#Log Chute

[bizarre-blorbo-bracket]

Round 2 poll 7: Rev. Green from Cluedo vs the Log Chute from the Mall of America

Propaganda under the cut:

Rev. Green:

1) Literally just a random board game character 😪 2) Ok so basically here’s the deal. One day, about a year and a half or two years ago, I saw some random thing related to Clue online. I (dual U.S. American and Russian citizen, because I was born in America to an immigrant parent, I PROMISE this is important) was confused because among the cast of characters was “Mr. Green”. Now, I hadn’t played Clue in a very long time. It wasn’t my favorite game as a kid, my only memories of it were wanting to play as Ms. Peacock and then my brother taking her and making me pick someone else, but I was pretty confident the character was Reverend Green. What happened? Was he excommunicated?? I kind of figured the name was just changed to reflect a more secular culture and that I had unknowingly played an old copy of the game as a kid.

But it fascinated me. So I spent months on and off researching the topic. (poorly, might I add, it wasn’t a complicated issue. But still.) I found out about many changes from version to version. Clue Junior, Clue VCR Mystery, Clue Master Detectives, all of it. And the whole time, Green was there to greet me in each new version. It was the first thing I always checked. Was he Mister or Reverend? I found out in one version he was a defrocked priest turned businessman, and in another a scam artist who pretended to be a member of the clergy to pull of a scheme. Closer. I ran polls, I went to irl Clue events, and eventually I found what I was looking for the whole time. Green was a Reverend in the 1944 patent of the game, and the subsequent 1949 U.K. release of Cluedo. But, because of fear that U.S. Citizens would take issue with a member of the church being suspected of murder, Parker Brothers changed the name to Mister Green for the U.S. release.

That all could have taken me five minutes of googling, but honestly the chase made the result so much more worth it. And yet, there was something more there in the back of my mind. This all was well and good, but why was I so sure of the U.K. version of the name? My father’s family is Irish so we have a pretty healthy hatred of all things British, there’s no way my dad would’ve had us play that version of the game. Right? But thanks to a response from a poll I ran, I found out that the German version also went with Reverend. Because Green is an Anglican, I kind of assumed that the U.S. change might have been carried over into other international releases. But no! That made me realize that Mister Green is an outlier and that almost all languages of the game use Reverend. So then last night the pieces finally clicked together. I asked my mom to confirm a hunch I had, not expecting her to at all remember something this trivial. Like I said, I didn’t play it much as a kid. Maybe we didn’t even own a copy, and I had just played it at a library or a hurricane shelter or a relative’s house or something. But she remembered. We did, in fact, own the game. Not just any version, but a RUSSIAN COPY. I unknowingly grew up with Cluedo! So I had every reason to believe it was Reverend Green and be confused when I heard otherwise.

Tl;dr, minor version difference between Russian and American copies of a board game gave me a hyperfixation and a blorbo.

the Log Chute:

Listen, I hope it is okay to submit a ride, I saw some other people had submitted places (?) BUT, I'm obsessed with this ride, I have a YouTube playlist of people riding it, so I can watch it whenever I want. I live hours away from MOA, but whenever I go, I beg and plead my friend group to go with me. The smell of the ride alone makes me so happy. One time on my birthday, there wasn't a line, so the ride operator let me ride it seven times in a row without getting off. To me, it's like god's gift to the universe. I know all the fun facts about it and recite them to my friends. Also, there's a giant Paul Bunyan animatronic (the ride is Paul Bunyan themed) and they dress him in giant cute holiday sweaters every year!! And they also dress him for different occasions, which is so funny because he's literally like 15 feet tall. It also has a Babe the Blue Ox Statue that I think used to spit mist out of her nostrils, but she no longer has that function. A lot of the animatronics on this ride are no longer operational and I will point out every one while riding it. I'm obsessed with it. I guess if a ride isn't okay to blorbo, the Paul Bunyan and Babe Animatronics are also my blorbo of choice.

