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orange1896 · 1 year ago

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ISGe5-400 cummins spare parts

3693953 Engine cylinder block assy 3697591 Cylinder Block 4309570 Cylinder liner assy. 3696801 Cylinder wather seal ring 3697683 Cylinder liner water seal ring（Lower ） 3697684 LINER,CYLINDE 3697846 Ring-shaped pin 3695825 Cylinder block accessories bracket 3695852 Flat head screw 3697757 Anti-cracking screw 3696683 STIFFENER,CYLINDER BLOCK 3903990 Screw 3696464 Idle gear,camshaft 3697662 Shaft,Idler 3695591 Seat ring,idler gear(3 hole) 3093940 bolt 3695590 Seat ring,idler gear(4 hole) 3697663 Shaft,Idler 3696463 Idle gear,crankshaft 4309573 主轴瓦套件 3698413 Main bearing shell (upper) 3698414 Main bearing shell (lower) 3697685 Crankshaft thrust bearing 3692430-1 Crankshaft assembly 3698241 CRANKSHAFT,ENGINE 3696122 Crankshaft gear 3171724 Hexagon Flange Bolt 3697865 Friction pad，crankshaft 3697999 FLYWHEEL ASM 3696160 Gear,Flywheel Ring 3696359 Friction pads 4309574 Piston ring assy. 3698001 Gas piston ring (first) 3698002 Gas piston ring (second) 3695511 Ring,Oil Piston 4352127-1 Kit,Engine Piston 3694525 Engine Piston 3695507 PIN-PSTN GDEN 3820782 Ring,Retaining 4352128-1 Kit,Engine Piston 3694526 Engine Piston 3696242 Connecting rod assembly 3695503 CONROD BOLT 3698411 Bearing of connecting rod,upper 3698412 Bearing of connecting rod,lower 3696971 Nozzle,Piston Cooling 3070393 SOLATOR HEXAGONHEAD WTHF 3900630 Screw 3695677 Rear Camshaft cap 3695678 Seal ring,camshaft cap 3093807 Screw 3697562 Gear,Fuel Pump 3900629 Screw 3697564 Support, Camshaft Thrust 3697688 Camshaft 3954111 Locating ring 3955069 Rotational speed indicator，camshaft 4895877 bolt 3696185 Front camshaft cap assy 3695901 Sealing ring,camshaft front cap 3696184 Front cap，camshaft 3900631 Screw 3693957 Engine cylinder head assy 3696143 Exhaust valve spring seat 3696142 Exhaust Valve Spring 3695789 Exhaust valve oil seal 3695898 Air Intake Valve Spring Seat 3695886 Intake Valve Spring 3696555 Intake valve oil seal 3696843 VALVE EXHAUST 3697413 VALVE INTAKE 3697215 Engine cylinder head sub-assy 3696118 Expansion plug 3697699 Expansion plug 3697424 VALVE-SEAT INSERT INTAKE 3696922 VALVE-SEAT INSERT EXHAUST 3696967 Expansion plug 3945093 Expansion plug 3695535 Cylinder head bolt(short) 3695730 Cylinder head bolt(long) 3698018 Gasket,Cylinder Head 3093807 Screw 5315325 Heater,Intake Air 3900627 hexagon headed bolt 5313844 Retainer,Cover 4940117 hexagon headed bolt 3906216 Hexagon nut 3696613 CONNECTION,ELECTRICAL 3695524 Intake Pipe Gasket 3696223 Manifold,Air Intake 3900631 hexagon headed bolt 4298975 Hexagon flange nut 4298242 STUD,DOUBLE END PLAIN 4048764 PLAIN HOSE 4352130-4 涡轮增压器套件 3697681 Exhaust turbocharger gasket 5264569 GASKET,OIL DRAIN 5358740 TURBOCHARGER 3928624 O-ring 3692618-1 Valves cover assy 5255310 OIL FILLER CAP 3697987 Injector washer 3695663 Valves cover gasket 3697750A Exhaust manifold gasket 3696187 Manifold,Exhaust 3696530 Anti-heat tube,bolt 3696821 Lock washer 3696335 Exhaust manifold bolt 3696708 Bolt，exhaust manifold 3945252 Spacer block 4298242 STUD,DOUBLE END PLAIN 3900637 Bolt M12X1.75X35 3698436 STARTER 3963990 Washer, Sealing 3698352 Joint 3903035 Hollow bolt 3963988 Washer, Sealing 3924725 Hollow bolt 3963990 Washer, Sealing 3957290 Valve,Pressure Regulator 3697317 TUBE,FUEL DRAIN 3682941 Fuel returning tube bolt 3694651 Fuel Filter Location 3698447 Filter cartridge 3693642 Fuel supply pipe 3924725 Hollow bolt 3698353 Connector,Qck Disconnect 3963988 Washer, Sealing 3698355 Connector,Qck Disconnect 3696274 Fuel pump cushion 3900678 hexagon headed bolt 4327066-2 TLN 3696471 Gear,Fuel Pump 5406055-1 Block change joint repair kit 3696995 Quick converter joint assy 3696750 CONNECTOR,QCK DISCONNECT 3678912 O-ring 3963990 Washer, Sealing 4947861 ADAPTER,FILTER HEAD 4307743 Hexagon flange nut 5406057-1 Fuel pump（low pressure）repair kit 5406056 Fuel Control Valve Repair Kit 3963988 Washer, Sealing 3696995 Quick converter joint assy 3697512-1 Oil Pan Assy. 3695880 Oil sump washer 3697606 Flange cover screw 3697619 Hexagon flange cap screw 3691940 Oil cooler assy 4357177 Oil reducing valve 2865048 Washer, Sealing 3008469 seal plug 3678611-1 Thread plug assy 3678606 Seal,O Ring 3678838 Thread plug assy 3678846 O-ring Seal 3678921 Thread plug assy 3678912 O-ring 3696552 Gasket 3696558 Engine oil thermostat 3695682 Core Cooler 3900632 Hexagon flange cap screw 3913366 hexagon headed bolt 3900635 Screw 5313458 Screw 3694654 Filter,Lubricating Oil 3900630 hexagon headed bolt 3697374 Fan cover lower surpporting （LH） 3696357 Cooling fan cover 3696356 Fan cover lower surpporting assy（LH） 3697277 Fan cover braket（lower right） 3903464 hexagon headed bolt 3682798 Fan cover nut 3696353 Fan cover lower surpporting assy（RH） 3903990 hexagon headed bolt 3900632 hexagon headed bolt 3697709 HOUSING,THERMOSTAT TLA 3697517 Thermostat housing washer 3913034 hexagon headed bolt 3900631 hexagon headed bolt 3697436 Water tube assy 3697433 O-ring Seal 3697434 O-ring Seal 3901865 hexagon headed bolt 3900631 hexagon headed bolt 3697438 Water intake manifold assy 2865048 Washer, Sealing 3697435 O-ring 3697711 Water outlet tube joint assy 3900632 hexagon headed bolt 3902023 hexagon headed bolt 3698067 Pump,Water 3695642 Seal gasket,oil pump 3695681 Oil tubes assy 3035027 O type seal ring(oil outlet pipe) 4362459 Crankshaft is sealed with oil seal 3693459 Oil seal 3696436 Oil Pump Assy. 3900632 hexagon headed bolt 3901445 hexagon headed bolt 3902114 bolt 3900630 Screw 5264569 GASKET,OIL DRAIN 3697607 Hose clamp 3697675-1 Turbopipeassembly 3698247 Oil return pipe 3692479 Fuel feed pipe 3696488 Fixing bolt 3697975 DAMPER,VISCOUS VIBRATION 3698248 曲轴皮带轮总成(12L) 3696324 Pulley,Idler 3696487 Crankshaft adapter 3694080 Generator belt (Matching 680mm fan) 3900679 hexagon headed bolt 3696364 ALternator belt tentioner 3903112 hexagon headed bolt 3696368 Hub,Fan 3696220 SUPPORT,FAN 3696062 Fan driving wire brakcet 3900629 hexagon headed bolt 3093807 Fan bracket assy bolts 3694081 Pump Belt (Matching 680mm fan) 3695924 Fan belt tensioner 4991495 hexagon headed bolt 3695683 Fuel delivery pipe 3696203 The fuel injector inlet pipe 3696204 The fuel injector inlet pipe 4384350 MANIFOLD,FUEL 5406058 Relief valve repair kit 4954245 PRESSURE SENSOR 3900635 Bolt M10X1.50X60 3903990 hexagon headed bolt 3093826 bolt 3695543 Injector Pressure Plate 4307475 INJECTOR-FU 3697678 Flywheel housing assy. 3910248 O-Plug 3910260 O-ring Seal 3693669 Rear oil seal 3695822 Fly wheel housing screw 3695719 BOLT-FLYWHEEL 3008469 Plug,Pipe 3697983 Outer thread joint,heating tube 3695674 Bracket, Lifting 3695721 Bracket, Lifting 3698442 Accessory surpporting assy 3900634 Hanger bolt(long) 3900637 Bolt M12X1.75X35 3696332 DIPSTICK 3695911 Oil gauge sub assy 3696054 O-ring Seal 3698082 D-ring seal 3698081 Threaded plug 4921517 oil pressure sensor 4010519 O-ring 4327230 Crankshaft position sensor 4954487 Seal, O Ring 3397506 hexagon headed bolt 3696976 Eletri control unit bracket assy 3901445 Screw 3913638 hexagon headed bolt 3957849 Hexagon Socket Head Bolt 2897333 Air Intake Pressure Temperature Sensor 4903482 O-ring Seal 5333608 Module Electronic Control 5348867 Module Electronic Control 5313724 COOLANT TEMPERATURE SENSOR 4954905 Temperature Sensor 4010519 O-ring Seal 3698397 Harness, Wiring 3902023 hexagon headed bolt 3691983 Engine wire harness assembly 3696046 Accessory brakcet 3900637 Bolt M12X1.75X35 3698388-2 TUBE assy,crankshaft BREATHER 3056138 HOSE,PLAIN 3696295-1 Compressor air intake tubes 3697613 Spring hose clamps 3697611 Elbow,Male Adapter 215921 Hose joint,air compressor 3089584 Tube,Cpr Water Outlet elbow 3089240 Seal,O Ring 3627695 Seal,O Ring 3279043 Hexagon Nut With Flange 3695606 Tube,Cpr Water Inlet 3282054 Stud 3697857 Tube,Cpr Water Outlet 3696781 CONNECTOR,QCK DISCONNECT 3696936 Air compressor assy 3698416 Male connector--Body 4988138 Connector,Qck Disconnect 4994574 O-ring Seal 5253501 Seal,Rectangular Ring 3102651 bolt 3698006 SUPPORT,ALTERNATOR 3696370 Alternator bracket assy 4067993 Locating Pin 3900630 hexagon headed bolt 5313458 Screw 3903990 hexagon headed bolt 3697801-3 Lever,Rocker 3697294-1 Lever,Rocker 3697297-1 Lever,Rocker 3697758 Lever,Rocker 3697835 Shaft,Rocker Lever 4991495 Screw 3698043 Support, Rocker Lever 3696195 Regulator plunger 3696226 Plain Washer 3696197 Retaining ring 3022153 Bolt cap 3697995 Engine brake coil 3698318 Shaft,Rocker Lever 3696852 Bolt 3695552 Rocker arm seat 3678611-1 Thread plug assy 3678606 Seal,O Ring 3696214 Thermostat(82 degrees) 3696215 Thermostat(88 degrees) 4931643 Auxiliary cooling tube plug 111490 Ball Bearing 3698351 ALTERNATOR Read the full article

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dechomarineservices · 1 year ago

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ghostdummieideas · 4 years ago

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A Grave Mistake 1/?

