#Douglass Cross

[skellyuniverse]

*Sigh* I am new to the fandom publically. I got back, seriously, into my obsession over Henry Stickmin. And I am finally brave enough to post stuff about it. And best way should be by doing the #Stickmintober chart. Am I late? Yes. Do I care? Nope! I did stuff all the way up to 9th of October and more will come. Now to be clear. This is all in MS Paint. I NEVER drew humans before and I never shaded before. All I am capable of using for my art is Paint and a bit of Gimp. So... don't devour me. 1. This one, like many other, include a character I made. After messing a little with Character AIs I got to write quite a roleplay and story within the THSC universe. I titled it "Facing the Future". Which... is pretty generic type of idea where we see kids of various ships. Here I introduce Charlie Stickmin! A Rosemin kid (she has a brother). Why lavender hair? Idk it looked cool and unique. I won't talk about her as much in detail unless someone asks. 2. More kids from Facing the Future. This time as Toppats (Noramlly neither of them is a Toppat in the story. The clan was taken down and all members are either reformed, dead or jailed) 3. Charles the uncle! This is Ellry (might change the name someday). Younger brother of Charlie. Charles in this story is super attached and close to Henry and Ellie's little family. In this story he's also Aro-Ace (cry about it) 4. Curtisson! What more do I say? 5. Earrings appreciation time. In my story she is Sven's older sister. 6. Why Mr. Teal? I got attached. I love Teal and Cyan and can never tell them apart either. And I use him as a background and situational Toppat in the story lo 7. Oh ho? Who is Carol Cross with that she has a son? (and not one) Who can guess can win a virtual cookie lol. 8. Not the kind of Panprice one would wish for. But cool eh? 9. Ha ha AUs. I once had a dream where the characters were animals and just lived in the jungle where the Orbital Station would be. I don't have as much plot for it but if you want more characters in animal form you may request... I guess?

[automaticheartcrusade]

No because am I the only Hatchetfield fan who’s still not over that massive lore dump that was revealed during the Halloween stream where they casually drop the fact that Duke Keane’s dad was murdered by Wilbur Cross in 2005? And also say that Duke’s dad was the sheriff of Hatchetfield? Because good GOD I need elaboration, I need to know what happened. What if that’s how Wilbur Cross and Miss Holloway collided in the first place, because she confronted him about killing Duke’s dad. And the fact that SO much shit went down in 2005 like I’m praying for the day they show us everything that happened that year wether it be a flashback on stage if it’s possible or in Nightmare Time cause I can’t take hearing about events anymore, I want to see it happen in real time, which of course again all depends on budget and what’s possible ect but still, crossing my fingers!

[goldthorn-archive]

sender chews on a lock of the receiver's hair. [13] - Bucky being dog-coded in his cute aggression with Gale

prompt list here

hi anon! i’m always down for some dog-coded bucky <3 here’s ~400 words, hope u like it x

Bucky’s pleased. Gale had agreed to come out to the pub with the rest of the boys, even though it’s really not how Gale would choose to spend an evening. It’s usually too loud, too brash, too like the places he was forced to wait in as a child. But tonight, Bucky hardly had to beg before Gale agreed.

Tonight there’s a warm feeling in the air, something like safety. Gale’s surrounded by his men, and they didn’t lose anyone on today’s mission, which really, is unheard of. Everyone’s in good spirits, including Bucky, who’s sharing the booth with Gale, bodies warmly pressed together. Curt’s just gone to get another round, and Crosby and Douglass are engaged in some light-hearted argument about something Dougie said in the plane earlier that day. Gale’s not paying close attention.

Bucky’s been drinking steadily tonight, but not to drown out the emotions of the day. No, tonight he’s drinking to celebrate being alive with his friends, and the alcohol has him feeling a little loopy with happiness. Gale is pressed up against him on the bench and John is giddy with the feeling. Gale’s not much shorter than him, but he’s slighter, and with the way he’s lounging against John, his golden hair is just below Bucky’s face.

Bucky presses a kiss to Gale’s hair, feels the man shift slightly but not move away. Gale’s hair smells so good, and so like him as Bucky breathes, deep inhales, face pressed to Gale’s head. The alcohol thrumming through his system is slowing him down, slowing his thoughts down so that his body feels like it’s moving ahead of him.

“Bucky,” Gale jerks upright, and John gazes at him, eyes a little crossed. Gale reaches a hand up to his head, makes a grimace when he touches a patch of spit-wet hairs. “My hair,” he drawls, a tone of complaint that Bucky can pick up, even in his current state. It’s just, Gale’s hair smelled so nice, and it was so soft under his chin, and, and, his mouth was right there, and Bucky wondered what Gale might taste like. He’d taken a clump of Gale’s hair between his teeth, felt the coarse fibres of gold on his tongue.

