#not dead just. pining for the fjords

[dandorime]

Juniper: Yeah, that's right! I didn't! I should totally be alive right now! ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

Phoenix: ...except the whole building blew up afterward. ...(-᷅_-᷄;)

Juniper: So what? You survived it! ৻(•̀ ᗝ•́ ৻)

Phoenix: Only because the elevator was an escape pod in disguise. (•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅;)

Juniper: ...(•̯́ ^ •̯̀)

Phoenix: ...I'm sorry, buddy. (-_-)

Juniper: I don't wanna be deaaaaaaaad ˚‧º·(˚˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅)‧º·˚

I'm being a smartass rn, but Juniper didn't fall 32 stories-

He got electrocuted in the face and hurtled down into an exploding building, I wouldn't be surprised if he got buried by rubble or burnt to death, but like- I see this argument that the fall is 32 stories and nobody could survive that and that's simply incorrect

When looking at the blueprint alone we see that this building has a normal building on the bottom, it's not empty space down to the ground floor.

If we assume that every opening that we go up past at the end of Rising Phoenix is "floor level" then from the prison the heads of state are in to Juniper on the catwalk there's only 6 floors. That's still a massive fall, but there's a HUGE difference between 6 stories and 32 stories. He's falling from 32-26 not 32-1

that's the difference between an 84 foot fall and a 448 foot fall. And that's assuming that he didn't hit anything on the way down. This is a kind of fucked up analogy, but my dad always told me that if you see a toddler falling from a skyscraper, you should try to catch it not because you'll actually catch the toddler, but because you giving the toddler another point of impact before it hits the ground give it a better chance of surviving because you slowed them and diffused some of the force.

So if he hit anything on the way down, the missile, a bit of railing from one of the other floors, anything on the way down, that impact would have been multiple small impacts rather than one big hit on the ground floor. On top of this, after the electrocution we see that he falls backwards, laying horizontal rather than a directly vertical drop.

This too helps in multiple ways, firstly falling with your body horizontal slows your descent and once again adds to your chances of survival and having the impact spread across your whole body rather than one point like your head or your feet also helps.

This is all to say, I know that Schell likely plans on keeping JJ dead, but if you're gonna argue that someone's stupid for holding out hope at least make sure you don't use "he fell 32 stories" as the focal point of your argument. Use the fact that he got electrocuted to the face and was laying on a metal grate in a collapsing building that was actively exploding if you wanna say someone's stupid for hoping he comes back.

and like if Ulanova can survive getting shot, Prism can survive a helicopter crash, Caliente can survive his bee allergy at the hands of hundreds of thousands of bees, and Solaris can survive a fall from space I don't know why Juniper surviving Peace Keeper is so unfathomable, this franchise loves fakeout deaths, but that's a whole other thing.

[kvetchlandia]

Monty Python Dead Parrot 1969

...Mr. Praline: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.

Owner: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue…What's,uh…What's wrong with it?

Mr. Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!

Owner: No, no, 'e's uh,…he's resting. Look.

Mr. Praline: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.

Owner: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage!

Mr. Praline: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.

Owner: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!

Mr. Praline: All right then, if it's restin', I'll wake it up! 'Ello, Polly! I've got a nice cuttle fish for you when you wake up, Polly Parrot.

(owner hits the cage)

Owner: There, he moved!

Mr. Praline: No, he didn't, that was you pushing the cage!

Owner: I did not!!

Mr. Praline: Yes, you did! 'Ello, Polly. Polly! Polly Parrot, wake up! Polly.

Mr. Praline: Now that's what I call a dead parrot.

Owner: No, no…..it's stunned!

Mr. Praline: Look, my lad, I've had just about enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased. And when I bought it, not half an hour ago, you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.

Owner: E's probably pining for the fjords.

Mr. Praline: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that. Look, why did it fall flat on his back the moment I got it home?

Owner: The Norwegian Blue prefers kickin' on it's back! It's a beautiful bird. Lovely plumage!

Mr. Praline: Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.

Owner: Well, of course it was nailed there, otherwise it would have nuzzled up to those bars and VOOM!

Mr. Praline: Look, Matey, this bird wouldn't "voom" if I put four thousand volts through it! 'E's bleedin' demised!

Owner: It's not. It's pining!

Mr. Praline: It's not pinin'! It's passed on! This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed it to the perch it'd be pushing up the daisies! It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!...

[steddieholidaydrabbles]

Week 1 Masterlist

Week one is done and you guys have been doing an incredible job! Whether you pre-wrote and scheduled posts or have been writing every single day, you deserve a hug and forehead kiss!

Please check below for the full masterlist of week one. Check the tags on them (especially for Came Back Wrong day, that was a heck of a round of submissions) and don't forget to support writers and artists by reblogging their work!

