#ch: skipper

[the-bus-called-graveyard-8]

[barbiesource]

"Best summer job ever!"

Barbie: Skipper and the Big Babysitting Adventure

[nikosasaki]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE ⛧ day one; godly parent.

the godly children of the outer banks.

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[stelstellakidd]

the seven kinds of love. liena riley.

inferno.

including; @claryxjackson ‘s mason buckley

taglist: @stanshollaand @arrthurpendragon @claryxjackson @endless-oc-creations

inspo

gifs: @maurawrites

[aylaaescar]

“I want you to be happy. Whatever you need, I’ll help.”

“I’ve had a hell of a time figuring you out, but I think I have. I want you to be happy too.”

“You better.”

[crazycurly-77]

The submarine -

Ch 9

“The chopper will bring you back to Washington in 2 hours,” the Skipper said. 

That was like a cold shower.

He clearly wanted you off the boat.

Gibbs confirmed the instruction with a brief "understood" and then went ahead to your cabin.

When you got there, you packed everything up without saying a word and then walked through the boat again to check that you hadn't forgotten anything.

Then the helicopter arrived.

You said goodbye and were on your way home.

You should have been happy that you could finally get off this floating torture device, but you couldn't be happy.

No, quite the opposite. You looked back wistfully at the submarine getting smaller and smaller in the distance.

And Gibbs? Instead of looking after you like he did on the way there, calming you down and holding your hand, he looked out to sea on the other side and completely ignored you.

What on earth happened on this boat? What on earth happened to you two?

Completely lost in thought, you didn't really notice anything about the flight, so you were surprised that you had already landed.

Immediately after landing, Gibbs grabbed his bag, got out and went to the team car. That was a very clear sign. The old Gibbs was back and what had happened on the boat would stay there.

You quickly grabbed your own bag and ran after him before he left without you.

You spent the drive to the office in silence and you could literally feel Gibbs rebuilding his inner walls, this time making them even thicker and pulling them even higher.

You sighed in disappointment and tried to come to terms with this experience internally, but that would clearly take a while.

When you arrived at the bullpen, you wrote your reports and then had a few days off.

Each of you drove to your home, like countless times before. But this time it was different.

You came home and there was no one there. His house and your apartment were empty. For a moment you thought about the small cabin on the boat where the other lived with you.

That was the best part of the case, being together. The conversations, the cuddling, falling asleep and waking up together and just being there for each other.

Well, it was definitely over.

Since it was already late, you went to sleep. But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't get to sleep. Something was missing, or rather, someone. Maybe he couldn't sleep either? But could you dare?

No matter, you couldn't stop thinking about him, got up, got dressed and drove to him.

When you got there, his house was dark. Was he even home? Or was he already asleep?

Then you saw a faint glow of light under a door. That was definitely the door to the basement where he built his famous and infamous boats.

You stood in his living room undecided and hesitated. Suddenly it didn't seem like such a good idea to just drive to him and so late in the evening too. Maybe you should leave him alone after the forced closeness on the boat.

But you couldn't help it. You just couldn't find peace without him because you missed him and his closeness so much.

But how will he react to seeing you again, here in his house? What will he say? Could you disturb him? Should you disturb him? Maybe he wanted to be alone? Or maybe he had visitors? Female visitors?

You approached the door carefully and listened to see if you could hear any voices, but the only thing you could hear was a quiet, scraping noise.

When you got to the door, you finally gathered up all your courage and opened the door... and there he was. He was wearing his casual clothes, working on a boat and was so incredibly sexy that your knees immediately went weak at the sight of him.

When Gibbs heard the door open, he looked up in surprise. Was he so lost in his thoughts that he really didn't hear someone visiting him? Obviously yes.

He had tried to banish you from his thoughts, because he just couldn't stop thinking about you. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. It just wasn't possible.

And now you were standing there. In his house, in the doorway to his basement. A manifestation of his thoughts, so to speak, and he would like nothing more than to go to you, pull you into his arms and kiss you until you knew and understood what you meant to him.

(Only two more chapters remaining...)

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Here you will find the other chapters of this story and the other stories I've written to date.

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[r4ven321]

lyney x fem!reader (ch. 3) 𓆩♣️𓆪 here with me

Normally, there's a very clear line between platonic and romantic. A friend would order food for his buddies on a special day, and maybe they would go on a double date. A couple would linger on a cliff until the stars came out and constellations appeared in the sky. The mood is very telling. And yet…

Your relationship with Lyney managed to stand right in the middle. Neither of you knew how.

﹒⪩⪨﹒wc: 2,077 (total) ﹒⪩⪨﹒masterlist: here ﹒⪩⪨﹒requests: open ﹒⪩⪨﹒synopsis: Your birthday comes around a year after Lyney's confession. A mini tea party also happens. ﹒⪩⪨﹒a/n: i drank coffee (not tea) while writing this (read the prev two chapters unless you're a dialogue skipper and in that case I applaud you for being able to read coherently)

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 8 Matsuribayashi pt. 23

I don’t know about the idea of skimming over some of these fragments. They’re all generally important to the overarching narrative, and they’re usually pretty short. Ones like the Ooishi one I guess I could sum up pretty concisely, but I kind of want you to experience it the way that I did. The only difference being I don’t know if I can instill the small feeling of dread that I began to feel midway through the fragments. Dread because of the fact that I was actively enjoying the story as it was being presented by these fragments, and all. But because I was enjoying it, I became paranoid that eventually something would happen to put an end to my enjoyment and drag the chapter down. Would you believe me when I say I do genuinely recommend this series?

