#ix caliber

[goyalbrothersprakashan]

A Complete Course in Mathematics for Class 9

The revised edition of the book entitled "A Complete Course in Mathematics for Class IX" has been written strictly according to the latest Syllabus & Examination Pattern prescribed by CBSE, New Delhi for the academic year 2022•23 and onwards, Efforts have been made to present the subject matter in a manner that after reading this book, even students of average or below average caliber would not face any difficulty in passing the examinations With flying colors. Plenty Of Case Study Based Questions, which are an integral part of the new examination pattern, have also been incorporated.

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[puppy-phum]

thank you so much for tagging me khol @kholran ♥ your list is somehow so cool and i did gasp out loud at the beauty and the beast song, my absolute beloved ♥

Rules: Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs.

using my current obsessions playlist which has exactly 20 songs on it at all times. they’re the ones am addicted to at the moment. here’s what spotify thew at me:

I. ULTRAVIOLENT [adrenochrome] - Crywolf

II. Halo (Sing Me to Sleep) - Loving Caliber

III. Lonely - RM

IV. Hectic - RM ft. Colde

V. beyOnd - Nine 

VI. Rendezvous - Miss Benny

VII. Wild Flower - RM ft. youjeen 

VIII. Silhouettes - Adam French

IX. reborn - sød ven

X. Crushing - TRACE

am currently living and breathing rm’s indigo so half of the album is on this playlist lol. there’s also been a lot of crywolf and sød ven for a while now. this playlist has also been plagued by various bl osts but i lately moved those out of the way to get in some of the onlyoneof solos... it’s an ever changing mix :’D

thank you if you listened all of these! tagging: @snimeat @laowen @phukaoapologist @nongnaos @seanwhites @oswlld ♥

[tragedy-of-commons]

“You are a genius at understanding me” + Dr. Ratio

"You are a genius at misunderstanding me."

Veritas Ratio does not so much as look up from the flickering static screens hovering in the air above his desk. Well, your desk, but you've been allowing him to occupy it since he started staying longer hours at your place. The only indication that he even heard you is the movement of his hand that scrubs over his (probably exhausted) face.

"What is there to misunderstand? Please, enlighten me," he says, meaning every word. He stops emoting, flicking his wrist to the right fluidly, screens going with it - they fade quickly from view as they're shut off. "From my comprehension, you're going to throw your life away on some fool's errand."

"Fool's errand?" you echo, voice quivering as indescribable hurt punctures your gut. "That's what you see my passion as? An exercise in futility?"

Veritas' voice tightens as he pointedly turns around to face you and your aggrieved countenance, but there is no rash anger or malice present. There's something else you can't place instead. "That is not what I said. I am calling the action of you throwing yourself headfirst into the Nihility for the sake of research some fool's errand. I value your intelligence. Surely, you must know that--"

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you clutch your various portfolios and folders a bit tighter in your arms. Despite your earlier comment, sometimes it's easy to forget the caliber of the person you're debating with. Dr. Ratio of the Intelligentsia Guild is easily the brightest mind you've ever had the privilege of working with. (Or maybe you're doing the very thing he abhors - worshiping a genius and underselling yourself.)

With bright minds, comes points of contention.

"That this is the last thing we need to accomplish before we can make proper contact with IX? Yes, I do," you stand your ground. "Don't try to sway me. Common sense would tell anyone that it's dangerous, but you'd tell me that the pursuit of knowledge is anything but smooth sailing."

Veritas regards you and your reply without immediate dismissal, so you know he's treating this with the respect it deserves - not to say he doesn't do so normally, but you can feel the atmosphere shift into something highly gravitational, weighing down on the width of your shoulders.

"I can't stop you," unsure of his footing, he takes an experimental step closer, observing your reaction and making sure you're not against it. When you do nothing but stand there with a heavy heart and harrowed expression, he closes the remaining distance. "And I won't attempt to try, considering you've already made up your mind. It would be a disservice to your character."

Veritas is beautiful. Up close, he gazes at you through thick lashes and violet fringe - even if those vibrant eyes of his are ringed with darkness and his skin is a shade paler than you remember. This project has consumed you both... agitation is inevitable. The fluorescents (which you switched for a type to remedy eye strain a month ago) flicker and hum discordantly as he pries one of your hands away from your chest.

"You knew," you surmise. Veritas rakes a calloused thumb over your palm, reverent and reluctant all the same.

"You wanted me to know," he states matter-of-factly. "Leaving out the approval for the funding where I've made myself comfortable is not the gentle let-down you hoped for."

"I'm sorry."

"If I've made you feel the need to apologize, then I am in need of an adjustment. Don't be sorry; be anything else," he begs (or the closest you've ever heard to it).

You close your quivering fingers over his hand - it just feels like the right thing to do at this moment. Gut feelings aren't evidence by any stretch of the imagination, but based on almost nothing, you've decided that Veritas Ratio is going to miss you. You're not set to explore the trenches of oblivion anytime soon, really. The process of getting your endeavor approved through the proper channels is a lengthy one, but it already feels like you're lightyears apart from him.

You say nothing, so he continues, voice gentle. "I suppose I just don't want you to leave, knowing you may not return."

He's never been one to sugarcoat things, but hearing the bold truth spoken aloud to your face with all jargon stripped away rattles your core in an animalistic way. It makes you want to shove your greatest aspirations into the nearest closet, if only for a moment. If only to see his expression lighten.

Is that juvenile? Yes. Is there room for feelings like that in your relationship? Probably not. Do you care? Yes, but you care about your dreams more.

Is there room for him in your dreams? That remains to be seen.

"I know," you smile, brow knit together in sympathy. "Come on, let's get you to bed. It's past your bedtime, you know."

That earns you a nose exhale that almost sounds like a laugh. It's good enough, at least for tonight. In the morning, perhaps you'll broach the topic again, sidled up to Veritas' side as you criticize the way he uses your coffee machine or the way he lingers a little too long near the threshold of your home after it's well past time to go.

You still have time. You'll have to squeeze Veritas in there while you can.

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a/n: this is probably the most excited i've been to write in a while HELPAOSDAS. whoever you are, anon, thank you. omg this prompt... galaxy brain 9000 iq. i have trouble characterizing dr. ratio sometimes, but i hope you enjoy what i came up with!

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[novankenn]

Broken (VI)

"Marie, go!" ordered Kenn as he made the edge of the settlement. Turning he brought his hand-cannon to bear and unleashed several more rounds of high caliber ammunition into the writhing beast.

Marie hesitated and then hurriedly made her way to her daughter's side. The sparrows had been started and Noa held them in idle, waiting for her parents. Marie closed just as a shadow passed above them. It was another of the beasts, but unlike the first, it attacked without announcing its intention. Noa screamed, as did Marie. Kenn turned his focus towards their cries, while a new shriek echoed from beneath his feet.

Panic and rage fueled his movements as he rushed towards his wife and daughter, while throwing a quick loader into his weapon. Marie's rifle again roared to life, and he stopped to draw a bead on the twisted form leaping towards them. His shot landed true, slamming into the creature's skull, knocking it sideways in a spasm of death.

"Kenn!"

"Dad!"

Darkness enveloped him as everything in his world vanished from before his dimming eyes. Marie and Noa watched in horror as a third abomination tore up through the ground and with scythe like claws ripped into the exposed back of their protector and loved one. Gore splattered the ground and with blinding rage, Marie turned towards the thing that robbed her of her husband, and her little girl's father.

"Noa... run!" Marie yelled as she opened up a torrent of lead into the exposed thing's chest and face. The metal jacketed rounds pummeled its flesh, pulping it from existence as it stood over Kenn's lifeless form.

