#Tanker Humor

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First Photo of OceanGate Titan Sub Wreckage Released! Yeah!

So what happened in this case? - "The Front fell off"

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[sgt-scottymoreau]

Beginning of the end, End of the beginning - CIAJ

Summary: A few years after the first kaiju came throught the Breach, more breaches appeared throught out the world focing almost each nations to make their own line of defense. In England, 4 SAS soldiers decided to join the Jaeger program. Throught hardship and derermination they built themselves a reputation and are known the TF-141. Camille, or Scotty to her friends, is freshly new arrived J-tech at the Plymouth Shatterdome. She has no trouble blending in the new crowd and make friends easily, even with the Rangers. But there might be something more going on between her, Soap and Ghost. Life is about to change for all of them, not in a way they expect.

Warning: None

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A/N: Welcome to my new AU of an AU where I get to be a huuuuge nerd about Pacific Rim because, this my favorite movie of all time! This will be a multiple chapters project. I don't know how long or how it will evolve, but it will be fun to find out. Here is some more info I have about it before I started to write if you are curious. Althought some might change as I write as the post was sort a draft, take it with a grain of salt :)

Feet hanging down, she looked at the jaeger's core from a distance. It was always a sight to be seen. Although the Mark-4 didn't have the same feelings as the nuclear core of a Mark-3, Scotty was still in love with it. A quick glance at her watch, she had half an hour before her shift would start. She grabbed a piece of food from her tray and kept eating in silence. Or as much silence the maintenance area provided with the drilling, metal clinking, shafts and other mechanical engines roared in a harmonized cacophony. 

Scotty had been transferred to the Plymouth Shatterdome six months ago. They needed extra hands and she proposed herself. After all that happened almost a year prior, she needed a change of everything. A new place to sort of start anew. At her arrival, she was assigned to Bravo Tanker, one of the two Jaegers of the TF-141. 

TF-141 was composed of 4 ex-SAS members who joined the Jaeger Program a few years back. Johnathan “John” Price had been the oldest member as he was part of few people who piloted Mark-1. Lucky enough he didn’t for long before moving to Mark-2 who were slightly safer and didn’t leave terrible health consequences on his body.

Simon Riley, mostly referred to as Ghost by many, was a rather mysterious pilot. His academics, results and training were very honorable and an example to many. One of the best pilots. However the mystery around laid in the fact that the man would always be wearing a balaclava for a reason no one knew. He kept his past a secret to everyone and was a man of few words in his free time. He wasn’t cold or asocial per se, but he kept some interaction to minimum. But once you knew him, you would be surprised that he had a sense of humor and quite enjoyed his little army jokes.

Kyle Garrick, nicknamed Gaz by Price quote “he doesn’t talk much”, wingman of the ex-captain, he had a great tactical mind who often proved to be a great asset during deployment, he also had very good academic records. He held the record for the longest simulation training; twelve hours. Stable and came out feeling perfectly fine.  He had a quick reaction time and would find solutions to many problems in a few seconds. He was reliable and someone you rather liked as a friend than an enemy. 

John MacTavish, alias Soap, a name he got from his time in the military, was the fairly newer member. Always eager to jump in the cockpit to defeat the Kaijus. But his playful demeanor is only the tip of this iceberg. Under his optimistic charm was also a tactical man who knows his explosives and weapons like the back of his hands. He learned a few tricks from the J-Techs on how to fix small issues on the Jaegers if needed. 

Price and Gaz were pilots of Bravo Brawler, a Jaeger made to fight in a close combat ranger, but was also armed with four missiles, two in each arms for distance. Soap and Ghost, Bravo Tanker, Jaeger build to endure hard blows and take repeated hits. Which means a very high maintenance mega weapon sadly. 

On her first time at the Shatterdome, she quickly blended in with the crew. Two weeks later, the chief engineer took her under his wings as an assistant. He was impressed by her knowledge and there was a little something that felt that she knew more about Jaegers than she let know. Although she was very capable of fixing any part of the mecha, Scotty was assigned to the Conn-Pod or cockpit. Again, she surprisingly had a very good knowledge of everything that happened there. Being a J-Tech, Scotty never really expected to befriend pilots, it felt like an honor. For a while, she admired the TF-141 from afar, or close in her case when she would help them suit up or briefly pass them as she entered the cockpit for maintenance after their deployment, never really pushing herself to get to know them better. Until her third week at her new home. 

She was elbow deep in grease, trying to fix one of the enormous ankle joints till she heard someone clearing his throat in the back. Hands still inside the construction, Scotty looked over her shoulder to see who it was. Mohawk and bright blue eyes stared at her with a smile. It was Soap. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, I’m just looking.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the metal, eyes looking inside the opening. 

She stared at him a little longer before shrugging it off. “What would a Ranger do down here with the mechanics?”

“Learning. Is that bad? Never heard the other complain before.” 

“Not at all.” She chuckled. “How much do you know about this big girl? For a Mark-5 she is impressive, don't you think?”

“Aye. Very smooth riding if I compare it to the Mark-4, but not by much, and a not so different interface. Definitely better than Mark-3.”

Scotty finally loosened the bolt she was working on, almost the size of her head, and turned to face him. “Someone seems to know his jaegers. That’s interesting. Ever been in a Mark-3? You don’t strike me like someone who did.”

“Are you saying I’m old, bonnie?” He scoffed. “I did, in during my training. They feel so clunky once you try a newer model.” And this is how their friendship started. Nerding over Jaegers, then went out to talk about what they did before the program. 

Eventually, after a few days Soap invited her to sit with the rest of the team. Scotty was a little surprised by the invitation and honestly wasn’t too sure about it. She was so used to eating with her crew. Not that sitting next to the pilots was anything special, in the cafeteria you took the first seat you could find. It was talking with them and being so friendly that she wasn’t too sure; she didn’t want to look like she was privileged. It was some friends who pushed her to accept because honestly, it was obvious. They had seen her talking for hours with Soap, also opening up more to Ghost. It was more than just the regular crew and check up talks nowadays. She did accept the offer and was thrown under the spotlight by Soap who introduced her more informally to Price and Gaz. Because of his background, Scotty felt like she wouldn’t never be as friendly as she was with the Scotman towards Price. An old captain deserved more respect, but it wouldn’t stop her to warm up and tease the man along with Gaz. Gaz had been easy to befriend just like Soap. Being around the same age was actually an advantage. That and he was a nice person in general. It was nice to have some deep conversation of all and nothing during calmer moments. Just like now.

Gaz took a seat next to her, his tray in hand. “Mind if I join you?”

“Be my guest.” Scotty moved slightly to the side, although there was enough space for ten people around them. “Aren’t you and Price supposed to train?”

“Finished. I swear he really wanted to push the limits today, I’m done and hungry.” 

She glanced at her watch again. Another ten minutes. Her eyes trailed to her own tray, half full. She grabbed whatever dessert was proposed, some strange sweet thing that resembled cake, but didn’t have inviting colors. Yet it tasted good. She handed him her left over. “You need more than I do. Make sure you have enough energy.”