Bucky just smiles dopily at Gale, and really, Gale finds it hard to stay annoyed, especially when Bucky tells him, “just wanted to see if you really were that sweet.”

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

The Thunder That Follows | 1. Do You Think I'd Give Up?

Frank Castle x Fem Reader

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summary: Frank meets a mysterious new foe.

warnings: None for this chapter

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word count: 933

Frank Castle was not used to competition in his line of work. Sure Red was a pain about the ‘no killing’ thing whenever their paths crossed, but there weren’t exactly a lot of people (except the scumbags he was after) getting in the way of his work. That was until tonight.

The HVAC system of the building hummed in his ears as he stalked the halls of the 72nd floor of the Skyward Airlines corporate offices. Every corner he turned led to a different executive suite, each one more plush and lavish than the last with modern furnishings and stunning views of the New York skyline. Not a soul was around to enjoy the luxury and he was growing more agitated with every room he entered that turned up empty. The bastard had to be in here somewhere.

He took the stairs two at a time to the 67th floor, wondering if C Suite assholes like Herman Douglass even knew his company had space on the lower floor, where all the underpaid employees - regular people with rent to pay and families to feed, worked overtime to make sure he could buy a yacht that sat empty docked in the Hudson most of the year.

He sighed with relief as he turned the corner and saw a light coming from under a door in the long hallway ahead. A woman’s voice giggled from behind it and he heard his target hum in agreement.

Having an affair with his younger secretary, how cliche.

Frank waited patiently for a few moments, listening to see if there was any chance the woman would slip out of the room and leave him the opportunity he was there for in the first place.

“Oh darling, there’s a special gift for you I forgot on my desk upstairs. Why don’t you be a dear and go get it?” the male voice said from behind the door

Perfect.

“Oh yes, Mr. Douglass!” she agreed with another giggle

She didn’t see Frank standing in the shadows waiting as she flung open the door and traipsed down the hallway, hips swinging as she went.

Frank took the opportunity and slipped into the conference room where Douglass sat, leaned back in a chair with his feet on the conference table. He had a smug expression on his pudgy, red face as he undid another button on his dress shirt.

The click of the gun alarmed him as he spun in his seat, sputtering and scrambling to his feet to meet his visitor.

“What… what could I possibly be… The Punisher… but I’m not some low life.. I mean, I…” Douglass stammered

“Shut it Douglass, like all those heroin strains being laced with whatever fucked up shit that’s killing people ain’t getting transported on your planes.”

“I don’t know anything about heroin transportation you must have the wrong…”

Bang.

The sound of a gunshot rang out through the conference room and Herman Douglass flinched, ready to meet his maker.

But it seemed as if time stopped and both he and the man who fired the gun stared at the bullet, suspended in mid air.

A woman appeared between them, holding the bullet between her index finger and thumb.

“Who the hell—?”

But before he could finish his sentence, she spun around and landed her fist right on Douglass’ temple, rendering him unconscious as he slumped against the table.

She turned to face Frank, combat boots thumping on the grey carpet as she threw the bullet on the floor and stepped towards him.

“This one is mine, Castle.” she exclaimed, stepping on her tip toes to nearly press her nose to his. “There’s more to this heroin transport than just him. I need him alive. For now.”

Frank could see the anger in her eyes. After all, it was about all he could see of her. The cowl of her grey athletic zip up and a black beanie covered most of her face, and her black cargo pants hid the rest.

“Can’t let that happen.” Frank replied

“And why not?”

“Cause he’s been facilitating some nasty drug trafficking, the kind that’s been gettin’ people killed.”

“I’m aware of that. Why do you think I’m here?”

“Honestly, not a fuckin’ clue. Don’t even know who you are.”

“You don’t have to. I’m here about his crimes too and he will be dealt with. But later.”

The woman waved a keycard in Franks face. Herman Douglass’ work keycard to be exact.

“This is my ticket to figuring out just who is paying him to move the drugs. But I need him alive.”

“So I’m just supposed to go on my merry way then? Huh? That it?” Frank asked “Look lady, I have no idea who you are or how you stopped my bullet out of thin air or just… appeared. But I ain’t about to just take the word of some stranger that he’ll end up dead and not just kill him myself right now.”

The woman shrugged.

“Just stay out of my way, Castle.”

