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youngprofesser · 4 years ago

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Pt. 2 of ?

A continuation of this

He takes them to where he had parked his speeder, waits until Anakin gets his ride, and then they're off. It's about a twenty minute ride to the place where Dooku's settled for the time, and Mace spends it in silence. Skywalker doesn't speak, but his strong desire to find his Padawan combined with the sharp fear that Tano's been hurt is loud enough that Mace almost would have preferred the talking.

Almost.

But eventually they arrive, Anakin speeding ahead to jump off of his bike and slam it to a stop beside a building. There's still a good twenty meters of empty space between their location and the wall that lines the perimeter of the Separatist base. It is located very well, Mace observes, on a relatively flat piece of land, the loose rocks of the planet's natural terrain providing a dead giveaway for any vehicle that passes close to it. He glances at his counterpart, who is squinting at the base, probably thinking the same thing because he turns to Mace and asks.

"So, what's your plan for getting in?"

Had Mace been by himself, he would have simply hitched a ride of the next vehicle entering the base. But with this change in plan, they were going to need different option. He's not sure what yet, so he responds with a question of his own.

"Can you sense Padawan Tano?"

Anakin closes his eyes, his vast force presence swelling like a tide in searching. Mace reaches out a bit as well, to the small bond that he and Depa still share but he feels nothing from it, as he has every time he has tried before. Dooku had probably used force surpressents on her. He doubted that Yan would them on the padawans, but he didnt know Caleb well enough to be able to pick out his force signature through the haze that the force was now.

After a moment Skywalker opens his eyes. "I can, but only faintly." He says, a bit more panicky than he was before.

"And?" Mace prompts, because there obviously more, it's written all over the man's face.

"She's in there, and she's hurting. That's all I can sense."

Well that bodes well. Mace thinks dryly, stifles a sigh and looks back at the base.

"Here's the plan, Skywalker. You're going to do one of those chaotic, dramatic entrances you're known for. Find Dooku and keep him distracted while I locate Master Billaba and the padawans. Myself or your padawan will notify you when I get to them, then you will come pick them up and get them back to your ship. I'll fight my way out and join you back at my cruiser."

"Fine." Skywalker responds immediately, which is as close as a 'yes, Master' that Mace will probably get so he doesn't comment on it, they have work to do. "One question- Where is your crusier?"

Right, Anakin wasn't privy to this (formerly) secret mission.

"I'll send you the coordinates." Mace does right then and there, checks to make sure Skywalker receives them, then steps around him to start the bike's engines and lets it go, sending it careening towards the base. Anakin gives him an affronted look and opens his mouth, but Mace cuts him off before he can speak.

"I just kick-started your distraction. Take the speeder and don't get it damaged, it's our only way out."

Skywalker does a half decent job at covering his annoyance and nods. "Yes, Master Windu."

That catches Mace by surprise, and he watches stonily as the man leaps into the speeder and races off. Then he lets out a breath, balances himself on his feet, and waits for the chance to make his move.

#wow two posts in one day who knew it was possible #mace windu #anakin skywalker #star wars fanfiction #star wars clone wars #fanficton

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onlyhappyvibes · 5 months ago

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#vintage pedals #bike #bicycle parts #bicycle #barn dust #vintage bicycles #old bike #cold bicycle #schwinn #schwinn tiger #schwinn crusier

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tribus-semitae · 4 years ago

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what's your favorite type of bike engine

“Hmmmm, I guess I’d go with V-twins engine since I love ridin crusiers and whatnot. But honestly, I ain't too picky bout engines as long as I can tinker with em a bit!”

#ic #answered #a very gud questionnn #katakxri

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thisdiscontentedwinter · 6 years ago

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Stella and the Wolf - Chapter 20

You can read it on AO3 or find the Tumblr Chapter Index here.

Dad’s fallback position in times of stress are his own childhood favorites, so Stiles isn’t surprised to walk into the kitchen and see the kasza manna simmering in a pot on the stovetop. The honey is already sitting on the kitchen table, and Stella is rummaging in the refrigerator for the blackberry syrup.

“Stiles,” Dad says, “get over here and make the coffees.”

Stella pops out of the refrigerator. “Can I—”

“Hot chocolate for you,” Dad says.

From the time she was toddling, Stella’s been trying to catch up with Stiles and Dad. She doesn’t grumble this morning though. She just takes the syrup and sets it on the table next to the honey, and then takes Derek by the hand and sits down beside him.