He laughed at her remark, yet appreciated the extra ratio. They kept talking for a little longer till they sat in silence, enjoying the calmness. Her time was up and she had to leave to start her shift. 

Her shift was assigned to the Conn-Pod today. Last Bravo Tanker’s deployment had been a little rough. A very hard blow to the head left some damage to the moving system. On the report, it was said that the left leg remained stuck for two minutes. It didn’t sound long, but in the middle of a fight against a twenty-five thousand tonnes monster, it was an eternity. Ghost and Soap were able to unjam it, but to say they didn’t feel fear for a hot second would be a lie. Toolbox at her feet, Scotty engaged the safe switch and jumped in the movement center, wiggling a little between the pipes and gears to reach the troublemaker. Her eyes looked one more time at the tablet. She analyzed the graphics and waves. The malfunction was definitely mechanical in origin as there was no misalignment registered from the pilots. Their neural handshake was almost perfect the whole time, even after the damaging blow and the panic that followed. They remained in control without flinching. It read the most beautiful thing. It brought back some memories, memories that she quickly pushed away and focused on her task ahead. It took five minutes to find the culprit; a rode had broken off from the walking mechanism and lodged itself between gears. From the look of it, it eventually broke off under the pressure, releasing the jammed leg. Not without damage. They would have to install a new rod and change two gears. That should take a whole shift or two, if they didn’t have the pieces yet. It will be a long night.

It was five in the morning when her head hit the pillow. Every muscle was painful and sore. The mattress was so soft and welcome. At least, this would be her last night shift for a few weeks and today was her day off. As usual, she would sleep a few hours before going on with the day. Maybe nap later depending on how tired she was. 

Her alarm bipped around ten. With a groan, Scotty woke up and jumped in the shower. She didn’t stay long to ratio the water, but long enough to wake her up and give an appeased sensation to her body. She grabbed her phone, quickly looked through her messages. Some quick replies to her family, more technical answers to her colleagues who need another refresher on what had been done last night and where they should pick up. Mindlessly walking towards the hangar bay, always looking on her phone when she bumped into someone. “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be.” Ghost replied unphased. “You shouldn’t look at your phone while walking though.” 

“I was almost done really.” She shoved the device in her pocket. Soap popped behind Ghost.

“Where are you going like that, sweetheart?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t call me that, sunshine. Well I’m off for today, I was thinking of going into town. Get some fresh air. What’s your plan?” 

Ghost brushed off the casual flirting of these two. They had been at it for a few weeks now and he didn’t mind. “Training. As usual.”

“Tanker will be under heavy repair for another day at least. If anything happens, you won’t be able to deploy yet.” Scotty informed them.

“That’s why I was thinking after our workout, maybe we could all go out for a drink? Price and Gaz were up for it.” Soap smiled. “What about you?”

“Sounds good, count me in!”

The shatterdome being a few kilometers away from any big cities made the small town that was nearby thrive with all the workers. While the main base provided lodging and food to everyone, the town did provide the recreational aspect allowing the hard workers some possibility to unwind. Despite the Kaijus’s attacks, the civilians went on with the regular days. They became part of the routine. People would still go to work, go out with friends, do their grocery shopping, take a drink at the table outside the cafe as if nothing was going on. Of course when the alert rang across the land, they would all run to the nearest bunker and wait till the Jaegers took down the beast. For now, they could enjoy one of the rarest sunny days in a long time. Scotty wandered around without a goal. All she needed was to be out of the overcrowded building. Hear other sounds than drilling, welding, clanking. The birds, the kids' laughter, the car, the casual discussion of strangers. A change of scenery. A little after noon, she stopped in a restaurant to grab some food and then went on to walk along the coast. 

There, it was truly calm. Only the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. Sat in the sand, she allowed herself to close her eyes and let this moment last for as long as she could handle it. The breeze was soft today. Scotty shifted her position to lay down and look at the sky before closing her eyes again. It wasn’t the best idea but…

She woke up to the sounds of seagulls fighting somewhere. Half a mind present, her watch showed five. She must have slept for a good two hours! Her phone buzzed. It was Gaz saying they were on their way to their regular pub. They should be in town in half an hour. She decided to make her way there. She dusted off the sand on her clothes and returned to the center of the town. The sun was slowly setting in the distance, painting the sky in a bright orange blue color. Reflecting on the water that slowly disappears as she makes her way through the small street between the buildings. If at first she had been a little intimidated by forming a friendship with the TF-141, now she actually appreciated their time together. It brought back good old memories.

This was the seventh day of her day shift schedule and it was coming to an end. Not her best day in terms of repair. Bravo Tanker had been a breeze to fix recently thanks to the very little visit from kaijus. Bravo Brawler was a whole other story. A lot of the pieces needed to fix her had been late on the delivery and the Marshal wanted her fixed since yesterday. Didn’t like the idea to have one less Jaeger operational in case of. Their Shatterdome was yes the main base of the well known TF-141, but also three other Jaegers. It wasn’t like they didn’t have the ability to operate with one less team. But out of the three, two were new hence why he would rather send more experienced pilots with them than face the monsters alone. Because of this, Scotty had been pulling extra hours on fixing Price and Gaz’s jaeger. Help that was well appreciated by the crew who was being pushed in the back all the time. A quick chat with the person in charge of the night shift to explain what still had to be done and Scotty was on her way to her quarters. She could feel the sweat and grease sticking on her skin. She wanted a shower, now! However on her way there, she made a little detour to the Kwoon Combat Room. 

As she walked toward it, she caught the noise of a familiar training. Someone was there. Maybe she could just look a little. Hidden by the corner, she leaned to see who it was. Ghost and Soap were in the middle of the mat, readying their stance from what looked to be another round. She watched as they began. Just for a minute or two she told herself. 

Scotty didn’t mean to peek for so long. Neither peek in general. But watching them dance on the training mat, the sounds of the wooden poles knocking on each other, the soft silence except for a few grunt here and there, it reminded her of her pilot days. Drifting with someone was the most intimate thing of all, something beyond anything else. It had nothing to do with the romance or things you would keep behind closed doors. Being drift compatible wasn’t about this. It was about letting someone inside your head, share their memories, let them see your memories. All your secrets are bare to them to see. You had to trust your co-pilot more than anyone else. A wave of sorrow passed through her body as she was reminded of her previous partner. How they had such a strong connection, how she could still feel his fear when he died, how his last words were to his wife and kids. It broke her to be the one to tell them and not him. Yet as she cited his words, his voice echoed in her mind. This was the reason she wasn’t able to drift after that. She tried, but the memory was too strong, no matter how hard she tried to keep it out, it crawled back. She was always out of alignment with other pilots to the point that she simply gave up. Not wanting to stop helping against the Kaijus, she took a job as J-Tech and eventually landed where she was now. It was for the best that she didn’t know if she would ever let someone else in her head ever again. 