The old guy continued

Fun fact, this was actually supposed to be contained entirely within the last part, but I hit the screenshot limit without meaning to, so now The old guy is a split part.

I know that the entire purpose of this fragment is to firmly cement Ooishi’s motivation and grudge against the Sonozaki family. But at the same time it’s just a bit of a skipper.

And that’s how the fragment ends with Ooishi declaring war on anyone who has the last name Sonozaki in his community.

One of the things I didn’t catch for whatever reason upon reading the fragment featuring the manager of the dam constructions death the first, second, or somehow even the third time, was the fact that the manager was the one who instigated the deadly dispute. That he’s the one who flew into a rage, swinging his shovel to attack the construction guys, which led to his demise. Somehow it just didn’t register until I was reading the fragment again for entirely unrelated reasons that it clicked that he was ultimately his own undoing. More to that point, do you suppose the foreman himself was infected with Hinamizawa Syndrome? Or was it the stress of the dam war that led to his fatal fight?

This somewhat recolors Ooishi’s revenge plot, as he is entirely unaware that it was the foreman who led to his own downfall much less the Sonozakis.

The first sacrifice

With this particular fragment we really start delving deeper into some of the larger unanswered mysteries from the series. Answers, are ahead, in this the final chapter of the Answer Arcs.

I wonder why Irie is skeptical of the random chance encounter Takano had with this guy? It hasn’t come up yet in the fragments that he’s suspicious of her research into Hinamizawa Syndrome, so I just wonder why he doubts her. Would it be better for him if she had for whatever reason had the Mountain Dogs or herself stalking this guy on the off-chance he had the terminal levels they need? Does he think Takano and the Mountain Dogs are just cruising around Hinamizawa in their van ready to abduct everyone who might fit the bill? Do you think they use the Okonogi Gardeners van as their kidnapping van?

I might be misremembering, but wasn’t it implied in Onikakushi the other five guys who were compelled into this dismemberment plot dumped their body parts that day? Could you imagine if they decided to do it just a day at a time? What I want to know is what poor bastard had head, or torso disposal duty? That must’ve really sucked for them, at least if I was forced to dispose of a random body part I’d rather get an arm or a leg.

Also, I kind of like the implication that Irie has performed amputations in the past.

The line “I need a medical sacrifice” is such a wonderfully deranged line. Clearly this line of thinking disturbs Irie, but it just really encapsulates his character pretty well I think. He’s done this before, he has willingly dirtied his hands to try to solve the issues with the human brain, but as the passage of time makes people rethink former crazy and harmful individuals he’s having difficulty reconciling with his past. Perhaps it’s a societal thing, the outrage and furor over his previous actions of performing lobotomies without consent instilled him with a feeling of doubt about the correctness of his actions.

I don’t think that Irie’s worries about Takano’s safety are genuine, not fully at least. He might on a subconscious level worry that she might get hurt, but I think he’s really just feeling trepidation over her tests, and the idea that they’re really going to dissect this mans brain while he’s alive.

I love this problematic woman.

I don’t know if manliness is really the problem here. I really do think he’s just being affected by the societal views about the ethics of his research in the past versus the present.

Something that I find odd about all of this is how despite the dam project being shut down in late 1978 to early 1979 is that the ministry of construction kept the foreman on the job. Was he just there to keep an eye on whatever equipment was still on site? Furthermore, why did it take a year for the construction worker to snap and murder him? Was he somehow able to naturally suppress his Hinamizawa Syndrome despite being an L5 terminal patient when he did the deed?

[tabl3]

fotm ch 7 spoilers

explaining execution methods (and what actually killed them if applicable)

Horace: skewered through the ribcage; presumed dead in explosion

Tecton: stabbed in the torso by multiple pure gold blades; presumed dead in explosion

Megahertz: EMP; presumed dead in explosion

Gamma Girl: impaled w/ lead bars in the stomach; presumed dead in explosion

Solar Flare: frozen in ice; presumed dead in explosion

Snowstorm: surrounded in fire ring; presumed dead in explosion

Blue Tornado: wings torn out of back; bled out

Optimo: presumed dead in explosion

Incognito: neck snapped by Rodissius

Mr. Quick: legs cut off; bled out

Queen Hornet: poison gas

Titanio: removed from suit, pulled apart and crushed by the creatures

Spark: presumed dead in explosion

Valkira: presumed dead in explosion

Skipper: presumed dead in explosion

Shaun (nurse that helped Bree): torn apart by creatures

Alley Cat: presumed dead in explosion

[alex-the-nonsensologist]

Disney Dreamland - Part 2: Adventureland

Due to my quirk of wanting each land’s name to reflect a broad genre, Frontierland was basically merged into Adventureland (I know westerns are their own genre, but I felt it too niche compared to the other genres I picked). I tried my best not to be stereotypical in regards to certain areas. Cultural experts would be consulted (both native to their country and diaspora). 

