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anonymous asked:

Hi, what exactly is Stargate (like, what is the plot, how many seasons, that kind of thing)? I've seen it mentioned in combination with Leverage in some of your posts, and I've sort of picked up some of the character names from being on the internet, but I'm still not sure what it actually is. Thanks!!

What a delightful question that I’m going to have a ridiculous amount of fun answering, probably using too many gifs.

First, the bare bones facts: Stargate is a franchise that began with the 1994 movie Stargate, which was then developed into the TV show Stargate: SG-1 which began in 1997 and picked up about a year after the movie ended. SG-1 had 10 seasons and 2 made-for-TV movies. There are also 2 spinoffs, Stargate: Atlantis and Stargate: Universe. Atlantis has 5 seasons, and its first season coincides with season 8 of SG-1, with both beginning in 2004, with some fun but not strictly essential crossover between the two. Universe has 2 seasons and began in 2009, after both SG-1 and Atlantis had ended. I mostly blog about SG-1, but I enjoy all three shows and will at least briefly explain Atlantis and Universe in the course of this post, FOR FUNSIES.

The basic premise of the whole thing is that there are these devices (built by aliens, OF COURSE) called Stargates, which create wormholes that allow for basically instantaneous travel between planets all throughout the Milky Way (and other galaxies as well, it turns out, but that’s later).

The movie involves the US Air Force, with the help of the BEST FICTIONAL ARCHAEOLOGIST IN EXISTENCE FIGHT ME, figuring out how to work the Stargate, using it to travel to another planet, and helping the locals overthrow the evil parasitic alien who was posing as the Egyptian god Ra in order to enslave them.

SG-1 starts with Earth humans learning that “Ra” actually belonged to an entire race of evil parasitic aliens who used the personas of various gods to enslave humans throughout the galaxy. At which point, NATURALLY, the plucky Earth humans say “fuck that shit” and also “ooh, a whole galaxy to explore, HOLD MY BEER” and start having adventures and liberating the galaxy.

Atlantis is about Earth humans finally discovering the lost city of Atlantis over in another galaxy, and the adventures and struggles they have setting up a colony there. Also, space vampires.

Universe is about a bunch of Earth humans accidentally stranding themselves aboard an alien-built spaceship that is going they don’t know where in order to find the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. It’s much darker and more sort of psychological than the other two shows. Also more diverse. I like it a lot, but for different reasons than I like SG-1 and Atlantis.

SG-1 owns my heart, because it’s the show that helped me fall in love with sci-fi. Also, it has Dr. Daniel Jackson. It wrestles with what it means to be human and ethics and all kinds of really good shit. It’s not perfect, and the early seasons especially have some pretty major issues with sexism and white savior complexes in certain episodes, but overall I personally find it more than worth it, and the main reason is the characters, who you now get to hear me yell about my love for.

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they’re running through the institute, laughter on their tongues and grins on their faces as they sprint down the corridors, hands intertwined. they make a game of it; trying to find the best spot in the institute to be alone, and whenever they see anyone walking towards them or if anyone sees them, they turn and run the other way. as there are a lot of people in the institute, they are running for a very long time, but the youthfulness of it, the thrill of getting caught, is intoxicating. sometimes one is leading the other, other times they are running side by side, but their hands are clasped the entire time. sometimes they stop for a few seconds, exchanging quick kisses that are more smiles and laughter than actual pecks.

