#wormholes

[pratchettquotes]

"It's not wormholes again, is it?"

Stibbons gave up. Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like a red rag to a bu--was like putting something very annoying in front of someone who was very annoyed by it.

Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

#mustrum ridcully #ponder stibbons #lords and ladies #discworld #terry pratchett #wizards #academics #coworkers #wormholes #science #metaphors #imagination #unimaginative #very annoying #very annoyed #like a red rag to a bull

[heartnosekid]

🎛️ time travel & technology 🕰️

for anon!

🕰️-🎛️-🕰️ / 🎛️-🕰️-🎛️ / 🕰️-🎛️-🕰️

#stim #stimboard #time travel #technology #sfw #blue #purple #red #beige #gray #grey #black #unreality #science fiction #flashing gif #flashing #animation #space #wormholes #wires #sci fi #hourglasses #stars #lights #glow #time traveling #aesthetic #hands free #requests

[snowzing1]

"Hang on tight, kid."

You know that feeling you get when air is rushing at your eyes making them teary? I hate that.

In Outerdance, Sans uses wormholes for transportation. He'd probably take Frisk through one to watch her get scared and disoriented. She might even vomit

#undertale #frans #frisk #outerdance #sans x frisk #undertale au #sans #frisk x sans #wormholes #falling

[saltygilmores]

A List Of My Favorite Gilmore Girls AU's, Conspiracy Theories and Ridiculous Headcanons

There are definitely more... as I think of them I'll keep adding to it. But these are the biggies and some of my favorites. 13. Jess eventually gains custody of Doula and she avoids ending up in the cult, and she changes her name to something way less stupid too. 12 Jess and Lane have a fling as an act of rebellion to piss off Mrs. Kim (but I really can't see any long term compatability here) and because pissing off one Stars Hollow mom just wasn’t enough for Jess 11. There is an alternate universe where Jess ends up enrolled at Chilton because his mother conned some rich fucker into marrying her and he used his money and influence to bribe Headmaster Charleston into letting him in. I feel like Luke is sitting on a lot of money but he would never have enough to pull to make it happen. 10. Rory was actually a hero for sleeping with Dean and breaking up Dean's marriage so Lindsey could escape 9 Luke, Jess, and/ or Rory finally snap one day after they can't take any more bullshit and go on a rampage around Stars Hollow slaughtering the many people who have wronged them, I call it the Blood In The Hollow triology. 8. Taylor Doose is pocketing all the money made from the festivals in Stars Hollow and he has no intention of fixing The Bridge or putting that money towards other charitable causes 7.In season 4 when Jess is living in New York and Luke insinuates Jess is a drug dealer he's right #HeyTawd 6. Luke serves cheap ordinary supermarket coffee (oh wait, that one is actually TRUE, Mr. Folgers can. I've seen you). 5. There's a vortex/black hole in California sucking in the unsuspecting men of Stars Hollow (Dave Rygalski. Jess. Max. Even Christopher, apparently ) called the Male Gilmore Girls Character California Wormhole, it swallowed Dave Rygalksi permanently because It loved him so much, but it spit everyone else back out eventually 4. Jess erased Shane after the Dance Marathon and threw her body in the lake and the swan that beaked him was a reincarnation of Shane out for revenge 3. Jess' novels become unexpected worldwide best sellers, turned into movies, turned him into a household name, earned him legions of fans and book groupies, making him a millionaire, causing our reluctant and modest blorbo to face the pressures of fame, press, wealth and attention 2. During the Truncheon years and beyond Jess Mariano blossoms sexually and becomes a raging manwhore the likes of which Philadelphia has never seen, sometimes I make him a college student (sometimes I don't), he has a Myspace page that the girlies flock to and a very busy flip phone and two roommates who never get any sleep 1. Lorelai and Dean are having a torrid love affair, and I call it The Dala (The Dean and Lorelai Affair) I will die on this hill, this is my Death Hill

#gilmore girls #ridiculousness #jess mariano #rory gilmore #lane kim #the DALA #Dean and Lorelai Affair #Jess the Slutbag #Shane #Wormholes #Vortex #Luke Danes #hey tawd #Tawd #my abundant imagination

[marlynnofmany]

Where Wormholes Come From

As much as I was enjoying my Engine Rings™ cheesy snacks — and that was a great deal, since I’d just discovered them on a human-run space station — it wasn’t so much of a distraction that I didn’t notice worried voices as I walked past the cockpit.

I paused in the doorway to see Wio in her chair, tentacles adjusting the controls with nervous speed while Kavlae stood and pointed at one of the displays. I had no idea what that screen showed. But the two pilots sure seemed to, and it didn’t look good.

“Are you sure it’s organic?” Wio was asking.

“It has to be!” Kavlae said, head frills flaring. “I’ve never seen this kind of reading on anything else. Not even new technology.”

Wio muttered something unintelligible, tapping buttons and turning dials. She didn’t react when I folded my bag of crunchy snacks and shoved it in a pocket.

I leaned into the room. “Is something wrong?”

