#crusier

[onlyhappyvibes]

Winter bike

[thegreatyin]

the boat swag!! the boat swag is real!!!

[netscapenavigator-official]

I mean this in the nicest way possible (not really), but the Genesis GV60 straight-up looks like the reincarnation of the Pontiac Aztek.

Like, Hyundai and Kia did such a good job styling the Ioniq 5 and EV6, respectively. But for some reason, when it came time for Hyundai to extend their EV platform to their luxury marque, they went, "Let's make a car that looks like a Pontiac Aztek on the outside and a Chrysler PT Cruiser on the inside."

I just... why? The split headlights with the awkward, semi-liftback tailgate. I mean... that's distinctly why people hated the Aztek. I mean, look at these two cars and tell me they don't look like the same model, a few generations apart:

[empiregothic]

[homosexualizingprobably]

why you look like that what you looking at me like that for

[china-supplier-introduction]

[onlyhappyvibes]

Winter bicycle

[emergencybitch]

how many times are they gonna show me this add in five minutes? It’s been like seven at this point. Ba-Jesus

[writers-potion]

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐚

The Aims of Nautical Fights

Sink the other ship

Methods: ram, set on fire, blow a hole in the hull

Typical Contexts: out-and-out warfare, especially in the ancient Mediterranean

Advantages: fast, no person-to-person fighting

Drawbacks: getting close eough to the other ship exposes own ship, mass murder of the crew, no chance to get their cargo and provisions.

2. Plunder the Other Ship

Methods: disable the ship - damage mast/oars and other methods of propulsion - board the ship, get cargo and kill the crew - sink ship.

Typical Contexts: piracy, privateering

Advantges: valuable cargo sold for profit, much-needed drinking water and food sustain own crew for a while longer, selected captives can be ransomed or sold as slaves.

Drawbacks: dangerous, need to get close enought to gain access to the ship, crew unlikely to surrender, ferocious combat which poses significant risk to own men.

3. Capture the Other Ship

Methods: Capture ship while causing minimal damage and keeping the crew alove - put own officers in charge - add enemy ship to own fleet or collect prize money from the government (the ship will get a new flad, renamed and refitted)

Typical contexts: 18th-19th C Europe (Regency period inclusive)

Advantages: minimal losses of life, humane, gaining a ship

Drawbacks: difficult to capture a ship iwhtou firs samaging it captains may take foolish risks in the hope of prize money, captive crew needs feeding, captive crew may munity.

Weapons

The ship's weapons:-

a ram at the bow - for driving into the hull of another ship. There's the danger of going down together if the ram gets stuck in the body of the other ship.

Artillery - hurling fire at enemy ships to bring them down.

Warships with carry canons.

The crew's weapons:-

Sailors will almost always carry multi-purposes knives which can turn quickly into weapons.

The swords used by marines were always slashing swords (for cutting, slashing, slicing, very sharp, with a lightly curving blade)

Cutlasses are most often associated with nautical combat.

Ship or Boat?

Consider the follow factors when differentiating between a ship and a boat:

the historical period (different periods have different definitions)

the vessel's size

vessel's weight (ships are heavier)

the purpose (fishing vessels, ferries and submarine are typically boats, regardless of size)

the number of masts (three or more masts is a ship)

the number of decks (with more than one deck, it's a ship)

the shape (flat bottom means its a boat)

where most activity takes place (if on deck - boat)

where the bessel travels (if on a river, probably a boat)

Avoid using the words "ship" and "boat interchangeably just to avoid repeating the same word. They are not synonyms!

Use words like vessel, ferry, schooner, the brigantine, cutter, crusier, etc.

Propulsion and Steering

A ship cannot stop, start, swerve and reverse rapidly like a car.

Wind power - high speed, enables long distances, doesn't require the vessel to carry fuel.

Can't move in the abscene of wind

Can't carry out speedy manoeuvres in a battle.

Felling the mast will cripple the entire ship.

Oars (rowing) - allow for greater manoeuvrability, rapid direction changes, and relaively quick starts and stops.

Doesn't achieve great speed and isn't suitable for long distances.

Steam - creates speed, doesn't depend on wind.

Requires carry coal, which limits the amount of cargo that the ship can carry.

Vessels felled with oil or nuclear power can travel faster and vaster distances.

However, they still can't stop, start, swerve and reverse as quickly as a car.