I wanted to write a comedic series involving a graveyard worker and Mary Goore. I don’t know how long this will be, but enjoy. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In a desperate need to pick up a job before your last semester, you committed to any PM shift available on the posting. Your previous supervisor refused to adjust your shift to your school schedule. Thus, you had to part ways to prioritize your education. The only problem was the fact that you require money to survive, and out of the ten work postings you applied for, one replied: A position in maintaining and watching over the local cemetery.

Your first impression of your boss isn’t outstanding, either. An unwelcoming, scowling man with a cue ball head and stained uniform. He didn’t even look up at you from his security monitors, just jabbed his thumb over this shoulder.

“Even out the gravel, kid,” he grunted. Your eyes followed his gesture to locate a rusty rake and a headlamp hanging from one of the many hooks. You shuffled over to the corner and snagged the headband, then grasped the rough handle of the appliance and took the tool off the hook.

“Wear the jacket before you go.”

You turned back towards your new boss to see him now pointing to the coat hanger next to the office door, bearing a crusty-looking trench coat. Without another word, you grabbed the article of clothing and ventured out into the chilly outdoors.

The extra layer of the trench coat provided little to no aid into blocking the frigid winds swirling around you. You stuffed your free hand into the pocket, pausing when your hand met with plastic. You grasped the unknown item in your hand and brought it in front of you. A plastic bag with draw strings attached to the lip of the liner. “That’s nice of him,” you mumbled to yourself. ‘This will make the disposal process easier.’

Buzzing from the ancient lamps that flanked the gravel walkway illuminated with a pale glow. Rustles of dead leaves created a lullaby people could only find during this time of year. A sigh escaped your lips as you contemplated your options.

‘I’ll start around the outer perimeter, then work my way in towards the mausoleums,’ you thought.

You took your time to walk to the entryway of the burial ground, pushing aside piles of wilted leaves from the main path. The buzz of electricity and faint noise of the city beyond the iron gates provided the perfect white noise. Another gust of wind swept past you.

‘There are worse jobs out there, right?’ became your mantra, and you repeated it in your head whenever you felt a little spooked.

Your efforts in clearing the property quickly become visible. The once-obscured trail was now in sight after just a few hours’ worth of work. Without warning, a crash interrupted your work to push through the decaying fauna. You stopped your labor to find the source of the mysterious noise.

Shing

Pssh

Fump

With a glance around the area, you searched for any source of the ruckus. With no luck, you cautiously moved forward through the cemetery, trying to find whatever’s making that weird noise. There’s no mistake, you weren’t the only one in the gravesite. No way would a possum or a racoon cause that much of a disturbance.

‘What the hell is that?’ you wonder, anxiety spiking your pulse. You raise the rake from the crumbling earth to follow the commotion, deviating from the path and proceeding into the dark. The closer you stepped into the graveyard, the louder the sound of metal scraping mud became. You stopped for a moment to shut off your head lamp. The light would only alert the source of the noise to your location. Your steps eclipsed by the shadows, you steal deeper into the cemetery. The moonlight assisted your journey to the mystery that lies ahead.

‘Am I in a cliché horror movie? Ha, good one, me. I’ll run into some kind of murder and scream myself to death!’

The self-deprecating humor failed to extinguish the knot that had formed in your gut. As you looked up from your path, a moving shape caught your attention. In the near darkness, you can barely make out the silhouette of a male with fitted clothes hugging his outline, the handle of a shovel in his grasp. The cadence of the shovel’s blade meeting the moist terrain echoed with his motions.

With grace, you noiselessly crouch behind a gravestone without alerting the stranger of your presence. You gently put the equipment right next to you so it won’t appear in his view.

With a better vantage point, you can make the stranger’s features in the moonlight. Leather cuffs adorned his lean arms. A grime-covered shirt and torn jeans hugged his frame. Raven black hair draped to the front of his face.

‘I-is that blood??’ you asked yourself as you spy the specs of maroon painted on the side of the unknown figure’s skin.

‘Why is he digging at a gravesite in this hour? Is he graverobbing? Fuck, boss never gave me a protocol for this problem.’ Your mind filled with the plausible solution to this problem. Should you dash to the office and tell that prune what’s happening? Wouldn’t he have seen this guy trespassing on the security feed?

With your knees aching from crouching to remain hidden, you went to adjust your footing to find a comfortable position.

CrACK

‘Oh, fuck’ you internally screamed at yourself as your foot breaks a rogue stick.

The man halted his movement. Lifting himself upright from his excavation, he patrolled his surroundings. As he scanned the cemetery, you ducked to get out of his sight. In a state of frenzy, you didn’t know what the best choice was. Run? Wait for him to dig again so he’s too distracted to witness you scurrying away?

The sound of crunching leaves was getting closer and pulled you out of your thoughts. You pressed yourself against the icy marble and prayed that he doesn't catch you stumbling onto his grim activity. His footsteps stopped and you couldn't breathe. 'Please turn back, please turn back, please turn back,' you pleaded over and over again in your mind. From the corner of your eye, you saw a scrawny hand reach over the block of stone that hid your body.

The silhouette of the unwanted guest’s shadow loomed over you. Glancing to your right, you could see mud-caked boots. You scanned up to see the enigmatic man glowering down at your petrified figure. His devilish grin complemented the crimson fluid flowing from his forehead. The moonlight cast a haunting look on his sunken cheeks and hollow eyes. He looks like a walking corpse. The living dead. His manic looking face came closer to yours.

“Boo.”

Using whatever strength you have, your nails dug into the pile of leaves and threw the concoction of dirt, pebbles, and sticks at the man. A distressed grunt and the sound of shuffling let you know you had your chance. You scrambled to your feet and made a mad dash from the walking corpse, your shrieks of distress echoing through the silent field. One hand held down the first layer of coating while the other dug to find the lanyard containing your assortment of keys.

With a goal in mind, you ran past the iron gates, rushing out of the cemetery and into the parking lot. With your beat up Toyota in view, you slowed your dash to a jog. You did a double take to figure if they followed you. You couldn't see him, but you could hear the crunching of leaves from the direction you came. Yanking your lanyard out of the pocket of your coat, you arrived at the driver’s side of the vehicle. Pressing the unlock button, the sound of your door unlocking never sounded so sweet until this moment. Ripping open the door, you slide in and close it right behind you. You scanned the entrance to see any signs of the chaser. On cue, the man collided with the cemetery gate, gripping the bars as he tried to catch his breath.

When the key aligned with the slot, you revved the engine to life. Without looking back, you threw the car in reverse and sped towards the parking entrance. You drove until you found the first public parking space. You maneuver into the spot closest to the illuminated building. Setting the gear to park, you allowed your body to release the tension in your shoulders. The adrenaline started to wear off, and the dam broke. A whimper grew into a sob. Your palms covered your eyes as you crashed from the anxiety-inducing event.

‘Who was that guy?’

#there will be no romance #just wholesome weird beginnings to tolerable friendship #mary goore #thank you birdy and Madge for beta reading this

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britesparc · 4 years ago

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Weekend Top Ten #455

Top Ten Comedy Sidekicks

Ha, LOL, ROFL, guffaw, snort. Comedy, eh? You’ve got to love it, unless you somehow fall through a timewarp into a late-seventies working men’s club in Blackburn and you find yourself choking to death on second-hand smoke, mother-in-law jokes, and a simmering undercurrent of racist violence. Good times!

Anyway, it’s fairly common that even in the most serious of narratives and with the most serious of protagonists, we need a little chuckle very now and again (nobody tell Zack Snyder – actually, no, scratch that, somebody definitely tell Zack Snyder). It lightens the load, makes the world more nuanced and realistic, and even makes the truly dark moments stand out all the stronger. Most films have a bit of a joke every once in a while (and, of course, Shakespeare’s tragedies are full of comic characters or bits of business), and one very common trope is the Comedy Sidekick.

What is a Comedy Sidekick? Well, it’s a supporting character who offers comic relief, basically. sometimes this can be obviously discernible – Luis in Ant-Man, for example, may function as a plot engine from time to time, but has little in the way of actual character development and is mostly there to be funny whilst the heroes do hero stuff. Sometimes it’s harder to define; I mean, are either of the Blues Brothers a comedy sidekick? Arguably Jake is the lead and Elwood is a bit more of a “turn” (he’s almost eternally deadpan and unemotional), but I’d never say one was inherently funnier or “straighter” than the other. And the you get onto films like Aladdin: sure, Aladdin himself is obviously the protagonist, and there’s an argument to be made that the Genie is a comic relief supporting character, but I feel in this case he’s far too integral to the plot, played by a significantly more famous actor, and really just dominates the film to the extent that he becomes the de facto lead (see also: Captain Jack Sparrow). Again, in Men in Black, Will Smith’s J is clearly the “funny” one, but Smith is also the bigger star and the audience entry point; plus, Tommy Lee Jones is hilarious as the deadpan K. So it’s not as simple as it may first appear.

Anyway, the ten in this list are ones I define as definitely being supporting characters. They may be big characters, in terms of plot or development, but they’re definitely there in support of another protagonist. And whilst they may be fully-rounded characters with their own arcs, their primary function is to be funny; they’re the ones who deliver the comedy lines back to the main character, or crack a joke at the end of a serious bit.

Right, I think that’s my usual ridiculous caveats out of the way. Now let’s make ‘em laugh.

Baldrick (Tony Robinson, Blackadder series, 1983-99): Baldrick is one of the supreme comic idiots in all of fiction. Serving as a perfect foil to Blackadder, he is not only supremely stupid but also his niceness and naiveté serves to undercut his master’s wickedness; plus his idiocy is often the undoing of Blackadder’s villainous plans. But he is also charmingly fully-rounded, oblivious to his own stupidity, possessed of “cunning plans”, and with a great love of turnips. A phenomenal turn from Robinson.

Sir John Falstaff (various plays by William Shakespeare, from 1597): is it cheating to include as significant and iconic a literary figure as Falstaff? Feels a bit like it, especially as he's practically a lead (and, indeed, becomes one in Merry Wives). But really he’s the archetype: a supremely vain and self-serving comic foil, but one with vast hidden depths as he’s keenly aware of his own frailties and the inevitable end of his good times with Prince Hal.

Father Dougal McGuire (Ardal O’Hanlon, Father Ted 1995-98): in many ways he’s a slightly watered-down version of Baldrick’s comic idiot; but Dougal is, if anything, even stupider, and less self-aware. He’s like a perfect idiot, a beautiful naïve fool, a supreme man-child with his Masters of the Universe duvet. And he’s divine, just incredibly hilarious throughout; and, like Baldrick, serves as the perfect foil for his more duplicitous and cynical elder.

Donkey (Eddie Murphy, Shrek, 2001): animated sidekicks are very often the comic relief, and I’d argue that Murphy’s Donkey is as good as they come. I actually think Murphy’s prior turn as Mushu in Mulan is probably the better character, but Donkey is just a comic force of nature, a creature who exists only to make everything dafter and funnier. It allowed Murphy a chance to go all-out in a way he hadn’t on screen for quite some time, and it was something we’d rarely seen in animation (arguably only Robin Williams’ Genie is in the same ballpark). Plus, he actually is a good friend to Shrek, bringing out his better nature. Well done, Eddie!

Danny Butterman (Nick Frost, Hot Fuzz, 2007): another of those characters who really skirts the edges of “supporting comic relief” and is really a deuteragonist. But I feel like most of Frost’s characters in his partnerships with Simon Pegg are, essentially, supportive; Pegg is almost always the lead. In this film, despite Danny having some great development and functioning almost as a romantic partner for Pegg’s Nick Angel, he’s usually presented as a beautiful comic foil, his folksy, slobby demeanour contrasting perfectly with Angel’s straitlaced professionalism. And – for the second film in a row – he gets a tremendous C-bomb.

