#Navy Carson

[coffee-n-ocs]

Onyx Soul: Navy Carson-Harlow, Shape-Shifter (2001)

The youngest Carson-Harlow sibling, and the only girl. Navy is Shape-Shifter, an extremely rare being, the majority of Gravesend looks down on her, and her parents 'blood-mixing'.

"What's wrong? You look upset."

Name

Full Legal Name: Navy Keanu Quinlan Carson-Harlow First Name: Navy Meaning: From the English word meaning 'Sea force, Fleet, Armed forces of the sea' Pronunciation: NAY-vee Origin: English Middle Name(s): Keanu, Quinlan Meaning(s): Keanu: Means 'The cool breeze' from the Hawaiian 'Ke', a definite article, and 'Anu' 'Coolness' Quinlan: From an Irish surname, an Anglicized form of 'Ó Caoindealbháin', itself from the given name 'Caoindealbhán', derived from Old Irish 'Cain' 'Handsome' and 'Delb' 'Form, Image' Pronunciation: keh-A-noo, KWIN-lan Origin: Hawaiian, English Surname(s): Carson, Harlow Meaning(s): Carson: Meaning uncertain, possibly from the town of Courson in Normandy Harlow: Habitational name derived from a number of locations named 'Harlow’, from Old English 'Hær’ 'Rock, Heap of stones’ or 'Here’ 'Army’, combined with 'Hlaw’ 'Hill’ Pronunciation: KAHR-sen, HAHR-lo Origin: Scottish. English Aliases: Keanu Carson-Harlow, Quinlan Carson-Harlow, Navy Carson, Keanu Carson, Quinlan Carson, Navy Harlow, Keanu Harlow, Quinlan Harlow Nicknames: Nav, Kea, Quin Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 21 Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns (Can Shift to being male or N.B) Race: Shape-Shifter (1/2 Vampire 1/2 Werewolf) Nationality: American Ethnicity: White Birth Date: January 9th 1980 Sexuality: Bisexual Religion: Wiccan Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, French Relationship Status: Single Astrological Sign: Capricorn Face Claim: Milly Alcock

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Gravesend Current Residence: Gravesend Have They Been Beyond The Veil: Yes

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm Weight: [Data Redacted] Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Blonde Hair Dye: None (Though Shifting does allow her to dye without dye) Body Hair: None (Unless in the form of an animal) Facial Hair: N/A Tattoos: Can change through shifting Piercings: Can change through shifting Scars: None (Healing factor) Clothing Style: Gothic, smart, shirts, tank-tops, slacks, boots, etc.

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Drinks Synthetic Blood Illnesses/Disorders: Autism Medications: None Any Specific Diet: None, Only drinks Synthetic blood

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Carson-Harlow Family Friends: Dana Carlisle, Hayden Harlow, Phoenix Carson, Harley Yancy Enemies: Mayor Tatum, the rest of the town hates her Mentor: None Significant Other: None (Yet) Previous Partners: None Parents: Regulus 'Rex' Carson (Missing, Father), Candace Harlow (Missing, Mother, Née Sinclair) Parents-In-Law: None Siblings: Hayden Harlow (27, Half-Brother), Phoenix Carson (23, Half-Brother) Siblings-In-Law: None Nieces & Nephews: None Children: None Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Notes

Occupation: Writer, Artist, Researcher Tropes: (Purely Speculative)

Animorphism: Can change into any animal she wants to

Body Horror: Some transformations, especially if forced

Fangs Are Evil

Forced Transformation: Under duress (Hypnotism, torture, etc.) Navy will do anything to escape

Glowing Eyelights of Undeath: Glowing blue eyes under moonlight

Healing Factor: double the speed of a normal human

Hypnotic Eyes: Navy has not yet mastered this

Innate Night Vision

Long-Lived: Has a life span twice as long as a human's

The Nose Knows

Personality Remnant: Every time she shifts, she keeps her smarts

The Power of Blood: Navy only drinks Synthetic

Shapeshifting Excludes Clothing

Stronger With Age

Super Hearing

Super Senses

Super Speed

Super Strength

Super Toughness

Transformation Horror

Undeath Always Ends

Undeathly Pallor: Extremely pale skin under moonlight

Vampire-Werewolf Love Triangle: Is the result of a Vampire and Werewolf falling in love

Vampiric Werewolf: being a 1/2 Vamp 1/2 Wolf Shifter

Voluntary Shapeshifting

Wolves Always Howl at the Moon

[stormyboi7]

happy (belated) international women’s day! i drew some ladies i like to celebrate!

jane, bottom left, belongs to @clanso. elsi, bottom right, belongs to @leiposting.

[svalleynow]

Community keeps memory of 'The Fallen Five' alive 9 years after tragedy

Community keeps memory of 'The Fallen Five' alive 9 years after tragedy...

July 16, 2024 marks the 9-year anniversary of the terrorist attack in Chattanooga that killed 4 marines and a Navy sailor. In  2015, a man opened fire at a military recruiting center and then went to the Naval Operational Support Center, killing 5 service members in the attack. Those 5 service members include Sergeant Carson Holmquist, Lance Corporal Skip Wells, Navy Petty Officer Second Class…

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 2 out of 5

When I first picked up Stinger, I only picked it up because a prim and proper law student meeting an adult entertainer seemed rather intriguing. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Wrong.

Within the first hundred pages or so, you get what you might be expecting after reading the summary on the back of the book. What I DID NOT expect was these two individuals going back to their lives and changing.

FIVE YEARS LATER, Grace has stayed somewhat on her path in law, but Carson… Carson completely dropped the porn industry in favor of becoming a Navy Seal!

Are all the military ops and vigilante missions believable? Maybe, maybe not. But it proved to be one hell of a read after I almost gave up on it.

There is humor and drama and spice, but the spice isn’t very descriptive so if you’re not a fan of spice, you’ll be alright with this read.

What I originally was gonna rate 3 stars ended up becoming a five star for me.

Some triggers you should know are: cheating, human trafficking, and mentions of SA.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* Cue awkward run in on page 3 🤭

* Okay… at first I thought Carson was a cocky jerk, but him riling Grave up about their “kids” had me chuckling.

* And now we’re stuck in an elevator. Yes!

* Oh my god. She said yes to the weekend with a porn star 😏

* Sooooo, sex with a porn star was pretty quick, no? I expected more.

* Also… she missed the beginning of her conference 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Why do I get the feeling Carson’s gonna give up porn to be with Grace 🤔 and that’s gonna cause some drama (his agents going after Grace and making her doubt her time with Carson).

* Carson and his hate for Titanic cracks me up 😂 Only he would borrow a raft to prove a point.

* Oh, Grace, no 🤦🏻‍♀️

* You too, Carson 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Well they got over their hurt pretty quickly.

* Fuck those fans who thought it would be okay to grab Carson by the dick. I’m so glad he yelled at them before they could.

* Carson’s agent is a dick.

* “I’ll always think of you when I get on an elevator or see a sunrise.”

* And their weekend is over. I knew it had to end, but the way it did sucked.

* On a side note, I’m not sure how I like this writing style. Everything is rushed, which is fine, but Carson’s lashing out seems… out of pocket-ish. Like whoa… where did that come from?

* Holy shit! Carson actually walked out on his shoot. And punched his agent. Good on you.

