#SPIK-

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EMERGENCY ACTION REPORT 311345 ECHO SIERRA TANGO OCT 23

STANDBY, MESSAGE FOLLOWS;

HT2, THIS IS NETZACH, STRIKWARN REQUESTS FROM RELEVANT TARGET "HITLIST" FOLLOWS (THE ENTIRETY OF/FULL HITLIST LIKEWISE ALSO ADDITIONALLY FOLLOW);

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GREENLAND;

NUUK, THULE, ANGMAGSSALIK, NORD, DANMARKSHAVN, SHANNON, DANEBORG, SCORESBYSUND, TINGIARMIUT, KRAULSHAVN, UPERNAVIK, GODHAVN, SONDRE STROMFJORD, HOLSTEINSBURG , SUKKERTOPPEN, GRONDA, NARSAAQ, JULIANEHAB, NANORTALIK, END.

ICELAND;

AKUREYRI, REYKJAVIK, AKRANES, HUSAVIK, END.

THE UNITED KINGDOM and IRELAND;

LONDON, MANCHESTER, GLASGOW, EDINBURGH, NEWCASTLE, DUBLIN, BELFAST, BOLTON, ABINGDON, ABERDEEN, LIVERPOOL, ASHFORD, BIRMINGHAM, ACCRINGTON, LIMAVADY, ALDERSHOT, ALDRIDGE BROWNHILLS, WAKEFIELD, LEEDS, BRADFORD, CARDIFF, BRISTOL, ASHINGTON, NORWICH, IPSWICH, CARLISLE, ASHTON-UNDER-LYNE, AXMINSTER, AYCLIFFE, ALFRETON, ALTRINCHAM, CAMBRIDGE, WOLVERHAMPTON, AMERSHAM, ANDOVER, ARNOLD, ARUNDEL, HULL, SALFORD, SALE, STOCKPORT, CAERNARFON, NEFYN, WELSHPOOL, DERBY, NOTTINGHAM, MATLOCK, SWANSEA, TAUNTON, PLYMOUTH, PORTSMOUTH, BLACKBURN, DURHAM, BRADFORD,DUNDEE, GREENOCK, HAMILTON, LUTON, MAIDSTONE, SHEFFIELD, SLOUGH, SOLIHULL, SOUTHAMPTON, SOUTHEN-ON-SEA, SOUTH SHIELDS, SAINT ANNE, SAINT HELIER, SAINT PETER PORT, SAINT SAMPSON'S, AIRDRIE, ANGLESEY ISLAND @HJ0172WESTFIAR, MERTON, MIDDLESBROUGH, MILTON KEYNES, NEWCASTLE UPON TYNE, NEWCASTLE-UNDER-LYME, NEWHAM, NORTHAMPTON, NORWICH, SOUTHWARK, SPENBOROUGH, STAFFORD, STANLEY, STEVENAGE, STOCKTON-ON-TEES, STOKE-ON-TRENT, SUNDERLAND, SUTTON, SWINDON, NEWPORT GWENT, BARKING, BARNET, BASILDON, LANCASTER, LEICESTER, PIEC, LAMBETH, LEEDS, CAMDEN, CANTERBURY, BOOTLE, BOURNEMOUTH, BRENT, BROMLEY, BURNLEY, CHELTENHAM, CHESTER, COVENTRY, GARDEN, COLCHESTER, CRAWLEY, CREWE AND NANTWICH, CROYDON, DARLINGTON, DERBY, EALING, ENFIELD, EXETER, FAREHAM, GILLINGHAM KENT, GLOUCESTER, GOSPORT, GREENWICH, HACKNEY, HARING, HAVERING, HILLINGDON, KINGSTON UPON THAMES, KING'S LYNN, LYNNE, KENSINGTON AND CHELSEA, ISLINGTON, HOUNSLOW, DONEGAL, BALLYCASTLE, ANTRIM, DOWNPATRICK, MONAGHAN, DUNDALK, FARHAN, MUFF, BALLINA, AGHAGOWER, FRENCHPARK, BALLINASLOE, MULLINGAR, WICKLOW, KILLALOE, SHANNON, KILKEE, YOUGHAL, COBH, CORK HARBOUR, CLASHMORE, WEXFORD, NEW ROSS, ARKLOW, RUSH, KILKENNY, END.

GUYANA;

GEORGETOWN, BARTICA, BILOKU, NEW AMSTERDAM, MABARUMA, KAMARANG, END.