Luis (Michael Peña, Ant-Man, 2015): another comic fool, Luis is the silly, charming, endearing, loveable thorn in the side of Paul Rudd’s Scott Lang. He’s daft, yeah, and comes across as a bit dim, but his permanently-smiling demeanour means we just keep on loving him, even when we can see how annoying he would be. but what cements his position is his rapid-fire OTT explanations, and how the movie presents them; pieces of comedic joy in the MCU.

Cosmo Brown (Donald O’Connor, Singin’ in the Rain, 1952): Singin’ is one of those great Golden Age movies full of witty dialogue (as well as great songs, natch), and by its nature Gene Kelly is the lead and therefore straight man, whereas O’Connor’s Cosmo can be wackier and funnier, and in doing so get to the truth of what his friend is feeling. But what really gets him in this list is his performance of “Make ‘Em Laugh”, running up walls like he’s in The Matrix or something, and feeling like a Bugs Bunny cartoon brought to life.

Silent Bob (Kevin Smith, View Askiewniverse, from 1994): I guess you could argue that both Bob and his less-silent colleague Jay are, as a twosome, the comedy sidekicks in whichever films they’re in (apart from the two they headline, I guess); but if you take the pair on their own, I’d say Bob is the comic of the duo. Yeah, it’s Jay who’s the mile-a-minute loudmouth, cracking jokes and being explosively filthy. But who really gets the laughs? For my money it’s Smith’s perfectly-judged expressions, punctuating the pomposity or reinforcing the eccentricity of whatever Jay’s on about. And then every now and again he gets to speak, and delivers a great one-liner (“no ticket!”) or serious, heartfelt monologue (cf. Chasing Amy).

Semmi (Arsenio Hall, Coming to America, 1988): Semmi is supposed to be a loyal and devoted servant to Prince Akeem, and he is, I guess; but he’s also a true friend. Akeem’s quest to find love in New York is genuine, and despite the film’s high joke quantity, Eddie Murphy has to be relatively restrained in his lead role. Hall’s Semmi, on the other hand, gets to be acerbic, throwing shade and barbs at his lord, questing their quest and seeking his own share of wealth and, well, women. And we all love his line “you sweat from a baboon’s balls”.

Dory (Ellen DeGeneres, Finding Nemo, 2003): as discussed above, comedy cartoon sidekicks are a cinematic staple. They’re not often female, however, and even more rare is a female character who gets to be both funnier and seemingly dumber/goofier than the lead. Of course, Dory is full of pathos, a borderline tragic character whose chronic memory loss has a dreadful impact on her day-to-day life. It’s her sunny optimism (“just keep swimming!”) that makes her endearing more than her humour, however; and, of course, it’s this optimism that begins to chip away at Marlin’s (Albert Brooks’) flinty suit of armour. Funny, warm, makes our hero a better person, but can be a little bit sad – perfect comedy sidekick.

There are two that I’m annoyed that I couldn’t fit in so I'll mention them here: Carrie Fisher in When Harry Met Sally and Danny Kaye in White Christmas. In the former case, whilst Fisher’s Marie is hilarious throughout, and definitely comic relief when put alongside the relatively straight Sally, the fact that everyone, really, gets a lot of funny lines in what is a consistently funny film kinda knocked her down the rankings a little bit, even though I feel bad about it, because everything is always better if Carrie FIsher is in it, including these lists. Kaye’s Phil Davis in White Christmas absolutely steals that film from Bing Crosby, with fast-paced witty wordplay and some supreme physical comedy, and the running gag about how he saved the life of Crosby’s Bob Wallace is golden. But, I dunno, he just kept slipping down the list, despite being my favourite thing in that film. Sorry, Danny.

#top ten #comedy sidekicks #comedy #foil #comic relief #father dougal #shrek #donkey #falstaff #baldrick #blackadder #pixar #coming 2 america #silent bob #kevin smith

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ab-strakt-ed · 5 years ago

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Music Industry Innovation: Meta Data

Just as long as music has been released for consumption, there have been procedures in place to acknowledge the parties involved in a song’s creation. Traditionally this information is solely used to issue royalties to music creators. In the late 1870s, Thomas Edison created the first iteration of the phonograph. In 1880 Alexander Graham Bell revamped the phonograph by inventing the graphophone. This music player with the added ability to record sound became the inspiration for cassette recording boomboxes in the late 1970s. In the heyday of the graphophone, the standard methods of metadata collection were spoken introductions and sticker annotations on a piece of paper. Moving forward to 1930 we saw the introduction of LPs by RCA Victor; eventually to be renamed RCA Records, and in 1948 Dr. Peter Goldmark and Columbia Records revamped the vinyl disk by increasing playtimes to two minutes as opposed to the potential minute of a cylinder phonograph. During this era in music we also saw the introduction of large gatefold liner notes with artwork and lyrics; as the preferred method of metadata collection. This led to what is now commonly known as an album booklet for CD’s beginning in the early 1980s containing photos, lyrics, thank you notes and a list of all parties who contributed to each song. Now with the current advancement of digital albums, consumers are provided with digital album booklets that continue the trend of information included in LP’s and CD’s but don’t require physical output.

In the music industry, Meta Data typically focuses on audio recording and refers to, the name of the recording artist, songwriter(s), producer(s), musicians, audio engineer(s), recording studio, etc. This information notifies companies like ASCAP and BMI who handle music publishing, of the proper parties to issue payment and ownership rights whenever their creative intelligence (in the form of song) is used (be it in a video, movie, concert, radio program, commercial, karaoke machine, etc.). Metadata in its more historic forms has always been an integral part of music intellectual property ownership documentation. In the ’80s and ’90s cracking the plastic on a CD for the first time and reading the liner notes in an album booklet was nostalgic (ahhh fond memories).

However, with the dawn of the Big Data Age, metadata now also helps music companies like Apple Music and Tidal determine what music and other content to target to their listeners. Today the favorite that a consumer makes on any given song in a streaming platform, triggers metadata to prompt suggestions of additional content they may enjoy. This new execution made it possible to compose a uniquely curated library of music for their customers directly from their catalogs or indirectly through a relationship with radio networks; who direct traffic to these entities for customers who are interested in purchasing a song they’ve heard.

Apple Music and Tidal are currently the two primary monopolies of music streaming in the music industry aside from Pandora and Spotify. Apple Music allows consumers to have access to over thirty million songs, so they can explore all of their musical interests and the recommendations from Apple based on the content they favorite and view with a membership. Consumers can also communicate with the artists they’re fans of with comments and actions on the artist’s live posts. Apple Music additionally offers its own 24 hours, 7 days a week radio service which introduces customers to a variety of music, shows, and other content they can purchase within the program. Furthermore, this facet of Apple Inc. has a relationship with radio stations where recognizable tags are placed in songs metadata; embedded with iTunes coding so that a query of the song in apps like SoundHound, Shazam and players like Pandora and Spotify will populate a result in the iTunes store for the potential purchase of the music.

On the Tidal platform, consumers enjoy a similar thirty million songs and relationships with radio through metadata tags using, artist names, lyrics, and sounds from production; like Apple Music. However, the draw of this flagship is that the owners of the company are artists, writers, and producers of music. This enables them to show more concern and compassion for those with creative rights being properly compensated for their work, whenever streamed through their servers. At Tidal an artist, writer or producer, earns a higher percentage of profit through the metadata tags when their content is consumed, compared to other companies like Apple who focus the profit margin on the streaming company itself. Other benefits of Tidal for consumers are the access to exclusive content from the creative individuals that are not available on any other platform or early release exclusivity, streaming of large ticket items concerts and boxing matches, and the purchase or winning of tickets to shows.

Unfortunately, while radio tagging seems to be working very well to direct consumers to music purchase portals, the systems in place to process who is responsible for creating each song played, do not always have the proper information to guarantee that all worthy parties receive royalty payments. Surprisingly, the logging of this information was more accurate when everything was manually notated and funneled through a select group of specialists. In this digital age, where technology streamlines all of our processes, the quality of collecting and organizing relevant data in the music industry has been lost. The main culprits causing incorrect information are, name misspellings, performer name changes, content having multiple release dates, and content being released under different artists presenting a conflict in ownership to the data analysis tools.

All of these issues result in a loss of potential sales, missed promotion opportunities to consumers, and miss-distributed or undistributed royalties to deserving parties. Some artists have experienced piracy as a result of the inconsistencies in digital music metadata, causing the need to pull content from streaming services and other platforms. In turn, customers then can’t enjoy or purchase the content either. Currently, there are 350 digital music providers, and each is monitoring its systems and security. The industry as a whole is at a loss financially due to each company independently create its metadata solution. NARM suggests that digital music and streaming providers should come together and create one unified system for metadata collection, analysis, and output to lower expenses and increase product output and ultimately, economic growth. Likely this will be executed when the Global Repertoire Database is accepted as the standard for metadata functioning in the music industry. It will compare duplicate entries and those that belong to the same artist under different names to ensure that ownership is put in the proper places. This will raise the accuracy of royalty payments, and the content catalogs of creative the customers see in their queries, in addition to standard cataloging and analysis.

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royal-shawn · 5 years ago

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Like a Bird || soulmate!streetracer!shawn

anon said: Can you please do a soulmate and street racer au please. I would love to have these combined if you could please do that. I love your writing!!!!!

Instead of doing a prompt from this, and partly because you all liked my badboy!shawn so much, I decided to make this a full-length fic, so enjoy!

A curse falls from my lips as I walk into Patty’s. A few guys were there, Jackets with a snake painted on the back, and they were sitting up by the bar.

The club wasn’t extremely packed so I made my way to the bar and plopped myself on a stool, two seats away from the small gang.

I watch as they get served their drinks before the bartender finds me. “What can I get you?”

“A coke,” I order, smiling politely to the man behind the counter.

“Anything in it?” He asks.

I shake my head. “Just a coke.”

“Coming up!” The bartender calls.

Moments later, the fizzy drink was sat in front of me, in the fancy-looking but very cheap glass.

I slip the bartender the dollar I owe before watching. People dancing on the cracked wooden floor. The music pumping through the club was so loud, I could feel it in my heels.

I sip my coke, trying to make the overpriced drink worth it.

Some people on the dancefloor had pinkened cheeks, as they looked into their eyes of their soulmate.

Their soulmate markings on show. A soulmate marking has to be a defining character trait of both of you. The rose on the blonde boy behind the counter meaning he’s a romantic of sorts, The tree on the wrist of one of the dancers meaning they’re probably family orientated or something.

The bird on my ribcage meant I was a free spirit. My office job did not highlight that feature, one of the main reasons I hide it away. Other than the fact that my ex, who claimed to have the same mark as me after he saw mine online, was just an art student with an eye-liner pencil.

The post of my bird was taken down a long time ago and I haven’t worn a bikini since.

“Hey.” A guy says as he sits beside me. “You seem lonely.”

I smile tightly. “I’m okay.”

“Hi Okay, I’m Shawn.” He says before promptly facepalming. “That was bad.”

“Awful, actually.” I joke, turning to look at him.

His hair was curly, a stray curl laying on his forehead. The leather pulled over his torso sitting semi-tight on his biceps. He was beautiful, and he looked at me the same way I was undoubtedly looking at him.

“I’m Y/N.” I smile. “Nice to meet you, Shawn.”

“Nice to meet you.” He smiles.

I grin. “Do you dance?”

“I don’t, I try to avoid it, I’m really bad.” He smiles.

“Well, then do you want to stand outside? It’s loud and I want to get to know you better.”

“That sounds delightful.” He smiles, standing and helping me up as well.

As we walk out, the group of people wearing identical jackets to his hoot and holler.

He raises a finger to flip them off, then puts it around my shoulder.