Also, I should mention, I friggin' love carousels. I put at least one in each genre land. I'm just that nuts about them.

Imperial Courtyard

This area would be similar to the China Pavilion in EPCOT, but more focused on fiction and mythology. Includes a lovely lotus pond garden to sit and relax in. Would have Lunar New Year celebrations in the winter. Disclaimer: I may be a child of Hong Kong immigrants but I grew up a full westerner New Yorker. Please consult cultural experts.   At the moment, my mind’s eye is picturing this area neatly tucked away in a corner between World Galleria and the rest of Adventureland.

Sun Wukong the Monkey King / Journey to the West: Dark ride. I only recently learned that despite Sun Wukong being a popular character, he is not in fact the protagonist of Journey to the West. I think centering it on either Sun Wukong’s life and backstory, or the actual journey to the West with the other characters could work. The art style would resemble Chinese calligraphy paintings come to life. I would also love an original song that ties the entire ride together, in the same manner as “Compass of Your Heart” from Sindbad's Storybook Voyage in Tokyo DisneySea.

Mulan stage show: Would contain well-choreographed martial arts stunts, alongside musical performances, with “Make A Man Out of You” being the big showstopper combining both. For the design aesthetic, I’m thinking of something similar to Mulan’s float unit in Shanghai’s parade.

Zodiac Carousel: Under a lovely red and gold Chinese pavilion roof. Features twelve rows of animals of the Chinese Zodiac. Could be located inside the garden.

Jade Phoenix Tea House: Chinese tea, pastries, and dim sum.

Golden Dragon Restaurant: Table service.

Equatorial Tropics

Blends from Polynesia to Africa. 

The Enchanted Tiki Room : The only thing I’d change is have a new cast of host birds, to make it unique. Maybe there could also be a temporary Lilo and Stitch / Moana overlay during the summer months. 

Polynesian Terrace restaurant: Table service.

Jungle River Cruise: Obviously would not include condescending stereotypes of natives. Otherwise, I would like it to be distinctly unique from other versions of the ride with a new storyline and skipper commentary.

“Treetop Village” : My park’s equivalent of the Swiss Family Treehouse. I wanted to have a suspension bridge entrance like Anaheim’s version used to have (as Tarzan’s Treehouse), which I thought looked so cool, and then I thought about putting my treehouse on an island in the Jungle River Cruise, like Hong Kong’s, with the bridge crossing over the river from the walkway entrance. Then I thought, why not make it a whole village of treehouses on the island, all connected by suspension bridges? It would be limited to a handful of trees so as not to disrupt the Jungle Cruise ride too much, but would still have plenty of scenic views for guests to see. There could be a few interactive elements for guests to play with, such as rope and pulley systems, to simulate the illusion of functioning living quarters. Maybe even include a couple of swings.

Tales of Anansi: Dark ride. A stylized retelling of the Anansi stories with a unique art style, in the same manner as how Lion King was adapted for stage. This is partially to look cool and unique, and partially to avoid Anansi looking too creepy for anyone afraid of spiders. Please consult cultural experts.

Circle of Life buffet: Cuisine from Kenya and Tanzania, the countries of inspiration for The Lion King. But just for fun, one of the desserts could be Timon and Pumbaa’s Chocolate “Mud” and Gummy Bugs. 

Disney Dreamland Railroad Adventureland station: Styled after a jungle trading post

Pirate Cove

Visually based off the Adventure Isle area in Paris’s Adventureland. Includes a walkthrough ship, a restaurant ship, a small island (Skull Island), and a picturesque waterfall. This area would probably be outside the railroad perimeter, accessible through a mountain tunnel.

“Pirates Ride” : I think Pirates of the Caribbean is a very neat ride. I have a lot of mixed feelings regarding *ahem* certain scenes, but that’s a lot to unpack for another time. I do not want this version of Pirates to have anything to do with the movies, which while entertaining, I feel have overstayed their welcome (but I will admit the scenery in Shanghai’s version of the ride is breathtaking, both real and digital, and the battle climax is definitely exciting). Rather than copying the classic ride, I would love it if Imagineers would come up with a brand new story with a brand new set of pirates in another part of the world. That said, I have no issue with Jack Sparrow being a walk around character in the area.

“Pirate Explore Zone”: Inspired by the various walkthrough ships in Disney Parks. Could also extend to Skull Island, which includes caves you can wander around, inspired by Le Ventre de la Terre underneath Paris’s version of the Swiss Family Treehouse.

“Pirate Stunt Show”: An action stunt show on the water utilizing floats.

“Pirate Ship restaurant”: Quick service.

X Marks the Shop: Pirated themed merchandise.

Wild Western Frontier

The start of “Frontierland”. Part typical Wild West town, part Native community featuring adobe pueblos, part Grand Canyon-style rock formations. Please consult cultural experts.

Western River Expedition: Based on the never-built attraction by Marc Davis. Would be tweaked to avoid any stereotypical portrayals of Native peoples. Please consult cultural experts. The river flume would be crafted to intertwine with Big Thunder’s railroad. Also includes a snapshot photo-op at the final drop, like Splash Mountain. 