it’s uncoordinated and reckless, limbs going haywire as they stumble along, occasionally one of them bumping against the wall, causing the other to be pulled in and encircle them in some sort of embrace, enveloping them against the flat surface. but this only makes the moment more breathtaking, more like an adventure, something as fresh and warm and lovely as a meadow, and magnus bane’s laughter is as scrumptious as strawberries, like the wind whipping through your hair as you look out at the ocean, like the smell of dew in the morning and the feel of the cool grass in between your toes. the back of his head is against the wall and he’s laughing, a hand over his mouth and one hand on alec’s chest to steady himself, the color of his nails contrasting beautifully with the deep sea blue of alec’s shirt. alec’s hands are on magnus’ arms to steady him and the other man and he’s smiling breathlessly, like someone caught him by surprise, like he was walking outside on a hot day, praying for rain, and suddenly he was in the middle of a thunderstorm. his hair is ruffled and his face devoid of any cares. His eyes seem to twinkle, flicker lovingly with promises and pure happiness and he’s laughing too, a deep chuckle that feels unfamiliar in his mouth but so right as he stares at magnus’ face. magnus leans in and kisses alec soundly, his lips like the missing piece of a puzzle, the beginning and the end of a journey, that one note in every song that sends shivers down your spine and makes your heart sing and it’s so simple, them standing in the corridor, alec’s hands trailing under magnus’ shirt to the bare skin of his waist, magnus cupping the back of alec’s neck and his face, but at the same time it’s not. it’s explosive, it’s like waves crashing against rocks, forming a symphony,  it’s like a supernova that flashes brilliant colors across the sky, it’s like like reaching for something, someone, and feeling a hand grab onto yours, signifying hope, love, a future.

their noses brush and magnus giggles when he feels alec’s eyelashes against his skin and it’s almost too good to be true, so perfect that it seems a choir of angels would descend from above any second and start singing sweet melodies and playing harps as the two men kissed, writing their own composition through their lips moving, their heads turning, their snickering, their clothing rustling, their joy, and their smiles.

“alec?!” alec pulls away suddenly, his lips red and swollen from kissing and a dazed look in his eyes and him and magnus both turn to see a horrified maryse, who has just turned the corner of the empty corridor.

“go, go, go!” alec chortles, taking magnus by the hand and running with him the other way, maryse’s positively ugly shrieks being drowned out by their tittering. magnus feels like a child again, looking at alec’s face as they seek out a new place, alive and in awe of the world, in awe of alec. and alec feels the same, thanking every power above for blessing him with magnus bane, this beautiful, kind, smart, powerful, lovely man who could make the rest of the world go away with a smile, a flirtatious comment, a touch of his hand on alec’s, a look of love and affection in his warm and gorgeous eyes.

and when alec almost trips when they round a corner and magnus bursts out laughing, hauling the other man up and asking him through his mirth if alec is alright, it feels like and truly is the epitome of true bliss.


Did you ever feel like Moominmamma was almost too perfect to be true? Well, reality is more amazing than you could believe as this perfect mother was actually based on a real person: Signe Hammarsten-Jansson (Ham), Tove Jansson’s beloved mother.

Ham was, according to all friends and neighbours, the image of a perfect mother and wife. She was born to a wealthy Swedish family, as a daughter of a priest. After falling in love with Tove’s father, Viktor Jansson, she moved with him to Finland. Even though living in a poorer, war-ridden country must have been hard for the young woman, she never complained. Instead she supported her husband’s career, loved her children dearly and was loved by them in return.

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Ham can be described as the greatest love of Tove’s life. Mother and daughter were always close. Tove was always worried about her mother’s downtrodden place in the family (Viktor Jansson was not an easy personality to live with) and how she sacrificed everything for the family. Tove’s dream was to take Ham away from all of that. It was also her absolute love and devotion to her mother that prevented Tove from ever leaving Finland, as Ham was devoted to being with her hurband.

Ham was Tove’s first teacher and it’s said that in her lap, Tove learned to draw before she could even walk. Eventually young Tove would beging drawing political caricatures after her mother as a side for her aspirations as a painter.

The pain Tove felt after Ham’s passing can be felt in her book Moominvalley in November.

I love you, but I love a historical figure who has been dead for over 200 years more.
—  me, probably
Every king has a secret - Sherlock x reader/Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by damnmuse

AN: It’s good to be back

Summary: Moriarty had the reader pose as Sherlock’s girlfriend, only for Moriarty to reveal the truth. (I know Irene was sort of used in the way to hurt Sherlock but lets just pretend she doesn't exist for the purpose of this imagine)

Word count: 1,691

Warnings: None

“Sherlock, you can’t just run off like this!” You slammed your hand across the door way to stop Sherlock from darting out of the flat.