Noa couldn't move. Watching her father being slaughtered before her had rooted her to the ground on which she stood. She watched as her mother reaped vengeance upon the creature, but still she could not move, to flee or assist. From behind she heard a strange language, almost bestial in sound, and then she felt warmth spreading through her chest. Looking down, a crimson stain blossomed on the front of her clothes.

"Mom?" Noa questioned as a burning pain now started to fill her. She couldn't understand what was happening, and suddenly felt weak and slipped to her knees, "Mom?"

Marie turned to watch her daughter drop to her knees, a Knife blade protruding from her chest. Behind her, several, rag cloaked creatures with multiple arms stood looking at the dying girl and the woman standing before them. It was here that Marie's mind broke. She lost all thoughts of escape, all thoughts of survival. Her family was gone, and those that had done the foul deed would pay. Her life was gone, her happiness destroyed. She twisted, bringing her weapon to bear on these new intruders, when the sharp crack of a weapon caused her to stop. Suddenly she was tired and cold. Her hands had no grip and her weapon fell useless to the scorched ground.

"Kenn? Noa?" she knew she was speaking, her lips and mouth were forming the words, but she couldn't hear a single sound. Like her daughter she dropped to her knees and as her sight dimmed she slumped forward into the growing darkness.

Noa struggled to remain, her body slowly going numb as she watched her mother finally succumb to the ragged, burning hole that had appeared in her chest. She tried to reach out and to her in seemed like her Mother was doing the same.

(I) - (II) - (III) - (IV ) - (V) - (VI) - (VII) - (VIII) - (IX) - (X)

[hauntedmoon519]

an album ill never finish/start

i-dawning(intro)

ii-background character

iii-witch trial

iv-camellia crown/circlet

v-starspun daydreaming

vi-torrent(interlude)

vii-ruination

viii-poseur

ix-king of fools(the court jester is dead)

x-moonlit serenade

xi-twilight ashes

xii-low caliber/caliber

xiii-no one(will remember/hear you)

[azeez-unv]

SCHOOL NAME - Affiliates..... Board Name

Annual report:

“May be there is a road ahead of it, May be there is a new world down the road, Walking forth is the only plight, Because we didn’t come this far to come this far only “

A heart filled with aspirations is all that we knew since the very existence of the school and that’s what gave us the ambition of marching forward till excellence is achieved in all our endeavours. This report is comprised of the achievements made during the year gone by and at the same time set the path for greater accomplishments in the years to come.

PARENTS ORIENTATION PROGRAMME:

 As a regular practice followed every year, this session began with the Orientation Programme for the parents of the students of classes Pre-Kg to X. The programme made the parents aware of the scheme of education we impart here at our school. Query-resolving session by our director of Operations Mr.X illuminated the path of positive parenting.

INFRASTRUCTURE DEVELOPMENTS:

The Rear block connecting the Kg wing and class I was opened this year for parents to drop their children.

Two wheeler parking area besides the security block was arranged for the parents to drop their children and for the staff to park their vehicles.

A mini multipurpose hall was constructed to facilitate multi activities at a time.

CAPACITY BUILDING PROGRAM FOR TEACHERS:

With the sole purpose of updating teachers’ knowledge, the school hosted a series of Teachers’ Workshops. It was an attempt which inclusively engulfed various significant aspects like Moral Values, Life Skills by CBSE, Meditation & Stress Management, English Language and Mathematics. Apart from this, our teachers are made a part of the training sessions and workshops happening at other schools. Our teachers attended various workshops like CHINTAN workshop, workshop on NURTURING EARLY CHILDHOOD and ADOLESCENCE MANAGEMENT, workshops on various ACADEMIC SUBJECTS. Attendee teachers further share the knowledge with other fellow teachers widening the sphere of wisdom. 

SCHOOL APP:  Keeping ourselves up with the pace of the modern world, Complete Digitization of the school was undertaken which transformed the entire school chores channel through the Information Technology, bringing in more transparency and enhanced communication with parents and community.

Having the school completely digitized has innumerous advantages to the parents, teachers and the school itself.  Parents can keep a real-time track of the status of their child for Daily Attendance, Fee status, Periodic Results, School Circulars and News, etc. through the SCHOOL APP on Android.

COMPETITIONS:

To take part is what counts in competition and lessons of victory and defeat are what we get in return. This environment was sufficiently created through inter-school, inter-house and inter-class competitions such as debates, Vad-Vivaad Pratiyogita, Shlok Competition, Quiz, Rangoli, Declamation, Creative-Writing, Spelling-Bee, Rhyme and Rhythm, Drawing and Power-Point competitions. Our students took part in various inter-school and zonal level Competitions and brought laudable laurels to the school.

ACADEMIC ACHIEVEMENTS:

“Develop a passion for learning. If you do, you will never cease to grow.” – Antony J D’Angelo

Our current  class IX students are getting ready to face the board exams with many changes in exam pattern.

QUIZ CONTESTS

To cope up with this competitive society,it is necessary for our students to get updated with current affairs,Plenty  of Quiz contests were conducted to develop their general knowledge and intellectuality.

EXPO 2023

To outlet the steam of caliber of our students in the field of science, IT, Art and Social Science, Languages, a multi disciplinary project Expo was conducted for two days open to public.

RELIGIOUS FESTIVALS

We always celebrate religious festivals with divine, message and entertainment:

Ganesh Chathurthi , Bakrid ,Christmas,Krishna Jayanthi, Navratri, Deepavali, Pongal, Raksha bandan etc.

NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATIONS

The school celebrates all the National festivals like Independence Day, Republic Day, Teachers day and Children’s Day with great respect and devotion to the country and to the country men.

 DENTAL AND EYE CHECK UP CAMPS

The school organized Dental Camp and Eye Camp for all the students and the Doctors advised the students to keep clean their teeth and eat balanced diet to keep the eyes in right condition. The Medical camp was conducted in the month of July 2023.

FIELD TRIPS

As a part of the curriculum, we had our field trips for all classes.The trip to ISRO was very informative. Field trips were arranged to many historical monuments in and around Sivagangai and Madurai Districts. Our junior globalians has their visits to all government sectors of Post office, Bank and fire stations. A set of students visited the coir industry, poultry and nursery farm.

WEEK THEME ACTIVITIES:

In addition to our daily routines, we do activities related to a theme set up for the week – Air, water, solar system, five elements of earth, vegetables, spinach, dairy products, reptiles, states and capitals, transport, safety, National leaders, National Monuments  etc.

COLOUR CONCEPT DAY:

Our kindergarten students celebrated their Colour Concept:

All the children from the KG department,and their teachers, were dressed colourfully to celebrate this occasion. The classrooms too were decorated with different colours to welcome our children. Our tiny tots looked beautiful with their coloured attires. The day began with a short prayer and continued with various activities like singing rhymes and jingles on colours, colour identification game etc. They were taught to make balls with coloured papers. All the children enjoyed this special day and went home with smiles on their face. The motive of celebrating Colour Concept day is to create awareness in children on different colours. Through these activities children develop psychomotor and cognitive skills.

 FAMILY DAY

On Feb. 14th we had our family day celebration in our Kg Wing. Our kids used it as a platform to exhibit their multi talents. It was a challenging program for the LKg kids to read the sentences accompanied by pictures and sight words. Our UKg kids read the passage with phonic sounds. They rocked the show.

KINDERGARTEN GRADUATION DAY

Graduation Day was celebrated on 30th March 2023 with the ‘Sow and Grow’ by Welcoming the Chief Guest  Mr.X, the famous writer. Our School Principal addressed the gathering and highlighted the vision of the school and role of parents and teachers in pupils learning process. Parent representatives expressed their gratitude towards the school and the teachers in instilling humility and self esteem in their children in their varied spectrum of activities and the cultural fest followed hereafter.