It was obvious that Ghost and Soap were a good match. Her eyes could follow each of their attacks and parry with ease and it was easy to see that they knew each other well. She had also seen Price and Gaz training, it was the same. However there was something a little more about the pilots of Bravo Tanker. A detail she caught as easy as their fighting style. They had something going on between the two of them. That didn’t stop her from letting her eyes linger on their muscles. Who knew that a tank top and sweatpants would be so sexy. They were both a sight for sore eyes. Her cheeks turned into a soft pink as she caught herself thinking of that. 

The room became very silent. Scotty realized that they had done their training and were looking at her. A wide smile on Soap’s face and she swore maybe on Ghost but it was hard to see behind his balaclava. “Enjoying the show?” The Scotsman laughed. 

“Oh hm me? No! I mean yes. But not how you think!” She stumbled on her words. 

“Relax, we won’t eat you.” Ghost shook his head. 

As much as they were all up to keep going with the conversation, the alarm went off. A sound they knew too well. A kaiju had crossed the Breach. Ghost and Soap didn’t waste a second and hastened to the Drivesuit Room. Brawler still being under maintenance, they were the only available at the moment to support the other teams. 

It took them less than twenty minutes between the suit up and being waist high in the water. One advantage of Plymouth Shatterdome was that it was enough on the coast, Jaegers could directly walk in the ocean, they didn’t have to wait to be dropped far away by helicopters. “What now, Ghost?” 

“We wait.” The Brit contacted the other team to know their status. They were in the area also waiting for any sign of Kaiju approaching. Both Jaegers’s radar bipped steadily. They hated these moments. Standing still, being a perfect target for surprise attack. The LOCCENT kept updating them on the possible location of the threat. It was moving fast, coming South-East of their position one moment and then full East, back to South. Then West! Whatever this Kaiju was doing it was all over the place. They looked in all directions hoping to visually see something that radar had not picked up, in vain. The water remained calm. 

“I don’t like that, Simon. Why is it moving so-” Soap was interrupted when their comms was flooded by the other team. They had a visual two klicks away from them. The water was slowly rising while advancing. It was their target! The Jaeger reacted fast, running towards it ready to attack. But as soon as they were in range to punch it, it slipped away quickly. The old Mark-3 was a little slower to respond to the pilots change of position; they didn’t have time to react to the clawed hand that pierce through the water behind them. It clenched, ripping all the back’s plates. The pain receptors connected to their suits send a signal so strong they surprised themselves to still be conscious. However, damage had been done. 

“Bravo Tanker we are done! All systems are not responding! What the fuck! We need back up!”

“On our way! Stay put!” Ghost acknowledged. He lifted his right leg, starting to run in unison with Soap and the mecha eventually responded to the speed they wanted. They wouldn’t let the monster attack a second time. At the same time, Ghost and Soap locked the right arm to punch the creature. Their Jaeger reacted accordingly, landing a powerful blow at the top of its head. The Kaiju wailed before being engulfed under the water. They punched it a second time. On the third, the beast dodged by swimming away, its tail hitting the leg of the Jaeger. They didn’t flinch. Bravo Tanker was ready to chase it, but revised their plan when they saw the wake it made as it swam back in their direction with a lot of speed. They braced themselves for the attack, well aware of what to expect. The claws screeched on the metal, automatically the two pilots were met with a jolting pain on the chest. Nothing they couldn’t handle.They shook it off repositioning themselves to return the favor. 

‘‘Hull is badly damaged, but still holding!’’ Soap shouted, dismissing the alerts that popped on the screen.

‘‘LOCCENT we need back up! I don’t know what this bastard is made of, but it is shredding us!’’ Ghost demanded on the comms.

At the Shatterdome, the Marshal weighed his options. He could send another Jaeger or two, but the more, the longer it would get for them to reach their allies. Could Tanker hold till then? However this Kaiju rendered one of his mecha inoperative with just one slash and his most resilient Jaeger was already fighting. ‘‘Tanker hold, help is coming. … Brawler, I want a fast deployment!’’

Bravo Tanker dodged another attack by a few meters. To last till back up, they used the blade weapons. With them they had been able to hurt the beast, but quickly it destroyed one of them. This fight was straining the pilots, physically and mentally. ‘‘I swear when Price shows up.’’ Ghost groaned. He could feel the sweat rolling down his forehead, his suit more sticky than usual.

‘‘What will you do when we show up?’’ The ex-captain voice came through the open channel. ‘‘Take a breath, we will handle it for now!’’

Bravo Brawler was being carried by helicopters. Price ordered them to release the cable who dropped them right on top of the Kaiju. The beast was crushed back into the water, wiggled its way out and went for its first attack on the newer opponent. Ghost and Soap only took a minute breather; the bastard was tough and they couldn’t let it win. Two against one was the upper hand they needed. Something the beast realized quickly and decided to hide underwater for surprise attacks. Thanks to their radar, both Jaegers avoided them. It began to circle them. Suddenly jumped on Tanker jaw open ready to take a bite. The fang pierced the Conn-Pod not so easily, but with a secured anchor, its claw dug deep in the chest and neck’s connector. The pilots were flooded by alarms blaring, pain in their whole body and view of the monster’s mouth. Its maw closed further onto the head, bending and crushing the metal. The mechanism which normally held the pilot in place was heavily damaged on Soap’s side. As Price and Gaz closed the distance to remove the beast, Soap was disengaged from the lock system and in the heat of being tossed in all directions, he was sent flying up and down, landing then in the back of the cockpit where the door was. Ghost didn’t have the time to realize what happened. All he felt was the sudden overload of pressure on his brain as he was now the only pilot in control of the mecha. It made him feel dizzy, his movements slowed as he raised his arm to grab the Kaiju and throw it away. With Brawler's help, he was free. Gaz refused to waste another second. He engaged the missile and fired two of them. An option they only want to use as a last resort. The beast was already damaged; this should be enough. Indeed the Kaiju went down in one last screech. 

Sure that everything was cleared, Ghost disconnected his side as well before the load would kill him. With a heavy breath, he gave a quick sitrep of their situation, to which the LOCCENT replied they will have a medical team right away. Ghost scrambled through the damaged cockpit and found Soap lay, unconscious. His helmet was broken, blood tainting the suit and floor. ‘‘Soap? … Johnny!’’ He checked his vital signs; they were steady but very weak. He needed help now!

[mariacallous]

The title card that opens 1979’s original Mad Max places the action in a very near future, looming just “a few years from now.” George Miller’s cult action-thriller captured the edginess of a world teetering on the brink. The film depicts a not-quite-postapocalyptic Australia, where gangs of high-octane galoots rove the roadways on motorbikes and souped-up muscle cars, attempting to outrun the last of the lead-footed policemen: Mel Gibson’s Max Rockatanksy. Revisiting the film is exceptionally rewarding—and not just because of the grit, oddball humor, and verve of Miller’s directing. It reflects something of the ambient tensions of a world of potentially perilous fuel shortages, which threatened the whole petrol-and-plastic framework of our modern world.

