I noticed that not only do an Altean’s markings glow when they feel sad, but their eye color changes. I mean, in this scene where Allura was about to kill destroy the Ai of her dad, her markings were literally glowing and her eyes turned blue
I’m not sure what exactly triggers the glowy markings and changing eye color (maybe it can even change color??) but I think it’s strong emotion towards something or someone. So does this mean we’ll get to see more canonically glowing Alteans in the next season? Bc if so, sign me the fuck up
All of the matter in the universe, such as atoms, electrons, and dark matter (an unrelated subject), take up only about 32% of all the energy in the current observable universe. The other 68% goes to dark energy; a mysterious force that fills up all of space, and is driving the expansion of the universe.
When Einstein wrote his theories of relativity, he believed we lived in a perfectly static world; it never began, it will never end, and it will always stay the same size. In order to make this work mathematically, he introduced a mechanism that would balance out the force of gravity: the cosmological constant. However, when Hubble discovered that the universe was expanding, Einstein threw out this idea, calling it his “greatest blunder.”
At the time, people expected that the expansion of the universe would be slowing down, since gravity pulls things together, but it seemed as if the expansion was actually speeding up! Not only were distant galaxies receding away from each other, but they were receding away faster and faster, against the known laws of gravitation. The only way we can explain this without sacrificing Einstein’s laws of gravitation was to again reintroduce the cosmological constant, but altering it slightly to beat out gravity instead of just balancing it.
So, what exactly does the cosmological constant mean? Essentially, it means that empty space actually has some energy in it, inflating it like the surface of a balloon. Since this energy comes from space itself, it acts as a feedback loop; dark energy creates more space, more space creates more dark energy, which means even more space, and so on. And yes, this does mean that energy is not conserved, which is actually allowed in general relativity. Still, you can’t use this energy in any useful way.
While the cosmological constant is the most likely source of dark energy, it’s not the only candidate. Other theories, such as quintessence and moduli, are similar to the cosmological constant, but are allowed to change throughout space and time. Because these theories would look so similar, it’s difficult to tell which one is correct. But whatever dark energy is, it determines the ultimate fate of our universe.
Hey, can you post some beginner basics for necromancy?
The beautiful thing about necromancy is it is such a broad topic that such a question is a bit like, “How do I assure myself and this orange I am appreciating it while sitting in the dark?”
Are we talking about ghosts? Ghouls? Ghasts? Lichs? Zombies? Animated body parts? Phantasms? Revenants? Vampire? Shades? Shadows? Ah, shadows! That goes into a whole other line of thought. The same can be said for will-o-wisps! Glorious.
And then there is the other axis!
Resurrected by need to accomplish a task? Recording of emotion or misdeed? Random circumstance? Magical energy gone awry? Magical energy directed by artifact? Spell caster? Monster? Raised by other undead?
The list goes on endlessly. To cut to the chase:
Believe in something weird and dark and unknowable.
we heard your complaints, the dark roast wasn’t strong enough. we heard you, and we are happy to inform you that it’s stronger now. Yes, I saw the dark roast in the shower, it was shredded. The dark roast can now bench press nine children. the dark roast is fighting crime in a batsuit. good luck drinking your coffee now,
Days in the sun When my life has barely begun Not until my whole life is done Will I ever leave you Will I tremble again To my dear one’s gorgeous refrain Will you now forever remain Out of reach of my arms All those days in the sun What I’d give to relive just one Undo what’s done And bring back the light Oh, I could sing of the pain these dark days bring The spell we’re under Still it’s the wonder of us I sing of tonight How in the midst of all this sorrow Can so much hope and love endure I was innocent and certain Now I’m wiser but unsure I can’t go back into my childhood That my father made secure I can feel a change in me I’m stronger now but still not free Days in the sun Will return, we must believe As lovers do That days in the sun will come shining through
“Shut up.” I laughed out, shoving Kenny’s arm with a smile. Mimicking mine, he smiled back- wrapping his damaged limb around my shoulder, pulling me into his side as we strolled down the star-shined sidewalk. It was dark, with a clear sky full of millions of dancing crystals that we claim to burn out- one by one, eventually. “Look, I’m just saying..” Kenny started, before chuckling again at the thought. “that maybe if you would have paid just a little more attention to the game, and not the guy behind the counter, that you could have actually won.” I halted the hustle, and let my jaw drop. “Yeah, I saw that.” Kenny confirmed, laughing again.
Lending his palm out, I reached for it in return. Not that we were an item, we just.. were touchy people, and holding hands was common for us. It was normal, and comforting. A gush of warm breeze blasted through our hair and heat, and down the street. While my right hand intertwined with his, I let my other snake around his bicep- shoving us shoulder to shoulder. He huffed a scoff and kissed my forehead. It was a sweet and simple kiss, over in two seconds.. but it was radiating like a cornerstone birth of my being- just in time, too.