DAY 1 - OPEN MIC NIGHT

a bit of tear inducing nerd music by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | no cw | tags: modern au, fluff, lotr references, steve harrington can sing, smitten!eddie munson, nerd!steve harrington

your heart sings to mine by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: alcohol, implied/referenced recreational drug use | tags: mutual pining, idiots to lovers, love confessions in the rain

You Say Bark, I Say Bite by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: language, smoking | tags: pre-s4, pre-steddie, platonic stobin, corroden coffin

checking it twice by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: coffee shop au, modern setting, established relationship

Untitled by @redlegumes | Rated T | no cw | tags: open mic, karaoke, queer bar, holiday season, Christmas

A song for the night by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: pre-steddie

I want you to want me by @sidekick-hero | Rated T | no cw | tags: exes, open but hopeful ending

open mic by @yellowsweater-bluevest (art)

DAY 2 - CAME BACK WRONG

beautiful in all its wrongness by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | cw: kas!eddie, angst, self-sacrificing steve | tags: one-sided crush (or is it?)

hide away by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: mentions of blood, canon-typical violence | tags: vampire eddie munson, emotional reunion, soul bond

sometimes dead is better by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: canon death, monster!eddie, body horror | tags: horror, hurt/no comfort, dark, pet sematary vibes, dead dove:do no eat, post-s4, steve pov

Untitled by @redlegumes | Rated T | no cw | tags: steve harrington has bad parents, found family, christmas cards, holiday cards, return to sender

In the ruins by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated M | cw: apocalypse, off-screen character death, imprisonment, body horror, blood and gore, hurt/no comfort, starvation, vampirism | tags: darkfic, came back wrong, vecna won, unreliable narrator

Break it first by just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated M | cw: mind-control, brainwashing, possessive behavior, referenced character death, aftermath of trauma, aftermath of injury, kidnapping | tags: kas!eddie munson, dark eddie munson

a small surprise by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | cw: steve has bad parents, diet culture | tags: de-aged steve harrington

peppermint chocolate by @cranberrymoons | Rated M | no cw | tags: vampire eddie, morning fluff, established relationship

disoriented and afraid by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | cw: major character death, vampire eddie, dark, dead dove: do not eat | tags: post-s4

ruins of a future once held sure by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | cw: major injury | tags: hurt eddie munson, angst, grief, injury recovery, hopeful ending, pre-steddie, post-vecna

let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one by @sidekick-hero | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, first kiss, kas!eddie

his lips still blue by @klausinamarink | Rated T | cw: hypothermia, supposed character death | tags: established relationship, supernatural/horror vibes

DAY 3 - MUTUAL PINING

Pining for the Fjords by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | no cw | tags: matchmaker robin, monty python references, getting together, kissing, bisexual steve harrington, eddie munson lives

if you call me back by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: angst with a happy ending, mention of being drunk | tags: mutual pining, long distance friends, friends to lovers

Loving from afar by @atimeofyourlife | Rated G | no cw | tags: mutual pining, pre-steddie

Obviously by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: brief period-typical internalized homophobia | tags: dual pov, post-season 4, idiots in love, just make a move already, platonic stobin, eddie and gareth are best friends

Take my hand (we'll make it, i swear) by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated G | cw: steve getting vecna'd, some violent imagery | tags: idiots in love, fluff and angst

speak a little louder by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, flirting, nerds in a basement

Stolen Pine by @redlegumes | Rated E | no cw | tags: idiots in love, pining, christmas tree without glasses, light theft

DAY 4 - MEET CUTE AT WORK

stumbling into you by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: sexual innuendo, semi-public handsy making out | tags: making out, getting together, rock star eddie munson, modern au

Art by @house-of-the-moving-image

Punch me out by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | cw: Blowjobs, dirty talk, slight degradation kink | tags: no UD au, company christmas party, bathroom sex

Get a Grip on Yourself, Munson by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | no cw | tags: transfem stevie harrington, trasnmasc eddie munson, dad eddie munson, everyone's bi, fluff, flirting

Baby, You Can Drive My Car by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: weed, language | tags: mechanic!eddie, business guy!steve, fluffy meet cute

Cats know best by @atimeofyourlife | Rated G | cw: mention of animal injury and amputation | tags: pre-steddie

hey sweetheart by @cranberrymoons | Rated E | no cw | tags: modern au, line cook eddie, waiter steve, hooking up

There can only be one Santa driving a DeLorean by @redlegumes | Rated T | no cw | tags: mechanic au, matching sweaters, bad flirting

Love Over Box Labels by @klausinamarink | Rated G | no cw | tags: modern au, no Upside Down, the romanticisms of working at warehouses

DAY 5 - FREE SPACE (DOMESTIC FLUFF)

never take it for granted, this domestic bliss by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | no cw | tags: domestic fluff, singing, baking

won't ever learn by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, steddie dads