MOON LIGHT DINNER

Whatever you do, do with determination. You have one life to live, do your work with passion and give the best, whether you want to be a Chef, Engineer, Actor or an Entrepreneur. This is the best process in our school to make the new students mingle with existing students and their parents,and have a great fun, food and entertainment.

SPORTS HEAT:

Our sports day was celebrated in a grand manner with a young chief guest Mr.X, kabadi defending champion  awarding all our sports champions.

INTRODUCTION OF HOUSE ACTIVITIES

“Do activities as you’re passionate about, which makes your heart and soul feel perky.” In order to groom and bring out inner talent we conduct various in house competitions for students like working out, cooking without fire,painting on different things, writing, yoga, swimming and reading.

ANNUAL DAY

Our 3rd Annual day was successfully celebrated with colorful events. Our chief guest Mr X felicitated the gathering by his wonderful speech. Towards the end, we thank the supportive management whose continuous support to our ideology of education has enabled the school to come this far. Teachers and the entire staff members also deserve applause for their tireless efforts in implementing the route map of imparting quality education here. We also extend my heartfelt thanks to the parents of our students who have shown unflinching faith in us by giving us the profound opportunity to transform their children into truly useful citizens of the future world. With that, let us foresee a world of universal singularity where our children are going to be the propellant of this change and the world shall be a beautiful place to live in..!!!

[news1latest]

Precision Cooling: The Best CPU Coolers for Ryzen 7 3700X

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IX. Overclocking with Precision Cooling For enthusiasts looking to push their CPUs beyond stock limits, Precision Cooling supports overclocking. We discuss how this cooling solution contributes to enhanced performance without compromising stability.

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[floral-poisons]

twst characters: what if they were otome love interests

lmao like a mentally ill bitch i began replaying some otome games from my childhood (voltage specifically). now that i'm way older these games are REALLY bad and yet somehow still enjoyable. so now here we are, once again dealing with my random ass head canons. this is what i think the twst cast would be if they were in an otome game.

this format is going to be different, simply because we're not going by dorm. i've grouped certain students together since it just makes sense to me. i’ve also decided to change the ages of a good chunk of the characters to fit the specific scenario i’ve assigned them.

NRC STAFF

office romance - you've been working at the same law firm for the past seven years. and finally, you get the promotion you've always dreamed of! finally, you'll be able to work with your fellow executives. you didn't work overtime too many times to count to not be promoted. your coworkers are...interesting people but they're friendly enough. oh and look at that! you have your first big case to work on involving someone of a high caliber. your partner in the case is an expert in the specific field of law you must dip your toes in for this high profile case.

you and the cast are in your early 30s to early 40s. except for mozus trein of course.

dire crowley

40 years old. a criminal lawyer. he teases a lot and is known to be very strange with how he describes things. a billionaire's son is set up for trial for a hit and run and it’s up to you and crowley to prove his innocence. he appears to love his job and does well. but you can tell that there’s something eating at him from beneath the surface and it most likely has to deal with the case itself.

ashton vargas

42 years old. specializes in sports law. a former student athlete himself, he dedicates his time to keeping student and professional athletes safe. a popular female college gymnast has recently come out about the abuse her team faces within her school and you’ve been hired to uphold title ix. ashton seems fun and friendly but cares a lot about physical appearance and his physique. he’s determined to win this case but you worry it might be at the expense of his wellbeing.

mozus trein

58 years old. your boss. not dateable. he’s strict about your paperwork. get it to him on time because he has a cat to take care of.

divus crewel

35 years old. specializes in entertainment law. most artists seek him out because of his near perfect win record in court. a world renown singer left their record label but the company refuses to give the singer the rights to their song. it’s up to divus to help win a difficult fight. you hope to learn from his techniques (and maybe even get some fashion tips) to become a better lawyer. however, he seems to be a perfectionist and it’s taking a much bigger toll on him than he lets on.

sam

32 years old. a divorce lawyer. he’s the youngest executive you’re working with. a famous actress is going through an intense divorce with her husband and it’s up to sam to show you the ropes with divorce law. very calm, very cheerful. handles divorces like it’s nothing and it doesn’t seem to affect him as much as it affects you. but maybe there’s something behind that bright smile of his.

DORM LEADERS

celebrity romance - you write for a celebrity gossip magazine. what can you say? it makes plenty of money. and you just got the offer of a lifetime! you get to cover the annual wonderland gala! a variety of celebrities will be there and you will be able to even go inside and get the direct gossip from the celebrities themselves (after your interviews of course). during the dinner, you run into the gala host who asks if you would like to be put up for an "auction" in which people will pay to go on a date with you and all the proceeds go to the museum the gala attends. knowing how important the arts are, you agree. what you didn't expect was a massive offer to come your way. and it's one of the biggest celebrities at the gala!

the ages of you and the characters are mid 20s to early 30s.

malleus draconia

27 years old. model. has walked on the runway of multiple fashion shows. his most recognizable feature are his black horns and piercing green eyes. he’s tall and very intimidating at first. but when you talk to him more, you begin to peel back the layers of one of the world’s most finest fashion models. he’s insightful, sensitive, and lonely.

riddle rosehearts

25 years old. writer. very popular for his memoir about being under the iron fist rule of his mother. wants to diverge into fiction. he’s a very by the books person and his answers feel stale. but you hope that you can learn who the true riddle is under the person. maybe even teach him how to loosen up.

vil schoenheit

26 years old. actor and model. gunning for that award this awards season. both a blockbuster and an indie actor. he’s well renown for his beauty and his love for fashion. despite his fair appearance, he proves to be a rather cold person and his answers feel artificial. but maybe this date is the time to get to know the real vil, hiding underneath his gold crown.

leona kingscholar

31 years old. musician. specializes in punk. has won a multitude of music awards because of his music though the past five years have been a lazy streak. he hasn’t gone out in public much nor released any new music. inspiration isn’t there and he’s tired of people asking when his next album will be coming out. maybe you’re the next inspiration he needs.

azul ashengrotto

32 years old. entrepreneur. he’s quickly climbed the corporate ladder and easily has a lot of money. his answers are vague and he seems very cheeky. you express an interest in learning more about his business prospects, which may be the reason why he wants to go on a date with you. hopefully you can teach him that money isn’t everything.

kalim al-asim

25 years old. a literal prince!! everyone loves the prince of the scalding sands. he’s a public figure that everyone wants to meet and everyone wants to marry. he’s a little naive but he’s joyous and you have so much fun interviewing him. he’s willing to talk to you. but what is the pressure of being a literal royal, especially the heir to the throne, like?

idia shroud

28 years old. video game streamer. he doesn’t really go out and he’s a quiet type. many interviewers don’t have the most patience with him because he’s so soft spoken. but you’ve certainly left an impression by taking the time out of your day to talk to him. and maybe you can help him come out of his shell.

