he didn’t do everything in his power to protect her. He had let Trunks and Bulma down in the past. He didn’t intend on repeating those mistakes.
“Do you like that name?” He asked her. “Echalotte?”
Bra made a happy, gurgling noise. Her little feet kicked restlessly inside her tight wrappings.
Vegeta shifted her and laid her in his lap. Gently, he untucked her blanket until she was free, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw what she had been hiding. A tiny tail.
A true Saiyan.
It was a silly sentimentality, one he thought he had given up long ago. He knew now that a Saiyan’s true power went beyond that of a tail and the great Oozaru transformation. And no doubt she would need to lose it before the next full moon. But the sight of the fifth appendage rocked him as much as her mere existence did, and brought about such feelings of nostalgia that Vegeta felt ill equipped to handle them. He reached out and tentatively touched her tail. On instinct, it curled about his hand.
In the privacy of the room, just the two of them, Vegeta smiled softly down at his daughter.
“Let me tell you about about Echalotte,” Vegeta told her as he counted her fingers and toes. “She was beautiful and fierce. A lot like your mother, actually…”
Bra listened and struggled to grab onto her father’s calloused fingers as he regaled her with stories of her heritage.
Vegeta decided then that, when it was just the two of them, he would call Bra by her Saiyan name. It would be their little secret.
Echalotte. His little onion.
Inspired by episode 83 of DBSuper.
Can we please make Echalotte a thing? Please? Like it’s her middle name? Or it’s her real name but everyone calls her Bulla/Bra as a nickname? Echalotte is so perfect for our little onion. I don’t want it to die away.
Warnings: angst, slight swearing, death of a child, some fluff
Word count: 2090
Summary: After a hunt gone terribly wrong the reader reveals a little secret to Dean to comfort him.
A/N: Omg guys I almost cried while writing the first half of this. Btw if someone already wrote a fic like this I’m gonna die. I was so proud when I had this idea lol. Gif is not mine [x]
Silence. Silence was surrounding you; it weighed heavy
on your chest and made you feel helpless and lost.
Dean drove the Impala through the dark night without
saying one word. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that you could see
his knuckles turning white. The only sounds you could hear were the engine of
Baby and the rain which drummed wildly on the roof of the car. Sam was fast
asleep after the exhausting hunt you guys had just finished. You on the other
hand couldn’t sleep; you were trying to focus on which raindrop would make it
down the window, you were staring at, the fastest. Images of the hunt that had gone
terribly wrong flashed through your mind. Tears burned in your eyes, blinking
them away quickly you tried to think of something else.
This time it was really bad. It had been a kid. Jake
The three of you had tried everything to save him in
time before the vampire who had captured Jake and his parents, who were dead
long before him, could hurt him.
When you had arrived at the nest it was too late. The
little boy, who was no more than five years old had laid there on the cold
floor of an abandoned warehouse. His clothes were all bloody and his teddy bear
was a few feet away from him, also stained with blood.
Every time you closed your eyes, the sight of his lifeless
body would send shivers down your spine.
So you silently sat in the backseat, with Jake’s
bloody teddy bear clutched in your shaking hands, while trying to ignore the
urge to cry uncontrollably.
Hey darlings! I hope your day is going well. It’s Monday, and well, I’m having trouble getting through it. I have so much stuff that I need to get down, so please forgive me if I don’t keep up with the fic schedule I posted yesterday. I will get back on track with it when all my work calms down. It’s extremely hectic with AP tests coming up.. I’m going to try my best though. Enjoy the first official chapter of “Run Away Baby” and I love you all. xoxo
Description:Pregnant with Steve Rogers’ child, your husband, you’re a happily married couple. He moved you to the countryside, trying to keep you away from as much harm as possible. Isolated, and by yourself most of the time, you always worried about him when he went away. But, marriage couldn’t have been better for the two of you for the three years since you had taken his last name. But, one night, when Steve’s out on a mission, you get a call from Nick Fury telling you to get as far away from your house as possible.
