#operation shingle

[carbone14]

Nashorn 121, 131 et 231 du 525e Bataillon de chasseurs de chars lourds (Schwere Panzerjäger-Abteilung 525) – Bataille d'Anzio (Opération Shingle) – Campagne d'Italie – Anzio – Italie – 1944

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

is somebody gonna match my freak? (I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.)

[shakespearesdaughters]

“I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.

I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home.

I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try.

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.

I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.” ― Lemony Snicket

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

What I don't think I've said before is that my agency is a law enforcement agency and we do similar investigations to this

I work on the side of law firms coming in to do internal investigations - particularly in the UK. You obviously know what you’re talking about, but I just want to reaffirm for the anon and other readers that it’ll take months.

Organisations sometimes unknowingly open Pandoras box when they start an investigation like this, because all kinds of misconduct they had not known about must now also be dealt with. That makes the deadlines even more squishy.

Would love to have your take on the national security aspects to the PoW’s diagnosis and continued treatment. I bet H&M is going to want to find out more information too, which fits in nicely on your recent posts around him being a security risk (I’m the Pegasus anon and highly enjoyed them).

Very old ask from March 22nd.

So now knowing that Kate actually did have cancer, was seriously ill, and was also downplaying her diagnosis and condition, that changes my thinking a little.

I do think one of the reasons they've been very careful with Kate's diagnosis and treatment is because of the national security impact. For instance, if Kate's actual treatment was publicly known - she goes to chemo on these days, she's being treated at this hospital, her drugs are X, Y, Z - then a bad actor or a threat can absolutely do some damage. They can taint the medical supply, they can call paparazzi to the hospital, they can sneak cameras into the treatment center, they can stage an emergency that takes resources away from the oncology unit.

If the type of cancer Kate had or the chemo treatment she was undergoing meant she needed to be a on a specific diet and if that was known, then obviously someone could try to send her a tainted gift basket or they have a spoiled product that they give to a known Wales associate (like a Turnip Toff or a Middleton friend) and they pass it on to Kate (which is how Pippa used to merch sometimes, in early Cambridge days) who doesn't suspect anything because that person is cleared by RPOs. And this is something that the BRF is actually concerned about - I read somewhere once that they don't accept food products or food gifts and if any is given to them on walkabout or engagements, it's immediately tossed.

Now let's think about that hack/unauthorized access to Kate's medical files back in March. What could someone do with that information? Well, aside from her diagnosis, her symptoms, her treatment plan, they could learn who her doctors and care team are and go after them - stalk them, harass them, blackmail them, endanger their families, etc. They might also learn where Kate's pharmacy is or other private medical information like maybe if she had any miscarriages, what other medications she might be on, what her allergies are, her parents' medical history, etc. and all of that is something that a bad actor can exploit to their advantage, everything from exposing Kate to her allergen to killing her doctor and assuming their identity to treat her.

Not to mention the fact that anyone who goes through a major operation like Kate did in January and who goes through chemo becomes incredibly immunocompromised. All they have to do is get someone with COVID or a flu or shingles or some other kind of biotoxin or contagious illness next to Kate and her condition worsens.

(Just a quick aside her to remind everyone that someone who's immunocompromised from chemo the way Kate is isn't going to be frolicking in the woods with people who aren't in her bubble. Michael and Carole are in the video because they're in Kate's health bubble. Charles and Camilla aren't in the video because they aren't in Kate's bubble and they're not in Kate's bubble because Charles has his own bubble because he's also immunocompromised from his own cancer and his own treatment and no one wants to risk Charles or Kate getting worse because of something "crossing over" from one person's treatment into the other's.)

And what happens if you take Kate out of the picture? We're not killing her here - we're just saying she becomes incapacitated or sidelined in some way. But take Kate out of the picture, now all of a sudden you have the entire future of the monarchy at risk. William becomes vulnerable. George becomes vulnerable. Charlotte and Louis become vulnerable. We're not talking about their physical security or their physical well-being here; we're talking about their mental and emotional health and as we've seen in Harry, that -- in the hands of the wrong person -- becomes incredibly dangerous. And since William is the next king and George the future king, that 100% is a matter of national security.

It is all farfetched, it does sound Bondian, but that's what national security is. It's considering every single possibility that could happen, assessing how likely it could happen and what kind of impact would come from it happening, and mitigating as much of that as possible.

So how do you mitigate the threat to national security posed by Kate's health crisis? You don't tell anyone the specifics. You keep it private. You downplay it to the best of your abilities.

Now, specific to the Sussexes, and why William and Kate (or even the RPOs or even the BRF) wouldn't want them to know the whole truth of her condition and health, it's absolutely all the shadiness that the Sussexes are involved with. There's rumors of Russian support. We know they have microphones and Netflix cameras with them all the time. We know that the Sussexes are boundary-stomping privacy invaders who blab about every tiny morsel of information they get - or don't get. We know that the Sussexes want to be King and Queen of people's hearts, King and Queen of culture, and the actual King and Queen of the UK, the realms, and the Commonwealth.