We make our way into the slightly brisk night and lean against the wall. It smells like tobacco and marijuana, but Patty’s always does, it’s a trashy place with the cheapest drinks.

“So, do you have a soulmate?” Shawn asks, looking down at me.

I exhale. “I do, but I haven’t found them yet,” I reply. “How about you?”

“Nope.” He pops the ‘p’ “And I don’t want to find them now, I’m young and I want to be free.”

“Like a bird.” I point out, watching him carefully.

He seems stunned for a second. “Where’s your mark?”

I point at my ribcage, under my breast, and to the left a little. “Right here.”

Shawn points to his fingerless glove, where his thumb meets the rest of his hand. “Right here.”

“I would show you but you’d have to buy me dinner first.” I grin.

“Alright, what are you hungry for?”

I laugh, but his serious stare continues. “Uh... Pizza?”

“Right, well let’s go.”

I would say his car was nice would be a severe understatement. The engine was souped up, obvious by the way he drove quickly, well above the speed limit. I felt safe, he had obviously driven at high speeds before.

A sharp honk caused Shawn to look out the window.

Another more-than-nice car is beside us, revving its engine.

Shawn curses before looking over at me. “I’ve been challenged.”

“Challenged to what?” I ask, my fingers gliding across my seatbelt.

“I take part in these street races. I make a lot from it, and it makes me feel free.”

“Like a bird,” I whisper.

“Like a bird.” He repeats, before revving his engine in return.

The speed would scare me with anyone else, but with Shawn it made me feel alive. Like I was running through the park when I should be working, or on a rollercoaster.

It made me feel free.

Like a bird.

Shawn wins and makes it look effortless, regardless, we end up in Tony’s Terrific Italian, the only place open that serves decent pizza. ;

After a brief silence, Shawn speaks up. “I’m sorry about the impromptu race.”

“I liked it.” I reply, looking up at him. “It was thrilling.”

“That’s why I do it.” He grins. “It’s thrilling.”

“I would quit my day job but my bike doesn’t go too fast.” I joke.

He grins. “You’d win against me.”

“Only because you’d let me.”

“I would never!”

“Oh because a mountain bike could beat your car!” I retort sarcastically.

“It’s not that fast.”

“We went like 200 mph back there.” I point. “I can go like 40 tops.”

“Maybe I would let you in, but who wouldn’t let the prettiest girl win.” Shawn raises his eyebrows slightly.

“I’d let you win.” I mimic his expression.

We chat cheerfully while we finish the pizza, and after Shawn is the first to speak.

“I bought you dinner, now it’s your turn to hold up your end of the deal.”

The clock reads midnight when we reach Shawn’s and I sit on his beige couch while he changes and finds something for me to wear.

He made it clear I would probably spend the night, even if he were to sleep on the couch.

Shawn comes into the living area and throws me a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt.

“Should I change in the bathroom?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Just put the boxers under your dress, I’ll have to see you shirtless to see your mark.”

I do as he says, turning around so he can unzip my dress.

His warm fingers undo the zipper, and I step out of the dress.

I don’t feel insecure as I turn around, baring myself to him.

His eyes don’t immediately lock to my chest but to my mark. The Bird.

I blush, as he steps forward, placing his hand under my mark.

They seem to shimmer as they’re near each other.

He looks up at me with adoration in his eyes. “We match.”

“We’re soulmates.”

He nods, wrapping his arm around me, pressing kisses on my lips and cheeks.

The next morning we wake up together and just look at each other, entranced.

“Hey, Soulmate.” I smile.

“Hey Soulmate, I’m Shawn.” He jokes.

I smile at the memory. “I have work.”

“Forget work, you have me.”

So I do, I quit my job and fly with Shawn.

Free like a pair of birds.

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brxkcnengineer · 5 years ago

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B A S I C S

NAME/ALIAS: Molly HANDLES/NICKNAMES: Mjölnir / Mol / Dumbass OVER 18?: yes | no MUSE: Leopold Fitz. Engineering. MUSE OVER 18?: yes | no | verse dependent BLOG ESTABLISHED: March 24th, 2018 as @nctthedoctor

W R I T I N G

SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH? no (anyone) | semi (most) | yes (some) | highly (a few) | private (mutuals only)

SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW? no (anyone) | semi (most) | yes (some) | highly (a few)

WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? one liners | single-para | multi-para | novella

USE ICONS AND/OR GIFS? no | gifs | icons | yes

STYLIZE YOUR TEXT? no | a little | yes | a lot

LEVEL OF PLOTS YOU WRITE: un-plotted | open-ended plots | semi-plotted: 1–2 steps ahead | fully plotted epics: plotted beginning, middle, and end

THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING? (not triggers) no | sometimes | yes | ask me

HAVE ANY TRIGGERS? HOW DO YOU LIKE IT TAGGED? no triggers | tw: trigger | trigger cw

S H I P P I N G

HAVE ANY OTPS? no | chemistry-based | yes | canon ship(s)

HAVE ANY NOTPS? no | yes | depends | canon ship(s) | notp faceclaims

MUSE’S SEXUAL INTEREST: positive | variable | repulsed | uninterested | complicated

MUSE’S ROMANTIC INTEREST: positive | variable | repulsed | uninterested | complicated

COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? no | selectively | yes

OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? no | selectively | yes

OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? (canon history, age difference, complicated, incest, etc.) no | selectively | yes

OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? no | selectively | yes | OT3 me

DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? no | never say never | sometimes | yes | crackier the better

T A G G I N G

TAGGED BY: @shieldisntalife TAGGING: @shieldscientist / @biochemiist / @jemmaqueenofspace / @greyheroes / @earthshakcr / and everyone else!

#[ who you really are; that's not programming - about fitz ]#[ b is for queue is for biological ]#[ out of the lab ; MOLLY SPEAKS ]

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elven-oracle · 6 years ago

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the siren, act ii: tranquility |p.p. / part 10|

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SUMMARY: A month after adapting to human life and being accepted into Midtown School of Science and Technology, Lena “the Siren” Potts starts attending school with Peter Parker. As love and family start to pour into her life, a mysterious force lurks in the background, threatening the wellbeing of both herself and all the people she loves…

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Siren!OC

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

Panic. Peter awoke to an intense feeling of panic running through his entire body. He stood, scanning the room for any signs of danger, anything that was potentially threatening either him or Lena, but all was still. All was dangerously still.

"Lena?" his voice echoed off the glass walls of the pool room. There wasn't a response. Instinctively, he checked the iPad for her body, swimming up and down in the deep, dark water, but almost kicked himself for it. She could respond in his head if she wanted him to hear her from underneath.

If you can hear me, please respond to let me know you're safe. His heart rate was picking up, and each second that ticked by was a louder thump on the inside of his chest. He waited in almost perfect silence, but when a minute passed without a single word, he ran. In her room, he had access to an AI, and by extension, Mr. Stark. Peter was panting, but it was more from the anxiety as opposed to the running.

Before he spoke aloud, Peter heard a weak voice in his head, so weak that it was almost indecipherable.

Taken. Kid...napped.

He could feel himself going pale, the blood rushing out of his face. He almost felt like passing out, until he reminded himself of the situation at hand.

"PET I need to speak to Mr. Stark right now!" his voice cracked on the word now, a telltale sign of his anxiety acting up. It had been a while since he had felt like the world was closing in on him. He bit the inside of his cheek.

Hello, Peter Parker, Mr. Stark is on the phone with Colonel Rhodes. Would you like me to leave-

"No, no, no!" Peter was practically yelling now, "Emergency. Tell Mr. Stark it's an emergency.

Calling Happy Hogan.

"GOD DAMNIT," his anxiety was turning into a rage, an anger that tempted him to throw his cell phone at the wall and watch the screen shatter to pieces.

"Kid, what do you want?" Happy sounded unimpressed. Peter's anger increased.

"Happy I need to get ahold of Mr. Stark something's happened to Lena I fell asleep and when I woke up she was gone and I have no contact with her whatsoever I think she's been kidnapped!" each word out of his mouth was toppling over each other.

"Woah kid slow down!" Happy not matching his urgency didn't do much for the boulder in his chest. "How do you know that?"

"Listen Happy you've gotta trust me, I know I just know!" they hadn't ever explained to anyone the odd connection they had. Mr. Stark had some sort of idea of it, but not to the extent of what it was. Peter knew for a fact that Lena had been taken by somebody, and during the time spent jumping hurdles to get people to believe him, he was wasting time trying to save her.

"Kidnapping? Maybe she's just in the kitchen or something. Have you looked at all?"

His head looked towards the window as something dawned on him. The closer he got to Mr. Stark, the more he followed the rules laid out for him. His time with Lena had molded him into the cookie-cutter neighborhood hero that he was afraid of becoming. Peter wanted to become an Avenger, and doing the paperwork to get Mr. Stark searching for the love of his life was not what an Avenger would do. It wasn't what Steve Rogers would do, it wasn't what Black Widow would do, it wasn't what Thor would do, it wasn't what Bruce Banner would do, it wasn't what Hawkeye would do.

Most importantly, it wasn't what Tony Stark would do

"Happy I gotta go!"

"Kid, what? I-"

"PET end call!"

Call ended.

His suit was on faster than he had ever put it on before. He had no plan, but when did he ever have a plan? Lena was usually the one to formulate a better, thought-out plan than his usual swinging in, spurting a one-liner, and hoping for the best. He wanted to be calculated, but it wasn't truly his style. It didn't help that he didn't know where to begin.

Incoming call from Happy Hogan. His mask lit up with the lack of a profile photo that Peter had for Happy.

"Decline," the call ended. "Karen, block all calls from Happy."

All calls from Happy Hogan will be blocked.

He wished he could take his exit out of the pool room's window, but the glass was durable, intended to keep people out. Apparently, it hadn't done its job. Peter pivoted and ran, knowing he was going to need a car to get back into the city

The city.

His instincts, and not the radioactive ones, were trying to point him in the right direction. Her message in his head came from a location in the city. All he had to do was hop in a car and hope that she was able to reach out again. He felt sweat build up on the back of his shoulders. The last time he had to drive he destroyed Flash's car, which wasn't the problem, Mr. Stark had happily paid for it, it was that it had strongly delayed any desire to get back behind the wheel.

Maybe Mr. Stark had a smart car?

Bounding down the stairs, Peter waved at those passing by him. He had started to spend so much time there, that Mr. Stark's staff didn't think much of it. If Mr. Stark was on a phone call with Colonel Rhodes, it was likely that he was either in his workshop or in his bedroom. Peter was going to have to make a gamble, and improvise his way out if he happened to be on the other side of the door.

When Lena had first arrived at the compound, it was established that Peter was going to need access to the lab even when Mr. Stark wasn't there to give it to him. He had been granted access from the hours of 3 pm until 10 pm. In the end, Peter had hacked his way into getting 24-hour access.

He typed in a code, scanned his hand, and inhaled deeply as the doors opened. Every step felt loud until he opened his eyes (that he had anxiously shut) and found the room empty, and eight of Mr. Stark's best cars lined up in all of their glory. Peter was desperately hoping that one of them had an autopilot feature.

Sliding into the driver's seat of a slick red car, it matched his suit, Peter looked in the glove compartment for the keys, where he was fortunate enough to found them. It was a lucky guess; he figured that Mr. Stark didn't expect a whole lot of people in his lab. He started the car, the engine roaring to life, and watched as a set of doors opened, the bright sunlight blinding him.

He blinked as Karen adjusted the brightness settings within his mask. The doors opened up to a long roadway, looking as if it led directly to the open highway.

"Karen uh...can you set a route for the city?" his voice was shaking slightly. He had no way of knowing if there was a way to make the car drive for him.