The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated G | cw: one slight mention of PTSD | tags: Post-Vecna, everybody lives, pining, steve harrington has a crush on eddie munson, christmas

A Solid Plan by @thisapplepielife | Rated E | cw: sexual content | tags: established relationship, teamwork makes the dream work, if you build it: he will come, idiots in love, silly sex mishaps, first apartment, flat pack furniture

the scrooge who stole christmas by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw

Breakfast in bed by @atimeofyourlife | Rated G | no cw | tags: established relationship, fluff

DAY 6 - COOKING TOGETHER

powdered sugar nose by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: food as a way to flirt, allusions to sex, fade to black sex | tags: established relationship, fluff, subtle praise kink

Art by @house-of-the-moving-image

Hungry for you by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated M | cw: sexually explicit language | tags: No UD AU, modern au, record shop owner!eddie, restaurant owner!steve, sexual tension, top steve, bottom eddie

Mixing it up (Moving us on) by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | cw: alcohol and drug use, implied chronic pain/illness, angst | tags: fluff

Catch Fire by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | no cw | tags: established relationship, idiots in love, first home, cooking mishaps

Life lesson: Never share a kitchen. by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | cw: angst, ambiguous ending

have a cup(cake) of cheer by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: future fic, rockstar eddie, teacher steve, evil pta moms

Tradition by @maxinemaxmayfield | Rated T | no cw | tags: first kiss, post-s4, getting together, friends to lovers

and they dance by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | no cw | tags: domestic fluff, established steddie

Crepes and Cake Batter by @klausinamarink | Rated G | cw: post-domestic argument | tags: stress baking, hurt/comfort, sad steve

DAY 7 - HANUKKAH

the fifth night by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: non-practicing jewish eddie, getting together, first kiss, flirting

You Know Why by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | no cw | tags: canon divergence post-s4, eddie munson lives, gift giving, mutual attraction, flirting and wooing

Kindling the light by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: jewish steve harrington

[survivalist-anon]

Log 26: "Great, now there's two of them"

The scenic route had calmed the tension between Fjord and Ronnie. The two were discussing on Fjord's misadventures with me in town. I was just simply listening quietly, just giving myself time to think a little.

Walking down the thicket, the smell of wet pine needles had resurrected a recent memory of mine...the first time I saw an Astartes....that....horned one. It's been surreal to see how diverse these guys are so far....but it makes me wonder what else I don't know about their lives...maybe something I shouldn't know.

"-and then, she opens the air lock, and BAM the alien gets sent into space! Man, you really ought to watch it like man. It's a classic.", Ronnie had just finished explaining the whole plot to Aliens, Fjord was listening intently.

"Ay, sounds like a brave guardsman, this... Sigourney. Hmmm...", I've always found it interesting that somethings tap into the minds of others as either fiction or real.

This whole experience has been so unreal, ever since that day....why did it comeback to the very same spot? Considering what has been going on, did grampa have anything to do with that horned Astartes?....or was it just a freak encounter....

Fjord raised his head up, sniffing the air a bit, "ah we're here. Almost in the same spot too.", as the three of us emerged from the tree lining, we were more than 'in the same spot ', we somehow ended up right on the same patch of concrete wall where Fjord was hit with those huge guns.

"I see they have yet to patch up the wall...Ha, laziness I suppose....or everyone is dead.", Fjord casually stated.

"Dead?!", Ronnie exclaimed, "W-what do you mean dead?".

Fjord tilted his head to him, "Well for starters lad, Imperial Fists never leave a job undone. Secondly, for the job of an Imperial Fist to go ud-"

Suddenly, a familiar shout echoed from the other side of the wall.

"PASSWORD!"

Fjord knew exactly who that was, and he was going to take his chance, he gave the both of us a mischievous grin. "YOUR MOTHER!", he heartily shouted.

Ronnie just stood there in amazement. "bruh... really?"

I for one was expecting another shoot out, "if anyone takes out a gun, cover your ears."

"wait they're pack heat??", Ronnie snapped his head towards me.

We could hear the scuffled stomping of metal boots, momentary labored huffing and the unfortunate clicking of someone loading a firearm. I look up and see the world's grumpiest looking mask I have ever seen, it practically had a permanent frown. "WRONG PASSWORD YOU SON OF A- ohh it's y-WAIT WHY DO YOU HAVE TWO OF THEM NOW!?!".

"Oh hey, nice to see you again, please don't shoot us again.", I give a friendly wave hoping he recognizes us from last time.

I could see he was looking at all three us, flabbergasted a bit. ".... DOES ALDERCON KNOW YOU'RE HERE!", he shouted back.

I look to Ronnie to see his reaction, he seems to be getting exited about the situation, a bit scared but he's perked up.

