#windwill

[godoflazziness]

Archon....

I got something its a fan.

Its a tiny windmill that can create wind with electro stuff.

" My, what a curious device you have there~ and it's powered by electro you say? Hmm.. let me get a closer look at-"

"ah- ah- achoo!"

[twstfanblog]

*During the Culinary Crucible*

🔪:

🎮: I-is it good?

🔪: Oh, I forgot I was judging. No, this is awful, but that's not what I was thinking about.

🎮: O-oh...

♥️: Fuck you. We worked hard on that dish. What are you even thinking about?

🔪: How much money does this fucking school have?

🔪: There's a fucking barn and windwill on campus but apparently wer'e too poor to have to pay actual staff for like 90% of the faculty?

🎮:

♥️:

🐶: Puppy, just judge the slop. 1.

🍩: It was edible. 4

🔪: Can I give -5 points?

♥️: Oh, fuck you.

🔪: Who eats Vegetable Mousse????

[tagedeszorns]

Thank you for your Lucius work ❤️

Oh I love him

Thank you for your encouraging ask! 😊

Sometimes I feel like I'm fighting windwills with drawing and writing the praise of the lesser known characters of the Warhammer-'verse. Even if it's ridiculous calling some of the most important and most well covered in literature characters like Lucius, Fabius, Eidolon or Erebus "lesser known", but if I use Tumblr-Warhammer as a reference, everybody who isn't a Primarch is of little interest. And let's be honest - what is featured in most of the posts isn't the Primarchs as they are featured in canon, just their two or three most meme-able traits packed into a post or drawing. I am not free of the siren call of this easy way! I see other people get hundreds of notes and so much engagement for such posts and I am so tempted! Especially compared with my meagre few notes.

But then I think of Eidolon and his very true motto (no, that's not canon): Popularity is the slutty little cousin of prestige.

And then I lean back and indulge in loving you, the great people engaging with me in conversations and enjoy the more obscure details of Warhammer, and I am back at my equilibrium.

Never change!

[antirepurp]

ok we've officially crashed guess i need to look around for possible solutions should they exist

bets on if i can get past the intro cutscene of unleashed

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...(14)

The Kick

Robert Fischer x reader

description - it's time for the kick.

word count - 1.5k

warnings - explosives, falling, risk of drowning, struggling to breathe

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Robert breathed deeply and reached towards the keypad with earned hesitancy. His fingers brushed each pad and typed in the number which had spread across each inch of his mind.

5

*beep*

2

*beep*

8

*beep*

4

*beep*

9

*beep*

1

*beep*

A loud clank was heard. The steel door rippled open. Screaming at its own weight.

We were affronted with a room of modern decoration. Black consumes our eyes. Streams of white light direct our gaze to the centre. The room fixated on a single hospital bed. Sat alone in its decorated place. Maurice Fischer lays dying.

Our feet push us forward into the room. An invisible string dragging the two of us. The closer we got we seemed to understand a babble coming from the sickly Maurice Fischer. Robert took off in front as I lagged behind, feeling out of place. I wanted to be close as Robert asked me to. But this was not meant for me.

“I was dis—disa—I was disa—” The words seem to fall out of his mouth with no structure.

“I know Dad.” Robert speaks with an assurance I had never heard before. It tugged on my heart hearing his complacency in face of such words.

My body shook feverishly. This was the culmination of everything and we had one shot.

Robert leant into a kneel at his Dad’s bedside whilst I stayed standing a few feet away.

“Disa—disa—”

“I know you were disappointed I couldn’t be you.” His voice quietened upon the words.

“No—no…no.” A silence swarmed the air. I turned around and met the eyes of Eames who waited, charges primed.

“I was disappointed…” My breath broke. “That you tried.”

Every particle in the air broke with the brevity of that spoken word.

Each inhale quickened and erupted in subtle breaths.

Robert’s soul crumbled behind his eyes. His change felt in the shake of the ground of his subconscious.

Maurices feeble hand raised and shook in search of a direction. Robert went to grab it desperate to help in any way. But his hand was shook away so Maurice could direct him to the safe which sat in an ornate dresser.

Robert practically lunged to shove each number into the pad. Once again.

5 *beep* 2*beep*  8 *beep* 4 *beep* 9 *beep* 1*beep*

Behind me I could hear Eames’ mutters of encouragement as we both could feel the beginnings of Arthur’s kick rearing up. I felt anxious in my feet. Desperate to hurry in anyway possible.

Robert opened the safe with interested intensity.

His lip trembles. His face tightens. His eyelids droop.

As he reaches inside his lips wilt to compliment the tears which brim at his eyes.