* Holy fuck! He ENLISTED to be a NAVY SEAL!?

* Aww. I’m so glad Carson’s boss let him out of his contract like that. She’s a real one.

* Goddamn. So much time has passed.

* Nooooooo! They were in the same place and he was going to visit and he got called away. He had to leave overseas. I’m so pissed.

* I don’t like this Alex guy. Grave BETTER not hook up with him.

* Fuck, Carson. What the fuck even is this book?!

* What the fuck, Grace?! You’re engaged to Alex!!!!

* Holy shit. So Carson and his buddies were medically discharged and they started their own operation…? And now one of them has been framed for murder..? Is Carson finally gonna meet Grace after all these years.?

* They finally met again… and it was so painfully awkward.

* Oh my god. I’m so glad Grace’s bestie does not like Alex lol. If he doesn’t care that you’re being hit on, he definitely is not the guy for you.

* Oh shit. He really told her to call off the wedding 😬

* Really, Grace. I know I want you with Carson, but I didn’t want you to cheat on Alex. That’s fucked up, man.

* Damn. There are signs everywhere! Fate is telling her to choose Carson.

* Aww. Dylan’s a good bro 😂

* Dayummmm. Reunion sex is the best sex.

* Fuck. I did not expect this book to make me cry. Carson’s story from Afghanistan… omg 😭

* So Carson and his buddies run a vigilante group, saving trafficked women. And he’s just told Grace. She’s proud of him! And now trying to help his friend that she was hired to put behind bars 👀

* Holy shit. They love each other. I’m so happy.

* And back to Vegas we go. How the fuck is Grace gonna get Josh out of this predicament?

* Wow. They did it. They got the confession and freed Josh!

* Omg SHE’S PREGNANT!?

* They’re a happy family 😭

[wheelscomedyandmore]

You Might Not Ever Guess

Captain Kangaroo passed away on January 23, 2004 as age 76 , which is odd, because he always looked to be 76. (DOB: 6/27/27 ) His death reminded me of the following story.

Some people have been a bit offended that the actor, Lee Marvin, is buried in a grave alongside 3 and 4 star generals at Arlington National Cemetery . His marker gives his name, rank (PVT) and service (USMC). Nothing else. Here's a guy who was only a famous movie star who served his time, why the heck does he rate burial with these guys? Well, following is the amazing answer:

I always liked Lee Marvin, but didn't know the extent of his Corps experiences.

In a time when many Hollywood stars served their country in the armed forces often in rear echelon posts where they were carefully protected, only to be trotted out to perform for the cameras in war bond promotions.

Lee Marvin was a genuine hero. He won the Navy Cross at Iwo Jima. There is only one higher Naval award... the Medal Of Honor

If that is a surprising comment on the true character of the man, he credits his sergeant with an even greater show of bravery.

Dialog from "The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson": His guest was Lee Marvin Johnny said, "Lee, I'll bet a lot of people are unaware that you were a Marine in the initial landing at Iwo Jima ..and that during the course of that action you earned the Navy Cross and were severely wounded."

"Yeah, yeah... I got shot square in the bottom and they gave me the Cross for securing a hot spot about halfway up Suribachi. Bad thing about getting shot up on a mountain is guys getting' shot hauling you down. But Johnny, at Iwo I served under the bravest man I ever knew... We both got the cross the same day, but what he did for his Cross made mine look cheap in comparison. That dumb guy actually stood up on Red beach and directed his troops to move forward and get the hell off the beach. Bullets flying by, with mortar rounds landing everywhere and he stood there as the main target of gunfire so that he could get his men to safety. He did this on more than one occasion because his men's safety was more important than his own life.

That Sergeant and I have been lifelong friends. When they brought me off Suribachi we passed the Sergeant and he lit a smoke and passed it to me, lying on my belly on the litter and said, where'd they get you Lee?' Well Bob.. if you make it home before me, tell Mom to sell the outhouse!"

Johnny, I'm not lying, Sergeant Keeshan was the bravest man I ever knew.

The Sergeant's name is Bob Keeshan. You and the world know him as Captain Kangaroo."

On another note, there was this wimpy little man (who just passed away) on PBS, gentle and quiet. Mr. Rogers is another of those you would least suspect of being anything but what he now portrays to our youth.

But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over twenty-five confirmed kills to his name. He wore a long-sleeved sweater on TV, to cover the many tattoos on his forearm and biceps. He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat, able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat.

After the war Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and therefore a pacifist. Vowing to never harm another human and also dedicating the rest of his life to trying to help lead children on the right path in life. He hid away the tattoos and his past life and won our hearts with his quiet wit and charm.

America's real heroes don't flaunt what they did; they quietly go about their day-to-day lives, doing what they do best. They earned our respect and the freedoms that we all enjoy.

Look around and see if you can find one of those heroes in your midst.

Often, they are the ones you'd least suspect, but would most like to have on your side if anything ever happened.

Take the time to thank anyone that has fought for our freedom. With encouragement they could be the next Captain Kangaroo or Mr. Rogers.

Send this on will you please? Nothing will happen to you if you don't, but it will tell what a "real" HERO is made of.

[mrscelebrini]

Patches or patch | April 4th | Aries | navy blue lover| the middle child | bi-polar as shit | I up asf | I won’t hesitate to argue with you | prob sell you for a slim Jim | dyslexic | the problem | Peyton sawyer coded

movies: the little mermaid, legally blonde, the sandlot, stand by me, how to lose a guy in 10 days, 10 things I hate about you, the winter solider, suicide squad, the virgin suicides, flushed away, pride and prejudice, and finding Nemo!

Tv shows: New Amsterdam, greys anatomy, young justice, smallville, one tree hill, and glee!

Music: Gigi perez, cave town, vanille, Lana del Ray, AC/DC, Tyler the creator, childish Gambino, Chase Atlantic, imogen heap, Gracie Abrams, Chappell Roan, Phoebe bridgers, girl in red, Rihanna, Ken Carson, King Von, Lorde, and Clairo!

Kins: Tim Drake, Bart Allen, Hal Jordan, Sully, Piglet, Elizabeth Bennet, Spencer Aimes, and Rouge!

My favs: 2000s rom coms, Justin Hartley, DC, lip liner, hair dye, sharks, funky socks, necklaces, @glxsyymads, @litrlymine777, @herheartdreams, @iloveyapping, @icrytomyownpoetry, navy blue, sweatpants, lizards, rats, bob goblin, mascara, kinetic sand, slime, and laying in bed!

[fatehbaz]

The link between warfare and technological innovation has been well documented [...]. World War II was a particularly intense crucible of technological change, and the repurposing of military technologies and industries in the forging of a new post-war consumer [economy] is crucial [...]. Processes of technological bricolage turned the machines of war onto the natural world as global powers competed to cement their economic and imperial hegemony. In Great Britain’s post-war “groundnut scheme” in its East African territories (1946-51), this collision of nature, military hardware, and technical expertise was part of efforts to both produce more fats for the British diet and to demonstrate to the world (most importantly the United States) that, through a newly energized science-led developmentalism, British colonialism still had a “progressive” role to play in the postwar world.