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ALL PREPARATIONS COMPLETED

READY TO ENGAGE.

[rusty-gloinks]

goodbyeu tumblr !!!!!!!forever !!!!! [jokgin im goign insane right now .I just don’t want spoilers lBYE TUMVLR MOOTS ANDJ FRIENDS ILY /P

[rastronomicals]

3:00 PM EDT October 4, 2024:

Gordons - "Spik And Span" From the album The Gordons (1981)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Gordons were the progenitor to the legendary New Zealand band Bailter Space

File under: Kiwi Skronk

[bookhouseboy1980-blog]

Buffy Season 4: The Harsh Light of Day and Fear, Itself

For more you can sub to my channel: https://www.youtube.com/@borednow5838/videos

[gender-euphowrya]

funniest defense of that one writer that keeps saying nonsense and funding hate groups You Know The One is when people say "well i still like her work because she writes well"

have you actually read a single fucking word of her latest works

i know nobody in their right mind should willingly subject themselves to this but i beg you to look up the polish character in her detective story

[ajax-mew]

i almost ate my septum spikes earlier

[spiknspan]

Transforming Workspaces: The Rise of Office Fitouts and Refurbishments in Sydney

In the bustling business landscape of Sydney, the concept of office fitouts and refurbishments has gained significant traction. As companies strive to create more engaging, efficient, and inspiring workspaces, the focus has shifted towards designing offices that not only reflect the company's identity but also enhance employee productivity and satisfaction.

The Evolution of Office Spaces in Sydney

Gone are the days when office spaces in Sydney were mere rows of desks and chairs. Today's office environments are about fostering collaboration, creativity, and a sense of community. This evolution is largely driven by the changing dynamics of the workforce and the growing importance of workplace well-being.

Why Office Fitouts and Refurbishments?

Brand Representation: A well-designed office is a reflection of the company's brand and values. It's an opportunity to make a statement about what the company stands for and how it perceives itself.

Employee Productivity and Wellbeing: There's a growing body of evidence suggesting that the physical office environment significantly impacts employee morale, productivity, and overall wellbeing. Natural lighting, ergonomic furniture, and breakout areas are no longer luxuries but necessities.

Adapting to New Ways of Working: The rise of hybrid work models has necessitated flexible and adaptable office designs. Modern fitouts in Sydney often include elements like hot-desking areas, soundproof pods for virtual meetings, and collaborative spaces.

The Sydney Scene: Trends in Office Fitouts and Refurbishments Sydney, being a hub for innovation and business, has seen some fascinating trends in office designs:

Sustainability: Eco-friendly fitouts are gaining momentum, with businesses increasingly opting for sustainable materials, energy-efficient lighting, and green spaces.

Technology Integration: Smart offices with integrated technology for better connectivity and automation are becoming the norm.

Bespoke Designs: Customized fitouts that resonate with a company's unique culture are in demand. This includes tailored artwork, brand colors, and unique furniture designs.

Choosing the Right Partner for Your Office Transformation

Embarking on an office fitout or refurbishment in Sydney requires a trusted partner who understands your vision. Look for a company with a proven track record, an understanding of current trends, and the ability to deliver a space that aligns with your objectives.

In conclusion, office fitouts and refurbishments in Sydney are not just about aesthetics; they are about creating environments that inspire and motivate. As businesses continue to evolve, the office space will remain a crucial element in supporting this growth, fostering a culture of innovation, and attracting top talent. The right office environment can be a game-changer in the way a business operates and is perceived, making it a worthwhile investment for any forward-thinking company.

Source Link: https://www.spiknspan.com.au/transforming-workspaces-the-rise-of-office-fitouts-and-refurbishments-in-sydney/

[merodigiart]

(via "Cactus and Flowers " Tote Bag for Sale by Amr Arida)

[windmills123]

[dutchjan]

March 29, 2023

[peoplemovr]

OH MY GODH. HES INSANE AHGGHH

i drew your march hare ponie.... @peoplemovr

[turbulentscrawl]

Reminders of the Horror (Norton & Edgar)

warnings: character death (you), descriptions of heavy gore (I mean it. the Norton one is p bad), angst, lots of blood and pain

Your ears are ringing.