Miller recalls this era with no particular fondness. He remembers, in the mid-’70s, all of the gas stations in Melbourne shutting down. Save for one. The mood was sour. The tension was thick. “It only took 10 days,” Miller says, “in this very peaceful, benign city for the first gunshot to be fired. Someone got ahead of a long queue, that went on city blocks, to get fuel. If that could happen in just 10 days, what would happen in 100 days?”

Across five films, including the new Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga, Miller’s franchise tracks this decline. In the original picture, the world is still fairly intact. There are diners and hospitals and happy families. People even dress more or less normally. It can feel a bit like our world: one which is collapsing but hasn’t yet totally buckled. By the time of 1982’s Mad Max 2 (released in the US as The Road Warrior), any vestiges of civilization have been blown away by an accelerated period of resource warring, nuclear conflict, and ecocide. Humanity survives in clans and roving bands, dressed in feathers and dusty leathers.

By 1985’s Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome, civilization relies on bartering for commerce, harvesting pig shit for methane, and conflict resolution by way of gladiatorial combat. In the smash hit 2015 long-gap sequel, Mad Max: Fury Road (which recast Rockatanksy, putting Tom Hardy in the lead), things were almost cartoonishly bad: Fertile women were ferried across vast wastelands in tanker trucks, access to fresh water was hoarded by tyrannical dictators in skeleton half-masks, and all of humanity seemed to exist in a state of berserk, whooping madness. If that first film was warning—against the fetish for speed and power, against excessively extracting precious riches from a planet that could scarcely afford to give them up—the newer pictures feel not so much prescient as present: sado-comic visions of our own maddening, resource-starved world.

The Mad Max films are driven by a guiding incoherence. They offer a critique of car culture, resource scarcity, and the very things that may well have our world motoring toward its own demise, no matter how many EVs we buy. Denizens of the desolate wastelands exalt automobiles, motorbikes, engines, and especially gasoline as fetish objects. But at the same time, the films’ pleasures are guilty of this same exaltation. The thrills derive from high-octane racing, dangerous automobile maneuvers, body-mangling crashes, and the whole vroom-vroom of it all. They’re like war movies that ask us to thrill at the violence and daring of combat, while all the while muttering, “This is actually really awful, you know.” There is no effort to reconceive a world doomed by its pathological obsession with machines chugging on crude oil. Rather, the apocalyptic backdrop only furnishes fantasies of further decline.

Perhaps it’s a mistake to take films with characters called “Pig Killer,” “Rictus Erectus,” and “Pissboy” too seriously. But the Mad Max pictures underscore a deeper absurdity that undergirds the genre of postapocalyptic, ostensibly environmentalist (or at least environmentally sympathetic) entertainments that are often referred to as eco-fictions, or cli-fi, for “climate fiction.” “The climate crisis and grotesque climate inequalities are things that we are really struggling to process,” says Hunter Vaughan, an environmental media scholar at Cambridge University. “These films are touching on our collective inability to adapt to this crisis.”

Vaughan is the author of Hollywood’s Dirtiest Secret: The Hidden Environmental Cost of the Movies. His text analyzes the environmental impact of the film industry, from early Hollywood to the present. Understanding the industry as inherently (and devastatingly) resource-reliant, he has come to view the very idea of “environmentalist movies” as a bit of an absurdity. “Films like Mad Max and Avatar,” he explains, “are just doing what Hollywood has always done, which is rely on choreographed violence and the enticement of spectacle. But they get to offset that to some degree by coming across as having some sort of environmentalist message.”

The whole notion of “cli-fi” as a genre suggests something a bit ominous: that the well-meaning parables of early climate fiction have now become subservient to the demands of the genre. Take Denis Villeneuve’s Dune pictures. While perfectly competent as pricey pieces of blockbuster cinema, they barely engage with the novel’s ecological concerns. Author Frank Herbert was originally inspired by the historical ability of certain indigenous civilizations to live in harmony in even the harshest environments—a noble idea that, in the Hollywood version, takes a backseat to woolly ideas around interstellar jihad and the sheer pageantry of the proceedings. Likewise, Mad Max's original warning siren has waned a bit, as the films developed their own generic language. The collapsing world is now just a canvas across which (wildly entertaining) action scenes unfold.

However absurd it may seem to scholars, Miller seems to come by his environmentalist sympathies honestly. Even outside of the Mad Max movies, many of his pictures touch resonant themes about global warming (Happy Feet), vegetarianism (Babe and its sequel), and the essential destructiveness of the modern world (Three Thousand Years of Longing). These realities have directly impacted his films. Fury Road’s production was long delayed, in part, because the Australian desert where Miller planned to film was suddenly swamped—a direct result of unpredictable climate patterns. “I see it myself,” the director says of climate change. “It’s all around us. I’ve seen both the hard statistics, and just in my own experience. So it can’t help but seep into the story.”

Furiosa is unique among the Mad Max films in that it offers an alternative to the arid, violent, boiling wastelands that dominate the franchise’s topography. The origin story of Charlize Theron’s fierce road warrior from Fury Road, the film opens in “the Green Place”: an Edenic garden governed by a tribe of warrior-women, which stands out as a lush oasis in the desert. For Miller, Furiosa offered an opportunity to one-up himself. Fury Road proved he could make a hit Mad Max movie without Mel Gibson. Now, he hopes to show he can make another without Max (though he does appear, very briefly). “If you just do the same thing again and again, there’s hardly any point,” he says. “There’s an inherent cynicism to it.”

Snatched from safety, Furiosa (played by Ayla Browne as a child and Anya Taylor-Joy as an adult) is raised among a motorcycle death cult, led by the madman-prophet Dementus (Chris Hemsworth, sporting an impressive prosthetic schnoz). In time, she’s traded away to Immortan Joe, Fury Road’s big bad, and learns to survive and thrive among his clan of face-painted, aerosol-huffing cultists. Building out the world of Fury Road, Furiosa traces the fragile trade dynamics between three strongman leaders, each hoarding a key resource: fresh water, fuel, and bullets. As Furiosa navigates these violent trade routes, she hatches her own plan to avenge herself on Dementus and burn rubber back to the Green Place.

In actually bothering to imagine what some alternative to the wasteland might look like, Furiosa moves past the typically narrow horizons of most cli-fi. Nicole Seymour, who teaches environmental literature at California State University, Fullerton, notes that most environmentalist narratives stop short of actually conceiving of what a new, better world might look like. “I think that would require you to do more implicating, and more work,” she says, “which no one wants to do.” She notes that most utopian environmentalist literature tends to buck the mainstream, foregrounding more diverse characters. “Do they want to make a movie about a Puerto Rican transgender person who time-travels?” she asks. “I would watch that!”

