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animegirlsakurablr · 1 year ago

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Shenanigans in the Grand Order, part 632

Could the rest of the play just be these two? Please?

Who let the clown be a Master?!

Annnnnnnd completed Salem! Something refreshingly shorter while still stuck in Avalon (slowly beginning to have a hate-boner for that chapter, but I'll talk about that later), and now that all the EoR chapters are done, I think this is my second favorite, with Shinjuku in first, Shimousa in third, and Agartha at the bottom of the barrel.

I really like the atmosphere here, and I think the writer here (Meteo) did a good job, especially when Mash and Carter disappeared and, at least from the viewpoint of Guda, slowly losing their sanity, as well as bits and pieces of the kind of madness that's a kind of foreshadowing for the then new Foreigner class. He also knew just what would make Salem "heretical", such as Hopkins being alive when he shouldn't be and "Tituba" dying early on (I've read The Crucible back in HS, and while it's been a while since then, I know for a fact that Tituba didn't die during the Witch Trials).

There are some things that I wasn't a fan about. For starters, Randolph Carter, aka HP Lovecraft. I just, wasn't a fan of how he's treated as a cool, all-knowing type of character once the Demon God Pillar was dealt with, since, well, look at him. Man was incredibly racist, even so for his time (but sadly not unique to him), and while his racism was more in regards to aristocracy (ie wealthy good, poor bad), it was still mixed in the "poc bad, white good" mentality, and that racism is very prevalent in his writing. There's also a few "quirks" of his, such as not understanding non-euclidean math and was practically terrified of anything that wasn't his hometown of Providence, Rhode Island. And speaking of his writing, I know that before going through Salem half the Foreigner class is connected to his Gods, and I wish that wasn't really the case. A class that focuses on mysterious people (the first two Foreigners, Abigail and Hokusai, historically disappeared, leaving whatever happened to them a giant question mark) or events in history sounds really intriguing, but having his Gods as a sort of "base" for the overall class is less intriguing. That's probably a hot take, but I am glad that after Foreigner!Molay, any new Servants in the class are moving away from the Lovecraft mythos.

And then, there's the fact that despite being one of the main writers, Meteo... doesn't really write that much. Excluding Gen Urobuchi, who was just a guest writer for LB3, Salem is the only main story chapter that Meteo has written. Hell, I don't think he's written any event story as well, except for maybe the CinderEli event. Even outside of FGO, his other Fate work, Fate/Requiem, has been stuck at volume 2 since 2020. I don't know if he doesn't do much writing because of any potential health problems or just laziness, but nonetheless he certainly loves to leave strings hanging. Kinda aggravating, really.

SQ used: 0

Revival stones: 2, I think? I know that I used at least one

If anyone needs me, I'll be going through some interludes.

#Fate/Grand Order #Shenanigans in the Grand Order #Artoria Lancer Alter #Lalter #Florence Nightingale (FGO)

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seherseher · 1 year ago

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A comprehensive grammar of the English language Randolph quirk Sidney greenbaum Geoffrey leech Jan svartvik

Pearson full book reading for seher zeeshan required visa due due

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spoilertv · 1 year ago

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#SpoilerTV

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hubaya · 1 year ago

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Only Murders in the Building' Season 3 Suspect Watch: Who Killed Paul Rudd?

The hit comedy-drama series "Only Murders in the Building" has captivated audiences with its intriguing storyline and lovable characters. As fans eagerly await the third season, one burning question remains: Who killed Paul Rudd? In this article, we delve into the suspenseful mystery surrounding the beloved character's demise and explore potential suspects as we eagerly anticipate the upcoming season.

The Complex Web of Suspects:

Throughout the first two seasons, "Only Murders in the Building" introduced a diverse cast of characters with their fair share of secrets and motives. As we try to unravel the mystery behind Paul Rudd's murder, we find ourselves contemplating the possible culprits among the show's ensemble. Could it be one of the main trio, Charles (Steve Martin), Oliver (Martin Short), or Mabel (Selena Gomez)? Or does the answer lie in the supporting characters who have weaved in and out of the plot?

A Closer Look at the Main Trio:

Charles, Oliver, and Mabel have formed an unlikely bond as amateur sleuths, but could their camaraderie be a façade hiding darker intentions? Charles, the seasoned podcast host, might have uncovered something in his investigations that puts him in harm's way. Oliver, the flamboyant theater director, could have a hidden motive related to his past or present relationships. Mabel, the enigmatic artist, might be harboring a secret that connects her to Paul Rudd's untimely demise.