"damn, th-thats a huge gun...", he looks to Fjord's utility belt and sees his piece. "Oooooh...what caliber is that?", he sheepishly asks.

Fjord looks to Ronnie, "ugh .75 I believe, some use bigger shots for bigger targets-", he shoots his head to the fist, "-Ugh no he doesn't know! Surprise visit really!", I could tell the unexpected visit was going to cost us.

The guard was pacing back and forth, grumbling to himself, "ALRIGHT! BUT IM ONLY LETTING YOU IN BECAUSE YOU AND YOUR HANDLER HAVE A HOSTAGE!", he then disappears back from the top of the wall, thudding down the stairs.

Ronnie looked at the both of us, "What the? Hostage??? You guys tricked me or something?!"

"No no, let him think that, just don't make any sudden movements, comments or anything. These guys are like the jughead's back at Tallimook? Yeah, think that but way more serious.", all us then turn our heads to a near seamless door appear at the base of the wall.

"Come on. You will be escorted to Aldercon himself.", he turns to somebody out of our line of sight, "Search the new comer.", is the three of us reluctantly walk through the door way, two other Marines, one blue and another yellow one are standing guard with him.

"Well well well, I had heard that there was a handler chosen after all this time, which one is it? The female or the male?", the blue one coldly asked. "Hmf, the female most likely.... considering the Astartes." The yellow sneered, Fjord had mentioned to me that his group of Marines had always been seen in a bad light...it makes me wonder what is the reality of Space wolves in that case.

Fjord understandably gave a low growl, "you'll show respect for my 'handler'.....", I could practically see his hair stand on end.

Ronnie stuck to me like glue, "dang, this is some intense shit. Also why does one of them looks like Big Blue?".

The one with blue snapped his head towards us, "That showboating fool?! An absolute disgrace to the Ultramarines! Instead of seeking the rest of his chapter, he's gallivanting around....the Codex does NOT allow for such a grievous waste of time.", he groned.

"Hey man c'mon, he's saving lives and stoping some serious crimes in Philly. Shits serious down there. At least he's helping.", I guess Ronnie was a fan of Big Blue than.

I turn to Ronnie and whisper, "please this isn't a time to be brave, these guys are the real deal. Like straight from...where ever they're from.", unlike Fjord, I couldn't read these guys for the life of me. Whether it be their helmets or cadence in their tone....these guys were scary.

"How would you appreciate your soldiers in your homewold's army doing the same thing? Would that not be subordination?", doubling down on his opinion.

"Oh come off it! Besides, we need good rapport with the Earth mortals, I'm certain your primarch wouldn't be too upset about it. After all, he is probably enjoying his new found purpose.", the guard retorts. "Now move it.", returning to his gruff demeanor.

Motioning to the both of us, Fjord turns to us and nods, "do not worry, I'm never out numbered.", shining a mischievous grin.

I genuinely felt safer knowing that at least. I turn to Ronnie to see he was looking around cautiously. "Lorey, did ...did you go through here?"

I shake my head, "no, we went over the wall actually. That's what that big hole was."

"Speaking of which lass, you fists forgot that hole in the wall or something? Or were you all finding a nice frame for it?", he chuckled.

The two fists look at each other with shock, I guess from their perspective there was any hole.

As we walk to the other side, we can see that there was a little more activity than last time. More Marines were walking around, just tending to their own chores and such. There was that friendly marine, Sha'kal, monitoring a group of them, it looks like they're doing some military exercises. As we pass by I could see he glaces back, that smile beaming like always and a friendly.

Funny enough, the other Marines saw that, glanced at our direction to see who he was waving at. One stopped as he was jogging, causing a domino effect while the furthest in the back made a sudden stop.

The both of us winced a little, "Oops, sorry!", I had to apologize.

"Hello Lorey, it is a pleasure to see you and Fjord again! Oh and don't worry, they're fine! Right gentlemen?", as he addressed three of them on the ground getting up, groaning from their own pile up.

Ronnie's eyes were wide open, if it was anymore hammed up he'd rubbing his eyes. "Woah...I...ugh...I thought-".

"That they were all in mechanical suits? No you're half right but that's all muscle down there.", personally, I was enjoying the view.

"...yeah....ugh...they're...huge...all of them...", he glanced at Fjord who waved back Sha'kal, he started to put the pieces together. He leans to whisper, "Are these guys like....super mutant government experiments or something?".

The guard fist snaps his head to him, "Watch it mortal! We're angels of the Imperium.".

"...no idea what angles these guys have seen but ok go off.", Ronnie grumbled.

Off into the distance, Aldercon had finally arrived to the surface from another entrance, he was out of his big, bulking yellow armor and into something more akin to a standard military uniform of a high ranking officer.

"Miss.Drake! I see you have breached our agreement in a record time of 70 hours, 20 mins and 48 seconds. Hmf, calculations correct as always.", he didn't seem too angry but that snide comment of his was a good sign he wasn't too pleased. Makes sense.