He pulls out his very own handmade windwill. The very same from the photograph from his room on that fateful day. That moment feels a lifetime ago. So much has happened to us since. And I couldn’t wait for the rest. We just had to make the kick.

But as soon as his eyes clamped onto such a treasured memory, believing his father had remembered it as well, it was done. The air buzzed at the idea’s roots sinking into the ground. The electricity sizzled beneath and a new life was jolted into each member.

But when Robert looked up to embrace his dad he found him dead, once again.

He shook and grasped at his father willing for the clock to be rewritten believing them to have much more life left to live together. I felt a tear slip at the scene knowing it to be a work of fiction. Robert’s dad would never have remembered that windmill.

I approached Robert as his tears streamed in quick succession. I gently placed my hands on his shoulders as he cried tears for a false man. I gripped slightly tighter in silent assurance of my presence. I let my arms slink down to embrace him. I placed a gentle kiss onto his head.

“I’m here.” I softly spoke into his hair but the sentiment was felt all the same.

I turned to Eames and sharply nodded. He responded the same. He pressed the button and the charges sprung to life, exploding around each corner of the hospital.

We would make it.

I held Robert close in comfort. My arms tightly clasped. We would ride the kick’s together.

Every suspended object rattled around us and the world seemed to break.

3

My stomach lurched as the floor fell from beneath us. Plummeting through the layer.

2

My eyes shot open, and I only had seconds to perceive the silver walls cushioning me. I strained my head back to see Arthur grasping at the dropping elevator. I quickly turned to my other side to see Robert awake as well. The lurch in my stomach came once again and darkened my world.

1

I gasped awake again as water rushed through and splattered against my body.

I saw Robert drag out Eames still disguised as Browning up to the surface. Once they were out of sight I ripped my seatbelt off. Schooling my breath so it wouldn’t be wasted I then began to feel out around the van for the easiest exit. I felt a tap on my back and jumped back around but only found Arthur there offering me an oxygen tank. I took it gratefully and managed one fulfilling gulp. I proceeded to swim to the surface out of the open window.

Arthur, Ariadne and I broke through the surface, clasping as much breath into our body as possible.

I spotted the closest bank and pushed my body in a gentle swim. The others closely followed my tail.

We pulled ourselves onto the bank, struggling in our sopping clothes.

I crashed onto my back. My breath still deeply creviced on my chest but I calmed myself with the peaceful image of the sky. It was so real. The sun was warming on my skin. The crisp air kissed my cheeks.

I pushed up onto my elbows and saw Arthur checking over Ariadne. I smiled at the sight of him once again. He met my eyes and smiled as well. But it didn’t seem to reach his ears. I saw a thought cross his eyes and he steeled himself. He raised and approached me. He offered a hand to me and I took it. We stood up together. He began to lead me slightly away from Ariadne, in order to avoid her hearing.

We came to another piece of grass and we sat down together once more, merely looking out on the water. Our knees were touching as well as our elbows and the familiar touch was comforting in that moment. My father was still in limbo. And I didn’t know if he was coming back.

“I need to apologise.” He broke the silence.

“Don’t be silly Arthur.”

“No. I do. I have been unforgivably cruel to you. And you never deserved a moment of it.”

His words seeped sincerity and I felt an unavoidable smile, a sigh at the relieving end to such a painful few weeks.

“Well you were being a bit of a dick.” I knocked his shoulder as I smirked. “So thank you.”

“Arthur?” I fiddled with the sleeve of my jacket. He faced me in a silent go ahead. “Do you..like me?” I nervously asked. He smiled down at my nervous disposition. He took my fiddly hands in his and brought them up so he could kiss them.

“I love you.” He firmly stated. “And I unfairly projected that onto you when you could never love me.”

“Arthur that’s not—”

“Just let me finish.” He softly stopped my thought. “But now I realise that I would be a fool to throw away something as special to me as our friendship over something as stupid as my ego.” We laughed, our hands still locked together.

“I love you.” He continued on. “But I’m not in love with you. And I don’t think you’re in love with me either. But please never doubt that you have always and will always have a special place in my heart.” A few tears slipped out and I pursed my lips to prevent an onslaught.

“You are the best thing in my life, y/n. You have been since you walked into it. And I’d hate to think you wouldn’t be anymore because of something stupid I did.”

“Well of course it would be something you did.” I teased, emphasising the you with a poke to his cheek. He rewarded me with his sweet giggles.

I dragged him forward so I could convey all my love in a tight hug. We separated after a while, each of us very teary and messy.

“Anyways, I can’t compete with all that money.” I sharply elbowed his stomach and he loudly yelped but I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. We both laughed but I dropped off and my face fell. Once he noticed my silence, I felt his eyes drift to assess my melancholy stance. In that moment he knew perfectly what decision I had made. He lightly shook his head.

