#TF Air Patrol

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Feature Character of November

Sky High of the Air Patrol!

Toy Bio:

"The sky's the limit." Note: The bio below is for the entire Micromaster Air Patrol. "Keep your eye to the sky!" An elite corps of top-notch fliers. Considered the best aerial fighters to ever take to the skies. Revered by their fellow Autobots for their ability to neutralize enemy encampments without destroying the surrounding area. Fast, fierce, efficient fighters. Able to emit circular force field that's impervious to most armaments when flying in a "V" formation. Also armed with high intensity heat lasers and long-range communications systems. All equipped with sub-orbital travel capabilities. Usually commissioned for the Autobot's most dangerous special air missions.

Sky High was introduced with other MicroMasters in 1990! He is noted to be an optimist who looks on the bright side of life and for the silver linings in situations. Unfortunately, this gets him into tough spots as he rarely harbors any suspicions towards others.

Over the years, Sky High has popped up in cameos a few times, mostly in Japanese stories under the name "Airmaster". He has a dedicated story in United EX where he "luckily" finds his friend, Choppermaster, but it was a trick.

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I loved the way you wrote about Megatron in Earthspark. Can you keep writing?

(Please I beg you. It's impossible to find anything about him)

🥺😭😭

Give Up/Give In Pt 8

TF Earthspark Megatron

• Aware of Bumblebee staring at him and the scout’s infuriatingly knowing smirk as he patrols outside the house while you and the Malto family eat, he vents on a growl. “If you want to say something, say it.” Keeping the house in sight since your panic attack still has him out of sorts. That you’d not only reached for him, but clung to him. And somehow his rumbling growl hadn’t made things worse, you’d actually calmed for him.

• “Nothing,” Bee shrugs, hands spread. “You just keep surprising me.” Optics narrowing, his big servos flex. He’d forged these hands into weapons of war, but you’d still felt safe in them. Entrusting yourself to him. And the scout had walked up in time to see him lower you to your feet and gently wipe away the tears so no one else would know you’d broken down.

• “You still see the monster,” he says. Not really a surprise, when he can’t even escape the weight of his own sins. Taking care of you won’t undo the atrocities he’d committed, but he needs to do it. To prove to himself that he’s not still the warlord driven to do whatever it takes, willing to even burn his own world to ash in a ruthless bid to win. Knows that everything went too far and that was his fault, and that there’s no undoing his past. But this he can do. Your life won’t be lost because of him.

• “Hard not to.” Helm tipping up toward the full moon overhead, Bumblebee shrugs again, but he appreciates the blunt honesty. “But we’ve all done things. It was war.” The words are a kindness really, but they do little to ease his conscience. How many lives had he ruined? Destroyed? It’s no wonder his former followers hate him with such visceral passion. They’d believed in him and he’d dragged them into the Pit. And left them there while he’d walked away free.

• Opening the door, you inhale the night air, smelling honeysuckle and pine as you find the glow of optics in the dark. Hesitating when you see the blue pair and sitting on the step to wait. The Malto’s are nice, kinder than you’d expected, so kind it almost hurts. Underlining your own distant relationship with your family. Going home for you, seeing family, means a trip halfway across the country and you like your independence. But you miss belonging.

• Unsure how to respond to the scout, he turns as the house door opens and he sees you silhouetted there, just a shadow limned in light before you sit on the steps. And he’s striding across the yard. Because you need him and he needs you to prove to himself that their worst fears aren’t right. That he can really change, that he’s not still the monster that haunts his recharge, hands wet with energon. Reaching toward you and his own redemption with those same hands.

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a/n: me n my best baby @earth222abi were talking about this on tiktok and I js had to form a post 🧘🏻‍♀️

warnings: none, headcanons rly

this man can and will come home with random strays at any given moment. dogs, cats, you name it, hes brought it back to his canal boat. including a "hamster" (it was a fucking mouse)

cat distribution system LOVES him. "don' mind these, they jus' a couple o' squatters" and its 4 cats sleeping on his floor, table, bed and worktop living their best lives. if he doesn't see a "regular" as he calls them, on a boring patrol night he'll search for them in usual places because he's so worried.

I think he permanently adopted a stray blue staffy & he just annoys TF outta that poor dawg cuz he loves it. (like this)

can, will & does send you those tiktoks he gets on his fyp with 2 likes of some old tosser on their 2014 android and says "litch me". also sends those tiktoks where its like "you belong to me😈😈" and he fully is just an absolute dickhead with annoying you. (abi damn near killed me for sending those tiktoks)

BUT if you do it back n call this man kitten or sum fucking shit he WILL stare at you sooooo fed up. "only funny when I do it." alr double standards.

carves your initials into his guitar.

fully steals feminine hygiene products for you if you're afab, binders & chest tape if ur ftm, what u want, this man gets. fuck big businesses and that.

loves when you two wander around town at xmas time when theres all those little stalls up.

he pokes ur waist. everytime he sees an opportunity, done. snorts to himself when you yelp.

....he loves a good bubble bath I'm sorry. being spiderman means having achey muscles all the live long day so if you run him a nice bubble bath this man will love you for the rest of his damn life. (even though he would either way.)

on that subject, he too gangly for a shower, the shower doesn't go high enough so he either hunches or uses his webs to put it higher (and that pisses u off if ur shorter) and his knobbly ahh knees poke out the bath sometimes but he too busy in his world to gaf. (you're sat on the toilet watching him and just giggling ur ass off)

he loves sewing. his "nanny" definitely taught him when he was just a lil geezer which is how he has all his patches and badges on his clothes, he put them on himself! only sews in the way his grandmother showed him to honour her, and refuses point blank to do it any other way, even if they're easier/sturdier. trust in great mrs brown.

loves picking you literal weeds out the ground with some daisies and presenting them like they're a 10/10 bouquet with a FAT lopsided grin on his face.

if you yawn infront of him I feel like sometimes he'll just blow air into your mouth briefly before carrying on with his business. idk. he's just got such annoying older brother energy and I feel like that's js what he'd do.

thanks for coming to my ted talk!

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

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I need to work in an interaction in the upcoming scene I'm picturing with Wade and Peter 2 on patrol where they have to fend off an attack and they subvert the usual bit where the small acrobatic one gets boosted and tossed in the air by the beefy one, because Peter 2 may be 5'8" to Wade's 6'5", but he's many times stronger and Wade is also acrobatic.

And on top of that I want Wade to be like, "Yeet me, Spidey!" And Peter 2 to be like tf you mean? (But with his face, this Spidey don't swear on duty) And DP is already running at him and has to desperately mime putting his hands together and hoisting while thinking of a synonym and it finally clicks and he goes flying like "UPPIES!!" And they take down like 10 guys. Ahh...

[pigeonstuffxd]

My first TF oc!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Next step: Make her a ref sheet!! X3

Character background: ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Origins of Gamma-01:

Gamma-01, better known simply as Gamma, is a Cybertronian Seeker who once served as the captain of the Air Force long before the war between the Autobots and Decepticons erupted. In those earlier days of peace and prosperity on Cybertron, Gamma commanded elite squadrons, ruling the skies with her alternate form as an jet. She was born to fly, known for her unshakable calm and deadly precision. Her cold charisma inspired both respect and fear. As a leader, she was ruthless and focused on perfection, treating every mission like an operation to be executed flawlessly, leaving no room for emotion or camaraderie.

Gamma kept herself distant from the political struggles that simmered beneath the surface of Cybertron. Her only concern was honing her skills and defending her home planet. But it was this emotional distance and icy demeanor that would eventually leave her vulnerable to an event that would change her life forever.

The Accident That Changed Everything:

During a routine mission long before the war, Gamma was leading a patrol to inspect ancient energy infrastructures in the Wastelands, a hazardous region filled with forgotten technology and unknown dangers. What was supposed to be a simple surveillance operation turned into a nightmare when a long-dormant device buried deep underground suddenly activated.

An invisible energy pulse struck Gamma directly, instantly disintegrating her wings. The blast destabilized her internal circuits, causing permanent damage to her transformation system. Her wings, vital to her ability to transform into an alt mode, were not only physically destroyed, but the neural circuits that controlled them were irreparably damaged.

