#tiny star by the blasting company

[uboacore]

Here’s some albums I like and the seasons I associate them with. Because I’ve been thinking about it recently and also because I want to recommend some music:

Spring:

Summer:

Autumn:

Winter:

[fantasticwolfpenguin]

Wait I BET YOU DIDNT KNOW BLASTING COMPANY put out a new OTGW canon album late 2022. I remember watching Black Hole and just probably didn’t process it was a whole thing. Please if you only watch black hole that’s cool too:

I made a playlist.

[gaycactusscoundrel]

Song of the Day 9/4/2023

[serxinns]

Hi! I was wondering if u can do a normal class 1a x reader platonic hc’s? Like readers quirk is like briar from league of legends and readers pretty sweet but scares class 1a a lil

I haven't did fucking headcannons In a WHILE I hope you enjoy them!

Disclaimer I do not know much about this character so if I mischaraterize something then I'm sorry

•ever since you transferred to Ua, they always thought you were a bit weird, especially when you 1st introduced yourself. It was a wild one.

•"Hello, the names y/n l/n and I think blood is tasty!" There was a sudden silence in the class a couple of sweat drops formed on some of the students while you just casually smiled like what you said was completely normal... oh boy it was gonna be a long but fun ride for sure

•your 1st ever companions were Mina and Denki the three of you matched each other's energy and chaoticness it was like 2 dumbasses and one less of a dumbass the 3 of you would get into the most shit like one time you convince Kirishima that he could be a hammer so you somehow got a big nail and test it out resulting in Kirishima knocked out and you 3 getting scolded by and yelled at by katsuki , making iida realizing he has to deal with an extra chaotic person now

• Next was Kirishima your victim I mean your friend you can count on Kirishima was quick to like you due to your lay loose and enthusiastic behavior making him want to be you at times two whenever the two of you trained together you were encouraged each other Kirishima especially and whenever he feels insecure you would encourage him and make sure he's a strong manly man he is! Yall two are just loveable idiots

•Shoto and you had a strange yet wholesome friendship at 1st. Shoto was uncomfortable and cold towards you, which you didn't mind, and you respected his boundaries, but it all clicked when he saw you eating soba. "You like soba?" You turned to face the expressionless boy with a bright smile. "Of course! I even like it with sesame oil, grilled chicken, and a yummy fried egg! Want some?" You reached into the fridge and handed him an extra soba pack and that's how your friendship began even without the soba he thinks ur a pretty interesting person to talk to even with your bizarre talks

"Omg bro you look like that penguin dude from sanrio!"

"I have a cousin name sanrio?"

•next was Ochako she's a tiny bit scared of you at 1st worrying you might get her blood (cough cough flashbacks with toga) but you quickly reassured her that you wouldn't do it without permission which makes her feel a bit better after a bit of time and communicating with each other she starts to feel a bit comfortable with you like would invite you to her room for advice and stuff and the two if you would go out at night to watch the stars with some other students like tsuyu or maybe Tokoyami her most favorite activity is to tell space facts to you (I hc her as a space geek)

•Momo was always your go to whenever you need help with a test and she acts like she's annoyed with it but she genuinely enjoys your company you may the studying sessions fun and interesting for her whenever there's a big test that you forgot to study about all you had to do was go to her dorm and give her the puppy eyes and if she sighs you know that's a instant she then help you study mostly you just copying her notes and make SURE you get a Good grade if not she's gonna make you test the test again untill you get a good grade but outside of studying she spoils you with gifts and more to show off to your other classmates and invites you and the girls for a tea party which ends up quite chaotic

•Jirou was your music bestie you and her trade music Playlists like it's Halloween candy you like cutely but with disturbing music types of songs while jirou like cozy, calm, and peaceful genre but she admits your types of songs are amazing! But you sometimes scare her with your type of music one time she overheard your headphones blasting some sort of innocent cheery music talking about "we'll be together forever!" She thought it was cute so she asked you what song it was and you told her the lyrics and..

"Hey y/n what's the title of that song is sounds catchy?"

"So you became the moon!"

"Awww that's sounds pretty cute whats it about anyways?"

"It's about two kids drowning in a frozen late and they became together in heaven!"

"...you know what that's probably one of the tamest songs you played knowing you I'll take it"

Yea let's just say she was used to your kooky creepy music but she didn't mind, as long as that song slaps she's jamming it with you!

•Bakugo and you were fucking CHAOTIC rivals like yall two would never get along especially when the two of you 1st met you and bakugo would make a competition out of everything to the point he stopped paying attention to izuku at times which he doesn't know if he should be worried for blessed maybe both but the two of you will cause a storm one time yall wanted played Mario party with sero, and sato to see who was the best and it esuclated fast everyone in the class were rooting for you or bakugo even most of class 1b joined in on this making bets and momomeven making merch of this, shit was like a football game but unfortunately it was cut short by a angry aizawa with fuzzy bunny slippers with a hello kitty pajamas (don't even ask) but after thst night the two of you became popular

▪︎ but aside from then bakugo secretly respects you your determination and you wanting to give your all makes him admire that somehow so be bugs you everyday for now on wanting to see that determination again even the rest of the class started to notice and tease him about it which pissed him off

• Izuku isn't at all scared by you but rather is intrigued by your personality and quirk when you 1st introduced yourself he asked alot of questions about you, how your quirk operates, kind of quirk is it, do you drink animal blood-? He wants to know everything and you let him, you and him will chat each other's ears off about your favorite pro hero's and sometimes even go out to hunt for rare hero merch, you even helped izuku by participating in the black Friday event to get a all might themed ice cream maker that he has this day thanks to you if it wasn't for you punching that Karen, he cherished that ice cream maker to this day and even host ice cream parties here and there the two of you basically shared it

• But overall you were their chaotic sibing that are willing to protect, defend, and come to your aid even if it's your fault and out on the battle field you were a beast out there that one time when you, jirou, momo and denki, beat a bunch of villians you didn't know your arm was broken untill you pointed out momo and jirou freaked out while denki ran to get some aid but strangely you weren't bothered by it rather you were joking about it

Momo- "it's ok y/n help it's on the way stay put stay calm"

Jirou - just take deep breaths and count to 10-

"I wonder if I can sling it around will it spin freely"

Both- wtf-

• Yea you were a werid bitch but you were there werid bitch and they wouldn't trade you for the world

[cupids-diner]

The creation of harmony - Alex summers

Rating: fluff

A/N: I’ve been like super busy, plus I got a boyfriend. I have been working on more stuff, this has been sitting in my drafts for like ages.

Alex Summers, also known as Havok, had always felt like a walking storm. His power to unleash devastating plasma beams, fueled by cosmic energy, made him a force of destruction. He tried to control it, but every blast seemed to unravel more of him than he could contain. He’d seen enough damage in his life to know that sometimes it was best to stay distant from others.

That all changed the day he met you.