Kavlae looked up at that, the picture of blue-skinned concern. “Possibly,” she admitted. “Dangerous, at any rate. I was making a final sweep for the end of my shift, and I think I’ve found a fresh wormhole.”

I waited for more information, but didn’t get any. “Why is that bad?”

“Because it clearly wasn’t made with any technology I’ve seen,” Kavlae said with a melodramatic sweep of a hand. “There are organic traces and rough edges. This is fresh.”

Before I could repeat my question, Wio chimed in. “And a fresh wormhole might mean the worm is still around, among other things.”

“Uh,” I said. Apparently my Earth-bound education about space travel had missed a key point. “I did not know wormholes are made by actual worms. I thought people built them? Or they just happen?”

“People do build them,” Wio said. She finished messing with the controls and twisted her tentacles around each other. “And the way they ‘just happen’ is because of the space worms. Which we don’t want to get anywhere near.”

Kavlae waved me forward. “You’ve got good color vision, right? See if anything long and wiggly shows up on these scans. It’ll be subtle; they’re probably in deep.”

I stepped up to the row of small screens under the main one, full of questions. “Deep in what, hyperspace? Why do we want to avoid them? Are they predatory? Or territorial, or easily startled?” The main screen just showed the usual stars, but the little ones were a riot of charts and diagrams. Kavlae pointed at the one that was an incomprehensible swirl of yellow and green.

“Yes, hyperspace,” Wio said.

“They’re not predatory,” Kavlae said with certainty.

“Well, how do we know?” Wio countered.

“There have been studies!” Kavlae said. “They eat the fabric of space-time itself, not spaceships.”

“What about the chewy center of those spaceships?” Wio retorted.

“There have been studies,” Kavlae insisted.

Part of the green image did look a little wormy. I wondered whether I should interrupt, not sure if I was imagining it, then I remembered Eggskin the medic’s offhand comment on how good human eyesight was in picking out shades of green — just like edible vs non-edible plants back home. Maybe the two pilots really couldn’t see something that I could.

“Is that—” I started.

“Anyways, it’s not the space worms you need to worry about,” Wio spoke over me. “It’s the space moles that follow.”

The universe has perfect timing, because that was the moment a clear green line appeared on the chart, straight as an arrow and moving fast.

Kavlae squeaked, pointing at the screen.

Wio made a popping noise that I recognized as a swear word, and pressed several buttons at once.

A snakelike shape the color of starlight erupted into sight on the main screen, glowing as it curled back down a brand new wormhole, right in front of our ship. Which stopped in its tracks, all three of us yelling in surprise.

But that was nothing compared to the enormous black shape that clawed its way out of the starfield in hot pursuit. It was a different shade of black from the void of space, but I couldn’t say which. All I made out in that adrenaline-filled moment was claws, teeth, and terrifyingly large.

We screamed in three different octaves as the ripples in space hit the ship, rocking it even with the artificial gravity. I heard something crash down the hall. Other people were yelling. They didn’t matter.

The space mole really was going after the worm, not us — it plowed back down into the surface of reality, digging in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. And it was so, so fast.

The mole disappeared with one last kick of a barely-seen foot or tail or something else. The starfield rippled and shook like the surface of a pond. I realized I was clutching the back of Wio’s chair. Alarms were going off on the console.

After a moment in which nothing else jumped out at us, I managed to convince my fingers to let go. Kavlae collapsed into her own chair. The little screen was calm yellow. Without a word, Wio changed our course to somewhere presumably safer.

Running footsteps sounded in the hall, leading to a traffic jam of concern in the doorway: all tentacles and frills and very wide eyes. A calm but stern voice cut through the chatter. The crowd parted to let Captain Sunlight through, every inch the levelheaded and unflappable role model who wasn’t about to let some turbulence and screaming rattle her. She was wiping what looked like orange soup off one yellow-scaled hand. But she did it with dignity.

“What happened?” she asked.

I answered first. “Space worm and a space mole.”

“Really,” the captain said while the hallway exploded into conversation.

“They almost hit us!” Kavlae exclaimed, waving arms and frills from where she sat slumped in her chair.

“Any damage?” Captain Sunlight asked.

“Nope,” Wio said, with surprising cheer. “And I have better news.” She manipulated the controls some more, then sat back as a framed image appeared in the middle of the main screen. “I got a recording.”

Everyone exclaimed about that while the captured footage played. I was torn between watching it again because it was amazing, and watching the little yellow screen for more hints of green. I tried to do both.

“Well done,” Captain Sunlight said. “I know just the scientists to give first shot at that recording. And knowing them, this may end up in a very lucrative bidding war. You just make sure you get us to our destination safely!”

“Absolutely, Captain!” Wio said with a twirl of a tentacle. “I will keep a close eye on all the readouts.”

“I’ll help,” I volunteered, eyeing a suspicious green tinge that was probably nothing.

“I will take a nap,” Kavlae declared. “Then come back early.”

Wio waved her toward the crowded doorway. “Take your time! You need some rest after that. Don’t worry; we’ll scream if there’s anything important.”