[freckles-like-stars-n-shit]

listening to the delta flyers is insane these two people were in pre 2000s star trek and now they're two guys who have a podcast, robert duncan mcneill makes a haiku & garrett wang makes a rhythmic poem abt the episode, this is so fun...

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

River drivers on the Montreal River during the construction of the Ragged Chutes power plant 1909.

The Chutes provided energy to 100 operating mines and mills. Look at the very young driver (4th from left). Photo: Charlie Angus, MP, courtesy The Cobalt Mining Museum

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1985 home in Hurricane, Utah is back on the market, this time it's been listed for 21 days, so far, and has been reduced $11K to $1.489M. Has 9bds, 8ba. There's more than one residence on the property.

The main residence is in a corrugated metal building that looks like a factory and has a large open living area with an industrial vibe.

And, sharing the space is a rather sizeable space ship right behind the sofa.

I think they need a smaller sofa b/c it's right up against the back and you can't really enjoy it.

If you happen to be upstairs, you can take the tube and get down here fast. Watch out for the 2 preserved aliens, you wouldn't want to break the containers.

To play video games, you can close yourself in the ship.

There are a couple bedrooms and baths down here, too.

This looks like the way to go upstairs, b/c you can't crawl back up the chute.

There's a bit of an obstacle course here, like crawling thru this tunnel.

Then you come out the other end.

And, there's a counter and some chairs, plus doors to the patio.

Bedrooms and baths that sleep multiple guests look they're in a spacecraft.

The patio is pretty big and has a privacy wall, plus a pergola. At the end is a gate to the pool.

There's a hot tub and a pool.

That little hut is a studio apt./guest house.

Has a kitchenette, living room, sleeping area and shower.

And, lastly, there's a log cabin style home with a deck.

They don't show much of it, just a dining area.

This small bedroom.

A larger bedroom with a cool truck bed.

And, a bath.

Naturally, they've been renting these places out on Airbnb, but now it's up for sale again, at a reduced price, b/c it didn't sell the last time. Clearly all the guests gather to share the pool.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/166-E-300-N-Hurricane-UT-84737/68889843_zpid/

[willtheweaver]

A writer’s guide to forests: the timber harvest

Looking for something that can serve to set the atmosphere, be a background detail, or even be a plot point? One idea would be the logging industry. No matter your characters or their society, as long as they live on land, they will need wood. The scale of harvesting can greatly impact the forest, and your characters.

The three methods of harvesting both wild and managed woodland are:

Clear cutting- In the short term, this method allows for the greatest yield. An area of forest, sometimes many acres in area, is selected, and all trees within are felled. What happens next can vary. Land slated for settlement or farming will be left cleared, while areas that are part of a managed woodland or plantation will be left to regenerate. Periodically, trees that are diseased or crowded will be removed, but otherwise the forest will be left alone until the time of harvesting. Clear cutting is controversial as the wide scale destruction leaves the topsoil exposed and vulnerable to being carried away by the wind or water runoff. The large scale clearing also destroys large swaths of habitat for wildlife, which can spell trouble for endangered species.

Seed tree harvesting-This is a variation on clear cutting. At the time of harvest, several trees are spared from cutting. These then disperse seeds which become the basis for new growth. As the new trees grow, they are periodically thinned, and the parent trees are harvested. Once the trees reach maturity, a small number are marked to be left standing, and the cycle begins again. As the forest floor is (almost) fully exposed, this method of harvesting suffers from the same problems as regular clear cutting.

Select harvesting- The least destructive method of logging. Only a small number of trees are harvested, with the rest of the forest left alone. As more of the canopy is left intact, the forest floor will naturally be shaded, and the growth of new trees will be slower than if the area was cleared and exposed to the sun. Critics argue that this makes selective cutting not viable from a monetary standpoint, especially when there is a high demand for wood and wood derivatives. Supporters say it is more sustainable and preserves the most forest area for wildlife.

