#Cheyenne Class

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Facing the Borg at Wolf 359 by Paul Young

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Cheyenne Class sans a couple a engines

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Favourite Kitbash?

All these vessels started off as kitbashes from existing physical models sold commercially. Aside from the Constellation-class Stargazer, all the other TNG ones were barely glimpsed in the aftermath of the Battle of Wolf 359, including the 4-nacelle Melbourne-variant Neula class.

Also the shot I got from defunct Eaglemoss didn't show the baby nacelles so here they are:

The DS9 ones heavily featured the Centaur in one episode, while Curry does a flyby in A Time to Stand. Yeager was usually in stock shots around the station, barely visible.

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USS CHEYENNE (M-10) with a submarine at Key West, Florida.

Photograph taken by Lt. H. P. Kingsmore on February 28, 1918.

Kingsmore, H. P. U.S. monitor Cheyenne - Key West, Florida. 1918. State Archives of Florida, Florida Memory. <https://www.floridamemory.com/items/show/148783>, accessed 2 March 2023.

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My main issue with étoile is that it's not long enough, so it's not flushed out enough, and we're told now shown a lot of things. I want to watch as the characters adjust to the swap. I want to see the discomfort and the dancers trying to fit into the cultural differences. I want to see the ballet American students fumble through their first French class then going clubbing for the first time since it's legal for them to drink. I want to see cheyenne get annoyed every time staff come wait on her in her hotel room. I want to watch tobias and gabin's bond grow slowly and how they learn each other's different habits and quirks. I want see mishi interact with them, it feels like she barely interacts with anyone in the company. I want to know more about gabin's past. It's mentioned he was "rags to riches" and lives farther away, I want to see that. I want to know these characters, not just be told about them. I really like the show, and I'm obsessive, so I'm going to latch on to the characters and ships I like, but the show feels rushed and unfinished. And this is the problem with all shows lately. Give us 20+ episode seasons again. I miss filler episodes that barely did anything with the plot but let you get to know the characters. Want to feel like I know these people and the world around them. Building headcanons is fun, but it's not the same as getting to know the characters through their actions. Stop letting greed ruin the art of television.

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etoile s1e8 the offer

i'm really trying with this show and there's been a lot more people acting like actual humans and not caricatures as the season has gone on, but then they do some shit that just i find ridiculous and infuriating and we're back to ignoring reality and i get mad all over again

tobias and gabin having actual conversations and feelings that seems like it's building slowly to a relationship; cheyenne and her mom at the cemetery, getting drunk and bonding; jack struggling with nicholas's health situation - great!

nicholas's health issues being increasingly played up for laughs, cheyenne barging into susu's class and berating her (in theory supposedly correcting her but it was just mean and cruel) and the teacher just letting her do it, genevieve constantly making a fool of herself with the hiccup bullshit etc, cheyenne acting like slipping once on stage is enough to say her dance career is over, pretty much anything involving crispin, tobias stopping the performance and storming on stage...

i get that it's supposed to be a comedy, but for me it's constantly going way beyond what i'm willing to swallow

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Clint Walker Vs. George Maharis

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Clint Walker - (Cheyenne, Kodiak) - Low melodic voice, fucking enormous chest, and he's 6 feet 6 inches for some gaddamn reason. Loved him as Cheyenne Bodie so very much.

George Maharis - (Route 66) - "...I don’t know if I can fully capture what makes him so hot to me, but haven’t we all loved a bad boy with a sensitive soul at some point in our lives? And for me, nobody did it better than him..." Full text propaganda below the cut.

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Additional propaganda below the cut

Clint Walker:

George Maharis:

One of the stars of Route 66 (1960-1964,) one of the most ambitious television shows of its time. The series followed two drifters traveling the country in a Chevrolet Corvette convertible, Maharis played Buz Murdock, the working-class bad boy with a sensitive soul. Each week he and his friend Tod would arrive in a new city or town and stumble into some local drama (all filmed on location around the country.) Although he was supposed to be one of two leads, as the show went on it became clear Maharis was the superior actor and the scripts started to reflect it. The writers would give him increasingly demanding roles (in one episode, for example, his character is temporarily blinded and has to learn to adjust while staying at a school for the blind) which he always pulled off the aplomb despite the minimal prep time and demanding schedule of shooting 30-episode seasons of TV in a new location every week.

All of this should’ve set him up for a long career as the next Brando or James Dean, but the long hours took a toll on his health and the producers refused to lighten his work schedule to help him recover. On top of that, he was gay in an era when that could ruin your career. The producers weren’t happy when they found out and that probably influenced how they treated him. Subsequent vice squad arrests after leaving the show would hamper his ability to find high profile roles. I don’t know if I can fully capture what makes him so hot to me, but haven’t we all loved a bad boy with a sensitive soul at some point in our lives? And for me, nobody did it better than him. So vote for him for that reason, or as an F-You to all the homophobes who ruined his career.