Big Thunder Mountain: Mostly the same, but I would rearrange to have the train pass through the underground Rainbow Caverns at the end before the unloading dock. Story could go that in trying to find the last motherlode of gold, you accidentally trigger explosions that nearly trap you, but end up unearthing the caverns; pretty much like the Mickey Mouse short Nature's Wonderland that homages this ride and its predecessor. Lesson being that in life, you may not always find what you want, but sometimes you find something else just as valuable. 

Cowboy Carousel: Would appear to be built out of wood. Could resemble a farm enclosure. Horses in cowboy hats and bandanas. This is not really a necessary addition to the area, but as I mentioned, I LOVE carousels and could not resist putting it on this list.

Golden Horseshoe Revue restaurant: American cuisine and BBQ and saloon stage show. Table service. (I have yet to experience this in the existing parks, but I’d like to some day.)

General Store: Cowboy-themed merchandise.

“Native Legends of the West” / “Legends of Coyote”: Dark ride designed in a Native art style. Please consult cultural experts. Could retell various legends of the region, but for a more unified story it could focus on the trickster character of Coyote. 

Native-owned shops: Authentic Native American artisan crafts. Shout-out to @disneylanddilettante for the idea. Could feature live demonstrations and workshops for kids, along with guides to explain the cultural significance. 

Land of the Dead restaurant: Mexican cuisine. I wanted a place that could be themed as a nod to Coco, my favorite Pixar movie, without being heavily IP themed. Actual Día de Muertos celebrations would only happen in the fall; this restaurant would basically allude to the daily lives of the inhabitants of The Land of the Dead the rest of the year outside of Día de Muertos. Please consult cultural experts. Would include a live mariachi band.

Rivers of America

Embodies the calmer aspects of Frontierland, however I still think they fit neatly into Adventureland if you think of life itself as an adventure, with this area being the "take it easy" part. The northern coast of the river would be on the edge of Mysteryland, part of that land’s city themed area, but with the buildings facing the river themed to New Orleans.

Fort Wilderness Island: Themed to a summer camp.

Fort Wilderness River Rafts: Transport to and from the island.

Davy Crockett Explorer Canoes

“Tall Tales Campfire”: Stage show retelling of classic American tall tales. Does not have to be a literal campfire, as that would limit the shows to nighttime only, not to mention be a hazard. 

Camp Woodchuck Kitchen: Based on the restaurant of the same name from Tokyo. Quick service. Waffle sandwiches and s’mores brownies. The original three flavors of waffles sandwiches were Fried Chicken and Maple Sauce (Huey), Bacon and Vegetables and BBQ Sauce (Dewey), and Shrimp and Avocado (Louie).

Johnny Appleseed stand: Apple tarts, apple fritters, apple fries, caramel apples, and apple cider.

On the coast of the river:

Mark Twain Riverboat

“Musical Americana Animals”: Animatronic stage show inspired by The Country Bear Jamboree and America Sings.

Tiana’s Palace: New Orleans cuisine. Tiana’s signature beignets and swamp gumbo are a must. Jazz band playing live music, with appearances by Louis the alligator and performances by Tiana and Naveen. There could even be a short Mardi Gras show every hour.

Other parts:

World Galleria

Mysteryland

Fantasyland

Create-It-Land

Discoveryland

[dead-mans-house]

I decided to try to figure out who is considered human and who isn't in The Abarat series. After doing a scour of the books, my conclusion is that "human" is a word that is used differently by different people. It can refer to the species of humans, to people who are shaped like humans but are a different species, and possibly to people who are descended from the human species who live in Abarat (debateable) The word "Abaratian" seems used as a demonym more than any kind of biology word.

"Which Abaratians are human" - the greatest thread in the history of forums, locked by a moderator after 12,239 pages of heated debate,

I started looking into this because I wanted to know if the Candy/Carrion ship was technically an interspecies thing. It doesn't really matter, I was just curious

read my EXTENSIVE notes below

-The Fantomaya in The Lyre in the Abarat Prologue are referred to as human.

-In Abarat ch. 7, Mendelson Shape is said to make a sound that is far from human. He later says, "The Abarat isn’t for human eyes. You belong in this world, the Hereafter." This suggests that every human in The Abarat might not be indiginous to it.

-The Sea Skippers and Vlitters are both described with human comparisons, suggesting they do not count as human.

-In Abarat ch. 13, Candy observes the populace: "As far as Candy could see there were plenty of people who resembled folks she might have expected to see on the streets of Chickentown, give or take a sartorial detail: a hat, a coat, a wooden snout. But for every one person that looked perfectly human, there were two who looked perfectly other than human. The children of a thousand marriages between humankind and the great bestiary of the Abarat were abroad on the streets of the city." In the same chapter, Candy sees humans on a television.

-In ch 18, "Abaratian merchants" and "Abaratian slaves" are mentioned. The A in Abaratian is always capitalized, suggesting that it is more like the word American than it is like the word human

-In Abarat ch. 19, Carrion uses mummified human cadavers for his spell. (This fact is brought up again, later, in chapter 22) Ignacio the stitchling is apparently made from at least some human parts, because, "Two thirds of his body were still functioning as ordinary human anatomy."

-The people of The Abarat are apparently very aware of human norms. In ch 22 we read that Carrion had "heard it said that every fear that had ever chilled the human heart was here on Gorgossium."