The aim was to produce millions of tons of peanuts across Tanganyika using the latest methods of advanced scientific agriculture. The environmental conditions in the north, where the scheme was to begin, were known to be especially trying, not least the dry climate [...]. But faith in the power of mechanized agriculture was such that any natural limits were thought to be readily surmountable.

The groundnut scheme was to be, as its Director put it in an interview with the Tanganyika Standard, a “war” with nature, and an “economic Battle of Alamein” waged over some three million acres by an army of colonial technicians - many recruited from military ranks - and local laborers, for many of whom the scheme represented their first entry into the wage labor market.

But it wasn’t just the rhetoric of war that was repurposed.

Lancaster bombers were kitted out to survey and discover “new country” in East Africa for agricultural development. [...] [T]ractors and bulldozers from military surplus stores in Egypt proved unable to tackle the hard ground and tough vegetation, so the planners turned to a novel solution: repurposing surplus Sherman M4A2 tanks. The Vickers-Armstrong factory in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne set about rearranging key elements of the tanks’ construction [...]. The tractors, christened “Shervicks” for their hybrid origins, were [...] thought to be particularly suited to large-scale earth-moving and to the kind of heavy duty “bush clearing” that was required in Tanganyika.

Officials sought to dismiss concerns that large-scale bush clearing would have wider environmental consequences, using the well-worn colonial trope that any observed changes in local climate or erosion patterns were due to the “primitive” agricultural practices of the locals, not to the earth-moving practices of the colonists.  [...] As the plants continued to wilt in the sun, [...] [t]he stakes were high. As [J.R.] of the Colonial Development Corporation put it in a letter: “Our standing as an Imperial power in Africa is to a substantial extent bound up with the future of this scheme. To abandon it would be a humiliating blow to our prestige everywhere.” The only option left was to try and bend the weather itself to the scheme’s will, by seeding the clouds for rain. [...] “Balloon bombs” (photographic film canisters tethered to weather balloons) and a repurposed Royal Navy flare gun were used to target individual clouds [...]. The scheme itself has survived as a cautionary tale of governmental hubris, but it is instructive too as a case study of how technologies of war have been turned against other foes.

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All text above by: Martin Mahony. “The Enemy is Nature: Military Machines and Technological Bricolage in Britain’s ‘Great Agricultural Experiment.’“ Environment and Society Portal, Arcadia (Spring 2021), no. 11. Rachel Carson Center for Environment and Society. doi:10.5282/rcc/9191. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Images and their captions are shown unaltered as they originally appear in Mahony's article. Public Domain Mark 1.0 License for images: creativecommons dot org/publicdomain/mark/1.0/]

[thelearningcurvephotography]

Army and Navy Store No 2.

Constructed in 1842 and altered and added to in 1887 and 1888 , The Army and Navy Store at Nos 133-135 King St E in Toronto Canada most prominent features are the two floor arched windows. The building was designated a Heritage Property by The City of Toronto in 1978.

Original photography using a Canon EOS RP body with a Canon EF 17-40mm f/4L USM lens and Silver EFEX Pro as a Lightroom plugin for the Black and White conversion.

Brian Carson The Learning Curve Photography linktr.ee/thelearningcurvephotography

[saintsir4n]

Hey girl, I was just scrolling through TikTok when I saw this cute bracelet idea for Brian and Sonny, let’s imagine that she would make it for him after they did the deed. And even after she left, he wore his!!! -🐜

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeyuWDr3/

MATCHING

where carson convinces brian to get matching bracelets.

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Brian jumped when he heard his girlfriend squeal as they were walking between the many market stalls. It was a particularly humid day and they decided to make the most of it. Brian knew she wasn’t hurt, since they’d been dating for a while, he was aware of the differences between the noises she made when she was happy, sad, hungry or mad.

“Bri look,” she tugged on her hand and his gaze followed hers to a bracelet stall. A woman sat extending her hands to showcase the variation of colours, beads and threads. “It’s only 20 bucks for two, we could match. And there’s a magnet to link it together.”

The woman grinned as she awaited his response and judging from the pout on Carson’s face, he wasn’t going to say no.

“Alright, we’ll take two,” he grinned at the excitement flooding his girlfriend’s face. They had time to waste before they went back to Dom’s where another party was being thrown. “Pink and white for her and Blue and white for me.”

“Aww you guessed correctly,” Carson pressed a kiss to his cheek.

The girl loved pink.

The woman was quick to ask, “What are your initials?”

“C,” Brian motioned at the Baker racer, then pointed to himself, “B.”

The woman nodded at the couple and started on her work. She gathered the shades of pink, then added white and threaded them onto half of the matching bracelet, topped it off with the Carson’s initial, before doing the same to Brian’s with blue and white.

5 minutes later, Brian was pulling out a 20-dollar bill, thanking the woman who happily handed over the bracelets.

“Enjoy,” she said, content with her sale.

Brian helped Carson put hers on without question, “Yeah, it’s tight.”

“Blue is your colour,” Carson then helped him, ecstatic with how they looked and complimented their outfits. Of course, she was already wearing pink and he was sporting a navy blue t-shirt and some jeans. “Baby look.”

The magnets pulled on each other, forcing each half of the bracelet to collide, forming a small star and putting a smile on their faces.

Carson happily squealed and kissed him.

“Come on let’s bounce, everyone has to see these,” she couldn’t wait to show them off to the group.

Brian was slightly more apprehensive.

“You know the guys are gonna tease me for this?” He said, snaking his arm around her neck as they started walking through the market stalls again.

“Well you can either be teased for this, or you can not wear it and not get any for a week,” she pondered, knowing it was getting under his skin.

His eyes widened, “Hey, I never said I didn’t like it.”

“Yeah yeah,” she playfully rolled her eyes, as she smiled at the bracelet, “Thank you again.”

“You want something, I’ll make sure to get it for you. No matter what.”

She giggled, “I know, I love that.”

“I know you do, now let’s go for a drive.”

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brilliant idea, thank you for suggesting it was so cute!

[morgysfics]

Kenneth Sean Carson x afab reader

Better than ice cream.

(Part II)

One shot smut.

After rumours spread online about Barbieland, you, a curious human, were hellbent on finding a way there, only for you to befriend Ken… and he has curiosities about the real outside world himself.

You glance over at the fireplace that was still barely lit under the plasma TV that hung above the mantel. The short yet fake flames brought some comfort to you; like this place had a warmth you couldn't put into words. A warmth you hadn't felt in your own world of reality in a long while.

"What're you thinkin' about, Y/N?" Ken asked, noticing your silence.

"This place… I know you know it has its differences to the outside world but…" you seemed to trail off a little, like you were trying to understand what you wanted to say. Your brows furrowed softly before you turned to Ken. He was looking at you, his bright blonde head tilted a little as if to try to read your facial expressions clearer – you did think it was cute every time he did that. Like a puppy.

"Well, I'm sure I don't know all the differences," Ken replied, his brows raising a little. "I mean– Okay, I may have got some stuff from your place a little mixed up, but that's cool now. We're good. This place, Barbieland, if I can't find my place here, then…"

"You're Ken," you spoke up again, your eyes dancing between his blue ones. "You can find your place wherever you want to. If you ever want to come back to the outside world, try one more time, I'd be glad to try to show you how it really is."