Unraveling Supporting Characters:

The supporting characters in "Only Murders in the Building" have added layers of complexity to the storyline. From police detective Jan (Da'Vine Joy Randolph) to the eccentric neighbor Howard (Nathan Lane), each character brings their own unique quirks and potential motives to the table. As we wait for Season 3, it is crucial to keep an eye on these individuals and their potential involvement in Paul Rudd's murder.

The Clues and Red Herrings:

"Only Murders in the Building" is known for its clever use of clues and red herrings that keep viewers guessing. From cryptic messages to suspicious encounters, the show has left a trail of breadcrumbs for fans to follow. As we analyze the clues scattered throughout the previous seasons, we can try to piece together the puzzle and uncover who might have had a motive to kill Paul Rudd.

The Power of Speculation:

While we eagerly await the third season of "Only Murders in the Building," it's important to remember that speculation and theories can be as thrilling as the actual reveal. Engaging in discussions with fellow fans, sharing theories, and dissecting the show's intricate details can enhance the viewing experience and create a sense of community as we all try to solve the mystery together.

The anticipation for "Only Murders in the Building" Season 3 continues to grow as fans wonder who killed Paul Rudd. With a wide array of suspects, including the main trio and supporting characters, the possibilities are endless. As we eagerly await the next installment, let's immerse ourselves in the suspense, analyze the clues, and enjoy the thrill of speculation, all while eagerly anticipating the long-awaited answer to the question: Who killed Paul Rudd?

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linguistlist-blog · 2 years ago

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Matrices in Linguistics

My question (LINGUIST List 30.1801, Sat Apr 27 2019) was prompted by Randolph Quirk's (1965) use of matrices of pluses, minuses and question marks to describe and perhaps explain similarities and differences of morphosyntax between linguistic items. I'm planning some work on the ideas there. Meanwhile, in case of interest to LINGUIST readers, here's my current understanding of what came before it. Thanks to Peter Matthews (private communication before I posted to LINGUIST), Magdalena Zoeppritz, http://dlvr.it/SqMQFD

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randomnameless · 1 year ago

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Edel's reaction to her allies's quirks is...

Pretty mild, when it comes to dealing with Bernadetta, but iirc when Linhardt opens their support chain with "I have a new theory about crests and relics that contradict the CoS's version" she quicky shuts him, calling his theories "meaningless blabber".

Maybe he could have discovered the real "secret" behind relics and revealed the plot!

Oh well,

The Emperor Class is so... well, when you compare it to Dimitri and Claude who can solo armies, Edel is supposed to have a lot of def and res? But it doesn't really work.

I've heard a lot of people reclass her to wyvern classes, because her canonical classes suck so much lol. Just you wait until you see the exclusive class skill, iirc, it's something that gives you res+4 when you wait.

Given what happens in the next chapter, sending the brunt of the army towards the capital while the BESF targets Cornelia is a good "decoy" tactic - but I'm pretty sure the Imperial Army sent to the capital was destroyed (since they are fighting both Rhea AND Dimitri!).

Too bad for them, I guess.

Lysithea in this route is... well, you could have expected another reaction learning that the Empire was in cahoots with the people who ruined her life and turned her siblings in, hm, whatever they were turned into before dying, but no. She's happy to be trusted by Edel, and she's going to fight Cornelia. Please ignore how she might have conflicted feelings for fighting with the Empire that used Cornelia'n'pals tech and bioweapons, or have conflicted feelings for fighting for the Empire (they are the ones who sent the "dark mages" to Ordelia, lore wise, after the Hyrm story!). That kool aid must be something really really strong!

Felix's descent to, well, "boarness" is dramatic in CF lol, it feels like he joins the Empire on an emo whim (fuck Dimitri, fuck Dad, fuck Faerghus) and now he tries way too hard not to regret it...

Granted, even if Felix's negative character development is really interesting in CF, Ingrid being here explains more or less why in 3 Nopes, the devs said "stop" and made every BL unrecruitable (save for Ashe and Mercedes), because quite frankly, it doesn't make any sense for those characters (Ingrid, Sylvain, Felix, Annette, etc etc) to ditch the Kingdom when it's being invaded. CF tries to wash it with "Byleth sensei uwu" but it doesn't cut it.

Ah, the unfamous portrait scene! CF in a nutshell, being tone deaf about what your allies and your protagonists are doing, vs the "enemy side", preparing to be invaded and fighting for their lives.