Despite the efforts of Cybertron's top engineers, it became clear that her wings could not be restored or her symbiotic connection with her alt-mode repaired. The mysterious weapon had damaged her internal matrix at such a deep level that even the advanced technology of Cybertron was powerless to fix it. Her wings couldn’t simply be replaced or repaired—any attempt caused extreme pain and worsened her condition.

Descent into Anger:

Unable to accept this new reality, Gamma was soon relieved of her duties in the High Guard. For a Seeker, losing her wings was far more than a physical limitation; it was the loss of her very identity. Flying was her passion, her purpose. Being grounded devastated her mentally. Her once-respected reputation began to crumble, and those who once revered her now whispered behind her back, either pitying her or quietly relishing her downfall.

Gamma’s coldness turned into a smoldering anger. Iacon, the city that had once elevated her, now discarded her when she could no longer serve its purposes. Instead of remaining a shadow of her former self in a society that had moved on, Gamma left Iacon, severing all ties with her past.

Rebirth as a Mercenary:

Gamma wandered Cybertron’s most remote and desolate regions, searching for a new path. Stripped of her wings and former glory, she realized that she needed to reinvent herself. She found a new calling in the harsh, cutthroat world of the Mercenaries. Among others with no allegiance, Gamma honed her ground combat skills and developed new strategies. Although she could no longer transform into an jet or take to the skies, she became a feared warrior on the ground, combining her military discipline with an acute sense of tactics.

Her intelligence, ability to outmaneuver opponents, and ruthless efficiency quickly made her one of the most sought-after mercenaries for dangerous, high-stakes missions. She carries out her contracts with cold, clinical precision, often working alone, preferring to rely on her own skills rather than on others, whom she sees as unpredictable variables.

The Inability to Repair:

The mystery behind Gamma’s inability to repair her wings remains an enigma. Some believe the energy wave that struck Gamma was linked to pre-Cybertronian technology, something older than their known history, making any repair attempts futile. Others speculate that the damage was not just physical or technological—it altered something deeper within her, something intrinsic to her nature as a Seeker.

Whatever the cause, Gamma has accepted that her wings will never return. But rather than dwell on this loss, she has reinvented herself. She no longer needs flight to be a formidable force. The skies may be closed to her, but on the ground, she reigns as a feared and respected mercenary—a cold, relentless predator driven by an iron will and the desire never to be vulnerable again.

Gamma Today:

Now, Gamma is an enigmatic and solitary figure among the Mercenaries. She pledges loyalty to no faction, choosing missions on her own terms and answering only to herself. Her coldness and charisma still inspire respect, and few dare to ask her about her past.

While she occasionally longs for the freedom of flight, Gamma has found a new form of freedom in her independence and in her mastery over her own fate. Her enemies no longer fear her for her ability to fly, but for her ability to plan and execute strategies with ruthless precision. She has become a formidable force in the shadows—a ghost of the skies, grounded but more dangerous than ever.

Gamma may no longer have wings, but in her heart, she is still a Seeker. Now, instead of ruling the skies, she controls the ground with cold, calculated precision, determined to prove that even without her wings, she remains a force to be reckoned with.

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Our Own Choices

Chapter 13

When we reach back to the Anaxes base, I go to the medbay and get my hand fixed up. Medical droid replaces the shattered bone inside with metal and my hand's good as new. Echo's doing good as well. He's recovering from what damage he took on Skako Minor. 

So Echo has a plan about getting onto a Separatist Dreadnought and into Trench's comm vault so that he can feed Trench strategies that we already know and let the Republic retake Anaxes. I've been hanging out with the batch for a while, and I actually feel like I fit in with them. I don't get weird looks for being different.

Tech's fixing the ship while I show Hunter and Wrecker how I manage to fit 20 knives into my wrist compartment. Wrecker looks shocked, Hunter raises an eyebrow, looking slightly impressed. Then I see Tech trying to get a piece of metal loose from the engine, and I throw a knife at it, hitting the piece of metal with the hilt of the knife, and the metal piece falls to the ground, along with my knife. I head over to pick up my knife and receive a "That was unnecessary" from Tech. I smirk as I throw my knife up in the air and catch it.

Echo, Rex and General Skywalker come over just as Tech finishes the repairs.

"Tech, is everything ready?" Hunter asks.

"Yep Sarge, we are ready," Tech replies. "Still not sure how we are gonna land on that ship."

"Don't worry, Echo says he's got a plan," Rex says, putting a hand on Tech's shoulder.

"That makes me feel so much better," Tech replies, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"What do you mean by that?" Rex and I ask at the same time, slightly annoyed.

"To be blunt, his mind belonged to the Separatists until we unplugged him. We don't really know where his loyalties lie."

Good point.

"Yea. Well I know. Now get moving," Rex orders.

We walk up the ship, and I'm standing next to Crosshair and Hunter, Tech's piloting, and Wrecker's slightly restless.

"Please tell me we are blowing something up," he says, turning to face us.

"Sorry Wrecker, this is strictly stealth," General Skywalker replies.

I like that word.

Wrecker groans. "I hate that word."

Oh cmon Wrecker I thought we were getting along here

"Echo, you're up," General Skywalker says and Echo plugs his mechanical arm into the scomp link. "As soon as I plug in, I'll send a signal to the command ship."

"What type of signal are you gonna send?" Hunter asks. "Nothing that'll give us away, right?"

"As far as the droids are concerned, we're just gonna be another one of their shuttles coming in for a landing," Echo replies.

"And the regs think we take risks," Hunter says as he and Crosshair give a sideways glance at each other.

We fly for a short while, past some of the Separatist ships stationed above Anaxes.

"Sending the signal...now."

Echo I swear if you give us away I will fucking waterboard you and then carve your eyes out.

"Roger roger, Shuttle TC-159. You may approach and land." A battle droid's voice is heard over throughout the ship.

Wow looks like I don't get to torture Echo today. How sad.

Wait tf is my brain thinking rn stfu brain

Wrecker groans. "I'd still rather blow it up."

"I have a feeling you'll get your chance," Tech says.

Really hope he doesn't.

We fly past the fleet of Separatist ships and up to the Dreadnought, flying under it. The ship turns upside-down, much to my discomfort as I land head-first onto Rex's chest, and we're now on the underside of the Dreadnought.

As I stand up on the ceiling of the ship, rubbing my head, I ask, "Okay so how the fuck are we getting from the damn underside of this thing INTO it?"

The door at the bottom of the ship opens and so does the one in the Dreadnought. The ladder in the floor extends and we climb in.

I ready my pistol and knife, in case there are any clanker patrols nearby. Luckily for us, there aren't any.

I help Echo up and we walk through the corridors cautiously, with General Skywalker leading the front and Crosshair and I guarding our flank, walking backwards, on alert in case any clankers show up.

Echo, Tech , Rex and General Skywalker enter the comm vault, while Hunter, Wrecker, Crosshair and I guard the door.

"So uh how's it usually like on missions without us regs?" I ask, not expecting much of a response from Crosshair. 

"Wild," Crosshair says as Hunter walks into the comm vault to check on Echo and the others. I raise an eyebrow at him, although he can't see it from under my helmet.

"Yeah, our last mission was with those Yalbec males, and they tried to eat us after I cut off the queen's stinger," Wrecker says.

"Why? They jealous that you get that Yalbec pussy and they don't?" I ask, smirking slightly.

Wrecker side-eyes Crosshair, and Crosshair replies, "Yea, I guess so."

I grin under my helmet, holding back a laugh, trying to stay focused.

Echo's taking a while, and some clankers have started to come through the corridor. Crosshair goes to take care of some of them and I follow him.

I take cover at the side of the entrance to the corridor, shooting at the B2 super battle droids with my pistol, throwing my knife at one of them and hitting it in the head. There's about 16 of them, and Crosshair gets more kills than me, which sucks.

Wrecker joins us slightly late, and by then we've almost taken out all of them. As I throw another knife at the last one, I wait to see if there are any more droids before running to go pick up my knives. 

Crosshair, Wrecker and I lead the way through the corridors, shooting droids the moment we see them, littering the corridors with bodies of broken battle droids.

Wrecker runs ahead, and when he turns the corner, some battle droids start firing at him, and he takes cover around the corner. Crosshair and I start shooting at the droids in front of us, Rex behind us doing the same, and Hunter and Tech are taking care of the remaining droids at the back.