There’s a shopworn quote attributed to the late critic and theorist Mark Fisher, about how “it's easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism.” Certainly, in the Mad Max movies, the basic systems that led to our destruction—resource hoarding, the primacy of tribal violence, the fetish for power and speed—remain intact. The sinister logic imparted to the audience is that, well, ecocide is inevitable, and so there’s little left to do than revel, laughing mad, in the explosive spectacle of our own destruction. To which an admirer of these films (like this writer) may sensibly, or cynically, respond: OK, sure … but what a spectacle.

For his part, Miller maintains that there’s a deep humanism at the core of these films, buried beneath the scrap heaps of twisted metal. “I’ve been to places where there is a lot of trauma and poverty,” he says. “I’m always impressed by the ability for survival. This is about our survival.”

[askmalal]

The Primarchs and their brothers.

Part 5: Jaghatai Khan

1. The Lion:

“I have seen him do things with cavalry that would by any metric seem either impossible or poorly considered. And I have been proven wrong each and every time.”

2. REDACTED:

“It is hard to believe the viciousness attributed to Genghis Khan (though it is true) when confronted with Jaghatai’s utter humanity at the height of war (though it too is true.)

3. Fulgrim:

“His aesthetic tastes are…pedestrian. The irony is not lost on me.”

4. Peturabo:

“He removed two thirds of the armor in the Emperor’s preeminent armored legion. I do not feel he appreciates the gravity of the situation. Fifth Legion tankers were - and still are - among the finest in the Galaxy. But now… now there are far too few of them.”

6. Leman Russ:

“His boldness is refreshing. His humor is infectious. Perhaps it is because he, too, is viewed by most of the rest of them as some sort of uplifted Barbarian: but I love him for it.”

7. Rogal Dorn:

“He is always attacking. I fear he has absorbed too much of Yamamoto and not enough of Sun T’zu.”

8. Konrad Curze:

“You have heard the expression ‘speed kills’? Jaghatai is speed.”

9. Sanguinius:

“Too clever by half. Too modest to accept it. Were that more of us so inclined.”

10. Ferrus Manus:

“He gutted the armored cohorts. Appalling.”

11. REDACTED

“There are many criticisms to be considered, but I do not deign to consider them. Serving along side him is an honor rarely equaled, and it is my great regret that this has not been more common in my experience.”

12. Angron:

“Yes, yes, he removed many of the armored columns. But by Mars… the way that man wields the armor that remains. “

13. Roboute Guilliman:

“If I had but three Legions of Chogorians, I could conquer the galaxy. Though I suppose, then, I’d have to be jaghatai. And I simply don’t have the common touch he has. I shall have to content myself with a Legion of my own, each one of us proud to call the men and women of Chogoris our brethren.”

14. Mortarion:

“Though our methods differ completely, I respect his craft.”

15. Magnus the Red:

“One of the few truly enlightened souls in the galaxy.”

16. Horus:

“A scrupulous, utterly competent soldier. I would be glad to have him at my side, deeply perturbed to be pitted against him.”

17. Lorgar:

“He believes in something. Something substantive. There is greatness there, in a confraternity of greatness. In another life, he might have been though of as a Saint, perhaps the Archangel Michael himself.”

18. Vulkan:

“I have nothing but praise for my dear brother. For one often drenched in blood, he is often the first among the others to draw a line and hold to his ethic fiercely.”

19. Corvus Corax:

“I have witnessed him first hand, battering down the Nephilim. I would not want to be on the other side of that.”

20. Alpharius Omegon;

“I love him dearly. But he places too much trust in speed, too little respect for consequences…”

[iamthekaijuking]

Gigabash character overview: Kongkrete

I’m going to be real, I don’t think anyone following this game’s development would have ever predicted Kongkrete. But I suppose there’s humor in a building that can fight back in a kaiju setting.

Kongkrete is a ”lethal joke” character who can be quite deadly when used well. Some of his attacks are his attempt at copying the moves of other monsters. His ranged attacks where he coughs up gears also has a chance to use fuel tankers instead for extra damage, or even Giga Energy orbs you can quickly scoop up to give yourself more energy (if your enemy didn’t suck them up already). One of his block moves is him flashing all his lights and inflicting the most beloved of status effects in gaming; confusion, so if you ever get hit by this attack have fun with inverted controls for a bit. A fun extra detail about Kongkrete’s ultimate is that when he slams his face into the ground it leaves behind smiling faces.

Two of Kongkrete’s emotes also allows him to change skins in accordance with the environment of the arena, and standing still for a sec will hide your health bar, meaning you can camouflage and spring traps!

Design

Kongkrete is definitely the strangest character in the roster, and I can’t really find information saying if he was inspired by anything, but animate object monsters aren’t new to the kaiju genre, or Ultraman. Bullton and other successors are good examples.

here’s some concept art.

Sadly there’s not much to talk about, but Kongkrete is literally just a sentient building.

Lore

Kongkrete is a pretty mysterious being, but he’s implied in his lore files to be a former human. The lead actor of the Rise of Gigaman movie I mentioned in the last overview in fact! He was a huge fan of Gigaman.

One day on set a kaiju attacked. Thankfully Gigaman took care of it, but one of GIgaman’s Giga Beams hit a building diorama, and this lead actor was right in front of it. The building glowed in response, and the actor went missing. The next day the building disappeared and left a square crater. Since then Kongkrete has appeared in the background of every Gigaman fight, hiding in plain sight. He would also just pop up out of nowhere one day anywhere in Japan, sometimes even in the middle of nowhere, and then disappear the next leaving that same square crater. His ultimate form was once even spotted near OtamaTEC HQ.

Interestingly, Kongkrete doesn’t just look like a building, he is a fully functioning one. People can go in and out of him without even noticing they were just in a kaiju.

There is the question of if he uses Giga Energy to repair his body, and if he can disassemble himself to travel long distances and appear elsewhere without leaving tracks.

In universe people who know of his existence are extremely unsettled by him, and are struggling to understand what it even wants. But I think it’s actually kinda obvious what Kongkrete wants. He just wants to watch kaiju fights! Especially if his hero Gigaman is involved.

To summarize: Kongkrete is a kaiju that came out of left field and is the only kaiju I know of that likes to observe other kaiju battles!

[slightlystupidhun]

Skating Around Us

(Valentines Edition)

This is a Valentine’s Day special!! I’m giving gifts for my readers and also the ones who inspired each AU! I hope you like it! More will be coming out later this week. I caught COVID, literally tested positive after posting this so it may take longer to put out!! I’m so sorry!

PT. 1

Summary: An Asher x Baabe Fic. Asher is a hockey player and Baabe is a figure skater. @itsdaifuku is the reason for this fic!!!

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It had been a long year for Asher and Baabe. Stanley Cup Winner, Asher, had recently begun the new hockey season. His partner, Babe, or Skates, depending on who you ask, had won the Winter Olympics gold metal and started competing again recently. They found themselves being pulled in every which direction, ones that often pulled them away from one another.

Tonight was Asher’s first night before a week off. He wanted to meet up with Babe, maybe catch a bite, and spend some… Quality time… together.