Frank barely had time to react as the woman disappeared before his eyes just as she had been before. He had no idea where she was until his gun was out of his hand and striking him against the forehead. Then it was black.

The alleyway where Frank woke up smelled of hot garbage, reeking of a New York summer air that lingered in your nose for days. His head pounded as he tried to recall how he’d ended up here.

A woman, who was there then not? No that couldn’t be right…

[leonardperreault]

how my NHL au's are spending the 4 nations break!

jj tkachuk

shes 7 months pregnant and nesting

theyre planning to drive up to ann arbor to see luca then roadtrip to toronto to see the fantillis

she wishes she could go to montreal then boston but they just dont think its smart for her to fly

nora hughes

her and quinn are travelling back to michigan

theyre gonna spend sometime at the lake house with bubbe, grandpa, and lukey

then theyll travel to boston to watch jack in the final few games of the four nations!

kylee miller

shes trying to see if she can pull off coming to see luke for a weekend

BUT her teammates are already planning a surprise for him to come down this weekend

maggie smith

maggie is stuck in jersey working!

but she plans on going to boston with the hughes' when theyre at the end of the tournament

caroline hughes

staying home and finishing up her induction treatment

luke, quinn and will all come and stay with her; while ellen and jim go support jack

she enjoys the brother and boyfriend time getting some comfort in it

parker douglass

mack is planning to surprise her after the beanpot finals and spend as much time with her as he can before he HAS to report back to san jose

carter hughes

still in philly in med school doing her clinicals

shes sad she can't go watch jack but shes hoping she can make something work so she can see him in boston

keeping her fingers crossed

[brotherwtf]

modern clegan equestrian au, anyone? (I swear I'm working on that Olympic au I just got sidetracked)

Gale is a Grand Prix show English show jumper, and John is a nation renowned Western Barrel racer

There is beef between the English and Western riders at Thorpe Abbotts ranch, ie: the riders are competing to see which discipline brings the most blue ribbons (and money) to the barn

The Western riders (John, Curt, Douglass, Rosie) all argue that their discipline is more interesting and less uppity, besides, John himself has 13 blue ribbons for barrel racing

The English riders (Gale, Croz, Blakely, Hambone) argue that their discipline is more refined and requires actual skill as opposed to just speed, and Gale has been courted by the Olympics team

Nobody beefs more than John and Gale, though

They walk by the "leaderboard" (they made it themselves, the owner of the ranch couldn't care less about their competition) and point out each of their ribbons and trophies to the other

Each side jokes that they desperately want to fuck each other, but John and Gale refuse to see it

One night, they get locked in a tack room and have to be around each other for an unhealthy amount of time (they want to fuck each other so bad)

They get into one of their petty arguments, comparing the prices of their tack, and John makes a nasty comment that Gale only uses "daddy's money" to get all the stuff he wants

Gale breaks down, as much as Gale can breakdown in public, and confesses that his father is essentially deadbeat, everything he owns he had to pay with his own money

John feels sympathy for him, and they become tentative friends

They start teaching each other more about their disciplines, Gale shows John how to jump and John shows him how to barrel race

The rest of the ranch (especially their friends) notice how close they're getting and make fun of them MASSIVELY

What if one of them gets hurt during one of their competitions, where the other just happens to be and nurses them back to health (insert cliche here)

Gale and John realise their feelings for each other then, that they really do care for the other and that they do want to fuck each other

They start dating, and the feud between Western and English disciplines sort of dies out after that

I was a horse girl in my youth, so this brought me immense joy to write about

Other silly headcanons below the cut

Gale actually takes up western riding, mainly for pleasure, and John makes fun of him for it to this day

The first time John successfully makes it over a jump, Gale buys him dinner and takes him to bed etc etc

Curt and John both barrel race, Douglass does cattle roping, and Rosie does cutting (basically can you control your horse with as little rein as possible)

Gale tried cross country jumping, but after an injury decided to just do show jumping

Croz and Hambone both do dressage, the best in the nation actually

Blakely does cross country jumping and tries to make Douglass try it, but fails miserably

John has a really beautiful black and white paint named Our Baby (John calls him Baby)

Gale has a black Morgan named Liberty Belle (Gale sometimes calls his and Johns horse Baby Belle when they start dating)

[ausetkmt]

On this day in 1838, Frederick Douglass escaped to freedom and found his calling as a leading voice in the abolitionist movement. Douglass escaped slavery by boarding a train to Havre de Grace, Maryland.

He was dressed in a sailor's uniform, provided to him by Anna Murray, (he married her 12 days later, she was a free Black woman in Baltimore) she also gave him part of her savings to cover his travel costs, and carried identification papers which he had obtained from a free black seaman. He crossed the Susquehanna River by ferry at Havre de Grace, then continued by train to Wilmington, Delaware.