There’s not really any reason for them to be. All things considered, the wall coming down wasn’t that loud, and neither was your screaming. But your ears are ringing like you think Norton’s must have during that horrible event so much like this moment. Aside from the volume, everything is exactly as he’d described it on those late, sleepless nights. The dust, the dark, the agonized cries. (Yours.) Somewhere in your scrambled mind, you’re sure Norton sees the ghosts of his spiteful coworkers littered about him, but it’s just you there, trapped under the rubble of the asylum’s collapsed walls. You’ve seen single portions of wall collapse at the church, but never anything like this. Fools Gold had somehow managed to bring down an entire section of the sprawling building. Right on top of you.

You’re wailing and screaming for Norton, and he’s just sitting there, mere feet from you, paralyzed. His face looks like a dead man’s.

“Norton!” you scream, almost incomprehensible. His name leaves your lips along with all the air in your lungs, the rubble crushing everything out of you. You’d never dared to imagine what this kind of death felt like. Never wanted to experience the horror of it. And the pain is beyond words. Every cell in your body screams wrong, wrong, pain!

The rubble continues to settle, shift, and somehow it all gets worse. Your bones give like fragile chalk. Your abdomen shifts, squeezed from the bottom-up like a tube of toothpaste. When you open your mouth again, blood and bile gush forward, followed by a bulge of something horrifically organ-like that chokes your airways. You claw a desperate hand towards Norton, and he reacts only by numbly pushing himself away.

His back hits the far wall, still staring with unfocused eyes, and through the window above him you spot Fools Gold amble into frame. He’s grinning, albeit tightly.

“Don’t mind him,” the Worse Norton says, stepping through the window. Stepping on Norton like he’s an insect. Stepping right into the pool of your liquified viscera. “Sorry, babe, you know I wasn’t aiming for you. Just trying to give that one a hard time. That sure looks rough, though. Let me help you out real quick.”

You’re crying, but there’s no air to sob. Only bloody, salty tears as your feel yourself about to burst from the mouth. Fools Gold raises his pickaxe—perhaps the one mercy he’s still capable of giving—and brings the heavy point down on your head.

There’s so much blood. Your blood. It’s unnerving despite Edgar’s assurances that it’s good.

From your position, though, it’s hard to see how this is good. Only you two are left in this match against the triplets, and you’re only meters from the exit gate death’s door with a porcupine’s worth of metal thorns lodged in your body. The wrecked wedding venue does not help the mood, and freedom being so close by is but a taunt. You have a win at hand, if only Edgar would flee. Edgar, though, is determined to drag your mangled figure out with him no matter how much it cost.

And it was costing a lot of hurt. The spiks caught in the dirt, in the cobblestone, and pulled on your flesh and muscle, poking and swirling around inside your bruises.

“Go,” you gasp, hiccupping in pain. If he’d go, secure the win, you could die faster too. The pain would stop faster. “Go, Edg—go. I won’t…last. Go.”

“You need to tough it out,” he says through gasps of strained effort. His soft face is twisted with determination. He is not a strong man to begin with, and the added weight of the spikes is only making this harder for him. His skin and hair are dripping with blood, sweat, and mud. “I told you I can do this. Just deal with it a little longer.” In the not-so-far distance, you hear the familiar metal and cloth of the triplets shifting out of their dreaded Breaking Wheel.

“Ed,” you sob, crying dirty tears. Everything is blurry, indistinct. A bubble of blood comes up with your next scream of pain, “Go!”

“I am not afraid of death,” Edgar snaps at you. “Least of all for a situation like this.” Suddenly, he drops you and his hands are all over your body, your wounds, on the ground. Touching until his fingers and palms are running with rivulets of your blood. Then he starts smattering it about his last blank canvas with a desperate speed you’ve never seen utilized for his creations. A mania-like joy overtakes his eyes as he smacks, pokes, and smears your blood into something to distract the Hunter.

“It’s perfect,” you hear him say. When he grabs you up again, you jolt with a scream and realize, foggily, that you blacked out during his creative process. And will black out again, despite the pain’s best efforts to keep you conscious. Edgar starts dragging you again, somehow, miraculously making it to the door. When you look up, you see the triplets there, looking over a propped painting in the aisle. They’re shaking, then howling. With rage.

They grab the canvas and launch it in a tantrum towards your now-immune forms stepping over the invisible line. It clatters in front of your fading eyes, allowing you to see, barely, the butchered forms of the triples painted in your blood. A daring threat from the painter holding you to his chest as you’re swept back to the manor, where you can die and rebirth in peace.