The tone deafness is even more jarring when you realise people you were supposed to be attached too died (Randolph and Ladislava?) last month, but now we're back on drawing and blushing around the avatar. For comparison, if you killed Seteth'n'Flayn, Rhea loses it (even if, as the weeb i am, I still find Inoue's performance more interesting, she's angry, she sounds broken and somehow crying?). So while Rhea is spiralling in her worst nightmare, during the exploration scene (after revealing the plan to strike down the Agarthans!), Edel draws your portrait.

Oh well, it's still not on par with Raphael's "I wonder what's for dinner" during GW's last map when he engages the final boss (I am barely exaggerating), but we're close.

The Insurrection of the Southern Church is more detailed in a book in Nopes, but basically, House Varley back then had two kids, one kid was supposed to inherit the House and the other the Ministry of Religion, Southern Church supported one over the other, one of the kids lost and the Southern Church was kicked out.

Caspar's supports with Shamir and Petra could have been much more interesting, but we're definitely not talking about death tolls in possible supports that can be unlocked in CF lol. For a good Caspar support, if you have the occasion on other PT, I'd suggest to get the one he has with Catherine (that is unavailable on CF!)

Funny to see some people apparently being resentful that Arianrhod became part of the Kingdom when it was built with Adrestia's "tech and money", especially in the route where you are set on demolishing Nabateans and the CoS, who helped create Adrestia (and gave crests to your characters!). I swear it started off as a joke, but the Adrestian Double Standard (TM) is real ^^

Indeed, Cornelia has no lines against Edel, but her end quote is directed to her, even if the lolcalisation lolcalised :

She sorts of praise Edel for having turned against them and made a plot she couldn't anticipate. I guess she's a fair player, and gives praise where it's due? Kuddos to her?

The Agarthans nuking Arianrhod is supposed to be a warning shot - but as I've said on a previous post, CF's plot armor is thicker than an atomic bunker so...

Let's say the Agarthans don't nuke the BESF at the end of the route, or don't even nuke Enbarr at the end CF, when their goal is achieved, and without the excuse of the plot armor, I really can't see why this never happened.

Oh well. Just CF things!

For the next chapter, you have two alternate endings, depending if you kill someone within a certain turncount or not. And Rhea cosplays!

Staring the Kingdom half of CF!

The standout point is obviously the interplay regarding Arianrhod. Taking it is part of a strategy to attack Fhirdiad in a pincer maneuver, but a side goal is killing Cornelia, who Edelgard and Hubert know is an Agarthan. The whole thing is cloaked in plausible deniability and doubletalk, but Arundel pretty much immediately retaliates by dropping javelins of light onto Arianrhod as a warning. Of course, Edie then proceeds to lie and claim the church did it. Woof.

As a side note, there was a lot of supports this chapter because I went to the monastery a few times and ate a bunch of meals. I don't care too much for the Black Eagles, so I didn't have too many impressions (though some pairings seem to work better than others imo), but one interesting thing is that Edelgard is... hm, more patient that I would necessarily give her credit for?

I know people say they admire her drive and determination, but given her nonsense and unfounded goals, I never really saw those as positives. However, I have to say her self-control is quite impressive. She really can keep a straight face through anything (only giving actual emotional reactions to Byleth once she's very comfortable with them) - compare to Claude quite easily losing his cool and getting defensive if something hits too close to home. But she also keeps a very even keel when dealing with the Black Eagles' "quirks." In particular, she's quite calm in regard to Bernadetta's nonsense in a way that is quite humanizing.

It's not anything deep, but I did find it interesting.

Live blogging:

Hum... the way they go "we're marching to Fhirdiad!... except we're not! we're going to Arianrhod!" really feels like they realized they needed to squeeze in at least one more chapter to pad out the route. Edelgard's promotion to Emperor class also feels very random.

In-universe, we're sending most of the army toward the capital, while our little group goes to assault a famous fortress. Somehow. How are we even reaching it...

Hubert and Edie know about Cornelia having a "weapon" (Titanus, as we see later).

Lysithea is touched at being trusted with this secret plan (as part of the strike force) and says she's now fully into Edie's cool aid. Petra likes surprise tactics. Leonie... does not. She slips up and calls it cowardly lol.

Felix insists he's totally cool with betraying his homeland and his family, he'll kill his king, his father and the goddess, you just watch... but his sword feels heavy u.u

Ingrid says she's... not cool with being a traitor everyone who ever loved her, but you see, she must because uh Byleth said so and she trust Byleth (and their C rank in lances or whatever it was).

Sylvain is thinking about Dimitri and wants to train. He's mentioned before that he's afraid he'll get killed in battle, as well as the rest of us.

Dimitri is called the Tempest King because there's nothing left in his wake, like after a storm.