Space

The deck of a ship/boat is a limited space where fighters can fall overboard, climb up a mast, jump down, or leap onto another deck.

It may be full of obstacles: the masts, coiled rops, possible clutter, crates and barrels of cargo and provisions.

There may be livestock, chickens in cages and goats tethered to the mast, intended to provide fresh meat on the long voyage.

Atmosphere

A sea battle will have interesting sounds like roaring canons, crashing masts, splintering wood, panicked chickens, waves crashing against the hull, the wind whipping the sails, the splashing of men overboard.

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[lazyveran]

please please PLEASE give us HCs for when Azutara Political Marriage goes from friends to lovers like they finally get over their bullshit and pull themselves together for the betterment of the world as a whole BUT WOOPS their gay!

waa sure thing!

azula is very into calling katara her wife. will say it relentlessly just bc she can. katara's more into soppy petnames and likes to say them when they're in company to fluster azula

katara's crippingly jealous once they get together. she's rather unhappy that she has to share azula with an entire nation and she stubbornly argues with every courtly lord and lady thats even remotely interested in azula. has EXTENSIVE beef with the serving girls that flirt with her wife

if azula doesn't join katara in bed at nights due to work or otherwise, she gets the cold shoulder for the entire day. if katara's particularly annoyed she'll send a note to azula asking after the 'obvious mistress she was occupied with last night'

they take regular rides out to caldera city's bay. sometimes they picnic, and azula eventually comissions a house to be built along the bay-side for katara. azula also has the terrible habit of casually comissioning or buying things for katara whenever she mentions ANYTHING. there's no price that she won't meet. there's no leap she wont take. katara once said she wished there was more places to see koi fish and azula bought out an entire aquarium for her. perks of being a princess with no concept of normal gift giving!

they work together to make zuko's life hell. constantly pulling him into arguments or teaming up with toph to prank him

azula takes a particular possessive pride in dressing katara in the finest silks and latest fashions. she gleefully takes katara out in public just so the noble ladies adopt her wife's fashion. gets utterly obsessed if katara wears her clothes

azula's flirting is TERRIBLE. oddly enough she can flirt frighteningly well if she doesn't care about the person, but if she does? ala, if she tries to flirt with katara? terrible. awful. whoever said she was skilled at wordplay? they should be fired. katara figures that out after a while and promptly thinks its the most endearing thing on the planet. like yes dear, please compare her to a harpoon class AZ50 imperial crusier.

[itsmebytch001]

What if the reader tries and succeeds to kill herself? How would the family react? I'm sorry if this goes against your rules, I'm new. I really like your writing and find the yandere family to be comforting, oddly enough.

Total Family devistation...

18+

Jeff was beside himself, he had to be the one to tell Aaron that they had found you, and not alive. He a father, had to tell another father that his only child, his daughter had been found dead and by her own hand. It had to be him, beacuse if not him, who? He had already had the pleasure of idenitying you, cold and alone in a moruge full of strangers, but you, his niece, so young and vibrant now grey and stiff in this terrible terrible place, and its not like he hadn't been to a mourge before, he had just never known who was under the sheet.

And he so destpratley wanted it to be anyone but you, but even before the sheet was lifted, he knew it was you. Looking down at your young face so dranied and empty it felt so wrong it turn his back on you to spare himself the horror of looking at you, but he simply could not bare it.

But he knew the worse was yet to come. While Rio, Miles where all at Aarons house, waiting for you to be brought back home...alive of course he knew once he walked through that door he would have to explain what had happned, and that you would not be coming back.

What would he say to Miles? His cousin, but in spirit his sister was gone, dead and not only that but she had been the one to take herself out.

Miles was strong, but no one is strong enough for that.

Meanwhile Rio was making dinner for the three of them In Aarons kitchen, frying up something while Aaron sat on the couch tapping his foot nervoulsy as all panicked parents would.

Rio: "Oye! Miles Get out of Y/n's room!" She yelled to her nosey son.

Miles was sitting un top your bed, just starring into the void, worried, stressed as to your wear abouts, the whole family knew you weren't doing well, that you were struggling but he simply could not shake the feeling that maybe something terrible had happened.

Rio turned her head over to see Aaron was rubbing his face and bald head over and over to sooth himself and breathing heavily, she turns off the stove and sits next to him, placing a calming hand over his back.

