#laser butterfly

[smallamountofburninbuthasbluray]

I hope ib-01: CEL-240 is doing ok. Hope she's staying warm.

[awesome-normal-heroes]

[thenadnerb02]

Star vs the Forces of Evil Premiered 10 Years Ago Today

[puppppppppy]

Vegetable Guard

[widevibratobitch]

can i be mean. just for a second. can i just say something.

[cyndalyssa]

A little something for my boy Apple.

Bio under the cut.

Apple Merrimouser is a friendly, curious, and bright six-year-old boy who's always had a liking for heroes--be they fictional superheroes, the legendary Jackalope, or his own late father, who was a firefighter who sadly was killed in action. As such, his greatest dream was always to be some sort of hero.

At his age, the definition of hero could be a little shallow--cool guy who does cool things and saves people. And well, he has a notable insecurity that he thinks makes him uncool: of all things to have as a mutation, why butterfly wings and antennae? It irritates him to no end whenever he's confused for a girl, and sometimes he feels he has to act extra manly or tough like his adoptive brothers to compensate.

The source of this mutation was him, at age one, simply catching and eating a butterfly that had so happened to be enchanted by the Great Comet the night before. He ended up forming a chrysalis (which understandably freaked his mother out), and when he came out, there were the wings and antennae.

The extra appendages do provide powers for him to use--with wings, he can fly, and he turned out to be a natural for it. He can fly at supersonic speeds, create gusts of wind and tornadoes, and has incredible agility. The wings also can daze opponents into a trance with their hypnotic bright colors, which can help him either catch the foe or flee if said foe is too much for him.

His antennae have the ability to detect danger, which is often how the rest of the Squad knows it's time for action. However, at first it was difficult to distinguish the danger sense from Apple just feeling a change in weather patterns, but he eventually got the hang of it. And the antennae can also fire lasers at his opponents (or that frustrating jar that won't open).

So, ironically, that mutation he finds embarrassing actually contributes to his will and desire to be a hero. He just wishes his wings were cooler (at the very least, can they be blue? It's his favorite color!).

However, what makes him a hero isn't merely the powers (lest we forget about supervillains), it's the fact that he's so kind and conscientious, always willing to help out when and where he can. His sweet, innocent smile can brighten up someone's day, and there's no doubt that he's always ready to learn something new.

Still, he's six--that means he can be bratty or whiny when he's in a bad mood. He gets easily frustrated when his wings get in the way of getting dressed, or knock something over, or the fact that the weather can affect him in ways that it doesn't for others (can't fly in the rain, gets drowsy in the winter, he can get blown away easily if he's not careful).

But overall, he's a good kid that loves life. He enjoys flying, learning about animals, playing games with his friends and siblings, eating lots of food (flying requires a lot of energy), and of course, reading stories about great heroes, which continue to inspire him, and he in turn inspires others (especially his little twin siblings Tootsie and Boots) to be heroes in their own little way.

Fun fact, his original inspiration was actually Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls and an episode of Dexter's Lab called "Mom and Jerry". Can't remember what inspired me to give him the butterfly appendages (he did used to have an apple on his head, hence his name).

[ciliria-art]

Turn back

I see rivers beyond the line

Ancient roads in broken design

Angels running through our minds~

[fuzzychildchopshop]

Star Butterfly by TealSeaArt

[ignorance-on-fire]

I keep getting ads for at home laser hair removal and I can’t help but think like. That one meme from 2014 about sh. Promise you’ll stop for me.

[gh0st184]

Song

Estrella Butterfly-Díaz Has The Voice Of An Angel (According To The People Of Mewni)

Here, she is singing to her very own laser puppy, barco butterfly-Diaz

[nelliecom3t]

Unrealistic things I want:

To cuddle with the laser puppies from ‘Star vs. the Forces of Evil’

😞😍✨

[pooksbedamned]

Meanwhile in nature quantum computing looks like this

I looove that quantum computers look, you know, LIKE THAT ™

Like a clockwork waiting to chime in a new age (or a bell who may toll for all of us).