It was a crisp fall afternoon when Alex found himself at a remote training facility, hidden deep within the woods. Charles Xavier had suggested he come here to work on his control, to find peace with the chaos that roiled inside him. But peace was something Alex wasn’t sure he would ever find. That is, until you showed up.

You were sitting on a large, flat rock by a stream, hands gliding through the air. Small, glowing orbs floated from your fingertips, transforming into intricate shapes—a flower, a bird, a tiny glowing tree. Your ability to create from nothingness felt like magic in comparison to his destructive energy.

Alex watched, mesmerized. The contrast between you and him was startling. His very presence had often turned beauty into ruin, yet here you were, making the world around you bloom with life. He felt an odd pull, a need to be near you, to understand how you could be so calm, so at ease with your powers.

He approached cautiously, unsure of how to start the conversation. You noticed him before he spoke, your eyes meeting his with a gentle curiosity.

"You’re Alex, right?" you asked, your voice soft but clear. "Havok?"

"Yeah," he replied, feeling a knot of tension in his chest. "And you are?"

"(Y/N)," you introduced yourself, smiling slightly. "I’ve heard about you. Your powers… they're intense."

Alex braced himself for the usual wariness people felt around him. But instead, you continued, "It must be hard, balancing all that energy."

He let out a breath, surprised at your understanding. "You could say that. Destruction isn’t exactly a talent that makes people feel comfortable."

You nodded thoughtfully, your fingers still weaving through the air, creating tiny light sculptures. "I get it. But I think destruction and creation are two sides of the same coin."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"Without destruction, nothing new can come. It’s like clearing a forest to make room for something new to grow," you explained, your hands falling to your sides as the glowing objects drifted into the breeze.

"Except my destruction isn’t always controlled," he muttered, thinking about the damage he’d caused in the past.

"Maybe you just need the right balance," you said gently. "The right company."

At first, you kept your distance. Despite the strange connection you felt, you couldn't deny that Alex was, by nature, destructive. His powers could obliterate things in an instant, while yours gave life and form. It was unnerving to think about the clash of energies.

But over time, as you continued to train together, you realized something. Around you, Alex’s chaotic energy seemed to settle. His blasts became more focused, more precise. It was as though your presence grounded him, kept him from tipping over the edge into uncontrollable destruction.

And Alex noticed it too. He found himself drawn to your calm, your sense of purpose. You weren’t afraid of his power like others had been, and that gave him the confidence to trust himself more. The more time he spent with you, the less reckless his energy became.

One evening, after a long day of training, you sat beside him by the stream where you had first met. The sky above was filled with stars, casting a soft glow on the water.

"Thank you," Alex said quietly, breaking the silence.

"For what?" you asked, glancing over at him.

"For helping me realize that maybe I’m not just a walking disaster," he admitted. "That with the right balance, like you said, maybe I don’t have to be so destructive."

You smiled, reaching out to create a small, glowing flower in the palm of your hand. You offered it to him, the light reflecting in his eyes.

"We all have our roles to play," you said. "Yours might be destruction, but it doesn’t have to define you. Not when you can choose who to surround yourself with."

Alex took the glowing flower, watching as it pulsed gently in his hand. For the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of peace wash over him.

Maybe destruction and creation weren’t opposites after all. Maybe, together, they could create something new—something balanced.

And as Alex looked at you, he knew he wanted to keep finding that balance, with you by his side.

A/N: I have more stuff in the works, also I found out that a bunch of Batman movies on Tubi

Moodboards:

Aetherweaving!reader

[itsybiggy]

Stuck With Me: Peter Parker x OC

Cute Peter Parker slow burn, less spiderman action more just good ol awkward Parker.

Peter has been in a bad mood all month, but with soon to be divorced parents, trying to figure out what's wrong with him is the last thing Lani needs. Thankfully summer break is here. Lani, Ned, Peter, and MJ set off on the summer vacation road trip to California. Drama ensues

🕸️Chapter 2🕸️

Chapter 1

Master list

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He left me on read. He never does that, like ever. My thoughts begin to wander to attempt to make evenly winged eyeliner.

So much for keeping it positive.

Intrusive thoughts pile up in my mind. I'm not dumb enough to really believe that Peter now hates the mere thought of me; but the little "read" under my text makes me anxious all the same.

I being wracking my brain. Thinking of everything I have said to him in the past weeks. I mean maybe I said something to make him upset or did something and just not realize it. But honestly, it only makes me smile as I recall the jokes we cracked and fun we all  have had. Nothing bad is really coming to mind.

My screen is still void of any text notifications.

I check my refection in the mirror, smiling. I usually try to stay positive when it comes to my appearance. And I definitely can't complain of how my butt looks my black maxi skirt. I adjusted my white crop top, making sure the tiny cross stitched spider was visible. After a quick click of my off brand Dock Martins I decided humidity was a virtue and mirror time was over.

It was already 5:15, I didn't feel quiet ready but Ned would be waiting.

~15 minutes later~

"GET IN LOSER WE ARE GOING SHOPPING!" I yell as Ned walks down the apartment stairs.

He gets in the car "Hey."

"Hey." My smile drops and I hope it's subtle. The tone of his voice worried me. Silence between us is uncommon. I squirm a bit in my seat.

Seeing as he isn't going to make conversation, I speak up.

"Did you get the texts from me and Michelle?" I say.

"Yeah, I have no idea what's wrong with him. Maybe we will figure out tonight" he says quickly, shrugs and looks out the window. Silence fills the car again.

I know you can't sound like anything over text, but Ned sounded a lot peppier when we were messaging. What was going on with my friends?

"We should go see a movie after."  I make a lame attempt to kindle a conversation.

Ned seems to perk up a bit at this.

"Yes! The Joker is out!"

I laugh at this, I'd never been much for DC superhero comics. Especially when they are made up. It didn't really make a lot of sense why someone would make up a superhero and a supervillain when there are plenty to choose from that are real. Movie production companies have tried to profit off of rising superhero stars. The movies are never as good as the up close and real action.

I shrug "I'll see whatever you want bubby."

He winces at 'bubby' and goes back to looking out the window.

I feel my face getting hot. Ok mental note, after being called bubby for 3 years Ned now doesn't like it.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH MY FRIENDS! Blasts in my mind. My only hope now was that Michelle was normal.

___

To my relief she was. We got to the diner at 6:04, Michelle sitting down at our usual table in the back. We try to sit in the back as to not disturb other customers. Our laughs are usually boisterous and frequent not to mention the cheeky jokes. And all being on the decathlon team, heated arguments or "debates" on some old dudes theories or such tend to heated. But we are high tipping customers so we don't worry about it too much.

"Hey guys surprised to see you have made it here alive." She jokes.

"I don't know where you got that I was a bad driver!" I motion for Ned to take a seat before I slide in next to him.

"Oh I think you know." She winks.