He marched right up to Ronnie, immediately intimidating him. Looking at him up and down like newly recruited meat. "....Stand up straight, boy! James has relayed quite a lot about you so I expect the best out of you. So far, you have the stance of a slacker, but I can you have guts, a newly acquired chip on your shoulder to boot .... likely grieving for someone's loss, my condolences....., yet James has told me you have the qualifications of a team leader. Good. Now then.....Miss.Drake why have you breach our agreement in keeping our existence safe?". The stoic tone in his voice was giving me the strangest sense of anxiety...than again.

"It seems we may have a... situation on our hands....one of the rangers from my work place was....killed.", I would imagine the next thing was going to happen was some semblance of a report, hopefully I'm not one filing anything.

Ronnie within every word Aldercon commanded he had stood straight like a soldier, at first it was an immediate response in fear until he heard Jame's name. "Wait hol'up you know James?", he looked Aldercon in the eyes, which was considerably a big mistake.

The Ronnie's colors flushed from his face with a shift of Aldercon's eyes. His knees even started to shake a little.

"....Yes....I do know your boss James. Like Miss.Drake, he was my handler when I had first come to your world.", the look on Aldercon's eyes was one of hatred or anything truly malignant, but it was akin to being starred down but a large animal.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "It's ok Ron, he isn't going to do anything. These guys have a ....rather complex life, trust me they're serious for good reason. But they're not going to hurt you. I promise.". The look of worry on Ronnie's face was telling.

Shaking his head a little, Aldercon than turns to Fjord. "Don't you think you're out of my line of sight fuzzball! That stunt of yours with the law enforcement officer could have cost us.".

Fjord gave an awkward smile, he knows what he did. "Hehe... At least I missed?".

"Come, I believe we need to register our.... reluctant new mortal here.... considering he works close with you and James, I believe it would be wise to have.... extra eyes.", he turned around, heading towards the same entrance we had gone in before.

Loosening up a little now that Aldercon wasn't looking at him, Ron let out a heavy sigh of relief. "Bruh, Lorey...how does he know James?! What the hell is a handler? A-and-", he stopped mid sentence and saw the training group from earlier, it seemed that that were now just taking a quick break and tossing around what looked like a huge football, but I could tell it looked HEAVY. I could even hear the impact of the ball hitting there palms from all the way where we were standing.

I turn to see what he was looking at, "aw, they know how to play football."

The wheels in Ronnie's head were definitely turning, "Lore...these are built different... aren't they".

"yeah, they' are....they definitely are....", I responded.