He took out his keys, turning them in the lock. He opened the door, expecting to be greeted by his wonderful partner, but was only met by silence.

“Babe? Baabe?!” He called out to them earning no response. He checked his phone only to see a message light up on his screen.

BAABE 😍💕💍

Hey!! Head to the kitchen and look in the front drawer, the one with the cookie cutters.

ASH 🐺❤️😘

What’s going on?

He gained no response so he decided to follow his partners directions. He dropped his bag in the doorway and walked over to the drawer opening it to find a small box and a note. He opened the box to find the watch that he had been looking at for weeks on it. He loved how perceptive Baabe was, he loved how well they knew him. He unfolded the note, written on hot pink paper.

‘I hope you like the gift! I hope it fits you well! Humor me and join the hunt. Where do we always build pillow forts?’ The note read out. Asher smiled to himself, ah it was a scavenger hunt. He decided he’d take the bait. He knew immediately where they were leading him. He walked into the living room and found a box full of his favorite snacks. This basket had a yellow note on it. He picked up the note and unfolded it, almost dropping it as he also opened the bag of one of his favorite snacks, stuffing some of its contents in his mouth.

‘I’m proud of you! You found the clue. Now this next one won’t be an easy target. It’s moving and living and breathing. They’re a bruiser, but not to worry they have a doctor on their side. With them your next clue does reside.’ Oh no. He had to track down Tanker? If they didn’t want to be found, it would be hell finding them. He quickly took out his phone and called them.

‘Ring Ring’

‘Ring Ring’

‘Ring-‘

“Hello?” Tanks voice came from the other end of the line.

“Tank, Where might you be?” Asher asked innocently enough. He could hear Tank chuckle.

“I’m at Sam’s house. We have a dinner reservation at 6. You got 20 minutes before we head out. Good luck, oh and bring your skates.” They hung up and he grabbed his skates and keys before heading out. He quickly started his car and headed out. He arrived at Sam’s house with two minutes to spare. He walked over and knocked on the door.

“Hello Ash.” Sam said answering the door.

“Hey is Tank here?” Ash asked getting right to the point.

“I’m right here Ash.” They walked forward checking their bag. They reached into their pocket pulling out a note and handed it to him.

“Thank you!” He read the note.

‘I’m glad you made it in time, now if you don’t mind. Take a look back, at the leader of your pack.’ He finished the note.

“Good luck getting to David.” Sam said as him and Tanker got in the truck driving off.

Asher nodded and quickly took out his phone. He called David.

‘Ring ring’

‘Ring ring’

“Ash?” The voice rang across the line.

“Hey Buddy, where you at?” Asher asked cheerfully.

“My House.” He responded before hanging up.

Asher got in his car and drove over, pulling into David’s driveway and jumping out. He knocked on David’s door. This time David answered the door, before Angel pushed passed him and handed Asher the note.

‘Great Job on finding Davey,’ he began to read aloud, David groaning at the nickname. ‘Now find someone who skates with me. He is a literally a star, from David he lives, not far.’

“They mean Vincent right?” He looked over at Angel, who nodded in return. “Thank you!” He ran back to his car and drove off. He knocked on the door of Vincent’s home.

“Well Hello there,” Vincent said answering the door with lovely under his arm. He held out the note between two fingers.

“Hello.” Ash said as he took the paper, reading it aloud.

‘Great Job finding Vincent and Lovely, their a great pair. You have a final spot to clear the air. Your manager and their boyfriend hold the clue, that in the end will bring me to you.’

The pair bid him goodbye as he texted Stealth.

BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIEND 🥱🤭

Wya?! 🤔🤔🤔

MANAGER 🫥🏒

At my house. Hurry Up 🥱

He shoved his phone in his pocket before heading up to their house. He was still excited to participate but he was getting restless. He wanted to see them already. He walked up to their door but they already had it opened and were holding the note out to him. Milo was wrapped around them.

“Thanks!” Ash said taking the note.

‘Thanks for finding them. Now for your final clue, look back to where it all began.’ Where it all began? Where was that. He creased his brows how he always had when he was thinking. He suddenly popped up.

“RINK C!” He yelled out. He jumped up and ran to his car. “THANK YOU!!” He yelled out to them heading over to the rink. He carefully parked his car before grabbing his skates and heading inside. He made a bee line for rink C. He finally arrived and pushed open the large glass doors. He saw that the room was dimmed, save from the few candles outlining the rink. He walked over the the red bench where he had met his now partner.

On it he discovered a bouquet of carnations and red roses. Attached to them was one last note.

‘Skate up and get out on the ice.’ He did just that and quickly headed out onto the ice. Suddenly he heard the doors open and saw babe coming over to join him.

“Hey Baabe. Thank you for all of this.” He smiled as they came right up to him. “What’s this all been about huh?” He smiled as he rubbed their arms.

“Well,” they began as they got down on one knee.

“Why are we getting on our knees?” Asher said beginning to bend down. They quickly pushed him back up.

“No no! I’m supposed to be down here. You stay there.” They sighed as they looked up at him. “Asher. I love you so much. From the first date we had, I knew we were made for each other. You have taught me how to be firm in love. You taught me what genuine, true love feels like. And for this I am forever grateful.” They took a deep breath, choking back tears. “You are the one for me. We have stuck with each other through thick and thin and there is no one else I would rather do life with.” They reached into their pocket and pulled out a box, opening it to reveal a shiny silver ring. “I love you more than words can express. Will you do the honor of being my husband?” They looked up at him hopefully. He had tears in his eyes.

“Oh my- Yes! I love you so much!” He kissed them tenderly, lovingly. They could taste the tears running down his face. He pulled away looking at them and slightly giggling to himself.

“What?” They asked standing up with him as he patted his pockets. He reached in and pulled out another shiny silver ring.

“Yeah I was just waiting for the right time.” He smiled at them grateful they were his and he was theirs. They decided they would love to stay like this forever, in each others presence and completely in love.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

“I was waiting for the right time.” He smiled at them and kissed them again. They slid on his ring and he slid on theirs. They held hands and just stood in the others presence.

“I love you Ash.”

“I love you Babe.”

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!

[dulceteris]

Okok listen.

I’m all for the HCs that Tank is, well, an absolute TANK. As in, tall and buff and broad.

But hear me out when I say this:

There’re small rumors in Dahlia about “The Tanker™” of the Shaw pack. A big, buff guy who’ll rock anyone’s shit. The people who are stupid enough to seek him out to rock his shit for bragging rights don’t tell the story because they’re too ashamed to.

Turns out “The Tanker™” is a short/average height woman (or man, etc. Personal hc that Darlin’ is a woman). A buff one who’s hella sturdy, though. And nimble on their feet, so she’s a quick and small target to attack.

The only reason people don’t speak of their fights with her is because she’s absolutely FERAL and she scares the shit out of them. So yeah, a bit of embarrassment is in that.