The kasza manna is good. It’s warm and filling and sweet, and reminds Stiles without fail of lazy weekend mornings with Mom and Dad, and then lazy weekend mornings with Dad and Stella. He’s inherited Dad’s memories as well, in a way, because sometimes Dad talks about how his mom made kasza manna for him, and when he tells the story he does the accent as well. Stiles never met his babcia. She died before he was born, but he sometimes thinks that a small part of her lives on in tiny family rituals like these.

Derek looks a little closed off at first, like he’s expecting Dad to bombard him with questions all at once, but he doesn’t know Dad, and—more importantly—he doesn’t know what kasza manna for breakfast means in this kitchen. But he relaxes bit by bit as he eats and it becomes obvious that Dad’s not going to start in on an interrogation immediately.

Stiles steals glances at Derek as he eats, and feels his face heat up whenever he finds Derek looking back at him.

And shit, he needs to stop doing that before Dad notices.

He glances at Dad.

Too late.

He tries not to choke on his kasza manna.

It isn’t until Stella takes the empty dishes to the sink that Dad opens his mouth.

“Derek,” he says, and his tone is half Dad, half Sheriff, “I think we need to talk, don’t you?”

And Stiles sits there, his stomach twisting, as Derek tells Dad everything.

He tells Dad about werewolves, and about how he was born one, and so was most of his family. He tells Dad about hunters, and about how there’s supposed to be a code. He tells Dad that Kate Argent broke that code when she burned their house down with the Hales inside.

Dad’s expression tightens, and his eyes shine, and Stiles knows that he’s remembering the fire too. He was there that night, just another deputy, and Stiles remembers how cried the next morning for all those people who were killed. And how he’d hugged Stiles a little too tightly, like he was afraid to let him go.

Derek talks about how he and Laura went to New York, but came back because of rumors of a rogue Alpha on their territory. They didn’t know, they couldn’t have guessed, that it was Peter.

“And Peter was doing it, but he wasn’t?” Dad asks, mouth pulling down a little.

Derek looks to Stiles.

“The nurse was making him,” Stiles says. “Like, magic control.”

“Magic’s a thing too?” Dad asks.

“Why not, right?” Stiles says with a shrug.

“Point taken.” Dad sighs. “But he didn’t kill your sister?”

“No,” Derek says. “The nurse, she…”

“And that, um, brings us up to last night,” Stiles says, when it’s apparent Derek can’t finish that sentence. “Kate came back to town, looking for the Alpha who was killing people—those were Peter’s kills, by the way, the bus driver and the guys in the woods, but they were the ones who set the fire or covered it up, so no great loss there, right?”

Dad levels him with a stare.

Right. Officer of the law and stuff.

“And Kate must have been watching the hospital,” Stiles says, “and figured out that Stella had been reading to Peter. I guess when she couldn’t get him at the house, after she rammed your cruiser she saw the opportunity and took it. Took Stella.”

Stella shudders, and slurps her hot chocolate.

“Jesus, kid,” Dad says. “When I had to leave you in the crusier…”

Another unfinished sentence, because words are insufficient things.

“I get it,” he says. “You had to make a choice. I would have made the same one, Dad. I would have gone with Stella too.”

“Come here, kid,” Dad says, pushing his chair back from the table to make room.

Stiles leans into him for an awkward hug.

Dad slaps him on the back a few times before letting him go again. “One thing I don’t get,” he says at last, “is how you even got tangled up in this whole thing?”

Stiles exchanges a glance with Derek.

“Oh, I know!” Stella says, setting her mug down with a clatter. “It’s because Scott’s a werewolf too!”

Stiles will give her one thing. She knows how to drop a bomb.

***

Derek goes home after breakfast.

Home to a burned out husk of a house in the woods.

Home to the place where his entire family did.

Home to Peter’s grave.

Stiles spends the day in what can only be described as a fugue state. He worries about Derek sitting alone in that ruined old house. Derek, who still doesn’t have a phone so that Stiles can bombard him with texts and check on how he’s doing.

He and Stella spend the rest of the day stuffing themselves on sushi and marathoning Kitchen Nightmares.

Dad is in and out all day. He’s not officially working today, but if he wants to steer the investigation in the right direction, he’s got to be there. Stiles has a feeling he’s going to be spending a lot more time at the station until this whole thing is buried.

“Screen your calls and don’t answer the door,” he says when he comes home to grab lunch. “Reporters.”

“From the Beacon Hills Weekly Shopper?” Stiles asks with a snort.

“From a little further afield than that, actually,” Dad says. “But it’ll die down in a few days. Also, stay off social media, okay?”

“Okay,” Stiles says. He has no intention of staying off social media, but he can lurk for a while instead of posting.