Of course, Peter! His mask set a route for Queens, and Peter hoped he was headed in the right direction. He felt lost and confused and anxious and all he could do was inhale, start the car, and start driving. Hands shaking with adrenaline and nervousness, it took every ounce of concentration he had to keep his eyes on the road, and the wheel steady. There weren't too many cars on the road yet, which was because of the secluded nature of Mr. Stark's Avenger's compound, but once he was on the main highway he was going to have to learn quickly.

"Karen, uh..." he didn't know how to phrase his request. "Can you uh...just help me drive I really don't know what I'm doing."

I can Peter, but you know that driving without a license is illegal, correct?

"Yeah?"

Do I need to call Mr. Stark-

"No! No no. There's no need for that. Just teach me to drive, please. And take me into the city."

You are going to take an exit in four miles. When exiting, use the right turn signal by flicking it upwards. Check the rearview mirror and your right side mirror to make sure that there's no one behind you, and ease your way onto the exit. Do not be afraid, Peter. Your heart rate is extremely high.

"I know! I know!"

Blinker, mirrors, gently guide. He cheered himself on while he accomplished his goal. He slowly pressed down on the gas, knowing that time wasn't his friend. Hopefully, he would get the hang of it.

On his left, he saw a small child with her face squished to the window of the car, staring at him like the anomaly that he definitely was. It had to be odd seeing Spider-Man casually driving an incredibly expensive car down the same highway as you. Shouldn't he be slinging webs through the city.

Incoming call from Tony Stark.

"DECLINE!" at this point, he was so on edge that all he could do was scream at the AI. The call ended, but it didn't stop the million-mile-per-hour speed that his heart wouldn't stop beating at. He inhaled, deeply, but exhaled audibly in another scream. He was on his way to try and save Lena but he still had no idea where she was. All he had to work with was the fact that he knew she was in the city.

Police sirens blared behind him as he pulled into downtown, in a panic, he left doing only what he knew how to do. A web hit the side of the nearest skyscraper, and he propelled upward, leaving the car to roll to a stop. It was now someone else's problem; mainly Mr. Stark's.

Peter?!

The voice, the presence in his head sprung to life. He felt relief fall over him. At the very least she was alive, and now she was back in contact with him.

Lena, do you know where you are? I came to the city to come and find you.

There was a pause before he heard back from her.

I do not know exactly where I am, but I think I can find a way out.

No, no, just wait for me to get-

He could feel the absolute annoyance that followed that request, No. I will do what I have to. I am not helpless, Peter Parker.

Blood filled his mouth, and it was brought to his attention that he had been biting down on his lip, and fact that he needed a reminder that she was just as strong and capable as he was made him bit almost all the way through.

Yeah, of course, keep me updated so I can help if I can.

Okay.

It wasn't filled with any sort of hostility, but Peter still had an ounce of regret for his underestimation.

…

A half an hour had passed, and she still hadn't given him any sort of signal that he could be of help. He had tried to distract himself with taking care of some petty crime, but it was hard to keep his head in the game knowing that she could potentially still be in danger. Mr. Stark had called a few times, startling Peter within his mask, making him quickly decline the call. He had guessed that Mr. Stark was unaware of the situation, only aware of what Peter had frantically told Happy. Though there was still no way of knowing, it was almost comforting to know that Happy had passed on what he had heard.

Peter! I am on a roof! I am in New York!

He jumped to his feet, whipping his head around, spinning in circles to see if he could find her from the building he was standing on.

"Karen find Lena she's somewhere on top of a building you-"

Lena Potts located.

She was in hand to hand combat, something on her mouth preventing her from singing. Her long stream of hair whipped around, almost completely blocking her face as she dodged and sent fists flying. For a moment, Peter couldn't help but be proud of her for holding her own. The daily exercises with combat were proving to be good uses of time.

He blinked and noticed she had been knocked to the ground, three men now starting to circle her. If he didn't get there fast enough, she would be recaptured and they would have to start all over again. He leaped to start swinging towards her, knowing this was his only shot to make it in time.

God, he hoped he would make it in time.

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go-diane-winchester · 6 years ago

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HOW TO KNOW YOU ARE DEALING WITH A HELLER AND NOT A DESTIEL SHIPPER

There are a few tell tale signs you are dealing with a heller and not a destiel shipper. They all seem to be cut from the same cloth. No originality in how they engage others but their deviousness is unique and changes from heller to heller. @officerhaughtismygirlfriend is a repulsive creature from the UK and yet she speaks exactly like the hellers from the US. Crassness and vulgarity have no boundaries. So what is a heller?

A heller will insist that Dean is bisexual, or in the special case of @officerhaughtismygirlfriend, gay. In fact one of her tags is ''Jensen can't hide Dean's gay''. So essentially she doesn't respect Jensen's take on his own character. Par for the course with a heller.

A heller will tag everyone and everything under the sun, and despite ten years of being told continuously to respect other SPN fans and tag courteously, they don't care. They always counter with ''but it's not like we are hurting anyone. We are just having fun''. So am I, honey. I am having a ball of a time in the main tags.

They will try to make themselves look like the ethical and moral ones in the fandom when, even though laughingly, they are actually the worst people you would ever encounter, they stan the worst excuse for an E-list celebrity ever and then they have to audacity to balk when you see fault in the weasel. They will use words like ''I am sorry for whoever hurt you'' [I got that one] ''Just remember you are spreading hate when love is so much more rewarding''. Very flowery, hypocritical words.

If they have a flimsy argument, and they know it, they always fall back on what they consider their failsafe standby: ''Just kidding'' ''Cant you take a joke'' ''Misha is just joking'' ''Misha is just being sarcastic''. No, we don't believe that. You are not kidding. Neither is Misha. He is just pandering to the most gullible subsection of the fandom because its not like he has sex appeal or talent to keep him relevant.

Deify Misha and are shocked if anyone says anything critical about his repugnant and repulsive character, especially when it stands out as a stark contract to Jared and Jensen's characters which are loved by the two million viewers who tune it to watch J2 every week as opposed to the 8000 who masturbate to Misha's ugly and average looking face.

Another standby for them is to go into victim mode and say that they are being attacked for loving and caring and spreading joy or some greeting card nonsense, when they attack Jensen for playing his character straight. He was straight from the get go. 14 years later, he is not going to change because you have an issue with it. Grow up.

They ship shame. They don't attack sastiel because their ugly overlord is half of the ship. They don't attack sabriel because the trickster keeps Sam out of their way. But wincest gets a beating from them. And yet, Jensen likes wincest shippers. He shot down destiel, perhaps because destiel fans and Misha are disgusting to him. Notice how he never sits next to Misha unless he has to. Notice how he is absolutely happy doing only one con panel with Misha per year. And yet to the deluded nuts out there, ''destiel is cockles fault''. Cockles is a more laughable notion than destiel.

Some really special snowflakes, like this one, claims that she received death threats from non-destiel fans. And yet she didn't show me any receipts, however, she squeezed out a smelly turd in my private message box, complete with smiley faces. One heller told me she didn't approve of me naming her publically because ''what if I get death threats''. I told her to forward them to me so I can publically shame them. She never replied about it, because she didn't receive any death threats. She however, did say Jared purposefully cracked her ribs by hugging her too hard. Purposefully. Hellers are liars. P.S. don't send me any anon threats as proof. You people are consistent liars so I wont believe it.

Be prepared for all the ill placed smiley faces that don't fit into the context and tone of what the heller is saying. They use smiley faces in the hopes to weaken your resolve by giving the impression that your criticism did not affect them. They are, as I have noticed, usually very affected. My resolve wont weaken especially since I can confirm that Supernatural lurks around Tumblr, and if my post ends up on search engine results, then I am happy. Don't ask me how I know, because hellers will bombard them with ''make destiel canon'' nonsense.

Destiel fans, to reiterate point number 8, never ever provide proof of anything. Take for example @destielshipper2017 who claimed I lied about Misha but backed off when she realized when she didn't have any proof as to how I lied. Hellers are feared for their mob mentality, not because they are right.

They will have Sam/Jared in their profile name and profile picture, which will lead any fool to believe that they are Sam and Jared fans. But they are not. Haught actually claims that Sam is her ''second favorite''. Really, and yet you devalue his presence in a scene just to make place for your mucus-covered icky little canoe that you mistook for a ship. Compared to destiel, wincest is a massive luxury passenger liner with a large emblem on it reading ''APPROVED BY JENSEN ACKLES AND JARED PADADECKI''...... nah, that's too long. What does Jared call the two of them? Ah yes, Padackles. Much better. Shorter. ''APPROVED BY PADACKLES''.

When faced with anything that is contrary to their weak little beliefs, they resort to name calling more enthusiastically than anyone else on this fandom. Go onto Haught's page. She called a contradictor a ''sexist pig''. Perhaps they learnt it from their hideous overlord who calls critical people ''haters'', rather than rectifying his behavior or rectifying their perception. Yet they will flip out when I point at his ugly face and say ''that face is ugly''. Well of course, its ugly. And it's getting uglier as we speak. Perhaps because all the ugliness he has inside of him is starting to show on the surface.

The last and the worst tell tale sign you are dealing with a heller, for me anyway because they use this ploy a lot, is accusing you of bigotry the way they accuse Jensen. Destiel is a fantasy ship. It is not a sexuality, so denying it doesn't make you a bigot. The first few times I was accused of homophobia, I was emotionally jostled. It hurt. That's when I realized how Jensen must feel. He gets bombarded with this filthy accusation on social media by thousands of disgusting fans who have only hate and malice in their hearts. If someone reads a dumb headcanon on haught's page and then asks poor Jensen about it during a con, and Jensen shoots the heller down, then Jensen is going to be called a homophobe all over again, and its will be Haught's fault for not adding a note to her headcanon dissuading such behavior. Oh, but Haught is not wrong for writing this filth, right? She is just ''spreading love and joy'' right? No, she is just a pig, with horrible taste is ugly little weasels who were publically named ugly.

Receipt of destielshipper2017 being a spineless fool.

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lady-divine-writes · 6 years ago

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Kurtbastian one-shot “Spooktastic” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Sebastian fantasizes about Kurt showing up at the rink in the costume of his dreams.

And he does, but that depends on the type of dream ...

Notes: For those of you who will inevitably ask, yes, we had someone dressed in a giant lavender inflatable unicorn at our rink this Halloween xD

Part 49 of Outside Edge

Read on AO3.

“A bloody hockey mask?” Blaine snickers, sliding to a stop with enough force to spray Sebastian’s skates with snow. “As far as Halloween costumes go, isn’t that a little too on the nose for you?”

“What are you talking about?” Sebastian raises the red streaked and busted mask so Blaine can hear him clearly. “I’m not wearing a costume.”

“A-ha. Okay, Captain Edgy,” Blaine says rolling his eyes.

Sebastian doesn’t defend his costume choice. Easy is as easy does, and he’d rather be on the ice than wasting his time dressing up. He knows he copped out. So what that his costume is a little low maintenance? He doesn’t want to admit that he’s not into the gory side of Halloween. It’s a carefully guarded secret (so guarded, not even Kurt knows) that he hangs out at the rink and coaches on Halloween because blood and gut costumes freak him out – a residual fear from an episode years ago when Sebastian, alone at home while his folks were off on another of many ‘important’ business trips, decided to spend Halloween in his parent’s wine cellar watching every horror movie the satellite TV could pick up.

After the fifth movie, he’d wanted to call it quits, but he couldn’t bring himself to walk through the cold, dark cellar upstairs to the main house, so he hunkered down under the blankets he had brought with him and stayed there, eyes wide open, watching cartoons on repeat till his uncle came home in the morning.

Three straight nights of zero sleep followed, and he swore he’d never watch another horror flick again.