"what?" I look at her, perplexed before she shakes her head.

"Speak of the devil" she said just as Peter walks through the door.

The little bell at the top of the door gives a joyful ring. Peter flinches but his body quickly moved back into its slightly hunched position with a frown on his face. Oh great.

"Hey Peter!" I say as he sits down next to Michelle.

He looks into my eyes and gives a slight smile. But says nothing.

A waiter soon comes around with menus "Can I get you started off with anything to drink?"

"I will have a coke." Michelle starts.

"Same." Peter mumbles.

"Sprite." Says Ned cheerfully.

"Tea for me please and thank you." I say brightly, I had to stay positive. I am with my friends to get away from negativity, not have more of it.

Once the waiter left we all began talking. Peter slowly starts engaging more, and it seems to feel right again. Something about him is definitely off; though that does make me very worried about him, I know now was not the time to ask. I will just do my best to cheer my moody friend up.

I smile, mentally stepping back from the conversation, contentment filled my heart. There is nowhere I would rather be and no group of people I would rather be with. I mean they are the only friends I have...

Good Eats has become a favorite of ours. We started eating here for dinner or after school almost every weekend, for about 3 years now. It was cheap for the quality of simple yet delicious diner food. But it's usually pretty quiet in the evenings— (we learned the hard way to avoid it during the mornings where the line is out the door.) —a steady stream of customers usually taking things to-go. Which I don't get, a big part of this place being great is the aesthetic. It reminds me of a 70s diner and most likely opened then. Yellow booths, a jute box always playing great oldies music, kinda ugly wallpaper, and warm lighting. And the store owner is a really nice guy. He usually brings his grandkids. It's always funny when you get rung up by a 10-year-old or have your water refilled by a 7-year-old. Since we have been coming for so long so often, the owner has a special discount for us "I've got to treat my best customers right!"  he always says I'm pretty sure it's just a %10 student discount. We usually tip as much much as we can.

I snapped back into reality when I heard my name. I didn't really know who it came from.

"What?" I said shacking my head out of the clouds.

"We were asking about the van. Summer break is almost here, when is Caroline gonna be ready?" Ned asks

"Oh right, I would say just in time for school to let out." I say.

We have been planning our summer break since school started this year. It will be our last summer vacation ever, so it had to be epic. I always get excited butterflies from it, but it is usually mixed with dread too. Dread because I know when I get home my parents will be officially divorced. Not that I haven't known this was coming or that it needs to happen. It definitely does, I have a cup bruise on the side of my head to prove it.

No, nope stop! I feel my eyes watering. Internally I let out a big sigh. This summer vacation has to be perfect. I don't know what I will do if it's not.

"Alright let's go over the plans one last time," Peter says.

I smile reaching into my purse, and pull out a small, light pink, piece of paper. 1-10 lists of things we need to do while we are in California. We had decided a beach trip is definitely what we need.

I clear my throat and begin to read.

1. start off at Stark Tower to go over things with Tony such as Hotels, food reservations, and tickets

Did I mention all of this was Peter's early birthday gift from TS himself. We are all pretty jazzed. And by that I mean we about shit our pants when Peter told us.

2. head out across the country stopping at the finest Tony Stark hotels (hotels with penthouse suites that Tony has frequent so much he just straight up bought the hotels.)

3  get to LA and check out our crib

4. beach

5. Disney Land

6. More beach

7. eat at a super fancy restaurant

8. ruins of Mr. Stark's Malibu mansion

9. Santa Monica Pier

10. hike to the Hollywood sign

It was a packed summer for sure, but it had to be the best, it just had to be. My last slice of happiness before I move away with my mom, before I move from Queens to which ever relative my mom decides to move close to. Away from all of my friends, who are more of a family then my real ones. Who have gotten me through so much, stuck by my side through it all. And even feeling upset makes me feel like I'm a monster. I want to support my mom, but I don't want this! I don't want to be away from them. Away...I hate that word.

"You ok La?" Ned asks  his hand rests on my back, lightly rubbing it.

My cheeks grow warm with embarrassment- I was crying. And of course Ned's kind questioning made more tears flow. I quickly wipe my eyes with my sleeve, and give a quick fake smile to my friends. They look concerned, except Peter. He looks almost angry, this made me cry more. Amazing.

"Yeah I'm fine. I-uh-i yawned." I stammer, I yawned wtf, who would believe that?!

"What the hell Lani?! No one's yawns make them cry that much." Michelle said, her voice rose she was almost laughing at the dumb lie that came out of my mouth. But I knew she was just concerned.

Ned quickly drops his hand from my back, my head instinctively turning towards him. He's looking at Peter.

"I'm fine I, I-just." I paused. I had told them about my parents getting a divorce, but not much. More importantly, I hadn't told them I was moving, and I wasn't planning on it till the trip is over. If they knew it would just ruin the whole trip for me. Not to mention I was so scared to even say it out loud, it would just make it seem more real. I tried my hardest to not think about it ever. Yea I know it's is unhealthy, but it's how I'm coping now. Might as well let future Lani deal with it.

"It's just my parents divorce, it's getting close to the last of all the court stuff. I just, can't stop thinking about it." My face continued the hot embarrassed sensation. I felt my under arms tingle and I could feel their eyes in me. My eyes stayed glued on my hands like my left depended on it.

There was a small pause. Oh gosh this is embarrassing.

"Lani, no madder what, you will always have us. We love you." Michelle finally said. Her tender words caught me off guard.

I looked back at her, giving a genuine smile "Thanks, that means a lot."

But the little voice in the back of my mind kept screaming Except they won't always be there for you.

"Are you guys ready to order?" We all jumped a bit as the waiter had finally returned to serve us. She placed each of our drinks in front of us.

After we ordered I had asked if we could just forget I said anything, what I needed was a fun night with my friends. They all agreed and once Ned had brought up The Joker, a new conversation sprung. I was just happy to not discuss anything family related.

___

Once we had all gotten and eaten our food, we decided to head to the movie theater to watch The Joker.

"Ok how about Peter pays for drink, Ned pays for Popcorn, and Lani pays for the tickets?" Michelle suggests as we walk into the theater.

"Um, that's convenient, seeing as you pay for nothing." Said Peter, slightly annoyed "and we should all pay for our own tickets, they are too expensive for Lani to pay for alone."

Michelle give a little snicker before we all decide it was every man for himself/herself.

I walk up to the counter, and smile brightly at the young man at the register. "Four tickets for The Joker, please and thank you."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out." He replies in a monotone voice.

"What?!" Ned exclaimed "but- I just checked online like 5 hours ago."

"Sorry The Joker is sold out" he repeats in the same voice. I don't blame him, he has probably had to say this so many people tonight.

"Hey, guys it's fine we can just pick another movie!" I say trying to lift their spirits.

"It 2 is out." Michelle offers.

Oh no

"Yeah I'm down" says Ned.