From there he went by steamboat to "Quaker City" (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) and continued to the safe house of abolitionist David Ruggles in New York; the whole journey took less than 24 hours. Frederick Douglass later wrote of his arrival in New York: "I have often been asked, how I felt when first I found myself on free soil. And my readers may share the same curiosity. There is scarcely anything in my experience about which I could not give a more satisfactory answer.

A new world had opened upon me. If life is more than breath, and the 'quick round of blood,' I lived more in one day than in a year of my slave life. It was a time of joyous excitement which words can but tamely describe.

In a letter written to a friend soon after reaching New York, I said: 'I felt as one might feel upon escape from a den of hungry lions.' Anguish and grief, like darkness and rain, may be depicted; but gladness and joy, like the rainbow, defy the skill of pen or pencil."

Frederick Douglass first tried to escape from Freeland, who had hired him out from his owner Colonel Lloyd, but was unsuccessful. In 1836, he tried to escape from his new owner Covey, but failed again. In 1837, Douglass met and fell in love with Anna Murray, her freedom strengthened his belief in the possibility of his own.

Once he had arrived, he sent for Murray to follow him to New York; she arrived with the necessary basics for them to set up home. They were married on September 15, 1838, by a black Presbyterian minister eleven days after his arrival in New York.

[whencyclopedia]

Siege of Fort Erie

The Siege of Fort Erie (4 August to 21 September 1814) was one of the last major military operations of the War of 1812. Following the bloody Battle of Lundy's Lane, a US army retreated into Fort Erie, where it was soon besieged by a British force. Although the Americans withstood the siege, they would ultimately abandon the fort anyway.

Siege of Fort Erie

E. C. Watmough (Public Domain)

Background: Invasion & Retreat

Early on the morning of 3 July 1814, a US army crossed the Niagara River and captured the British stronghold of Fort Erie, beginning the final American invasion of British Canada. Hoping to restore honor to the US Army after a series of humiliating defeats as well as to conquer Canadian territory to use as a bargaining chip for the upcoming peace negotiations in Europe, US Major General Jacob Brown was determined to push up the Niagara Peninsula and seize as much land as possible. After securing Fort Erie, Brown's army moved north and defeated the Right Division of the British Army at the Battle of Chippawa (5 July 1814). Shocked by their defeat, the British withdrew to Fort George to regroup, leading to a weeks-long stalemate as American and Canadian militia units skirmished with one another, consuming the Niagara countryside in blood and flames.

On 25 July, General Gordon Drummond, the lieutenant governor of Upper Canada, arrived to take command of the battered British army at Fort George. Drummond had spent the last few months whipping the province into military readiness, having already imposed martial law and having helped to oversee the executions of eight traitors in the town of Ancaster. Now, he was determined to halt the American attack and marched out to meet the invaders, leading to the hard-fought Battle of Lundy's Lane. Though the battle ended in a stalemate, it was one of the bloodiest actions of the war; by the time the fighting finally died down around midnight, around 1,700 men were left dead or wounded on the field (approximately 850 casualties on each side). General Brown, who had taken a bullet to the thigh, was incapacitated after the battle, meaning that command of the American army fell to one of his subordinates, Brigadier General Eleazer Wheelock Ripley. A more cautious man than Brown, Ripley knew that the American army was in no condition to renew the fight – indeed, they had only about 750 men in fighting condition and were running low on supplies, while the British could afford to wait for reinforcements and fresh provisions. On the morning of 26 July, therefore, Ripley abandoned the blood-soaked fields around Lundy's Lane and withdrew to the relative safety of Fort Erie.

Upon returning to Fort Erie, Ripley still felt exposed and wanted to withdraw back across the river to New York and end the campaign altogether. But Brown, who was livid when he learned of Ripley's retreat to Fort Erie, refused to allow this. Still too wounded to lead the army himself, Brown sent the more aggressive Brigadier General Edmund Pendleton Gaines to take command from Ripley and instructed him to hold Fort Erie at all costs. Gaines knew that it was only a matter of time before the British came to lay siege and immediately worked to increase the fort's defenses. Since Fort Erie was too small to hold Gaines' entire army – approximately 2,800 men by early August – the Americans' first task was to expand it, which they did by extending the wall about half a mile further south. They also constructed new fortifications, including a redoubt dubbed 'Battery Towson' (in honor of its commander, artillery Captain Nathan Towson) built atop Snake Hill, another battery near the lakeshore called the 'Douglass Battery', as well as a dry ditch, filled with sharpened wooden spikes, that surrounded the outside of the fort. The Americans also covered the fields around the fort with obstacles such as felled trees, to obstruct any infantry assault.