Edelgard has locked herself in her room. She also painted a portrait of Byleth. Sure, ok.

120 years ago, the Southern Church in the empire "had a massive insurrection" and the bishop who participated was exiled by the emperor. Boy, the Empire sure has a lot of insurrections, huh?

Bernie has decided she wants to travel and draw pictures of (cute carnivorous) plants she sees.

Caspar's supports with Petra and Shamir both bring up his feelings of guilt about his father's and the empire's war and the human toll of that. It's... kind of something that both of them seem to mostly sidestep the issue in the end.

I think the quest to get the dark merchant to appear on this route only gives you... Brigid and bandit battalions, so the Morfis battalion being linked to it on SS was just a coincidence, I guess.

Arianrhod is a fortress city that was built about 400 years ago. It was built by the Empire (using their "money and technology") against the Kingdom, I guess during their independence war. However, the head of House Rowe betrayed the empire and sided with the kingdom, making it change hands right before its completion. It has not fallen since. It's called the Silver Maiden due to its beautiful white walls.

Cornelia brought some Titanus with her, along with dark mages and... Gwendal. She tells the Titanus(es?) to go ahead and kill Kingdom troops too.

Doesn't seem to be any special dialogue for Cornelia vs Edelgard.

Immediately after we beat up Cornelia, Arundel comes over lol. Lots of double talk between him and Edelgard but the main point is that, per the paralogue, Edelgard is beginning to act more impudently toward the Agarthans, since she is gaining more and more power and getting closer to her goal (after which, they're next on the chopping block). This includes intentionally targeting Cornelia while still maintaining deniability about how she totes didn't know Cornelia was an Agarthan mole.

btw, the fact that I know we do not have a section for fighting the Agarthans on this route is high-key ridiculous, given the buildup.

The Agarthans nuke Arianrhod as a warning, though that's uh... quite pointless, honestly. Based on Hubert's panicked reaction and Edelgard's obvious surprise, they did not know this was a thing.

However, they had previously investigated Aillel and thought it was the goddess's doing. They know better now... but that won't stop them from blaming it on the church anyway!

The scene of Edelgard calmly lying to the crew is amazing as a contrast. I haven't seen whatever equivalent there is on AM, but iirc VW had a pretty direct parallel where Claude explains stuff to the team. It had the usual Church Bad issues, but that's at least his honest perspective and not... flat lying. This route is really just lies all the way down.

#kyogre-blue #remember how she's apparently fighting against the church because they distort history? But she is doing the same right now?#if that route took itself seriously it could have been the best route of the game #like imagine a real bad ending #idk if you played Baten Kaitos #but at the midpoint of the game you have a 'twist' where it feels like the player lost #I loved it!#Rhea's descent to madness is painful to watch but moreover hear bcs #Inoue really plays the 'your actions broke her' angle #sure she's angry #but she's also desperate and upset and grieves #i remember during my only run of CF Edel in her canon class was a deadweight #maybe a i was rng screwed but Ferdie was a better tank and he had mobility #FE16

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seherzeeshan · 24 days ago

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A comprehensive grammar of the English language Randolph quirk Sidney greenbaum Geoffrey leech Jan svartvik full book reading required for seher zeeshan visa due due

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dcbutinamrev · 3 years ago

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Could you write a bit of Meade and Tench? Inspired by D&I, I love how you write and sorry for bothering you

Thank you sm!!! Of course, anon! It's not a bother at all! Both inspired by D&I and a mini comic about Kidder getting stuck in the chimney by pupbee.paws on Instagram. Set in their headquarters in Valley Forge.

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Richard Kidder Meade blinks when he feels the sun's beams shining through the window with his shared quarters with his old friend Tench Tilghman. Meade yawns, rather loudly to be quite honest and rolls over onto his side, facing the wall. He shares the bed with Tilghman, who twitches every now and then in his sleep. Even though it is quite aggrevating, Meade also doesn't mind.

Meade keeps his eyes open as he stares off at the wall before him, listening to Tilghman's soft snores coming from beside. It's early yet, though he has no doubt Colonel Hamilton is most at work, as always, probably finishing some drafts or corrospondences. Lieutenant Colonel Laurens must be up as well, for Hamilton would surely be at this ungodly hour of the morning, perhaps coddling him and trying to persude Hamitlon to come back to sleep. To take a break.

Meade smiles to himself at the thought. He knows the two close. He props himself up on one elbow, rubbing the grogginess from his eye and glancing over at his shoulder at Tilghman asleep beside him. Meade furrows his brows with slight curiosity as he tilts his head to one shoulder, wondering about Tilghman's past, his family, if he has a wife--hasn't mentioned one yet--children perhaps? Meade and Tilghman are, in modest friendship, perhaps close as Hamilton and Laaurens, though Tilghman rarely speaks about his personal life--due to his duties and his priorites of the war.