CW: Brief discussions of murder and (implied) attempted assault

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Hey. A star trek type poll.

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Chinookan Peoples, Creation Story, & Blue Jay Tales

The Chinook people (Chinookan peoples) are a Native American nation of the US Pacific Northwest who inhabited the region of modern-day southwest Washington state and northern Oregon; many Chinookans still live there. Among their most famous stories are the Chinook Creation Tale and the Blue Jay tales, the latter featuring Blue Jay, the Chinookan trickster figure.

Illustration of the Interior of a Chinookan Plankhouse

A. T. Agate (Public Domain)

Like the Saynday tales of the Kiowa, Wihio tales of the Cheyenne, and Iktomi tales of the Sioux, the Blue Jay tales of the Chinookan peoples always feature the trickster figure Blue Jay and, often, his long-suffering older sister Ioi, who must endure his constant lies (though he famously always claims it is she who is telling untruths) and often outrageous behavior.

In the two Blue Jay tales given below, Blue Jay takes a wife from the Land of the Dead and then abandons her once her people ask him for proper tribute (Blue Jay Finds a Wife) and, in How the Sun Was Stolen, inadvertently helps a man disguised as a slave steal the sun from the daughter of the Sun Keeper by lying to the people (and his brother Robin) about his relationship with the "slave" in order to enhance his status.

The Chinook Creation Tale is an account of how the Chinook came to be but also serves as an origin tale on the proper way to prepare salmon, a staple of the Chinook diet, and the origin of the Thunderbird, a popular supernatural entity, sometimes deity, featured in the myths and legends of many of the Native peoples of North America. Together, these three tales offer a glimpse into the culture of the Chinook people.

Chinookan Peoples & Culture

The Chinook are best known in Euro-American history from their 1805 interaction with the Lewis and Clark Expedition (1804-1806) when they aided the party, but the Chinookan peoples had lived for centuries before that time along the waterway now known as the Columbia River. According to some scholars, Chinook may mean "fish eaters", owing to their reliance on fish as a staple in their meals (though this claim has been challenged). They were originally a hunter-gatherer people before establishing permanent communities distinguished by their longhouses (plankhouses, approximately 150 ft/45 m long by 60 ft/18 m wide), which were homes to extended families of sometimes up to 40 or 50 people.

Men hunted (primarily elk), fished (usually spearfishing for salmon), defended the village, made war, and brought home captives, who were then either ransomed or used as slaves. Women built the homes, gathered herbs, edible plants, nuts, and roots, made clothing and footwear, raised the children, and prepared the meals. Both girls and boys could participate in the vision quest when they reached adolescence, and women and men could both serve as shamans ("medicine men" and "medicine women") in the community.

Cathlapotle Plankhouse

Walter Siegmund (CC BY-SA)

The Chinook believed (and still believe) in a single Great Spirit Creator God (Neahkanie) who made and maintains the world with the assistance of other supernatural entities such as elemental spirits of the earth, water, air, and fire. Nature spirits are understood as a simple reality of life for the Chinook as are guardian spirits who assist and guide one through life. As with most, if not all, Native American peoples, the Chinook believe in an afterlife similar to their experiences on earth but without sickness, sorrow, disappointment, deprivation, or, of course, death.

Chinookan society was stratified, and the upper class of some bands practiced head binding (flattening the forehead and skull of children from infancy to around their first birthday) to distinguish them from the "round heads" of the lower classes. It is for this reason that the Chinookan peoples were often referred to as the "Flathead Indians" by the early European explorers who encountered them. Some bands also practiced slavery, but no flat-headed individuals of the upper class could be enslaved, only the "round heads" of the lower classes or those of other nations who had been taken captive in warfare.

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Cheyenne Class Ortho Views by Away Team Gear

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USS Cheyenne in combat

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I've been sick with a cold but I also got accepted to one of the early classes for the next semester. Stoked to be taking this class because it's 1. on language in maths and scientific education and 2. already counts for my master's degree.

I spent this week reading tons and decluttering and I learnt some knitting and found some lovely yt channels (namely AdventureDenali) and spent lots of time with Cheyenne Barton as well, journalled, spent an awful amount of money on bits and bobs, painted, cleaned and cooked well for myself.

Days went by quickly but, apart from a congested nose and heavy coughs, I felt more and more relaxed as the week went on.