“I’ll remind you that we do have an intercom,” said the captain drily.

I replied, “Screaming’s faster.”

Wio said at the same time, “We’ll scream over the intercom if there’s anything important.”

Captain Sunlight huffed in amusement. “Of course you will. Right! Everyone else, go check the ship for damaged items. Mur, help Mimi in the engine room. Paint, go with Eggskin; medbay first, then kitchen.” She rattled off more assignments to make sure all the important rooms were looked into. Then she ushered everyone on their way, and headed back to whatever she’d been doing. Probably cleaning up spilled soup.

With a glance at Wio, I took Kavlae’s chair, hands folded carefully in my lap. The snacks in my pocket crinkled. I left them there — I wasn’t about to make a mess in the cockpit, nor would I touch a single thing.

But that yellow-and-green swirl, oh I would be watching that very carefully.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

#I did something similar in another story #but that one's going in a print anthology not here #so if you see something familiar in a few months #in a book I contributed to #no you didn't #it's entirely fresh and original and I don't repeat myself #even when it's a really cool idea #ANYWAY #my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #sci-fi #wormholes #space worms #space moles

[moony4pads]

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@staff

#tumblr #memes #you cant get this on the bird app #tumblr staff #staff #meme #bad jokes #bad memes #the umbrealla academy #five hargreeves #wormholes #time travel #dank memes #tua #umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #luther hargreeves #alison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #tua season 3 #tua season two #tua season three #grandfather paradox #the grandfather paradox #tua spoilers #the hargreeves family #hargreeves siblings #sparow academy

[themellanoidslimeworm]

Trying to wrap my head around the prodigy time travel with what we have so far. Please tell me if there's anything wrong or missing. Can't wait for season 2!

#star trek prodigy #star trek #time travel #uss protostar #solum #wormholes #timeline #am i obsessed? #maybe #will i stop? #never

[greenfiend]

Gates/Wormholes

This post is just about what exactly wormholes are and how they work (cuz they’re fascinating).

So what are wormholes exactly? They are essentially a short cut from one end of space-time to another.

The gates in Stranger Things are essentially the same thing… a short cut from Earth to wherever the Upside-down is (another part of our universe? Another dimension? In another universe all together? Idk!)

More specifically, the gates would be known as a “traversable wormhole”, as they remain stable long enough for travel to occur (and would not have a singularity like black holes do).

Is this possible? Theoretically, yes! But they would require “exotic matter” to exist and remain stable. Exotic matter is matter with negative energy… this is something that can exist!

However, the odds of wormholes occurring naturally? Next to none. If they can exist, they will most likely have to be created.

Here’s what a traversable wormhole would look like from the ends:

Which reminds me of a painting Mike had in his room.

#stranger things #byler #< target audience #wormholes #mr clarke #Yes I’m posting at 2am on a graveyard shift

[thischickwritessometimes]

hardworking hands covered in grease

Summary: Mark never wore gloves while he worked. It was always his bare hands, free of any covering, that did the job. This led to you frequently being able to hear loud swears or choruses of “ow” that echoed through the halls of the Invincible II as he was shocked by wires or other electrical devices. Sometimes there would be a loud crash as he would pick up a too-hot piece of metal without thinking about it. Because of this, his hands were tough, the skin thick from the many burns that he acquired each day. They also were covered in scars. Long ones, short ones, thick ones, thin ones.

Scars weren’t the only things on Mark’s hands though. He was almost constantly covered in grease or oil. Streaks of the dark substances were permanently stuck on his hands, transferring to things he touched but never quite coming off unless he really scrubbed at them.

In which your Head Engineer is constantly dirty, and you can't help but notice.

This was inspired by @sardonic-the-writer and their post about Engineer Mark, which you can find here! Hope you all enjoy!

Read it on ao3!!

The first thing you noticed about Mark was that he was a very hands-on kind of guy. If there was an issue with the ship he would be there to fix it himself, elbow deep in machinery and oil. His pockets were always holding some small wrench or screwdriver to tighten up any bolts and screws that looked loose, and you were pretty sure there was a toolbox in just about every room on the ship. One time you had been in a meeting and he stopped in the middle of his sentence to fix a bolt that wasn’t quite screwed in right.

Mark also never wore gloves while he worked. It was always his bare hands, free of any covering, that did the job. This led to you frequently being able to hear loud swears or choruses of “ow” that echoed through the halls of the Invincible II as he was shocked by wires or other electrical devices. Sometimes there would be a loud crash as he would pick up a too-hot piece of metal without thinking about it. Because of this, his hands were tough, the skin thick from the many burns that he acquired each day. They also were covered in scars. Long ones, short ones, thick ones, thin ones.

Scars weren’t the only things on Mark’s hands though. He was almost constantly covered in grease or oil. Streaks of the dark substances were permanently stuck on his hands, transferring to things he touched but never quite coming off unless he really scrubbed at them.