"You're staring how do I make it stop?" Tilghman's voice groans as this catches Meade's eye.

Meade whips his head down towards his old friend, who's now facing him and his expression shows that of annoyance but yet also fondness, both hands pressed underneath his cheek.

Meade clears his throat as he shifts around to hop out of the bed, scratching the back of his neck. "My apologies, Tench. I uh...I was merely...er...lost in thought..."

Tilghman raises an eyebrow as he props himself up on his elbow, a slight, teasing grin on his face. "Oh?"

Meade puckers his lips as though he tasted something sour and never takes his eyes off of his friend. He nods once but doesn't reply. Tilghman hums as he scoots himself forward until he now sits at the edge of the bed and watches Meade shrugs on his long, white shirt, adjusting his ruffled cuffs.

"What plans do you have today, Kidder?" Tilghman asks all of a sudden, breaking the silence in the room.

Meade turns around as he ties his neckcloth and cravat without needing assistance from a mirror. He raises both eyebrows. "Oh. I uh...I know have some corrospondences to ride out to Congress. No doubt about supply and perhaps more men as well as more are needed."

Tilghman hums as he pushes himself up. "Hm."

He strides over towards Meade, now standing an inch below him. Meade glances down at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Your cravat is crooked," Tilghman simply says. "It's disturbing me. Here allow me."

Meade tosses both hands up and allows Tilghman to straighten his cravat back into place. Once finished, Tilghman nods his head up and down in approval. Meade couldn't help but feel the corner's of his lip quirk. Tilghman merely rolls his eyes in response.

The two exit their quarters and into the main parlor where the rest of the family stands, finishing getting themselves ready for the morning. Meade spies Lafayette chatting rather lively with General Washington, Laurens eyeing Hamilton as he fixes his dark red hair into a tight braid rather unusually dreamy. Meade shakes his head at that. He turns to find Tilghman standing between Harrison and McHenry, who hands him a cup of tea while Harrison places a handful of corrospndences and drafts to be written.

Meade walks over to his chair at the long, oval wooden table in the aide-de-camp office, grabbing a random inkpot and quill and pulling out his chair. But before he sits, however, he freezes when he realizes a letter is placed before him. He furrows his brows and tilts his head to one shoulder, an eyebrow raised with curiosity.

Meade glances over his shoulder, no eyes on him, before he snatches the letter. He lets his thumb trail over the elegant cursive of Hamilton's handwriting, a small grin appearing on his face as he lets out a, "Huh", sound.

"What was that, Kidder?" Tilghman prompts, starling Meade out of his gaze.

Meade jerks his head upward suddenly, both of his arms now clasping behind his back and he puffs out his chest a little, squaring his shoulders and clenches his jaw as he eyes Tilghman, McHenry, and Harrison all staring at him with wide, curious eyes and their mouths slightly agape.

"To whom is that letter for?" Harrison wonders.

"And who was it from?" McHenry counters curiously.

Meade clears his throat, glancing over his shoulders at Hamilton who now stands unusually close to Laurens, near to the point his chin could be resting on Laurens's shoulder. Meade shakes his head againn at that and turn back to the trio before him.

"Um...Er...it is from my uh...my er..." He clears his throat again. "From my uh...bride-to-be!" He says rather quickly, so the words are slightly jumbled up. "Elizabeth Randolph's her name."

A small lie but it'll due.

"Now, if you'd excuse me, gentlemen," Meade hisses and quickly trots over to a small area where it's more private.

The trio all turn to each other, brows furrowed, and looks exchanged, and shoulders shrugged.

Meade lets out a breath as he finally unfolds the letter, his eyes ticking up to Hamilton who now stands really unusually close to Laurens--near chest to chest. Meadde furrows his brows as he sees Hamilton tap Laurens's lapel, whispering something only the South Carolinian could hear.

Meade shrugs it off and ticks his eyes back down towards the letter in hand. He feels his anxietys and burdens suddenly wash away when he sees Hamilton's beautiful script before him.

My dear Meade,

It is not without trepidation I admit this to you, but I trust your affections for me will pursuade your most sincere confidentiality. I must further more rely on our friendship to beg a favor of you.