"You'd… You'd do that? Seriously? Thank you, Y/N," he seemed to cough a little, trying to man himself up somewhat. "Thanks."

You offered him a smile and a small laugh before going to turn away, Ken's voice perked your ears again.

"D'you think… maybe, you could tell me some now? If I ever decide I wanna go, I can," his blue eyes shifted away for a moment before he moved a little closer to you, his head doing that tilt thing again, "get it a bit more. I won't be so lost."

"Oh, wow," you muttered softly. "Right now? I… I dunno where to start."

"Do people still fall in love the same way they do here?"

You blink in surprise at his question. His first question. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, it's Ken. He's gonna wanna know how to get a girl if he truly wanted to. But you knew that he didn't need that. …Even if you were feeling something towards him recently.

"There's a million ways to fall in love, Ken," you replied, your smile pulled back slightly. "Everyone here feels like it's an obligation a little, though. You don't have to fall in love to still feel something. To feel connected to another person."

"I can make friends real easily," Ken explained confidently, fixing the navy bandana on his head. "Obligation… So, it's kinda true then, you don't have to fall in love?"

"It's your life anywhere, Ken." You hummed softly before speaking up again, "Like I said, in the human world, we have… so many ways to feel and express." You pause for a moment, your brows raising when you realise where this conversation might lead. "You have your plastic… and we have– we have more than plastic."

Ken was quiet when you finished speaking, like he was trying to put your words together like puzzle pieces in his brain. When he glanced to his own hands, his brows furrowed before turning back to you. "Well, you humans have, like, blood and stuff."

You let out a small giggle, your hand covering your mouth when you did. Oh, he was charming. "Well, that is true! What I'm trying to say is… uh… Actually, I don't know." You brush off your words, trying to find something else but your mind was a little in the gutter. You shake your head, like you were trying to mop away the dirt.

"Ah, you don't know?! Come oooon, I was so listenin' to all that." Ken groaned a little, throwing his hand out in frustration slightly. "So, if you don't gotta fall in love, then, like… The feelin', those feelings you get when you do, how do you…"

"Replace them?"

Ken nodded.

"Hm," you hummed a little, bringing your hand to your chin as you leaned forward slightly, your elbow on your knees against your chest. "Lots of ways to fulfil that joyment. A career. Family… A hobby. Sex. Friends. Eating good food."

"That's a lot," Ken mumbled, his deep voice soft a little as he spoke. "So, all of that we can do here, besides the food thing and the… Wait, what was the other thing?"

Oh no.

"Uh," you mutter a little before clearing your throat. "Sex?"

"I heard that word a lot back in the outside world," Ken spoke up again. "Always kinda… thrown about everywhere so I couldn't get, like, a definition for it, y'know?"

"Yeah, well, uh…" you fumble your words a little, feeling your cheeks flush a small shade of pink as you try to find something to reply with. "It's how babies are made."

"Oh. …Wait, so, how?"

"I– I don't think I'm the right person for this conversation," you replied quickly, turning away from him as he looked to you.

"You're actin' real weird," Ken chuckled a little, his brows raising on his forehead. "What ya actin' all weird for?"

"K… Ken," you mustered up enough confidence to turn back to him, though, Ken's brows seemed to raise that little more when he realised the expression on your face. "You know the physical differences between people in Barbieland and people in my land, right?"

"Oh, like…" Ken chuckled before shaking his head. "I'm not like the other Kens if that's what you're talkin' about. I have all the bits."

You stare at him for a moment, confused but you feel your face flush even more, your eyes widening in surprise. Before you even could notice, your hands slapped on your face and turned away from him again. "That's not what I…!"

"That's what you meant, right? Y/N?" he asked, somehow his voice seemed somewhat naïve to what just came out of his mouth before. "What's that gotta do with the sex thing?"

Your hands then slowly dragged down your face a little, exposing your eyes as you looked from the fireplace to Ken. "You… don't know?"

Ken shook his head before giving you a "well, then tell me" look.

"Kenneth!" you groaned before shoving him a little. "You did not just say you have all the bits and not even know what that suggests!"

"Woah, woah, handsy! What's with the shovin'?!" Ken groaned before he noticed you were laughing to yourself, his lips stayed apart slightly after he stopped speaking; admiring your smile for a moment.

"You're lucky you're so charming, it's actually ridiculous," you laugh again, covering your mouth a little. "You should watch what you say about that stuff around humans. You'll give off the wrong idea."

"And what idea would that be?" he asked, almost an annoyed tone lingered in his voice like he wanted you to just lay it all out for him. "Don't go all quiet on me now."

You shook your head, still laughing a little before you sighed. I guess someone had to tell him. Guess it was gonna be you. "O– Okay, I'll say this once." You felt your hand rub the nape of your neck a little before bringing it back to your lap." The parts people don't have in Barbieland… In the outside world, people… um, smush them together. To make babies or…" Your eyes drift away from him a little, an almost smirk laying on your lips. "To just have fun."

"You put your genitals together to make babies."

"And just for fun."

Ken's pretty much perfect lips stayed parted for a moment, like he was trying to understand what you were saying. "Why would you do that for fun? Sounds uncomfortable."

You tried to hide the ever growing playful expression on your face but it was proving to be difficult. "It's not. It's hard to explain but… it feels nice."

"It feels nice? I guess that's why there are so many humans about out there," Ken countered.

You shrugged a little before turning away from him again. "It's something I feel bad that you all miss out on here. Romance is one thing but… To me, it'd feel incomplete."

"It must feel real nice to compare it to everything else you listed."

When you looked to Ken, you noticed his blue eyes on you instantly. He didn't take them off of you, even for a moment, like he was a detective; trying to pull at your every word and expression.

"Y– Yeah, I guess so…"

"Show me."

Your eyes widened, still looking into his. He was giving you such an innocent yet sincere look – a serious expression laying so firmly on his face. "I–"

"I know, I don't… have… But just, tell me. Show me what else I'm missin'. If it feels so good and it doesn't exist here, maybe I'll feel just as good when I feel it outside. In the real world." Ken's voice was so raw; like every word that slipped his lips sounded genuine. He meant everything he ever said and in this moment, more than ever. Like you were the world he was missing at his fingertips.

You felt your heart race a little faster in your chest, you couldn't help but bring your knees to your chest slightly. "It feels like… like craving an ice cream on a hot day but the ice cream truck just gets pulled away every moment you get closer until… It suddenly stops. You get the ice cream and that first lick…"

"And?"

You smile to yourself, closing your eyes as your brows curled up a little. "It's wonderful, Ken."

You feel a small silence linger between the two of you which caused your eyes to shoot open again and you quickly looked away.

"I wanna feel it," Ken spoke out bluntly. He looked down at himself, like he knew what was missing but couldn't reach for any ice cream of his own. "What about… yours…?"

Yours. When that word left Ken's lips, you felt your face redden and your thighs seemed to clench together tighter. "M…ine?"

"It's touchin', right? That makes it feel good?"

You simply nodded to him, though you wanted to keep your attention off of his handsome face, so he wouldn't see how flustered yours was.

"Y/N," his voice fell a little, lower and almost into a whisper, "show me."

You felt your toes curl in your socks, your heart racing that little bit faster in your chest as you turned fully away from him now, looking behind you before slowly glancing back to him. "People will hear, Ken."