VICE DORM LEADERS

cooking with love - you've just left your office job for a starter restaurant. cooking has always been your passion. hell, you even went to and graduated from culinary school! but you sold it out for a desk job for a few years of financial stability and so your parents could get off your case. you weren't happy and on a whim, you decide to quit. you would rather be financial unstable and happy than the opposite. your qualifications from culinary school lands you in the kitchen but rather low in the hierarchy. that's okay because you're satisfied with your job. as you prepare for your restaurant's grand opening (and hopeful success), you grow close to your fellow restaurant coworkers. and maybe even fall in love with one of them.

you and the characters are past college graduation age, being in your mid to late 20s. you spent 4 years at culinary school, having gone directly into it after high school.

lilia vanrouge

27 years old. the eccentric sous chef. he’s quite strange and can be found in the weirdest of places. but he knows exactly what he’s talking about with food. all of his food tastes amazing and you want to learn from his flavor palette.

trey clover

27 years old. the pastry chef. also a world renown pastry chef brought back by the owner because they were friends in college. he’s famous for his tarts particularly his strawberry tarts. but the menu changes depending on the season. he also has a tendency to give people he cares about pastries he makes in his spare time.

rook hunt

29 years old. the encouraging expeditor. he provides intense encouragement and love to his coworkers, often telling them they’re doing great. when not expediting, he also helps host the restaurant and assign tables. you always feel a sense of warmth with him in the kitchen.

ruggie bucchi

25 years old. the meat chef. sometimes also has to occupy the butcher chef’s occupation too. very familiar with meat and has his own ways of getting the finest cuts. he won’t explain how. he’s quite cheeky and has his own desire to eventually open his own restaurant.

jade leech

28 years old. the fish chef. he knows his way around seafood, having worked with it since he was a child. he has a twin brother named floyd. despite working with seafood, he expresses that it’s not exactly his favorite thing in the world. he’s also very quiet.

jamil viper

26 years old. the celebrity chef. world renown and an old friend of the owner. he’s come to add name recognition to the restaurant and is assigned the role of an executive chef. his cuisine is flavorful and full of spices native to the scalding sands. he’s also known to make great vegetarian and vegan food.

THIRD YEARS & SECOND YEARS

graduation - it's your final year of high school! high school was one hell of a roller coaster. and guess what's coming up? a school festival and a school dance! practically everyone wants to go with a date. but why settle for romance when you have friendships? everyone's excited for their last hurrah before going off to college. at a party your friend invited you to, you run into a multitude of people including your neighbor, your ex, and your lab partner. what your friend pulls isn't exactly funny which is a game of seven minutes in heaven. and you end up stuck in the closet with someone, potentially sparking a romance between the two of you.

you and the cast are teenagers about to graduate high school. you have just turned 18.

cater diamond

18 years old. mix of good and average grades. your ex-boyfriend. you guys dated the entirety of your second year only for him to break up with you. he said you weren’t “trendy” enough since you didn’t like social media. especially with how obsessed cater appears to be. but having followers isn’t everything. and maybe cater regrets breaking up with you.

floyd leech

17 years old. average grades. your neighbor. you’ve been friends since you guys were in diapers and he’s been with you through thick and thin. he’s a little rash and impulsive but he always knows how to make you laugh. he has a twin brother named jade. really hates cater with a burning passion.

silver

17 years old. great grades. your lab partner. silent and doesn’t talk much. but the few times he has talked, he makes you laugh. you have to make sure he doesn’t fall asleep when you’re not in lab though. he’s a reliable guy and really smart. he even tutored you when you were struggling. there’s a unique bond between you two since you were lab partners all throughout high school. could there be something hiding under that quiet exterior.

FIRST YEARS

returning to your hometown - you're feeling dejected, lost. your significant other has just left you for someone else and your job takes up your entire life, leaving you little room for yourself. what's the point in making money if you can't spend it? then suddenly, you get an invitation in the mail. it's your middle school reunion! but who even has a middle school reunion? you decide that you won't go until a childhood friend calls you up and asks if you're coming. in a spur of a moment decision, you decide to go back to your hometown. and there, you reunite with people you thought you would never see again.

you and the characters are in your early 20s. all of you are past college graduation age.

sebek zigvolt

23 years old. the teacher’s pet. he followed every single rule in the rulebook and was every teacher’s favorite student. it sounds like he continued the same act in high school. now he’s getting his master’s degree. despite his by the book attitude, you’re attracted to him. and secretly, he’s always wanted you to notice him since you two were in middle school.

ace trappola

21 years old. the class clown. he wanted to become a comedian when he was older. so he does stand-up comedy on the side while pursuing a degree in writing. sometimes his jokes went too far in middle school and that’s why you hated him. it seems his humor has rounded out though and that he regrets all the pranks he pulled on you in middle school.

deuce spade

21 years old. the reformed punk. he used to be a delinquent and got into fights all the time. you were his best friend and you broke off the friendship when his fighting became too much. now that you have reunited, he seems to have cleaned up his act. in fact, you’re just now realizing that, despite being a former punk, deuce has always been loyal and devoted.

jack howl

22 years old. the jock. even though he was in middle school, he was the star jock in all the sports teams he participated in. eventually, he settled for track and cross country and now he’s a college athlete. you had pe class with him all through middle school. sometimes he would be nice, sometimes he would be rude. but what’s certain is that he never underestimated you and even pushed you beyond your limits. now it appears he’s taken an interest in you. why?

epel felmier

20 years old. the one that got away. he got a glow up since the last time you’ve seen him. had really good grades and is planning on getting a degree in agricultural studies while being a model on the side. the two of you had something in the past but you being afraid of intimacy, decided not to go for it. perhaps epel still feels that spark between you two.

[airmanisr]

Spitfire lineup by Willard Womack Via Flickr: The first in line appears to be a Mk V. The Mk I, Mk II and Mk V visually were much the same. This one does have the bullet resistant windshield bolted on the outside. It was not installed on the inside until the Mk IX. The wing is an, "A" wing, which had four machine guns in each which.These fired the British 303 (7.7mm) round. It had been determined that it would take eight machine guns to down a bomber. The RAF very seldom used fifty caliber guns. They did mix canons and machine guns, which on the Spitfire was the , "B" wing.

[walkingthroughthisworld]

GRAFENWOEHR, Germany — Army tankers with the 1st Battalion, 68th Armored Regiment, 3rd Armored Brigade Combat Team, let loose a hailstorm of 120 mm armor-piercing and multipurpose rounds from their M1A2 Abrams tanks during live-fire training on Tuesday.

“We are refocusing ourselves on building up our lethality and honing our fighting capabilities so we remain a strong deterrent to our adversaries,” said battalion commander Lt. Col. Jonathan Kluck.

The 3ABCT, based at Fort Carson, Colo., is on rotation as part of Operation Atlantic Resolve, the U.S.’s commitment to secure and defend eastern Europe in response to Russia’s 2014 annexation of Crimea. Temporarily based at the Grafenwoehr Training Area, the tankers are preparing for Combined Resolve IX, their next exercise, in September. The tankers fired an estimated 837 tank rounds, along with 34,000 7.62 mm and 6,200 .50-caliber bullets during the training.

[lonestarbattleship]

State Ship Series: USS Wyoming

There have been three ships commissioned named after the state of Wyoming in the US Navy. The state was admitted into the United States on July 10, 1890.

USS Wyoming (M/BM-10/IX-4), Arkansas Class, Monitor, in commission from 1902 to 1926. In 1903, aided in independence for the Panamanians. Renamed USS Cheyenne in 1909 to free the name for BB-32 and was the first US Navy ship to be converted to burn oil. Converted to a submarine tender in 1913. Sold for scrap in 1939.

USS Wyoming (BB-32), Wyoming Class, Dreadnought Battleship, in commission from 1912 to 1947. She, along with the coal fire dreadnought battleship, joined the Royal Navy during WWI. She was modernized in the mid 1920's and was converted into a training ship in accordance with the London Naval Treaty. For this role, three of her turrets were removed and replaced with smaller caliber guns. In WWII, the other three turrets were removed to make room for even more smaller caliber guns. By the end of the war, she is presumed to have fire more ammo than other ship. She was decommissioned and sold for scrap after the war. She replaced in the role as a training ship by USS Mississippi.

USS Wyoming (SSBN-742), Ohio class, nuclear powered ballistic missile submarine, in commission from 1996 to present.

source, source, source

NHHC: 80-G-458933, 80-G-323302

[usafphantom2]

Willard Womack Following

Spitfire lineup

The first in line appears to be a Mk V. The Mk I, Mk II and Mk V visually were much the same. This one does have the bullet resistant windshield bolted on the outside. It was not installed on the inside until the Mk IX.