Then, Wrecker goes to absolutely destroy the battle droids with his bare hands, and I kinda feel bad for them as I look left and right, scanning the area for more droids as I hear the terrified screams of the battle droids and the crashing of metal against the walls.

"It's all clear!" I hear him shout, and we move out from the corner, Rex half-carrying Echo.

No time to ask what happened to Echo, if Rex is carrying him, he shouldn't be dead.

Some more battle droids come from the back, and Tech alerts us to them. "More droids."

"Go. I'll buy you some time," Crosshair says, throwing up a deflector puck in his hands just to look badass, and proceeds to do an epic shot where he just throws it at the battle droid's chest before shooting it in the head, then waiting for the precise moment to fire another shot at the deflector puck which bounces off the ceiling and at all 3 battle droids' heads. 

I just stand there, frozen for a moment before walking off with the others.

"We'll meet you at the infiltration point," Rex tells Crosshair.

Wrecker groans. "He's gonna try and top me. You watch."

"And me," I say in an annoyed tone.

We start half-walking half-running through the corridors, and we reach the infiltration point.

Tech looks through his visor. "I'm picking up dozens of droids on my sensors, all heading this way."

"Hope you're not waiting on me," General Skywalker says as he runs to our position.

Wow I didn't even notice he was gone I think I literally forgot he existed.

"Now all we're missing is Crosshair," Hunter says.

Right on cue, Crosshair comes running through the corridors to our position, throwing deflector pucks literally everywhere, and stops in front of us, turning backwards and aiming his rifle, using his right shoulder to support it.

"You miss me?" 

No.

"How touching."

Then he aims at the deflector puck as the droids come marching through the hallway and he fires.

The blaster bolt deflects off the first puck and then to the second and then to like the next 30, hitting all the droids in the side, and Wrecker and I just stand there gaping at what just became the most badass shot I've ever seen.

"THAT STILL ONLY COUNTS AS ONE!" I protest.

"Relax Wrecker," Hunter says as he nudges Wrecker in the shoulder. "You'll top him next time."

No he won't.

And then Crosshair just comes up to us just to say "No he won't" to Wrecker's face and now I'm trying my best not to laugh again. I'm quite sure Crosshair has the biggest smirk ever under that helmet right now.

Wrecker groans.

We climb down the ladder to get back into the ship and fly off.

"I've got a present for you, Wrecker," General Skywalker hands Wrecker what looks like a detonator with a green button.

"Oh, seriously? I get to blow it up? The whole kriffing thing?" Wrecker sounds excited as he takes the detonator from General Skywalker's hand, and Crosshair and I watch.

"This..." Wrecker wipes a probably happy tear from his eye. "Is the happiest day of my life."

He presses the button and I can hear all the ships behind us going kaboom as we fly back down to Anaxes.

When we land on Anaxes, we get praised by General Windu, and General Kenobi says we've got some medals coming our way.

I take off my helmet.

"Thank you, General," Rex says as he starts to walk off.

As Echo starts to walk away, and batch and I stay behind.

"You coming?" Echo asks.

"Not really our thing," Tech replies.

"Accolades," Crosshair clarifies.

"Yea, we're just in it for the thrill," Wrecker says.

"You sure it's your thing?" Hunter asks, the question directed at both of us.

Echo looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"Your paths are different," Hunter says. "Just like ours." He motions towards the batch. Echo looks down. "If you ever feel like you don't fit in with them, well, find us."

I...don't fit in with the 501st. Or any of the other regs. And I think Rex knows that. Echo knows that. 99 did. And so did...

Don't say his name. Don't say his name.

As the batch turn around and walk up to their ship, I'm standing beside Echo as Rex walks up to us. "Those are some of the finest troopers I've ever fought alongside." He pats Echo on the shoulder. "Echo. You and I go way back. If that's where you feel your place is, then that's where you belong."

I glance at Rex. "Does that apply to me?"

Rex sighs. "Yes, ad'ika. It does." He turns around and walks away. 

He's...he's letting me...what-

I thought he would-

Nevermind. Don't worry about that right now.

Echo and I look at each other before walking slowly up to the batch, and I see Rex turning back to look at us. Echo salutes him, and then I do the same, with the batch following.

"Goodbye, ad'ika," he mouths to me.

"Goodbye, buir," I mouth back. He smiles, and so do I. 

And then Echo, the batch and I turn around and walk into their-well now it's our ship, and we fly off.

On the ship, I sit on the floor, making myself comfortable, spinning my knife, scanning the surroundings of our ship. When I finally see the toilet sign, I sigh in relief.

Thank god.

I go into the toilet to take a piss, until I realize that there's something very wrong.

"GUYS WHY IS THERE ONLY A DAMN URINAL IN HERE WHERE'S THE MOTHERFUCKING TOILET BOWL?!" 

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They Used It In The War To Communicate With The Front: Operation Overlord, Poor Communication, the Burning Baby, and Defending Victor Creel (It’s Not Really Your Fault, Victor)

So, this post has been rattling around in my head for a LONGGGG time, and I’m digging up my WW2 nerd knowledge in defense of Victor Creel, especially with the new dialogue from Bob’s The First Shadow audition.

What am I defending? Well, I don’t think that the bomb strike on the French farmhouse (that resulted in the dead family & burning baby) was fully Victor’s fault. Did he call the strike? Yes. But as he said, he believed that the house had German soldiers inside.

Which brings us to the main point of this post: why did Victor believe that the house had German soldiers inside? Well, to answer that question, we first need a bit of a history lesson.

So, when we look at the Dear Billy script, we see that Victor was in Normandy in June of 1944.

Operation Overlord is frequently romanticized/these deaths are frequently ignored in favour of focusing on the successes, however, they're a key detail to understanding the full context of what happened with Victor. So, the majority of civillian deaths during Operation Overlord were the result of Allied bombing (source), which is exactly what Victor was part of (ordering a shelling/bombing). So why were there so many civillian deaths caused by bombing? Well, overall, part of it was problems with higher-up Allied planning for the bombing campaign, and part of it was communication issues.

When it comes to the communication side of things, basically, what happened, was that there was difficulty achieving effective air and ground coordination without the essential shore-based supporting command. Shore-to-air communication on D-Day was not practical, as shore-to-ship communication was difficult enough. Air support requests were passed back from the shores to the UK-based tasking agencies, but the official history records state that ‘on the whole, the Army was unable to offer any worthwhile targets, and armed reconnaissance missions were in the majority.’ Armed reconnaissance involved patrolling and searching for targets of opportunity without prior intelligence or guidance from the ground, and without any measures to prevent fratricide. (source) Basically, what all that means is that the air forces were lacking in communication with the ground forces & that the communications they did get were often unreliable/like playing a game of telephone.

Another problem with communication was that Trafford Leigh-Mallory, a RAF senior commander during Operation Overlord did not secure control of all air assets assigned to Overlord. The American forces disliked him and were reluctant to allow their strategic bombing force to obey British command. Ultimately, both Allied strategic bombing forces were placed under the direction of Air Chief Marshall Arthur Tedder, on the strict understanding that he was acting on Eisenhower’s behalf (source, page 249-255).

Unity amongst the high-ups is key for an effective air campaign & for effective communication, but this unity was not achieved during Operation Overlord. This is just one example of the problems amongst Allied higher-ups, but there were many other such problems amongst them (such as Bernard Montgomery's position in the chain of command relative to the air and sea commanders (source)) that resulted in communication problems during the Operation Overlord air/bombing campaign. Now that we've established the communication problems during Operation Overlord and how those tied to civillian deaths caused by bombing, let's go over to Bob's audition tape for TFS. We see that Bob's talking about "handy-talkies,' and he then goes on to talk about how they "used it (handy talkies) in the war to communicate with the front."

Not only is Bob talking about WW2, but he's specifically talking about radio communications with the ground troops, which is EXACTLY what Victor would've relied on to make the call about the shelling on the farmhouse. This dialogue is also specifically in the context of the idea of somebody using a handy talkie to interfere with radio waves, and also specifically about somebody using a handy talkie to interfere with radio waves and cause deaths/a "killer radio wave frequency".

Which, while I don't think that the radio wave itself is what killed that farmhouse family/I don't think that the situation in Hawkins with the radios is what happened with Victor, I think there IS subtext here, and subtext specifically about reinforcing the idea of radio fuckery that resulted in deaths- which is very, very likely what happened during Operation Overlord with Victor & difficulties with communications between air and ground forces which, again, is what Victor would have relied on to make his call about the shelling.