"No one can hear us, Y/N. It's just us."

You remained quiet, the feeling of your heart throb in your ears and between your thighs only grew faster and more intense as he spoke.

Before you could part your lips to finally speak, you watched Ken raise his hand and ghost it over the side of your face, his fingers barely in your hair. "Kiss me."

Your eyes flickered a few times before your lips parted, your own attention being drawn to his. You wanted to stay in the right headspace; to help Ken figure himself out but… with his offer, how could you say no?

You leaned forward and before you could even comprehend the situation you'd ended yourself up in, you felt the pressure of Ken's lips against yours, and my god, did it make you melt.

Your kiss only lasted for a moment before you both pulled away, your eyes flickered up to his blue hues looking down at you with a half lidded expression. "I didn't know you could…" you muttered, your lips still so close to his.

Ken smiled, almost smirking, down at you. "Kiss so good?" he cooed.

You nodded to him before pushing your skirt between your legs. You squirmed on the carpet the two of you were sitting on together, feeling your own non-barbie parts ache for something. Anything. Someone. Him. "I can show you… If you promise to not let anyone hear."

Those words alone were enough to cause Ken to chuckle a little. "I promise."

"A– And I'll promise if you think it… looks good enough, I'll…"

"I'd like that," he replied. "Promise kept, Y/N."

"Okay…" You sucked in your bottom lip a little, your teeth biting down on the flesh. You watched as Ken's eyes drifted to your hand between your thighs, pulling on the fabric of your little skirt. Your own attention was now there too; even if you had trouble building up the courage to move your hand. You wanted to show him. You really did. "T– This is embarrassing, y'know… S– So you owe me."

"Don't be embarrassed," Ken spoke softly, his body so close to yours now.

With your hand clenching at the hem of your skirt, you finally managed to pull it up a little, revealing your black panties with a pink ribbon at the lacy band.

"Woah," he muttered, his voice sinking a little, his eyes not leaving that pretty sight between your legs. "Okay…"

Your eyes glanced over to Ken beside you once more, his own eyes on your panties before you push your middle finger down the fabric that laid so tightly and beautifully over your clit – the pad of your finger pressed between the folds and your lips parted instantly; a small hum escaping from behind them when you quickly attempted to hide your moan.

Ken's attention was on your movements completely, watching as your finger circled your clit over your panties, your other hand still clenched so tightly on the hem of your skirt.

"Mmm…" another soft muffled moan purred behind your closed lips as you close your eyes, your finger not letting up on the pressure, the fabric of your panties causing friction on your clit. "K– Ken…"

The blonde man's eyes quickly drifted up from your hand to your face, his blue hues narrowing at the expressions you were making. He'd never seen someone look so… entranced. "Y/N…?"

"Want… you," you barely mouthed, your voice soft and meek. "Please…"

"To touch you?" Ken asked, like he wanted you to say it for yourself. He wasn't going to do anything without your consent at all.

"Mhm…" you hummed a yes to him, even though, in a less dazed state you'd know that wouldn't be enough for Ken Carson.

Ken's gaze searched your body like a pirate would a treasure map, almost like he was looking for the x. His eyes stopped on your face once again before slowly reaching his hand out to yours that was now flexing on Ken's shaggy carpet. "Y/N, use your words."

Your eyes flutter open just enough to look to him before nodding again, your other hand dancing along your clit not wavering at all. "Yes… Please. I want you to make me feel good."

With his attention flickering from your eyes to your lips, Ken brought his other hand to your jaw, his fingers in your hair as he brought you closer to him – your lips meeting each other one again, this time, though, you felt him deepen that kiss from before. His lips moved across yours in a way you wouldn't have guessed from him at all. Ken was full of surprises.

When his lips parted yours with a huff of hot breath escaping from the both of you, Ken whispered against your reddened lips, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

When you brought your body closer to him, you felt his hand wrap around yours, bringing you to your feet before pulling you across the room; you could barely make out a smirk spurred across his face through your almost half–dazed state.

He pulled you closer to him before his hands found your hips and lifted you up a little, pressing your body down onto the black silk sheets of his mattress. Your eyes glanced out of the window that looked out into Barbieland – Ken was right, it was quiet. You only assumed everyone else was at the beach. But not this Ken. You looked up at him, watching as he moved closer to you – you had more plans for this Ken right now than beach.

"It's not fair," you muttered as he was almost on top of you now.

"What?" he asked, his voice low and almost to a whisper.

"That you make me feel this way."

Ken chuckled, his brows raising slightly, "Good?"

"Good," you echoed his words before pulling him into another kiss, your tongue pushing into his mouth now. Maybe that surprised him but you weren't so sure, especially when he offered the same luxury. He seemed to be confident in what he was doing.

You pulled on his blue shirt to which he understood and practically ripped it off, discarding it elsewhere in the room.

"Fuck," your voice fluttered that word as it left your lips. You remembered he didn't have… what else you wanted but after this, I'm sure he'd like to have some experience of this ice cream himself.

"It's hot when you swear."

"It'd be hotter if you did."

Ken's brows shot up a little out of curiosity, that half smirk laying ever so confidentially on his face, "That fuckin' so?"

"Ken–!"

Before you could continue, you suddenly felt Ken's fingers slip under the lace of your panties which made you squirm under him instantly. You watched his eyes fall from yours to where his hand was, like he was trying to figure out what you were doing before over your panties. "It's wet here," he muttered. "What's all that about?"

You whimpered as his index and middle finger slipped over your clit before roaming further down, his digits lapping up everything he'd never felt before.

"Really wet," he whispered, his lips staying parted.

"Ken, that feels…!" You felt a moan pour from your lips now, your head falling into the pillow behind you. "S– So good…!"

"Yeah?" Ken's baby blues shifted back up to your face, watching your expression become one of pure bliss. "Shit, those faces ya makin'... It really feel that good?"

You felt Ken's middle finger circle your now swollen clit before pushing down along your slit, the wet noises from your cunt echoing in the room. "Y– Yes! Mmm! F– Fuck…!" you whimpered, clenching the sheets of the bed under you.

Before Ken could say anything else, he suddenly felt his middle finger slip inside you. When he opened his mouth to ask what just happened, instead a different kind of moan blessed his ears – one he hadn't heard yet. "Well, that must mean somethin' real good," he thought.

With that now in mind, he ran his index finger around your clit once more before slipping his middle into your slick pussy. The more he pushed further, the more you moaned and whimpered under him. "It's so wet and hot," he mumbled, his face falling a little closer to yours, feeling your body heat just that much warmer on him. "This feels awesome…"

"M– Move…" you whined, your hips jerking against him. "Pleaseplease…"

Something inside him made him want to egg you on more for some reason. Like, how far he could push you to beg even more. "Please what?" he asked, the tone in his voice was ever so teasing now. He was in for a fun game and he was gonna play hard ball.

You bit your bottom lip for a moment, turning your head to the side as you squeezed your eyes closed. "Ken… Ken, please." When his finger flicked around inside you, like he was testing you, another moan left your parted lips. "Want you~"

Ken's eyes drifted up your body, watching your squirm and wiggle under him. This was an ice cream flavour he definitely needed to try. "I'll give you all of me, baby." he pushed another finger inside you, his eyes on you as your head tilted back into the pillow. "All of me when we get outta this place too."