Rio: "I know your scared Aaron, but Y/n is a tough girl, she'll be okay"

Aaron: "I Know...I know" He whispred.

Rio: "MILES, Come here!" She yelled summoning him to the living room where he sat down with his Mom and Uncle.

Rio: "Call your father, it's taking him awhile to call back, now call him"

Miles: "M'kay" He got back up to ring his Dad in the next room, only not to be answered, he called again and nothing, strange.

It was now 22: 17, and Jeff was standing outside your building stewing, having had broken down in his car, trying despratley to stop crying as he held himself in his pulled over crusier trying to push out the image of your cold empty shell, and thinking about how it was only days before when he had seen you warn, breathing and alive and now you were simply...gone.

What was he going to do.

He a father was going to tell another father, His brother that his daughter was dead.

He took of his hat, and carried himself up the stairs, and stood for a few moments outside the door motionless until he forced himself to knock, only to be met with his brothers face, worried and sweaty, again he asked himself how the hell he was supposed to tell him.

But if it wasn't him, it would just be an other officer, a stranger who never knew you never met you, so it had to be him.

Aaron looked own both left to right of the hall for you as he expected you would be returned to him, but you weren't there, Aaron looked at Jeff confused as Jeff ushered himself into the house. With his hat in hands Rio instantly knew something was terribly wrong, she stood from the couch as Miles re entered the house from the fire escape seeing his father in the living room he expected to see you with him...

Miles: "Ay, you find Y/n?"

Jeff: "I-I" He begins to shake, he can't make eye contact with anyone.

Jeff: "Aaron...Aaron I"

Rio: "What is it my love?" She asks as she can see whatever Jeff was to say is deeply distressing.

Miles: "Dad, you good?"

Jeff wipes his lip as he can feel himself begin to tear up, Aaron just wants to know where the hell his child is and can clearly tell whatever news Jeff has for him isn't great, but he must know as Rio reaches her hand out to her husband as a small comfort.

Aaron: "What is it?"

Jeff: "Aaron, Aaron I'm so so sorry"

Rio begins to tense her hand around Jeff's wrist, almost as if begging him to stop.

Jeff: "We found Y/n, but...she's gone"

Aaron: "Gone? What the hell do you mean GONE?" He balls his fists he's trying to convince himself it's something, anything else.

Jeff: "She's dead man"

The moment of complete silence falls across the room, Aaron simply can't process what being said to him, he looks confused, what do you mean dead? How could you KNOW?

...

...

Jeff: "we found her by a train track...She got hit bad"

Rio: "Oh...oh my God" She lifts her hand from Jeff to cover her mouth as she turns away from her husband reaching over to collapse over the couch as she begins to cry into the cushions, holding her face to shield her son from the sight of his mother broken down into a weeping mess. Repeating again and again 'no no no' You truly where like the daughter she never had, whenever you were having women related problmes she was the one you came to, she was the once who reassured you weren't going to die when you first got her period, she had help raise you from a babe when your father was overwhelmed, teaching him how to burp you, she was the one to forced Aaron and Jeff to re connect for the sake of the family for the sake of you two cousins, she was the one who helped you dye your hair, and then re dye it when it went horribly wrong, she was the one who taught you how to do eyeliner, she was the one who took you clothing shopping when you hit puperty and made you feel okay about your body changing. she was really like you Mom, when your actual mother for reasons beyond her control fell short, and now it was all gone, it was all over and all for nothing.

Miles: "Did you check Stella's house? She's always hanging round there" He' s in denial, Jeff can see he's about to cry, but he like anyone else is unwilling to accept the situation.

Aaron: " Or Bloom?"

Jeff wanted to entertain this, he wanted to indulge in the fantasy that you were just sneaking round your friends house, but it was you who was lying on that steal table.

Jeff: "Aaron, please I"

Aaron: "Did you even check?"

Miles: "I got Stella's number lemme call her"

Jeff: "Miles! Please..."

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Jeff: "I Just got back form the mourge, It her man I'm so so sorry but she's gone"

Aaron: "nah man, it has to be someone else"

Jeff: "No...No its her"

Miles: "This has to be a mistake, it-it, How could she, Why would you say this?!"

Aaron: "is this a joke?"

Jeff: "What?"

Aaron: "Is this one of Y/n's stunts?"

Jeff: "No no Aaron please"

Aaron: "Is she back at the station or something?"