The wing is an, "A" wing, which had four machine guns in each which.These fired the British 303 (7.7mm) round. It had been determined that it would take eight machine guns to down a bomber. The RAF very seldom used fifty caliber guns. They did mix canons and machine guns, which on the Spitfire was the , "B" wing.

[maraudererasmut]

Black and White (Part XV)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV | Part XV | Part XVI | Part XVII | Part XVIII | Part XIX

When Sirius Black walked into the run-down little coffee shop that Remus worked at, he looked extremely out of place. The Daily Grind was one of those cafes that had mismatched furniture and paintings from local artists on the wall. It wasn't glamorous, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it felt comfortable— homey. Remus was willing to bet that Sirius had never set foot in a cafe like this, preferring to get his coffee from Starbucks or a butler in a tuxedo or something. 

The first thing that Remus noticed about Sirius was that he was wearing a suit, like always, with his long hair in a loose bun and his posture stiffer than a board. He glanced around him, scanning the room, until his eyes met with Remus' and his jaw tightened. Remus forced himself to smile politely, offering the gallery owner a small wave. Sirius made his way over to Remus' table, his typical saunter less noticeable now that he was in an unfamiliar environment.

"Good evening, Sirius. Thank you for joining me." Remus kept his tone courteous, his words formal. He knew that he would have trouble relaxing around Sirius. The two of them had a business relationship exclusively; meeting up socially was strange and unprecedented.

Sirius' mouth twisted into what Remus could only assume was an attempt at a grin. 

"Remus," he muttered stiffly, giving a firm nod. He glanced down at the empty chair in front of Remus, but remained standing. Remus felt his shoulders tighten in discomfort.

"Please… have a seat." Remus gestured towards the empty chair and Sirius nodded again before sitting down. "Uh… thanks for meeting me."

He didn't know what else to say. Seeing Sirius in the cafe wasn't quite as hilarious has Remus had anticipated; instead, the two men were both uncomfortable, awkward, struggling to relax in front of one another.

"Yes, well…" Sirius began, before trailing off. "So… is this where you work?"

Remus nodded, his hands tightening around his cup of tea. He didn't hate his job, but it was exhausting. He was on his feet most of the day and he rarely had enough energy to paint at night. It took everything Remus had in him to drag himself out of bed each morning, ready to face the same mundane routine that slowly ate away at him. 

"It's… nice." Sirius glanced around at the paintings on the wall. His mouth spread into a thin smile as recognition lit up his face. "There's a familiar one…"

Remus glanced over his shoulder to find one of his older pieces hanging on the wall behind him.

"Oh… yeah… I forgot that one was there. It's… not my best work."

"No, it isn't."

Remus spun around to cast a glare at Sirius.

"That's not very polite."

Sirius cocked an eyebrow and Remus could have sworn he saw the slightest hint of humour in those silvery eyes.

"Why? It's not. Your current stuff is much better. The paintings that you've been producing recently? They're a different caliber altogether."

Remus could feel his cheeks heat up as Sirius paid him a rare compliment. It was backhanded, yes, but it was the closest thing to praise that he could hope for from the gallerist.

"Uh… thanks." 

Sirius leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his bangs and brushing them away from his eyes. Remus felt himself mirroring Sirius, finally able to sink into his chair and relax slightly. 

"So…" Sirius began, cutting the silence, his tone gentler than usual. "I… I am sorry. About yesterday. I know I said that earlier, I just… want you to know that."

Remus chewed the edge of his lip, trying to formulate his response. Every fiber of his being wanted to say it's okay, to brush off what happened the other day as if it had been perfectly normal. That was his immediate response to everything. 

It's fine.

It's no bother.

It's okay.

Although he couldn't figure out why, there was a part of Remus that didn't want this to be the same as always. It wasn't okay. The way Sirius treated him wasn't fine, and Remus wasn't going to allow himself to be a doormat. Not this time.

"You were an arse."

"I know." Sirius' gaze dropped to his hands, which were fiddling with a packet of sugar. Remus felt a wave of something— was it affection? — pass over him as he watched Sirius. He hated it.

"It was rude," Remus continued, trying to sound upset, to hide the fact that Sirius' fiddling was in any way endearing. "The way you spoke to me. The way you acted around me. It really was unprofessional."

"I know."

Sirius didn't justify his actions. He didn't make any excuses, didn't try to explain anything, he simply sat there as Remus called him out, a distinct look of guilt darkening his silvery blue eyes. 

"You… really shouldn't treat people that way…"

"I know."

Remus paused. He brought his tea to his mouth and took a sip, giving himself time to think.

"Why?"

Sirius glanced back up at Remus, his eyes shining like a lost puppy. Remus had to suppress a grin.

"Why what?" The gallerist asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Why did you… what made you so upset? Why were you so… cruel?"

Remus watched as Sirius closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He exhaled slowly as he leaned further back in his chair, as if he knew this question had been coming the entire time. Sirius' eyes shot open, darting back and forth as they searched Remus' face. After a moment, Sirius finally spoke.

"You don't know much about me…" He began, before trailing off. Remus remained silent, assuming that there was more to follow. There was. "I… I do that on purpose. I don't like getting too close to my artists. It… this has been strange for me; you being friendly with James. It… made things awkward."

Remus cocked a brow and pursed his lips.

"How so?"

Sirius gave a heavy sigh.

"I don't… really have any family. I have James and Lily. That's it. They're… they're all I have."

Remus was confused. He had read about the Black family before; they were well-established business people, the family name known throughout the city from their various enterprises. Sirius was a member of this prestigious family, how could he say he didn't have any?

Remus' face must have betrayed his thoughts, because Sirius let out a dark laugh.

"Before you ask, no, I'm not close with the other Blacks. They're… the only thing we share is the name. I'm not… well, I'm different. We don't speak anymore. It's better that way."

"Oh." Remus didn't know how else to respond. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's as much my doing as it is theirs."

"I see…"

"Anyway…" Sirius' fingers turned the sugar packet over and over and over. "I'm… very protective of James and Lily…"

Remus scoffed. 

"You weren't jealous, were you?" He asked with a grin. Sirius didn't respond, and Remus realized his mistake. His smile faded. "...were you?"

Sirius shrugged his shoulders, his focus remaining on the sugar that danced through his hands.

Never in a million years would Remus have expected Sirius Black to be jealous of him. Remus was broke. He worked himself to the bone, barely sleeping, hardly eating, unable to afford anything beyond the absolute necessities. 

"I'm…" Remus began, not sure what it was he wanted to say. "I don't think James or Lily would ever replace you…"

"No, I know that…" Sirius said to the sugar. "I know that. I just… have trouble believing it…"

The man in front of Remus was someone so different than the Sirius Black he thought he knew. This was someone soft, scared, afraid of losing the people he loved. This was a man who had everything and nothing all at once, who couldn't fathom going through life on his own. This was someone that Remus understood.

"I'm… I'm sorry if I— "

"No, you're fine," Sirius interrupted, glancing back up at Remus, a forced smile on his face. "This was on me. I've got a bit of a temper. I lashed out at you. And I'm sorry about that. Anyway…" Sirius' hand dropped the sugar and brushed his bangs from his eyes. "None of this is important. You just… wanted to know why. So… that's why."

"I really am sor— "

"Can we please drop it?" Some of the ice returned to Sirius' voice, reflected in the glacial blue of his eyes. Remus gave the gallerist a curt nod, knowing that the subject was a delicate one. 

"Yeah, sure. Consider it dropped." Remus tried to smile, to keep his emotions hidden from his face. "We're good, you and I. As far as I'm concerned…"

"Good."

"Yeah…"

"So…" Sirius mumbled, picking up his sugar packet again, breaking the suddenly awkward silence. "You mentioned a message?"