With those words, he pulled his fingers out of you before running your own slick up to your clit; oh, how he was enjoying watching you moan and whine much like a needy animal. If he knew whatever you were feeling felt this good, he'd left Barbieland with you much sooner.

He pushed his fingers into your cunt again, curling them around inside; like he wanted to feel every part of you. Be where you feel most euphoric. And, oh, how did you feel it. The way he slowly moved his digits in and out of you was making you see stars – especially when you were in those stars fantasising about how his cock would feel inside you too. New territory. Again. How fun.

"This what you wanted, Y/N?" he purred, his face ever so close to yours, his eyes dancing over your lewd expression. "Wanted this Ken to finger fuck you?"

You gasped, throwing your hands over your face; looking through your fingers up at the blonde doll in front of you. How he seemed to be all about your needs in that moment, the way the movements of his fingers curling in and out of you didn't waver. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were in deep trouble with this. "Mhm…" you mumbled, soft moans still escaping your peachy lips. "I'm… I'm gonna…"

You saw Ken's brows raise a little, his head tilted further down slightly to bring himself closer to you. "Gonna what? Tell me…"

"Ken–" you felt your hand quickly wrap around his forearm, your other to the bedsheets when his fingers begin moving faster against your tight cunt; feeling yourself getting wetter and closer to climaxing. "Ice-cream…!"

Ken's blue eyes flickered a little as his attention stayed on your face. "...Sounds tasty." He brought his thumb to your clit with his fingers still pumping inside you; grazing your sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb as he watched you twirl your hips more and more as you drew closer.

"F– Fuck! Ken…!"

That hot tied knot that ached in your core finally lifted, feeling yourself let go as you came around Ken's fingers. "Ah!" you gasped and whined as Ken pulled his fingers out with a wet pop sound, your pussy fluttering and twitching around nothing as you jolted your thighs up into him.

Ken was quiet for a moment, looming over you as he watched your breathing fasten in your chest, your hips trying to push down onto him. "You look so pretty like this, Y/N," he almost growled those words as he looked down at you. He reached his hand out and grabbed your chin, pulling your face down to look him in the eyes. "I don't wanna forget the look on your face right now."

"K…en…" you mumbled through sharp breaths.

"Tonight, you n' me… We do this the whole way, right?" he asked, his eyes glued to yours. "I still wanna touch you like this." He brought his hand back to your pussy, his index and middle fingers stroking up and along your wet slick which only caused you to whimper again, your brows curling up in delight. "There it is. My pretty girl.

Let's get that ice cream together."

[dangerousthingobservation]

An F-35C Lightning II from the "Sidewinders" of Strike Fighter Squadron (VFA) 86 launches from the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS Nimitz (CVN 68) in the Pacific Ocean, July 26, 2024. (This is a digitally enhanced U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 2nd Class Carson Croom)

[lvl5]

- DESIRE: A strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.

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- I’m ♱Sin♱ or 6, but you baby, can call me whatever you please. I’m a legal, BLACK, reader & writer! You’ve been warned so if you can’t get down with that bounce.

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♱WHAT DO YOU DESIRE! ♱

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Please read: Baby name lists just from google put into one post don't judge need a way to compact this into a document before changing computer I put so much work into this I need it saved                                                            

