#professional rock climber

[assorted-things]

Frank Herbert contains multitudes... I'm re-reading Dune Messiah, and the line "You do not beg the sun for mercy" goes so hard, and yet in the very next book he inflicts the word "beefswelling" upon us...

[holdyourcheese]

can we bring back niche workplace fics. where is the fob edible arrangements au

[rinzay]

Me and the homies about to play car Jenga-

A vertical parking lot from the 1920’s.

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Elladan and Elrohir challenged Legolas to 1 rock climbing competition, and have since resolved to never do that again.

Have you ever seen how fast professional, competitive, rock climbers race up those rock walls? Legolas climbs like that.

It’s largely due to the fact that silvans clamber and sprint through the tree branches of their forests and are very used to launching themselves up into trees from the ground floor. So they have a lot of upper body strength and agility.

Meanwhile, while the noldo and sinda elves are no slauches, it’s simply not their area of expertise as they usually fight and move on the ground floor.

So yea, Legolas is an absolute spider moneky and easily destroyed the twins in a rock climbing competition.

It should be noted that legolas absolutely will climb all over Rivendell, much to everyone’s awe and confusion bc how tf did he get there???

Legolas also taught areen the basics.

The first time arwen managed to climb her way up to the roof of a building from the outside, everyone almost had a heart attack, except for celebrian and legolas, who were to busy laughing.

[butch-reidentified]

This is in reference to this post

She didn't laugh at me, she was being entirely serious when she said that (1)

I have spent a decade working in medicine and am published in a peer reviewed neuroscience journal (2)

This was SO long ago, before tiktok EXISTED etc, this was before POTS was heard of online or even by most doctors etc. It wasn't taught in med school for most current doctors of the time. This online illness faker shit was not even a kmown phenomenon over a decade ago when this occurred, ESPECIALLY not with POTS. Which, yes, means "munchausen POTS" was simply not even a thing then (nor am I remotely convinced it is now). Can you even imagine how that shit has impacted people like me because of people like you?? (3)

I never said "I think I have POTS" bc I know most doctors' egos all too well and I'm not that stupid. I just told her my symptoms and what I had tried. Nothing more. She had never seen me before as my insurance had been changed so I had to switch, and spent mere minutes with me and refused to order any tests. I got my TTT with a competent doctor a month later. (4)

You are also pushing misinformation:

POTS is not easy to fake unless you (as the doctor) are a complete and total fucking moron. My TTT showed a >ONE HUNDRED BPM increase in heart rate. >100!!! you cannot simply fake that, and if your doctor has any doubts, it is very very easy to repeat the test - or the "poor man's tilt" version which any idiot can do with a simple BP cuff and chair & you can repeat that hundreds of times if you like. Good luck faking it every time. I've never once in my life, without medication, had a result under a 50bpm increase (those were my absolute best days). And I was a competitive rock climber and healthy, active, hydrated, well-rested person. To this day, my results are the same if there's a gap in my medication coverage (thank you USA healthcare!). But overall I don't think about it much anymore because ivabradine is so good at treating it for me.

POTS is *treated* not cured, and mine is pretty well treated will ivabradine (the changes you listed did not help much, I even had a personal trainer who was educated on POTS and related conditions & was drinking Normalyte all the time). *You* sound like a fraud, tbqh, as someone who is actually published and actually has devoted her life to medicine. You don't sound like you know fuckall, yet you poise yourself as if you were a medical professional here. I deeply hope that's not true.

You also, quite frankly, sound like a piece of shit, tbh. I know I am very lucky in terms of my POTS (and even my vEDS symptoms thus far), but the girl I knew whose nurse mother first tested me has not been so lucky. Both she and her sister have (genetically tested and confirmed) EDS from their father's side, and POTS as a byproduct. Her sister is a tough kid and doing alright for herself all things considered. But she is on disability and living at home, not able to work, because of the severity of her illnesses. If you were a real medical professional, you'd understand what a massive spectrum these conditions exist on.

If you ARE a real medical professional and are this ignorant and show this little compassion, I am begging you to either reup on your studies or quit. Someone should report you to the board xx

[theosconfessions]

Dallas for @novapark s bc

Dallas is a 35 year old ex rock climber. EX rock climber you say? well he found a way to dive into the world of professional extreme sports and was doing well for a very long time until his extracurriculars away from the mountains got him a year in jail. but just a year. thats a good deal being that he robbed a good friend of his. well former good friend. why you ask again? well our boy isnt very smart and whilst he was running sort of low on cash after spending most of his on partying/drugs/etc and his daughters bday was on the horizon...the only solution he felt was taking advantage of his well off friend. it didnt go as plan. out boy not only repented while he was in jail ..he attempts to make his amends to his friend/his daughter/and his ex girlfriend to this very day. he seems to think he has changed. but the old klepto in him still is a little bit under the skin. overall his attitude changed towards life in general during his time away and i think thats a good thing. hes not picture perfect but hes spending a good majority of his time making sure his daughter not only never follows in his footsteps but that she does better than he did.

on the subject of love.... he had a boyfriend while he was in jail but as soon as he was released that fizzled away and hes led a more closeted life since then. his friend [that friend] pointed out the casting call for this bachelor challenge and he couldnt resist taking a shot . i mean have you seen Izan?

Private Dl

[niffler-gold]

Burning

Just a short injury fic focused on Scott with some comfort thrown in.

His muscles burned in agony as he tried to get up this morning. Apparently doing two mountain rescues back to back with a lot of climbing followed by rigorous water training led by Gordon did not agree with his muscles. Still nothing a hot shower and some stretching wouldn't fix.