No matter how the forest is harvested in your story, there will be a few things that will more or less be constant. Your characters will need some sort of camp where they live, and where they bring logs. There may be a sawmill on site, as well as a way to transport characters, wood, and supplies. Roads or railways can be used to move on level ground. If there are hills or deep ravines, it would make sense for some sort of chute, funicular, tramway, or switchback railway to be used. And don’t forget about water. Rivers, lakes, and canals can be traversed by boat, with large inlets or natural harbors being the ideal anchorage for timber ships. What is the daily life of people here?

Now, the disruptions caused by logging can be a driving factor or your plot. This could trigger conflict between lumbermen and activists, or people who already live in the forest. What will the felling of trees mean for the wildlife? And is this just a timer harvest, or the prelude to settlement? How these conflicts play out will affect your characters and their society. Look to history for inspiration, but don’t be afraid to take things is a different direction.

[vxnillite]

[part 1] shameless recoms Z-Dog and Walker x AFAB reader smut

NSFW (minors dni)

here's part 2 (i'll also link it at the end)

I was already insane over Z-Dog, now get ready for wave two of that ft. Walker, and I'm starting off with a bang. I feel like I have been pushed beyond the true point of no return, so I'm gonna drag everyone down with me.

Friend said there is no heterosexual energy around these women and I totally agree

I tried my best to keep it gender-neutral despite reader being portrayed as AFAB, and my friend said the neutrality is pretty good, so I hope that this works for others, too.

tags: AFAB reader, gender-neutral, threesome, fingerfucking, fingersucking, nipple play, daddy kink, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, degradation (they call you a slut) Word count: 2393

(you just can't look at them then tell me they're not into women; unless you give me proof they aren't, keep arguing with the wall)

You were lying in bed, reading info logs on your data pad, when you heard the door hiss open. You swiftly turned your head towards it, then your shoulders dropped and you sighed in relief when you saw that it was just Z and Walker, your roommates. Judging by their glistening, blue skin, they'd just come back from the showers.

The two went to throw their dirty clothes in the laundry chute. "We didn't hear you leave the shower room," Z said casually, one brow slightly raised as she looked at you.

"Uh, yeah… I kinda just slipped out of there," you said, watching as they walked over to your bunk. Z loudly plopped herself down on your legs and Walker sat quietly on the edge of the bed next to you. "I was dead tired from all that recom body training," you added.

You noticed Z glancing at Walker's direction. You could only assume that Walker had looked back with the same knowing look on her face because Z's lips clicked into a grin.

Z then shifted her gaze onto you as she ghosted her long, slender, blue fingers up your leg, a playful smirk on her thin lips. "Too tired to have some fun, (Y/N)?"

Oh, no, you thought. The way she emphasised the word 'fun' sent your nerves thrumming with excitement and anticipation. Without thinking, you pressed your thighs together. You were late to realise what you'd done. Z was already revelling in the reaction she'd caused, staring back at you with hubris all over her face.

"C'mon, guys," you tried to reason, tone sheepish as Z changed to a firm hand slowly caressing your leg. You swallowed nervously. "It's really late, and training starts ea—"

Walker put a hand on your cheek and pushed your face towards her, her touch soft yet assertive. "Turning us down? You never did that before," she teased, a more subtle smirk on her lips. "Daddy misses having lots of fun with you, sugar~"

Z got on her hands and knees and stalked her way up to your face. She pressed her weight down half your body, draped her arm over your stomach, held your waist firmly, and whispered in your ear, "I know you want it, too, doll~"

She wedged her knee right up your crotch and your breath hitched reflexively. Heat instantly crawled up your face, but before you could do or say anything else, Walker grabbed your data pad and put it up on the top bunk, never once breaking eye contact with you. Her eyes pierced you with a ravenous hunger burning behind her glowing irises. Then she got closer to you and lightly kissed your jaw, dragging her tongue on your skin for a brief moment. A chill ran up your spine.