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[poetrex]

Old Glory, What Shall Brothers Now Become?

after David W. Blight When our old John was smoldering ere he left us with a wave, Not all Brown’s sons would join him on his march into the grave. Nor yet would Frederick Douglass give his boys to free the slave— But a change is going to come. Glory, glory, what shall brothers now become? Old Glory, glory, what shall brothers now become? Old Glory, glory, what shall brothers now become? A change is going to come. How the price of eggs hath raised incumbents on a Cross! We burn the Lily on it, & learn nothing from the loss. To make the soil Great again, we’ll pay the greater cost— A change is going to come. Now approacheth danger from the path of least respect To pardon those who sought to overturn whom we elect, A nation of freemen to don the noose around its neck— But change is going to come. The Court says that the President has slip the bonds of law! Though we may yet extract ourselves from out the tyrant’s maw, To tolerate intolerance is toleration’s flaw— A change is going to come. & Clausewitz says War is for the politicking scene; It doesn't mean that Politics is war by other means. But tyranny's our sickness, & the vote is our vaccine! A change is going to come. John Brown's a-moldering where we left him in the grave, & Legally, you're no longer allowed to own a slave. O say, do stars look kindly on the banner that yet waves? Our work is never done! Solidarity forever! Solidarity forever! Solidarity forever, For the Union makes us strong! Say brother, will you find me where the forest meets the trees? Oh sister, take my hand across a border still at peace. We’re all in this together now, to varying degrees— A change is going to come. * * * Written November 2024.

[skellyuniverse]

Facing the Future Ask Blog

I opened the Ask Blog long time ago but Ig not everyone saw it? Please I really wish to start it. I will even try to do answers with art! If I have the mood, motivation and time ofc. If not than just in text. You can ask all characters below: Canon: Henry, Ellie, Charles, Sven, Burt, RHM, Reginald, Rupert, Dave, Macbeth, Carol, Earrings, Victoria, Bukowski Twins, Thomas, Geoffrey and... EVERYONE ACTUALLY! From the Fan Kids: Charlie and Ellry Stickmin, Sam (Hunter) Price, Nicole Copperbottom, Merry (Moss) and Maxim Curtis, Douglass Tristan and Mavis Cross, Cody Gritz, Sofie Mac, Sydney July and a TON more. And overall, more. Rules: Nothing to explict. Otherwise go nuts! And please respect character's prides. For example Charles is Aro-Ace. No romance, no shipping. Also no shipping between the fankids (they're all below 15) If you need info about the series, here are previous blogs:

[brotherwtf]

Saw this prompt on another post Clegan please

72. “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”

I love your writing

HMM?? oh now this is gonna be good, thank you so much for the support!!

haven't written about my firefighter/detective au in a minute, so have a little drabble!

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John has a fuck ass grin on his face, and Gale knows he's going to do something stupid, again.

Gale was at the fire station for lunch, as had become his tradition before he even started dating John, and was slowly regretting leaving the quiet of the police precinct.

Hambone and Douglass had commandeered the firehose and were spraying it upward, running underneath it and shoving the other firefighters into it. At some point, John had joined their rough housing and had gotten soaked, eyes bright and laugh as loud as always.

Gale watched from his spot in the garage safely away from the water, chuckling when John would shout something crass at Harding.

It was only when John came into the garage with a mischievous look on his face that Gale started to worry. He stalked towards Gale like a predator would his prey, arms wide and absolutely soaking wet. Gale stood and started to back away from him.

"John I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it," Gale said and yelped when John immediately scooped him up into his arms.

"Come on, babe, it's fun!! It's just a little water!" John crows and turns back towards the firehose.

Gale kicks and protests against John's hold, but ultimately gets soaked under the spray of the water, spluttering and shouting all sorts of profanities as John laughs triumphantly. Once John puts him down, Gale gives him an honest to God shove.

"Aww, Gale I'm sorry! Come here, doll," John pouts when Gale crosses his arms and promptly ignores him.

"You're sleeping on the couch, I have to go back to work!" Gale shouts, but finds himself huffing a laugh at the way John now pouts at him.

Even soaking wet, Gale couldn't help but smile at how adorable John looked. He acquiesces, allowing John to keep him a quick, wet kiss.

He joins in on their fun, pushing John around in the spray of the water, and he tries to remember the last time he has had this much fun.