-In ch 23, Candy doesn't seem to think that Pixler is fully human. The narrative says, "he seemed more like an ordinary human being than many of the creatures she’d met on her travels" which could mean many things.

-In ch 28, Malingo is said to be not "quite as vulnerable as a human being."

-In ch 30, the stitchling mires are of "inhuman design."

-In the Abarat appendix, we learn that Kalukwa birds "reportedly hatch downy human babies from their eggs every ninth year. These children—if saved from being pecked to death by juveniles of the previous year’s hatching_are often saved by the pirates and raised as their children." So this means that humans can be born from non-human parents. It also says that Alice Point, once home to the Fantomaya, no longer has human residents.

-in the DoMNoW prologue, Carrion specifically identifies Candy as a human when he refers to her head as "that human head of hers." It doesn't seem like a very human thing to say.

-in DoMNoW ch 3, Candy looks through a telescope at some carvings on Gorgossium and one is said to be "vaguely human."

-in DoMNoW ch 12, Our Earth/The Hereafter is called The Human World.

-Filth the munkee has a "human cast to his crooked face" in ch 14. What this means precisely is hard to determine because the next description of him doesn't seem very human at all

-DoMNoW chapter 16 includes a part where there is a mural on the wall with two people, "one human, one Abaratian" on it. This implies that the human and Abaratian identities are mutually exclusive. In the same chapter, there is a description of the Totemix. "There were none among the Totemix that were completely human; but then there were none that were completely animal either."

-Ch 21 calls not-yet-finished stitchlings "half-human sacks." This is a scene that just refers to them generally rather than any specific stitchlings.

-Ch 25, of a group of people on a ship: "the flames illuminated a great crowd of folks, some human, many not, assembled in the middle of the deck."

-Ch 26, Jimothi is called "the most humanoid of the tarries" because he walks on two feet. The soldiers sent to patrol ninnyhammer by the high court of the hours are called "human" in contrast to the tarrie cats. When the three monsters killing tarrie cats and humans combine to form mater motley, her shape is described as "unmistakeably human" and the narrative says "Its humanity was no great comfort to Wolfswinkel"

-ch 39 a baby dragon bites finnegan. Later the baby dragon has "the taste of human blood in his throat"

-DoMNoW chapter 43, Candy wonders why Carrion didn't try to mind-control her when he is able to mind-control Malingo. Her guess is that it is because she has a "human mind" as opposed to Malingo's Geshrat one.

-ch 46 Elathuria has a "human form"

-ch50 refers to Candy's family as "human food" and a "human meal" for Abaratian fish

-ch51 Mater Motley's stitchlings are "not all human"

-ch 56 candy's father refers to the people with candy as "not human" and explicitly points out the brothers john and finnegan. He is almost certainly just being a racist shithead about finnegan. The narrative describes Letheo's face as human

-Absolute Midnight chapter 2, Helio Fatha says "humankind can't hold on to a mystery." Jimothi is "purebred Abaratian"

-Chapter 3 involves a crowd of abaratians suggesting that all humans be killed. Izarith gives Candy her hat so Candy can hide her identity. So despite being bepedal and bearing a passing resemblance to a human, Izarith is clearly not going to be considered human by her peers.

-ch4 has a conversation between Pixler and Voorzangler

“Don’t look so worried, Voorzangler,” Pixler said. “I know what I’m doing.” “Of course, sir,” the doctor replied. “But I wouldn’t be human if I wasn’t a little concerned.” “Boasting now?” Pixler said. “About what, sir?” “About your humanity. There aren’t very many employees of the company who could say such a thing.”

I think that this is probably supposed to be a metaphorical discussion of humanity rather than a literal one, but I leave it in the notes in case anyone wants to interpret it differently.

-AM ch 10, Covenantis hears princess boa's "human voice"

-ch18, Covenantis sings a spell described with, "These were the primal sounds of an Abarat that was holding the Hours in trust for humankind to one day possess."

-ch 21, the narrative around Boa calls earth the human world.

-ch36 one of the monsters is a pot and one of its ingredients is human meat

-ch 40 maas the half-dragon is compared to a human, but mostly to show how unusual he is

-ch 41 Boa says of Maas, "The closest he gets to having any real humanity in him is when he dines on it."

-ch 50 Rojo Pixler has "human anatomy"

-ch 52 there are "human-headed birds"

-ch 54 the baby Hemosh kills is said to sound like a human but not look like one

-ch 63 a pig looks "almost human"

-ch 71 Carrion reflects on Candy's behavior and thinks about how her human ancestry must make things difficult for her because she has fears of predators and the dark, but he is impressed by her bravery

[the-bus-called-graveyard-8]

Skipper vs. the metric system

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 19

(Ch. 18) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Symbol Guide II

Summary: Nothing solidifies a friendship like a good old-fashioned jailbreak.

A/N: According to everyone who knew him irl, Skip Muck was the Mom Friend of his group & sooo here, have some Reluctant Dad Friend Nix & Fun Mom Friend Muck😌💖

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Contemporary: October 22nd, 1944. Zetten-Andelot, Netherlands.

“Just for the record, my helping does not mean I’m condoning this.” 

It took all of Alix's self-control not to roll her eyes at her handler as he neared to help her unwind the last of the bandages on her head. 