If something happens to Kate, then Harry and Meghan aren't even waiting in the wings; they're already running on stage with their plastic crowns. And I think they know that, because without Kate, William's attention turns 100% to the children, which leaves an opening for Charles to bring Harry back and we know that Harry won't come back without Meghan. So if Harry and Meghan are both back, then they become even bigger red flags to the monarchy and the BRF because they're also bringing the damage of the last 5 years - grudges from 2018/2019, the alleged Russian supporters, Oprah, Netflix cameras, Sussex Squad, all their crony kiss-ass reporters, etc. Bad, bad, bad news all around. You might as well turn the Buckingham Palace throne room into a gift shop now because the second Harry and Meghan are back in, they're selling the monachy to the highest bidder - but will it be Oprah? Will it be Netflix? Will it be any Russians? Will it be Nacho? Will it be QVC and the Home Shopping Network? Will it be Penguin Random House?

So not telling Harry and Meghan anything about what Kate's doing isn't just national security best practices; it's complete and total self-preservation of the monarchy for George. Because if Meghan was able to do that to Harry, imagine what she and Harry can both do to William and George together when William and George's world has been totally rocked and shattered.

Edit: added some clarification. I mention COVID here as an example of someone with an illness who could seriously worsen an immunocompromised person's health. I'm not debating COVID vaccinations, protocols, or precautions and any more comments/replies about COVID will be removed.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

💄🌙🌌

i just got a new lipstick the other day 😍 tbh this is something that’s been on my mind for so long 🤤

(and tbh i really wanted to make it so much longer but i had to remember it was supposed to be blurbs i was writing 😂)

Eddie always loved it when you showed him your new makeup.

The pretty blushes that always gave you a little more color. The shimmery eyeshadow that brightened your eyes. But his favorite thing without a doubt was seeing the new lipsticks you bought.

And you always let him test them out with you to see if they were a good fit. Thank god you went out shopping today.

You had gotten another gorgeous shade of deep red, Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off of your lips all night. It hadn’t budged all night, even through dinner and a few sneaky make out sessions as you had wandered the mall. He was just happy he didn’t have to constantly be wiping away lipstick stains. This one may have been the perfect one.

“Alright gorgeous,” Eddie said as he opened the van door for you, “it’s lasted pretty good so far. Want to head up to our spot and give it one final test?”

You smiled as he shut your door,

“Of course! We have to make sure it’s perfect.”

He ran over to the drivers side and quickly got in, pulling out of the mall parking lot just as the sun had started to set, the sky changing to shades of gold and orange.

Eddie drove down the familiar path to your spot, and you couldn’t wait to see the view when you got there. It was always absolutely gorgeous at this time of night. A hilltop view of Hawkins, all the bright lights shingling beneath you as the stars twinkled above. Such a romantic spot, you never got tired of seeing it.

He parked the van in the same spot as always, backing up a few feet away from the edge for the two of you to get the best view of everything.

You both had left your seats and Eddie opened up the back doors, both of you taking your seats in the back against the little makeshift bed you had made. Soft scattered pillows and blankets and some battery operated lights and candles to make sure you weren’t in complete darkness. Eddie placed his arm around your shoulder and you leaned into his side, placing your hand onto his thigh as you looked out across town.

“You know,” You said to Eddie as your hand slowly moved up and down his thigh, “I never get tired of coming up here.”

“Me either,” You looked out across the sky, admiring the twinkling lights you’d seen so many times before, and yet it still felt like the first time you ever saw them, “it’s always so beautiful…”

Eddie looked down to you and swooned seeing the beautiful look on your face. So entranced with the view. He placed a quick kiss to your temple,

“You’re beautiful.”

You giggled,

“That was a little cheesy…”

“It was, wasn’t it?” He laughed with you and you settled into the bed in the back, laying yourselves against the pillows resting all along the back of the front seats.

Eddie’s arm slowly moved over your arm, bringing you closer into him, your arm draped over his stomach and your leg across his. He moved his other hand to carefully hold onto your thigh, his thumb tracing little patterns onto your skin. You could tell he was getting needier by the minute.

You glanced over to his watch to check the time as the sun set completely, the dark sky only making the lights below seem brighter. 9:48 pm.

“Eddie?” You asked as you looked up to him, your hand over his heart, feeling the soft beating getting faster as you said his name. How adorable.

“Yes, my love?” He was staring down directly at your painted lips. You could feel him adjust his body under you, the groin of his pants feeling tighter against him as it pressed into your leg. You knew exactly what he wanted.

“Ready to test this lipstick?”

“God, i thought you’d never ask-“ He sat up quickly and you giggled watching him struggle with the button and zipper of his pants. You loved how eager he always was.

You reached over and closed the back doors of the van and once you looked back Eddie had been laid back against the pillows, one hand behind his head and the other slowly stroking his cock. Already standing stiff, rock hard, no doubt from having you so close to him.

You slowly crawled between his legs, giving gentle kisses across his thighs and giggling each time you felt him twitch. You stared up to him with your sweet doe eyes and lowered your lips down, giving a gentle kiss to the tip, smiling as soon as you heard a groan escape his lips,

“Baby, please…” His chest was already heaving and his jean jacket had been tossed aside, the band shirt he had on underneath was scrunched just above his bellybutton.

Your eyes stayed on him and he watched your lips part, softly wrapping around the head and gently suckling, your tongue swirling little circles over it just to tease him further. Too much teasing always pushed him over the edge and that’s exactly what you wanted. You needed him to be aggressive. You needed him to be Eddie.

With one last gentle lick you could feel his fingers move through your scalp, collecting the hair at the sides of your head and holding it all back for you, not wanting you to get any messier than he was planning for. He carefully yanked your hair back to make you look up at him, leaning forward and looking into your eyes,

“Mouth. Open. Now.”