Next step is pentagrams and runes instead of circuits.

How many angels can dance on top of a qubit chip? Immeasurable

[leatherartbylisa]

Seeing Red, When Laser Engraved Butterflies Make Pretty #Leather Earring...

I see RED! #leather #fashion #jewelry #youtubeshorts

[prisjean]

lifting love | caleb x reader

synopsis: a little fluff of you and caleb at the gym, he helps you lift but notice your gaze on his muscles wink wink

a/n: i would like to be recognized as “caleb’s muscles lover” bc i can’t stop thinking about them. need to be in a headlock. i hope he comes home to me & everyone pulling! this is my first time writing so i hope you can vision what im writing. thank you for reading!

wc: 608 words

the gym filled with the hum of treadmills and the shifting of weights, but your attention was laser-focused on him. caleb. your boyfriend, with his broad shoulders and toned arms, was midway through a set of curls. his biceps flexed with each repetition, just enough to make your heart skip a beat. you loved going to the gym with your boyfriend, you wanted to be strong like him for missions. after months of going to the gym, you didn’t feel like you saw much progress but the view of your boyfriend was worth all the weightlifting and soreness.

“am I doing this right?” you teased, attempting to mimic his form with your 10-pound dumbbells. your exaggerated pose made him chuckle. a deep, warm sound that sent butterflies fluttering through your chest. “perfect form, princess” he replied with a wink, setting his weights down and stepping behind you. “but let me help ya.”

he adjusted your posture, his large hands brushing against your arms as he gently guided them. the warmth of his touch, coupled with the firmness of his grip, made you momentarily forget what you were doing. your grip faltered, and the weight in your left hand tilted awkwardly, throwing you off balance. “whoa!” you gasped.

but momentarily, his hands were on your waist, steadying you with ease. “easy there, pipsqueak,” he said, his voice filled with affection. he smirked as he held you, now not letting you go.

your cheeks flushed hot. “i.. wasn’t distracted” you mumbled, you avoided eye contact with him through the gym mirror.

“of course not,” he teased, hiding a grin. “It’s not like someone was staring too hard or anything.” he continues to tease. you glared and pout at him playfully, his grin finally shows. “come on, let’s try again,” he said, his tone softer now. “i got you, i promise.” he gives you a reassuring smile.

with his encouragement, you finished the set without another mishap, though your heart raced every time he leaned closer to correct your form. when you were done, he faced you to meet your eyes, his expression warm and playful.

“good job, princess” he said, before giving you a kiss on the forehead. he extends his hand out to you, offering a high five. But when you went to slap it, he grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you closer.

“you know,” he said, lowering his voice so only you could hear, “i don’t mind when you stare. In fact…” he flexed his arm dramatically, the muscle tightening under his skin. “i do it for you.”

you tried to roll your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away. “you’re so full of yourself.” you reply chuckling.

“and yet, you’re always looking,” he teased, leaning in closer.

“maybe because it’s worth looking at,” you shot back, smirking as you turned the tables. His eyes widened for a moment, caught off guard, and then his face broke into a boyish grin.

“alright, alright, you win,” he said, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “but let me prove I’m more than just muscles. how about some ice cream? my treat.”

he slung his gym bag and yours over his shoulder, but before you could follow, he reached out and ruffled your hair. “you’re strong too, you know,” he said softly, his tone suddenly more serious. “i see the effort you put in, and it’s one of the things i love about you.”

your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t help but lean into him as the two of you left the gym together. muscles were great, but the way he supported you? that was what you loved most.

a/n: i may have written something cute but i still want to lick peanut butter off his muscles 🫣 thank you for reading! 🩷

[mymegrokosmos]

soft nights with scoups. just a little fluffy jumble of all the thoughts currently in my head.