The sound of your phone vibrating against the coffee table brought you from your sleep. You groaned, blindly reaching for it. Your fingertips were met with the smooth glass, and you tilted the screen towards you to see who was calling. Your vision was a little blurry; you were still groggy, but the name on your phone was as clear as day. It was Nick Fury.
“Shit.” You sat up as quickly as you could despite the extra weight on your belly. You knew it must be urgent because there were over ten missed calls from him. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach. What if something happened to Steve? You redialed his number, pressing the phone to your ear. It seemed like the dial tone went on forever, but he finally picked up. “Nick, what happening?”
“F/N, get yourself out of that house. Drive, and drive as far away as possible. You need to leave. Now.” His voice was instructive and stern.
“Wait, why? Tell me what’s going on!” You were starting to panic, and your breaths were becoming more labored. “Don’t tell me something happened to Steve…” The sudden realization of what might have occurred seemed to stop your heart as tears came to your eyes.
“F/N, I need you to listen to me. You need to gather up your things and get the hell out of there.” He paused, trying to find a way to break the news to you. “Steve… he’s not the man you think he is. He’s with H.Y.D.R.A.” A dead silence came through the line, neither of you saying anything.
“What?” You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe.
“Get out of your house, get in your car, and go to the address that I just sent you. It’s a safe house in New Jersey that not even the team knows about. Steve is a double agent, and you need to leave before he hurts you. Do you understand?” He was trying to be as gentle as he could, given the circumstances. You were completely quiet on the other line. “F/N, I need you to do this. Please. I don’t want you or the baby getting hurt. Just listen to me and I’ll explain when you get there.”
“O-okay..” You were choking on sobs. This didn’t feel real, but it was.
“You need to move quick, he’s already on his way to you. Call me when you get in the car.” He hung up the line, and you took a moment to realize what just happened. It all seemed to hit you at once, and you frantically got up, grabbing the few essentials that were needed for you and the baby. Not only were your hot tears obstructing your vision, but your child wasn’t cooperating and seemed to kick every five seconds.
“Come on, kid. You need to work with me here.” You sighed, looking down at your belly. Your keys were sitting on the table, and you swiped them off the counter, and grabbed your bag off the floor. You decided you might as well keep the lights on, trying to make him think you were still at home. You swung open the front door, and closed it behind you. Your hands were shaking as you fumbled with putting the key into the lock. As you heard the click of the lock, you heard footsteps coming up your porch steps.
“And where might you be going?” The more than familiar voice sent chills down your spine. You felt him staring daggers into your back as you turned to face him.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” Your words seethed through your teeth as your tears began to sting your eyes. Steve no longer looked like the happy man you thought you knew. He had an evil smirk on his face as he leaned against the railing, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit. It wasn’t his dashing Captain America uniform you had grown to love. It was black with the H.Y.D.R.A. symbol across his chest instead of his silver star. “You’re not the man I married..” You took a step away from him, you back pressing up against the door.
“You’re right, I’m not. I never was because that was all just one, big, fucking act to smuggle myself into S.H.I.E.L.D. You were just there to ensure it, along with the child.” He looked you up and down, giving you a disgusted look.
“That was what I was? Just to fortify your alibi?” You face was hot and red. “I didn’t mean anything to you?” You furrowed your eyebrows together, looking up at him in confused hatred.
“I was never in love with you.” He took his weight off of the railing and began to walk towards you. “You didn’t mean a thing to me, and the baby sure as hell doesn’t either.” He shook his head, the loving looks he used to give you were now a distant memory, and the only thing you saw in his eyes were pure evil.
“No!” You tried to run away, but you were heavily pregnant; you were seven months along. He grabbed your wrist roughly, bringing you to your knees. You sobbed, the pain coursing up your arm.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He looked down at you, his face expressionless.
“You don’t have to do this, Steve. Please.” Your eyes searched for at least a piece of the man you used to know, but there was nothing left.
“Honey, you’re just collateral damage.”
Ahhhh, I hoped you liked it! I’ll try and have the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” or a one shot tonight for you guys! I have a request in my arsenal that I haven’t been able to get to, but I really want to write it. Have a wonderful rest of your day! xoxo