So, while Victor DID make that call about the farmhouse, I think a lot of people assumed that he did it out of pure negligence/put the blame fully on him. However, as mentioned previously, Victor himself even talks about how he believed that there were German soldiers inside the farmhouse- which is the sort of information that he would have gotten from the ground forces, who he was relying on for intel, as he clearly couldn't be down there himself to check. It's not so much willful negliengence as it is a string of communication failures that are not solely Victor's fault.

And if something went wrong with Victor's radio or the ground forces' radios, or if some radio interference (staring at people with powers and gates causing radio interference) ended up causing Victor's radio to tune in to the wrong frequency & caused him to overhear the wrong thing (that he was clear to bomb/that they had confirmed German soldiers were inside, which could have easily been something that was being said to somebody else on another channel considering the ton of bombing operations that were all happening at the same time), then Victor would have believed that not only was he clear to make the call to bomb the farmhouse, but that he needed to in order to prevent German soldiers from killing his comrades.

TLDR: Victor is definitely not solely at fault for the farmhouse, he was operating on information that he *should* have been able to trust, but communication failures during Operation Overlord resulted in the information being inaccurate.

This wasn't a "bomb them anyways"/coldhearted/knowingly sacrificing a family for the "greater good" moment. This was a "truly believing that the farmhouse was empty & that he could trust the communications coming from the ground forces & possibly radio fuckery & a call that he would not have made if he knew that there were civillians in the house" situation.

Like, what else was he supposed to do? Abandon his post and run down into the farmhouse without authorization, and without any knowledge of where German troops were, to check for himself? Which would have jeopardized his comrades in the process & also jeopardized other civillains since clearly there were troops relying on him to make calls, so if he just ran down to check (which, again, is RIDICULOUS, and he wouldn't have had time to anyways), he would have endangered more lives. And also, to end this post, something else that's interesting to me is that in an interview with Netflix, Robert Englund was asked if he believed that Victor deserved a happy ending.

Robert basically said that in his eyes, the main thing that he saw as making Victor *not* deserving of a happy ending was what happened at the farmhouse- but if that wasn't Victor's fault, which it very likely was not, then I'm still holding out for what Scott said about a timeline where none of these bad things ever happened/I'm still holding out for a somewhat happy ending for Victor.

Like, Robert talks about how "even though it was an accident," but what I think Robert is missing is the fact that the accident wasn't his fault. The accident wasn't Victor looking at the house and going "yep, those are German soldiers, bomb it!" and being wrong- the accident was some OTHER guy doing that OR *nobody* doing that and Victor's radio getting fucked with/communications being poor & Victor getting the wrong information entirely & then having to make a call based on that information, information that he SHOULD have been able to trust.

So while it was an accident, it wasn't really/fully Victor's accident, because he was relying on communications from others, communications that had a whole string of issues with higher-ups AND possible wrong information from the ground troops even IF Victor got the right channel/info from the right troops (ie, the ground troops being the ones to look at the house and say "yep, that's empty"/or his assigned ground troops said "no, it's got people in it!" but that message never got to Victor due to radio/communication fuckery & he instead may have gotten a "yep, it's all clear to bomb" message that was intended for someone else entirely)

And also, the Netflix Tudum article gets something wrong about what happened with Victor- they claim that Victor bombed the wrong home, but that's not true. Victor didn't bomb the wrong home at all. There's literally nothing in the show that indicates that Victor "bombed the wrong home," although I can see how the interviewer would make that mistake if they just watched through S4 once as a casual viewer/not analyzing it.

What happened, according to Victor himself, was that he bombed the right home, but believed that German soldiers were inside. Something that he believed because that's the information that ground forces would have given him, information that, again, he SHOULD have been able to rely on, but information that ended up being wrong due to the communication problems during Operation Overlord.

And also, when we go back to the scene where Victor talks about believing that German soldiers were inside, he says "I was wrong." This seems to imply that it was all Victor's fault, however, as mentioned previously, Victor would have been relying on communications from other forces, and the "I was wrong," here is likely the result of Victor blaming himself (which tracks because we know that even decades later, he's still wracked with guilt over the incident, even if it wasn't his fault at the core, being there at the wreckage & being the one to make the called (even if that call was based on incorrect info that he SHOULD have been able to trust) has clearly affected him and left him feeling deeply guilty about it).

We also have Henry talking about how "something was wrong with me" vs Victor's "I was wrong":

And we know that nothing was actually fundamentally "wrong," with Henry (ie, powers aren't inherently bad/wrong, mental illness/autism isn't bad/wrong, queerness isn't bad/wrong), Henry had just been led believe that something was wrong with him, he straight up says that doctors and teachers were the ones who believed that something was wrong with him.

And it's the same with Victor- Victor has just been led to believe that he was wrong/that it was his fault, when in reality, it wasn't. When in reality, the chain of command and communication fuckups during Operation Overlord were what was wrong, and Operation Overlord was so heavily romanticized/the failures of it were so overlooked for so long, especially overlooked by Allied higher-ups who didn't want to admit their failing, that Victor very very likely isn't even AWARE of those communication issues & therefore feels as if he has nowhere to put that blame except for on himself.

So, Robert and the Netflix Tudum interviewer are both missing key pieces of context (the Tudum interviewer straight up got stuff wrong about what we're actually told in the show & Robert doesn't seem fully aware of the communication issues with Operation Overlord & how those wouldn't have been Victor's fault. Which means that like I said before, I'm still holding out for that Victor happy ending.

[usafphantom2]

The story of the first unofficial MiG Kill achieved by an American fighter in the skies over Vietnam

April 29, 2016 Military Aviation DARIO LEONE

The F-100 Super Sabre flew more individual sorties in Vietnam than any other fighter, but it was never credited with an air-to-air victory.

The first officially listed American aerial victory during the Vietnam War was achieved by a U.S. Navy F-4B Phantom that destroyed a Chinese MiG-17 on Apr. 9, 1965. However, compelling evidence clearly suggests that another MiG-17, this time a North Vietnamese one, was shot down by a USAF F-100D, flown by Capt. Donald Kilgus on Apr. 4, achieving the only Super Sabre air-to-air victory and predating the first US Navy MiG Kill by five days.

Nevertheless according to Donald J. McCarthy, Jr. book, “MiG Killers A Chronology of U.S. Air Victories in Vietnam 1965-1973,” the outcome of the air battle during which Kilgus destroyed the MiG-17 has long been the subject of much debate by historians over years.

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This aerial engagement took place during the second strike on the Dragon’s Jaw bridge, 70 miles from Hanoi: the bridge was attacked by several F-105s while a total of 16 F-100Ds from the 416th Tactical Fighter Squadron (TFS) fulfilled both Rescue Combat Air Patrol (RESCAP) and MiG Combat Air Patrol (MiGCAP) missions.

As explained by Peter Davies and David Menard in their book “F-100 Super Sabre Units of the Vietnam War,” the RESCAP F-100D flight (using “Green” as callsign), carrying 2.75-in rocket pods, set up an offshore orbit, ready to move in and cover for SAR forces if required. As the strike package approached its target, the North Vietnamese controllers vectored two MiG-17s behind Green flight from a head-on approach.

The 416th TFS F-100s turned to meet them and Capt. Kilgus (flying the F-100D tail number 55-2894, callsign “Green 2”) pursued one of the MiGs in a steep dive from 20,000ft down to 7,000ft, firing several bursts with his 20mm cannons and observing hits on the fighter’s right stabilizer.

He and other flight members saw pieces flying off the MiG, but at the last moment Kilgus had to pull out of his dive, whereupon he lost sight of the target in the hazy conditions above the Gulf of Tonkin.

Super Sabre

Other three MiGs were able to attack the F-105s and two North Vietnamese pilots, Capt. Tran Hanh and Le Minh Huan, downed two of them, while the MiGCAP F-100Ds tried unsuccessfully to defend the Thuds, firing two Sidewinders and several bullets from their 20mm cannons that missed the MiG-17s.

Even though Kilgus believed that his MiG could not have survived, he was credited with only a probable victory by the U.S. Air Force because nobody had seen a pilot eject nor an aircraft crash. Moreover, the request to reconsider his claim was refused by the Air Force, given that President Lyndon Johnson had said that he did not want any MiGs to be shot down because he feared that aerial engagements of this kind provoked Russia and China, North Vietnam’s main allies during the war.