You didn’t notice this until the first night of your journey onto the Invincible II. It’d been busy as you met your department heads, toured the ship, and were introduced to some of the colonists. You had no time to pay attention to anyone’s hands unless they were passing you something. So when you finally started heading to your bunk, you passed Mark, who was also heading to his room. You wouldn’t head into cryo sleep until you needed to use the warp core, and that wouldn’t be for at least a few weeks.

“Captain,” he said, pausing in his walk. “Just wanted to say once more that we’re really excited you’re here.” He paused, a little sheepish. “I’m really excited that you’re here.” He extended his free hand, the other holding a toolbox that seemed fairly heavy. You shook his hand with a nod and a smile before you both parted ways.

When you got back to your bed, you sat down to take off your work clothes and get into some sleep ones. You carefully pulled off your thick gloves and went to set them down on the bed before you realized that your hand was covered in grease.

You frowned, then examined your glove and realized that the one you’d used to shake Mark’s hand had grease on it. That explained the transfer. You must have caught the head engineer right after he fixed something up, and he hadn’t realized the mess on his hands. You shook your head fondly before going to clean off your gloves, realizing that it explained the smudges on his nose as well.

As time went on, you noticed more and more that Mark was constantly smudged with all kinds of grime. It was entertaining to see it on him compared to the spotless Celci. Even Gunther was usually cleaner than he was. It was a stark contrast to the first day that Mark had greeted you, where he had looked so put together, even wearing little fingerless gloves that you thought were to let him use his wrist tablet. You realized now it must have been to hide the worst of the grease without hindering him.

Later, you realized that he must have made a purposeful effort to clean up for you. He wanted your first impression of him to be a put-together individual, and the thought of the care he must have taken to keep from smudging something onto his face made your own face warm. You really didn’t understand why that was something that made you blush, but it did.

Life on the Invincible II went on, you worrying about the everyday tasks that needed to be done before the warp core could be used. Mark’s smudges became a fact of life. Gunther loved guns, Burt was a lot wordier than one would expect, and Mark always had a grease stain somewhere. Oxygen is to life as grease is to Mark. It ceased to surprise you, and instead became an endearing trait about the man.

It wasn’t until one day when the two of you were in a meeting that it really came to the forefront of your mind again. You’d taken your gloves off while demonstrating a few things with the computer, and had tucked them into your belt. Your hands were free, and after your presentation was done, you went to stand by Mark. Gunther was talking, gesturing furiously and miming explosions. You knew you should pay attention, but Mark leaned over to you, whispering quietly.

“Great presentation, Captain. You’re a natural-born speaker, I swear!”

You (who most assuredly was not much of a speaker at all) just paused, unsure of how to respond. So instead of words, you just reached up and ruffled his hair for a few seconds. When you stopped, he looked at you like his brain had to reboot. You could practically see the error signs in his eyes as he attempted to figure out what had just happened.

Instead of getting embarrassed about your impulsive reaction, you looked at your hands. They had smudges of grease on them, left, no doubt, from Mark’s hair.

He ran his hands through it a lot, you had noticed. It was barely long enough to get into his eyes, so he was constantly pushing it back or combing it away. It was sort of a tic, and he’d do it when he was thinking hard about something. Most of the time, he did it unconsciously, hands moving of their own volition. You’d seen him do it more times than you could count, but it hadn’t ever occurred to you that it would transfer the grease on his hands to his hair.

Mark seemed to have rebooted, and his face was bright red. He was starting to stammer out some words, but you just gave him a small smile before turning back to Gunther’s presentation. Your fingers wouldn’t stop idly rubbing together, however, so at the end, your hands were darker than they had been at the beginning of the presentation.

Mark noticed as you were walking out, catching your hand in his and stopping you, examining the marks spread across your fingers and palm. His hands were rough, but oh so gentle as he turned your hand to inspect it.

“Is this..from me?” He said, brows furrowing as he looked at your hand carefully. “Or—”

“Of course it’s from you, idiot,” Celci said as she walked by, interrupting Mark. “You’re always so messy.” She walked on, leaving you and Mark standing there, him still carefully holding your hand. His face was going red again, clearly embarrassed.

“It’s alright, Mark,” you said quietly. “I don’t mind.”

Someone called for you, and you carefully extracted your hand from his, then hesitated. Instead of just leaving, you ruffled his hair again and spread your fingers in his direction.

“I don’t mind at all,” you said, then walked away to tend to the other matters of the ship.

Despite your reassurances, for the next couple of days, Mark made an extra effort to wipe his hands off before touching his hair. He didn’t always succeed, and you enjoyed watching him abort his hair-pushing gestures to wipe his hands off first.

An unfortunate side effect of this was that since the grease helped his hair to stay somewhat slicked back it was a lot more likely to flop into his face. He’d unintentionally made his goal a lot harder to achieve. Eventually he lapsed back into his normal habits, the inconvenience of waiting to push his hair from his eyes too great to overcome.

You were secretly happy about it. Although you had enjoyed the extra floof that Mark’s hair had gotten, the classic look was far better.