You nodded and did as he said, opening your pretty painted lips for him as he moved your head back down, carefully sliding his cock between your lips. A familiar feeling that you never tire of.

The head pressed against your tongue as it slid further down your throat before he pulled your hair taut, carefully pulling himself from your lips,

“Think you can get used to it quickly baby?”

You nodded once more, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips just thinking about the next few moments. Your hair gripped in his hand, his cock thrusting into your throat, and your nice pretty lipstick leaving little marks and streaks all along his groin.

It made your mouth water just thinking about it. And Eddie could see that too, smirking as he lowered your lips back down and slowly bobbed your head up and down his length, keeping a slow steady pace to let you adjust.

“That’s it baby girl, think you can take more?” He asked you through gritted teeth, doing such a good job holding back from losing himself. You looked up to him with a gaze that he knew meant ‘yes sir’. You even batted your eyelashes up at him to really let him know he was exactly what you wanted.

Your hands were placed gently onto his thighs to keep yourself balanced and you had a quick gasp of air leave your lungs as he plunged himself into your throat. You gagged, the tip of his cock just barely grazing over your reflex, and you could feel the tears pricking your eyes when you heard a little chuckle escape Eddie’s lips.

He could see the brand new lipstick you were wearing plastered all over your lips, messy and smeared, a few streaks on your cheeks and he could see the same colored stains on his cock. His favorite little touch had to be the spot right at the base of his cock, the perfect imprint of your top lip left behind.

“I think this is my new favorite color on you sweetheart…”

tags: @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @gvf23

[joytri]

I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.

Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

[whitetaileddeer]

Extracts from Gio’s diary.

a little transcript in case my handwriting is too terrible:

august 2021 (before first breakup with aaron)

you are expanding and constricting in blues and purple, bruised lungs, beaten and deoxygenated above me. me, trapped in your ribcage. i feel like the body who’s spleen i sleep on had swallowed a stone, and i’m just rattling around your torso.

i wish i was buried between someones vertebrate but theres no one around to eat me. i dont think im a very a pretty stone, maybe id be more edible if i were smaller or if i were a kinder stone. i dont think people would care that i was hard to swallow then. But im not a pretty stone and im not a smart stone so they feel every scratch as i drag myself down their oesophagus.

I think it would be better if people got operations and surgeries to remove me anyway. i dont want to be in there anymore, i want to turn faster and farther in between their organs so they take me out. i dont really want them anyway. i want to be a stone on the shore, i dont think id be on a shingle beach. i dont know if there are any stones anymore, i think im the last to be removed. ive been feeling sick a lot more recently, my heart beats so fast and heavy in my chest. it shocks me

i think sometimes its easy to forget im alive, im just going through the motions

october 2021 (just moved schools)

“I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth / I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself”

I cant begin to understand him, his heart is pouring out love for everyone that passes him, how could he feel more connected to uncaring strangers than uncaring nature? the stranger chooses not to care, chooses to loathe and anger, nature has no say in it. It creates storms and tsumanis and fells trees and cleaves land in on itself through no fault of it own, through no choice. Maybe the stranger doesnt have a choice either, maybe that is nature, a passage of self and outward destruction writen into genes and dna and into lines of bark and blades of grass. Maybe its nature not to care, but that makes me too sad to believe. and anyway, if i was to be hurled into an uncaring sea or an uncaring crowd of strangers, id ask to be ploughed against rocks and turn sea foam pink, i dont like strangers.

I need to stop thinking about that stupid passage about his stupid abundance of understanding. I need to read something else, probably do some homework or something.

[captain-price-unofficially]

A German plane is shot down during Operation Shingle, the Allied landings at Anzio, Italy. 22 January 1944

[kittysdiary]

Chapter 4: Medical Esthetic Procedure Contraindications



So you’re considering getting some medical esthetic procedures done. That’s hot! But before you schedule an appointment or consultation here’s a quick guide of contraindications to be aware of!!

What is a Contraindication?

A contraindication is a condition we look for in the medical field that serves as a reason to not continue forward with a medical treatment due to potential harm the treatment may cause to a patient!

Laser Hair Removal:

Herpes and Cold Sores: Can you get laser hair removal with herpes or cold sores? Yes! But only if there is not an active breakout. We do warn the clients that the lasers we use are powerful enough to cause a herpes or cold sore breakout to occur so please proceed with caution!

Retinol: Use of Retinol’s are a huge no no! It can cause severe damage, burning or scaring if a laser is used! If you are on Retinol please stay off of it for 1 week before your laser hair removal procedure.

Seizures + Epilepsy: If you have a history of epilepsy please refrain from getting any laser or light treatment as it can induce seizures.

Bacterial Skin Infections: Infections can spread to other parts of the body if a laser is used.

Impetigo: This highly contagious superficial skin infection is something we as your medical esthetician should be aware of before continuing with treatment.

Cellulitis: This infection of the dermis and subcutaneous tissue should be cleared before you continue with any laser or light therapy.

Folliculitis: Laser treatments are not performed in areas of folliculitis but several hair removal lasers have been approved by the FDA for pseudofolliculitis barbae treatment.

Fungal Infections: Ringworm and Yeast Infections can not be treated with laser or light therapy until cleared.

Viral Infections: Active viruses are considered major contraindications for laser and light therapy.