Shit.

Remus swallowed past the lump in his throat. When he was still angry at Sirius, he had planned to make the man feel bad about his drunken voicemail. Now that they had connected over a candid heart-to-heart, it didn't seem right to bring it up.

"It… it was nothing. Honestly…"

Sirius raised a brow skeptically.

"Remus…"

"You… you just left a voicemail is all. It really wasn't anything… you didn't say much…"

Remus watched as the colour faded from Sirius' face, his eyes growing wide with horror. Butterflies erupted in the pit of Remus' stomach as the icy blue of Sirius' irises melted through his heart.

Shit shit shit…

"It really wasn't—"

"I don't remember leaving that…" Sirius twisted his sugar in his hand, accidentally breaking the packet and spilling the grains across the table. "Fuck!"

"It's fine! I've got it! I can clean it up!" 

As Remus moved to sweep up the mess with his napkin, Sirius slammed his fist against the table, startling the artist and causing the sugar grains to jump.

"Was I drunk?"

Remus blinked. He looked at Sirius, who suddenly looked more angry than nervous.

"Uh… p— possibly? It was only a voic— "

"Was I drunk, Remus?"

Sirius looked— well, serious.

"Uh… y— yeah… I… I think so."

"Fuck!" Sirius' profanities echoed across the cafe, earning him scathing glares from the other patrons. "Shit!" He muttered, a bit quieter.

"Really, Sirius. It's fine. It wasn't anything! You didn't say anything embarrassing or anyth—"

"I have to go."

Sirius was on his feet before Remus could even respond. The artist stared up at the other man, mouth agape, utterly confused.

"Sirius, you don't—"

"I'm sorry, Remus."

He did sound sorry. His eyes grew soft for a moment as his gaze lingered on Remus. Then, before the artist could get in another word, Sirius was heading towards the door.

"Sirius, wait!"

Remus' protests came too late, Sirius was already out of earshot. Remus stared as the expensive suit and elegant bun faded from view, wondering what the hell had just happened.

[wickedjaime]

Fuck that entire White Book Scene and the Anti-JB horse it rode in on

First, here’s a little disclaimer. To the JB shippers who have only seen the show: there’s gonna be some book snobbery here, and some comparisons to show!JB and book!JB, so please bear with me. 

To my JB fam who liked this scene: I’m glad you liked it, and can find something positive in it. I’ve seen plenty of posts that express why they thought Brienne’s ending, along with this scene, worked for them. I’ve seen positive interpretations of this scene and all the meaningful things it means for Jaime/Brienne’s romance and dynamic. I don’t agree with any of them, but I understand trying to find a silver lining in all of the bullshit; we’ve all been upset since episode 4, after all. We deserve some fucking peace.

But I can’t find anything positive in that White Book scene. As a matter of fact, it enrages me, probably more than any other bullshit we’ve gotten with the Jaime/Brienne story in the last half of the season. With this scene, all I see is D&D further putting up their pro Larry/Carol flag and shitting over not only our ship, but Jaime and Brienne’s characters as a whole.

First of all, we see that, unlike book!Jaime’s White Book page, Larry’s page does not have the addition we know book!Jaime wrote in A Storm of Swords:

Beneath the last line Ser Barristan had entered, he wrote in an awkward hand that might have done credit to a six-year-old being taught his first letters by a maester: Defeated in the Whispering Wood by the Young Wolf Robb Stark during the War of the Five Kings. Held captive at Riverrun and ransomed for a promise unfulfilled. Captured again by the Brave Companions, and maimed at the word of Vargo Hoat their captain, losing his sword hand to the blade of Zollo the Fat. Returned safely to King's Landing by Brienne, the Maid of Tarth. — ASOS, Jaime IX

The fact that book!Jaime wrote this in his White Book page is a big fucking deal. It gives Brienne credit for helping him, but it also honors her significantly as someone worthy of being in a book where all the fabled knights of old are celebrated —warriors that Brienne admires and embodies in all the best ways. By writing Brienne’s name in the White Book, Jaime not only listed her as part of their caliber, but forever claimed Brienne of Tarth as his savior. It’s a gift he gave her purely out of admiration, love, and gratitude. And Brienne doesn’t even know that he did that for her, because he did it out of sincerity, not for show. It’s a beautiful moment and shows how much their relationship has grown. It’s also proof of how far Jaime’s come as a character, since he’s humble (if not self-loathing) enough to write down his losses and admit that someone needed to save him — that person being a woman, no less, which, considering the world they live in, is quite a humiliating thing for a man to admit. But Jaime did it, because he cares for Brienne and knows she deserves it.

Larry, though? Ha. Larry gives no fucks about any of that. He didn’t write Brienne’s name, because god forbid we see that show!Jaime cares about Brienne of Tarth. Gods forbid we have physical proof, after his shitty, character assassinating death, that he’s admired Brienne for years and saw that she has the soul of a knight, even if, at the time, she was not officially one. Showing that would have hurt D&D’s pro-twincest narrative, I guess. 

If Brienne had opened up the White Book to discover that, in messy handwriting, Jaime had written about their deeds (especially hers) as he had done in the books, I would have been slightly less bitter about what was done to his character, and his dynamic with Brienne. Slightly. At least it would have shown that, even though Larry fucked her and left her, she did have a place in his heart. That he did admire her. That he did respect her. That she meant something to him, rather than just him meaning something to her. That all of those scenes they had together over the course of this series weren't for nothing.

But it was for nothing, JB fam. We got nothing. Brienne had to write it all herself, even the line about her rescuing him. Larry couldn't even be bothered to write that she safely escorted him to King's Landing. My god, I just can't. Even after death, his character still gets ruined more and more. 

So yeah. Larry didn’t give Brienne the gift he was supposed to give her. So Brienne has to do it for him. She has to give herself the gift, before writing about Larry’s other “heroic” deeds. 

And that’s the problem. This scene is merely Brienne giving and giving to someone who, in the end, only took from her. This is a scene of Brienne of Tarth writing one final ode to the man who took her virginity and abandoned her for his ex. And the grand finale of it all? The last “fuck you” to Jaime and Brienne’s characters, and anyone who was invested in their characters and/or romance (including Nik and Gwen)? They had Brienne write the line about Larry dying while protecting Carol. They had Brienne write her own rejection. And they specifically focused the camera on that line, and her hand writing it. That is disgusting, and a huge insult to Brienne’s character. It frames her as the good, unlovable ugly girl, pining for the hot guy who ditched her. It frames Brienne  as accepting the unrequited love, but still holding out a candle for someone who rode away from her while she was in the snow, crying, wearing a goddamned housecoat. 

Since the point of this scene wasn't to reveal that Jaime had already written about Brienne on his page, we shouldn't have even gotten this scene. The White Book should have been destroyed during Dany's attack. A pile of ashes, ruined forever, just like Jaime’s character arc. Why? Because D&D have never given a fuck about the honor aspects of Jaime's character. Larry’s arc hasn't been about honor or knighthood for years — it's been about how much he loves Carol. 

Proof? In A Feast for Crows, when Jaime is in Riverrun at Cersei’s command, he thinks about how he wants to get all of this over with so that he can return to his duties as a Kingsguard and be with his son, Tommen:

Once he found the Blackfish, he would be free to return to King's Landing, where he belonged. My place is with my king. With my son. —AFFC, Jaime VII

Hell, he even plans to dethrone Cersei as Queen Regent and get full custody of Tommen:

My sweet sister, the deceiver. He would need to find some way to winkle Tommen from [Cersei’s] clutches before the boy became another Joffrey. And whilst at that, he should find the lad a new small council too. If Cersei can be put aside, Ser Kevan may agree to serve as Tommen's Hand ... —AFFC, Jaime VII

So book!Jaime wants to get the mission in Riverrun done because he has become reacquainted with his responsibilities as a knight, a Kingsguard, and wants to get back to protecting his king, and, in his own way, step up and take on his responsibilities as Tommen’s Uncle-Dad.