On another occasion, you were carrying his toolbox as you both headed to the reactor room. He asked you for help, as he had to heft a large part and couldn’t quite hold both things at once. You knew, of course, that you weren’t necessary for this job, but you didn’t really mind. There was nothing else that immediately needed your attention and this was an opportunity to spend some time with your Head Engineer. As you walked, Mark was chattering your ear off, telling you about everything that had happened in the Engineering and Mechanics Department recently. Apparently one of the mechanics, a kid named Ethan, had an allergic reaction to a dessert that another crewmate had cooked. Now half the department was making it into some sort of murder attempt.

“They’ve all been so strict, trying to hunt down the person who made the food. It’s kind of intense, everyone who enters the department dorms needs to give an alibi. I’ve had like three different people ask me recently, for some reason?”

You came to the door of the reactor room and followed Mark in, carefully passing Mark his tools once his hands were empty. He took them easily. “I’ll have to tell you the rest sometime later, Captain! Thanks for carrying these for me.”

You shrugged a little. It wasn’t particularly a difficult thing for you to do, and you enjoyed listening to Mark. He gave you a big smile, and you were about to turn away from him when you spotted something on his face.

“Wait a second,” you said, “You’ve got something right there.” You pointed towards your face, then watched as Mark utterly failed at getting anywhere near the right place. You huffed out a breath, then reached your hand forward and started rubbing it off for him. You concentrated on trying to get most of it off, and once you had you leaned back triumphantly.

“There you go,” you said, then you actually looked at Mark. A blush was creeping up his cheeks, and he just looked at you for a second. The two of you were frozen in a sense of limbo, your hand still on his cheek, him leaning into your touch.

“Captain—” he started, but before he could continue there was a shout from behind him. An engineer had rushed in and tripped over the part that Mark had set down earlier. Unfortunately, the shout shattered any semblance of a moment that the two of you were having. It also started a chain of events that led to Mark startling, him dropping the toolbox he was holding, It colliding hard onto his feet, and him howling in pain and jumping around, holding one of his feet as he hollered. All his racket sent other people rushing into the room to see what had happened, which led to more panic.

After a solid half-hour of calamity management, the reactor room was mostly calmed down. There were a few people that you would be escorting to the medbay for some minor scrapes and a few twisted ankles, however. As you took inventory of the people that you would be guiding through the halls, you caught Mark’s eye. His feet had ended up being fine (he had reinforced boots, after all), so he wouldn’t be joining you.

As you made eye contact there was a silent understanding between the two of you that something had happened in that quiet moment, and you were determined to talk to him about it.

Life seemed determined to not let you, however. From that day on, everything kicked into high gear in anticipation of going through the wormhole and making the big step toward the new planet and setting up a colony. There was no time for you to stop and have a conversation with your Head Engineer unless it was about the ship or the upcoming journey. That meant you couldn’t learn more about the “Great Peanut Butter Caper”, as you’d been informed that the murder mystery was being called. You also couldn’t sit down and figure out what Mark had wanted to say to you in that room. You couldn’t make time to watch him work and accumulate the same grease smears as the one you’d wiped off for him. Instead, you had to make do with looks and nonverbal promises.

And then the day came. You were going to cut open a hole through space and time and make it to the planet that you would then colonize.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. But your crew was in front of you, Mark was by your side, and you were sure that together, you could handle whatever came next.

You were so incredibly, heart-wrenchingly wrong. The second the wormhole opened and the security update popped up, everything went wrong. And then it went wrong again, and again, and again. You died more times than you could count, no matter what you did. You met new people, you met old friends, you saw people you felt like you should recognize but instead you didn’t. You watched them all live and die millions of times.

In all the chaos, there was only one peaceful moment. Mark, your Head Engineer, the man you’d gone through almost everything with— he asked if you would jump in with him. So you did, again and again and again. Countless times you jumped in, holding your breath like you were cannonballing into a pool while clutching Mark’s hand as if it were a lifeline. But one time, you landed in a quiet world. The planet looked like the one you could have been headed towards to inhabit. Or maybe it was the one you left behind, in a state long before you or anyone else had ever existed.

It was quiet, and you sat on a hill, the long grass tickling your ankles as the wind made it lightly sway. Your shoes and gloves were sitting off to the side, you discarding them as soon as you knew the area was safe. Mark was beside you, his eyes tracing the blue sky. You grabbed a long blade of grass and started idly tying it into knots as you enjoyed the last bits of sunshine. The sun was starting to go down, but it was still warm enough that you didn’t feel cold at all.

“Do you think…” Mark started, breaking the silence that had developed between the two of you, “That we could just…stay here? Live out the rest of our natural lives here, alone? I know we’d eventually die and be sent back to the beginning, but I think I wouldn’t mind staying here.”

You took a deep breath, enjoying the calm. “I would enjoy that. Just a break, a chance to forget for a little.”

“Yeah, exactly that. We could build a house, start a farm! I don’t really know much about farming, but I think that I’ve done enough farming simulations in preparation for the colony that I could figure it out. And you’re probably great at animals, so you can do that part. It’ll be perfect!”

“Alright,” you said, and then you carefully put your hand on top of where his sat, propping him up. “I think that would be lovely.”