Oh no

"Yeah me too" says Peter.

Shit

Three pairs of eyes look at me. I give a sheepish smile. I get scared very easily, they know this, but I'm willing to take one for the team... even if it means I won't sleep for a few da-weeks. "Yes, let's go see It 2" I say in a fake enthusiastic tone.

I turn back to the man at the register "um, four for... It 2 please."

___

The theater is completely empty, which makes it about 1099999373783298xs more scary. It's a pretty popular movie so the rows of seats absent of people makes it feel like the twilight zone. We look around, deciding to sit in the far back.

I see Peter hanging back, walking slowly behind us. Strategically, I begin to slow my pace; slipping behind MJ to sit beside Peter. If there is anything that will distract me from the killer clown, it's Peter. We enter the row and settled in. And Peter grabs my hand.

[disfrutalakia]

Yeah so, this is some original writing of mine that I really liked and wanted to post, it will be under a cut so don't worry about having to read it.

TW: Murder

Zinrya – 490

The Kingdom cheered, parties were thrown and music blasted loudly, all because a royal baby has been born.

“Pathetic” Was what the countess Robin thought, it was like seein a bunch of wild animals at the zoo, and all for just one baby being born, a baby that could die before the next season arrived. Robin paced around her rooms, waiting to be let into the Queen’s bedchamber, to hopefully put her plan in motion after so many years waiting for what was rightfully hers.

“Lady Robin?” One of the Queen’s maids that she didn’t bother to learn the name, showed up at the door, it was a pathetic elf, as if the kingdom needed more of those things.

“Yes maid?” Robin refused to learn the names of those inferior to her, why should she?

“The queen is allowing you to enter no, but please we ask that you be very quiet, her grace is nursing the princess right now” The maid spoke in a controlled and trained voice, like she had delivered those words to hundreds of others.

“Don’t worry, I know my manners” Unlike this maid, who didn’t even try to address her correctly and kept using you like Robin was one of those filthy peasants. Doesn’t matter now, she must get inside the room, she checked the pockets of her dress one last time, making sure that the knife was there, still wrapped into silk cloth, thankfully it was.

“Your grace? May I get closer?” Robin asked, her blue eyes looking directly to the Queen, who still looked gracious even after giving birth, with her grey skin shining like never before, her long dark hair gracefully sprawled onto the pillow, her white eyes looked like stars today, and in her arms a tiny bundle of joy, or of disgrace if you asked Robin. The princess had very little hair, just some white strands on the top of her head, her dark skin looked like the night sky with little white moles decorating the black skin, her eyes were still closed due to her being newly born.

“Oh, Robin! Of course, of course come on in! The Queen smiled, all those years and her smile remained the same ever since they were kids struggling to play hide and seek in the royal gardens. Her voice was soft like a song when she spoke “I’m so glad to see you my friend, I was beginning to go mad with loneliness.”

“Well, your grace I would say you are not exactly alone now are you?” Robin asked while sitting down at the bed.

The Queen laughed, that sweet laugh that bards would compare to music and say that it could cure even the most depressed of man, Robin hated bards and their tendency to exaggerate every little thing, the Queen’s laugh was not that sweet and really Robin thought it was kind of annoying even the way it would get stuck in your head.

“Oh but a baby is hardly company at all, she is not yet capable of telling me the latest gossips from court.” The Queen said while smiling, her perfect lips curved into the perfect smile, Robin wanted to get on top of her and kill, but she had to wait for the right moment.

“Have you decided on a name for her yet?” Robin knew the answer before the queen could even say anything.

“Well of course not, the full moon has not yet arrived to tell me such.” The Queen tone was infuriating, calling Robin dumb almost, for forgetting the traditions of the lunar elves.

She was ready, she needed to do it.

At the same time that Robin put her hand into the pocket of her gown, the screams started downstairs and she smiled to herself, knowing it was Persimmon arriving with their army, ready to kill.

“Did you hear that?” The Queen asked while putting her baby on the little cradle by her side, she was going to get out of bed, Robin just stopped her with one gentle hand.

“I’m sure it’s nothing Starling, do not worry.” The Queen didn’t even notice the way Robin didn’t say her title, too busy distracted by the screams.

“No something is wrong Robin, I must go….” Before she could even finish her sentence, a silvery blade was being used to stab her, repeatedly.

Robin was on top of Starling, stabbing her body in all kind of places that could be fatal, she didn’t care for the blood staining her gown and jewels, she could hang them as trophies later.

The baby started to scream, fuck Robin has forgotten completely about it, she had to kill it too or leave it somewhere so it wouldn’t be a threat!

Another screen at the door, this time of the maid that had spoken with her earlier, Robin pointed her knife to her “You! Take this baby, put it in the trash, raise it as your own I do not care, just take it away NOW!”

The woman was shaking, her eyes glued on the still body of the Queen.

“I SAID NOW!!”

The maid held the baby in her arms, shielding it from the world.

“Now go, and DON’T tell anyone about this, as far as everyone is concerned this baby is nobody.”

As the door closed and Robin picked up the knife, still stained with blood, she prepared herself to scream, trying to make the scene look like a murder plot that had nothing to do with her.

“GUARDS!!!” She screamed as if she was nothing but a frightened lady in waiting that found the queen dead in bed and the baby gone.

[wildflowercryptid]

you knew what you had to do / you have a pressure in you

( tracklist under readmore )

TRACKS ( 24 songs, 1hr & 30min ) :

TINY STAR — the blasting company ( feat. eddika organista )

I LOOK UP TO YOU — lake

MT. ST. HELENS — mirah

DAY & NIGHT — ok goodnight

BLACK SHEEP — metric

STAY BEHIND — mother mother

TIME OF YOUR LIFE — jack conte

ISLE ON THYSELF — miracle musical

THE WAIT — laura stevenson

CATABOLIC SEED — the scary jokes

PLANS WE MADE — son lux

PART II — paramore

LITTLE DARK AGE — mgmt

MEMENTO MORI — red vox

WAITING STILL — the family crest

HARD SELL — the crane wives

MEMORY BOX — scuttlefuzz

DON'T LOOK BACK — amarante

ALL IS DARK — the family crest

SOME GRACE — hop along!

LEARN TO TRUST — bad suns

IT'S ALRIGHT — jack stauber

HOW TO REST — the crane wives

WATCHING THE STARS — øneheart

[plasmasimagination]

Greetings ! I saw your match up event and I don't know if you're still up to it but I'll give it a shot anyways !

Fandom : Honkai Star Rail

Characters I don't want to be paired up with : Blade, Sampo (sorry boys)

Ahem, I'm an ISFP who's rising sign is Scorpio, moon sign is Aries and solar sign is cancer.