Shingles: If there is an active outbreak laser treatment will not be used.

Common Skin Warts (HPV): Although some lasers are used to remove persistent warts, they are still considered contraindications.

Atopic Dermatitis (Eczema): You will not be disqualified as a candidate for laser treatment, unless the outbreak is in an area of proposed treatment.

Open Lesions, Rashes and Sunburns: This includes open lesions from picking at the skin. Any unknown lesions or rashes will be considered contraindications. Sunburns are known to disrupt the skin barrier and are considered contraindications. Any suspicious lesions should always be evaluated by a physician prior to treatment.

Accutane: You must be off of Accutane for at least six months to a year, depending on a physician’s  preference prior to treatment with laser or light therapy.

Immediate Post-Operative Face Lift, Blepharoplasty or Neck Lift: Treatment is avoided for clients who are in post op from these treatments until a physician has given approval for laser or light treatment. 

Pregnancy and Lactation: Pregnancy and lactation are considered contraindications women who are pregnant or lactating, should wait after pregnancy + breastfeeding so a child will not be exposed before beginning or continuing laser or light treatment. 

Laser Tattoo Removal:

Laser tattoo removal shares the same contraindications as laser hair removal.

Red Tattoo Ink: Red tattoo ink is known to be allergenic. If you have experienced an allergic reaction to red tattoo ink, be aware that another allergic reaction may occur if a red ink tattoo is being removed by laser. 

Retinol + Accutane

Pregnancy and Lactation

Bacterial Infections

Viral Infections

Fungal Infections

History of Epilepsy or Seizures

Open Skin Lesions, Sunburns and Rashes

Microneedling:

Herpes + Coldsores: Please wait until an outbreak is fully healed! Estheticians can avoid microneedling the mouth area if you do have an outbreak but it is best to wait until the outbreak is fully healed to avoid any spreading.

Active Acne: Areas of active acne can be skipped over but if there is an all over outbreak it is best to wait.

Rosacea: Clients with vascular rosacea can receive treatment, but not pustular or nodular rosacea wait until the information has settled.

Atopy, Asthma, Hay Fever and Allergies: Any patient with a history of allergies maybe prone to urticaria, after needling due to the release of histamines.

Anticoagulants: Any supplements, known to prolong, bleeding time, may not necessarily be discontinued from treatment, but the risk of bruising increases.

Drugs and Supplements Associated with Photosensitivity: Any drug and supplement that can cause photosensitivity including Accutane is considered a contraindication. 

Fitzpatrick III and Above: Those with darker skin tones are not disqualified from treatment but it should be known that skin will appear puffy, bruising, if present might be visible in thin skinned areas and erythema (skin redness)  when super-imposed on brown, appears much darker. Patience with melasma or post. Inflammatory hyperpigmentation must understand that lesions will appear darker for several months before improving.

PSA: There are certain ingredients to avoid using when it comes to dermal needling. Ingredients to avoid include preservatives, fragrances, emulsifiers, emollient acids, dyes, coloring agents, and UV filters 

Before receiving a dermal needling treatment, you may be asked by your provider about allergy or medication, history, blood pressure/medication, bleeding disorders, eczema, psoriasis, immune system disorders, keloid, scarring, major illnesses, heart conditions, anemia and a lot of other general medical questions.

Body Contouring

Pregnancy and Breast-Feeding

HIV/AIDS

All forms of Cancer

Undergoing Chemotherapy

Immunodeficiency

Lupus

High Blood Pressure

Uncontrolled Diabetes

Keloid Scarring

Excessive Pigmentation

Vein Inflammation

Steroid Medication

Chemical Peels + Laser Resurfacing

Sunburn

Recent Surgery or Scars: Wait 6 months

Open Lesions, Skin Diseases, Inflammation, Varicose Veins, Infection, Metal Implants, Metal Screws, Metal Contraceptive Coil + Prothesis/Silicone Implants: Area will be avoided

Antibiotics: Must wait until completed medication course

Depilatory Creams: Wait 2 weeks

IPL or Laser Treatment: Area that received laser or light therapy must wait 2 weeks before receiving body contouring.

Areas with Botox: Wait 3 months before receiving body contouring.

Areas with Dermal Filler: Wait 2 weeks before receiving body contouring.

Sun Tan: Will be avoided

Chronic Inflammation: Speak with your healthcare provider before proceeding forward with a body contouring treatment.

PSA: Before receiving body contouring, your hydration levels will be checked your body must be 40% or higher for your hydration level. Hydration levels below 40% can cause cat like scratch sensations when receiving body contouring. Which is why low levels of hydration are considered a contraindication and you must wait until your hydration levels are at 40% before receiving treatment.



[luckystarinsky]

“I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it.

I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home.

I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.

I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try.

I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively.

I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”

— Lemony Snicket

[dancemachinetrait]

September 19th, 1910- Letter extract, Daisy Gillespie to Clem Gillespie

Mother and Mrs Yates are telling everyone the two of you have gone to take up a secretarial course. I know you’d be amused that they’ve finally found common cause. It’s certainly the first time I’ve ever seen them co-operate.

Things are strange here. I think Mama suspects I know where you are, but she won’t ask me- at least, not directly. That’s a relief as I’d find it hard to tell her a direct untruth. 