"......why do....we feel like they're....ugh...", Ronnie couldn't find the words to say without them likely sounding insulting.....but it was probably the same thoughts as me.....

~~~~~~~~

Later, heading down into the fort, I could see Ronnie had begun to feel a lot more awe struck rather than worried.

"Daaaang this place is huge! It's like some secret government agent kind of shit.", his head was looking at pretty much all the same things I had been looking at.

The bustling construction on some of the walls have moved on to other parts of the underground fort.

"Now, 'Ronnie', what you see here has no affiliation with any of your planet's government agencies, national administrations or any corporate or political group. We are our own governing body here.", Aldercon concluded stoically.

The tilt of Ronnie's head was hard to miss, "I'm sorry...did you say 'planet', like....y'all from outer space?".

I remembered that Fjord would sparingly allude to them coming from some other world but to actually be confirmed this by Aldercon is definitely a little bit more heavy. "Ugh, can you better explain that actually? I think this is the first time I'm hearing this too.".

His eyes shifted to view both of us individually, like a mounted camera, he let out a heavy yet strangely gentle sigh for a man his girth.

"If you two will make the assumption that we as the Astartes, warriors and guardians of the Imperium are ....as some would understandable consider us...."aliens"....as per the definition of 'someone from a different/foreign land'....you both would be correct... however -", he leans over the both of us, shadowing us like a great wall.... probably comparable to the fort's concrete wall outside.

"-we....are human.....not Xenos....do you understand me?". His stare would burn holes into our brains if he could....

I nodded my head, I look to see Ronnie nodding his head as well....

"Good...now.... about that rouge marine....", he concluded.

End of log 26

@kit-williams @barn-anon @egrets-not-regrets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @walking-natural-disaster @starfrost740 @squishyowl @sleepyfan-blog @lawnchair86

[charlottemadison42]

Hey! I'm rereading Eden Burning which is delightful (I love the inclusion of the very Good Omens style footnotes in particular), and I had a question - did you have any real world artists in mind for the sounds of Crowley/The Royals and Aziraphale/DiAngelo's music? I was imagining Crowley/The Royals being some kind of cross between Queen and Franz Ferdinand, and DiAngelo being something like Sigur Ros but would love to know what you might have had in mind. Love your work!

Hello hello! I absolutely had real 1980's bands in mind, though there are NO similarities to the actual biographies of the people in those bands.

The Royals are inspired by Queen, because who else? That doesn't necessarily make Crowley a Freddie Mercury equivalent, he's just one of the key front men of a fictional band that brings classical chops, an operatic over-the-top sensibility, and a dark sense of humor to hard rock.

DiAngelo is inspired by Simon & Garfunkel -- and Aziraphale and Gabriel bear no resemblance whatsoever to the real artists behind that duo. But S&G's brilliant, complex, envelope-pushing music that nonetheless has a broad appeal to every demographic (even a rock snob like Crowley) felt perfect for Aziraphale if he was going to become famous as a musician.

You'll be glad to know that this fic is not dead, it's just pining for the fjords, and I do work on the final chapter regularly, including this week -- real life and a good job have just made it very slow going, since I'm a writer who likes to take my time.

Thanks for the ask!

[prince-liest]

Hoo boy you were not kidding, that dove is DEAD dead. That dove is pining for the fjords. It is an ex-dove.

Dead, rotted, radioactive, and fucking taxidermied! Was there ever even really a dove at all, or just a dark red smear on the ground, a bloodied white feather wafting along on the breeze?

[jellydishes]

this dove isn't just dead, it's pining for the fjords!!

[gacmediadaily]

Dan Merchant is a veteran writer, producer, director best known for SyFy’s Z Nation and his documentary feature Lord, Save Us From Your Followers. His latest series Going Home is produced in association with Sony AFFIRM Originals for Great American Pure Flix. 

We don’t like to talk about death in America. Oh sure, we’re fine with death in our entertainment so long as we don’t have to talk about it. We sit entranced as our favorite TV doctors valiantly battle the ultimate foe with Hail Mary surgical procedures and impassioned cries of “Get me 10cc’s of morphine. Stat!” Every existential threat is met with aggressive, decisive action rather than contemplation for as every TV viewer knows there is no greater shame for the TV doctor than to lose a patient (especially one portrayed by a featured guest star). 

That was my conclusion, anyway. Now, my family didn’t do any better when it came to acknowledging death. We didn’t talk about it, even when people died. I grew up going to church and I’d heard talk of heaven but the “Auntie Marge is in a better place now” party line was contradicted by the sad faces and somber mood at her funeral. Puzzling. But at the age of 8, television provided valuable illumination when PBS aired Monty Python’s “Dead Parrot��� sketch: I soon understood Auntie Marge was “no more, has ceased to be, expired and gone to see her maker.” She was, indeed, an “ex-aunt.” Eavesdropping on Michael Palin and John Cleese as they debated death was oddly reassuring and, on quiet nights, I still catch myself “pining for the Fjords.”

Fast forward to present day, I now have the pleasure of talking about death at work every day. The conversations are startling, refreshing and deeply meaningful. I should explain I’m not a grief counselor or a mortician, I’m the creator/showrunner of the tender drama Going Home which follows hospice nurse Charley Copeland (Northern Exposure’s Cynthia Geary) as she walks her clients “home” to their final reward. 

Now in our second season on Great American Pure Flix, Going Home may be the only medical drama in TV history NOT trying to save the patient and that is a surprisingly beautiful thing. At Going Home we talk about death a lot – and not just on screen. We talk about death in the writer’s room, at the table read, after the rehearsals, between takes, at the grip truck, in the make-up room – it seems everybody has a story to share, obviously. We’ve all lost loved ones.  