I absolutely adore writing, reading and exploring outside, urbex is the best thing I've ever known in my entire life. I'm also trilingual ! I just like languages so I'm studying them, probably to travel later although I might just change and get a bachlors degree in psychology just so I can help people. I also love swimming, favorite sport ngl. I forgot to mention, my pronouns are she/her and I'm bisexual though I lean a little more towards women (bless them).

In terms of personality I'd say I'm pretty shy and quiet with strangers but once I know them I'm a goofy dumbass and seem pretty extroverted because I become rather chatty. People have mentioned how intimidating I look, I'm about 5'8 and fairly fit with broad shoulders. So some have approached me out of curiosity and because I look mysterious (their words not mine). Though I'm a big teddy bear, my love language is physical touch and quality time after all.

Aside from my height I have middle length wavy (mb fluffy too ig) brown hair and brown eyes. I wear glasses or else I can't see crap. My clothing style is rather tomboyish, I prefer brown and beige colours and wear pretty simple things (tho I make them stylish).

Some details about myself are that I really like a good challenge and annoying the heck out of someone, some say I seem a little sadistic with my teasing lmao. Despite being chatty I'm rather laid back and quiet.

Have a good day btw ! I hope it was enough.

HELLO THERE SWEETHEART YAYAYA, so you didn't mention which gender you want to be paired up with so i just decided to give you uh...both? Bisexual problems frfr anyyyywaaays, matchup go!

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March 7th!

Okay okay I know you might be asking why and stuff, so first off, who are you to question my way? (/J) and second here's why!

I always like to pair up introverts and extroverts together so they can balance each other out

And you two would fit so well, like-

Intimidating girlfriend that looks like she could beat your ass, and cute smol girlfriend protected

IDK I JUST FIND IT ADORABLE

You might say that you see her more as a friend but I think you two would start off as friends and then turn into something more

Also two chatty cuties would be a blast to be with one another, like I like to imagine march would enjoy chatting with you even if it's just random ranting about insignificant stuff and then be excited to hear your opinion on the insignificant stuff😭

Welt!

Calm collected and reserved

A complete opposite of march yet still a fit for you

This time two introverts together, who enjoy each others company

He prefers to listen to you talk rather than talking himself, but he does enjoy making small comments or chuckling at your stories

Very interested in your writing hobby

Will ask you to show him the newest thing you wrote, he gives constructive criticism but also praises, a tiny bit ;)

Your annoying won't work in him because he will just see it as your personality (ouch) and will sit there with a small smile on his face

Also enjoys different languages and will be fairly impressed by your knowledge, sometimes will ask a thing or two about a certain thing he's unsure of

Doesn't mind your displays of affection, quality time and acts of service are his so he's completely content and happy with spending time with you

About physical contact, he's rather not the one to initiate it, but if you do it first he'll have no trouble ab it

[darsynia]

Trust Fall | Ch 25b

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Summary: Tony/OC, ‘terrorists made us fall in love;’ IM1 timeline. In this chapter, Tony figures out why he can’t get in touch with Emory, and 'Agent Harris' takes Emory to meet the scientist whose serum has given and taken away so much from her.

Length: 3,050

Taglist: @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @themaradaniels @starksbf @chickensarentcheap @tiny-anne @thorfics @chibijusstuff

Chapter Twenty-Five: Caustic Echoes

“It’s two in the morning. We have to stop meeting like this, sir.”

Tony couldn’t sleep, so he’s back in the workroom. “There’s a word for this,” he gripes. “Nagging. Nagging is the word! You’re a nag, JARVIS. I went to bed at eight. I got six hours of sleep! What more do you want?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Enough time to do my scheduled diagnostic without interruption, perhaps?”

“Don’t go all Star Trek on me.” JARVIS does periodically perform a subroutine in the middle of the night, and Tony has been keeping an irregular schedule, but lying awake in bed alone has never been his preference. “It’s morning somewhere in the world, pretend that’s where we are.”

Tony expects JARVIS to respond with a crack about a healthy breakfast, but the resulting silence is deafening, even with the torch going full blast and a welding hood on. Blaring music would be admitting defeat, but after twenty minutes, Tony can’t take it anymore. He chooses the lesser of two evils.

“ETA on Obie?”

“Mr. Stane is due to arrive at Teterboro at 1 PM. His assistant has sent a request to meet with you for lunch.”

Tony’s stomach roils at the very thought. Usually he snacks constantly when he stays up late, but the unresolved issues between him and Stane are nausea fodder, apparently. He doesn’t even want to plan to eat something. Unfortunately the alternative is to have Obie visit the mansion, and that’s even worse. Everything Tony’s been trying to change is based here, and he wants to keep Obadiah Stane far from all of those things. He casts his mind around for what to do, but his first instinct, ‘call Pepper,’ is a no go. She and Happy are both undoubtedly asleep in preparation to fly back in the same jet as Obie will. 

“Sir?”

“Ask me about it in a few hours,” Tony sighs. He flips the welding hood up, unwilling to cloud the glass viewing slit with his huffed breath. “Right now I’d rather barf on his shoes, and no, you can’t quote me on that.”

“Beg pardon, but I meant to get your attention for something else. Miss Autumn’s phone has registered at 100% charge for the past thirty-six hours. Its location has also remained static through that time.”

Tony’s completely blindsided. He barks out, “Initiate two calls to Fury’s office number. One from my cell, and one from one of Stark Industries’ main lines. Let me know if one of them connects.”

“Calling now.”

Flipping down the hood, Tony finishes the last few millimeters. It doesn’t take long, but neither should the task he’d given JARVIS. “Well?” Each second represents a chunk of distance between them, and it’s widening.

“Your personal number was routed to a voicemail line. I left a neutral-sounding request for a call-back. The company line is on hold--” JARVIS breaks off, resuming in a mildly apologetic tone. “Sent to voicemail. I disconnected.”

Shit. “Thirty-six hours? She’s already in Sokovia,” Tony says aloud, shutting off the torch. It feels like he’s shut off any hope of helping her in the process. No message and SHIELD is dodging his calls? The mission could be over by now. Time to shift gears and modify his suit for extraction/rescue, if necessary. “Keep calling both lines until someone actually answers,” he says, feeling a vindictive sense of outrage. They know he’s got her best interest at heart, but they’re keeping things from him anyway? He’ll make them work for it. “Bring up the schematics for that shoulder-mounted weaponry.”

“Offensive, Flight, or Hybrid, sir?”

“Hybrid.” He goes over to the silver suit he’d worn to bring her home with him last time. Much of it is solid, because that was the point. It would be better to build a completely new one, but he’s on the wrong coast for that, realistically. Fuck. Tony grabs the table for support as a wave of nausea passes over him. He’s worked himself sick before, but never this quickly. Maybe he can use how he's feeling to Stane at bay?

“Schematics fully loaded and ready, sir.”

This situation can’t be worse than building an arc reactor from memory, miniaturizing it, and then using it to power an armored suit built in a dingy cave with materials from his own weapons.

This time he has coffee.