“Yes, I know," she groaned, half under her breath. "We heard you the first thousand times you said it."

Nixon passed the bandage to Malarkey, who stuffed it quickly into his pocket for safekeeping.

"And you'll hear it a thousand more, Martinelli, because it's a terrible idea!" 

"Then why are you still here?" Alix shot back, momentarily taking a break from unrolling the baggy jump jacket Skip had supplied to glare at Nixon.

"If you don't want to be involved, sir, you’re free to go."

Her case officer washed down another sip of liquor from his flask as he watched Alix tie the jacket around her waist. 

"I'm already involved," he huffed, crossing his arms like a disappointed father. "I'm in charge of your impulsive ass, in case you've forgotten."

"How could I forget?" Alix grumbled as she safety-pinned the Red Cross armband designating her as a combat nurse to her sleeve.

"You– Ow, shit!– You never fail to remind me." 

"Prick yourself, did you?" Nixon asked dryly, repositioning himself in his usual place against the back wall.

"Bastard” Alix muttered under her breath and Nixon snorted.

"That's Captain Bastard to you now," he corrected with a tap to his collar, his expression blank but somehow seeming even more smug, if that was possible.

After pinning her armband, Alix went to work examining the medic’s bag she carried, ensuring that everything was in place.

Her radio, the vials of Prussic acid, her forged identity papers, her gun– with additional bullets, supplied by Nixon–  and her knife were all inside, stashed under a slew of bandages and inside innocuous-looking boxes of field dressings. 

She only hoped it would be enough. 

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As expected, it was a busy night at the aid station.

Skirmishes in the nearby area had gotten ugly fast and it seemed like stretchers were being rushed in by the minute.

As if that weren’t enough, Alix had pickpocketed a nearby nurse for her logbook and saw that they were expecting an influx of emergencies being transferred from Arnhem at about 10 o’clock that night. 

With no one watching the “walking wounded” like Alix, it would be the perfect time to slip out the door…If she could only get to it.

Her ankle throbbed terribly and she chewed on her bottom lip, hoping the metallic taste of blood would keep her thoughts from the pain. 

In their haste to treat those with life-threatening wounds from the battlefield, her dislocated ankle had been neglected. 

She had been assured that someone would see about treating it eventually but with all of the emergencies coming in, there simply hadn't been time.

Just putting her boots on earlier had been excruciating– she had to bite down on the blanket to avoid screaming– and she shuddered to think what the hike back to Easy Company would be like.

“You gonna be able to walk okay?” Skip asked from his seat beside her as if reading her mind.

“With my busted-up ankle? Not likely.”

Alix let out a sigh. “Between that and my stiff muscles, I'll probably end up crawling by the halfway point.”

“I'll carry you then.”

“You're hilarious, Skipper,” Alix deadpanned but the blond shook his head, looking far graver than she’d ever seen him.

“I'm serious,” he insisted. “If it gets that bad, I'll carry you. No friend of mine crawls anywhere.”

Despite herself, Alix could feel the pinpricks of tears beginning to well in her eyes and she blinked hard, forcing them back down. 

The fact that a friend she couldn’t even remember was still willing to risk his life to ease her burden…

“Skip Muck, you’re a saint, do you know that?”

He grinned at the praise, a certain effervescent vitality lighting up his face even despite the camo paint he was smearing on to obscure it.

"I do my best." 

"Time-check?" Alix asked and Nixon glanced at his watch. 

"5 minutes till go." 

With that, Malarkey stood up and looked to Nixon. 

"It's where it should be, correct?" 

The captain gave an almost imperceptible nod and added,

"Remember, the recognition phrase is ‘Flash’ and the response is–” 

“‘Thunder’, I got it.” 

With that, Nixon returned to his reports for plausible deniability as Malarkey gradually made his way to the back door and slipped outside.

Alix felt a sudden sense of finality sink into her bones as the squeals of tires in the distance grew louder.

The ambulances were arriving.

"Last chance to back out, guys," she said, ensuring that she made eye contact with the remaining two members of the group but neither took the opportunity.

"On the bright side," Skip grinned, jostling his friend's shoulder slightly. "If we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story!"

Just then, the doors to the aid station were thrown open and there were frantic shouts of “Move” as soldiers flooded the room hauling the wounded inside, the stench of sweat, blood, and death all mingling in the air like a perverse perfume. 

With a grudging nod of encouragement from Nixon, who was still staring down at the pages in his hands as though his life depended on it, Alix forced herself to her feet.

It was time.

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It had been Nixon's idea to steal tactically acquire the motorcycle in the first place but it had been Don who actually ended up doing it. 

Leaning on Skip’s outstretched arm and trying her hardest to keep from limping too noticeably, Alix had managed to make it out the building’s backdoor without being spotted and the rattling of a motorcycle engine and the crunching of gravel alerted them to Don’s arrival.

The bike had been requested in Nixon's name so they'd have to hurry before it was spotted.

But much to her embarrassment, no matter how much she tried, Alix was unable to climb into the sidecar with only one functional foot.

"Dio Santo!" she swore under breath as she attempted one last hop but fell short yet again.

Noticing her troubles, Skip scooped her up and deposited her into the sidecar like a life-size ragdoll before clambering into the seat behind her. 