He slowly pulled his legs over the side of the bed and stretched up towards the ceiling his joints loudly cracking to show their disdain at being moved from their current position. He quickly pulled on his running gear and was about to head out before his hot shower. Leaving his room he could already hear Gordon furiously swimming in the pool at this early hour.

Just as he was heading down the stairs to start his early morning routine John popped up on his com. He groaned internally before answering, knowing his hot shower was going to have to wait. "What's the situation John", he asked, ever the professional. "Another climber got into difficulties". Scott paused before answering, "That is the third one in less than 2 days, what are these people thinking, we should start charging for these at least that might be a deterrent", he rambled on. John cut him off before he could get any further, "even so this guy does need our help", he paused for a second before continuing, "it's an unusual one, he was climbing a large cliff face when he said the cliff seemed to move under him, next thing he knew all of his belay wall clips started pinging undone and he fell around 50 metres getting tangled in the line as he went... The unusual thing is I haven't detected any seismic activity around that area nor does it have any implications in the surrounding geology that any seismic activity has taken place in the last 100 years. "He's probably just imagining it and didn't secure his clips properly enough", grumbled Scott in response. "Could be" replied John, "but I did a quick background check on this guy and he's been climbing professionally for about 30 years and has never called us or any local rescue teams out to aid him before." "Hmmmm, that is odd" pondered Scott. "I'll take 1 alone, no need to wake up the bear this early for a pickup.. see you in the sky thunderbird 5", "fab scott, safe flight" and with that John had disappeared and Scott was running towards one's launch shoot to gear up.

Sitting in the pilot's chair of one he slowly tried to stretch his burning muscles out once more but to no avail. He really could have done with that hot shower he thought to himself. Nevermind it could wait. "Approaching the danger zone now thunderbird 5" he called through the coms. "Fab thunderbird 1" John called back through to him. He tried one last futile time to stretch his muscles out before coming into land at the bottom of the cliff face.

After exiting one and surveying the scene before him he knew the best option was going to be to climb up after the man rather than using the jet pack due to the unknown unstable condition of the rock face. Thankfully he could use the grapple gun in order to get up there with speed as the man looked to be hanging on his side completely covered in rope. With precision he fired the grapple into a secure spot of the wall and started his accent.

His limbs were once again burning with the strain of the climb by the time he had reached the man. But still he kept face and called out to the dangling climber. He quickly learned that the man's name was Ben and started trying to secure him to a new line before tackling the rope that was binding him. Luckily Ben seemed unharmed apart from a little bit of rope burn where it had dug in and caught him.

Ben kept chatting to him as he worked and he soon found out he was a seasoned mountain rescue operative on a holiday as he called it to get a little alone time. It was definitely something that Scott would have done if he ever had more than a few hours to himself and he kept wondering how the climber had managed to get himself in such a bind. Soon enough though Ben was free and was back secured against the wall. However before Scott could lower Ben down back to the ground again they had to get his gear cut down so they didn't tangle up with it on their way down.

As Ben was helping him sort it out he noticed something odd. One of the belay wall clips looked chard and burnt and the rope around said clip was in similar condition. He looked at Ben and asked if his equipment was this damaged when securing it to the wall. Ben confirmed it most definitely was not in that condition, then he noted that when assessing the rope to be cut down back to the ground, that would of been the clip that failed when the cliff started moving. This puzzled Scott even more.

Once the gear and ropes had been safely thrown back down to the ground Scott got ready to lower Ben down to safety. But before he could he asked Ben if he knew whereabouts on the wall that the burnt clip had been secured. His Tracy senses were tingling alarmingly but not in a good way at all. Ben said it looks like it was the clip about 10 meters above them, so Scott decided he needed to take a look before returning to the ground. Scott slowly lowered ben back down to solid ground before slowly climbing to the spot Ben had previously pointed out to him.

He quickly found the spot where the clip had been as a small black spot protruded out of the crack where the clip had been secured. Small cracks could also be seen in the burnt section of the wall. He slowly felt around inside the small fisher to see what could have caused the damage as nothing natural would do this type of carnage. His fingers slowly curled around something metallic small and sharp. He cautiously pulled it out and held it to the light to better examine it. He could just make out the chaos crew logo.

His hand flew up to his com button to alert John but in a split second a fireball had engulfed a section of cliff high above him to his right. An ear splitting explosion suddenly came from his left much nearer to him than the first. He started rappelling down the cliff as fast as his equipment would take him. Another explosion just above him and he could feel the heat lick the side of his face. It had detonated where he had just been a second before. Next thing he knew he was falling. The explosion had dislodged his grapple.

He fell as fire and debris surrounded him on all sides. He fumbled with a new grapple cartridge, discarding the old one out of the gun and fired. The line caught him less than 10 meters from the ground. Before he had a chance to get moving again a last fireball explosion detonated just below his right leg.

He was lying on the ground his ears ringing. He could see smoke floating all around him as his vision swam. His right leg was numb with scalding pain shooting all around it. His vision swam when he tensed it unknowingly. He could hear muffled movement round him someone shouting his name. The next time his eyes peeled open against the heat a figure loomed over him. He seemed to be yelling something but it sounded so far away. Green and blue swam in his vision as he lost consciousness once again.

He could hear low murmuring voices all around him. His head swam with confusion. He could feel soft cotton sheets wrapped around him and the tell tale sting of an IV line inserted into his left arm. His body felt numb and his right leg had an odd feeling of coolness about it. Gingerly he opened one eye to figure out what was going on.