“Good. Let’s rock and roll.” 

When they arrive at the fortress, Emory’s both comforted and concerned by the place. It doesn't look run-down or evil at all. There are high metal gates surrounding the castle-like building’s extensive grounds, throughout which are scattered various statues. She can’t see any of them clearly, but most are human-sized, and her first thought is that one of her fellow serum-takers had gained Medusan powers.

Even if that isn’t the case, just implying as much displays horrifying genius.

They’re greeted at the large front stairs by two figures wearing what can only be described as modern servant’s livery. The high boots, tight fitting trousers, and buttoned-up vest are all jet black, but the shirt underneath is a pristine white, and the fancy jacket they’re wearing on top of it all is covered with rich silver embroidery that travels from the lapels down to the sleeve cuffs and around to the long ‘tails’ in the back. There’s an immediate sense that, while this group of people have a common bond, maybe even a sense of belonging, it’s not like a family.

Whoever this scientist is, he’s learned his history. HYDRA’s heraldry and cult-like devotion to structure is on obvious display.

Agent Harris’s own cleverness is equally evident, though. Thanks to Emory’s wheelchair and accompanying oxygen tank, they’re led around the front of the building to a side entrance. It’s humid and mossy, a far cry from the grandiose front entrance. Once inside, the scientist’s minions guide them through three different hallways, each angled upwards, until finally they cross through a doorway and into a lavish-looking foyer. 

The second floor staircase arches across the space, leading to a balcony that is populated by at least four similarly-dressed henchmen. If it weren’t for the winding path they’d taken through deserted hallways, past open doors showing empty, unfurnished rooms, Emory would have taken the number of people milling around the foyer to be indicative of the population of the whole building. The fact that they’re all wearing the same uniform and gathered in the same place makes her think they’re making a physical show for the meeting.

“The boss is in the ballroom today. I’ll announce you,” a young woman says. She has black hair pinned up like a crown on her head, and her eyes have a faint blue glow to them. Fascinated, Emory watches her closely, noticing a kind of blue haze around the woman’s hand when she touches the doorknob to the next room.

“Ballroom. Sounds fancy. And big,” Agent Harris says. Something in her faux impressed tone makes Emory wonder if they might need to modify the tank. If the term ‘ballroom’ is accurate, that could mean high ceilings and wide open spaces, or in other terms, a lot of airspace. That’s useful if Emory needs the gas to fight with, but it could also make their secret weapon less effective.

She reaches out a hand to touch Harris’s arm, making sure to do so tentatively, as if afraid she’ll offend.

“Yes, what do you need?” Irritated deference.

“Can you check the flow? I might be breathing a little fast,” Emory says, her voice muffled through the mask. 

“I’m sure you’ll be-- Oh, all right,” Harris says, leaning over to inspect the valve. The actual oxygen connector is hidden in the mount to the wheelchair.

The door opens, and the same young woman leans through, a neutral expression on her face. “It will be a few minutes.”

Emory looks back at Agent Harris to see that she’s at her watch, a pained smile on her face.

“Of course,” the SHIELD agent says.

Emory doesn’t bother to smile, knowing the semi-transparent mask she’s wearing would obscure it anyway. In her head, she chants a mantra that’s true in both original and coded wording.

I want to go home.

Tony ends up using the Disrobe-Bot to better dismantle the suit for modification. Installing shoulder-mounted weaponry takes a long time, longer than he’d wanted, thanks to whatever stomach bug he must have picked up in California. With JARVIS’s help, he sets up a HUD-based firing sequence just in case he’s not able to verbally command his AI to fire. If he looks up and to the left three times in rapid succession, that’s JARVIS’s command to fire available weapons at the most imminent threat. It’s imperfect, and he’ll need to find a place to test it that isn’t in the middle of the city before he’s satisfied with the concept. There’s a non-zero chance that his house is staked out by paparazzi who would love to file a story saying they heard gunfire at Tony Stark’s estate.

Eventually, his ‘hungry, not hungry, nauseated/not nauseated’ cycle forces him to snack on a packet of frozen raspberries that he hopes to hell hasn’t been here since the late 90’s. If it was, it's not like he'll be able to tell. He’s halfway through it when he gets a call from Pepper.

“Hey, you about to board?” Tony says in greeting. Somehow it’s past ten AM.

“No, I’m in my car. I was all set to leave, but Tony, there’s something going on with Obadiah.” She sounds upset, almost frantic.

“Okay pull over, okay? You’re practically hyperventilating,” he tells her, reaching back to find his rolling desk chair. The mere sound of her panic is making him dizzy. 

“I’m parked at a gas station. You need to listen to me,” Pepper says, a note of urgency in her voice. “Just now, before the flight, I went into your office to copy over some of your files to bring back. It’s a big flash drive so I was just throwing everything on it-- but there was a whole chunk of stuff that wouldn’t copy because it’s encrypted. I used your codes but they didn’t work.”

“So when you told me you didn’t know those and hadn’t ever tried them--” Tony starts to tease, but Pepper interrupts him. “Tony, Obadiah showed up within ten minutes of me trying to open those files. He was out of breath. It was barely six in the morning! He had to be somewhere in the complex already.”

“Okay that’s weird,” Tony allows, adding, “But he could have been picking up the palladium, Pep. It’s not something you’d want to keep at home, even if you’re Stane.” He’s still hoping she’s overreacting. Obie and Pepper have never gotten along well, and he wasn’t there to mediate. She wouldn’t even answer questions about what Stane’s behavior had been like during Tony’s kidnapping.

He’s in the middle of tossing the frozen fruit pouch onto the desk a few feet away when her next words make him fumble the throw.

“When he saw the flash drive, he demanded that I give it to him. He was ANGRY, Tony, I’ve never seen him like that before. I didn’t know what to do! You didn’t put anything about your new armor on there, did you? I called as soon as I could.”

He hadn’t, but this is frightening behavior for Stane. Even at his most upset, the man usually displays an almost pathological friendliness. Obie can get cheerfully menacing, but never hostile. Raspberries start toppling from the fallen package onto the floor like blood drops as Tony tries to think about the implications of what Pepper is saying.

Reassurance first.

“Nothing new is on there,” he says firmly. “Did he catch the flight? JARVIS?” Tony looks up at the ceiling.

“The flight plan was filed with no deviations, no delays reported.”

Pepper speaks before JARVIS is finished, because Tony’s not on speakerphone. “They’re about to take off, Happy texted me from the plane. He wanted to keep an eye on Obadiah.”

“Fuck, that’s not the best idea,” Tony blurts out. Pepper lets out a little hiccup of a distressed laugh in his ear. “Okay, so you don’t have the drive, but the computer is still at the office?” As soon as he says this, Tony regrets it. Pepper would have to go in person to check, and Stane has buddies at the company. Fear mixes with the raspberries in his stomach, seasoned by whatever bug he’s been plagued with today. It would be just his luck if he ends up too busy throwing up to figure all this shit out.