Meade's heart stops and his he feels his eyes grow unusually wide for some reason. He feels his cheeks grow warm as he presses his lips together and glances up at the room around him. Tilghman, Harrison, and McHenry all seated at the aide-de-camp office across the parolor, either sipping tea as they write their corrospondences or munching on their breakfast while Lafayette sips his coffee as he nods at the General as he speaks. Hamilton finally pulling away from Laurens and Laurens now sulking.

Meade couldn't help but chuckle at that.

Meade glances back down at the letter before him before glancing back up. He spies the firepit not far from him. He clamps the letter between his teeth and crouches low until he sneaks around the desks and chairs surrounding the wall. He glances over his shoulder before finally stepping in the firepit.

With a determined look on his face, he presses his back agaisnt the wall and brings one leg up to the wall across from him and his left hand on the opposite wall as well.

Once he reaches a comfortable position, he huffs out a breath of relief and unfolds the letter once more to continue reading. His wide smile instantly falters and his eyes wide, mouth agape.

MEADE! I'M IN LOVE WITH LAURENS!

Do you think he likes me back?? I need you to ask him for me but be SUBTLE about it! Tell me EVERYTHING he says!!!

I have the honor to be, sir, your most affectionate and humble servant,

A. Ham

-Remember, don't tell him I asked you!

Meade stares at the letter with a blank look upon his face. He blinks once, twice, three times with his jaw slacked. He glances up at the wall across from him.

I didn't asked to be involved...

#duty and inclination #richard kidder meade #tench tilghman #anon #ficlet #requested #meade climbs a chimney #mentions of historical lams #amrev #read more #i can't remember if mchenry joined washington's aides before valley forge or after so sorry if i'm incorrect on that #also sorry for the long wait!#i like using ficlet writings as a warm up before getting back to writing in general so feel free to send in requests if you have any #i'll try to answer them the best i can!

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leanstooneside · 1 year ago

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Taking bold action (BELLVIEW)

- advantages

- Professor Sir Randolph Quirk

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iam93percentstardust · 4 years ago

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samtony: Sam, after Riley's death, becomes obsessed with the idea that smthwent wrong with the wings. It was a routine flight and he knows Riley - he knows that Riley would've never fucked up. So the obvious conclusion is that the Air Force is hiding something. He's consumed with the idea that the Air Force is covering smth up, and - chalking it up to PTSD, he's served discharge papers. But this doesn't stop Sam and he traces the wings all the way back to one Anthony Carbonell

Also on ao3 here

The thing is, Riley had been the best of them. He had. It was a simple fact. When they’d first gotten their wings, most of the rest of them had all needed lessons, help, and training but Riley? Riley had taken to the sky like a fucking bird. The Falcon wings had come easy to him, as natural as breathing. Sam will admit that he’s good but Riley had been better.

So when he finally lands, barely able to see through the tears, and demands to know what the fuck happened out there that he’d been forced to watch as his best friend, his brother, fell out of the sky and they tell him that Riley must have made a mistake—he doesn’t believe them.

An unfortunate training exercise.

That’s what they always say when they’re trying to cover something up and that’s what they say now. Doesn’t matter that Sam can still hear Riley’s last words ringing in his ears, the desperation when he told the squadron that something was wrong seconds before he went down. He tries to take it higher, gets turned away no matter who he goes to, and he wonders how high this coverup goes, who else knows that his best friend was all but murdered.

He’s discharged, honorably for his years of service and his PTSD though he’s sure they did everything in their power to try to make it a dishonorable discharge for his meddling and insistence that the truth of Riley’s death is being smothered with lies. Hard to pin a dishonorable discharge on a war hero though and Sam is the hero of the 96th Bomb Squadron.

It’s as he’s packing to go that an officer, only a few years older than Sam himself, slips into his room. Sam jumps to his feet and salutes. “Sir,” he says smartly.

“At ease,” the officer replies. He sticks his hand out. “Major Jim Rhodes.”

Slowly, Sam shakes his hand, wondering what’s going on. “Airman Wilson.” Or, well, he supposes he’s not an airman anymore. There’d been talk of him going to Randolph AFB after this tour was over to work as an instructor pilot but now he’s been discharged so that plan has gone down the drain.

“I know. Word going around the base is you’re going home.”

“That’s right,” Sam agrees.

“Any thoughts on where you’re going to go?”

Sam narrows his eyes suspiciously. “Not sure yet,” he says slowly. Are they fishing for information on him? Planning to keep an eye out on what he does? Who he talks to?

Major Rhodes nods like it’s nothing less than what he’d expected. “Do you know who made your wings?” he suddenly asks, apropos of nothing.

“Stane Industries.”

“Have you ever been to one of their facilities?”

