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sttormsofnight

Seth chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not giving up anything. It’s not like I’ve got a line of people waiting to date me.” He shrugged before frowning a bit and grabbing her hand in his own. “Hey. Don’t think like that. First off, why would anyone not want to marry you? You’re a remarkable woman and truly lovely. Any guy should be honored to actually be with you. Second, this won’t be for nothing. Everything’s going to be just fine.” He promised, though really he wasn’t sure of that.

Ana gave a little chuckle. “Im a hybrid that everyone thinks is a threat. Like I’m going to go insane and kill everyone. I bust my ass more than anyone else and I’m the best but not everyone is okay with that.” She took a slow breath and closed her eyes for a moment, letting her glamour fall so the silver eye was visible for opening them; two toned eyes watching Seth for a moment. “There’s a reason the Clave wanted someone as good as me to be the one to marry me. It doesn’t mean I’m not sorry, though.” She shrugged a little. “I hope you’re right.” her voie was quiet as she looked at the ring on her finger, wondering what would happen next for them. 

jaywasablindpirate:

the-queen-of-angsts:

xhangryx:

powerliftingpinay:

iwillfightu:

drained of blood, the heart is white

woah

No, that is NOT what this is. You’ve taken an amazing medical invention, a total game changer, and made up some stupid, faux-deep sentence fragment for it that is a complete falsehood. You should be embarrassed and ashamed, honestly.

This is a ghost heart. What they’ve done is taken a pig heart and stripped it down to, basically, a cell framework that they can use to BUILD A NEW HEART UPON. You could inject stem cells into this framework so that a newly formed personalized heart can be transplanted into a donor with a significantly reduced chance of rejection. FUCKING AMAZING. It’s not been done with human tissue yet, but the promise this given to people who need hearts – or kidneys or livers or whatever – is beautiful. Science is beautiful.

And it’s IMPERATIVE to mention that a woman, Doris Taylor, at the Texas Heart Institute developed this. And she started with a rat heart and worked up to he bigger, more complex (and more human) pig heart. What a total bad ass.

So look, quit making shit up, learn to do a reverse image search on stuff you find on the internet, and STOP ERASING WOMEN IN SCIENCE.

Reblogging for:

  • The corrected information
  • WOMEN IN SCIENCE
  • The fact that rejection rate would be LESS which is VITAL

this is really interesting

Backup | theempathywithin

theempathywithin

The evening had encompassed the day, forcing everyone to take shelter for the time being. Juniper, although struggling to keep her eyes open, was worried about Thor. He had expended so much of himself today, and Juniper was concerned that he was drained. Silently, she following him to the rooftop where he sat down peering over the vastness around him. He looked exhausted to say the least, something Juniper has never seen in Thor before. He continued to speak in hushed tones, and she wondered if she really should be encroaching in on this seemingly intimate moment.

His words were soft yet still seemed strong for Thor. It wasn’t like him to have a moment of silence, but in this instance it merited it. Juniper took this as her opportunity to interrupt. “Thor, your highness.”

She paused, waiting for him to turn around. “I don’t mean to intrude, I just wanted to check up on you. Are you alright?”

Thor looked up as the girl spoke, giving a little smile. “Little magician,” he mused, moving to pat the ground beside him as he sat overlooking the area. “We have all lost a lot this day. My brother was among the first to fall in Thanos’ rampage of the realm.” He looked back up at the sky, eyes tired as he watched the stars. “I was praying for their rest, for the strength to continue when our next battle is to be fought.”

karlmordo:

Transition from Bucky to the Winter Soldier:

01. longing: first word. trigger of the process. he screams, not from pain, but horror because he is still aware of what’s happening to him and knows what comes next. 

02. rusted: sense of hopelessness kicks in. realization that he cannot escape the chains, knowing he will turn into a puppet, a monster. 

03. seventeen: 

tries to breathe, to stay focused, calm, to slow down the process, but knows it’s inevitable.

04. daybreak: first painful trigger. word that can be connected to the torture he is enduring or painful memory from the long lost past. tries with everything he has to hold onto his soul.

05. furnace:

the winter soldier is trying to come to the surface, we see last real struggle of bucky barnes to stay himself.

06. nine: takes five words to delete bucky barnes from existence, but the process is not over just yet. pain is gone, and so are memories, heart, soul of someone who was not so long ago kind and loyal. the winter soldier hasn’t shown his face yet, this is in between phase, where shell of a human being is full of rage. wrath is first emotion that leads to the winter soldier.

07. benign: slowly becomes blank piece of paper that is ready for the last words before turning into a weapon. doesn’t struggle any longer, hands are not trying to break free, he is where he belongs.

08. homecoming: body is giving its all not to become the other, more vindictive, vicious, dangerous person. there is no bucky, just one last piece of conscious human mind trying not to give into torture. first sighting of the winter soldier. ultimate trigger that pushes him to the surface.

09. one: next to last stage. no conscious mind left. shaking and trembling have stopped. breathing slows down. machine is born.

10. freight car: words attached to his death, symbolize death of a human being, friend, brother, loved one, and birth of the weapon. every emotion, memory, sense of being self aware is buried deep down and it will take a long time before any of those resurface again. breathes in new air. eyes become dead. the winter soldier is ready for orders.

Affection | bowstrung

bowstrung

“It’s not that big of a deal, Magnus. You get used to it in my line of work. That’s why I don’t wear my nicer things during missions.” And the jackets, well…that was truly unfortunate, but he wasn’t complaining. “I’ll still get a new one.” Alec’s hand drifted up to Magnus’s cheek as he kissed him back, mouth moving gently to suck on his lower lip as he often liked to do. He hummed against him and nudged his nose against the warlocks. “You better,” Alec teased with a soft smile. “You know, that’s a little worrying. There should be some limit to that.” He reached out a hand to tug Magnus down toward him. “However, the same goes for me with you. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you, hell and back, yada yada. All of that romantic stuff that people seem to eat up.” And if he was honest, he did to. “I do love you, you know. So much.”

“It’s a big deal to me, Alexander.” Magnus replied, but he was smiling as he set the torn jacket on a nearby chair. “Get a new one if you want, but I’ll still fix this one.” he countered, giving a low hum as Alec sucked on his lip. IT was a weakness Magnus had forgotten he even had until Alec had come into his life. He laughed quietly, reachign up a hand to rest it at the side of Alec’s neck. “Maybe worrying, but it’s true. I’ve waited centuries to find you, there’s not much I wouldn’t do to keep you coming home.” he answered, grinning at the words Alec chose. “You rather enjoy that romantic notion yourself, you know.” he teased, letting Alec pull him in and settling into his boyfriend’s side with ease. Cuddling Alec was very high on Magnus’ list of favorite things to do, after all. “I love you, too, Alexander. Never doubt that.”

jgraydingler:

thehungryvortigaunt:

chaun-cey:

uncommonbish:

Fuck this hurts.

What’s even crazier is that the woman actually came out and said she lied on him.

Turn his murderers’ graves into a public restroom.

Or actually put his accuser on fucking trial already.

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This shit ain’t ancient history. Odds are the people who shot up the sign are probably her’s, J.W. Milam’s and/or Roy Bryant’s children. =P