The most important news is that Jem was accepted into Brindleton College on a full scholarship! Mama has told everyone in the village a dozen times over and took him into Greater Windenburg to have his uniform fitted, even though he doesn’t start for almost a year. Papa has been telling him he mustn’t grow another inch, and Jem has resolved to give up his bedtime glass of milk ‘in order that I shan’t grow any more’ (although I think this is only an excuse as you know he hates milk).

Mama made Jem walk up and down the parlour in his uniform to show us all. Biddy fell about laughing and got sent upstairs and Papa hummed Burlington Bertie, which made me think of you. I couldn’t help but think of what you would have said. It does seem silly to make a ten-year-old boy wear a top hat, but then I suppose I don’t know anything about being a gentleman.

I’m glad there is a little while until Jem leaves. It will be strange when it’s just me and Biddy. I know she’ll miss Jem, too- the two of them are thick as thieves. Of course she will be starting at the village school next year as well. That will be a relief really. She was always headstrong, but since you left lately she’s become a bit of a terror. She got a tin of molasses out of the larder and by the time Mother found her half of it was in her hair and wouldn’t come out! You’ve never heard such ructions. In the end Mother had to cut her hair quite short and she cried bitterly at first, but I showed her some fashion plates of little girls with shingled hair from one of my magazines and told her none of the village girls had anything a bit like it, and that perked her up in no time. It really does look pretty on her, but then she always was the prettiest of us. I suppose you won’t mind me saying that, now that you…well, you know. 

Perhaps showing her the magazines worked a little too well. This afternoon I caught her walking up and down the pasture wall with a book on her head, and when I asked her what she was doing she said she was practising to be a mannequin for the House of Worth.

The village is much the same as ever. Paul Farber and Sybil Copeland were married last Sunday. Myrtle was head bridesmaid and looked like thunder. I suspect she’s chafing that Sybil is married before her, and her not even engaged. I think she and Justice Bowlinger have had a lover’s quarrel; she hasn’t been boasting about him nearly as much lately.

Eli has been teaching me songs in Yiddish (his mother’s language) and Ladino (his father’s). I’d never heard either before. I’m sure I make an awful mess of them, but he’d never say so. He’s begun calling me Margeritke, which means daisy, after one of the songs. Daisy is such a prosaic name, the sort of name you give to cows, but Margeritke seems quite different.

He laughed a good deal when I showed him your picture, but he swore he wasn’t making fun. He said you looked more natural in men’s clothes than you ever did in skirts.

I must go to bed now; I have to be up early to milk Betsy. Oh! and I enclose a portrait of Jem in his uniform. Mama had so many copies made, I don’t think she’ll miss one.

Your loving sister,

Daisy

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[montecristohq]

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐏 — 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨.

MONTE CRISTO .

monte cristo is a ghost town northwest of monte cristo peak in washington . the town was active as a mining area for gold & silver from 1889 to 1907 , and later became a resort town that operated until 1983 . following disastrous flooding of the road in december 1980 , and the decision not to make bridge or road repairs , the lodge closed for good . it burned under suspicious circumstances in march 1983 . people who hike to the monte cristo ghost town have reported voices yelling into the void , the sound of chopping wood , footsteps inside the cabins , the sound of hoarse laughter from the center of camp , and even apparitions that seem to shapeshift amongst the trees .

THE FISH LADDER.

ebbing off from a majestic waterfall, the fish ladder runs along the edge of the river. the incredible power of these falls have generated over the years, & the spring that flows through this narrow section of river is thunderous. however, the falls gradually become a turbulent stretch of thrashing whitewater. if you visit at lower flows you'll see the evidence of this power in the riverbed's smooth and sculpted granite. incredibly, a 240-foot tunnel was blasted out of the granite to allow the fish to access the fish ladder. built in 1954, they constructed what was at the time the world's longest vertical baffled fish ladder to provide salmon with an opportunity to reach the 30 miles of river above the falls.

OLD TRACKS & TRAIN BRIDGE.

the everett and monte cristo railway was built to transport gold & silver ores from mines in the central cascade mountains to a smelter in everett, washington. the first train reached what became the town of monte cristo in august 1893. however, the mining boom ended in 1903 as the failure of the railway to maintain service to monte cristo in the face of floods, landslides, winter snows, fires, and other disasters led to collapse of the industry. the railroad found a second set of customers among the timber companies. the everett and monte cristo tracks gave access to large areas of virgin forest, so the railroad was used to move raw logs down to existing mills. as the railway pushed further into the woods, new sawmills and roof shingle mills were established, and finished lumber and shingles were also shipped out by train. tourism was a part of the business from the beginning of the railroad. the mountain scenery was then and still is an attraction. a resort hotel, the inn at big four, was opened in 1921 along the rail line for guests who wanted more than a day trip to the mountains.

DWELLINGS.

maybe of the cabins are locked up, but old tools belonging to workers of the original township are still scattered about. these small buildings are less than half a mile from the main town & were mostly used as workshops and storehouses. *this will be the base camp. room assignments are as follows : kody + isla. reeve + kingston. milo + thomas. eliza + camille. muses are welcome to re-assign rooms or move thorugh in-character interactions.

THE GHOST TOWN.

the town survived as a tourist destination for several decades after its initial decline, but the county road was flooded out in december 1980, and the only remaining business in town, a lodge, burned down in 1983. that same year, a nonprofit group called monte cristo preservation association stepped in to save and restore the historical site ( cleanup of arsenic and other toxins left behind began in september 2012 and was mostly completed in 2015 ). notable buildings: the inn, the general store, the saloon.