He was greeted with the sight of all his brothers sitting around the bed he had been put in. He heard a low chorus of Scott being said around the room as his eyes adjusted to the light of the room. He felt a hand on his and saw Virgil gently holding it looking like he hadn't slept in over a week. "What happend" he gently asked looking at his little brother in the eyes. His voice came out quite horse and raspy much to his surprise. "The chaos crew" Virgil replied quietly and solemnly. Suddenly the images of the rescue and the carnage that had surrounded him came back into his mind. "How bad he asked" still looking at his brother. It was John who answered instead on the opposite side of his bed. "Unconscious for 3 days, bruised ribs and a definite concussion..." He seemed to trail off towards the end. Scott knew he was avoiding telling him something but before he had a chance to enquire further Gordon finished off for John. " Your right leg", he stated nervously. "When we found you it was blackened and chard, your uniform was missing and the parts that were still there were fused into your skin". "The doctors managed to save it though" he said cheerfully trying his hardest to lighten the mood. Alan chose this moment to interject, "you've had multiple skin grafts and surgeries to assist with its healing, for now it's got to stay in the specialty brace to keep it healing and healthy." So that's why, he thought to himself, it felt slightly cold.

He could already feel the sleep tugging at his eye lids as he looked at his brother's noticing how worried and anxious they all seemed to look. Virgil gently brushed the hair back of his forehead, "sleep Scotty" he gently whispered as everything started going black again.

A month later and Scott was sitting at his father's desk keeping an eye out on the rescue that the rest of his brothers were on. He still was on crutches as he wasn't allowed any weight on the leg just yet. The brace that surrounded it kept it nice and cool though.

He thought back to that morning where all he wanted was a nice hot shower but had decided to go running instead. He should have just had the shower he thought to himself. At the moment all he was allowed was a gentle cold shower due to his injuries. He sighed to himself knowing it was still gonna be a little while until he could have the hot water pouring down his skin.

"SCOTT WHAT ARE YOU DOING", yelled Virgil having just materialised on the holo projector in the middle of the room. "What" Scott replied with his cocky grin on his face. "I'm sitting down" he tried not to laugh at the expression on Virgil's face. "You are meant to be elevating that leg, not sitting at the desk". Well at least some things never changed.

[sayingyournames]

speaking of devouring fics where sirius' gender has been trans-ed, do you have any recs?? i know some people don't like to recommend fics so feel free to ignore if that's your vibe!

yes, i do have recs for this! here are a few off the top of my head, in no particular order:

honey sweet by @vajazzly

explicit - ft. city boy sirus who is down bad for the beekeeper with horrible fashion sense (but he’s good with this hands)

gathering home by @quietlemonhush

explicit - sirius raising regulus & harry after literally burning down his family home, remus is reg’s teacher. heavy themes but overall very funny & sweet & tender.

suffer for the people - orphan account

remus is regulus’s camp counselor, has lil bit of a meltdown and asks for his brother who comes to visit to calm him down. feelings occur. sooo cute & comforting, very fluffy.

our destiny in the stars - orphan account

explicit - remus is insecure about his (plus size, disabled) body and decides to try online dating where matches can’t see what the other person looks like. he meets sirius (trans, a teacher) and they uh - hit it off. this fic makes me smile so damn big. it’s just - it’s a classic, i’ve read it a million times.

whatever words i say - orphan account

sirius can’t stop acting out and it’s stressing out the rest of his band, so lily hires remus to keep an eye on him. obviously, they fall in love. a sweet lil band au.

a fool and his money - orphan account

explicit - chronically ill remus is roommates with regulus, meets his rich older brother and agrees to an arrangement: pretend to date sirius, show up with him to events - in exchange for money. y’all can guess where this is going and it’s so good. love a good sugar daddy/fake dating fic.

abyss by @titstraction

explicit - highschool au, remus & sirius are both on the track team and can’t seem to the same page. this fic is - so good. it’s very much a comfort read for me, but there are some heavy themes and transphobic jokes. this fic will hurt your feelings but it will also make you giggle and kick your feet and scream into your pillow.

have time to grow by queer_and_trashy

explicit - queer professor & amateur poet remus meets trans professional poet sirius - they try to get their shit together. hot & sweet and just, deeply deeply gay.

the entire rock n’ pole verse by @jennandblitz and fivepips

explicit - ace rock climber remus meets genderfluid dancer (mainly pole) sirius. this ‘verse is huge, there’s literally millions of words of it and y’all - i’ve read all of it. incredible ace representation, and overall just very sweet and sappy. mild angst, but everyone is in love & has a happy ending so don’t worry!

living like we’re renegades - orphan account

explicit - cheerleader sirius + journalist remus = everything i’ve ever wanted. i loooove this sirius so much they’re so gender.

the prettiest star ‘verse by raging_queer

tattoo artist sirius meets single dad remus - actually, sirius meets his child, teddy. sweet bonding with teddy looking up to Elder Queer sirius. very fluffy and comforting.

staying strangers by 3amandcounting

the texting fic, my fave of all-time. genderfluid sirius & demisexual remus. if there is one fic out there that will just make you want to open a window and yell about it to the other townsfolk - it’s this one. idek how to explain it, it’s just - it’s perfect.

also most of my fic features trans sirius, my masterlist is pinned!

disclaimer: this list is non-exhaustive, i know i’ve forgotten some, and i will be updating this tomorrow when i’m not half-asleep. and y’all, please reply with your fave trans sirius fics bc i want to read them all!!

[callofdudes]

ghost x fem or gn reader headcannons of a zombie apocalypse AU??? just them trying to survive with the rest of the 141<33

This tickles a little itch in my brain, might have gotten a little carried away 😊

Ghost x reader Zombie apocalypse headcanons

You'd think in a million years no one was ready for the apocalypse. Hell most people didn't even know how it started. But it did. Cities were crumbling, rabid monsters that followed their hunger for blood anywhere it took them.