[rastronomicals]

2:54 PM EST December 20, 2023:

Gordons - "Spik And Span" From the album The Gordons (1981)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

Gordons were the progenitor to the legendary New Zealand band Bailter Space

File under: Kiwi Skronk

[slurpeefrom711]

I dunno if anyone had pointed this out but y'know what these two have in common??

They both hold the Virtue of Deceit and Silence, which both can be used to hide the truth

One can choose to cover up the truth by shifting it into something its not, hence the name Deceit

While the other one can cover up the truth by choosing to not speak of anything, hence the name Silence.

(well the theory was supposed to end here but ideas came so I'll just keep going-)

Before corruption, Shadow Milk and Silent Salt held the Virtue of Knowledge and Solidarity, and then they turned into Deceit and Silence.

What could they possibly be hiding for them to be corrupted?

Jumping into headcanon territory here, my personal theory is that in Smilk's case he realized that having too much knowledge on anything can cause you to be hella powerful so he started sharing some misinformation to balance things out (this is heavily tied to my hc that Smilk was the founder of blueberry yogurt academy, like bro was literally a professor there)

Meanwhile in Ssalt's case (assuming they're a king of their own kingdom, and was on good terms with literally every other kingdom leader there was) (cuz solidarity),, they knew so much political drama bullshit that they succumbed into silence to not cause war and conflict

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, sorry if I worded some of these weirdly i kent spik inglish

[tonberry-yoda]

Spaced Out - Spike Spiegel

notes - I watched cowboy bebop and found my type in spike spiegel. i need him carnally, so i thought i'd start with something fluffy for now before it gets angsty. plus ive been cleaning all day and needed to take a little break. I think I for sure want to do a part II, so let me know if you wanna be tagged in it <3 word count - 1165 genre - fluff

“She’s not waking up.” you heard a deep voice say as you slightly came to consciousness.

“I’m not blind, Jet. Think she died?” you heard another voice pitch in. It sounded playful, but deep; just not as deep as the first man’s voice – Jet.

“Nah, I don’t think it’s that bad… hm…”

You felt your eyes try to open, but it wasn’t working. You wanted to stretch, do anything that would signal that you could hear what was happening around you, but nothing was working.

“How’d she even end up here?” the second voice asked.

“You know that bounty I was trying to catch?”

“It’s her?!”

“No, no, she was just nearby when I was trying to catch the guy… She got wrapped up in all of it and the asshole knocked her out.”

“No shit.” the second voice chuckled and you heard the sound of a lighter and smelled cigarette smoke.

Somehow, that got you to feel a little more alive and you were able to slightly open your eyes. A groan came out of you as your eyelashes fluttered open.

“She’s waking up!” Jet said. When you opened your eyes, you saw the man, who had a metal arm and a very concerned expression on his rugged face.

“Well, would you look at that?” the other man puffed at his cigarette and chuckled.

“Spike, come on, be nice. She could really be hurt.”

When you were able to get your eyes to open with ease, you turned to look at the other man – Spike – and you felt like this was all suddenly a dream.

“Where am I?” you managed to say. The slur in your voice was embarrassing.

“Don’t worry,” Jet said. “We’re not here to hurt you–”

“Or kidnap you.” Spike spoke up.

“Shut up, Spike.” Jet turned to you and grabbed both of your hands softly. “Do you know your name?”

You nodded. “y/n. It’s y/n.”

“y/n,” Jet said softly. “I’m Jet.”

“Nice to meet you.” you tried. Your voice sounded tired and it felt like you were still drifting in and out of sleep.

“Do you live nearby?” Jet asked.

You looked around the area you were in, but it looked to be the inside of a ship. A little messy, but comfortable.

“How would I know if I’m on a ship?” you chuckled.

Jet’s face turned bright red. “We-We’re not kidnapping you, I am so sorry, uh…” He looked frantically around him and Spike chuckled, putting out his cigarette on a metal table next to him.

“y/n, can you walk?” Spike asked.

You looked down at your hands and they looked as though they were spinning. You were incredibly dizzy, so there was probably no chance.

“I don’t think so.”

“You wouldn’t mind if I carried you, would you?” Spike leaned in strikingly close to your face and you had to move back a bit.

“Uh…”

“Spike, don’t scare the poor thing!” Jet pushed Spike back and apologized on his behalf.

“I wouldn’t mind… I don’t think. I don’t really know if my brain is working properly, to be honest.” you laughed.

“See, Jet, the little lady doesn’t mind.”