THE MINES.

there are eight known mines surrounding the area of monte cristo : mystery, new discovery, pride of the mountains, pride of the woods, golden cord, comet, justice, and rainy mines.  some mining tunnels are dilapidated and unstable, making the traversing of them a daunting task.

ABANDONED HOMES.

MOUNTAIN CAVE.

[felidaefatigue]

:-0

i just discovered my ortho/dentists might ha e fucked up one of my glands in my jaw. or also likely that that one?two? time(s) I had shingles on it cause shingles can cause hella nerve damage. but i.. think the opposite side is worse so hard to say. ive had hella teeth removed tho.

i just finished eating and i was like haha isnt it weird how sometimes when i eat my face gets REALLY FUCKING HOT for seemingly no reason, i wonder why.

i googled it. that. apparently isnt a thing. and is generally associated with post operative trauma. its not like, bad or anything really. ur nerves just healed funny and the salivatory signal sends sweat signals instead. but. HUH.

[lakelewisia]

☕This Month’s High Tea🐔

Message from Management We apologize for the recent unplanned closures of the tea house. The chicken house has been going through its seasonal molt and has been unusually out of sorts as a result. Now that the feathers have started to grow back in, we hope to return to our usual hours of operation. Guests are encouraged to offer scratches to the chicken house, which is still feeling itchy as the pinfeathers and new shingles come in.

Back to Basics Sometimes simple is best

Buttered Toast and Jam Cinnamon Crackle Cake Cheese Nibblins Assortment Warm Stewed Fruits

Tea of the Month Empress Grey--a variant of Earl Grey, using white tea and yuzu, a delicate partner for the warm and earthy offerings this month

Heated blankets and slippers available at the front door. The fireplace has been lit, and we've brought out the extra-large tea mugs. It's cozy time!

[silkendandelion]

All This For A Coin (One-Shot), A One Piece fanfiction

Trafalgar Law x OC (male) Words: 2.7k Genre: Fluff, humor, tiny bit of sauce

Summary: Set almost 3 years after the events of Mirage In The Desert. River and Law seek out the Cross Guild to buy an important artifact, and Crocodile comes to meet them. The former lovers remember what they once had, while River reflects on the love of the present.

Rated Teen and Up Audiences for sexually suggestive content and language.

Cross-posted to ao3, here. Check out my ao3 of the same url for more fics. Likes and reblogs are always welcome. And as always, thanks for reading. Cheers to another fic done, cheers to self-indulgent fluff.

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“Captain, 2 kilometers to land!” called Bepo from the control room, met by Law in the doorway in his navy blue, feathered coat.

The helmsman’s gaze scanned repeatedly over the sea. “...I guess the rumors are bogus, I don’t see Bananawani anywhere—AH!” They screeched from behind their mask when their observation screen darkened, blocked completely by a reptilian eyeball.

“Hold your fire! Be calm,” Law gritted out, standing firm despite the sweat on his forehead. He turned to the man that trailed behind him, draped in a cloak of peacock blue and green, his long hair pinned away to show off the jewels that hung from his ears. Even in the dim lighting of the control panel bulbs, his easy smile was brilliant, a sign for the Heart Pirates to be soothed.

Nearly 3 years ago, they had groaned and rolled their eyes at every appearance of the showy revolutionary, uncaring for how he spoke so casually to their captain, especially after saving his life in the aftermath of the battle for Marineford. Now, he knew all their names, knew which ones preferred hugs and which preferred handshakes. Were he anything less than a friend, they would have protested more to their Captain informing them they were traveling to meet the so-called Cross Guild.

The stacked heels of River’s boots clicked on the submarines metal floor as he went to place his palm on the warm glass. “We are expected. Crocodile said the wani would be fed prior to our arrival, and it appears he has kept his promise.”

“Preparing idle procedures, Captain. We can wait here as long as your business takes,” the helmsman informed him.

“Not as long as it takes those things to get hungry again, right?” Shachi said from the door.

“I don’t plan to be here any longer than absolutely necessary,” Law said, already on his way to disembark.

“Yes, leave the engine rubbing,” River said as he followed.

“Leave the engine what—” They raised their eyebrow behind their mask. “Hm. He almost got that one right. He’ll get the hang of the common language eventually.”

“At least he’s not saying, ‘Room, shingles’ anymore.” Bepo said, leaning in his chair and idly popping a snack into his mouth with a big paw.

“I miss that one, actually. Made the Captain smile.”

~*~

The Cross Guild’s temporary headquarters of operations was far removed from the luxury preferred by it’s founders, though the clown seemed to be determined to thrive under less-than-ideal circumstances. Damaged stone walls and drafty corridors, tattered tapestries and dark halls, all the qualities of a defunct and usurped former fortress, for all it’s wilting splendor, was still a fortress when packed with the new organization’s loyal mercenaries.

In the main hall and draped across a chipped stone throne, his segmented legs fidgeting with the singed carpet, sat a yawning Buggy, suddenly all too eager to address the pirate and revolutionary in his home.

“YOU two?! The insufferable Trafalgar Law, and—” He made an embarrassing grunt, no doubt remembering River from his Impel Down escape, and the indecent comments he made about his figure when he first mistook him for a woman. At least, until River yelled his refusal at the clown with what was decidedly not a woman’s voice. No, Buggy really wasn’t living that one down.