He turned to really look at you for the first time in a while, and he gave you a soft but tired grin. You returned it as his thumb reached up to trace circles on the back of your bare hand. Carefully, you slid a little closer to him, your opposite hand reaching up to cradle his face. The sun had started going down, the sky a burst of rainbow colors.

“Even here, you’ve still got grease all over you,” you said with a laugh as your thumb traced the smears, spreading it a little more than before.

“You’re just making me more of a mess, aren’t you?” He accused you, but there was no malice in his gaze.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, a swirling mass of blue appeared. The two of you jumped up, hands still clasped together.

“No,” Mark said as it approached, and he scrambled backward, pulling you with him. “No, no, no, please, not this time. We—we were going to be happy!”

The wormhole didn’t care, and no matter how much the two of you ran it still caught up; tossing you back into the never-ending hell of loops. Once again, you couldn’t just talk to Mark. There was no time for that, despite the fact that you should have the most time in your life. Everything felt so hopeless, but at least you knew you could depend on Mark—no matter what the older version of him had done.

It wasn’t until he knocked you over the head with a fire extinguisher that you realized that maybe Mark didn’t feel the same way about you. He was ranting about how you had broken everything, how you and the stupid warp crystal had done this and how he was going to fix it. How he was going to fix your mistakes.

And then, before you could stop him, Mark started up the warp core again. Its echoey, robotic voice spoke about paradoxes, how they needed to be resolved. It was the same voice that had sounded when the warp crystal had embedded itself in your palm in the first place. You knew what would happen if it just lept again, traveled through the wormhole. Another set of infinite worlds, another never-ending loop. You were sick of loops.

So you jumped for the crystal, determined to get your hands on it and stop this. But Mark saw you.

“Captain. Captain, no! You’ll destroy everything! Again!” He cried, grabbing you by the waist. Struggling, you squirmed out of his way enough to throw some sand that his older self had left into his eyes. He cursed as he tried to see, and you reached once more to rip out the warp crystal. Instead, everything shuddered forwards, a tear in the universe opened, and Mark shouted, his voice full of panic.

“Captain!” He called, and you saw him start floating towards the open wormhole. You grabbed onto his hand with all your strength, and he clung to it, both hands holding onto you as you braced against the pull of the wormhole. He was pleading with you to not let him go, and you wondered what universes he’d been through. Which version of you had made him think that you would let him go into that wormhole by himself, that you would abandon him.

“Wait,” Mark said, as the wind was rushing and your arms were shaking with the force of holding him away from the wormhole. “Let me go.”

“Are you crazy?” you cried out, feeling one of his hands release you. Your grip tightened around his. “I’m not going to do that!”

“Captain, please. I can fix this,” he pleaded with you. “Look, I don’t know what you did, and maybe you didn’t mean to, but I have to stop you. I have to!”

“I haven’t done anything, you moron!” you yelled, still holding onto him. Still holding on to the man who had been through everything with you, the man who you would have spent a lifetime with. The man who you had spent infinite lifetimes with. “Going in there is an exercise of futility! It never works!”

“Please!” He begged, eyes pleading with you. “This is it! This is the end of everything. Everyone that ever existed is gonna get wiped out unless you let. Me. Go!” You shook your head stubbornly, looking away from him and his stupid grease-streaked face.

“Captain! Please. I have to keep trying. I have to!”

You didn’t deign him with a response, reaching for the warp crystal with all your might. You ignored Mark’s shouts telling you to stop, instead grabbing the cursed thing and flinging it into the wormhole with all the strength you could muster. For a brief second, nothing happened. You feared the worst, but then— the wormhole snapped shut, and Mark fell to his feet, your hand slipping out of his grasp.

And there was silence.

You sat there for a moment, breathing, trying to reconcile what had happened. Your hand that once held the warp crystal ached. All seemed calm until Mark spoke again, his voice seething with rage, so much rage.

“What have you done?” He whispered, voice like steel. “You destroyed us. You destroyed everything. This was our last chance to fix things, and it’s gone!” He was shouting by the end, fists clenched.

“You told me,” you spat back at him. “You told me not to let you go back.”

He ignored you, turning away to gesture angrily at the warp core. “I spent an eternity in hell rebuilding this stupid machine, and you threw it all away! I don’t know if you’re evil or just stupid, but if I’m not back there to fix it…”

His voice trailed off, giving you pause. Your mind raced, putting together the pieces. If Mark wasn’t there to fix it, then…

“If I’m not back then… the warp core is not back?” He leaned against one of the safety rails around the warp core. “I thought I rebuilt it because you destroyed it. Unless…I built the warp core?”

The pieces clicked, all at once, and you stepped towards him. “Mark,” you whispered, but he wasn’t listening.

“I sent it back? I built it. I built it. It was my fault.” He slowly slid down the pole, like his legs had given out and they could no longer support him. You swore under your breath as he went down, and quickly pulled off your gloves. With your hands exposed to the cold ship air, you cradled his cheek. He leaned into it, just a little.