“Scoot up,” he yelled over the thundering roar of the engine just as Don kicked off and the whole bike lurched forward into the deep purple night.

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Flying through the countryside in the dark was not very scenic but the freeing sensation of the wind whipping through her hair more than made up for it. 

Alix felt the urge to laugh welling up inside her as they raced through the heart of the Netherlands.

Having been confined to her cot in the corner of the aid station for the better part of a month had felt like an eternity and now, heading back into the field, Alix had never felt more alive.

She wished Joe could be there with her, to experience a fraction of the joy she was feeling in that moment.

Imagining his lopsided grin as they zipped through the night brought a slew of butterflies to her stomach but she cut that train of thought off as quickly as it had come. 

He clearly hadn’t been thinking about her so why should she waste her time thinking about him?

Shaking her head, the spy resolved to focus on the map by the needle-thin beam of her flashlight. 

Within minutes, the road ended, leaving them at the edge of a dense patch of woods in the pitch-black night. 

“I’m not liking this,” Don mumbled as the engine slowed to a purr, shaking Alix from her thoughts as Skip hopped over her shoulder, out of the sidecar.

Alix was inclined to agree. 

There was a heavy stillness hanging in the air more reminiscent of a graveyard than a forest which made her uneasy.

This would be the most dangerous part of the plan, the part she had been dreading: the 4.5 mile walk in the woods to Easy's encampment in Driel. 

As much as she would have preferred it, the trio couldn't risk bringing the motorcycle; its deafening roar would alert every Kraut in the nearby area of their exact position. It would have to be stashed for now and retrieved during daylight hours. 

Strange shapes and shadows seemed to follow them, twisting every tree branch into a living nightmare, and the young agent found herself clutching the worn strap of her medic’s bag a little bit tighter, the security of having her weaponry available adding a dash of comfort.

Shifting her weight with a sharp exhale, she half-hobbled, half-hopped forward, keeping her injured foot hovering just above the ground to prevent accidental weight-bearing. Even with Don in the lead, forging ahead, and Skip behind her, watching her six, she still felt far too vulnerable.

“Krauts are like wolves,” she remembered her fellow Sparrow, Jennie, saying in her thick Cajun accent after a particularly rough sparring session. “They can smell your fear. Don’ let 'em.” 

She wondered vaguely where Jennie was, if her missions were going well, but the white-hot pain emanating from her swollen ankle brought her back to Earth.

The burning sensation seemed to only intensify with every step of her good foot, bringing involuntary tears springing to her eyes but Alix clenched her jaw tightly, steeling herself to continue limping ahead into the darkness. 

She would be strong. Strong like Jennie.

"How ya feeling, Pyro?" Skip whispered from behind her and the spy shrugged but her response came from between tightly-clenched teeth. 

"I'll make it." 

In front of them, Don froze, holding up a cautioning hand and signaling for the three of them to crouch. 

Lowering herself gingerly to the forest floor, an involuntary whimper of pain escaped Alix's mouth the moment her swollen ankle touched the ground, muffled only by the sound of her pounding heartbeat. 

The crackling of snapping twigs alerted the trio to a presence up ahead and the spy tensed, slipping her good hand into her bag in search of her weapon.

“Flash!” Don hissed and the ensuing call of ‘Thunder!’ made Alix’s shoulders sag with relief, even as a curly-haired paratrooper roughly the size of a grizzly bear appeared through the brush. 

"Holy shit, Bull" Skip exhaled from behind her, putting a hand to his chest like a man in shock. "You scared us half to death!" 

The larger man let out a deep chuckle and when Alix straightened up, he cocked his head in surprise. 

"Pyro, ain't you s'posed to be in the hospital?" 

"You gonna tell on me?" she teased and he shook his head, a toothy grin spreading across the Southerner’s face. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it. We was gettin' into all sorts of mess without ya!”

"Well we can't have that!" Alix joked as she limped forward to properly greet him, wincing with every painful step. 

Bull engulfed her in a bear hug so tight that Alix swore she could feel her ribs snapping like twigs before letting go and gesturing for the three to follow him back to the rest of the company.

Not wanting to fall behind her companions, Alix pulled the jump jacket from her waist and bit down hard on it as she forced herself to hobble along quicker using her bad ankle, every beat of her heart chanting the same mantra:

Keep moving. Keep moving. Keep moving. 

She would not be the weak link. 

But the spy made it about four or five steps before the sheer agony overwhelmed her, fire shooting up her leg as every nerve seemed to scream out in pain. She bit down on her jacket sleeve to keep from crying out and stumbled forward, nearly hitting the ground.

Skip was beside her in a flash to help but with the same reproachful look Gio had given when she'd scraped her knee bloody climbing a tree in the courtyard just before her Confirmation after their parents had specifically told her not to.

Goddammit Alix, that look seemed to say. Quit being so stubborn.

Skip hung back slightly from the group with a sympathetic smile and slung his rifle over his shoulder like it weighed no more than a feather.

“You’re gonna bust up your ankle some more if you keep that up,” he chided gently before hunching forward, gesturing to his back emphatically.

“Hop on.” 

Alix shook her head, doing her best to paint on a smile but it didn't reach her eyes. 