“He escorted me out to my car, and his driver was parked next to it when we got out there,” Pepper says. 

“Well that’s not a good sign.”

“I could barely pull out of the lot, I was shaking so hard! What do we do? There has to be something on that computer, something he doesn’t want us to know about, and if that’s true--”

“Then he’ll probably send someone in to nuke it ASAP, yeah. Give me some time to think,” Tony says. “Can you go find another flash drive? I can write something to bypass the encryption, but I can’t do it remotely. We’d have to upload it onto the drive and have you go physically plug it in. Fuck, and Rhodey is in town with me, still.”

“I could go look in the surplus supply office for another--”

“Do not go back there by yourself,” Tony interrupts again. “Go buy one, biggest you can find, but use your card, I’ll cover it. Keep under his radar. I’ll send half of Rhodey’s unit in with you if I have to. Just don’t try to be a hero and go without backup. Happy would never forgive me, and I’m pretty sure I’d miss you eventually,” Tony says, typing a few questions to JARVIS in the window at the top left of his screen they use for nonverbal communication.

His AI answers in the same place. Do I have your authorization to request our pilots disable the communication systems on the plane as a security concern on your behalf? It will not prevent Mr. Stane from using his personal devices, but could delay him while you and Miss Potts coordinate on the ground. And yes, there is Pepto Bismol in the upstairs bathroom.

“I don’t think you could tie your shoes without me,” she teases back, a little more confidence in her voice. “What’s your social security number?”

Tony’s busy responding ‘Yes,’ ‘Good idea,’ and ‘thank FUCK’ to JARVIS, missing most of what Pepper says except for the word ‘number.’  Shit. “Seven?” he tosses out.

“Seven? Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Pepper laughs. “Whatever you do, don’t meet with him until we find out what’s on that computer, okay?”

“Not even in the suit? Geez, thanks for the faith in my abilities, Benedict Potts!” Tony teases. He’s found the program he wants to send over, but she’ll still need to physically plug the drive in to use it.

“If we’re talking Arnolds, I want you to be thinking Schwarzenegger, not spies! Promise me? It was hard enough talking Happy down, and I only told him Stane was acting strangely. He’d be going all Air Force One as we speak, otherwise.”

“Spies!” Tony says, snapping his fingers a few times in happiness at what she’s helped him figure out.  “You are brilliant, beautiful, and behind on your responsibilities. Go get a flash drive, I’ll talk to you later.”

With that, he hangs up and heads for the upstairs bathroom, dialing the number for Agent Phil Coulson as he goes.

It takes over twenty minutes for the ballroom door to reopen. During that time, a further two black and silver-clad people join the others on the balcony watching Emory and Harris, but besides a few offhand comments, everyone stays silent. The stress makes Emory close her eyes and try to meditate. She and Natasha had discussed whether it would be a good idea to start gathering energy in the moments leading up to the mission, and in the end, they’d agreed it was a bad idea. Now, in the midst of a situation that she could use to power up, Emory’s glad she doesn’t have that pressure on her as well. It’s very likely that this wait is intended to reveal her powers. 

Finally, the door opens, and the blue-eyed henchwoman steps through, nodding at Harris and beckoning. Emory presses her arm against the shape of the phone in her pocket to bolster her courage.

The room she’s wheeled into is dimly lit and very large. The lack of light surprises Emory until she reasons that most ‘balls’ are evening affairs. It would be useless to design the room with the kind of windows that would stream light into a space hardly ever used in the daylight hours. Still, the absence of sunlight and lack of lamps fills her with dread. What will they be greeted with at the shadowy other end of the room? A lab? A throne?

They pass four columns on the way to an answer to her question. Multiple rich-looking carpets denote a rich-looking office area against the back wall. In the very center is an enormous dark wood desk with a huge winged chair. The lights are all positioned behind the chair, so its occupant isn’t fully visible until they’re feet away.

She sees his hand first, as the scientist reaches toward a small lamp positioned at the close corner of his desk. Everything about the encounter so far is obviously theatrical, so Emory braces herself. Did this man’s obsession with the serum turn cruel after his own use of it backfired into something horrible? 

The light switches on, revealing that the chair is even more disproportionately large than she thought. Seated there is a matronly, slight woman with graying hair pulled back in a generous pouf on the top of her head. She’s dressed in a black suit jacket and stark white shirt, just like her minions, though her clothes carry no embellishments. The desk is meticulously neat, with a few folders and the lamp, and nothing else.

“Welcome, my dear.”

Next chapter, both Tony Stark and Emory Autumn fear for their lives.

[uboacore]

OH ALSO, using this to tell anyone who might not know about Tiny Star the album by The Blasting Company!! It’s an album inspired by the fictional band that played the song Tiny Star in the Halloween party scene in otgw. All the songs fit the theme perfectly and it’s a really cool concept!

Here’s one of the songs, but check out the whole album if you haven’t! ☆

Hello otgw fans please listen to Halloween by Sóley it’s one of my favourite songs and it makes me think of otgw

[the-trinket-witch]

🙈🙈🙈Hello, hello... Thank you for doing my ask,

May I propose 💘 or 💌 between any of our OCs please ? (I will let you choose)

Ask meme Here:

💌'My OC Writes a love letter to any of yours'

Orion,

This may feel a bit out of the blue, but to be honest something's come over me like a meteor crash. We've been in the same class for a while and it almost feels a bit like I'm rushing to get this out before we both become 4th years. But I wanted to say I greatly appreciate your company whenever we share it; I'd like to think moreso than most. Your way with words inspires me to play, and I thought the way to best express what's going on in my head was to give back what you're so much better at.

My love for stars is eternal Like the stars are eternal themselves Born, burn and blast But they never reach a conclusive end They shatter what they had Their body reaching far And with each bit of their broken body, they send A tiny capsule of life to start Those capsules are naught, but us Aggregated to form laughter, cries Aggregated to form hatred and love The wars we wage, the atrocities we make We are just a form of stars Either burn to guide the path Or burn, just to burn.

Entra en mi vida,

Lázaro

[vakhiyamusings]

I Need To Do What?!

Part 1 - The Ultimatum

The school year was about to come to an end and Anzu couldn’t be happier! With her parents gone to a magically created land far, far away (she still wasn’t convinced her post office worker Dad was transferred to the United States), her best friends Tsukusa and Junta were still rooming with her (not in her own room but in her house obviously!).

Of course, they had company in the form of Tsukasa’s sister, Arisa every other weekend. Hijiri and Tsuchiya occasionally came by for dinner once Hijiri got accustomed to the taste of commoner’s food.

Rio or Riri popped in at inoppurtune moments and caused mayhem whenever they came by.

Anzu was excited that nothing magical had occurred in the past few months. She almost believed that she would safely reach the end of the school year with no magical hijinks.