Your thumb gently traced the streaks of oil and grease that lined his face, the signs of eons of work. The evidence of a desperate man, who had given his all to try and save the people he cared about. The proof of a man now broken.

“It’s okay, Mark,” you said. “You didn’t know, how could you have known?” He didn’t respond, just closed his eyes. You gave him a sad sort of smile. “Even during the apocalypse, you’ve still got grease on your face,” you whispered softly, thumb tracing over the lines once more before bringing your forehead to his. You stayed like that for a moment before he spoke again, pulling away from you, just a little.

“I’m—Captain, I’m tired. I don’t know when the last time I slept was. I don’t know if I’ve slept at all.” He paused, then looked at you. “Have you?”

You shook your head, and he leaned back, his head gently colliding with the bar behind him before looking back at you.

“I’m really sorry, Captain. I thought the only way to stop this was to… stop you, stop all of this from happening in the first place. But it was me. It was me. All those mistakes, all those lifetimes, all the people. I guess I lost hope.” He paused, took a breath, and then looked back into your eyes. His hand searched for yours, and he carefully laced his fingers into yours.

“But you didn’t.” He said. “You never did.”

“I could never lose hope in you,” you whispered, and he squeezed your hand a little tighter before the bright lights and the rush of heat hit you.

Then you were back in your cryopod. There were no alarms blaring, no forceful ejections. You were almost afraid to walk out, unsure of what you would find. Who knew what universe the warp crystal had decided that you belonged in?

The door slid open, and there he was. Mark, holding out a mug for you to take. “Good morning, Captain!” He said cheerfully, and you were hit by a sense of Deja Vu so strong that you felt a little dizzy.

“Mark?” You said, your voice hoarse. His cheerful countenance softened a little, and he gave you a softer smile.

“The one and only, Cap. Take your time getting all settled, it can be rough recovering from cryosleep. But while you enjoy your drink, let me just tell you that everything is going wonderfully. Zero complications in the cryosleep, except for maybe the fact that the Warp Core disappeared. No biggie though, we made it safe and sound, after all.” He herded you to the window, where you were interrupted by a few of your crew leads updating you on the status of various things onboard. Everything was running smoothly, thank goodness.

Finally, things seemed…right?

Once everyone had spoken to you and the room was empty, Mark gestured out of the window towards the planet below. Towards your new home. “She’s a beaut, isn’t she? We’re gonna explore the planet first to check things out, but then the first colonist group should be good to head down and start building.”

“Will you help them start a farm?” You asked quietly, turning to look at him. He paused, a small smile creeping across his face.

“Well, I have done a lot of farming simulations,” he laughed, before sobering. “Captain, can I just say thank you?”

“For what?” You asked, feeling like Mark, of all people, had no need to thank you.

“For getting us here. And for, uh, not giving up on me. Thanks.”

He took a deep sip of his coffee, but once he was done, you reached your hand out to him and tangled your fingers together. He looked surprised, then delighted. Gently, he pulled you closer to him, releasing your hand and putting his arm over your shoulders. You cuddled in close, then let out a relieved sigh of happiness and contentment. Mark looked at you, then leaned in and kissed your cheek. His whiskers scratched your face a little, but mostly you enjoyed it.

In the future, there would be real kisses. The two of you would finally start that farm, build that house. In the future, you would raise exclusively chickens—or, well, what passed for chickens on this planet. In the future,  you would scold Mark for never protecting his hands. In the future, you’d carefully wipe off his grease marks and ask if he purposefully collected them just so you’d clean him up. (He totally did.) And in the future, you’d find that you always had smudges on your own face, no matter how much you fought it.

But that was in the future. After all, that forehead kiss was a promise for later. A promise for future talks and apologies, a promise to figure things out. And most of all, a promise to never give up hope.

And really, wasn’t that all you could ask for?

(When you saw Celci next, she asked if you’d been helping Mark with one of his projects because your forehead had grease on it. When you flushed with embarrassment as you realized what it was from, she got overly concerned and was willing to fight Mark over it. You ended up calming her down. Mark got a good laugh over the whole thing—after Celci stopped being mad on your behalf, that is.)

#markiplier #markiplier fic #markiplier egos #in space with markiplier #iswm #engineer mark #iswm engineer mark #head engineer mark #reader insert #reader #x reader #engineer mark x reader #engineer mark x captain #captain & crew friendship #celci f kelvina #burt iswm #gunther b gunnerson #wormholes #fluff #angst and fluff #hurt and comfort #hurt/comfort #lol what else can i tag this as so people will read it? #anyway this has been a labor of love and I hope people enjoy it! #so to everyone reading this and these tags: #stay safe and stay cool! #this chick writes

[kny111]

Are Some Black Holes Wormholes In Disguise? Gamma-Ray Blasts May Shed Clues

I’ve recently in my spare time been doing some reading and reviewing on supermassive black holes, relativistic jets and wormholes especially after noticing that the supermassive black hole in the movie ‘Interstellar’ didn’t have an astrophysical jet which is required for a black hole to be supermassive. This had me thinking, where else were there any inconsistencies with our main views of black holes and quasars? What are the differences between them and what makes them a quasar?