"Skipper, I'm fine." 

"So you're just chomping down on your sleeve because it's tasty, huh?" Skip commented dryly, still hunched over. 

"I'm gonna say it again: Hop. On."

"Hey, are y'all comin' or what?" Bull whispered from up ahead of them and Don turned around, his expression clearly irked that two of their group were lagging behind.

"Pyro, so help me God, I will stand here till the sun comes up or I get shot in the ass, whichever comes first,"

Skip insisted doggedly, his voice sounding strained from hunching so far forward. 

"So will you please take me up on the piggyback ride already before my damn back breaks?"

"...Fine." 

With an air of resignation, Alix relented, hopping over to her friend, who then hoisted her up onto his back with ease as they rejoined the rest of the group.

"You better be watching my six up there, Pyro," he joked about twenty minutes later.

"'Cause I promised Faye I'd come home in one piece and I don't plan on ruining my perfect record." 

[nikosasaki]

the maraverse ⭑ pride 2024

created by Gilbert Baker, the original pride flag had eight colors, all with its own meanings; pink for sex, red for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature, turquoise for magic, indigo for serenity, and violet for spirit.

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[roundandroundwegoagain]

buddy might just be in the wrong year your lingo is very swag and several decades ahead of your time

Egads! A time traveller! How'd you find me? I dip from a place quicker than lightning! But I guess if anyone would know, a cat from the futech (phew-t-ch) would be the one! Jumpin Jimmeny, what a humdinger to know time travel becomes possible! AND my groovy rappin finally catches on one of these days! A shame I won't be around to catch any of it! Sea ya later "Skipper" *doodle ->* :b

[futanariwriter]

The GunShip

Sand-Punk Survivor Ch.7 (Begining of Pt.2)

January 25, 2023

Ch. 7 The Dew of The Stars

upon leaving Rayuba the protagonist <The Electro-Dragon> decided to shave the side of their head to fit the rapidly progressing cyberpunk fashion of the time period as well as reflect their rebellious attitude about the corrupt Churn Barrons controlling the Bastion Empire at the time for their own profits instead of helping the people. The journey into the Stars was dramatic. The Aurua of everybody in the ship was tense, to say the least. Crab Guy said he needed a new name “call me Doe Man Pincher now” snapping his claws at everyone jokingly to lighten the mood. Once they were in the upper atmosphere things seem to relax as the gravity made them weightless and they had to increase the gravity manually inside their ship the Salvia skipper. It was Green and covered with an ancient Moss animated light blue almost Neon Flame. The Salvia Skipper was powered by "Demon-Energy" from within its engine room. Technically it was classified as a hybrid because it could run on human power as well; or essentially crystal energy from the Sun.

 It was truly like nothing you have ever seen before. I am speaking of the stars of course...never had I seen them shining so bright. Most of the time she slept but started writing lesbian romance novels on the side. Solar flares from the Sun also produced incandescence which captured her perverted imagination. Ma'lel the planet of ice and snow was fast approaching. It was a full moon the night we encountered an abandoned alien ship full of medicine vials and syringes. Bat person was extremely excited. "I don't know what all these are."

" I am going to have to perform a series of tests." He said very official-like and professionally as any good doctor. There were long series of tubes with small cacti like needles attached to the end. I hope they don't mean experimenting on us"...Aranea said frightened. We all had dinner that night in the mess hall. what's for dinner CrabGuy? "We are having green onion roots grilled with instant mash potatoes and cannabis leaves grown hydroponically". "Nice", I replied to my crustaceusly crabby companion... "I often wonder at times like this how Pandetto is doing back on Rayuba since I had to leave him in the Beast Jungle because I feared the journey into Black Onyx Temple would be too treacherous for him. He is probably living happily with a family, maybe even learned how to drive a rickshaw or a taxi of some form or another back on the Rayuban coast. 

Bat Guy met with me after. I am concerned about the crew and our exposure to radiation he said.  in a low concerned tone as to not arouse the suspicion of the other crew member. The Time has come for us to get inside The Anti-Rad Chamber which Bat -Guy had termed so because of its solid thick lead exterior which was 10 ft. thick and wide.

They only had to be there a couple of days but being that close to everyone in such low light conditions produced a psychedelic effect comparable to that of Dragons-Tongue. I smoked Dragons-Tongue regularly in a long glass Nectar Collector so I must have built a tolerance to its active component a new chemical known as DHC. Most of the crew would quarrel and were stressed but I remained calm keeping mostly to myself. except for a moment when Batman tried to have sex with me, but I told him that I was not really into him at the moment, but maybe some other time, and that I am Pan-sexual and love everyone, even bats. A red light flashed in the Lead chamber signaling we were out of the danger zone which produced harmful cancerous radiation. 

 https://5kyeeidtal.bandcamp.com/track/dark-shadows-in-the-well

Later That night I had a strange dream of Mandalas & Fractal Geometries everywhere around me and a human on a cross and another human stabbing his side. He then ascended into the sun and came back as an alien! What does all this mean? I had to briefly ask myself. Pluto looked surreal from here. It was like a snowball drifting among the other stars like a drop of dew...It all just means NOTHING...Meaningless in its entirety, born just to die they thought to themselves in a state of momentary enlightenment with void less everything.