The rink goes all out on Halloween to give kids a safe place to Trick or Treat and enjoy themselves. The kids who attend more or less stick to store bought, cutesy costumes that are easy to skate in, so Sebastian’s hockey mask is pretty much the grossest thing out on the ice.

“What about you?” Sebastian gestures to Blaine’s gelled hair, his leather jacket, and his tighter than necessary (especially for skating) jeans. “You dressed like Elvis?”

“What?” Blaine looks down at his clothes, then back at Sebastian and grins. “I’m not wearing a costume.”

Sebastian scowls, but then bounces his head in agreement. “You’re right. I don’t think you are wearing a costume.”

“Hey! Have any of you guys seen Kurt? He’s supposed to check in by now,” Chandler asks, skating over with roster in hand, and wearing a giant, inflatable, lavender unicorn costume. Blaine, Sebastian, and the other coaches with them can’t help chuckling every time he waddles over. The consensus is it’s literally the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever seen.

But the kids love it so, in that respect, Chandler wins coach of the month.

Sebastian is grateful Chandler has the skating skills to keep him upright in that thing. It would suck to have to pick him up off the ice every five feet.

“I haven’t seen him yet,” Blaine answers, which annoys Sebastian thoroughly. In Kurt matters, Sebastian should always get the first say.

“He didn’t come to the rink with us,” Sebastian adds when Chandler looks at him with confusion. “He was still working on his costume when we left. He said he wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Ooo la la!” Chandler coos, grinning behind the clear panel in the unicorn’s chest that allows him to see. “I can’t wait to see what he comes up with this year! He has the best skating outfits on the ice. His Halloween costume must be epic!”

“Yeah,” Sebastian mutters dreamily, biting his lower lip and imagining the kind of costume his boyfriend might have come up with. Like Blaine, he favors tight shirts, even tighter pants, and dramatic makeup, which Sebastian never thought for the life of him would be a thing that would get his engine going. Makeup on boys seemed unnatural to him - a desperate cry for attention. But after seeing the looks Kurt comes up with, boy has Sebastian changed his mind! And not just about Kurt. About every boy who wears makeup. It never dawned on Sebastian how freeing makeup could be, how expressive, how unique.

And in Kurt’s case, how erotic.

Quite a one-eighty for a boy who never thought he’d date in high school, not to mention Ice Queen Kurt Hummel.

Sebastian can picture Kurt dressing up as a fox in a sleek velvet bodysuit with a fluffy tail. Or an elf, Lord of the Rings style - regal and strong in a tailored tunic and silver-blond wig. Or maybe something with Spanish flair, like a flamenco dancer or a Matador. (Kurt’s been really into Ricky Martin lately …. obnoxiously so …) Another coach on the ice is dressed as a peacock – teal blue spandex unitard covered in crystals and sequins, with a full tail of feathers attached to the rear that shimmies when she skates. Sebastian can see Kurt rocking that look, no question. That shade of blue would make his eyes pop.

And that fan of feathers would make his ass look fantastic!

Sebastian shifts from skate to skate, becoming antsy as images of his boyfriend in sexy Halloween costumes flood his brain, some of them as unoriginal as a box of bricks - sexy doctor, sexy lit professor, sexy crossing guard. But that wouldn’t matter, because on Kurt, a burlap potato sack would look hot as hell. Sebastian doesn’t think Kurt would opt for store bought though. Whatever he’s come up with has to be glamorous, elaborate, and bedazzled within an inch of his life. But if he shows up dressed as a sexy police officer, wearing aviator shades and carrying handcuffs, they may have to take off their skates and call it a night, because Sebastian wouldn’t be able to stop tripping over his tongue.

“Uh … Sebastian? Are you in there? Are you still with us?” Blaine says, waving his fingers in front of Sebastian’s eyes. Sebastian went catatonic the second Chandler mentioned Kurt’s costume, staring off into space and licking his lips as if he’s daydreaming about his favorite ice cream flavor. Blaine can’t help envying Sebastian’s relationship with Kurt. He does every single day.

Watching tough guy Sebastian Smythe drool over his boyfriend is too jealousy-inducing for words.

Sebastian shakes his head, snapping out of his stupor as a whiff of Blaine’s aftershave invades his nostrils with its overpowering scent of ‘tree’. “Ugh,” he groans, turning his head and scanning the rink, jumping from costume to costume, searching for his boyfriend. “Can you lay off the cologne a bit? I know it might be too late for you, but I want to keep my brain cells.”

“Fuck you, too, dude.”

Blaine spots him first. Of course he does. Sebastian knows Blaine sees him by the way his stupid eyes grow wider and wider until they take up three-quarters of his face, squeezing his mouth down to the vicinity of his chin.

“Oh … my … God …” Blaine chuckles, eyes darting from behind Sebastian’s back to his face. “Hi, Kurt.”

“Hello, boys.”

Sebastian hears his boyfriend’s voice and he smiles. His man is here. His moment has arrived. Sebastian glares at Blaine, who’s already backing away, a look on his face that Sebastian doesn’t know how to interpret.

“I think I’ll just … go this way.” Blaine laughs into his hand as he joins a small group of starter tots on center ice.

“See that you do,” Sebastian says, glad that, for once, Blaine can take a hint and skedaddle. He feels Kurt’s hands slide up his arms to his shoulders, caressing gently from behind. He can’t see Kurt’s hands, but that’s okay. He doesn’t want to see anything that will give Kurt’s costume away before he can turn around and get the full effect.

Sebastian tilts his head to talk over his shoulder. “Hello, handsome.”

Kurt drops a subtle kiss onto Sebastian’s ear. “Hello, yourself. So, what do you think of my costume?”

“I haven’t seen it yet,” Sebastian teases.

“Oh,” Kurt says, probably assuming Sebastian had caught a glimpse in the reflection of the windows as he approached. “Well, turn around and take a look.”

Sebastian doesn’t need to be told twice. He spins around with the enthusiasm of a kid hoping for a bike on his birthday but expecting a car. He’s prepared to see Kurt in skin tight spandex of some variety, with a wicked cat’s eye liner, and cheekbones contoured to cut glass. Kurt probably shimmers like a disco ball, a God in Swarovski crystals and mesh paneling.

It takes a few moments of staring, blinking, and gaping to comprehend the look that Kurt has put together.

When Sebastian does, he recoils.

“Oh my God, Kurt!” he squawks, stumbling backward over his heels and falling on his ass. “What the … what are you!?”

“I’m a zombie!” Kurt raises his arms and turns on his toe picks to give Sebastian a look at the final product.

“A zom---wha-what?” Sebastian’s eyes work overtime racing up and down Kurt’s body – the filthy rags hanging off his limbs, gaping holes torn through the fabric; his skin greying and ashen, the makeup done (brilliantly, Sebastian has to admit) to make his eyes and cheeks look sunken and rotting; his hair darkened and plastered to his skull. Considering how voluminous his hair normally is, it must have taken gobs of product to get it flat like this. Then there’s the blood - thick, black, greasy blood crusting at the corners of his mouth, leaking from his eyes, oozing out his ears and nose. He’d glued pieces of organs bulging from cracks in the exposed sections of his torso, a fractured bone splitting the skin of his forearm.

This look, so far removed from his usual makeup creations, definitely showcases the incredible talent of Kurt Hummel. It could have been done by a professional effects artist, it’s that detailed.

And it’s repulsive!

“Why would you wear that?” Sebastian cries, scooting backward to keep his boyfriend at arm’s length.

“Duh! It’s Halloween!” Kurt giggles. “It’s not like it’s Christmas or the fourth of July! We’re supposed to dress scary! You’re wearing a bloody hockey mask!”

A hundred remarks flash through Sebastian’s brain, but he can’t get a single one past his tongue, not with his boyfriend standing above him looking exactly like a putrid corpse! It’s not Kurt’s fault. Sebastian never told him how much ghouls and spooks and zombies terrify him. Still, he never pictured Kurt going full out gore for Halloween, not in a million years. Sebastian plans to tell him as soon as he can get Kurt alone, but that’s provided he takes that makeup off first. But Sebastian can’t ask Kurt to do that. It must have taken ages to do! He has to find a middle ground. He glances with his eyes from side to side until he finds what he’s looking for.

“Uh, I’ve got to … there’s somewhere … I’m going to the locker room,” Sebastian says, scrambling to his feet. “But, uh … I’m going to text you, so keep your phone on. Okay?”

Yeah. That’s it. He’ll text him an explanation. Through a locked door from fifty feet away! Not like that’s lame or anything.

“Come on, Sebastian.” Kurt puckers black, broken lips and obliviously gives chase. “Stop playing hard to get and give me a kiss!”

“Nope. No. No way, no how!” Sebastian says, crawling on his hands and knees when he finds he can’t stand, clawing at the ice to evade his boyfriend. “Kurt! Get away from me, Kurt, or I’m gonna cancel my ten o’clock!”

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chrystalyxpoetryportal · 6 years ago

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Remotely Controlled (revision 3)Part 1 - An Alien/Cyborg Sci Fi Novel

Remotely Controlled by Kevin Michael Kappler

Victorine, a government robotic firm, use convicts constructed for use a cyborg war enforcement soldier. To employ a “drone “Human army, to end a movement, that had started when aliens (like those from Witch mountain movies) reveal that all humans had originally come from their planet. We were not native to earth. We built star-ships. From the alien ship blue prints. To escape. The new world government knew we were close. They wanted to stop us or kill those fighting to finish and fly away. The escape prototypes blasted off. As We rushed from the Victorine onslaught. Faster than the speed of light. Blasting the engines powered by magnetic, kinetic, nuclear fusion plasma, and kinetically energized beams of laser light- we forged our way back to planet K-Nutrix. They designed Each escape craft from the Blueprints and schematics provided by the two brilliant planetary visitors. Most space crafts, which were remakes constructed on Earth, their designs individually customized to house the number of persons living in the builder’s family. The ships resembled small jet liners. Except, instead of long wings with large jets attached to them, the wings were shorter. Alike the old Space Shuttle by NASA. The Fusion Powered Magneto Laser Energized Plasma Engines were smaller. Almost cigar shaped. The two small reactors( as the main reactor was alike the current prototypes advertised as “small nuclear farm” units, refitted to become connected to a smaller Breeder - Plasma Converter reactor. Such converted the materials (within the spent fuel rods) of the first reactor and converted them into fissionable plasma. A 1,500 square foot room housed the particle accelerator which used the kinetically charged molecules to harness energies from the magnetic, microwave charged energy through a powerful laser (which combined its high temperature and energetically charged kinetic light) through the energy beam to achieve “faster than light” thrust. A “satellite dish” shaped collector, at the front of the craft, sucked or “folded empty portions of space” inward. Smaller ports, aside the Plasma kinetic Warp Engines, would provide a “sling shot” effect. Lowering the time to travel the space which was once void of any true content and go strait forward into the mass-filled portions of space. We built The first prototype after two years. When over 123,000 Humans from Earth, formed the Human Alliance Relocation Regimin. Or HARR. Henry Vicker stood ready to fight Victron Soldier inmate Roger minster to the death for the cause. Tram 17 Hit the skids to a slow, squealing stop, at the Corporate Rail Station in Old Lower Manhattan. The two aliens, from Planet K 35 (K Nutrix) Step out of the second car to attend a local Astrological/Alien Encounter’s Meeting. In order to express their proof of where the Human race originally came from. Such wasn’t Earth. Blasting through the Victron barricade, Henry Vicker and Robert Schmall pilot their newly built craft. Out of Earth’s atmosphere and starting a few hundred light year ftl trip to planet K Nutrix Robert Schmall was an avid inventor. A very gifted artist with electronic repair hands like a surgeon. In his early teens, Robert constructed an energy rifle out of old microwave and radio parts, fashioned together a working, burning laser pistol, and built computers from scratch. He was busy testing his maned drone (which he had just built in 2017). This got the attention of the uprising leaders of the Human Escape Legion. A local Television Scandal News Service, “Get the Dirt or GTD” filmed and air Schmall’s flight as a piece concerning “crack-pot inventors.” “Air Born Craze” The two Human-Aliens, from Nutrix (who were the leaders of the huge Earth Movement to prove Humanity’s real planet of origin and help provide the supplies to help them to create vessels to speed them back . (As Nutrix was peaceful, cleaner, and has never waged wars or lived outside of peaceful coexistence), caught glimpses of Ned Peezles’ Spot on the Scandal program and made Robert Schmall a Recruit. Orion. From planet K-Nutrix. Levitating and projecting planets and scenes in the hopes, that us fellow humans, will understand and learn, that we were not of this Earth. They brought us to the Earth., our arrival dated thousands of years ago. They then forced humans to different severities of labor and were the alien’s prisoner slaves.To another alien race. The reptilians. Assistant leader of the Nutrix Alliance of Human Relocation (nahr) as it would become re-organized and become renamed. Xion Luxe, known (soon) under the alias of Jeffery Jazz, is a 300-year-old cyborg. Having the brain of a Nutrix Human and the body of a robot–his wisdom and knowledge has no boundaries. Cyborg and human machine / brain controlled machines are steady technology. Dr.Victor Ramez has been working on half human half cyborg for over ten years. Controlled human soldiers who could enforce whatever laws or fight any war that the government sees implementation for. They flew convicted Alabama Murderer, Alfred Simm, to a secret hospital in Virginia. Prepped and ready to go under further installation of cybernetic parts, Skunk Works, the brain child corporate entity funded by the Department of Defense, has funded his project.Dubbed “operation recycle and enhance(O.R.E) was now becoming a new army force. . Maned drones made the more feared army drones ,more elegant. This quad jet Hover van was the final project of Michael Stephens. The future partner of inventor Robert Schmall. Computer controlled defense army units were on the rise. Fear of the lack of human intervention and a machine takeover was filling the united states public. Programing and robotics were Stephens’ expertise. Starting an intervention program was what they contracted Michael to do by DARPA. K Nutrix Vulcar shuttle They found The alien craft outside Las Vegas. The authorities found no tracks and couldn’t trace what the aliens looked like or why they left their undamaged ship, parked. Out in the open along the dusty two-lane highway. Little did the men in Black know–the visitors’ telekinesis allowed them to travel without touching the ground. They had their orders and search, ahead of them, for the humans to start the relocation movement They were levitating like a genie on a rug. Floating swiftly to their first of many contacts.