Jeff: "Aaron"

Aaron: "is she at the Stella's girl house?"

Miles: "Uncle Aaro-"

Aaron: "Miles call Stella she'll know where she's at"

Jeff: "AARON!"

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...

Aaron: "Please man"

...

Jeff: "I'm sorry"

Aaron finally began to cry, backing up into the couch before breaking down as Jeff held him timidly as they all finally broke.

Miles in a trance of extreme grife stumbled down into your room, the room where he had spent hours chatting with you, playing dolls with as children and despratley trying to convince your parents to allow you to have a sleep over, looking over all your belongings, your bed and your rug he simply could not deal with it, so he allowed himself to sink onto the soft floor, and scream.

Months after the burial service the family was still very much in pices, Aaron still found himself setting out a table of food for you, having a moment of realistion, of remembering but refusing to leave to throw the food out, he always had the hope you would one day just walk through the door, alive. He would leave the food out until it began to rot beacuse throwing it out would mean accpeting you were gone.

Rio had started going to church again, after work, on weekends she became a regular again, and all she ever prayed for was for you to come back, or a sign that you were okay where ever you were, she would ask the pastor again and again to reasure her that you were in heaven, at peace and happy, but it was never enough.

She had built a shrine to you, a small one in her room with Jeff, it was just of a small photo of you with a pair of earings, a braclet and a small statue of mother Mary sourounded by candels.

Sometimes Miles would find his Mom praying over your shrine, begging for you to come back, or leaving small candies by it. But she still couldn't bring herself to visit your grave.

Miles visited you often, every few days leaving you fresh flowers, talking to you for hours about his spiderman work, school, how angry he was at you for leaving him, for not turning to him or anyone for help.

He also blamed your friends, how could they not see you needed help, they got to spend all their time with you, they monopolised you and they let you go, surely they must have seen something was wrong. He kept side eyeing them at your burial, starring at them accusingly.

Miles had put on a huge memorial for you, and it was beautiful, showed you in the best light with flowers and stars sourouding your face, and shared it with his family. Once it was finished and on display he and his family layed candels aroound it and then sat in a quite crying pit, It was the first time Miles had seen Aaron in 2 months, he had gained quite a bit of weight, grown out his beard and clearly hadn't slept.

Through the family would grieve, and try and heal but nothing was ever enough, they never truly recovered, the shrine was never taken down, the memorail was always being repainted to avoid it fading, and your Dad Aaron never stopped laying out food for you and never allowed anything in your room to change, he had turned it into a mueasem, and sometimes, when he was especially depressed he would sit in your room sourounded by your stuff and simply break down, crying and and begging for you to come back.

GIVE ME MOREEEEE SUGGESTIONS

[sublightdrive]

Building the bridge tower for my Cantwell-class Arrestor Crusier

Full video here

[ask-the-deathworlders]

Soooo i have a slight problem a human stowed away on our crusier and weve embarked on a 5 year exploration, ive looked up the humans files from terra and they dont have a criminal record but they dont want to leave the ship and swear they can adapt and help. Should i keep them?? Also our ship is crewed by canidoans (large bipedal wolf like beings) and theyre very insistent on petting us as a greeting? This nornal for humans?? Ive heard stories of them but its odd to see one in the flesh as it were.

I don't see any reason not to have them as crew member if they help out and you have the space!

As for the petting, I tried to ask Captain and she just bursted out laughing. According to her, humans just really like fluffy things? It's a sign of affection for them to do so. Also, many humans can and will try to pet nearly everything that would let them.

If you ever feel uncomfortable with the petting, just let them know and they should understand.

And before anyone asks, yes I do count as fluffy. Though my friends typically only pat me on the head as to not accidentally ruffle or displace any of my feathers.

[onlyhappyvibes]

[eponastory]

I mean... I have a large Venator Class Republic Attack Cruiser available for your displaced citizens in need of temporary shelter

Complete with four different versions of Obi-Wan Kenobi piloting the darn thing. Not to mention Darth Vader who is currently working on his election campaign and Din Djarin, who now is head of R&D.

Just to be clear, this is the sort of shenanigans my brother and I get up to with Legos. He is 28 and I'm 35. We haven't changed much.

The citizens of my Lego city who have been displaced by the natural disaster (me taking apart their houses so I can move) will soon be rescued (me putting their houses back together)