You were one of few in the grand scheme to survive. Your parents, siblings, they weren't as lucky. You had been unable to protect them at all. Though after escaping and going on the run with some spares of clothing and your father's pistol in your pocket you were soon to become aware this was your new life.

It wasn't easy having to learn to hunt in one day or find all these tactics to remain silent, undetected, all of that.

You felt alone. So alone...

That is until one day, after having spent two days out in the wilderness with not a hint of prey around and you were starving. Walking through the woods up stumbled upon a camp. A fire was lit, a small pot strung by three bundles sticks above the flame, and something delicious boiling away.

Your curiosity and hunger got the best of you and you toed into the camp. A canopy set up of sorts and some old books that looked to have been torn for fire food.

You were about to look through a cooler under the canopy when you heard the sound of a gun above. "I wouldn't do that mate."

Your eyes snapped up, looking up at the tree tops to see... A man. A large man strung up in the tree by a rather thick rope. One used by professional rock climbers and such. Perfectly sat on a thick enough tree branch to hold his weight.

"I... Apologize... I wasn't trying to- I'm just hungry."

He scrutinized you, noticing the backpack and the possibility of a weapon on you. He flicked something on the hook of his rope and hopped off the branch like it was the back of a horse and slid gracefully back down the tree.

You noticed then his mask. A chilling thing. Considering you had been around zombies the last few years, that was saying something. And my dear he was tall.

"Hungry huh? Got a group?"

You could tell he was very excited to get you out of his little set up and didn't seem to want any meddling around with outsiders. People he didn't know. And in this day, hell you could understand and respect that.

"No... Do you?"

He didn't answer, and probably wouldn't answer most of your questions by the way he was acting. However, he didn't exactly push you away either. He was more waiting for you to get the hint through your thick skull and piss off.

And yet you didn't move.

"Look, I don't work with people, you don't want to be with me. So piss off." He finally grunted, checking whatever he had boiling away.

"Sir, I understand. But I'm hungry, I have no where to go and you look like you could be a good protective companion."

"We wouldn't be companions. Extra luggage is what I call it."

"I won't bug you I promise I'll be quiet, but.... Please??"

He rolled his eyes, tearing down the canopy of the set up and shoving it down into his large duffle back. "Fine. But if you piss me off I'm dumping you at the side of the woods alright??"

You nod, slowly sitting down by the stack of books, your stomach twisting and growling painfully. He looked at you, then his food. He sighed and pulled the pot off the small fire and doused it out, finding a small spare bowl and shoved it your way.

He was surprisingly lenient. Although he was telling the truth when he told you to shut up. He didn't want to talk to you and he clearly didn't trust any part of you one bit.

He allowed you to keep your gun and you stayed out of his way. And you tagged along for any scraps of the meals he would make. Even if he clearly was not the best chef in the woods.

This continued for upwards of three months. Not much changed. You learned his name, Ghost, and he pretty much knew yours from near the start of this expedition.

He was closed off, maybe from the fact zombies were a total 65% percent of the population mark up now. Maybe something else.

Eventually though, you made a small trip at a gas station. Ghost went in to search the place while you remained near the entrance, a meat shield should anything try to get through the door. How nice of him.

You stood by the door in waiting, your little pistol ready for any threat while Simon rummaged through food inside the store. It was dead quiet outside. Not a single sound.

You were waiting patiently until you heard a clatter from inside and a loud screech. You knew that all too well.

You ran inside, your pistol at the ready but Ghost had it covered, letting the thing tear into a chip bag and shot it in the back. And then he spotted you.

"I had that." You pouted.

"Sure you did tough stuff." Ghost roughly messed with your matted hair and you were off soon after.

You were pretty much just extra baggage to him for the most part. Though he fed you, bandaged you, cleaned your wounds and made sure you were always able to defend yourself.

"You solid?"

"I have two more clips. Take them, and use them sparingly."

"We don't have all day, we cross the river by dusk and then you can rest... don't make me carry you."

But slowly his belligerently tough nature gives way to care. Slowly here and there you can point it out. The extra glances, checking you in more spots than you say it hurts just to make sure you don't have a single scratch or bruise.

Giving you extra soup or food of whatever has been made. He's strong and healthy but will ration off, having less than two meals a day has become a normality, one at all was a blessing from God, so he'd give you what he could.

And then after his scouting trip was done, he brought you back home. Simon and his small group were all ex military. I say ex military because despite the weapons there isn't much of one anymore.

He brought you back to an old military base, a barbwire fence with a buzzer stretching high and all around the base keeping it secure.

Pressing the buzzer and announcing his presence the door was opened. "Don't worry... only two of them bite." Simon teases, shifting his gun behind his back as you come inside.

He walked into one of the main areas which lead down to the barracks. Inside were three people around a small campout, a fire pit of sorts made in the middle of the living room with ash and bricks.

"Son, you're back." An older man said, standing. "And whose this??" He watched you intensely, looking you up and down.

"This is my carry-on. Dragged them through the wastes with me."

He nods, walking over to shake your hand. "John Price. Glad to see you're well and safe under Simon's care."

So that's what his name was. Simon. A lovely name.

The next to greet you was a man with a ball cap on and stern brown eyes. Looking like he was far away in though. "Kyle Garrick. Welcome to our... bunker."

The last to greet you was surprisingly a little hesitant. Johnny was the least assumed to your presence. He was all for welcoming people but the current conditions has left too many dead or gone and no one trusted.

"John MacTavish... you can call me Soap though, so you don't get me and the captain confused."

And before you knew it you were given a room in the barracks and a place at your table. They were very nice people, they gave you a job, and split the resources and news Simon brought of his last months mapping. So much had changed since they'd last really gone outside.