And while it may sound counterintuitive, Going Home’s hospice stories give life. These stories of hope, grace and compassion are deeply rooted in our shared human experience which is, I think, why they’ve connected so profoundly with our audience. I feel humbled to be telling these kinds of stories, the ones that remind us that we are all the same. I once interviewed SNL legend and former U.S. senator Al Franken for a documentary and he told me: “I like to make entertainment that rewards the audience for understanding how human beings operate.” A worthy goal, right? 

After watching season five of Fargo, I think Noah Hawley would give an “amen” to that. Have you seen the finale? Damn! Spoiler alert: the closing thirty minutes is among the most impactful faith-based content I’ve ever seen. Deeply moving. Hawley earns it too, building all season to this inspiring, scandalous act of “turn the other cheek” forgiveness. The beauty is simply stunning, but that’s what stories of redemption do. Thanks Noah, well done.  

Now, I wish there was a better label than “faith-based.” It’s not very nuanced, which is a shame because it’s been a terrific season for faith-based entertainment; from the box office bonanza of Jim Caviezel’s Sound of Freedom to Dallas Jenkins’ The Chosen debuting their fourth season of the first-ever television series about the life of Jesus IN THEATERS (and THEN going to streaming and THEN to broadcast because, well, give the people what they want) and, finally, Amazon Studios has just announced a bold partnership with Jon Erwin’s The Wonder Project to create “universal stories of love, triumph and spirituality.” 

So, what does Amazon know? Amazon knows everything! They have dimensional consumer-based analytics and those analytics have affirmed what some of us storytellers already knew: there is a huge audience hungry for stories of love, forgiveness, reconciliation… and even death. These stories of hope put life into the world and remind us of who we are to be and, please remember, at the end of the story, love defeats hate. I know it’s true, I just watched it on a television show.

[photosworthseeing]

Hello to the team! Just a question: what about the famous "Selfie Sunday?" is it dead? Cheers

Thank you for your question. Selfie Sunday is currently resting.

And other than the famous parrot in the Monty Python sketch (which indeed has passed on, is no more, has ceased to be, is expired, and gone to meet his maker), Selfie Sunday is actually really just resting. And it's not pining for the fjords, either. (It's no Norwegian Blue, after all.)

Preparing "Selfie Sunday" is always an enormous task that takes a lot of time and effort. Currently, our resources have to be managed quite carefully to keep this blog running.

Will there be another "Selfie Sunday"? Sure. When will we host one again? Expect early summer.

(Even though summer - we've been told - is a good time to visit the fjords. So... no need to put four million volts through us. Selfie Sunday will arise again soon'ish)

[cesperanza]

*humming “when the moon hits your eye” … CEEEEEEEEESperanzaaaaaaa. Godammit.

Thank you for the earworm, Anon, which totes made me smile! :D

[tartlette1968]

The story gets worse, and I'm a little suss about the truth, except that the reports seem genuine enough.

Elon has done some more batshit crazy stuff at twitter, as if he doesn't understand this new normal any more than we do. He keeps on using this extortion thing, "If you treasure your job, best start getting your butt in here and working... and I mean WORKING... or else you can pack your stuff and go."

Unemployment is down, and stress is high enough. So people are going.

Users of twitter aren't too fussed about loyalty, either. With a lot of people staying because they want to watch the place crumble.

He sent out a "Hit 'Yes' if you want to stay" email to all the staff, and then emphasised that they would have to work their arses off. He couched it in terms that tried to make it sound all edgy and challenging, but given that he created the shitty conditions they find themselves in all by himself, people have told him to simply get stuffed.

Now, there is a film from the silent era that has the crew having to knock apart the train carriages to use for burning to keep the steam up. Elon seems to be trying to apply this kind of business model to twitter, with the same kind of outcome.

Frankly, it looks even worse, now, than a week ago, and I didn't think that was possible.

Oh, and I didn't even mention how (recently) ex-staff got trapped in their parking garage. Elon sacked the guy in charge of the security pass system, and then disabled the security pass system.

[yfipdragonage]

YFIP: Isabela

What do you mean you KO’d again

I took my eyes off you for two seconds

We have like a dozen healing potions and Anders set to healbot what the fuck

WHY DID YOU EVEN TAUNT ALL THOSE ENEMIES

TAUNTING IS FOR TANKS AND YOU’RE A GLASS CANNON

WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE THAT LEVER

“Why me? Why is it always me?” I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THAT TOO ISABELA

I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THAT TOO

[call-me-schmidt]

Dead Godwyn actually freaks me out. Like, I know he doesn’t really do anything to you himself - he’s fucking dead, deceased, pining for the fjords, etc. But he’s...there’s a post around about how a dead god is like a whalefall and Godwyn reminds me of that. He’s just there. But his eyes are appearing everywhere in the lands between, and his weird clam face is forming on the backs of crabs; and somehow there’s a second body at one of the further points of the map from his resting place, and...fuck, for all intents and purposes he might as well be set dressing. This bastard doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, doesn’t directly interract with you - but I can’t shake the feeling that not only does he percieve the Tarnished, he sees me on the other side of the screen.

[delirious-comfort]

Beau's nestled in between Jester and Yasha, which is both a dream come true and her worst nightmare.