Are there some that connect with each other at different dimensionalities beyond that of our own cosmos like what occurs with hyper-black holes or are their physics perfectly accountable for within current cosmology’s explanations without hyperdimensionality explanations?

The difficulty in even figuring this out in acquiring any data and what that data looks like is it’s so difficult to spot a black hole let a alone a wormhole. In this article from Space, writers try to figure out if any such connection occurs by observing the outbursts from Active Galactic Nuclei (AGN) which are a type of supermassive black hole heavier than those at our own galactic center. These are helpful for this type of study because the temperatures the gamma ray bursts they release can be quantified and better understood. Here’s more from the article:

Unusual flashes of gamma rays could reveal that what appear to be giant black holes are actually huge wormholes, a new study finds.

Wormholes are tunnels in space-time that can theoretically allow travel anywhere in space and time, or even into another universe. Einstein's theory of general relativity suggests wormholes are possible, although whether they really exist is another matter.

In many ways, wormholes resemble black holes. Both kinds of objects are extremely dense and possess extraordinarily strong gravitational pulls for bodies their size. The main difference is that no object can theoretically come back out after crossing a black hole's event horizon — the threshold where the speed needed to escape the black hole's gravitational pull exceeds the speed of light — whereas any body entering a wormhole could theoretically reverse course.

Assuming wormholes might exist, researchers investigated ways that one might distinguish a wormhole from a black hole. They focused on supermassive black holes with masses millions to billions of times that of the sun, which are thought to dwell at the hearts of most, if not all, galaxies. For example, at the center of our Milky Way galaxy lies Sagittarius A*, a monster black hole that is about 4.5 million solar masses in size.

Anything entering one mouth of a wormhole would exit out its other mouth. The scientists reasoned that meant that matter entering one mouth of a wormhole could potentially slam into matter entering the other mouth of the wormhole at the same time, a kind of event that would never happen with a black hole.

Any matter falling into a mouth of a supermassive wormhole would likely travel at extraordinarily high speeds due to its powerful gravitational fields. The scientists modeled the consequences of matter flowing through both mouths of a wormhole to where these mouths meet, the wormhole's "throat." The result of such collisions are spheres of plasma expanding out both mouths of the wormhole at nearly the speed of light, the researchers said.

"What surprises me most of all is that no one has proposed this idea before, because it is rather simple," study lead author Mikhail Piotrovich, an astrophysicist at the Central Astronomical Observatory in Saint Petersburg, Russia, told Space.com.

The researchers compared the outbursts from such wormholes with those from a kind of supermassive black hole known as an active galactic nucleus (AGN), which can spew out more radiation than our entire galaxy does as they devour matter around them, and do so from a patch of space no larger than our solar system. AGNs are typically surrounded by rings of plasma known as accretion disks and can emit powerful jets of radiation from their poles.

Full Article: Are Some Black Holes Wormholes In Disguise? Gamma-Ray Blasts May Shed Clues

#science #news #space #astronomy #astrophysics #cosmology #universe #wormholes #black holes #gamma-ray bursts

[kramersoup]

nuclear fusion achieved. simulated wormhole achieved. this new season of science going crazy

#beefmeat #nuclear fusion #wormholes

[jbfly46]

Your pineal gland contains tiny microscopic wormholes.

#pineal gland #wormholes #energy #communication

[grrl-beetle]

Rayon Vert

#shape #color #Rayon Vert #Wormholes

[sunstrace]

being jealous of a friend / being in love with a friend. 

— kris & non.

1. david byrne, everyone’s in love with you  //  2. mary a. turzillo, when gretchen was human  //  3. muse, bliss  //  4. radiohead, creep  //  5. david levithan, every day  //  6. roar, i can’t handle change  //  7. taylor swift, you’re on your own, kid

#wormholes #web weaving #david byrne #mary turzillo #muse #radiohead #david levithan #roar #taylor swift #webweaving #jealousy #envy #love #NOBODY LOVED ME WHEN I WAS NOBODY #WELL I DID #sharktales #lmao

[j-august]

He had the sad bad centerless eyes I expected, wormholes in a withered apple with a dark rotten core.

Ross MacDonald, The Way Some People Die

#quote #quotation #Ross MacDonald #The Way Some People Die #eyes #wormholes #apple #core #rotten #heroin

[raffaellopalandri]

Book of the Day - Parallel Worlds

Today’s Book of the Day is Parallel Worlds: A Journey through Creation, Higher Dimensions, and the Future of the Cosmos, written by Michio Kaku in 2004 and published by Anchor. Michio Kaku is a popular American theoretical physicist, activist, futurologist, and writer. He teaches theoretical physics as a professor at the City College of New York and CUNY Graduate Center. For his efforts to share…

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#Book Of The Day #book recommendation #book review #bookstagram #booktok #cosmology #M-Theory #Michio Kaku #Parallel Universe #Physics #Raffaello Palandri #science #scientific divulgation #string theory #Universe #Wormholes