Meanwhile, Larry is just monologuing to Edmure about how he wants to get the Riverrun business finished so that he can return to Carol:

“I love Cersei. You can laugh at that, if you want. You can sneer. Doesn’t matter. She needs me, and to get back to her, I need to take Riverrun. I’ll send for your baby boy. And I'll launch him into Riverrun with a catapult. Because you don't matter to me, Lord Edmure. Your son doesn't matter to me. The people in the castle don't matter to me. Only Cersei. And if I have to slaughter every Tully who ever lived to get back to her, that's what I'll do. —Larry, GoT s6e8

Knighthood? Honor? Larry doesn’t know her. Not in this scene, anyway.

Now, you could argue that he was bluffing just like his book counterpart was when speaking with Edmure, which — sure. But why change show!Jaime’s motives from Tommen and knightly duty to twincest? Because D&D have never really cared about Jaime Lannister’s character, or his arc (much like Larry never really cared about the innocents of King’s Landing, I guess). They do seem to really care about twincest, though, even at the expense of show!Jaime’s character development. Regardless, this is a huge divergence from his book counterpart and shows that Larry hasn’t cared about honor or knighthood for several seasons.

Another example of that? In the books, when Cersei tries to have sex with Jaime, Jaime rejects her because he doesn’t want to further soil his knighthood by fucking his sister in the White Sword Tower: 

"No," he said, "not here." They had never done it in White Sword Tower, much less in the Lord Commander's chambers. "Cersei, this is not the place."

"You took me in the sept. This is no different." She drew out his cock and bent her head over it.

Jaime pushed her away with the stump of his right hand. "No. Not here, I said." He forced himself to stand.  — ASOS, Jaime IX

(I’d also like to point out to the show-only JB shippers that, after this scene where he rejects Cersei, Jaime gives Brienne the mission to save Sansa and writes Brienne’s name in the White Book. Also, Jaime isn’t religious, but he prayed for Brienne’s safety in the fourth book, A Feast for Crows. That’s just a little fun fact. Make of it what you will.)

So book!Jaime, not holding religion in high esteem, was cool with having sex with Cersei in a sept, a holy place, but he isn’t comfortable doing that in the White Sword Tower. This shows how highly he holds his knighthood, and where his priorities lie, now that he’s going through his character arc (which is about him trying to reclaim his honor and finding an identity outside of his sister). Jaime is a knight, and as such, the White Sword Tower is his holy place, his place of worship, not a sept. So he doesn’t want to break his celibacy vows there. 

Contrast that to Larry’s shenanigans in the finale of season 4. Larry pushed the White Book, the symbol of the Kingsguard, on the goddamn floor so that he can fuck his sister on the table, showing that Larry values his love for Carol over his knighthood, or his respect for the Kingsguard.

(Shoutout to @gotgifsandmusings for this gif)

So, since the show has established that Larry didn’t really care that much about being in the Kingsguard, why have him be honored in the White Book after death? It’s been years since he’s given a shit about it! I mean, do D&D even remember that their version of Jaime isn’t even in the Kingsguard anymore, and hasn’t been for years?

Yeah, I’m guessing they don’t. But in season 6, Tommen dismissed Larry from the Kingsguard, Larry pretended to be mad about it for 5 seconds, and that was that. So why give this version of the character’s story "closure" with the White Book when he wasn’t even a KG when he died, and it's meant nothing to his character for literally years? 

I'll tell you why. It was a final "fuck you," from D&D to us, to write Brienne pining for a man who chose to die with someone else after deflowering her, honoring him even when her final memory of him is of him being a complete and utter asshole to her. Sure, it’s in character for Brienne to be the bigger person and try to remember the good things about Jaime, write down his legacy, and forget the fact that, just after they’d made love for the last time, he had been possessed by Larry and abandoned her because of shitty writing. But the context behind it, and the framing of it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Considering the way this Jaime has treated this Brienne, and that there was no proof of him caring for her even after he left her by showing that he’d written about her in the White Book — he didn’t even ask Tyrion to send Brienne a message in episode 5 knowing he was either about to leave Westeros forever or die, for fuck’s sake — having Brienne give him this beautiful gift by finishing his White Book page, when he couldn’t have been bothered to give her that gift and, had left her after taking her virginity to get back with his ex, along with showing Brienne write her own rejection by writing about twincest (and worse, romanticizing it, since it’s forever recorded in a book made to immortalize legacies) ... yeah, fuck that. 

And even beyond how it trashes JB, this scene is just not a good ending for Brienne’s character. Why is she merely a tool to end Jaime’s Larry’s ending? She’s a character in her own right, and knighthood is a part of her story and character. Why not show her writing her own page? That’s even more proof that this scene only exists to prop up twincest and ruin Jaime’s character even more, while shitting on Brienne. It’s gross.

My very long-winded (and bitter) point? In the books, the White Book is something that bonds Jaime and Brienne’s relationship through honor and knighthood, because Jaime chose for it to be, and that is important. By writing Brienne’s name in the White Book and recording what she did for him — recorded it permanently on his page, forever and ever, for all the knights that will come after he is long dead to read — he chose to include Brienne of Tarth into his history, something that can never be erased. He shaped their dynamic into something tangible, an undying connection. The White Book is that tangible connection. It symbolizes what ties them together: knighthood. Honor. A warrior’s soul. 

In the show? It’s not about Jaime and Brienne at all. Not really. It’s just a tool for Brienne, as D&D’s mouthpiece, to confirm (i.e. rub in our faces) that their favorite ship, the twincest, was endgame, no matter the cost of storytelling or the character assassination it took to get there, and to remind us that Jaime’s character was destroyed in episode 5. That’s it. 

Since show!Jaime’s relationship with knighthood (and how it ties him to Brienne) was almost as forgotten as the Iron Fleet was by Dany, we shouldn’t have even gotten this scene, written as it was. We should have seen that White Book ruined in the rubble, so that Brienne can make a new one, starting with her name and deeds on the first page (and she mentions Jaime only to say that, before Larry took over his body again, he was the one who knighted her back in episode 2, when his character was still in tact — nothing more, nothing less.) As it is now, it feels like a final "fuck you" to those who shipped Jaime/Brienne, or was a fan of Jaime's book self, or even a fan of show!Jaime finally being allowed to grow as a character (we miss you, episode 2), or didn’t like twincest. But it’s especially a middle finger to Nikolaj and Gwen themselves, who have made it clear that they loved Jaime and Brienne's dynamic (definitely Nik, who has said he’s gotten into countless arguments with D&D over Jaime’s writing.) 

I mean. Guys. I can’t stress this enough. They had Brienne give a lovely eulogy to the man that took her virginity and abandoned her. Then they made her write down her own rejection ... and focused the camera on it. 

Fuck this scene.

Ugh, I'm so irrationally infuriated over this. Like. Jaime died. He died as his season 1 episode 1 self, yes, but he did die. And D&D couldn’t just let him rest. They had to ruin him more. And shit on Brienne, too. It’s all just so fucking gross. I just. I can't.

Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, and Nik and Gwen deserved better. We did, too. But now that this rant-disguised-as-a-meta is out of my system, I can reread JB’s chapters (and enjoy beautiful fanfics/fanart from my talented JB family) to cleanse my palate. 

[swishandflickwit]

Deckerstar — have i told you lately? 1/1

Summary: In which Lucifer gathers his courage and Chloe sees right through him.

Ratings: General Audiences

Words: 666

Warnings: Post-reveal. Established relationship. Good ol’ fashion Fluff.