Darlin’ does, indeed, rock people’s shit. Average to short height-ed women rocking the shit of big, buff guys supremacy‼️

(Bonus hc that the Shaw pack pokes fun at Tank for the rumors. But they also neither confirm or deny them when asked. Other than Milo and Asher, who will, on occasion, humor those who ask them about “Tanker™”).

(Bonus *bonus* hc that Sam never knew about these rumors prior to meeting Tank, but he’s thoroughly amused and exasperated by them. He huffs a laugh or snorts whenever he hears someone bring the rumors up.)

(Vincent is dumbfounded the first time he learns that Sam’s “Darlin’” is TANK.)

(Angel loses her shit when she learns that her best friend in the Shaw pack has rumors that cause the public to wearily look out for a shifter under the general description of Tank- just with several wrong details. Tank is not, in fact, missing an ear. She can’t stop laughing for a solid five minutes before attacking Tank with questions on how the rumors started.)

[canonicallyobserving911]

It’s season 6 but the majority of the calls being made to 9-1-1 are unbelievable and unrealistic.

#3 of What’s missing from season 6.

In addition to Maddie missing from firefam gatherings (related post) along with the removal of Halloween and Christmas episodes from the show’s lineup (related post), there were a lot of other things still missing from the first half of season 6A’s episodes.  One of the main reasons 9-1-1 became popular with viewers was because of the detailed attention it placed on its name’s sake, the 9-1-1 calls.  It is a procedural drama that prior to season 6, included the same types of calls that were being made in real life by the general public whenever they experienced an emergency.  The calls were relatable and they also gave viewers a chance to see how 9-1-1 calls were both taken and routed from dispatchers to fire and rescue and/or to the police.  All those things are important because in real life, most people call 9-1-1 when there’s an actual emergency like an accident, a life-or-death situation, an immediate need for help is required and/or when all of those things might be happening simultaneously.  When the dispatcher answers the call and says, “9-1-1 What’s your emergency?”, since the caller might be panicking and could be in a situation where they can’t speak clearly or at all; dispatchers have to remain calm enough to obtain the necessary information from the caller so that they will know which set of first responders have to be dispatched to the location.

During the first 4 seasons and most of season 5, the calls taken by dispatchers were not only realistic; they were also believable.  Even though there were a few calls that were considered by most to be ‘outlandish’ or very rare, i.e., the call about the tiger shark in 2x11 “New Beginnings” that was in the middle of an interstate after the tanker that was transporting it crashed; the vast majority of calls were at least relatable to the types of calls that could be made by anyone from the general public.  But now it’s season 6 and a lot of the calls made to 9-1-1 in 6A were mostly UNBELIEVABLE AND UNREALISTIC since the person who placed the call said things that a normal person WOULD NOT say when they’re in the middle of an emergency.  If the calls were meant to be humorous or if they were meant to lighten the mood after the dark episodes that plagued season 5, they DIDN’T translate to the audience in a way that was light or funny; therefore hardly anyone was laughing during those scenes because the calls appeared to be just annoying.

Season 6

The person who called 9-1-1 in 6x1 “Let the Games Begin” during the win a car competition at the dealership, said, “The game has gone awry” which was just plain RIDICULOUS because all they had to say was “A lady is screaming and it seems like she’s in pain!”  It’s unfortunate but these types of calls continued throughout 6A.

When the park ranger called 9-1-1 in 6x4 “Animal Instincts”, he said, “I think curiosity killed the birdwatcher” which was RIDICULOUS when he could have just told the dispatcher that the wind blew an uprooted tree back to its upright position and there was a man trapped underneath it.

Also in 6x7 “Cursed” when Alexis called 9-1-1 after the chandelier fell on top of Felisa, she said, “I think herstory just ended!”.  That WAS NOT REALISTIC at all and it was a ridiculous way for Alexis to respond when the dispatcher asked her what her emergency was.  All Alexis had to say was, “A chandelier fell on top of my friend, please send help!” and that would have made more sense than what she actually said.

In 6x8 “9-1-1 What’s Your Fantasy?”, after the woman who was dressed up as a knight got swarmed by bees, the caller told the dispatcher “The knight has been swarmed!” when they could have simply said something that a normal person would say like “A woman is being attacked by bees!”.

Unfortunately, these are the types of calls that have become the norm on this procedural drama which is morphing it into an hour-long sitcom.  When people call 9-1-1 in real life, they’re usually too panicked to think of a statement like the ones the callers from the Renaissance Faire, the park ranger and Alexis made during their emergency calls.  While it’s true that prank calls exist, typical calls to 9-1-1 are placed by people who are too focused on the emergency that’s happening right in front of them to worry about stating a one-liner that is not even funny.  Fortunately, all of the calls in 6A didn’t morph into a one sentence quip or a witty comment because there were a few that were actually realistic.

The call placed to 9-1-1 by the co-captain of the blimp in 6x1 was realistic when he said, “We have a blimp emergency! We’re going down!” and it reflected the way a person would handle it in real life if they were in a high stakes situation that had the potential to put thousands of lives in danger.

Karen’s 9-1-1 call after the lab exploded was both BELIEVABLE AND REALISTIC when she said, “There’s been an explosion at the Polytechnic Applied Astrophysics Laboratory” but the problem with her call was that it wasn’t even included in the 6x6 “Tomorrow” episode.  It was actually included at the end of 6x5 “Home Invasion”.  How were the viewers who didn’t watch 6x5 supposed to know who called 9-1-1?  Also how were they supposed to know the reason why the 118 was dispatched to the emergency?  For the viewers who watched 6x5 but missed 6x6, Karen’s call probably seemed out of context since it was attached to the end of an episode, especially if they didn’t see the promo for 6x6. Hen wasn’t shown to be the one who called 9-1-1 in 6x6 because she rushed to the scene after she heard the explosion while she was on the phone with Denny.  The 118 just showed up and Bobby started talking to the captain of the labs’ onsite fire department.  As usual the audience had to do mental gymnastics to determine how the call that aired at the end of the previous episode went with the current emergency and that’s even worse than when the audience had to determine when things happened offscreen.

Finally the call placed by one of the family members in 6x9 “Red Flag” about a severed hand was realistic.  The caller was panicked but she was still able to explain to Maddie what happened when their dog brought a severed hand back home.

While it’s possible for humor to be included on some of the 9-1-1 calls, the actual words that are included in the callers’ statements should still be realistic because in real life people don’t say things like “I think herstory has ended” when they are discussing an emergency.  They describe details of the actual emergency once the dispatcher answers the call.  Therefore the calls that were placed during the first half of season 6, further illustrate the way something has been missing from the scripts and if it continues, calls placed in 6B will probably suffer the same fate.  Since all of the calls in 6A weren’t turned into these ridiculous one-liners; it means there’s still time for corrections to be made before episodes in 6B air because the show is currently on hiatus.  Corrections have been made before and hopefully this will be another thing that can be addressed by the showrunner, writers and producers.