“The one in California,” Sam says, starting to understand what might be happening. “That’s where we were outfitted for our wings.”

“Yeah, that’s a nice one,” Major Rhodes says, nodding absently. “I got to visit their New York facility myself. This was back in the 90s, back when it was still Stark Industries. I’ve still got a friend working there in R&D. You might try looking him up if you’re ever in New York. He’s a great tour guide.”

Sam smiles to himself. “What’s his name?”

“Tony.”

“Does he have a last name to go with that?”

“Not one that he recognizes anymore. Besides, you can’t miss him.”

“Everyone has to have a name.”

Major Rhodes thinks about it for a minute and then softly says, “You might try Carbonell. Tony Carbonell.”

His first attempt at getting inside Stane Industries doesn’t go well. He gets as far as the front desk where the receptionist asks who he’s there to see. He gives her the name Major Rhodes gave him, she goes as white as a sheet, and then politely informs him that no one by that name works at SI.

“Then is there a Tony who works in R&D at all?” he asks, frustrated. He can feel that he’s in the right place, he just knows it. But it’s just like it was with the military: getting turned away at every corner with people who definitely know something pretending that they know nothing. And badly pretending at that. If they’re going to lie to him, the least they could do is make a decent job of it.

“Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asks.

No because he doesn’t want the guy to know he’s coming.

“Then there isn’t a Tony who works here.”

He glares at her and turns on his heel, stalking out of the building, already planning how he’s going to either break in to meet with this guy or stage an appointment. SI has an underground garage attached to it and he’s walking back to his car when he hears the heels clicking behind him.

“Mr. Wilson?” someone asks.

“Who’s asking?” he says grumpily, turning to face the young woman in the pristine white suit. Seriously, who wears white to an office job? That’s just asking for dirt.

“Virginia Potts, Mr. Stane’s PA,” she says smartly. “Ms. Arbogast said you’re looking for Tony Carbonell? Who sent you?”

Sam stares at her for a long time, trying to decide if she’s a friend or a foe. Ms. Potts has an impressive poker face though and she just stares back at him blandly, waiting for his answer. “Major Rhodes,” he says eventually. “He said Carbonell was a friend of his.”

Ms. Potts relaxes, dropping the tension that he hadn’t even realized she was carrying. “Rhodey,” she breathes. Her hand twitches at her side. Sam glances down at it and realizes that she’d had her thumb on a small button, hooked up to a wire that runs up through her sleeve. What was it supposed to do? Call for help? Something more sinister?

With her other hand, she extends a business card to him. He doesn’t take it. “Mr. Wilson,” she says quietly. “If Rhodey sent you, then you must be the one with the questions about the Falcon program. Take the card.”

He searches her eyes, trying to find any hint that she’s going to hurt him. But her expression is open now, earnest, and he gingerly reaches out and takes it. It’s mostly blank with only a short address in upstate New York printed on it.

“Ms. Potts?” he asks. “What is this?”

There’s no answer and when he looks back up, he realizes that she’s long gone.

The address leads him to a small cabin in the backwoods.

“I’m gonna be murdered,” he mutters as he climbs out of the car. “This was a terrible idea. I should never have trusted Rhodes. I am definitely gonna be murdered.”

“If I was going to murder you, I wouldn’t have picked the most suspicious location in the entire state to do it.”

Sam doesn’t shout but it’s a near thing. He spins, hand automatically reaching for the pistol in his back pocket, to see a short man in his early thirties standing a few feet away, his own hands jammed into his pockets.

“Sorry,” the man says but he doesn’t sound apologetic. “You must be Sam.”

“Who are you?” he asks instead of confirming it.

The man’s lips quirk in an unamused smile. “Tony.”

“Tony what?” he asks, thinking about what Rhodes had said and how the name had sounded unfamiliar in both his and Potts’ mouths. You might try Carbonell.

“Just Tony.”

“Rhodes said you were Tony Carbonell.”

Tony barks out a laugh. “Is that what he says?” he asks. “Carbonell was my mother’s name.” He turns and heads for the cabin. “Are you coming? Rhodey said you had questions about the Falcon program.”

“And you’re the one with the answers?” Sam asks.

“No. But I’m the one who’s going to help you get the answers. So. Are you coming?”

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First Kiss (Lee Jordan x OC)

Nora plucked a piece of grass out of the lawn and rollin it between two fingers.

“What?” Lee asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Nora shook her head, as if to say never mind, hoping he’d leave the topic at that. But the silence persisted, and rather than taking it upon herself to move on from her willingness (or lack thereof) to date Robbie Carlisle, she found herself wetting her lips and steeling herself up to share a secret that unsettled her more than it probably should.