AN: Title from Have I Told You Lately by Rod Stewart (but I listened to this version for the fic).

This one is for everyone reading this right now. To all my readers—new and old, who stuck by me, through the ups and downs, the weirds and wonderfuls. Ya'll filled my heart with gladness and it was an absolute honor writing for you. This is the most I've ever committed to a project and I can say with absolute confidence that a huge chunk of my motivation came from every comment, kudos and bookmark you gave me.

Consider this my love letter to you.

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“You’re staring.”

“Am not,” he huffs. But the Devil is not as skilled at subterfuge as he likes to believe, raising his book to conceal his face just as their eyes meet.

Case-in-point.

“Right,” she drawls, amused.

She lets him have it for now.

They’re at work when it happens again.

She doesn’t need to look to confirm that his dark gaze is intent on her face. She blushes even as she asks, with admirable nonchalance, “Something on my face?”

This time, when she does risk a glance, it’s his cheeks that are red.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

She smirks.

“Uh huh.”

To conceal his embarrassment, he testily retorts, “Actually, now that you’ve mentioned it, you do have something on your teeth—” he lifts a pinkie to point at his own pearly whites to indicate the approximate location of her presumed gunk, “garishly brown, and utterly unattractive for a woman of your caliber. You better lay off those quesadillas, detective—”

“Asshole,” she grunts, assailing him with a handful of his cool ranch puffs—hypocrite.

She covertly consults her compact, anyway.

Just in case.

“Lucifer’s staring at us,” Ella comments.

“Correction,” Dan flits in, passing her a case file. “He’s staring at Chloe. Been doing it all week, actually.”

The women throw him a startled glance.

“What?” he squawks, affronted. “I pay attention!”

“Something you’re not telling us, Dan?” Chloe ribs.

“Oh, you’re not getting out of this by turning it on me. Besides, he—” he lifts a subtle but pointed thumb in Lucifer’s direction, “—is too far gone for you to pay anyone else any attention.”

“Yeah, Decker. What gives?” Ella hugs her. “You guys okay?”

Chloe pats reassuringly at her back.

“We’re good. Better than, even. We’re great.”

And they really are—so much that there are days when even she can’t believe their luck.

“Then… why does he keep looking at you like he’s both a kicked puppy and a wolf out for revenge?” Dan places his hands on his hips, head tilted in genuine perplexity. Ella withdraws her embrace, only to perfectly mirror his stance so she’s confronted by two bloodhounds ever relentless in their quest for the truth, or rather—all the sordid details of her, admittedly exciting, love life.

“I imagine he’s just psyching himself up.”

“For what?”

They practically salivate.

(Honestly, they’re worse than a couple of suburban soccer moms)

But Chloe just smiles.

In the end, it happens quite by accident.

It’s a school night, and at this point it isn’t uncommon for Lucifer to follow her to her apartment an hour or so after they part ways at the precinct—lugging a bag of groceries to her kitchen, his jacket and waistcoat abandoned, but neatly hung, in her coat closet.

At Trixie’s request, they are making pizza from scratch when an argument evolves on the merits of pineapple on a pizza, in which Lucifer is for it and the Deckers, neutral—until they see how much it riles him up. The better part of the waiting is spent loudly arguing (Lucifer), dissolving into giggles (Trixie) and playing Devil’s advocate (Chloe).

Suffice to say, dinner is burnt.

“Pineapple—not a veritable topping?” he scoffs. “You’re lucky I love you both.”

It’s a quiet mutter. Innocuous and without thought—as if it is simply truth.

His truth.

Trixie’s eyes widen. “Did you just—?”

“Order enough pineapple-topped pizzas to feed an army?”

Lucifer fiddles with his phone, no doubt cashing in a favor as Trixie stares up at him with stunned—albeit amused—awe, and unparalleled affection.

Chloe winks at her while Lucifer protests their conspiring chortles for reasons they refuse to divulge.

It’s when he falls asleep before her, a kiss to his forehead, that she whispers to him.

“I love you, too.”

She’s never needed Lucifer to say it aloud, yet he seems hinged on its importance. But, until he’s ready, his presence is enough. After all—

She all ready knows.

AN: One more fic—and day—to go...

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Supermarine Spitfire Prototype by Willard Womack Via Flickr: SPITFIRE Superlatives abound when one reads about the Supermarine Spitfire. The most iconic, the best fighter of World War Two, the most beautiful on and on, but the one which seems to fit best of all is, “the most adaptable“. It was in production from 1936 until the 1945. Starting with the Mark I it underwent development up to the Mark 24. (England gave all their planes a,” Name“. Then identified later versions as, “Marks or Mk’s and used Roman Numerals, I, II, III, IV up to Mk 21, when they changed to numbers). The genius of the design becomes more and more apparent during the war as each time a need arose Supermarine would come out with an updated Spitfire which would meet the need. The basic Mk I and II were interceptors with limited fuel and range. Designed to attack bombers. The Mk V and IX carried more fuel, some armed with cannons and capable of carrying bombs. A few were fitted with long wingtips and pressurized cockpits for use against high flying photo planes. Others had shorter wingtips and engines set up for low altitude fighting. Engine power went from just over 1000hp to over 2300. While the engine weight followed the same curve, starting at 2020 pounds then up to 3650 with the Griffion engine. Photo Reconnaissance models with no armament, extra fuel, and oil tanks and a drag reduction program were capable of speeds well over 400 miles per hour and a range of 1550 miles. At least one flew with large floats and others, with folding wings, became the Seafire operating from carriers. Designed by Reginald J. Mitchell, the designer of the Supermarine race planes, the roll of developing the many Marks fell to Joseph Smith upon Mitchell’s death from cancer. Upon hearing that the Air Ministry had chosen the name, ”Spitfire”, Mitchell remarked,” That is just the kind of a name they would chose”. The prototype, which first flew in 1936, still had one foot in 1920’s technology. On the nose was a massive eighty-five pound fixed pitch wooden propeller. At the tail, a tail skid. This was replaced with a castering tail wheel on the production models, and appears to have been merely attached to the skid. The wooden propeller was not replaced until the seventy-eighth production aircraft. The canopy was flat, not the bulged Malcome Hood which was adapted later. The fuselage and wing construction were very advanced for the time, making them more difficult and slower to construct. Designed more for hands on construction rather than mass production that would be needed. The thirty foot long fuselage was formed with oval formers, or frames, connected together with longerons and stringers for more stiffness. Then covered with stressed skin giving you a strong oval shape. It was nor overly large and someone once said it was the smallest most streamline fuselage in which you could fit an engine and a pilot. A small door was added to the left side of the cockpit, to aid in entering and exiting. The wing was built around a spar with the top and bottom caps made up of square steel tubing telescoped inside of each other. The most inter tube, of the telescoping set, would extend the entire length of the spar. The others only extended as far as needed with each succeeding one being shorter . If more strength were needed on later Mk’s these shorter tubes could be extended. A web of alloy material between the these two tubes, or spar caps, completed the spar. The entire leading edge was skinned with heavier alloy material than the rest of the wing. When looked at in cross section it formed an elongated “D” shape”, called the “D” Section. This carried most of the wings load. The space behind the spar was taken up by the retractable landing gear and machine gun bays. The elliptical shape of the wing resulted from the need to mount the eight .303 machine guns. This number ,eight, was thought to be the number need to down a bomber with these small caliber guns. One Air Marshal thought four would be enough, but he also wanted it to be an open cockpit plane. In order to keep the wing as light as possible the landing gear was attached to the spar very near the fuselage. Where only that section of the wing spar needed to be strong enough for landing loads. This gave the Spitfire one of it’s more notable features, it’s narrow landing gear. By the time production ended in 1945 over 22,000 had been built. They continued to serve well into the 1950’s, not only for Britain but in many other countries.