An audible gasp escaped my lips, and my eyes widened in amazement. “Did you see that? Please tell me you saw it.” Kenny whispered down to me, in our height’s difference. “Yes! Quick, close your eyes!” I squealed, tripping over my own words to get them out in time. Slamming my eyelids shut, I thanked my stars and wished my deepest wish. A squeeze of his hand later, I let him know that I was done. I snapped my orbs back open, just as he did. “What’d you wish for?” He puzzled, not taking his view from the skyline- in obvious awe. “I cant tell you. It won’t come true, you know that.” I giggled, tugging on his arm again.
Instantly contradicting my statement, I couldn’t help myself. “You?” I mumbled into his sweater’s sleeve. Kenny shot his eyes from the midnight sky to my reflecting pupils, and smiled his ever-famous smirk. It didn’t last long- didn’t last long, at all. A flicker of thought shot through his eyebrows as his forehead tremored, and he licked his bottom lip. Swooping in, fast enough to deny my brain to register what was happening, Kenny pushed his soft lips to mine- pulling away instantly from the peck. Shook, my eyes blew and I was speechless. Kenny took it as an advantage, and sprinted down the street.
“That!” He yelled back, turning to shrug his shoulders- running backwards. “Kenny!” I screamed, snickering at the end. One after another, my feet patted against the concrete, taking off after him. “Kenny! Come back!” I called through my giggle. “You have to catch me!” He yelled in response, turning a sharp corner around the lit up path.
Little did he know that I wished for the same- and when I catch him, he will.
Hurry over–it’s eventide–
Let’s find the sun before she hides
From us all night, beaming elsewhere;
We’ll see which cloud keeps her back there
In the last minutes we have before
She leaves us in the dark once more…
Until the coming of her dawn,
We’ll greet with sleep-bleared eyes and yawns.
You, my friend, though stunning at night
Dazzle me the most in her light.
Best Mistake by Ariana Grande ft. Big Sean for Sirius Black please !! 💓💓
“No, Sirius,” you pushed him away. You could still hear the music pounding inside the Gryffindor common room from your spot just outside the portrait hole.
“(Y/N), come on,” he pleaded, “you can’t seriously be into him.”
Sirius was referring to the Hufflepuff boy from the year above you who had accompanied you to the party that night. You weren’t particularly interested in him, but he was nice and provided a decent distraction from your recent break-up.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m into him,” you argued, “you and I aren’t together anymore. I can see who I like and it’s none of your business.”
“(Y/N), please, can we just talk about this?” he asked, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration.
“We broke up,” you repeated, emphasizing each word.
He looked at the ground, shoving his hands into his pockets, “Maybe I didn’t want to break up.”
You sighed, “Sirius, we were a mistake. It just wasn’t working. You know that.”
Hurt flashed through his eyes as they met yours. Without saying anything more, he guided you back against the wall and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was far more intense than any the two of you had shared before. Thoughts and emotions the two of you hadn’t been able to express during the course of your relationship seemingly poured out into the open.
He pulled back slightly, his lips less than an inch from yours.
“If we were a mistake, then you are, by far, the best mistake I have ever made.” His gaze was firm but glinting as he added, “And believe me, I’ve made a lot of mistakes.”
You smiled at the boy in front of you. Your feelings were jumbled. Earlier that evening you had thought you knew what you wanted but that kiss and Sirius’ declaration suddenly changed everything. It was as though the storms from the past were clearing and being replaced by sunny skies.
“What do you say?” he probed, resting his forehead against yours. “Can we try again?”
for fucks sake, "vulture is described as a dark tony stark" IF YOU GUYS WANTED TO DO ANOTHER IRON MAN WITH YET ANOTHER DARK IRON MAN WEAK VILLAIN JUST DO IT AND AT LEAST TRY TO FOCUS AND MAKE THIS A GOOD ~SPIDERMAN~ STORY
Okay first of all “Dark Tony Stark” is super redundant.
I am afraid of what I know. That some things do change us, that from some things we will never recover. Everywhere I go I am haunted by the dark, ruinous absence of you. Touched by fraud, something stills in me, dies. Each day, I remerge to end in my own environment. Gasping in the nightly hoards of mothwings-does no one hear my call? I am no longer burdened by vitality. My strength is a catalogue of wilting flowers. My name was known once. Now it is not my name. Daily I founder, weakening in the varying indifference of things. Love, my great, elusive weakness, designate threat on a stem. How vulnerable was I to you. My failing heart, disturbed by the movement of nothing. How little I mattered then without knowing it. How much less I matter, even now. I used to take pleasure in the fact that you exist. Now you take place as an absence remorseless with cruel inflection. The sea breathes this way, outside space, luminous with the torment of violet-lobed hepatica. Will I never find relief? Will I never stop pulsing white with grief?