long walks in the evening, holding his arm as you lean your head against his bicep. pausing to admire the moon. curling up against his side on the couch while you watch tv and catching him watching you more than whatever is on. staring at his profile in the light from the screen illuminating his features so softly. tracing your fingers over his nose, cheek, lips as he speaks while you lay on his chest after a long day catching up on everything you missed. pressing little butterfly kisses along his jaw while you relax with your friends while they're distracted by movie night. making him flush by coming out in just his t-shirt the first time you spend the night together and watching him manually restart. the way his mouth drops open and his eyes follow your bare legs as he forgets every thought in his head besides how pretty you look in his clothing. kiss his cheek while he's on the phone, sat on his lap taking your time kissing all over his face until he stutters and tells whoever is on the other line that he needs to call them back later and hangs up. sitting with him while he sprawls out on the couch to tell you about his latest gripe with the members and whine about them getting on his last nerve just to pull his head onto your lap and watch him melt into your touch as you run your fingers through his hair. the soft sigh and way his eyes immediately drift shut as he leans into your hand and hums contently. bickering or playfully fighting and trying not to laugh at each other until he pouts so cutely you have to grab his necklace and pull him into a kiss. the way he immediately freezes only to grab you by the hips and tug you into him for another, more searing, kiss. pulling him in by the belt loops on his jeans when he's too busy talking to one of his members and ignoring you when you've been trying to get his attention for too long. congratulations you've succeeded he is now fully entirely oh so laser focused on you and only you.

okay i'm going to stop there for now before i make myself insane along with the rest of you.

[sageshouldknowbetter]

In Defense of Mark S

Post S2E4, Helly is going to be mad at Mark. I can’t see a way around it. He not only didn’t know someone else was “behind the wheel” of her body, he continued romantic pursuing of that person… thinking it was her.

But though Helly has valid reasons to be angry, a) victim blaming isn’t okay and b) I can totally see why Mark didn’t realize something was amiss!

First: impossibility and sheer absurdity. To Mark S, it would be unthinkable for an outie to ever enter the severed floor. That’s a violation of his universal laws, immutable as gravity.

Water is wet. Coffee cups fall down when you knock them off the table. And outies do NOT come down to the severed floor, because the chips are spatially triggered.

And sure, he knows about the OTC and that it’s theoretically possible — but why would any outie want to, and why would Lumon ever LET them? If he ever thought, “Oh, Helly’s acting strange,” Mark’s mind would go through a million different logical steps before landing on something outlandish as that.

Maybe she’s sad she was alone when she woke up during the OTC. Maybe she’s just having a bad week. Maybe she’s acting differently around him because of their first kiss. The idea that she’s being possessed by another being? Never would have occurred to him!

Remember how his outie plays into this as well. Irving B has the subconscious of some kind of anti-Lumon revolutionary with the paranoia that only comes from a military background. (“She’s a mole!”) Of course he clocked her.

But Mark? Mark Scout a) doesn’t know the entire family of his CEO, and b) has the subconscious of a history professor grieving his wife. While Irving’s outie’s knowledge bled through to him in the subconscious of his dream, I wouldn’t be surprised if Mark’s subconscious was actively TRYING to suppress any suspicious thoughts.

Of course it’s Helly. It NEEDS to be Helly. Because Mark’s brain is tired of grieving. His subconscious will shut down any accusations that she’s acting differently and cling to the idea because she CAN’T be gone, right? It’s not happening again… right?

And then we circle back to the first kiss. Mark S is in love — head over heels — with Helly R. He’s trying to find Gemma, sure, but that’s for his outie’s happiness, not his own.

If you’ve had one, do you remember your first crush? Remember the butterflies in your stomach and how much you were laser-focused on your own behavior? “What should I say?” “How do I look?” “Am I being weird? Why is she looking at me like that?” Mark S doesn’t notice Helly R is off because he’s too busy worrying about how he comes across to her. And because he has no idea she’s Helena, he has every reason to believe that’s how she’s thinking about him, too! He thinks they’re both dorks in love trying to figure things out. Irving doesn’t have this disadvantage — he’s on the outside and can see everything play out.

All I’m saying is I get it. I hope Helly at least kind of gets it too. What I’m wondering is, will Mark even tell Helly about his assault? Will he hide it out of some misguided belief that it would make her even more angry? Will she yell at him, not knowing that he’s a victim of someone wearing her own face? Much to think about.