“How DARE you bring those legs—I mean your face in here before me! How did you get passed the wani? Didn’t that bastard Crocodile say those beasts would—” He clapped his mouth shut on a squeal when said bastard Crocodile appeared at his side.

“Are you treating our guests well, Buggy?”

The clown watched his own reflection swallow in the golden curve of Crocodile’s hook, watched it nod his acknowledgment.

“I called them.” Crocodile explained calmly. “Seems I’ve found an eager buyer for our cargo in one Trafalgar Law.”

“No shit?” Buggy looked to them both, all curious eyes as his limbs floated back to him.

“Be a good clown and show him to the store room.”

“Me?! I mean, why should I—”

Crocodile’s withering stare suffocated him appropriately into submission, and Buggy obediently slinked off down the hall with a wave for Law to follow.

“I’ll wait for you here, Law. It’s okay.” River smiled at him, though he could see it gave little comfort as his gaze darted suspiciously between him and the former warlord, once, then twice before he followed slowly down the path Buggy left.

Honestly, at least one of the two smart men should have assumed their reunion would be a little awkward, if not a little feisty, bloody maybe. Anything besides the cloistering silence.

“… I’ve been catching up on your publications since last we saw each other,” Crocodile broke the quiet first, ashing his cigar on the patched floor.

“Do you like them?” River leaned into his opinion, let his gloved hands fidget.

“Your prose was always a touch flowery for my tastes, but anyone who reads your work can tell how intelligent you are.”

“A high compliment, coming from Sir Crocodile.”

“There’s also talk about your unpublished adventures.”

He squared his shoulders, unsure whether he was about to be scolded or complimented again. With Crocodile, he never could tell.

“The pirate Trafalgar Law has lost his title as Warlord.”

“That’s common knowledge.”

“And has taken a lover, a showy mercenary with hair like a black flag and twin silver swords.”

River frowned that such a personal rumor had appeared about them. Not that River wasn’t used to his private life being flayed apart for the circus of the newspapers and Marine correspondence alike, but to inflict such poor taste upon Law’s reputation was unforgivable. “Is that what people are saying?”

“I paraphrase. You know how the masses chatter.”

“They’re right this time, even if it’s none of their business. I am in love with him, and he loves me.”

Crocodile sigh condensed between them in smoke, a familiar shroud. “Can you even trust him? He’s made an entire career out of playing both sides. Even for you, River, that is reckless. Did you learn nothing the first time?”

Did I teach you nothing?

“I trust him with my life.” River insisted.

You trusted me.

“Young men are fickle,” Crocodile argued, uncaring how flimsy the grievance sounded to both of them. He would not see River hurt, not by the same mistakes again.

“He had his reasons for everything he’s done,” replied River. “Good reasons. Both in and out of the veil of the world’s watch.”

“Does he satisfy you?”

River scoffed at the abrupt shift in subject, though incapable to not turn a little pink. “To be a true gentleman is to never tell, and to respect your competition.”

“Don’t quote your father to me, not when I’m asking if that brat has taken the time from his ambitions to care for you, the way you deserve.”

“The way you did?” His cheeks darken.

“… How I wanted to.”

Crocodile’s pause is unexpectedly genuine, sentimental, and River feels his face cool, if only to be replaced by a tingling up the back of his neck. “You’re different, Crocodile. And yet I would recognize you anywhere.”

“Do you miss it?”

“I…” He searches for words that would neither damn him nor give hope where there is none. “Look back on us fondly.”

“I’ll give you another moment to answer me truthfully.”

His skin prickles in goosebumps beneath the layers of his clothes, the looming darkness of Crocodile into his personal space is familiar—and warm. He’s close enough to kiss him if only he leaned into the vector of them, hurled himself towards a bliss not forgotten over years and other lovers.

“And does he trust you?” Crocodile rumbled between them, his voice reverberating inside River’s lungs and caressing along the curves of his ribs.

They were a storm once.

Lightning trapped in a bottle, pin-prickles of electricity racing over flushed skin and along sore tongues in hot mouths. Crocodile can recall with a cursedly perfect memory the sight of him, chest heaving and flushed with a new orgasm. He could still taste the humid tang of saltwater in the folds of his body.

As did River. With only his eyes closed, he could feel a wide palm on the length of him as if it was real, hear Crocodile rumble the sweetest promises into the space between his shoulder and ear while he pulls him apart by the ends of his threads. Look at you, my love. Perfect, and all for me.

They were almost married.

But in the present, and with all the warmth and fondness he still had for him, River finally answered his question.

“Completely.”

The smile that forms around Crocodile’s cigar is contented, pleased to see River is exactly as he remembers, perhaps better. “Good. I will accept nothing less.”

River huffs. “As if you would ever be asked to approve,” he says cheekily, with a swish of both his colorful coat and the hair that drapes over his shoulder.

“If I ever believed you were being mistreated: I would not ask your permission.”

Now that gives him pause. Beside him, Crocodile is as serious as he had ever been, falsely bristled and deadly calm, a threat to the distressing thought of his River abused.

His always, even when his no longer.

River smiles back with a gentle calm that disarms him, reassures him he is safe. “Thank you, Crocodile. I shall return the favor.”

“Tsk.” His teeth click around his cigar.

“What? You don’t think I can handle one clown and the world’s greatest swordsman? Well, I can certainly take the clown.”