Zinc Japan hotel The human relocation Artificially Intelligent protector unit Victorine Human Relocation Computer (or nicknamed the transport unit “The AI van.” The Nutrix Ancient Temple The Nutrix temple, accidentally discovered, unintentionally, by Indian miners from Cuba. was nestled in the mountains of the____________________________ Region. The Hieroglyphic messages were a little different from the ones in Egypt, but varied by simple shapes and simply symbol inconsistences. When compared, someone compared them to being the same difference as American English Versus British. The minors uncovered the massive structure while blasting the side of a Rocky Mountain area and the remains from the explosion’s leftovers, was the building, itself. The details of the steep steps… the razor accurate lines and computer-like appearing Hieroglyphics raining down the front doors made pushing, forward, inside – that was a hunger burning to unmask the mystery. Of a New Form of Civilization, freshly uncovered. Like a flash new pyrotechnic show at a rock concert, the hearts of the miners and scholars beat heavy and fast in excitement. Also, in fear. As the archaeologists studied the Temple, the Visitors from K-Nutrix were plotting their “origin confession” “proving” Humanity’s “Bastard” role on Planet earth. The Reptilian’s were a filthy, greedy, and perverted lot of Beings. They cast hundreds off their planet because of Cosmic Crimes. Slavery, murder, trafficking of other world species (just to mention a few)–thousands of years ago… They were forcefully exiled. Lacking the armies and the laborers needed for a resettlement on a distant planet, the reptilians had to first find slave labor. Passing along the K-Nutrix Planet, they flew down in their shuttles, collected, and captured Humans from Nutrix, for slave labor. earth was an uninhabited planet of animals and vegetation along the route when the reptilians were losing fuel and their weakened engines forced the reptilian crews to emergency land and resettle, here. The grays were smart, yet crude. Sexual and stuck in their own telepathic minds (as a collective community). The lesser of the two huge evil world beings. Earth was a Dinosaur ridden, lush, uninhabited, and virgin planet to intelligent life. The Reptilians would dominate this planet until the Human uprising of 3000B.C Aliens have been visiting our planet for years. Since the Egyptians helped build the pyramids and ever since we earned their interests exploding nukes during World War 2. The United States Army assumed too much credit for “advances in technology” which had historically and truthfully , where reverse engineering made such advancements , quickly, in Human Technology possible. Only through technological “donations” from the country’s alien connections. The Greys had been aiding the Government for decades. Exchanging whole ships and other forms and parts of machines or weapons technology for Humans to experiment upon, study, and use such findings to keep their own dying race, alive. The Aliens later, would return the Human beings. Such captured individuals, the Greys bound and commanded, by government - alien Contracts , would then become moved back in the locales in which someone had abducted them.. The test Humans. Back on Earth, test subjects were medically and mentally inspected for damages or injuries, treated and fixed up. They guaranteed subjects released, by the Greys to become released unharmed, with only their memories of the Alien encounters, erased, completely from their minds… As so the Grey’s thought. The aliens implemented A lot of the memory wipes, however, the alien mind clearing equipment designs were architecturally and physiologically functionally incompatible with Humans. Mistakenly, the Greys put into service, machines which could only “appear“ to erase a Human’s memory. These machines would give a HUman temporary amnesia. Someone designed such apparatuses To successfully Work with the Physiology and Brain Neuro pathways that only other Grey aliens possess and in which the machine, was Successful, only with compatible Grey Minds, to work on. Erasing criminal Alien’s memories of any valuable home world information that the prisoner could escape and share to rival alien armies, providing a vulnerability to the Grey’s Empire. The aliens mistakenly thought their brains were more “complex” because of having a “Telepathically Driven Communications system with their own race.” They never verbally spoke. They conveyed thoughts between Greys and Humans to communicate. Little did they know that we, when compared with the Grey’s Brain Anatomy, were genetically identical; however, we were far more developed, at our birth, as “telekinetically Advanced.” As with any language, we required instruction, real world usages and training, becoming more aware on how to tap into this “higher functioning.” Our brains were equal, if not more advanced, than the Greys’ Brains. We had shown such proof as we reverse-engineered their own technology. Right with the Grey soldier who had crash landed on our planet at Roswell Air Force Base in New Mexico. The memories of the individuals, who the Greys’ selected for their genetic experimentations and anatomy studies (by the alien doctors) recovered all the memories in which the Aliens were unaware could resurface. Such memories instantaneously became stored and protected, in files (like a computer’s hard drive). These memories our Brains quickly transferred all stored memories ,automatically .Restored and moved to the other side of the brain. The less dominant part used to help restore higher functions. Should the dominant side become damaged The Greys Brains were one huge lobe. With a smaller autonomically system Proportionally mapped out lobe, was right below the upper lobe. Their brains resembled Half a watermelon with a grapefruit underneath. When the United States Doctors dissected and studied the deceased Grey alien’s anatomy way back in the 1940s. Humans were exceptionally gifted intellectually and emotionally. However, their emotional side often hindered their higher learning functions of the mind. Because of the limitations of what scientific, art, or medical discovery We had just achieved - defying what definitions of logic our society defined as “fact or non-fact.Because of other scholars becoming mindfully bound to never rewriting “what was to be” or “wasn’t to be” future fact or fiction) our advancements were remaining, unuseful. As they lie in our minds as dormant. “. When no argument could disprove the once “iron clad logic defined,” we nearly blocked out the topic and selective forgot what the topic was even about. Along with trauma issues creating “selective amnesia,” our advanced minds could voluntarily “selectively” erase memories it deemed, “unneeded “or “avoidable” at will. Because of our psychological deficit which also helped us bridge the gap over logic to reason. Unlike a computer, we could leap beyond “logic” and “decide” if our own “routines” or “programming” should be continuate in processing, deleted, or rewritten. As we grew as a more advanced race (through years of mankind’s teachings, discoveries, and self-discovery) we grew into an arrogant, war-mongering animalistic spirits. Because of our “reasoning” being more “flawed” (as we allowed our instincts to become reprogrammed. As we need such instincts to avoid logic or emotion’s blunders, destructive intentions, and blindly moving to act. Rather than thinking - we would create larger scale world catastrophes, deadlier wars, larger famines, more geostrophic accidents, and many more brutal ways to murder than our original “logic” had dictated us to “not respond to.” Because of such logicless and less instinctive actions being made, we were destroying all in which we created, built, held dear, or the countries in which we founded, lived and fought for. All were being destroyed as "actions, or reactions to” such incidents or “Challenged Events” would lead us down the road as animalistic driven and prehistorical hunting creatures. We were born into this galaxy as advanced and brilliant thinkers. To control our powerful Animal urges and place before them, the logical and more practical redeterminations of such urges, to work.We then were more organized, in thought and spirit. Organized between ourselves and other Human Beings, who inhabited parts in our living spaces, we could then, more peacefully, plan, discuss, and compromise past problems and arguments. So we can peacefully coexist and hold true to our sentient and more gentle ways of ruling our emotions and our lives. The original Human Rule of Thought - (Compared with Gene Roddenberry’s Vulcan Alien Characters of Fiction), “Logic determines our survival. While emotions place damage to it. We need to ‘learn how to suppress our primitive Animalistic emotions and allow our race to use ‘Logic for Civilization, ‘ as our guides.”