However, the Vietnamese have later admitted the loss of not one, but as many as three MiG-17s during the air battles on Apr. 4, 1965. They also identified the pilots by name and unit: Pham Giay, Le Minh Huan, and Tran Nguyen Nam, all of the 921st Fighter Regiment. According to Istvan Toperczer’s book “MiG-17 and MiG-19 Units of the Vietnam War,” the only Vietnamese pilot to survive to this air battle was Capt. Tran Hanh who said that the three MiGs lost that day were lost to American fighters.

Noteworthy, in the mind of Capt. Kilgus there has never been any doubt about the outcome of this air battle: in fact he painted a MiG kill marking beneath the windscreen of the F-100D tail number 55-2894 and another on the F-105G Wild Weasel that he flew later in the war.

MiG-17

Image credit: U.S. Air Force

[talkingtea]

Doom patrol and titans got cancelled cause of James gun thing the other shows were cause of the cw the point stands though that those shouldn’t have been cancelled it’s also the fact that they couldn’t at least have those shows like let’s say a short season to conclude the storylines for their characters and such which is what I hate when shows get cancelled cause they just leave the fans hanging with no closure 😞 and yet the flash’s trash ass got renewed and they ain’t even doing well over there with ratings and shit this is a load of bs is all I’m saying and it’s the fact that they have Eric and extra season to wrap it up and he just wasted it on Cecile’s trash ass and his shitty insert relationship with allergy and his insert self this is so stupid it truly pisses me off so much that he’s gotten away with this and I’m pretty sure the cw has to approve this scripts and shit if I’m not mistaken I’m no expert on how shows are run but if that’s the case it’s the fact that they went along with his bs and approved it and how is it possible that the cgi and shit of this show has gotten worse overtime like how is it possible that the special effects and stuff was better in s1 and that was released nearly 10 yrs ago how tf I’m gonna stop ranting cause if I don’t I’m gonna keep going and just typing this out has made my blood truly boil its just truly infuriating that I use to love this show and couldn’t wait for it to air and stuff after a long break or just waiting a week I could barely do that and now I just don’t care anymore and that’s truly sad who woulda thought when this show was thriving when it was first airing and stuff it would get to this I honestly thought this was gonna be some show that when it’s done it would have a legacy like the sopranos or something like that and it’s just sad that it came to end this was honestly truly fuck u Eric ur a piece of shit I hope you don’t find work after the shit you’ve caused 🖕🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽🖕🏽 im actually done ranting now thanks girls for this blog I couldn’t have agreed more with these anons and y’all’s opinions im honestly just going through it with this slow decline of this show cause of y’all we’re almost to the end thank god I can’t believe we’re honestly still here it truly shows we care about this show unfortunately

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[casbooks]

Books of 2023

Book 47 of 2023

Title: Three Tastes of Nuoc Mam Authors: Douglas Branson ISBN: 9786613914316 Tags: AUS ADF AA Australian Army, AUS ADF Australian Defence Force, AUS Australia, HKG Hong Kong, HKG Hong Kong - Peninsula Hotel, KOR Korea, KOR ROK 9th White Horse Division, KOR ROK Republic of Korea Army, P-3 Orion, US Bob Hope (Entertainer), US USA United States Army, US USA USSF Green Berets, US USA USSF Special Forces, US USCG United States Coast Guard, US USCG USCGC Point Comfort (WPB-82317), US USN United States Navy, US USN USS Currituck Sound (AV-7), US USN USS Vesuvius (AE-15), US USO United Service Organizations, USN Admiral Elmo Russell "Bud" Zumwalt Jr, USN PCF Patrol Craft Fast Swift Boat, VNM ADF AA 1st Australian Task Force (1 ATF) (Vietnam War), VNM ADF AA AATF Australian Army Training Team (Vietnam War), VNM Ba Dong, VNM Binh Thuan Province, VNM Cam Ranh Bay, VNM Co Chien River, VNM Con Na Beach, VNM Cu Lao Cau, VNM DRV NVA North Vietnamese Army, VNM DRV VC Viet Cong, VNM Highway 1, VNM Hon Cu Loa (Monkey Island), VNM Hon Mat, VNM Hon Mieu (South Island), VNM Hon Tam, VNM Hon Tre (Bamboo Island), VNM III Corps (Vietnam War), VNM Mekong Delta, VNM Nha Trang, VNM Nui Dat, VNM Operation Market Time (1965-1975) (Vietnam War), VNM Phan Rang Air Base, VNM Phan Thiet, VNM Point Ke Ga, VNM Point Mui Dinh, VNM RVN ARVN Army of the Republic of Vietnam, VNM RVN ARVN Vietnamese Rangers - Biet Dong Quan, VNM RVN Ngo Dinh Diem, VNM RVN Nguyen Van Thieu, VNM RVN RVNP Can Sat National Police, VNM RVN VNN LLHT Luc Luong Hai Thuyen Navy Coastal Force / Junk Force(Vietnam War), VNM RVN VNN Republic of Vietnam Navy, VNM Tan Son Nhut Air Base, VNM Truong Son Mountains, VNM US MACV Advisory Teams (Vietnam War), VNM US MACV Military Assistance Command Vietnam (Vietnam War), VNM USN Coastal Patrol Center III Corps - Halo Shampoo, VNM USN Coastal Surveillance Center III Corps - Nha Trang, VNM USN TF 117 MRF Mobile Riverine Force (Vietnam War), VNM Vietnam, VNM Vietnam War (1955-1975), VNM VNN Yabudda Junks, VNM Vung Tau Rating: ★★(2 Stars) Subject: Books.Military.20th-21st Century.Asia.Vietnam War.Naval.VNN Year Read: 47 of 2023 Price: 13.29

Description: During the War, Vietnam's coast had to be protected against Viet Cong ambushes and smuggling. The U.S. forces had destroyers, cruisers and gargantuan aircraft carriers, none suited for inshore patrol. This is the story of the Brown Water Navy, the garage-band flotilla assembled to do the job.Douglas Branson has been to Vietnam several times, including trips in 1966, 1995 and 2011. The first time, he was a 22-year-old, Brown Water Navy lieutenant JG. Subsequent visits were as a consultant/tourist. Here, Branson recounts three of his Vietnam adventures with humor, detail and insight into the economic, political and gastronomic forces at work.

Review: I'll be honest, I didn't finish this book. I read the vietnam war part, and skipped the rest because even the war part was difficult to get through. This wasn't quite a 1 star book but it definitely came close. For anyone who has read anything about Operation Market Time, the Swift boats, or even coastal advisors - this book sets off red flags and alarm bells. The author has some very strong opinions about everyone and everything and often ... well ... let's just say that he vacillates wildly from complete bullshit to just plain stupid. Avoid this book and read Bob Andretta's Brown Water Runs Red for a better book on the Junk Force.

[enbyonmandalore]

Heaven "Satan" St. John

An introduction to my CoD MW2 OC. TW for Violence typical to the CoD franchise.

Irish

Child of a cult leader

One older brother, Michael, and two younger sisters, Faith and Eva

Michael escaped the cult first, leaving all his siblings behind

Their father believes his son being a heretic "infected" Heaven with demonic ideals

Heaven escaped the cult at 16 after being nearly tortured to death

Queer

Religious trauma (obviously)

Can growl & hiss like an animal, defense mechanism from their childhood

Joined the military young by lying about their age

Violently beat a fascist to the brink of death because he reminded them too much of their father

Had the best time of their life as a cadet in the Royal Air Force

Had the chance to finally feel normal and make friends

Callsign "Angel"

Met a black girl named Gloria "Wrecker" McIntosh, fell in love with her

Became a RAF officer

Eventually achieved rank of squadron leader due to being an excellent helicopter pilot and drone operator

Loves flying bc all their big problems seem so small from up high

Arrogant enough to call the helicopter on their first big mission "The Baron"

Caught special forces recruiters' eye for being able to potentially resist enemy torture very well

Received "special interrogation" training

Shot down while on patrol in a war zone and pulled themselves out of the burning wreck, only survivor of the incident

Barely made it and had to undergo 2 years of physical and psychological therapy

Covers the massive burn scar on their face with a mask

The right side of their body in general is extremely scarred from the crash

Captain Price was present when they first woke up from surgery, but they didn't recognize him

Captain Price continues to make sure Heaven stays in the military

Once they're allowed to be active again, they get recruited to SAS and change their callsign to "Satan"

The co-pilot that died in the crash was Gloria

Kept a pair of Gloria's dog tags as well as a few (stolen) sweaters

Price's immediate reaction to seeing Heaven again is "Oh no, not another one with a mask..."