Overtime you grew to understand how it all worked. Gaz was a bodyguard of sorts, when you needed to go outside to fix something, get some water to filter from a river not terribly far away, he would be there. He'd go short distances with you and the others, being their back and watching their six.

Soap was more of the tinkerer. He put together traps and levers and fixed up any weapons or gear that needed repairing. He called most of it Guerilla warfare.

Price was the leader, you could tell. He had everyone under his voice and what he says went. If there was something going on outside he'd be the first one out there to see if he could take care of it alone. He went out on food and water runs sometimes as well. He is also resident cook.

And Simon, he did a bit of everything from what you saw.

Soap had managed to get the power back up briefly in the base. Somewhere a power grid was still operational that the base connected to and he got the heaters working. Even on colder when you found yourself alone with a blanket around you, you weren't alone.

Simon would watch. His sleep schedule was still on night duty mode even if they were surrounded by brick and mortar.

He'd even sit with you sometimes. The more you came out to sit in the living room the more he'd be with you. Wrapping w second blanket around you or offering you his jacket.

It was small, but it meant something, to both of you.

Ghost eventually stopped letting you come with him into the wastes. After you got hurt badly, needing a tetanus shot they didn't have, Simon didn't let you go with him. He couldn't. Not because you were weak, you know why. He's just a big softy under all that muscle toned to harsh circumstance.

So you'd wait. By the window where you could see the gate, you'd wait until you could see him coming back. One night even passing out at the window when he returned, and he delivered you gently back to your bed, wrapping you in the blankets.

And after careful consideration, a gentle, small kiss on the forehead seared by the fabric of his mask.

Over the many months and then a year you lived with them you became family. You saw how they took care of each other. When Gaz got sick it was like bees back to the queen as they flurried to help him, and you did too.

He was weak, and you didn't want him to catch anything, so you would gently sit him up.

"Here Kyle, gentle."

Kyle winced in thank you as you fed him the soup Price had made.

You couldn't help but notice also how protective Simon was of them all. If Johnny didn't like the taste of the texture of something Price had made and would refuse to eat it, Simon would help.

"Johnny, you need to eat. Try and focus on me, not the texture. At least eat it." And Johnny usually would.

"Guys... I need to run outside really quickly, you think I could take one of you??" Kyle asked while Simon was already standing, grabbing his gun and escorting Kyle outside to watch over him.

Whenever Price was handing out assignments Simon would take the bulk of the work that had to do with being outside that gated fence. If there wasn't enough food for all of you Simon would cut back so you and Price would have enough.

He genuinely cares for all of you deeply under the mask.

The playful banter as you went out on scouting missions with him when you bugged him enough to let you go increased.

The affection he was willing to take and give like a hand on the shoulder or a hug. Sometimes even inviting you to wrap your arms around him and seek his warmth while laying under the cold stars in the sky.

Whispering to you on nights you couldn't sleep. He always took night watch, no exceptions. When you couldn't fall asleep he'd whisper to you. About random things. Maybe something he did the other day or what he remembered about the world before it went to shit and how beautiful it was.

"Simon..." you whispered back, holding onto his jacket. "I'm scared." You admit, tears filling your eyes as you thought of how you might die out here. This would be the end.

Simon brought you in a little tighter, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know y/n.... I know."

Simon was scared too. In his own way. Scared for himself, but scared for you, for his team. In the end Simon is a selfless creature and you all come before him.

Your breathing slowed, relaxing. Feeling safe and protected in his arms, because you were. Simon had you, he's always got you, and he always will.

Come zombies or raiders, or manic survivalists, anything. Simon won't let it hurt his team. He won't let them hurt you. Not you. He may not say it, but looking back, he's glad he met you that day in the woods...

I do hope this is satisfactory. I had started this a bit ago and came back to it after I posted my first zombie fic. Enjoy egg folk.

[sailforvalinor]

I watched Castle in the Sky for the first time, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a main character with more visible plot armor, nor do I think I’ve ever enjoyed plot armor more than in this movie. Pazu makes one comment about having a thick head, and from then on we’re just supposed to accept that this kid has the durability of a rubber monster truck tire, the speed of an adolescent cheetah, the strength and endurance of a professional rock climber, and the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast. And we do. Because it’s freaking fun. Pazu gets grazed by a bullet near the end of the movie and we’re like “ack! Oh no! He’s in danger! He could actually die!” and then no less than twenty seconds later a lit explosive is thrown into the tunnel he’s hiding in and he emerges with nothing more than a sooty face and a few scuff marks. By the time Muska is leveling a gun at him in the last ten minutes of the movie, you’re not convinced that the bullet wouldn’t just bounce off. It’s fantastic.

[palettepainter]

In honour of Fraggle Rock: Back to the Rock season 2 dropping later this month (I believe its dropping on the 26th or the 29th??) it's time to reveal my Fraggle Rock OC!!

Boober is my favourite from the main five, so of course I decided to make them related! Phoebe is...well, she's everything that Boober isn't! She's bright, chipper, social and optimistic! She's an exceptionally good rock climber (and worrying Boober in the process) and loves insects of all sorts, flutterflies being her favourite! With how different her and Boober are they can but heads and argue a lot, but they do have their similarities: both love cooking, though Phoebe is still learning, and just like her brother Phoebe has a particular distaste for certain odours

Still being a kid Phoebe is restricted to exploring Fraggle Rock, she's never seen the Gorgs garden before, but is fascinated by 'outer space'. Though still being a kid, and Boober's worrying, she's often left out on the adventures the main five have, much to her annoyance.

One day she does venture out from Fraggle Rock and becomes friends with Lottie, whom she then later travels the world with to help Lottie with her self discovery journey. I like to imagine when Phoebe is older, she becomes a professional rock climber in Fraggle Rock, helping give lessons to younger Fraggles and even helping the doozers with their construction work from time to time!