Now, this optimism would be much stronger and believable if Rio hadn’t decided to adopt a sullen routine these past few days. He would open his mouth to say something and then clam up, looking forlorn like it was the end of the world. Not to mention his weary sighs and sad looks when they would all sit together for dinner or go to the park or go shopping.

It was driving Anzu insane!

Now that Anzu had her video games, she made sure to reunite with her gaming console and had regular dates with it. She was about to defeat the evil warlord in her latest game when she heard that blasted despondent sigh.

Anzu threw the gaming console down with a loud crash.

“That’s it! I’ve fucking had it with your attitude these past few days, Rio! Spill!” she roared into his startled face.

His aquamarine gaze and cute boyish features hardly ever had any effect on her anymore. Well, mostly.

“Anzu, what are you talking about?” he asked with that annoying coquettish grin of his.

Anzu wanted to throttle him, not that it ever did any good when she did.

She eyed that blasted star shaped wand carelessly sticking out of his pocket. She held his gaze and stepped closer, till she was towering over him.

“You will tell me what your problem is,” she whispered into his ear, ignoring his shiver. “Or else, I’ll fling this wretched thing into the sewer!” she threatened as she held out the wand in her hand. It was so easy, like taking candy from a baby.

“Anzu! No! Please don’t do that! I need it desperately! More so this month than ever!” he cried pitifully.

Anzu narrowed her eyes at his words.

“What’s happening this month? Other than the fact that our little game comes to an end and you wizards can no longer play with my life?” she asked, tapping the wand against her palm.

Rio played with his fingers and replied without looking up. “Uh, yeah. You see, that is not entirely accurate,” he hedged.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Anzu’s voice had taken on a dangerous tone, one she adopted when a certain tiny peach fuzzball was about to get the beating of a lifetime.

Rio winced.

“You remember that tiny little deal earlier this year? The one where the wizard headquarters graciously granted you a year to fall in love?”

“I was there for it all! Now what the fuck does it have to do with your sudden desolate attitude?” she barked at him.

“Um, you see, they might have reason to believe you don’t take the deadline seriously. After all, is it so hard to fall in love when you have 4 ikeman at your disposal?”

“And you are the 4th ikeman I believe?” she asked drily.

Rio nodded emphatically like it was obvious.

“Let’s not forget the 0.001% chance of me falling in love with you,” she pointed out.

“Numbers mean nothing when it comes to love!” he exclaimed with stars in his eyes.

“Can you get to the point now?” Anzu asked, massaging her temples. It was incredibly difficult getting a straight answer from Rio about anything!

“Uh, yes. So where was I?”

“I am not falling in love before the blasted deadline!”

“Right,” he snapped his fingers at her. Anzu growled and Rio took a step back. “Since our company has never given such a generous amount of time for any project. Even a Non-Heroine such as yourself is capable of falling in love. A year is simple far too much time!”

“When will this explanation end?” Anzu muttered to herself. Perhaps, this can of worms should have been left unopened.

“-if you don’t fall in love by the end of this month, this entire project will be labelled as a failure and your ikeman, all 4 of us will lose our memory of you completely,” he said.

Anzu took a moment to process the information.

“WHAT THE FUCK, RIO!”

[trans-xianxian]

📷 and 🎵 and 🐰 for the ask game?

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?:

this loh art!

🎵 Last song you listened to?:

black hole by the blasting company/tiny star!

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?:

hmmmm I feel like this is a classic answer but how they treat and talk about people viewed as """below""" them on the social ladder - service workers, homeless folks, disabled people, etc etc. I think it says a lot about someone not only whether or not they treat everyone like a human being but also how they treat people they have been taught to disrespect and look down upon

[grizzlyofthesea]

First Day on the Job!

I just started a summer internship at my local science center, and I already know it's going to be a blast. Today was my "day of play," where I got to just go around and experience things like a guest would. I think I have one tomorrow, too, which I'm also hyped for! But anyway...

It was awesome.

First and foremost, I made sure to stop by all the permanent exhibits. The first floor is themed around water and our city's river ecology, so we have some freshwater animals in aquariums and terrariums. My favorite is this bullfrog. :)

The second floor is themed around Mars exploration and colonization. I thought I wouldn't be interested since the idea of colonizing Mars kind of rubs me the wrong way, but it's done in a very engaging and aesthetically pleasing manner. There are lots of plants on display throughout the exhibit, which I found to be a pleasant surprise! There's also this adorable miniature railroad/village next to the Mars display that shows off some landmarks from the city between the late 19th century and the 1940s. My favorite part was always this replica of Luna Park (guest starring Taylor Swift by the carousel since there's a Taylor Swift weekend coming up):

The third floor is dedicated to the human body and its inner workings. There's a lot to play with here, including a little game where you have to eat germs as a white blood cell. I played it a couple times, and I was pretty happy with my score the second time around. :)

They also have a little monitor where you can rotate and pull apart a model of a human skull, so I made this beautiful creature.

The fourth floor is the most kid-centric area in the building, but there's still plenty for older guests to do. It's mostly themed around construction and Lego, so if you like playing and building with Lego, this is the place for you. There's also a section off to the side centered around electricity and renewable energy, which is neat, and an earthquake simulator that's left over from when the floor was entirely weather-themed.

So that covers most of the main building. BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!

There's a sports science/fitness themed building adjacent to the main building. It's a fun way to present how exercise affects the body, and how the human body functions in general. There's a batting cage where you can test your prowess with a baseball bat, a rock climbing wall, a few basketball hoops, a giant Operation table, and a ton more. What caught my attention this time, though, was a CPR simulator. I thought it was a fun way to brush up on my skills as a lifeguard...and Dr. Mike was there, too.

Behind the main building is one of the center's oldest exhibits: the USS Requin, a Cold War era submarine. Walking through it was definitely nostalgic, though the doorways were tiny. I have no idea how people could actually live in there without going insane!

And I can't not talk about the giant movie theater inside the main building! I stopped by for a show this afternoon, and it truly is giant. The theater seats 250 people, and the screen is 38 feet by 70 feet (11.58 meters by 21.34 meters)! You have to see it to believe it. It didn't even fit in my phone camera when I took this picture from the middle of the room!

I had to stop by the gift shop, too. I got my brother a freeze-dried "astronaut" ice cream sandwich since he's been joking about wanting one, and for myself, I got these little dudes:

Clockwise from the upper right, they are: a red blood cell, plasma, a platelet, a white blood cell, and an antibody (with a little antigen attached to it). I think the company that sells them is called GIANTmicrobes. Aren't they cute?

Would you believe me if I said that I still have a bunch of stuff to check out tomorrow? Because I do. There are all sorts of shows and demonstrations in the various science stages and the planetarium. I want to see a few, especially one at the stage I'm interning with!

I have a busy day ahead of me, but it will be the absolute best kind of busy. I think the more serious internship duties will be fun, too. :)