“Spike, don't.”

Spike walked over and wrapped his long arm underneath your knees. He whispered a light apology under his breath and picked you up with ease. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and looked away from him with a red face. You couldn’t tell if it was from being unconscious and still being barely a human or the truth, but Spike was really good looking. “You ready, my dear?” he asked.

You nodded and looked over at Jet, who looked upset.

“Oh, quit pouting, Jet. I won’t be out long. And who knows, maybe I’ll catch the man you couldn’t.”

Jet huffed while Spike left with you in his arms. When the two of you stepped out of the ship, it was night and the sky was full of bright stars. The last thing you remember was going shopping around midday, so how long were you out?

“Know where you are?” Spike asked.

You looked at your surroundings, even if a little dizzy. Immediately, you recognized the port where Spike and Jet parked their ship.

“I live in town.” you told him. “Not too far from here.” You lazily pointed to the town just outside the port and Spike began walking that way. He took it easy as to not make you dizzier than you already were and you appreciated that.

“So you’re a bounty hunter?” you asked. Your voice sounded less slurred, so that was good.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that. What about you, love?”

You could feel yourself blush and were thankful for the night sky. “I used to be a bounty hunter.”

“Shit, really?”

You nodded. “I don’t do it much anymore. Wanted to settle down. Now I sell info.”

“You make good money that way?”

“Great money. Lots of people looking for info around here, so it makes my job easy.”

“Sounds nice. Settling down.”

“It’s all right.” you admitted. You felt yourself dissociating and getting much too tired, but you continued. “Sometimes I miss running around and trying to live in the stars.”

Spike hummed, but left it at that. It was as if he noticed you weren’t quite there.

“Sorry.” you mumbled.

“For what?”

“Getting you involved.”

“I should be saying that, silly. You must be real tired.”

You smiled and closed your eyes. “Something like that.”

“Well, hey, no falling asleep yet. Which one’s your place?”

“Two more rights. Then a left. The one with the blue door. There should be a key under the mat.”

“All right, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” Spike picked up the pace until you two made it. He squatted down and fished for the key, which he luckily found. When he opened the door, you were hit with the smell of your own home.

You felt Spike’s arms leave your body and instead felt the plush couch beneath you.

“Do you live with anyone else?” Spike whispered.

You shook your head. “Just me.” your eyes were still closed, so all you could feel was Spike’s warm, cigarette-scented breath on your cheek.

“You gonna be okay?”

“I think so.”

“You need a hospital.” Spike tucked your hair behind your ear gently.

“Do I?”

“I think so?” Spike chuckled. “I dunno, I’ve been shot a dozen times and end up fine.”

“Same.” You curled over on your side.

“Please be safe.” His voice was soft.

You turned to look at him in the dark of your living room. He looked like a beautiful silhouette.

“Why?” you asked.

“I want to see you again.”

You smiled even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“You will.”

“Promise?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

You could see in his shadow that he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I expect a date next time. You know, for saving your life.”

You laughed. “Whatever you say, space cowboy.”

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[panimoonchild]

Value your life, the best of us pay the highest price for it

Denys Zelenyi, a soldier of the Bureviy National Guard Brigade, died at the front yesterday.

He used to work as a manager at the Honey confectionery chain. You may remember him from the video "Do you spik paskas [bake Easter bread]?" that went viral.

2021:

- Do you bake Easter bread?

- Yes, I bake!

2022:

- Do you bake Easter bread?

- Yes, I bake and russians too.

2023:

We baked, are baking, and will continue to bake.

2024:

I'm baking, dear, I'm baking!

That's how he will be remembered for his humor. He left behind a lot of beauty in our history.

Denys Zelenyi is also the author of the famous photo of Serebryanyi Forest, where fierce fighting is taking place.

You could remember it from posts comparison to burning down forests in France in the period of World War I.

Eternal honor to the fallen hero.

A very cool guy died today. A warrior, a confectioner, a psychologist, a pro.

Denys Zelenyi. We have known each other since the days of the Military Institute, when we studied at the university.

He knew how to support people. He knew how to inspire. He knew how to give strength.

Denys served in the Bureviy unit of the National Guard of Ukraine.

Don't be indifferent. Please hear our cry out to the world, keep spreading our voices, and donate to our army and combat medics (savelife.in.ua, prytulafoundation.org, Serhii Sternenko, hospitallers.life, ptahy.vidchui.org, and u24.gov.ua).