Is present during the events of MW, helps get Gaz and Price around and is assisted by Nikolai

Eventually gets put on Task Force 141 after the events of CoD MW

Immediately befriends Soap

Soap and Satan talk in extra thick Scottish and Irish accents when around each other

"Speak fuckin' English!"

Satan's cocky attitude slowly but surely is wearing Ghost's patience thin...

Audio books + stress cleaning = post-mission coping mechanism

Secretly loves eastern European music, but will never admit it

Learned to speak Polish for a mission

Fluent in Gaelic

Despite listening to a lot of heavy metal, their favorite song is "Somewhere Over The Rainbow"

Gets anxious letting anyone besides themselves pilot an aircraft

Insists that they hate chocolate (lie)

Actually hates any other candy

Doesn't celebrate any holidays and volunteers for shifts on said days, but Price, Gaz and Soap still gift them stuff for Christmas

The only way they're able to seem to be as unfazed as they do, is bc they're completely disconnected from reality on missions (helps keep the PTSD in check)

When TF 141 meets KorTac, Satan befriends Gromsko almost as quickly as they befriended Soap

Polish swearing can be heard throughout the base at all hours

König has a staring problem and thinks nobody notices

Ghost notices and chaos ensues (aka Test The Limits)

TW for more shit Heaven went through:

beaten as a child up until they were 16

nearly drowned during baptism in order to be "reborn"

forcefully exorcised at 14, burned with battery acid in the process

had a large cross carved into their back to "drive out the devil"

caged in with a hungry dog

starved

sleep deprivation, forced to stay up for days reciting prayer

held hostage at gunpoint during a mission

survived a nearly fatal helicopter crash, cracked multiple ribs, a triple fractured right leg, broken collar bone, two broken fingers on the right and three broken on the left hand, broken left wrist, severe concussion, 2nd degree burns on the right side and back of their body and face

[sjvllsblog]

Aircewmen slip into their flight gear in the ready-room aboard the aircraft carrier USS Ticonderoga (CV-14) for an air strike on Manila. November 5 1944.

The carrier sortied from Ulithi with TF 38 on 2 November 1944. She joined the other carriers as they resumed their extended air cover for the ground forces supporting the Battle of Leyte. She launched her first air strike on the morning of 5 November.

The aircraft of her air group spent the next two days pummeling enemy shipping near Luzon and air installations on that island. Her aircraft bombed and strafed the airfields at Zablan, Mandaluyong, and Pasig. They also joined those of other carriers in sinking the heavy cruiser Nachi. In addition, Ticonderoga pilots claimed six Japanese aircraft shot down and one destroyed on the ground, as well as 23 others damaged.

Around 16:00 on 5 November, the enemy attacked with a group of kamikaze aircraft. Two of the suicide aircraft penetrated the American combat air patrol and antiaircraft fire to crash into the aircraft carrier Lexington. Ticonderoga emerged from that attack unscathed and claimed a tally of two splashes. On 6 November, the warship launched two fighter sweeps and two bombing strikes against the Luzon airfields and enemy shipping in the vicinity.

Her airmen returned later that day claiming the destruction of 35 Japanese aircraft and attacks on six enemy ships in Manila Bay. After recovering her aircraft, the carrier retired to the east to resupply.

(Wiki)

(Photo source -  U.S. National Archives and Records Administration)

Taken by military photojournalist - Wayne Miller

(Colourised by Lamont Cranston from Ireland)

[a-purely-objective-frog]

Ok I stg I saw a post on here about rating bands based on whether or not you would want *band name* in your house but I can't find it now and it's been living in my head rent free for weeks. I have an incomplete list:

Cool, no drawbacks:

neon trees, glass animals, the cure, nirvana, mamas and the papas (that's just a family reunion), blondie (I know some), air supply, magic!, everclear

Cool, minor drawbacks:

the eagles, the mountain goats, the wombats, the flamingos, the animals, the penguins, toto (not my dog), American authors (only the cool ones pls)

Cool, but AHHH:

rolling stones, grateful dead, talking heads (with bodies or?), googoo dolls (creepy), Gorillaz, Monkees, artic monkeys (monkeys/apes are dangerous man), electric light orchestra, orchestral manoeuvres in the dark (no room), owl city (I like birds but this is just out of hand)

Depends:

violent femmes (how violent?), imagine dragons (imaginary dragons or...), presidents of the usa (some are more chill than others), gin blossoms (sounds cool but tf is it?)

I already have it:

the doors, non stick pans, guns n roses (I'm an American), ACDC, REM, nine inch nails, tool, the yellow dress, black eyed peas (pantry), red hot chili peppers, cranberries, blind melon (fridge), vanilla ice (freezer), aqua, Weezer (I'm asthmatic lol)

Random people:

beach boys (I don't live near a beach, you are lost) 21 pilots (too many people), men without hats, indigo girls, village people, 4 non blondes, good Charlotte (seem chill), snow patrol (it doesn't snow here you are very lost), motley Crue (sounds like trouble), pet shop boys, sons of the pioneers (mormons), foo fighters (who is foo and what do they want?), echo and the bunnymen (furries?) postal service, girl in red

Too big:

the cars, Linkin Park, led Zeppelin, starship, b52s, jet, Asia, Europe, Berlin, Boston, America, Kansas

Nope:

earth wind and fire, smashing pumpkins (big mess), the police (stay tf out of my house), scorpions, blue oyster cult, the cult, the church, hootie and the blowfish (no fish tanks), modest mouse (no mice pls), flock of seagulls (evil birds), whitesnake, barenaked ladies, souxie and the banshees, bowling for soup, modern baseball (not inside pls), lemon demon

Would kill me:

the killers, def leppard, Slayer, poison

[tartrazeen]

I just wrote this on my other reblog but I took too long to send it so I'm rewriting it here: weekly polycule meeting to talk about some asshole prince who talked shit about Angus for being a commoner, and they're all salty about it four days later

Rohan: Let the council of "fuck that guy" begin

Garrett: >:O there's a lady present. I'm so sorry, princess. Rohan must not have been there when manners were being taught in the tiny, tiny villages of Kells that day (so small, your kingdom)

Deirdre: no it's fine, i named it that

Rohan: it was longer so i had to trim it down

Deirdre: also more profane

Deirdre: more conjugations of the word 'fuck' :)

Rohan: anyway are we gonna challenge this guy to a duel or what, dibs on the duel

Garrett: I HAVE BEEN HERE FOR FIVE MONTHS AND HAVEN'T DUELED ANYONE YET, THIS IS BULLSHIT

Ivar: you duelled me

Garrett: 😒 that doesn't count, that was easy

Rohan: for things to do with Garrett, talk to Angus about the council of "Wtf is that guy's problem". This is about that other prince

Garrett: no one else has a council, i bet 😏

Ivar: this might be a good time to mention that Angus has already - and I quote - 'shanked that guy's guard and stole his horse', so anything we're doing should probably focus on covering that up

Rohan: a horse doesn't count as revenge 😠

Garrett: it's the 'fighting Ivar' of solutions 😠 we need to bring pain

Ivar:

Deirdre: that council convenes after this one

Ivar: thank you

Rohan: all in favour of physically lifting this guy into the air, carrying him to a lake, dangling him over that lake until he apologizes to us -

Deirdre: to angus

Rohan: this isn't about Angus 😤 he already got his crap revenge and this was an insult on all of us

Ivar: I'm partial to wherever Rohan was going with the lake

Garrett: ooh you can fry him

Ivar: I will be frying him, yes 😌

Rohan: then it's settled: this man drowns

Deirdre: DROWN HIM >:U

Ivar: IT'S FAIR >:U

Garrett: AND HIS HORSE >:U

Ivar: GREAT IDEA GARRETT, YOU GO GET THE HORSE

Garrett: obviously who else 😌

Ivar:

Ivar:

Ivar: ok he's gone let's start the other meeting

Angus: ok great also i've been here the whole time and you four are nuts lmao i love you

Rohan: me the most though right

Angus: yes rohan

Deirdre: WHAT

Angus: (deirdre plz u know how he is)

Deirdre: >:( fine. i know the truth

Ivar: 😉💖

Angus: 😉💖

LMAOO your post having Angus say "also into arrogant royals" - Deirdre, you're not off the hook for being a moron yet. One brain cell among them and Angus'll grab that the way he grabs gold

But also the idea of him being like, "okay some of you suck at dating me. So I'm gonna split you into teams to practice and when I come back, I better see improvements. >:( Also if anyone asks, i've been here the whole time and not wherever tf the guards accuse me of being, they're liars"

Also jfc, the idea of polycule playdate-nights for Rohan and the others

"guys you know i love rohan but he's on some thin fuckin' ice, so garrett you go challenge him and work off some energy, deirdre you flash him a bit of boob, ivar you just hold me :) 'cause if you don't i'm gonna lose it and stab him I KNOW HE'S DUMB BUT BY DAGDA THERE SHOULD BE LIMITS"

Also-also 🥺 I love the idea of Angus really only sitting still for Ivar. Rohan, he's always rough housing with. Garrett, sitting still and making too much eye contact is staring at a bull: you've got a storm comin' - fight or bragfest. Deirdre would be way too pleased that Angus is finally being polite, so he'd never do it just to mess with her. But he's actively playing like... chess or whatever it is with Ivar, and as long as they're not on patrol (which is where Ivar got all annoyed about sitting too long), it seems like the time where Angus would finally say, ":) ok yeah, let's be quiet and near each other."

That'd be their unique thing, I think.

With that said, and knowing how competitive Ivar gets, Angus might also find it hilarious to see how fast he can make Ivar switch between Placidly Pensive and FIGHT ME IRL 😝

Meanwhile Garrett - for all the headache he'd be otherwise - would actually be a very fresh start for Angus. All those dumb jokes people keep making about him (the number of times everyone's called him stupid is almost equal to how many times they've called him handsome) are ones where Garrett could very easily be like, "🤨 Of course you're all slow compared to me, but Angus isn't stupid." Not necessarily in a "I must defend his honour~" way, but in a matter-of-fact "I give credit where credit is due, which is why I give myself so much, because it's always due. But on that note, your 'jokes' make no sense."

Deirdre seems to have fallen in with the joke about Angus being dumb, Ivar seems to have deferred to the other two and gone along with it, and it's Rohan's favourite thing to say about Angus, so really, the only one who could stand up to it now is Garrett - to notice and to say anything. Angus himself sure as hell won't; that's his 'thinking it's what he deserves since he's heard it so often' problem. But when Rohan gets inevitably testy about someone disapproving of him and retorts, "It's a joke between best friends and we've had that for a lot longer than you've been here" - which he can say to literally anybody, since Rohan's got the ultimate seniority with Angus - there's Garrett to do that 😌 face and instantly reply, "That means you've been telling the same, tired joke for even longer than I thought you'd be embarrassed to admit."

Angus is - uh...

... gonna be making that 😬 face a lot when Rohan's looking, and kinda going 👀 whenever Garrett speaks his mother tongue of backhanded compliments to neatly put people (*cough* Rohan) in their place over what they've been saying. Which might lead to Garrett going 👀 at Angus once enough of Angus' good qualities get defended and quasi-hyped up for him for once. Like "Huh. 🤔 Maybe I should allow this hot peasant to be in my presence after all. I make him sound so intriguing."

One walk through a forest after that, and Garrett doing some Ugh-So-Matter-of-Fact-About-It "You shouldn't let them speak of you that way. Not even Rohan. You're a Mystic Knight, not just a peasant, and you should be commanding the respect that earns in a place like this," and Angus is like, "😳 I take back a third of the things I've said about you this week."

"what did you say about me"

"those council meetings are secret 🙃"

And on the 100th time of watching Mystik knights if tir na nog, im starting to ship deidre and angus literally going insane about how angus called her attractive when he thought she couldnt hear him and deidre calling him a handsome idiot when he was not around and dkdfbkfbgkf

They are the only characters with actual romantic Set up from the beginning and the show wants to tell me the end goal is deidre and rowen? No fucking way.

Give me the princess in love with the thief, with the smart orphan that hides behind making a fool of himself and is also an idiot. The thief in love with a princess who thinks he'll never have a chance with her anyway.

I would have never thought i'd ship it so hard one day

[bloodycherry22]

I’m here | Rick Grimes

Genre: fluff.

Summary: Ricks on some kind of patrol run, your stuck in your thoughts and end up in tears, in need of comfort, luckily Rick arrives home just in time. (Set kind of in Alexandria, but you can imagine it wherever tf you want.)

Warnings: cussing, negative thoughts? Reader just wanting the world to go back to normal, crying, not much tbh. Angst.

I honestly apologise if there’s spelling mistakes, I wrote this while building a Lego set. This is also really small, soz. Drabble

Your knuckles were white, the grip on the kitchen counter tight enough it felt as if it may snap right off into your hands. Heart beating out of your chest as tears brimmed in your eyes. Trying to calm your breathing was something that suddenly seemed impossible, a few hours back you were as close as could be to being killed by a Walker and for some reason it had really shook you, especially since no one was there to cover you, having no time to react to the event.

By the time you got home you were exhausted, just wanting to relax but the noises were so loud, walkers could be heard everywhere, it was all just so much. Being alone with your thoughts made it all that much worse, mind fuelling your anxiety, pictures of the world before shit hit the fan overwhelming your senses and here you were. Hands shaking drastically as you attempted to compose yourself, an unknown force making you hold back your tears.

With a choked breath, you fell apart, letting go of the counter as a sob slipped past your lips, giving up on composure, fuck composure. You needed someone, needed the comfort, needed love and affection, fuck that, you needed Rick.

Falling to the floor and running your hands through your hair, tears slipped down your cheeks, air tight as a few broken sobs escaped from you. “Fuck” you mumbled “fucking..fuck” you shook your head, bringing a hand to wipe your eyes. As if one queue, the sound of the front door opening and closing was heard, panic growing as you quickly stood up, shakily wiping your tears as fast as possible, seeing Ricks figure.

He groaned slightly out of tiredness, placing his shotgun down at the door and rolling his neck “fuckin, long day…y/n?” He looked around, and you took a breath, fanning your face for a moment before stepping out, looking at him with the best smile you could bring to your face.

“Hey sweetheart” he smiled, opening his arms, without a doubt you fell into his arms. “How was your day?” He asked, his arms falling around your body, just brushing over your skin as he pressed s kiss to your head. A sigh of relief slipped out of you, hands wrapping around his back. “It was..okay” you nodded, face pressed against his chest, hoping he wouldn’t notice the shakiness to your voice.

“Okay? Somethin’ happen?” He questioned, attempting to pull back, hoping to get a look at you but your arms tightened around him, not ready to free yourself of his warmth, simply shaking your head in response.

“Baby?..” he let out a small chuckle, hand flattening against the small of your back as he stepped back, your arms finally letting him. “Someone’s needy” he joked, eyes finally landing on yours, his smile faltering, noticing the redness to your eyes. “Hey..sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked but you just pursed your lips, pressing your face into his chest once again, hugging his body as tight as possible.

“Hey, talk to me, what’s up?” His voice concerned and gentle, hand stroking up and down over your back, a small sob left your mouth, biting down on your lip as hard as possible to stay quiet as you held back your tears, again. He seemed shocked by your sudden affection and silence, the light sniffs coming from you saddened him in a way he never knew could. He hasn’t cared about someone as much as he had for you since Carl or Judith, he sighed, leaning his head on top of yours and reaching his other hand to caress your hair gently, twirling his fingers around some of the locks occasionally.

“You just gonna stay quiet or are ya gonna talk to me” he spoke, his voice having a light joking sense to it but mainly sounding concerned. With a huff you looked up at him and he frowned, the sight of you so upset was almost enough to make him cry. Removing his hand from your hair to wipe your tear “sweetheart..” he cooed.