[rygoespop]

Thomas and Friends: Tales from Sodor (Story 107): No Silliness for Edward

Narrator: No Silliness for Edward

Scene opens with Edward, puffing down the line pulling a coal car, a Salt Van, 2 GWR Vans, and a Tar Tanker

Narrator: Edward is one of the most respected engines on the Island of Sodor, he has no time for silliness

Scene transitions to Edward at Knapford Station

Narrator: One day, Edward was at Knapford Station, until an Orange Tank Engine puffed up next to him

The orange tank engine puffed up next to Edward, he has a nameplate named Billy on his sides

Billy: *whistles* Hello! I’m Billy! The new engine! Let’s go!

Edward: Whoa there Billy! We can’t leave yet, we need to wait for Sir Topham Hatt!

Billy: Why?

Edward: Because those are orders

Just then, Sir Topham Hatt appeared out of his office

STH: Ah, there you are Billy, my new engine! Right, I want you to go with Edward and he’ll show you around the island

Billy: Aye aye sir! *chuckled*

Edward: Come along Billy! *he blew his whistle and he puffs off*

Billy: Ok *he follows Edward*

Scene transitions to Edward and Billy arriving at the Clay Pits

Narrator: Soon, Edward and Billy arrived at the Clay Pits

Bill: Hello Edward!

Ben: Who’s your new friend?

Edward: Bill and Ben, meet Billy!

Billy: Hello!

Bill: Hey Billy, there’s a line of cars waiting for you to pull!

Billy: For me? Oh boy! *he puffs up to the Clay cars and was coupled up as he pulled, unaware that Timothy was already behind the cars*

Timothy: What?! Hey! Stop! Not again! *puts on his brakes*

Billy: Huh?! Who’s there?

Timothy: Oh, sorry about that! We haven’t introduce ourselves, I’m Timothy!

Billy: Hi Timothy, I’m Billy!

Derek: *oiled in* So your the new engine!

Billy: Yes siree!

Derek: I’m Derek by the way!

Scene transitions to Edward and Billy puffing into Maron Station, Bear was there pulling 3 Green Express Coaches

Narrator: Soon, Edward and Billy arrived at Maron Station

Bear: Hello Edward! Who’s your friend?

Edward: Bear, meet Billy!

Billy: Roar roar Bear!

Bear: *chuckled* Oh Billy, I’m not that kind of bear, I got that name because of my engine making that noise

Billy chuckled but Edward didn’t find it funny

Edward: Ok Billy, that’s enough foolery

Billy didn’t like Edward being stern with his words, this made him cross

Billy: Edward! Where’s your sense of humor?!

Edward: There is a time and place for being silly, but it’s not that time Billy!

Billy: Don’t tell me what to do Edward! *puffs off*

Bear: What’s his problem Edward?

Edward: He’s just learning

Scene transitions to Edward puffing into Crovan’s Gate, as he sees Billy

Narrator: Later, Edward found Billy at Crovan’s Gate

Billy: Go away Edward! I don’t need your bossiness near me!

Edward: Billy, you got lots to learn!

Billy: Pah!

Just then, they see black smoke

Billy: Huh? *puffs off to find the black smoke*

Edward: Billy wait!

Scene transitions to Billy arriving at the scene and sees Dennis

Narrator: Soon, Billy came to the scene of the smoke

Billy: Are you ok?

Dennis: No! I felt sick as I took on bad oil! I can’t make it to Vicarstown Sheds today, can you push me there?

Billy: Of course! *he buffered up behind Dennis and blew his whistle as he shunts Dennis to Vicarstown*

Edward: *follows Billy shunting Dennis* Billy wait!

Scene transitions to Billy and Dennis arriving at Vicarstown Yards, where Murdoch and Flora are there

Narrator: Later, Billy shunted Dennis all the way to Vicarstown

Dennis: Thank you-

Charlie: *sees Billy* Billy?!

Billy: Charlie?!

Edward: *puffs into Vicarstown Yards* Billy wait, you need me to- Oh, you brought Dennis here

Charlie: Oh hi Eddie, have you met my brother?

Edward: Yes, I was showing Billy around the island, but I guess I came off too bossy for him, and for that, I’m sorry Billy

Billy: All is forgiven Edward!

Edward: *looked at Charlie and at Billy* Hmmm, since Charlie is a shunter for Vicarstown, how about you become a shunter for Knapford, Billy?

Billy: I, I like that idea!

Edward: Then it’s settled then, welcome to Sodor, Billy!

Edward, Billy, Charlie, Murdoch, Dennis, and Flora all chuckle as Edward, Billy, Charlie, and Murdoch blew their whistles and Flora rang her bell as Steam Clouds rolled in

Story End

[tankertalk]

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[naughtygirl286]

So we did finally go to see The Expendables 4 (or Expend4bles as its promoted) I remember going to see each one when they came out I have to say I do love the first 2 but I don't think I liked the 3rd one as much I can't remember it has been a while since I watched the 3rd one. anyway I was surprised that they did make a 4th one so we had to go see it and see what it was like

I can honestly say that I thought it was pretty good and the person I went with enjoyed it also the movie in general is I would say plenty of mindless fun. The action, fights and stunts and all that were of course amazingly fun of course the fight choreography was pretty impressive

The opening bar fight was cool and the motorcycle chase through the tanker ship was different. it of course had plenty of actiony humor especially between Stallone and Jason Statham they are a good on screen pair that's for sure.

Now Stallone is not in this 100% he is not the main character in this movie he is in it pretty much only at the first of the movie this is mainly a Jason Statham movie and second to him is Megan Fox.

but they do introduce some new characters like "Lash" played by Levy Tran I mention her being she kinda stood out due to the weapon she uses. everyone has guns or knives and she has this metal chain with spikes or like razor bits on it and she is whipping people with it I just thought it was cool and different.

but yeah there is not too much to say about it its pretty explosive, lots of great action and stunts, some humor and just a fun movie. I would say if you like the other ones then give this one a watch too.

[borgesperovago]

Not coming at you full of hate but words have meanings and it is good to utilize words referring to politics correctly. Not all communists are tankers, they’re a special flavor of “Mao did nothing wrong, and the USSR was always right.”

You will make stronger arguments and not leave yourself open to annoying ass hostile shit like totally inappropriate “kys” messages the more ironclad the meaning and context in your words is. Good luck with all the hate mail hopefully it slows down.

Even if they I’ll just disable anon asks for a day or 2.

Regarding the advice, I do agree words have proper meaning, but this is slang, and a heavily bastardized one already. Tankie originally was a Stalinist, then it became common use for a member of the communist party of the UK, and so on. I think that in the context I used in (a clearly humorous one and as a throwaway comment) it’s kinda irrelevant.

[walkingthroughthisworld]

[misforgotten2]

Static electricity is the least of there problem when they drive of a cliff. “Breaker! Breaker! . . . **white noise** “

Questions Children Ask  by Edith Ernest Bonhivert   1959