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34th Hunger Games tributes in class

bro... this is already gonna be bad THIS IS JUST FOR FUN AND FOR ME TO HAVE REFERENCE FOR THE CHARACTERS. ALSO FOR YOU GUYS TO GET TO KNOW THEM A TINY BIT pirouette: quiet kid, but in a "you'll-find-poison frogs-in-your-water-bottle-if-you-cross-her" kind of way imperial: dumb, lovable jock. students love him. coaches love him. teachers love him. the fruit fly on the window probably loves him. nestra: pick-me, petty, probably judges your clothes, absolutely worships the popular kids. says every intrusive thought out loud. elegy: that kind of quiet kid who looks cool and serious but is such a loser in the best possible way circuit: class kleptomaniac. missing necklace? check circuit's lunch bag. missing bracelet, pencil, protractor? guess who boris: the weird kid... he's smart but also kind of scary because if you get to close he might tweak out and start screaming (he has never had a friend in his life) idris: class mean girl. so regina george, backhanded compliments, plots behind your back, definitely eats puppies and kittens for breakfast fergal: the playboy... a constant flirt with everyone he meets, popular with the teachers. wowwww, he's such a charmer! titania: the teacher's pet- raises her hand for every question, does bonus assignments, has like eight different extra-curriculars, confident but a total wreck under it all hiro: quiet kid, but in a chill, sarcastic kind of way. has big dreams but too lazy to follow them. can't spell the word elevator. trivia: stoner girl. looks kind of scary but is super laid-back and chill. definitely writes guitar serenades valero: little deer boy, freezes up as soon as he gets spoken too, will run away if you're not looking. likes cats for sure. kind of weird hickory: sports girl. super competitive, blunt, rude, can't turn down any dares. ANY DARES. don't ask her about the kitten incident. romulus: no one even knows... quiet, angry little forest boy, hates annoying people, just hates people in general. he'll smack you if you're in his personal space anne may: precious angel wonderful princess sprinkles perfection. motherly and probably made of marshmallows and spun sugar. SO SWEET cordovan: suspicious quiet kid. doesn't trust you. pretty chill and carefree. also doesn't care about you. aviva: daydreamer. believes every conspiracy theory on reddit. has never payed attention in class a day of her life. hayes: intimidating. kinda short but stocky, looks like a farmer's boy. doesn't talk a lot. terrible at math. all of his grades are in the 60s. cheyenne: horse girl. just an animal girl in general. very loyal, very empathetic. probably makes homes for the bugs on the sidewalk. harvey: class clown. will do anything for attention. likes the laughs and always performing. secretly super emo. vala: fitness girl. wants to run around the track at recess. people pleaser, doesn't like to argue. she would rather hit some squats. persil: smart, cute, quiet kid. gives you surprisingly deep advice and then cries over an inchworm. veda: baby... precious baby lost in ideals of a perfect world. doesn't think about suffering or pain. doesn't want to waylon: anger issues. very bold and protective but he WILL throw a chair at you if he doesn't agree with your ideas. loud, outspoken, rebellious

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new mutants headcanon:

since a lot of the characters are bi/multilingual i think that they would all accidentally pick up words from one another and so like imagine right

new mutants are in class and like, berto forgets a word in english. you would think he would say it in portugese right. the other language he knows. but he blanks and instead says it in fucking latin.

dani curses in russian when she stubs her toe.

xuân accidentally counting in cheyenne when trying to do math.

rahne slipping into french when talking to moira on the phone because she had been learning from xuân and mixed herself up.

and all of them teach each other every curse word in every language they know. because they’re teenagers like that lol

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thanks for the tag @elenath9, @agent-troi and @stargatesg-1obsessed! Also, sorry I'm horribly late, but... 10 is a big commitment, and real life has been bananas. Because of that, I've been in a writing lull and hoping this will jump start my creativity. Hard to be creative when you're tired.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway!

A Lot More Fun I was 16 when I got my first car. It wasn’t much to look at, but then again, neither was I at 16. My hair was too short, I had a new pimple every other week, and the Army hadn’t seen fit to give me most of my muscles yet to go along with my latest growth spurt. I had a great time putting that car back together and turning it into something that would actually drive from home to the drive-in 20 miles away in the next town over. I had an even better time once it was finished, and Allison Sheridan agreed to get into it with me. 

You Haven't Said 'No' Actually, when Pete took me to the house, I panicked. I’ve never lived with a guy before. Maybe it should be easy, but there are a lot of things in my space that I like a certain way. Some of it’s organized. Some of it’s organized chaos, but it’s all mine. And in that moment I knew that I couldn’t mix my chaos with his. I didn’t want to. The only chaos I was interested in incorporating into my life was Jack’s. 

Something Other Than Quarks “Sir, I need your help,” an exasperated Carter told Jack as she hit the stop button on the elevator. She had a desperate gleam in her blue eyes, and Jack was beginning to think she may be a bit touched.  “You all right? What’s going on?”  “I’m fine, but I need your help.”  “What’s with the dramatics?” he asked, pointing toward the emergency stop button that she had just smacked before backing herself into the corner and accosting him with her yet unspoken request.  “I really need your help.”  “Well, spill it. I’m sure whatever it is, we can figure it out.”  “Marry me.” 