Yasha is closest to the exit of the dome. Ready to bolt at any moment. Although, lately there hasn't been much running. She's even mentioned how The Mighty Nein feel like her family. Perhaps it's time to file it away as growth on Yasha's part and to stop herself from thinking of it as one of Yasha's defining traits.

Yasha also isn't wrong. They are a family now. Just an incredibly fucked up one where mostly everyone is pining for, well… everyone.

Jester pines for Fjord. Although, that's no longer entirely correct. After the whole Avantika debacle, Jester has become more quiet and reserved as far as her affections for Fjord are concerned.

Of course there's the whole, 'Jester Thrives On Attention From Everyone' thing. It makes sense, growing up as isolated as she has. She's sure they all feel that same sense of sorrow for Jester. Not pity. Never that. Just a deep sense of wanting to protect Jester's inner child, especially when she comes out to play with The Mighty Nein.

There is something very innocent about Jester, an essence that hopefully will never go away. But she can only imagine how confusing Jester's feelings for Fjord must be, when all she had as an example for relationships are the ones the Ruby of the Sea has had.

Fjord most likely pines for Jester too, but is nowhere near ready to admit it. She's pretty sure his feelings come from somewhere deep within him and he will not give his heart away unless he is absolutely sure that he is ready to do so and on his own terms. Perhaps everyone is like that, though

They'll make a good couple, she thinks. When they are ready. They have so much time to figure it out.

It does mean that her own pining for Jester will never go anywhere. She's pretty sure that Jester will forever hold a tiny piece of her already tiny heart either way.

Caleb had said once that he has a tiny crush on Jester. It's a strange concept to her. Not the crushing on Jester part. That part is easy. Caleb is just nothing like Jester. But perhaps that's where the admiration comes from. Jester is free in every thinkable way. Caleb is locked in his own brain. They'll help him fight his way out, but his path will never lead to Jester.

Then there's Caduceus. She's confident the only thing Caduceus pines for is a nice cup of dead people tea and a good conversation with the Wildmother. It's entirely fair enough. It seems simple and peaceful. Just like him.

She's not entirely sure who Nott pines for. She always thought it was Caleb, but then Nott had said that their relationship was that of parent and child and that she was the parent. Maybe Nott is the only one who isn't actively pining for a fellow member, and is just entirely pining for some juicy piece of seagull to devour.

The thought of Nott pining for seagull makes her snort and when Yasha gives her a gentle shove against her shoulder, she stiffens.

"Ssh. Go to sleep."

Yasha's voice settles itself deep within her own skin. It's sleepy and dark. She wants to wrap it around herself like a blanket. Feel its comfort and carry it with her throughout the day as if its her most priced possession.

Ah. Yasha.

She doesn't know if Yasha pines for anyone. If she does, she keeps it to herself, just like she does most things.

Still, when Yasha's hand moves from her shoulder to her waist and rests there, she inhales deeply and lets herself dream.

They really should have called themselves The Mighty Pine.

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Well, my internet is back. Did I miss anything? LOL

Nah, to be fair, the whole ex-queen pining for the fjords thing** isn’t really a big deal for me.

I am utterly baffled by monarchs, and why anyone would want one. I’d be totally for a revolution if I were in country with one, but I’m not. I’m American, so it’s not really my business. And I also can’t really celebrate deaths, at least if the person isn’t utterly evil.

So if you told me the UK was getting rid of royalty I’d give a little cheer, but just hearing some little old lady died isn’t.

Honestly, today I was a bit more excited about finding a nickel that popped out of the asphalt in a parking lot . Weird as it sounds, a dead queen means less to me personally than a free 5 cents half caked in paving.

I will say, my father, who seemed to have no more love of royalty than me, DID say something nice about her once. He was more than a decade younger than her, but could remember when she became queen. Ready for what he said? “She was cute back then”.

So that’s it for my thoughts on the whole thing. “Sorry for your loss” to those grieving, “down with the monarchy” to those not, and “ooooh, squirrel!” ***to myself.

**Sorry, watched Monty Python at a very young ages and the dead parrot sketch is my brain’s default around death.

***I didn’t see really just see a squirrel, but I am just as easily distracted by my personal environment and “Owwww, my ankle” or “hey, a dead snake” that would be more accurate at the moment don’t sound as nice.

[dragonofeternal]

Okay I know I just reblogged this but your tags on this addition op??????

#Like#this will have its own post someday#But Legato power being the ability to violently strip someone of their autonomy#When he was a victim of sexual abuse his whole childhood#KNIVES BEING REAL RAPY TOWARD HIS BROTHER IN FRONT OF LEGATO AND EVEN BREAKING LEGATO SPINE IN THE SAME SCENE#They ARE the horrors™#The worst of the worst#The most brutal result of fear and trauma

AND THESE ONES FROM @hundredsspoons???

#Legato is the most damning sin of Knives imo#because Legato is so much like Vash#in the sense that he gives all of himself away to what he loves#more so in stampede I guess but even in the manga he keeps telling vash to look after himself#to put himself first#but he takes advantage of that same love in legato#more than anyone he the most dangerous kind of person to people like Legato and Vash

I'm dead, I'm slain, I am an ex-parrot, pining for the fjords, I have to go lay down and have feels about this for mmmm the next decade or so at least. Perhaps two, see if I can't grow myself a new body to not be dead anymore.

Do you ever think about the fact that everything Knives wanted from humanity as a kid, love and acceptance and 'sharing the same heart',

All this, he got from Legato and yet he still mangled him and left him to die at the hand of his own brother.

Legato wanted so bad for him to see him as an equal, the same way Knives wanted humanity to see him as one AND YET.