“Honestly (Y/n), is now any time for a domestic?” Sherlock asked, tugging his coat on.

“William Sherlock Holmes, you don’t even know who this man is and what he can do to you.” You had to put your foot down. Sherlock was such a child sometimes. He was always so reckless and didn’t care for risks.

“And you do?” Sherlock cocked his eyebrows at you. You dropped your arm with a sigh and folded them across your chest. He had no idea.

“Please just be careful.” You pleaded. Sherlock winked at you before darting from the flat and on his way to the pool where he would meet Jim Moriarty for the first time.

You had only known Sherlock for a little over a month, you had met on a case and Sherlock took a liking to you straight away for some odd reason as both Lestrade and John were shocked.

You had kind of stuck by Sherlock and John’s side ever since.

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Prompts 52, 84, 95- Marauders Era: Remus

Request: Prompts 95, 84 and 52 with Remus?

  • 52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”
  • 84. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”
  • 95. “Are you drunk?”

The cold autumn air seemed to clear up Remus’ thoughts, sobering him up, if only slightly. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath, his mind filled with the scent of surrounding trees and the scene that had played out less than half an hour ago. The sound of rustling leaves didn’t in the slightest blur the vivid memory of Y/N’s face when he allowed the words that had been trapped in his mind for so long slip out.

The Great Hall was filled with tipsy 7th years, just returned from a day at Hogsmeade, filled with laughs, sweets and firewhiskey. Chatter fluttered through the air, almost intimidating, despite its light-hearted nature. Two startled-looking third years ran past Remus as he entered, stumbling slightly. He hadn’t exactly avoided the firewhiskey at The Three Broomsticks as he always had before. No, today he needed the Gryffindor courage that the crimson on his tie promised he had.

He saw her across the hall, head thrown back in laughter at something an unfamiliar boy had said, surrounded by her friends, and his. Catching glimpse of Sirius chatting up a girl right by Y/N, Remus’ pace quickened, and soon enough he was right by her, the noises around him strangely melodic, most likely due to the alcohol that coursed through his veins. He felt his heart quicken at the sound of her laugh, and felt his ears redden with anger at the sound of the boy’s voice. Who even was he? And why was he here?

“I’ll be off now,” Remus heard the unwelcome stranger say, “I’ll see you around Y/N!”

“The hell you will,” he found himself muttering, prompting a puzzled Sirius to turn around, and give him a massive grin.

“Hello, Moony! Where’ve you been?” his best friend exclaimed, ignoring his widened eyes and shaking head, “Did you say something? I didn’t really hear.”

“No, nothing, I said nothing,” he rushed his words, barely noticing the way they slurred together.

“Alright, mate,” Sirius gave him a puzzled look and turned back to his latest conquest.

His booming greeting, however, had been overheard.

“Hey Remus,” he heard her voice, immediately beginning to crack his knuckles nervously, “Why didn’t you come over and say hey?”

He turned around and met the y/e/c eyes of Y/N, covered by the slight frown that she had on her face at his lack of greeting.

“I, uh, I just got here,” he slurred, nearly falling over in an attempt to take a step towards the baffled girl.

“Lupin,” her scowl had now turned into an amused smirk, “Are you drunk?”

“Absolutely not,” he retorted, this time failing to stop himself from falling to the ground. Completely disoriented, he accepted the extended arm in front of him.

“I feel like you may be lying,” her words interwoven with chuckles, she pulled him back up. He stumbled forwards and found his lips only inches from hers. Her smirk had vanished, lips now slightly parted.