The Grey Aliens (who oversaw the exchange of technology for humans) reported such findings of us being a more intellectually superior being, as us Humans were to the Greys. In actuality. Almost ignoring the logic that narrates “however destructive and deadly, advanced brains (that might exceed their own in physical functioning) could become- we (as highly intellectually capable beings, must never forget to always remain planted… with our minds not wondering because of primitive ideals.” The elders of the Grey Political Order Counsel, from their Planet X-Zenon, (over 2 light years away from Earth) became alarmed by such scientific results of the Human brain studies, that they once contemplated taking rule, over Earth, to stop ourselves from self and galaxy annihilation. Although the Elders contemplated gathering an armada of ships to send out to Earth (to start the coup) The fear we were outnumbering them, already on Earth, their species dying on their home planet because of scientific advancement and alteration of the Alien Genetics of their Offspring, unborn, lead to infertility and reproductive handicaps. They needed a solution. We were the solution. However, the Greys knew of our manipulative, psychological warlike strategies and feared that the Humans could rise above them and enslave, or kill their whole race. There were fewer Greys on their home planet, then in Russia (as a country size in a whole). Even with their “advanced technology,” they knew that once we figured out our telekinetic capabilities and also other psi abilities (which we’ve suppressed by will for hundreds of years), we would become even more powerful than they. We had taken the technology that the Greys had given us. Which they had a law governing the prohibiting of expanding technological designs (once developed) and we extended the function and usage of ALL items of Technology. The Velcro bands, the protective fabrics, the unbreakable metals and glasses, their propulsion systems, and communications systems (involving brain “thought and telekinesis amplification and transmission. Recording of dreams and thoughts.“(We took some of the simplest Grey Technology and we made it more “advanced and improved). Sometimes we had gone too far with this process. Nuclear fission and bombs were the main example. it had known The Grays to use magnetic energy, hydrogen space gas scooping and ignition for propulsion, and their sound wave anti-gravity hovering propulsion engines to make their vehicles work. They would store kinetic energy, or form of particle fission accelerators, to store and create power for the long hauls, and shout cuts in space. Their crafts were disc in shape because of the aerodynamic efficiency of the design, the movement of their engine’s magnetic components to rotate at quick speeds to change the gravity from zero to heavy, and to project the fission-sped particles from the bottom of the ships via molecular particle accelerators built along the edges of the disc of the craft. A form of “warp drive.” Gene Roddenberry, an earth soldier, scientist, and famous story writer learned of this process and used information, which he had learned from it -for books he had written. Science Fiction Novels of Humans “going on A Star Trek To Discover New Alien Worlds and Go Further Than Any Man Had Ever Gone Before.” The government forbid him from disclosing, to the public, such findings of technological research successes. Fearing that the “enemy nations” might send spies or have had spies in our country to steal and use such high-powered technology to enslave or wipe out our own nation. The greys knew that us Humans were brutal fighters, dictators, and sometimes power-hungry entities and tried their best to invent “cloaking devices” to make their presence unknown to us. While running survey missions or abducting humans for their genetic species saving research trips. However, even in the 1940s and 1950s, the Greys assumed we’d still be far too primitive to see past their “mirror and light disguises” and never figure out that we were being watched. All technology has its drawbacks. And the Grey’s holographic, light adaptation, and rotating mirror projection systems had signs of visual defects. The weird lights, which fighter pilots had seen in pairs or in numbers, were in fact the lights beamed from the projectors and into the various machine parts – in attempts to (like a chameleon) become “part of the scenery.” As we figured such processes out, to perfection, we could target such faults and capture whole ships (with crew) without firing a single missile. We would use energy weapons and Energy Magnetic Pulses (like what the Greys used as weapons and propulsion) to cripple their crafts and force their vulnerable alien bodies into submission to land and surrender. When the aliens from Planet K-Nutrix discovered where their lost relatives crash landed centuries ago, figuring out our location and layout of nations during the 60s and present – being the “original Humans” or “Nitruxians,” they could land, hide their machines, and blend in with us to learn how to adapt and how to find their lost links. What they discovered filled them with hope. We were their missing relatives, genetically enhanced by the Reptilians’ for speed, strength, and higher intellects for slavery…occupying and controlling a distant world that equaled almost a half and two-thirds of their own planet population. They had realized, because of such genetic modification by the Reptilians’, that we would have to be taught how to cope with the aggressive, animalistic properties or “deficits” because of such higher intellects. The Reptilian race way far more intellectually advanced than the Greys in every aspect. They were a lot more like Humans in hand structuring, muscular and stance, and were stronger fighters. While the Greys tried to fight within the aspects of defense, the Reptilian Race were not only fighters to conquer whole planetary systems, they were shrewd businessmen and ladies. The species were cunning, like the Humans, they knew how to adapt technology and even medical genetics to better their causes and species. Similar in theory to the Human Simien to Modern Day Human, the Reptilians’ were rumored to have crawled from a lake as huge Alligator-like 4 legged reptiles (as found on Earth), however, on their home world of X-B3 – it was a humid, jungle ridden, and bug swarmed planet. No deserts, no snow-laden areas, and few mountainous regions. As the reptilian race evolved, they grew to stand upright, the front two paws became their five fingered hands, and their hind legs became their legs and feet. The tail also fell off, however, unlike most Earth reptiles who lay eggs to bear their young, Reptilians’ give normal “Human-Like” births. However, 13 months was their normal gestation period before giving a healthy Reptilian Birth. They ruled the Government of X-B3 by two dictators. The High Priestess, Drunix Larg family members or “heir to the High Governing Priestess Thrown” and the Front King Alinx Frednig “Base Level Governing Male Thrown Heirs.” They considered female Reptilians’ smarter, more patient, and very much the caretaker for all she had in her family. The males were classified as being “lower in class” because of their horrible temperaments, lack of patience, war like obsessions, and something regarded them as “less intelligent.” These species of aliens knew how to adapt to ANY environment and survive. That if you hacked off one of their limbs, unlike Humans, they grew the missing parts back, in their place. Unlike the Greys, who were purely telekinetic in communication, the Reptilians were both. With one another, for privacy and secrets of high government and family laws; they communicated with Telekinesis. A Female was the courier, and the male was the “Legal Note Bearer.” Taking own notes, from across the planet, as the Females pushed the notices through the males mind. Instincts took over, and they transcribed whole doctrines – Legal State and Legal Family Bodies in such a manner. Such had worked for thousands of years. Reptilian Scholars would later know the books teaching Human Slaves as the “Books of Secrets -Power Balance and Life Structure.” Their writing was also hieroglyphic. In nature, almost like the Aztecs and Ancient Egyptians. We discovered only a small variance in what they used pictures in their languages in the late 1970s. It was after another Grey attempt to abduct Humans. However, this alien species got discovered after he tried to steal the forbidden “Book of The Spirit’s Language” (from the sacred Reptilian Library) when a “Legal State Male Law Enforcer” stowed aboard his vessel and forced landed the alien spacecraft. The Hanger 18 issue of 1981 was when the spaceship landing, became detailed in research. Facts lead to the craft being programmed, by the alien pilots, provide a “controlled crash landing to Earth.” Scientists in the mid-1990’s, refiling the transcripts from this crash investigation, discovered that the libraries on the spacecraft that were supposedly from a Humanoid Type Race, was in fact a stolen Reptilian Fighter Craft. The one the Spinx Fer Grey alien tried to used to smuggle the ancient texts in and also flooded the computers with contents from the other sixty-two copies of the one thousand page Holy Doctrines from the Reptilians’ “Sacred Hall Of Heaven’s Light.” The Reptilian Commander “Low Base Legal King Thrown Heir” sabotaged the vessel by dumping toxic chemical beakers over, to create a deadly gas. Killing the two “Humanoid Genetically Altered Physical Appearances (a disguise for the Grey Pilots) and shot out the airlock in a jet pack-equipped pressure suit. Just before landing, the Reptilian King changed the clues (in the original computers) so that it appeared if Human-Like Beings were monitoring Earth’s signals and returning to the planet to investigate the progress of their genetically identical cousins back on Earth. Reptilians’ brought the Humans to Earth from K-Nutrix. As the Humans on the home world were peace-enforcing, scientifically minded, and technologically advanced telepaths sought as intelligent slave hands for the Reptilians’ who wished to mine precious metals, resources, and set up another “satellite regal center” among the vegetation in the ancient area of Samaritan. The Samaritans were the first genetically altered K-Nutrix Humans to form a rebellion to their slave masters and vanish them back to their home world. However, as slaves, the ancient Humans got taken care of well. Lovingly in fact by the Priestess of High Law (on the satellite city on Earth.” The Reptilians’ had a strict Regal Law prohibiting the misuse or treatment of slave labor (as they were considered “precious gifts of living tools” as “shined down on the Humans, for the Reptilian Race’s Living Aid Spirit Tools, as anointed by the “Holy Aid of The Eternal Spirits(priests), by their “Reptilian Eternal God Spirits.”). According to the Reptilian Laws, (which were also part of their religion), Humans were low in intellectual, identity, and being-advancement levels; however, the scripts enforced strict education of such “spirit Tools(Human Slaves),” Healthy Keep and Medicine for their Spirit Tool, and “Technology teachings” (only to aid the Reptilians’ in helping the Humans build machines (and tools to make their labor tasks, less dangerous or less in burdens,) while working their assigned Family Kingdom Labor Tasks (everything from washing clothes, building new homes, refurbishing relics and ancient books, and also providing the Kings and Priestesses(of their assigned Reptilian Family Kingdoms), their “Royal” Toilette and Bathing Services). On Earth, they used the Human “Holy Spirit Tools to make the bases, Castles, and Ancient Energy Manufacturing Plants, and Administration buildings. It housed them in long, luxurious tents filled with oils, furs, and bedding. Inside the Royal Hall of The Eternal Spirits”. (alongside of the main Castle. About the size of a modern-day large scale 4 floor army barracks). Each living quarters tent had twelve beds. There were 1,000 Human Spirit Tools in Total. At first, the Humans looked up to their Slave Owners as “gods” and worshiped them with temples (pyramids) - lined with gold, beautiful sculptures, and stories of their greatness and history along the halls leading to the most prized mummified Reptilian Remains. Coincidentally, each Reptilian King or Priestess buried or “mummified in their golden tombs,” had their most faithful Spirit Tool Slave, Buried alongside of them in the same sarcophagus. Since the reptilians had hollow bones and scales, even when mummified; after thousands of years lying untouched and naturally degrading over time, the bones turned to powder. As did the scales. Only the crown, Royal Kingdom Jewels, and the Royal Crown on their Spirit Tool Human’s Heads, and lastly the body of the Human, lie beside the ‘Now Invisible Master’s Body,” would lie intact. Earlier archeologists attributed the extra Jewels and Crowns as “Gifts to the Pharos and their Gods.” Little did they know, these were the spaces which marked the final resting space of the Reptilian Ancestry. History of Mankind’s TRUE Origin. When the Egyptian and Aztec Hieroglyphics compared with the symbols as noted as the “Historic Origins of Humans” (as left in the stolen Reptilian Space Fighter Craft by the Thieving Greys), it was then after the Spring of 2020, when the Humans discovered the whole truth. Pieced together by all the information got from the ancient writing on the walls of the Pyramids and also from the printouts from the Starship’s Computers. We were still “not of Earth Origin,” however, we were not monkey-mates of aliens looking to reproduce. They smuggled us Humans, from another world. Trafficked by the Great Leaders of Business and the Morally Upper - Classed Slave owners. Those of Whom planted our species, on the Earth, and helped to start another “Human Parallel Life Race,” here on Earth. Religion, crude governmental imposed laws (based upon religion rules and fear of the unknown) and for centuries – we trained our minds to erase and inhibit all traces of advanced mind abilities. The governments were all organized alike the Reptilians who had enslaved us on Earth , centuries ago. The rich drew in followers and claimed rights of power because of “gold influence” and “truth-sounding ‘Speeches of brainwashing propaganda.” We defined “what society needs to be,” “what it has to be, “and who is acceptable and who is not,” We based our laws upon perceptions influenced upon religious influence, personal perceptions on “what is wrong and what is right,” based rules upon “parental teachings and ill-practiced emotional and physical disciplinary practices” and also “emotional conditioning based upon life’s interactions.” Such reasoning to avoid the “extraordinary, “Avoid the unknown,” “Discredit the scientific facts which conflict with personal religious and personal life views,” “denying witnessed events as ‘Mental weaknesses-’” all were due to our yet “readiness” to reach a thinking point of “acceptance” of what is or was above our logic( defined upon ancestors who were right, but, they were “still locked into a one way one answer” unlogical ideals that, until ready to accept a “correction or admission to another addition or explanation of our rightful logical start” It doomed us to remain on the same “looped generationally evolutional track” until we could learn “to switch to the endless tracks” of expandability. The alien visitors from K-Nutrix grew in a society well more advanced than our own. The world in which they grew up in and instructed why ideologies, in which no “one big government ruling body” or “Country Governmental Systems-“ they grew up in a unilateral, equal leveled, worldly “order” who drew their laws upon expandable theories and disciplines .That of which are based on human “understanding “ and “discipline to research opposing theoretical points of view” and who, how, and at the moment of action our actions “did and would affect the parts of the world “ as in “cause and effect,” “emotional and physical damages to self and others” . All of which understood as “reaction” responses to interactions in the moments of excursions and we then trained our Human minds to “never react upon emotion,” however, to “determine what logic should set aside in their place . To help the emotions become processed and help to bring about Self Beneficial and worldly actions, responses, and logic rules” to benefit the self and also the world around them.

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