“Dad stayed to get Saito.” My crackly voice spoke up.

Arthur wordlessly brought me into his chest as he let my pent up tears pour out. He rubbed up and down my back in assurance that it was okay.

“He’ll be lost.” I spluttered out barely above a whisper.

“No.” Arthur said. “He’ll be alright.”

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ahhhhh 2 more chapters left!!!

What do you guys think of Arthur now??

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[voidsentprinces]

Raid Tier trying to seduce me: BE MY QUEEN BEE HONEY BEE-- My Brain already seduced by another: ROUGHSHOD RIDING! OV! ER! DRIVE! TILTING WINDWILLS! WICKED! WANDERING WIDE! MILL IS SLOWLY GRINDING FINE! ALL THE ROTTEN GRIST ON WHICH I DINE! BLACK BOUND INFINITE MARKING TIME! WITH THIS STONE OF WHITE DO WE MARK UP THE NIGHT! SHADOWS SHIFTING PARADIGM TO THE MAN BEHIND PRITHEE PAY NO MIND! The Back of my Brain also seduced by another: SAAAAAAAAAAAYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODNNNIIIIIIGGHHHT!!!!

[whatiwillsay]

Man after listening to the project windwill episode and hearing all the interpretations of the Joe sounds that are secretly like really really sad because she wanted something out of him that he wasn't willing to give I Think He Knows is actually a really sad song because you shouldn't need to THINK that the person you're interested in/dating what's you back you should just know

it was always a mess!

[bethoftheblvd]

If we don’t see flying tractors, trucks and cows, some practical effects with the spinning windwill and noise makers, and they don’t get someone anal about maps/gps and someone to blast rock music in the new one, all will be lost

Throw in a dog named Toby just for the heck of it

Overall though, I really hope they do less theatrics and go more for urgency. Like the trailer showing them holding on to someone about to fly away is great, but that does not and will not compare to how Bill and Jo get through the F-5

[poetyca]

Viaggio - Voyage

🌸Viaggio🌸 Al centro di tutto si placa la tempestaed è respiroascolto ed attesaper anime in viaggio Saranno issate le velequando il vento tornerà ancora per intraprendereuna rotta migliore 06.05.2023 Poetyca 🌸🌿🌸#Poetycamente🌸VoyageAt the heart of it allthe storm subsidesand it’s breathlistening and waitingfor traveling soulsThe sails will be hoistedwhen the windwill come back againto undertakea…

[joekellyotcglobalholdings]

Trader Joe's Is Recalling Cookies Because They May Contain Rocks

Trader Joe's Is Recalling Cookies Because They May Contain Rocks https://www.entrepreneur.com/business-news/trader-joes-rocks-recall-cookies-almond-windwill/456383 The company said they will give customers a full refund. via Entrepreneur: Latest Articles https://www.entrepreneur.com/latest July 25, 2023 at 09:34AM

[compressedrage]

AND IT COULD PARALLEL VICTIM FIXING THE WINDWILL

You guys know those feel-good AUs? In the context of AvAM– where Dark is alive and well, they've figured out the whole thing with Victim, and Alan, and Chosen and Dark live together again (maybe on the PC) and everyone's okay? first things first: I love those AUs. they make me all warm and fuzzy. everyone gets therapy. yay. yippee.

Second things second (heh): in my fics, Chosen burns the house down. a sort of "burning the ships" moment for him, so no one knows what he and Dark were up to. although he doesn't actually burn it to the ground. most of it still stands, just kinda scorched on one side (he burned the balcony room, where the Virabot cannon was).

In one of these AUs, Chosen and Dark would go back to the house. Sure, it's burned and full of history and bad memories but it's their home. They spent seven years of their lives here, together. they're gonna find a way to make it work.

the damage does still stand, though. And neither Chosen or Dark are handy in that way, so the CG excitedly offer their help.

Orange has his pencil, to draw whatever he wants. but the rest of his friends want to help too, so they bring what they know: Minecraft blocks.

Over time, Chosen and Dark's house transforms into an amalgamation of Outernet materials, Minecraft blocks that will never move unless broken– even little places where Orange's pencil fills in the cracks shine through. it's chaotic, it's wonky, it doesn't make any sense.

And it's perfect.

[picsbymichael]

Windmill. Location: Munds Park, Arizona

[howloopyisthat]

[seanshakur]

Lebron James

Los Angeles, 2020

[xygen27]

All windwills can be girls. If anything, all windmills are girls and you cannot convince me otherwise

A windmill can be a girl