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When you discover someone who makes you feel as if you are far more than this body that holds you hostage, you will presume it is far too perfect to be true. He will tell you everything you’ve ever wanted to hear. He will speak in dramatic tongues of how beautiful you are when you wake in the late evening, and how he adores the gentleness in your breath as you sleep. He will patiently await your next statement, hanging onto every word you say because he has become addicted to this Poison know as you. He will find new ways every day to leave your core quivering beneath his palm, desperately awaiting more of his touch, which never cieses to be both gentle and rough in the same instance. He will sink into the tub behind you when you’re attempting to relax after a long, stressful day only to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his masculine frame, just as he does when you lay at his side in the night. He will brush the hair from your face and wipe away every tear that falls from your mesmerizing eyes, because he will never be able to grow accustomed to seeing you cry. He’s going to listen to your chaotic ramblings when you’re caught up recollecting the past and all of its many disasters, because he hasn’t ever found a sound he adored more than your voice. He will show your selfies to all of his friends, never growing tired of seeing that bright smile of yours when you finally manage to call at midnight. You’ll find that even after your countless explanations of the fear he may leave, that he never stops reassuring you every time. He will grow silent at times, lost in a sea of his thoughts, but you need not worry, because he will remind you constantly about how you never leave his thoughts. He will buy your favourite scent of candle and snag a special treat before coming home to you, cautious when picking his gift because he knows how you’ve never been fond of ordinary things. You see, someday you’re going to find someone who makes you feel alive again. Someone who would swim across the oceans and tread through the most dangerous climates, just to hold you in person for a brief moment before you leave for work.
—  @darknesssetsmefree // And He Will Call It Love

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❤ Soulmate Drabble (4/13) ❤ 

Originally posted by kwontv

Member: Hoshi
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 645

Once you meet your soulmate all of your senses are heightened, however there is a catch. 

TRIGGER WARNING There is mention of cancer and death in this!

Hoshi stood a few steps in front of you cleaning the dishes while you sat at the bar lazily drinking a cup of hot chocolate. It was too early in the morning for most to be awake, but just bright enough where the two of you could justify not turning on the lights and instead letting the sunrise illuminate the kitchen leaving everything with a green tint as it seeped through your curtains. The radio played whatever upbeat pop song had been circulating this summer, but neither of you were really listening. This was how you liked things between the two of you, at least at a glance. Things weren’t healthy between the two of you. Things stopped being healthy when you stopped being healthy.

When you first met Hoshi you were skeptical to the idea of finding a soulmate. The concept of all your senses being heightened as soon as you laid eyes on someone seemed just about as fake as the fairy tales you had read growing up. Sure, there had been people that believed that the soulmate effect worked, but you never cared how many people told you it did because it had to be a hoax. You believed that until you turned 16, and then it happened to you.

Out of all places for it to happen finding your soulmate while you slipped and fell on a slushie at the gas station seemed impossible. Whatever music played in the background when you fell in the dimly lit gas station while eating a bland breakfast, it was a shitty start to what should have been a shitty day. But then you met eyes with him. And suddenly the music that played in the background seemed like something that would be played at a symphony and composed by the most brilliant connoisseur of music in the world, the gas station erupted with colors you had never seen before, colors you never previously could have comprehended. Your mouth tasted like the richest form of chocolate and that donut you were eating when you met him became a delicacy passed down for thousands of years that only you had ever known about.

You had made a lives for yourselves almost instantly, everything about Hoshi seemed perfect almost too good to be true. You had gone on adventures together in rainforests and seen and heard things that created new levels of ecstasy in your brain. You had gone on adventures together in only your backyard with nothing but a picnic basket with a few raspberries inside. Every day was a new form of pleasure, whenever you thought it couldn’t get better it did. Until, one day it didn’t.

Sure, you had heard rumors, but much like before you were skeptical, in fact you were optimistic that it wouldn’t happen to you. Cancer. That’s what the doctors had said. You didn’t even mind you were dying, you had truly lived a wonderful and beautiful life in the arms of Hoshi. You didn’t mind until the side affects of finding your soulmate began to settle in. You began to destroy Hoshi.

He wiped the dishes down for the 700th time not making eye contact with anything, he was much too lost in thought. If you were to take a snapshot of this moment you would both look happy, it could be on the cover of a happy couple’s magazine, but that was be so far from the truth. “I stopped seeing blue last night.” He mumbled into the plate he was scrubbing. “I was watching the sunset, you know how the moon looks blue this time of year? It was there for a moment and then the next, it was gone.”

“Is that so?” You whispered in a trace of mind numbing exhaustion. You took one long sip of your hot chocolate and tasted nothing but sand.

- Peach