Milk and Cookies (With distance between me and this story, the title grosses me out now) It had been a couple of days since Jack had woken up alone in bed. The rumpled white pillow next to his gave it away. Looking over his shoulder toward the bathroom door, he checked for Sam, but the bathroom was dark.   The clock read oh-two-hundred-ish. It was Christmas morning, but just barely. Pulling himself out of bed in his sweats and undershirt, Jack dragged himself to the bedroom door and down the stairs.  The kitchen light was on, and he could smell something sweet. It wasn’t Sam this time.  In her pajamas and sock feet, Sam turned, pulling a finger from between her lips as she did. The spoon in her hand had some kind of food on it, presumably. 

Hope in a Side Pocket It was a silly thing really, but still, Daniel packed it religiously into his pack on every mission. A clay cup, carefully decorated and glazed, intended to be treasured, but he traced his finger down the side where the evidence still left its mark. 

When the Hammer Falls “Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c called to him from ladder behind him, and Daniel turned his head, diverting his attention from the stars and toward his friend. Sitting on the ground at the top of this emergency exit on top of Cheyenne Mountain had become one of Daniel’s favorite night time activities during the past several months, and he was especially in need of it tonight. 

Mistaken Identity “Hey,” Jack barked from where he hung off of the door frame of Sam’s lab decked out in his Class A uniform.  “Ja—” Sam began before catching her own mistake. Jack ambled in, dropping his cap on the workbench. “General. I didn’t know you were in town.”  “‘Jack’ is fine, and Landry needed a little hand-holding. Couldn’t find the stapler.”  “That's probably because you took it with you to Washington,” Sam reminded him with a conspiratorial grin.  “Would you," Jack looked around behind him and down the hall before hitting the switch to shut the door behind him. “Keep your voice down about the stapler, would ya?” 

Woman Trouble “Whatcha doin’?” Jack asked when he plunked himself down across the table from a solitary Carter in the commissary. With everything that had been going on since he took over the base, Jack hadn’t had enough time to bug his favorite astrophysicist, and lunch seemed like as good an opportunity as any other, even if he did have a stack of useless forms to sign on his desk. Working through lunch was becoming a filthy habit. 

The Others “Samantha!” Jack called out to her in vain from the ramp of the Stargate. Damn that stubborn woman, he thought as an orange flash and smoke filled the briefing room above. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was supposed to come with him to the Beta Site. They needed her. He needed her. He was running out of time, and he might miss his window of opportunity, but did that really matter? He didn’t want to go if it was without her.  Running at top speed from the gate up the stairs, he ducked low to stay under the smoke. She lay on the floor near the door, the grenade having put all of them on the ground. 

A Good Sniff “Last one,” Jack told her, setting his box on top of the stack.  “Thanks, I just didn’t trust the movers with this stuff. You know how they are.” Sam’s PCS was tomorrow. She was officially heading R&D at Area 51, and tonight was the last night that she would be under his command. They both knew it, of course, but neither one of them had mentioned it. 

I don't do tags, but obvs please feel free to share if you like. :)

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Random question, but what inspired you to write "Lost generation" . It really reminded me of "Cabaret" the musical, so it got me wondering!

Hello and thanks for the ask! The idea was inspired from two different sources. The first was actually the name of a bar in my hometown called Cheyenne Supper Club. It had an American Wild West cowboy theme, but what stuck with me was the name and I toyed with the thought of Roderich owning a Wild West brothel called The Supper Club in the 1800s. The second source was the 1978 movie Pretty Baby. My photography professor often cited it in class and I happened to see it one day on TV. The movie was inspired by photographer Ernest Bellocq, who documented sex workers in New Orleans’ red light district at the turn of the century. That’s where I got the idea for Roderich being a brothel owner and Ludwig being like this innocent character who happens to grow up in this world because his brother works there and he eventually turns to it too. In my original idea of the Wild West setting, Roderich would have been like the head Madame.

The Wild West plot wasn’t really going anywhere though, and I’ve always loved early jazz music from the 1920s and ‘30s. I honestly can’t remember why I changed the setting to Weimar Germany. It’s a time period that’s always fascinated me, and coupled with the music, it felt like it had more opportunities to develop. And the more research I did, the more I realized I could bring it beyond the 1920s cabaret world. I’ve never seen the musical Cabaret, but I’m familiar with the songs and plot and read the book that inspired the musical, Goodbye to Berlin by Christopher Isherwood.

I really want to get back into writing for this world. There are parts of Lost Generation that I’ve been thinking about rewriting and posting on AO3 while keeping the original on fanfiction.net. Thanks again for the ask! Lost Generation was my first fic where I really got into world-building within an historical context, so it always makes me happy to talk about and to see it still has traction 😊