(I imagine Phoebe to be around 6-10, that was the age range I had in mind when drawing her)

[unnecessary-dinosaurs]

now in my professional opinion older ben with long hair is actually a great idea just not executed very well. shaggy rogers ben is good for laughs but that’s about it. give me rock climber vegan activist ben that lives in a van and only drinks monster.

[ch0wen]

Cover - Part II | Tangerine x Fem!Reader

warnings: cursing & sexual content if you blink really fast

———-

The first sensation you feel, the moment your body emerges from a peaceful sleep, is polyester sheets. They’re quite itchy. Groggily, you kick them off as you start to pick up on the other elements around you.

Cool air, only to be explained by the window left open all night. The distant noise of an already lively city pouring in from said open window.

Alright, it's clear you're in your hotel room. However, not alone. Warmth radiates from something or somebody shared in your blanket. The unknown source is too close. Muscular arms are wrapped around you. A strong chest pressed against your side. You stiffened.

Your eyes eventually open to asses the man. Curly hair in disarray on the pillowcase and face burrowed into your neck.

Fortunately, you do remember last night. Not needing to worry about drugs or alcohol inhibiting your memory. Cheeks heating as you slipped into a recollection of everything you got up to with Tangerine.

“Morning,” he rumbled. Breaking you out of your fantasy.

His arms loosened their grip around you. Trying to avoid overstimulating you right now.

“Wait.” You hold his bicep to halt him from pulling away. He took that as an invitation and seized it, by leaning in and giving you a soft kiss.

A squeeze to his arm was another hint you wanted more. So he kissed you deeply, again and again and again. He hauled you on top of his lap to straddle him. Never breaking contact with your lips. Fingers dig into your hips exactly as yours tangle in his hair.

———-

The hot, early morning make-out session had his cock twitching awake. And it’s unfortunately cut too short, too fast when you grind down against him. Your already-soaked pussy gliding deliciously along his length. He half-assed rolled his hips up against your core. But then he calmly and gently pushed you away after letting out a soft whine.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I would very much love to continue this after I brush my teeth.”

“What a gentleman,” you tease while rolling off of him. He gives your ass a playful smack before climbing out of bed. Your naked body wriggled under the covers while you watched him move about the room.

Tangerine picked up one of his strewn-about clothing while making his way to the bathroom. He left the door ajar and begin to get ready.

Satisfied, comfortable silence settled in the room. Until you’re picking at your nails listening to the sink run when your thoughts thrum louder and louder. Do you say something? Ask why he snuck into your room last night when you were totally fine to think back on that day, years from now, wondering if the antics of Lemon and Tangerine were all a fantasy that you had. What were his intentions? Just a 'thank you' for helping his brother?

The way his hands explored your body felt more than a detached one-night stand. Or was that your inexperienced way of thinking? Hoping that this meant more to him than a quick fuck. Guys normally leave soon after the conquest is done, right? Are any of these things you ask someone right after spending the night with them? Would speaking any of these thoughts kill this blissful atmosphere? Probably.

Are you grateful to be in this circumstance with a hot stranger, but do you love self-sabotaging yourself? Yes.

“Tangerine, how did you get into my hotel room?”

A beat, “The window. You saw it yourself.”

“I know but this is the seventh floor.”

“I’m not afraid of heights.”

“What? Are you a professional rock climber in your leisure time? You can just scale the side of a building like it’s nothing? As ridiculous as it sounds, I’m starting to think you’re Spider-Man or something. That paired with hiding what must be a superhero persona would really explain this next level secretiveness.”

No response came out of the bathroom. You don’t appreciate that and unfortunately, your mouth is moving again. You didn’t process what you were asking until you finished the sentence,

“Do you think since we fucked you can maybe give me some insight as to what transpired yesterday?”

“Y/N. It’s nothin' of your concern, alright? Lemon made an error asking you for assistance. He shouldn’t have gotten you involved.”

“What do you get up to that is so special and mysterious that you can’t tell me? Is it illegal?”

“Not entirely. It’s just complicated to get into.”

“You’re making this so dramatic and for what? I deserve to know what exactly or who put me in a risky situation! I didn’t ask to be dragged into it. This isn’t fair!"

“Please,” he pleads.

"Tangerine and Lemon," you say like you have a bitter flavor in your mouth. “Do salesmen use codenames when trying to pawn off phonebooks to customers? What kind of names are those?”

“Ones we’re comfortable sharing with strangers.”

“I think we passed the strangers phase when you fucked me four times last night.”

“Still considered a one-night stand. Especially since it happened in one night. The amount of times we have sex doesn’t level you up or somethin' on the acquaintance scale.”

You’re clambering out of bed, scooping a shirt off the floor, and whipping the bathroom door fully open. Tangerine’s shirtless but sporting his jeans from last night. While you would normally find that hot and ogle him, you’re instead glowering. You're in a rage from the overwhelming embarrassment of him clearly belittling your feelings.

“Get. Out.”

“Come off it, babes. I didn’t mean to upset you," He said in an enragingly calm tone.

However, as he could sense your fit starting, Tangerine slowly made his way to the room’s door. Still shirtless and showing zero reaction to the harsh words you're throwing at him. He didn’t want to challenge you further by physically defying your commands and planting his feet in the bathroom.

“Why the fuck would I ever want to start or try to have any type of anything with someone who is so closed off? You’re an enigma! Your walls are too fucking high for me to even want to try gently prodding. It would take months to get you to crack.”

“Well. How long are you in the city?”

“Fuck you.”

You attempt to slam the door in his face to get your point across. Except the hotel's safety caused the door to gradually click shut. Not fully translating your anger into that action.