A

Aries 

Aylee 

Annie 

Addelyn 

Alexa 

Aspen 

Ainsley

Adelaide

Amberlyn 

Ariella 

Ava 

Ameilia 

Adley 

Alabama

Alma 

April 

Abby/Abigail 

Ally/Allison 

Ambree 

Aurelia 

Aurora 

Alana 

Addison 

Arizona 

Audrey 

Alyssa

Atlanta 

Alexandria 

Ambrose

Athena 

Anastassia 

Alice  

A 

Andrew

Alec 

Axel 

Asher 

Arlo

Atlas 

Arrow 

Alfie 

Atticus 

Archer 

Ace 

Alexander

Austin 

Abel 

Augustine 

Avi

Atlas

Ason 

A

Avery 

Andie 

Ash

August 

Atlas 

Aero

Aj

Area 

Adventure

Ackley 

Aster

Apollo 

B

Brigette 

Bonnie 

Bea 

Bexley 

Bailee 

Bristol 

Betty 

Bay 

Billie 

Blair 

Brixton 

Brynn 

Berlin 

Beverly 

Bloom 

Brighton

Britain 

Beatice 

Brooklyn 

Brinley

Brexley

B

Brandon 

Beck 

Beckett 

Baker

Brody 

Brooke 

Brett 

Bryce 

Benj

Bennet 

Braxton 

Bradley 

Bracken 

Bryson 

Bowen 

Braydon 

Bruno 

Bryson 

Bennett

B

Blake 

Bishop 

Bailey 

Bentley 

Bellamy 

Blaize 

Boston 

Brogan 

Brantley 

Brixton 

C 

Carolyn 

Cynthina 

Cora

Cece

Candace 

Constance 

Clara 

Cameriegh 

Camrie 

Chole 

Callie 

Cecily 

Charlotte 

Cassie 

Clover 

Cordelia 

Cheyenne 

Clementine 

Cecelia 

Celeste

Chastity 

Cleo 

Calla 

Cassia 

Calliope 

Caroline 

Carolina

Cheyenne

Charlotte 

C

Collin 

Charles 

Connor 

Colton 

Callan 

Cash 

Colt 

Cole 

Callum 

Chase

Cohen 

Cooper

Corbin 

Cullen 

Caesar 

Colson 

Crew 

Chase 

Cooper  

Cash 

Castor 

Clay/Clayton 

C 

Camden 

Carter

Caden 

Carlan 

Camryn 

Carson 

Chandler

Channing 

Cory 

Callahan

Cadence 

Corbin 

D 

Della 

Daphne 

Demi 

Dana 

December 

Davina 

Daisy 

Dalaney 

D

Daniel 

Dean 

Delcan  

Diesel 

Derek 

Deaco

Damon 

Dain 

Dalen 

Dani 

Deven

Dakota 

Denver 

Drew

Dagen 

E

Evie 

Evelyn

Everlee 

Ella 

Emmy 

Esme 

Emily 

Eden 

Eleanor 

Ellie 

Ellis 

Elise 

Edith 

Eve 

Ensley 

Elizabeth 

Edith 

Emma 

Eliza 

Ericka 

Erina 

Emerald 

Emely

Eloise

E

Erza

Eric 

Evan 

Emory

Edison 

Elijah 

Edward 

Eaton 

Elian 

E

Everett 

Elliot 

Eston 

Ember 

Emmett 

Ellison 

F

Faith 

Flora 

Fern 

Felicity 

Florence 

Faye 

Fiona 

F

Freddie 

Finn

Finch 

Fox 

Forrest 

Foster

Falcon 

Ford 

Felix 

F

Frankie 

Fenton 

Finley 

Flynn

G

Gwen 

Gabby 

Georgie 

Georgia 

Gemma 

German 

Gianna 

Ginger 

Glory 

Grace 

Gia 

G 

Gabe 

Grey 

Graham 

Gale 

Gavin 

Grant 

Gannon 

Gunner

G 

Gabriel 

Greyson 

Grey

H

Harmony 

Hazel

Honnor 

Haelynn 

Haven 

Heidi 

Hollis 

Hannah 

Hadley 

Haeley

Hannah 

Helena 

Harriet

H 

Hugo 

Harris 

Harry 

Hayden 

Holt 

Hunter

Hamilton 

Holden 

H 

Holland 

Harlem 

Hudson 

Hal 

Harley 

Hartley 

Haslett

Huntley 

Hurley 

Huston 

Hunter

Hollow 

Huxley

I

Isla 

Ivy 

Indigo 

Iris 

Ivory 

Ida

Izzy 

Isabella 

Indie 

I 

Ian 

Israel

I 

J

Jane 

Joan 

June 

Jacy 

Juniper 

Joise 

Jenna 

Jade 

Juliet 

Jaclyn 

Josephine 

Judith

J 

Jack

Jaxs

Joseph 

James 

Justin 

Jacob 

Jasper 

Julius 

Jackson 

Jonas 

Jalen 

Joel 

Jonah 

Judson 

Jayden 

Jagger 

Jett

J

Jamson 

Jamie 

Jo

Jude 

K

Kathleen 

Kennedy 

Kynzlee

Kaylee 

Kora

Kamila 

Kamie 

Kailani 

Kira

Karmen 

Kimber 

Kate 

Kada

Kapri

Kaizlee

Kenley 

Kayte

Kingsley 

Kaelyn 

Kenna 

Kacie 

Kelsey 

Kinsley 

Kiwesten 

Kaleah 

K 

Kane 

Koa 

Kingston 

Kole

Kaleeb 

Kale 

Kash 

Kalvin 

Karlton 

King 

Keon 

Kruz

Kyler

K 

Kai

Kohen 

Kameron 

Karter 

Kasey 

Kassidy

Kendall 

Kody 

Korbyn 

Karson 

Knox 

Krew

L 

Lauren 

Lily 

Laken 

Lana 

Layla 

Lane 

Lia 

Lila 

London 

Leighton 

Lacy 

Lettie

Lydia 

Lilac

Layne 

Libra

Lexie 

Lena 

L 

Louis 

Lee 

Leo 

Laim 

Lucah 

Levi 

Lux 

Ledger 

Lincoln 

Lathan 

Landon 

L

Leighton 

Lyric 

M

Mars 

Mary 

Mabel 

Marie

Mae

Marlow 

Maeve 

Maddison 

Molly 

Mila 

Maisie 

Madeline 

Margaret 

Miley 

Meredith 

Mia 

Marigold 

Mariana 

Marlow 

Mayven 

Macy 

Maelie 

Magnolia 

Madalyn 

Marley 

Meadow 

Mel 

Meilani 

Maggie 

M

Milo 

Maverick 

Miles 

Mathis  

Mateo 

Matthew

Madden 

Malakai

Maddox 

M 

Memphis 

Micah

Morgan 

Mason 

Max

Maxton 

N 

Nova 

Navy 

Norah 

Naomi

Natalia 

N 

Noah 

Nico

Nash 

Nathan 

Nolan 

Niles 

N 

Noel 

O 

Olive 

Oliva 

Oaklee 

Opal 

Ophelia 

O 

Oscar 

Oliver 

Otis 

Owen 

O 

Ocean

Oak 

P

Penelope 

Phoebe 

Poppy

Persephone 

Peggy 

Paige 

Paisley 

Piper 

Pearl 

Penny 

Paris 

Presley 

P

Palmer 

 Porter 

P 

Phoenix 

Parker 

Paxton 

Pierce 

Q

Quinn 

Q

Q

R

Remy 

Ruth 

Ranye

Raelle

Rosie 

Raylee 

Roselind

Ruby 

Rilynn

Reese

Riya 

Rainney 

Rae-lynn 

Rain 

Reagan 

Renee

Raven

Rose

Ruth 

R

Rhett

Reid 

Rayson

Romen 

Rylan 

R

River 

Rory 

Rowen 

Ryder

Ryker 

Romeo 

Rio

Rome 

Reef

Ryland 

Royal

Raiden

S

Stella

Space

Sadie 

Sutton 

Soren

Seattle 

Scotlynn 

Story 

Sage 

Sapphire 

Savannah 

Shiloh 

Skye

September 

Sual 

Sophia 

Scarlett 

Stephine 

Sabrina 

S 

Stephen 

Sillas

Sebastian 

Sawyer 

Spencer 

Shawn 

S

Skyler 

Samson

Shai 

Saylor 

Salem 

Scout 

Storm 

Saint 

Stellan 

Sparrow 

Sloan 

Shane 

T

Tia 

Tayliee

Thalia 

Teagan 

Tallulah 

Tinsley 

Tara

T

Thomas 

Theo 

Toby 

Tanner 

T

Tate 

Taylor 

Tatum 

Timber 

Throne 

Tristan 

U

U

U

V

Victoria 

Vanessa

Violet 

V

Victor 

V

Vale 

W

Willow 

Willa 

Whitney 

W

Wyatt

Wilder 

Winston 

Waylon 

Weston 

Wesley

W

Wren 

Westlynn

X

Xena 

X

X

Z 

Zoey 

Zelda

Z

Zain 

Zayden 

[todaysdocument]

Reformed Viet Cong (Kit Carson Scouts) - February 16, 1970

Record Group 127: Records of the U.S. Marine CorpsSeries: Black and White Photographs of Marine Corps Activities in VietnamFile Unit: Divider/Subject - 298 - Reformed Viet Cong (Kit Carson Scouts)

2 1/4 Negative

AMD-421-1-70

lst MarDiv

Vietnam

16Feb70 Photog: Cpl Rappel

Major General E.B. Wheeler, Commanding General 1st Marine Division presents the Honor graduate of the Kit Carson

Scout School with a Navy Commendation Medal. at the Kit Carson School. 3 miles NW

of Da Nang.

DEFENSE DEPT. PHOTO (MARINE CORPS)

pd A372749

127 GVB-298

[chappcdlips]

//   (  aldis hodge .  cis man  .  he/him  )  .    ⸻  cyrus cromwell ,  a  thirty-eight  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  ten months (but grew up there) .  the  magnet  is  known  for  being  charismatic  and vain  and  is  often  associated  with  caffeine fueled days, loud laughter in quiet places, displeasure hidden behind a dazzling smile  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a teacher at red creek k-12  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted  . 

STATS

full name: cyrus carson cromwell   hometown: red creek, mi   sexuality: closeted bisexual  birthday: may 23   zodiac: gemini sun, sagittarius moon, sagittarius rising  height: 6’2”  languages spoken: english, arabic, mandarin, russian, spanish, conversational french and german marital status: married children: 2, zeke (8) and lily (6)  traits: charismatic, intelligent, driven, vain, manipulative, sycophantic

BACKGROUND

second oldest of the cromwell family, cyrus always knew he was expected to achieve great things

while he helped tori with their younger siblings sometimes, he spent a lot of time out of the house with his friends

he was popular at school and super involved in the red creek community, star of the high school basketball team, class vice president his senior year, valedictorian — his list of accolades is long

when he graduated, he immediately got tf out of red creek, attending stanford

he majored in political science and linguistics with a minor in international relations, eyes on a job with the UN eventually

when he graduated, he moved to europe and then continued to move around the world, working as a translator at various embassies and UN facilities

somewhere in there he met his wife (submitting as a wc... *eyes*) and they had two kids

but about a year ago REDACTED happened and cy shortly after moved his family back to red creek very abruptly

now he's working as a teacher at his alma mater, teaching government to high school seniors and probably is a language tutor on the side for anyone who wants to learn a language he knows; he claims he just wanted to "slow down" but... yeah, that's not really true... ANYWAY!

