woah popular

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29, Lucio? O:

“Didja get my card?” said D.Va, laying on her stomach on her bunk and kicking her feet back and forth as Lúcio dug through his locker.

“Yeah I got it,” said Lúcio. He dumped his locker over and countless cards spilled out.

“Woah! Look at Mr. Popular over here!” said D.Va. 

“You literally have a live chat channel running of all your fans confessing undying love to you,” said Lúcio.

“Mm?” D.Va glanced up from her handheld game and over at her MEKA, where numerous texts in different languages were popping up on the projected screen.  “Oh shoot, yeah,” she said She took out her phone and snapped a quick selfie with a kissy face and posted it, causing an influx of even more emojis and messages to fill her MEKA’s screen. “It’s exhausting, but you gotta give ‘em what they want,” she said, returning to her handheld game. Lucio snorted and started sorting through his mail. 

Winston made sure to mark most snail mail with an offshore stamp, so it was easy to separate most fanmail with actual internal memos and notes. About 75% of the pile was fanmail, requests to come to Spain, to Numbani, back to Brazil, some very devoted fans in Ottawa, and then finally he was left with several letters, not even stamped. One of them was D.Va’s note, already opened with her signature pink bunny stationery, but there were a few others. He was first drawn to the largest, an awkwardly folded and taped piece of printer paper, (or was it fax?), undid the tape and glanced over it.

“Uh…” his brow crinkled.

“What?” D.Va glanced up from her game and Lúcio held up the letter for her. It was written completely in binary save for some scratched ink marks at the bottom. D.Va squinted at the ink scratches. “I think I have an idea of who this is from,” she said, taking the paper from Lúcio’s hand. She walked over to her MEKA and hit a few buttons, “MEKA scan and translate,” she commanded. The MEKA shot out a green light which scanned over the paper then immediately the words popped up on its screen.





“Bastion,” Lúcio and D.Va said at the same time.

“And the bird,” said Lúcio, pointing at the ink scratches at the bottom.

“What about that one?” said D.Va, pointing.

“What one?”

“That one,” D.Va pointed to what looked like a piece of crumpled, stained, and partially burned garbage. 

“…that’s a letter?” said Lúcio.

“Well do you normally keep bits of partially burned garbage in your locker?” said D.Va. Lucio shrugged and picked it up and uncrumpled it. It was covered in scratchy doodles of fire and explosions and pointy things and Lucio could barely make out the handwriting.

Jumpy Doof Guy—

We don’t talk much. Thank u for not letting me die. Need me to off anyone, just say the word. 


“Hm,” Lúcio’s brow furrowed and he set that letter aside.

He pulled out an unnaturally sharp, square, white envelope, marked with his name. He almost felt bad getting it open, like he was ruining it somehow. He pulled out the letter within.

Lúcio, it was written in handwriting that was so straight and perfectly kerned it may have been a font.

There are still many things I am still coming to understand, and I know it will be a long while before I gain the same trust here as you have. I realize we do not get on well, but we both wish to see good done in this world. This world is constantly changing, and we can never fully control that change, but we can direct that change towards brighter futures, and protect this world against greater evils. I am coming to terms with the idea that disorder is a part of humanity that will always be there–as to how much disorder we can permit, I am still learning. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your willingness to work with me. Also thank you for helping me back in Oasis.


PS: You can keep the technology you stole from Vishkar

PPS:  I suppose it was never rightfully Vishkar’s to begin with. Nor is it my place to grant you permission to use it. Ignore previous Post-script.

PPPS: I respectfully ask that you do not breathe a word of this to anyone.

Lúcio re-read the letter a few times. 

“You okay?” D.Va’s voice broke him away from the letter.

“What?” said Lúcio.

“You’ve been really quiet for a while,” said D.Va.

“Yeah,” said Lúcio, stuffing the letter in his pocket, “Yeah I’m fine.” He stretched, “I think that’s enough fan mail for now. Wanna get something to eat?”

“Yeah!” D.Va sprang to her feet. Lucio stuffed the rest of the letters back in his locker and followed D.Va out to the commissary. 

In celebration of Booster Gold and Blue Beetle being reintroduced to DC after all the weird rebooting they’ve done lately, I had to make a drawing. I don’t really read DC as much anymore, but these two will always be my favorite duo.

Baby’s Breath Pt.1

Genre: Romance/Angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

A/N: This was inspired by Taehyung’s two different colored contacts, he looked beautiful. This first part is more like a build-up from the past to the present (Also sorry if my knowledge about Heterochromia Iridis is false, I did my best to make it sound realistic.)

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Childhood Crush - Jackson Whittemore Imagine

Childhood Crush – TW Imagine

Prompt: You’ve finally decided to move to Beacon Hills after living out of Beacon Hills for a while. Being Lydia’s younger sister, Jackson finally got to meet you and wants to hang out.

A/N: My first Jackson Whittemore and First Person imagine!! I know I made the relationship develop abit too fast but it’s an imagine! I don’t know, but I really hope you guys like this. I’ll be having a break from writing for a week since exams are in 3 days! Wish me luck!

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Word Count: 1716

Originally posted by kninjaz

Your POV

“You’ll be fine, trust me on this.” My sister, aka Lydia, places a hand on my arm as she rubs it in a comforting way. “I don’t know.. This is my first time going Beacon Hills High School and I’m nervous.” I sigh, holding the straps of my bag. “Believe me, once everyone finds out you’re my sister, they will try to befriend you.” She winks, crouching down to grab her own bag. “Oh that’s right, you’re Miss Popular.” I joke, rolling my eyes. “Plus, you’re only like- what?- two year younger than me?” She begins to head out her bedroom and I follow behind her. “One. But thanks for remembering my age, sis.” I say sarcastically. “Love you too, baby.”

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Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Original Post: 

what i learned from school

  1. im a fucking piece of shit
  2. everybody else is also a fucking piece of shit
  3. mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Creator: apatheticghost 

A basic test post meme, “mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell” illustrates the ineffectiveness of the American school system, and most school systems in general, by referring to the importance it puts on what is pointless trivia to anyone not pursuing a career in the sciences (ie: mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell). Usually this meme is part of a list, or tacked on to the end of a text post about school and it’s inadequacy.


Things school has taught me



• Grades are more important than your morals,emotional & physical health

• How to hate people in general
• To want to quit life weekly
• How to text/eat in class without getting caught
• Why I will never amount to anything

mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell


  • me: what are taxes and how do I pay them?
  • school system: worry not
  • school system: mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell



The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

#The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

- perks-of-being-chinese

employer: do you have work experience?

me: no, but i know that the mitochondria is the power house of the cell.

- woah-oh-no

The popularity of this meme is a reflection of adolescents’ general dissatisfaction with the school system. “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell” is truly a call for change.

“Happy” Virus

Park Chanyeol x OC

GENRE: angst-y

Park Chanyeol was not the man he claimed he was on stage - he had his ups and downs too, like all humans. You understood that - you didn’t expect him to be the Happy Virus all the time, and he liked that about you. However, there were times when he grew quite snappy that you knew it was better to stay away from him. It was usually when when big, major events came up - for say big solo concerts, before world tours, or before the release of new songs. This week was one of those days - he was preparing for a big solo concert for EXO, and you had quite frankly, minimized the number of dates you two would have not only to let him have time to practice, but to avoid his bad temper. Thus you opted to hang out a little more than usual with your best friend in university, Jaemin.

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