You balled your hands into fists, yet the shaking of your flexed fingers had you coming back down.

Chill out.

Shame washed through you for kicking him out for not wanting to answer a stranger’s question about his career. His reaction was reasonable, yours was not. You're humiliated.

———-

You let out a breath whilst meekly opening the door. Not expecting him to be there since you just angrily tossed him out. You're hoping you can maybe catch him waiting on the elevator back to the lobby.

However, there he is leaning against the wall across from your room. His hands are buried in his pockets and he sported a sheepish smile.

“I think I left my shoes somewhere in there.”

You spot the items in question near the closet and pass them over.

“I’m so sorry for that overreaction.”

He shrugs, "It was justified. I am making this frustrating. Lem tells me that I sound like a smart-ass when I'm talking to him. I swear, as much as it would be nice to tell you what I do. I can’t bring you into this world so suddenly.

I’ll say it is risky and it’s not just something I can talk about with every other person I meet, like a conversational fun fact to share at a party.”

“I get it,” you squeaked out. Self-conscious about your past reaction. Your hand is anxiously twitching on the door handle. Willing to hear him out since he chose to stick around.

His shoulders sagged. Not in the defeated type of way, but more as a sign of relief that he can disclose some truth to you,

“I also think I’m fearful that my lifestyle will innately push people away. There are no rules as to who I can tell. It’s more of a protective thing for Lemon and me to be selective. We just have to be smart as to who we disclose it all to. I have to especially be careful with the people I care about or want in my life. Because I worry once they know it all, once I bear myself wholeheartedly to them, then they’ll run. Lemon's the only constant I know because he understands me and our work firsthand."

You waited a moment before reacting. Trying to come up with something genuine but not immediate, to show him that you're grateful for the lowering of his walls. Even if it was a bit of a crumble rather than a full dropping of the defenses.

A smile teased your lips, "It can’t be all that unnerving, can it? And even if it is, I believe that it doesn’t hurt to look at things with an open mind.”

Tangerine gave you a once-over. You're unknowingly wearing his shirt that you grabbed off the floor. He found that, paired with your messy bedhead and optimism, to be endearing.

He looked amused as he pushed off the wall to close some of the distance between you. Any trace of his timidness with his admission has been swept away. His confidence is again seeping through his pores.

“For the record, I genuinely had fun last night. You think I can take you somewhere for breakfast first, and maybe we can get to know each other like normal people do?”

———-

tagging @stregatadallostregatto and @peppertalk09 for asking so nicely for a part 2!

[leggerefiore]

Long post:

Is indoor rock-climbing a good compromise between Ingo wanting to go hiking and Emmet’s concern for his safety? It’s not the exact same, but it brings back fond memories of Sneasler. Plus there’s instructors and professionals to make sure nothing goes wrong. It’s just until Emmet relaxes and accepts that Ingo isn’t going to disappear again.

Ingo’s a little insulted that a harness is mandatory if he wants to climb; he’s suffered from falls far worse when he was in Hisui and walked away in one piece. This does not put Emmet at ease. Everyone’s shocked to see this old man crawling up and down the walls with ease. Perhaps Emmet’s competitive spirit might get him to try it out.

Also there’s a technique called “smearing” where the climber’s uses the sole of their foot against the wall without any foothold and relies purely on traction to keep themselves in place. Both twins are confused when someone compliments Ingo’s “smearing technique”.

Ingo proves himself a master climber while Emmet can barely keep up. He probably freezes up a bit after getting to a certain height or even slips (which does make Ingo panic despite his past with taking falls). Then, Ingo may become more accepting of indoor climbing because doing this outside might have poor Emmet on death's door. He just wishes that his younger twin would let him go on his own, but he supposes he understands the distress after that.

There is also something nice about getting to teach his younger brother the skills that seem to come to him naturally now. Just like Emmet clearly enjoyed teaching him how to drive the trains again since he had been away for so long. He had completely forgotten that had an engineering degree, truthfully.

Eventually, they do get to a point where they go climbing together on Unova's many cliff faces.

[porterdavis]

Nope

Rock climber Adam Ondra free- climbing El Capitan in Yosemite National Park. Ondra is a Czech professional rock climber specializing in lead climbing and bouldering

[off-the-rails-raccoon]

TELL ME MORE OF YOUR HEADCANONS >:3 me wanna draw thema! anyones ideas to be honest-

- @cupidl0vesy0u

Cupid, my platonic beloved, you know i could NEVER ignore such a request. However, ya girl is seriously lacking in drawing worthy headcanons and just good headcanons in general so this is the best i could get, but THANK YOOUUU FOR PROMPTING ME TO TALK MORE ABOUT MY SILLY LITTLE HEADCANONS!!!!!

 —Tommy’s full name was Tommy Kraken Coward Careful Danger Innit, and on government or professional documents it was shortened to Tommy K. C. C. U. Innit. 

    The name ‘Tommy’ was given by Wilbur at their first meeting. Wilbur—even as young and inexperienced in reading people as he was at the time—was able to see the fierce determination to survive that shone in the younger's eyes as he ushered a smaller Tubbo behind him, using his free hand to wield a dirty stick as a make-shift sword; not unlike a soldier.

—Tommy's natural hair color was actually a golden brown—just a few shades lighter than Wilbur’s—but they dyed it to blonde when Tubbo dyed his natural blonde hair to brown. 

   However, he was forced to go back to being a brunette post-exile, mostly due to the fact it was too matted and unhealthy to even try to save, forcing him to get the messiest buzz cut ever.

    They re-dyed it sometime before The Prison Incident but allowed it to grow slightly past his shoulders even after revival and didn't care to deal with the brown roots. The length felt suffocating and claustrophobic, but he found comfort in the familiar feeling; even going as far as to purposefully only do half-up hairstyles. His personal favorite was half-up pigtails.