“I’ve never kissed a boy before,” Nora admitted. She said it breezily, as if it didn’t matter--which, objectively, it didn’t. There was far more to life than kissing and romance, and she had bigger problems pressing in on her at the moment. But this small unwanted fact had stuck in the back of her mind like a burr on a sweater. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been carrying it with her, but it grew more and more irritating as time went on.

Lee’s eyebrows shot up. “Never?”

Nora shook her head again, her fingers twirling the grass more quickly. “Nope.” She let the ‘p’ pop before feeling her thumb wear through the blade of grass, rubbing against her forefinger. She released it, watching it float to the ground before picking a slightly more sturdy clover.

“You lot ‘ve never charmed a bottle or done the whole goblets and love potion bit?” he asked, leaning forward on his knees as if to get a better look at her face.

Once more, Nora shook her head.

“So all that time you and Cedric were close, he never even once kissed you? Not as a dare? Or even on the cheek?”

“He’s not really affectionate that way,” Nora shrugged. “Not with his friends at least.”

It was Lee’s turn to shake his head, although his seemed much more disbelieving and disappointed than Nora might have expected. “I can’t believe it,” he said, leaning back on his hands.

Nora looked down at the clover, digging her thumbnail into the stem, but remained uncharacteristically quiet.

“Just goes to show he truly is an idiot.”

Nora gave a small smile at this, and Lee smiled back, scooching down the hill and close enough to her to knock his shoulder against hers. Which he did.

“Hey,” he said, and she looked up from her flower to him. “Any bloke would be lucky to kiss you.”

Nora snorted. “I’m probably a terrible kisser.”

“Probably,” Lee agreed, and Nora threw her clover at him as he laughed. “Most people are a bit of a mess their first time. It’s a skill you learn like anything else.” He picked up the mangled white flower from his lap and tucked it behind his ear where it drooped a little.

Nora considered this, chewing on the inside of her lip before meeting Lee’s eyes again. “You don’t think...say I agreed to go out with Robbie or anyone and it turns out we really get on, and we get to the point where he wants to kiss me, and when he does I’m horrible at it. Do you think he’d--I don’t know--call it quits because I’m not experienced enough?”

Lee’s shoulders dropped and he looked at Nora with a kindness and patience that she wasn’t sure she fully deserved. “You’re worth more than your kissing ability or any other type of ‘experience’ like that, Nora. And any guy who doesn’t get that, you’re better off without.”

Nora nodded, turning her attention back to the lake. She must have looked as unconvinced as she felt because Lee laughed.

“Hey, if you’re really that worried about it, I’ll kiss you.”

“Really?” Nora asked, her head whipping towards him. Lee looked surprised at the question, and she wondered briefly if he was only joking and she’d made a fool out of herself. Her stomach tightened and she felt a bit sick.

“Yeah,” Lee breathed, his face settling into that earnest expression he’d looked at her with at the Yule Ball.

“Even though I’m going to be bad?”

Lee snorted, running a hand through his hair and causing a few white petals to drift to the ground. “It’s not the worst thing being bad at something, you know? But yes,” he said, dropping his hand. “Even though you may not be the best at it."

Nora worked over the thought, her eyes taking in Lee’s profile following the slope of his nose down to his lips where her eyes rested. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, sometimes.” she admitted.

“Practice on your pillow, I’d imagine,” Lee responded, and Nora laughed loudly.

“Well, here’s hoping kissing you is better than kissing my pillow.”

“I’ll have you know I’m a particularly skilled kisser. Incredibly gifted, you might even say.”

“Might I? Well--”

She didn’t get to finish the sentence. She was cut off by Lee’s lips on hers, stealing her breath and all of the words that would have been carried on it right from her. His hand came up to gently cup her cheek, keeping her head in place, as he softly and chastely kissed her.

It was sweet, but she couldn’t help but feel that kissing was slightly more awkward than she thought it would be. It felt more like pressing two hands palm to palm than she expected, and while her eyes had naturally fluttered shut, it was odd to close her eyes during a moment of intimacy.

Still, she moved a bit closer to Lee, pressing her lips firmly against his and hoping that she was doing it right.

It felt like almost an eternity before Lee pulled away from her, his thumb lightly stroking her cheekbone. “There you are, Nora Randolph. Now you’ve been properly kissed.”

And despite how she may have felt during the kiss, having him whisper so close to her, his lips almost brushing against hers with each word made her want him to kiss her again. This time she’d get it right.

But Lee drew away, returning to his spot next to her. “And for the record, you’re not that bad.”

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