“It was good to see you, River.” He tapped him ever so gently on the nose, just to see him grin. “Fair seas. I suppose clear skies mean nothing to a submarine.”

He’s still smiling when Law returns, just in time to see Crocodile vanish around a bend in the hall. To say the doctor is unimpressed would be irresponsible, nearly incorrect. River might describe him as all the usual emotions he acquired when Crocodile simply appeared in conversation, let alone in the flesh: miffed, vexed, agitated—pissed off.

“What did he say to you?” He began without a hello, his stance wide and stare fixed to the end of the empty hall.

“He said hello,” replied River, an answer Law hadn’t expected if the appearance of the wrinkle between his eyes was to be believed. It was, no matter how permanent the wrinkle was becoming.

“… Fine. He’s allowed that much, I guess.” He broke his gaze away to finally acknowledge River. Instantly, his eyes and heart softened. “I wont ever let him hurt you again. I promised.”

That’s what he said about you.

River’s answer, his gratitude, came as the gentle kiss he placed on his warm, suddenly pink cheek. Blushing, after all they’ve been through? The doctor continued to be the most endearing man he had ever met, capable of turning River’s heart to honey syrup despite all his jagged edges, his tongue sharp with sugar crystals. Melt him, and see how he shines.

“You have your prize then, mi lao?”

Law fumbled with the parcel in his coat pocket, hands clumsy at the Oasin phrase of affection he still wasn’t accustomed to hearing, especially not from the flashy revolutionary that had always, always flirted with him, flirted with countless people. Even when his insides were on the outside, his wounds leading him to Seth’s door in a breadbasket, when it was completely not appropriate to flirt, well, then there was River.

But he didn’t flirt anymore, no more than could be considered a jest, and Law struggled to accept he stood on the other side of that line alone. The only one who received River’s simpering affection now, the only one he gave those eyes to, the only one he allowed to touch him.

It made his fucking chest hurt.

“I got it.” He said, most articulately. “Look.”

He unwrapped the wrinkled newspaper to show off a rare-mint coin, void of dings and scratches despite the thick layer of tarnish that stained Law’s fingertips as he held it up to the light.

“That’s beautiful, Law,” River gasped, though he had exactly zero idea why the coin was rare or which historically significant event was stamped onto it’s opposite face. “How much did the clown ask?”

“Shh.” The doctor held up a stained finger, breaking into a mischievous smile as he grabbed River’s hand.

‘Crocodile! Hawkeye! Find him and kill him!’ They heard a furious Buggy screech from down the hall, vaguely muffled and thumping from the inside of what sounded like a locked treasure chest.

“Room.”

“Shingles? Yes, let’s go!” River cheered over Law’s “shambles”, and the pair blinked out of existence, reappearing inside the submarine control room with a flicker of muted blue light.

“Captain! What happened?” Bepo greeted them, at first gleefully, then shocked.

The crew hadn’t been expecting their Captain and River to return by Room, nor did they expect the sight of him smiling, still holding River’s hand and nearly doubled over with what could only be described as an honest, full-bellied laugh.

“Oh—shit.” He wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. “Full speed, crew. Let’s get out of here.”

“Y-yes, Captain!” The navigator fumbled to punch buttons and pull levers in the appropriate sequence after such a lifetime event.

Law flicked the coin off his thumb, caught by his palm, and held up to the ceiling light. “How mad do you think Aurelio is going to be that we made him wait?”

“Tell him it was very important,” said River.

“I’ll tell him it was your idea.” Law smiled again when River clicked his teeth at him. “It’s a reasonable strategy.”

“You’re incorrigible. And I love you.”

Law dropped the coin to the floor with a clang and a mumbled “fuck”, only to find himself staring at the faces of his crew when he stood back up. Bepo, the masked helmsman, Penguin, Shachi and more all crowded in the doorway while they waited for him to make the appropriate response.

“… What?” His face was already redder the emergency lights with what he could assume they wanted.

‘Say it back.’ They all demanded of him.

“I—” His face darkened further, the hand without the coin attempting to pull his hat down as far as it would go. They were ALL getting painting duty for this. “I love you too. River.”

“You jerk.” Shachi teased him. “Was that so hard? How long do you expect someone to wait until you say it back?”

“I say it back!” Law barked, his blush refusing to dim. “Just not in front of you all! It’s private!”

River just chuckled beside him, met with Law’s accusatory finger. “You, be quiet.”

“WHOA now, Captain, be nice to River!” Shachi yelled too loud to not be on purpose, as targeted as the way he leaned out the doorway to make sure the entire sub heard him.

‘He’s not being mean to River, is he?’

‘We love you, Captain, but you have to be nice to River too!’

‘Yeah, we won’t stand for that!’ They all heard various shouts on either side from the echoing metal hallways of the submarine from the enthusiastically protective crew. Protective of all their friends, it seemed.

“You are ALL going on painting duty for this,” he growled.

“But we just painted the sub last week,” Penguin said dryly.

“Yeah well, you paint it when you’re bad!”

“We’re out of paint, Captain, can’t be done.” Shachi reminded him.

“BUY more paint!”

River smiled, unbelievably soothed by the bickering and love that overflowed on the Polar Tang. For all the years he’s spent traveling the ocean, searching for somewhere he loves as much as his home, he thinks this little pocket of air beneath the sea must be the place he wants to stay.

[homeimprovementsblog]

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