—Tommy always had, at the very least, five blades hidden in various places on his person at all times, to settle their intense paranoia; even as far as to have a razor blade kept under his tongue.

—Despite their bad experiences with heights, Tommy enjoyed sitting in high places and childishly swinging their legs off the edge. From this Tommy had grown into a very agile climber.

—Contrary to popular belief, Tommy was quite skilled in dealing with kids, so he'd often babysit the younger generation of the server in exchange for things only he found valuable such as mud, cobblestone, trinkets, moss, golden apples, bells of any sort, and cool rocks.

—Tommy found it difficult to tell that they're alive, and would occasionally spend days in a haze until someone reminded him to breathe.

   On those days—the days they felt like a mindless zombie roaming around without purpose, and he could swear he smelled of rot—plants would droop and wilt around him; a side effect of his reeking necromancy.

—Since his resurrection, butterflies have begun to flock Tommy, which left him to constantly wave them away. 

    They suspected it was due to the various flowers they kept sticking out of their pockets. Tommy does this not only because he simply likes picking flowers and collecting them, but also as a habit from war to ward away the rotten smell of the fallen soldiers.

—When they purposefully thought back to it, Tommy found that their memories of Logstedshire were oddly hazy and difficult to differentiate from the others. 

    Although, on the occasion something occurred that reminded him of the unwelcomed remembrances, he’d often undergo an intense PTSD-induced flashback, which acted as a painful reawakening for not only the same overwhelming emotional state they were in all that time ago, but also the physical pain they indured at the time of the traumatic event they "revisited".

—Tommy never cared much for their health more than the basic survival needs up until he met Tubbo and started tending to the goat’s wounds; Tubbo had very little experience with the streets when he had met Tommy, and Tommy felt a primitive obligation to help the older boy. 

    By treating the tiny injuries on Tubbo, most of which he wouldn't look twice at if he were to get them himself, Tommy learned of his natural affinity for first aid.

   Later in life, Niki taught them more complex first aid; and for as long as it took to learn, Tommy was Niki's apprentice in the earlier wars—which proved quite difficult to do considering Tommy had to simultaneously juggle the responsibility of being a young General as well as a military strategist.

—After Exile, Tommy picked up both crocheting and knitting as a coping mechanism and as a way to get used to their prosthetic hand, per Puffy’s request.    

    However, this proved to be difficult because the various explosions in Exile had eventually tore up the palms of his hands enough that they held a constant, involuntary tremble from nerve damage.

  Tommy, being the workaholic they were, would frequently crochet or knit well past the point of their fingers aching.

—Their own hygiene has never been much of a priority for Tommy, and by extension, neither were showers.

   Not only did they frequently forget, because they didn't consider it important enough to remember, but they also found it unbelievably inconvenient, both time wise and because of his scars. Tommy was covered head-to-toe in scars of various types and origins, to the point that they couldn't stand looking at himself even in mirrors, whether it was because they could no longer recognize themself, or because the scars only provided reminders. Most of the scars were so sensitive that even running water over them caused unbearable pain, especially the permanently cold water from their dirt hut. 

    As a solution, Tubbo and Ranboo would check on Tommy every few days to see if they had taken a shower—as well as his well being, but he didn't need to know that—and if he hadn't, they would have the younger come over and gently pressure him into taking a shower on low pressure with the lights off.

—The Godling of Mischief, who preferred the chosen name of ‘Drista’, was a lesser known Godling only ever found in the form of a small pixie, dressed in red, white, and black jester attire with star detailing. 

    Drista resembled a thorn covered doll carved from twisting wood,  with a large wind-up key in her middle back, and doll-like joints that would emit an eerie clicking sound with every jittery motion; her  movements were erratic and twitchy, as if controlled by some unseen force. She has a humanoid figure with digitigrade legs, a second set of arms, eight insectoid wings, and a grotesque face too hard to describe; Drista would often don a porcelain mask that covers her entire face, designed to look like an entirely different face with an glaring expression, painted with stereotypical clown makeup. (<- not too happy with this because the inspiration behind the face is a VERY difficult to explain mask i found on pinterest)

—As an effect of having to take care of Wilbur most of their life, Tommy had grown quite a skill in cooking, enough that they were considered the second best chef on the server, right behind Technoblade's potato dishes.

    Tommy would occasionally even practice baking as well, though, they weren’t as good at it as they were with cooking. Because of this, Tubbo and Ranboo—who both lack the ability of cooking quality food despite both being adults, tax-payers, and parents—would always rely on him to cook the important food when an occasion occurs.

—At some point in late Exile, Dream had taken to carving a crude and messy Glasgow grin into Tommy’s face as a grotesque replica of the mask the older is known so well to wear. There wasn’t much to do about it when it was still healing and delicate enough for the stitches to pop open at even the slightest movement, but as soon as it had completely healed—which was well into his stay with Technoblade—Tommy subconsciously started a habit of scratching it as a way to fidget. Over time it got bad enough that they had managed to scratch a gaping hole through their right cheek, leaving their teeth visible. (<- i totally did made this on the spot for this very post and it needs to be re-done but i have no clue how lolol)

—After Wilbur’s death, Tommy took ownership of his trench coat and adamantly refused to alter the dimensions of it to better fit them.

—Tommy had lingering slight animalistic body language from when he was raised from the age of four to eight by packs of wolves. (<- i wish i could elaborate but I DON'T KNOW HOOOWWWWAUH)

By sending this you single-handedly brought back my will and motivation to write so i thank you again !!

also its crazy how much i think about ctommy and only ctommy