In the afternoon he hears the rattling sputter of Scott’s dirt bike coming down the street. It gets impossibly loud—it needs a new muffler or something—before it cuts out suddenly, and then there’s a banging on the door.

“Dude!” Scott exclaims. “Is that a TV news van parked over the road?”

“Possibly,” Stiles says. “Get inside before they come over here.”

Scott closes the door and then turns the deadbolt. “What the hell happened last night? Allison said her aunt died, and it’s all over the news that your dad got kidnapped? And you and Stella were with him?”

“Allison’s aunt and her hunter goons tried to kill us,” Stiles says. “She killed Peter Hale. He was the Alpha.”

“What?” Scott’s jaw drops. “Are you serious?”

“Pretty sure I couldn’t make it up if I tried,” Stiles says. “By the way, Dad knows about werewolves now. He knows you’re one. And also, Derek is the Alpha now.”

“Dude.” Scott blinks at him dumbly for a moment, and then holds up his backpack. “It’s lucky I brought Doritos.”

***

Some things are a single-bag-of-Doritos problem, and some things take three bags. Luckily Scott brought three bags. They sit on the couch, Stella wedged between them, watching Kitchen Nightmares and eating Doritos.

“I missed everything,” Scott says, more than once, and Stiles sort of wants to punch him in the face a little bit.

Like, he and Scott have been best bros forever, and last night Scott wasn’t there. Okay, so Stiles had told Allison to make sure they both stayed out of the Preserve, but it rankles a little because he also told Jackson that, right? And Jackson, of all people, still turned up. He was surprisingly heroic as well, which cancels out his initial dougebaggery at ignoring Stiles’s request to stay away, probably.

So it’s irrational to be annoyed with Scott, but since when has Stiles been the most rational guy? Still, he tries to swallow his faint resentment down along with his Cool Ranch Doritos, and not think about how Scott probably didn’t even spare him a thought last night because, like Jackson says, he was getting busy with Allison at the Value Inn, because nothing says romance like ugly carpet, mysterious stains, and a mini fridge that doesn’t keep anything cold.

It’s irrational, and Stiles knows it, but knowing it isn’t enough to dissolve the little knot of irritation in his gut when has to explain everything that happened last night—and in the days preceding it—because Scott wasn’t there for him.

“Dude,” Scott says, shaking his head. “This whole thing is crazy.”

And Stiles thinks, No, not crazy. Terrifying. Fucking terrifying. I thought Dad and Stella were going to die, and where were you?

But he forces a quick grin instead. “Right?”

He guesses that he and Scott are still standing too, even if they’re not shoulder-to-shoulder like they usually are. People grow apart, right? Maybe that’s what’s happening here, or maybe this is just a glitch, a bump in the road, and they’ll fall back to where they used to be in a little while. Maybe Stiles is over-thinking it—it’s sort of his thing—and he shouldn’t be performing the mental autopsy of their friendship when he’s still in shock from last night.

“Hey,” he says, “can you do me a favor?”

Scott smiles. “Sure.”

“Dad doesn’t want me or Stella to leave the house.” Stiles crunches on another Dorito. “Can you go out to the Hale place and tell Derek he’s invited for dinner?”

Scott looks puzzled. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Thanks,” Stiles says.

***

“Hi, Derek!” Stella exclaims when Derek turns up on the doorstep at seven, looking slightly bewildered. “Come in! Dad’s at work still so we’re having grilled cheese. Do you like grilled cheese?”

Derek’s mouth twitches. “I do.”

Stiles closes and locks the door after Derek.

“Thanks for this,” Derek says, and sounds embarrassed.

“We owed you for the sushi, right?” Stiles flashes him a quick smile.

Derek’s brow creases. “No, I got the sushi because I made Stella drop hers.”

“Well, I think we’re past keeping track.”

Derek mouth quirks. “I guess so.”

“Also, we made up the spare room,” Stiles tells him, holding up a hand to forestall any objections. “No. You’re staying until you find a place that has actual walls and a ceiling. And preferably some furniture. You saved our lives, Derek. And it’s not even about that, not really.”

Derek looks at him warily.

“You have to stay here,” Stella says, her glare daring Derek to refuse. “You’re our friend.”

“You’re our friend,” Stiles agrees, reaching out to brush his fingers down Derek’s arm in a gesture that says more, probably, than simple friendship. “Stay?”

Derek’s expression softens, and he nods. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

Stiles tries to keep his smile on the sane side of triumphant.

Stella isn’t so restrained. She hoots, and stomps her feet, and does a victory dance toward the kitchen.