PERSONALITY AND FUN FACTS tw brief mention of internalized biphobia

kind of an egomaniac, thinks he is god's gift to this earth (and maybe he is idk)

he knows he's hot

very protective of his siblings and family and anyone he cares about

very charismatic, easily commands and keeps a room's attention and LOVES it

was absolutely a ladies man in high school and college, dated a lot before meeting his wife; recent conflict with his wife probably has him being a little flirty when he shouldn't //: men smh

is bisexual but insecure about it and very much tries not to let people know that as he's always kind of felt pressure to be the typical big, strong Man of the House, especially because his parents weren't around a lot he's always wanted to fit the picture perfect image he was "meant for" which only included heterosexuality in his mind

hates navy blue, refuses to wear anything in that color

has an insane workout routine and is in the process of constructing a guest house in his backyard just for a gym space (not very handy like That, so someone please come help him build it)

does not feel guilty about getting tf out of red creek as soon as he could, doesn't feel guilty about most things he does even if they're somewhat questionable????

fake as fuck, even if he hates you he will smile at you like (((:

the murders scared him as a kid since he was around 13 but now he kinda thinks the whole resurgence/boogeyman returning theory is bullshit; he was friends with one of heather's siblings and saw firsthand the kind of grief people were going through, so now he thinks people are bringing it back as a story to scare the young people in town

character inspo: mr. incredible (the incredibles), steve (the haunting of hill house), patrick bateman (american psycho), mouth (the goonies), fitz (scandal)

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SUBMARINE! 1812 an Alternate History

Chapter 7, part 5 of 6

Winter in England

by

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The Prime Minister raised a finger for recognition. Both the finger and his hand had bandaged burns and cuts. The King nodded to him.

“Your Majesty, we have another problem. We had already dispatched Sir Cootinar to replace Sir Lional and gave him the necessary warrants and credentials to do that. After the strikes on Parliament, we reconsidered our hasty action and have dispatched a fast rider to recall him. It is three days of hard riding to Portsmouth. With the morning, we attempted to use the semaphore system to send the message as swiftly as possible. Unfortunately both the London semaphore tower and the next one out were both hit and put out of action by the attack.

“We can only pray that our rider can catch up to Sir Cootinar before he has gone.”

The previous night, while Sir Cootinar was awaiting a change of horse, he demanded of the hostler in charge of the Post Rider's station, “I need both food and drink that I can eat while on horseback! I must be in Portsmouth as soon on the instant as possible! I cannot delay to eat at table, much as I would prefer to do so.”

“I see, my good Sir,” replied the sleepy hostler, yawning behind his hand. “Your business must be urgent indeed to dare riding this road at night. I shall have a wallet of small breads, cold cuts and cheese prepared at once. Along with that will be two flasks of good beer to hang from your saddle bow for drink as needed.” He disappeared into the Hostel, returning in only a few minutes with the promised provisions.

Sir Cootinar was already mounted and waiting. “My thanks, my good man. I must away.” In moments all that remained of Sir Cootinar was the retreating drum of the hooves of the Postal Service's horse. The hostler and his stable hands returned to their interrupted sleep.

Seated about the chart table in the Kraken's officers cabin were myself, Abraham, and Carson. I nodded informally to them and began, “Gentlemen, I know that you are much desiring to take out our attack boats. That will soon happen.

At that same time, the Kraken was proceeding, with the natural stealth of submarine travel, out past the eastern end of the Thames Estuary. The tide and river current both favoring us, we were actually making near to five knots as we turned southward, heading into the eastern end of the English Channel.

In but that same night and only two more days passing we were conning the Kraken into position on the outer side of the island that shielded Portsmouth harbor's roadstead. Staying submerged, we used both bow and stern periscopes to position ourselves exactly before setting anchors to await nightfall and a rising tide.

“First though, we shall use your services to carry out some vital scouting. You will combine our precision compasses with our new periscopes.”

I pointed to the long island that shields the main roadstead of Portsmouth Harbor. “Carson, you will have this place in the eastern channel and you, Abraham will have this spot in the western channel. The Kraken will be here, out a small ways from the shore at the island's middle. We will all be on the surface and at anchor.

“This shipyard,” I tapped on the chart, “is presently refitting two vessels to use their Congreves to best advantage. Our main goal is to destroy that yard and its stores of missiles. Our secondary goal is to leave as many of the Royal Navy's ships here in the Portsmouth roadstead as possible.” I chuckled, “But on the bottom, rather than at anchor.”

That drew a tight smile from Abraham. We do not get along but at working our small attack submarines, few are better. “As President Arnold has drawn up this plan, I am most curious to know how, exactly, we are to do this while we are at anchor.”

Carson nodded vigorously, “I do concur. What is it that we are to do?”

I agreed, “You will have with you special dark lanterns, using the new Lime Light method to be as bright as may be. Each one sends its light along a narrow tube so that only whoever it is aimed at will see it. You will send the Kraken what you find by that means and the Kraken will reply the same way.

“First, get the most accurate range and bearing for our primary target. Then slowly sweep the roadstead, doing the same for each ship that you find. For each one located and reported, the Kraken will reply.

“I will be plotting everything that you both send and having our missiles aimed according to your information. When you have completed your sweeps, wait for the Kraken's attack to finish. Then, and only then, submerge and use your four torpedoes each to the best advantage that you can. Return to the Kraken as expeditiously as you may.”

Carson nodded thoughtfully, “I do begin to better understand why President Arnold has such a vast reputation for matters military. What of surface conditions presently?”

Offering each of them a small tot of rum, I replied to Carson, “We have a break in the storms, though the sea remains fairly choppy. We will all have to ride higher in the water than I would prefer but the tide will favor us. As far as wind is concerned, we have a better situation than for our London attack.”

Abraham actually smiled, a rare thing to see on his face, and toasted, “To the Royal Navy! May it pass this winter's storms safely on the bottom!”

We all drank to that.

Quietly, Carson offered, “Captain Tecumsah, what of the Portsmouth semaphore telegraph tower? Should we not take it out as well?”

“Well thought on, Carson. Yes. Make it your second sighting. Just as in London, preventing the news of our attack from spreading is an important goal.”

Abraham set down his mug and offered, “As you are taking ideas that may improve our strike, I have one that can improve the accuracy of our scouting information. Carson and I should stay submerged at our stations as planned. We can use our compasses and periscopes safely in broad daylight. After dark falls, we come to the surface, still at anchor and send you our sightings far more quickly and accurately than if we waited for night to make them.”

I nodded thoughtfully and, to Abraham's surprise, I penned a note crediting both him and Carson with the frankly valuable ideas that they had proposed, including it in the Presidential orders packet.

“Gentlemen, to your boats. We shall launch you while submerged, to give you the most daylight to scout our attack.”

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