“I just..I’m scared Rick, I want to go back to normal, I don’t want to hear this groans all day long, I want to be safe” you rambled, hands moving frantically and he listened, taking your hands in his, lifting them to press kisses against your palm and knuckles. “Hey..your safe, okay? I know, I know, it’s so shit, living in a world like this but there’s nothing we can do” he explained “we’re safe here, I’m gonna protect you, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, I promise” his voice serious, looking into your eyes, you hadn’t even noticed but he had leaned down slightly, to be at eye level with you, the action filling your heart with warmth.

“Promise?” You asked, sniffing.

“Course I promise, come on, go up to bed and I’ll bring you a nice hot cup of tea” he scoffed, chuckling.

[angelyuji]

I also love Yan!Spiderman, there will never be enough content for him ! Can I request a headcannon ? Or a blurb, whatever you prefer ? I love the amnesia trope, like the reader having long-term amnesia after an accident or whatever and yan!Spiderman swooping in, saying they have been dating for months... You may get suspicious of how flustered he gets but he knows so much about you, he can't be lying, right ? 😚

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cw// stalking, non-consensual picture taking, kind of kidnapping, familial neglect, car accident caused by superheroes, non-consensual kissing, non-consensual touching, forced hugs, lying, manipulation, “gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss” energy, implied murder, peter being a crybaby to guilt trip you, idk peter being gross and pervy and being a liar, toxic relationship (kind of because you’re kinda not aware of the fact that he sucks and he’s lying)

· OMGBESTIE sorry i just absolutely ADORE the amnesia trope in yandere fics GHJKJHGF

· it’s just so perfect *chef’s kiss*

· anyway

· you got into accident that totally not caused by peter…yeah, it was totally definitely the criminal’s fault …

· but i mean, why were you driving in the middle of a villain attack anyway? oh, you had to go to work?...so??? peter didn’t give you the ok?????

· right, so he’s tossing cars and trying to bring justice (or something like that) and he saw you coming, but alas, he's too late

· you see something hurtling towards your car as you stop at a red light. you squint your eyes, “oh. ha, that’s a car…wait”

· peter was only a couple feet away when he sees the truck he threw slam against the hood of your car, crumpling the hood like it’s made of aluminum foil. time moves in slow motion as peter tries to reach you. out of reflex, peter shoots his webs to move you from impact. he can feel himself move, but his mind shuts down. when he regains consciousness, you’re in his arms, passed out, but seemingly unscathed. he feels relief, then fury. peter barely noticed when the paramedics came to move you out of his arms. he turns to the villain, his whole body shaking, and launches himself at the man.

· you end up in the hospital for a brain injury that left you in a coma and peter literally never left your side. he came every day and stayed by your side until visiting hours were over, and came into your room at night as spiderman after patrol.

· the hospital staff saw him so much that they assumed you were both in a relationship, so when you woke up at night during his patrol hours, they called him first.

· they called your parents after…weird, i know

· “how do you feel?”

· “fine, i guess. tired, surprisingly” you chuckle dryly and the doctor smiles.

· “fine is good. what’s the last thing you remember?”

· “…um….i can’t… I don’t-”

· “hey, it’s okay. take your time.” the doctor tries to be reassuring, but you feel panic bubble. what’s going on, why can’t you remember what happened? what’s happening to you? your breathing turns rough and the air feels thicker as you seem to remember less and less of what you should know. all of a sudden, two arms wrap around you and pull you into them.

· “it’s gonna be okay” they mumble into your hair as you cry into their shirt.

· peter and the doctor eventually figured out that you were missing 4 years of your life. the 4 years that you’ve lived in queens, to be exact.

· peter realizes exactly what he has to do when the doctor pulls him and your family aside to explain the situation

· (they had asked him who tf he was and he, in a panic to not be kicked out, said y’all were dating)

· he offers your family a way out, a way to not take the stress of taking care of you, by letting him take care of you

· “i love them. i can’t lose them and i won’t lose them, so please, let me take care of them”

· honestly, your family was lowkey relieved that peter offered to take care of you, not even remembering that you have never mentioned this man in any conversation (who has amnesia now??)

· peter would go into your room and tell you that you’re going home with him

· “what? what about my family?”

· “they’re okay with it. they have a lot going on and, as your boyfriend-”

· “boyfriend? i’ve never seen you before in my life?”

· “no! no, we started dating when you moved to queens!" at your blank stare, he lowers his head slightly and you see tears fall, "i wish you would remember”

· peter will pull out his pictures of you saying stuff like “then how do i have these pictures?? hmm????” and fake crying to make it seem like he was your grieving boyfriend

· he’ll be constantly mentioning the fact that he’s your boyfriend to you and to others (at some point, ur confused on whether he’s trying to convince you or trying to convince himself) “as your boyfriend’ “your boyfriend” “i love being with you and going on dates haha yk since im your bf”

· he’ll make up different stories from places he’s seen you. if he stalked you while you were walking at the park, he’ll say you both went on walks often. if you went on picnics by yourself often, he’ll say you constantly had picnic dates. had a fun day at the arcade? more like, you had fun day at the arcade with peter!

· peter’s smart, he uses these events as a way of tricking your brain into thinking that each memory you recover of these moments are just moments that are missing him, and eventually, he’ll start appearing in memories

· peter would take you to his apartment and absolutely REFUSE to let you leave, he’ll have an excuse ready to make sure you can’t leave your new home

· “the doctor said you shouldn’t move too much”

· he’ll make you sleep in the same bed as him, go on dates with him, hug and kiss him like “you used to do” with the excuse of “the doctor said you should do things that you used to do before the accident to start remembering everything”

· …riiight

· “are you coming to bed?” you lay in his bed, waiting for peter.

· “i-i sorry, yes, I-” peter stumbles on his words as he stands by the bed.

· you sit up in annoyance, “peter, you said we slept together. what’s wrong?”

· peter turns bright red, “no! nothing’s wrong! it’s nothing, i-i’m coming to bed in a sec.” you lay back down and soon you feel him crawl into bed. you turn your back to him, but peter pulls you closer to him and start leaving kisses down your back.

· “what are you doing.” you whisper into the darkness. his small touches feel foreign on your skin and your body itches to move in disgust.

· “i’m helping you sleep. uh-before, i helped you fall sleep like this, maybe this’ll help you remember” peter pushes his head into the crook of your neck and holds you closer, his fingers grazing under your shirt and feeling your stomach.

· you try to move away without panicking, “maybe, we’re moving too fast? i kinda need some spa-” you feel peter freeze.

· “do-do you not love me anymore?” you feel peter’s tears before you hear his sniffles, “i didn’t want to push you, but i just missed you so much and i thought that you were starting to remember how much you love me.” his sniffles turn to sobs and you start feeling guilty. you push your discomfort away and let yourself get pulled into his warmth.

· “no, it's fine. just don’t, you know, cry please.” you press your lips into a thin line and sigh as peter stops sniffling and hums in content.

· he’ll guilt you into doing what he wants with tears and sobs about how he misses “the old you”

· funny, considering the fact that this mf basically made up his entire relationship with you because he’s literally psychotic

· your relationship would be seemingly normal too, except that all of the friends that talked about how they’ve never met peter before your accident went missing…huh, definitely no connection there…

· but by the time they inform you of their concern, it is already months after your accident and peter would have already made you believe that you were dating

· in peter’s mind, you’re everything and more than he imagined, even though you barely know him, he knows you so well that it’s easy for him to make you believe that you’re together.

· peter would tell he’s spiderman once you’ve stopped resisting him to make sure that you won’t search up your accident and see that spiderman was involved

· the only way for you to break from peter’s grip on your mind is for him to accidently confess that he’s lied to you

· and that’ll happen, peter may be good at lying, but during a fight, he might let it slip

· “I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK TO THEM.”

· “they’re my friends, peter. you can’t stop me from seeing them.” you roll your eyes when peter’s face crumples. “ugh, peter, stop with the guilt-tripping. your fake tears don’t work on me anymore.”

· peter’s face turns cold, “your friends are liars and they’ve been trying to break us up since the accident. all they say when they see me are lies.”

· you keep a straight face, “well, i know it’s a lie, so you don’t have to act like this.”

· “but-but what if you start believing them? what if you realize that you can do better than me? what if you remember everything? what if they make you break up with me? wh-” peter turns to you and sees you frozen in place. he moves towards you and pulls you into a hug, but you stay stiff.

· “what do you mean “remember”?” you whisper and peter’s eyes go wide. silence fills the room as peter says still.

· “well, shit”

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