#sterek #my fics #discontentedwinter #Stella and the Wolf

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gamora-borealis · 6 years ago

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Reasons to watch CHiPs

The 1977-1983 TV show not the shitty movie

Okay so I'm too lazy to make one of those funny power points with comic sans, but here ya go.

CHiPs is this very '70s (a little '80s) show about California Highway Patrol officers, mainly focusing on Los Angeles motor officers and partners Frank "Ponch" Poncherello and Jon Baker. It's not perfect (the '70s were very problematic and talk about Police propoganda...) but here are some reasons to watch it.

Ponch and Jon are lovers. There is no heterosexual explanation for their relationship. Sure, Ponch still hooks up with a lot women and Jon dates girls occasionally, but why not? They wouldn't want anyone getting suspicious, so it's business as usual. Ponch is bi, and John is gay but just really likes hanging out with women (he drinks his respect women juice almost daily).

Jon is a cowboy from Wyoming (uhhh...Brokeback Mountain anyone?) and Ponch is Puetro Rican and speaks Spanish.

Their Sargent is played by Chris Pine's dad, Robert Pine, and I can't unsee it now everytime I see Chris Pine (Chris's mom is also on the show sometimes as the Sargent's wife and at one point has a baby named Christopher). The Sargent is always about to loose his damn mind over everyone's antics and it's great.

Season 3 and on, Michael Dorn (a.k.a Worf from Star Trek TNG) is one of the crusier cops, Jed Turner.

Season 2 has one of my favorite characters, Cindy Cahill, who is a staunch feminist and sometimes wears Princess Leia braids. She insists on using inclusive language and actively fights against the fact that she can't be a motor cop, even though she is a great motorcycle rider. She loves investigation and goes to Grad School at the same time too?? She is replaced by a model in Season 3, but Bonnie Clark isn't that bad after you get to know her.

According to a 90's CHiPs TV movie, her and Jon eventually date and get married, but I say it was only for convience because she is Aro/Ace and John is gay and they are good friends...

Sometimes Jon and Bonnie have the same haircut.

Caitlyn Jenner is on the show some in Season 5. Like her or hate her (for her politics), it's interesting. And I actually like her character.

Officer Artie Grossman, who is on the show from Season 1, is an amazing character. He loves food, is goofy, and just doesn't give a crap about other people's opinions. He conviently knows random facts about anything and everything, which always comes in handy.

Season 2 and on, Harlan Arliss is the station mechanic who is short, fiesty, a bit goofy, always wearing a labcoat, and also doesn't give a crap about what other people think of him. He starts out with a dog named Dave but the dog kind of disappears after a while. He and Artie eventually become good friends.

One of the originals, Officer Barry "Bear" Baricza is always wearing bellbottom uniform pants and has perfect hair.

They do so many things as CHP officers that CHP officers have no business doing, and should sometimes be left to local police or the FBI, but whatever...

Disco. Lots of Disco. As underscoring for car chases, and Ponch just loves Disco dancing and John likes watching him dance.

Listen to the theme song from Season 2 and on, you won't regret it.

Also some old '70s/'80s TV show jazz, in the earlier and later seasons especially.

Did I mention that Alan Silversti, the composer for the Avengers movies, does the music Season 2 and on?

EXPLOSIONS. Cars being launched over each other. Random chemicals exploding. Cars falling off cliffs and exploding. Car crashes that are so ridiculous, you just have to watch. With some slow motion, too.

Apparently Season 6 gets ridiculous. I'm on Season 5, but I've heard Season 6, in which John has left, involves plotlines like "a Robot tries to take over the station," "Evil glam rockers that look like KISS," and "Ponch becomes a Male Model."

Literally any season you can find the fads of the day. Tight short sorts, laser shows, roller disco, jet skying, skateboarding, three wheelers, exotic animals like Tigers, BMX bikes, street gangs that do martial arts, different kinds of car racing, going to Chippendales, horse riding, skydiving, nudist volleyball, and that is just off the top of my head...

The fashion and everything else is either retro aesthetic or ugly with no in between...John is always wearing turtlenecks and Ponch is always wearing low v-necks.

The "woah there is a women who is a *insert traditionally manly profession here,* dammnn" plots get old really fast and it's funny to see how everyone in the seventies thought they were soooo progressive.

They drive around Los Angeles all day and it's awesome.

I'll admit, the show is cheesy. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard at anything before, at how ridiculous it is. Perfect to watch when you are sick or really bored.

And there you go. It's on Amazon Prime and local network broadcast stations that show old shows.

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