Z sensed it, and she wasted no time to start riling you up, too. You felt her press her tongue against your neck. She licked down to the base of it, leaving wet kisses and playful bites all over you. Meanwhile, the hand on your waist had snuck up under your tank top to rest on the bare small of your back, and Z pulled you closer to her. You felt her warm thigh against your mound.

You couldn't help keep a tiny moan from slipping out of you, and Walker was quick to take advantage of your agape lips, pushing her tongue in between them as she kissed you while her hands slowly roamed over whatever part of you that she could reach. Her touch left your skin tingling, as if tiny lightning bolts were shooting out of her fingertips.

Succumbing to your own carnal desire, you licked Walker's tongue as you kissed her back, pulling her in by the neck with your left hand. At the same time, you placed your other hand firmly on Z's chest, then you felt her grab it. She licked your fingers, the hollow of your palm, then started trailing kisses up your arm. When she reached your jaw, you broke away from Walker, and Z pulled you in for a searing kiss of her own.

"Told you they'd be down for it," Walker smirked, chuckling. Then she lowered herself down on your neck. It stung when she sank her canines into the crook, but it excited you just as much. You felt your clothed sex throb excitedly, and your thighs tightened around the knee that was still pressed up against you. 

Walker began to pull your tank top off you, and because you had already prepped to go to sleep, you had nothing else underneath it. Z pulled away to let Walker finish stripping you of your top, only to pounce back with a tugging bite on your lower lip. You licked her lips and closed the distance between the two of you once more.

You moaned into Z's mouth as you felt Walker doing away with your chest, fondling, kissing, licking, sucking, and biting wherever she pleased. She did all that while her other hand caressed your thigh. Then she dragged her hot tongue further down your stomach, leaving light kisses on the way and down your exposed v-line. She pulled on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, but only to expose your mound, licking and kissing it briefly before continuing down to your thighs. Z moved her own knee out of the way as Walker knelt between your legs. She kept kissing you all over.

Meanwhile, Z had been playing with you the entire time. She was more intense and rougher than Walker normally was—their duality worked perfectly to drive you insane every time. Z tugged lightly on your queue braid while she kissed you senseless. It felt weirdly pleasurable. As you two alternated between sloppy kissing and tongue rolling, Z's hand roamed all over your top half, then eventually settled to squeezing and playing with your tits. You were grabbing and fondling hers, too, from under her tank top.

Then, finally, Walker pulled your shorts and underwear down completely. Z immediately cupped your hot, wet pussy, pulling away just in time to let you gasp and moan out loud. You didn't mean to, but Z loved hearing it, anyway. She slid her fingers up between your folds, collecting that slick fluid on her fingertips, then brought those fingers up to her mouth. Watching her do it made you feel weak—the good kind, of course.

"Tongue out, doll."

You instantly obeyed, wantonly looking up at Z as she placed her fingers—wet with her saliva and your slick—on your broadened tongue. You licked, sucked, and nibbled lightly on her digits. 

"Yeah, just like that," she smirked, "Keep being good for us and maybe we'll give you something to suck on other than just fingers."

Your mind went immediately to something specific. Something long, girthy, and hidden in the drawers by the head of your bunk. You spiralled at your wild imagination, panting shamelessly on Z's fingers.

Your breathing became more laboured as you felt Walker getting closer and closer to your sex. She kissed around it, teasing you. Running out of patience, you bucked your hips upward at the air and mewled stubbornly.

"And to think you were turning us down earlier," Z snickered. She took her fingers out your mouth and slowly moved them down your stomach, her touch as light as a feather, yet as hot as burning coal.

You were helpless and at their absolute mercy—just as you always were. You tried your best to muffle your moans with the back of your hand, which was quickly replaced by Z with her fingers again. Oh, she just loved putting anything in your mouth. You shamelessly sucked on her long, slender digits as you felt both women inching closer to your sex. But Z stopped with her fingers on your mound, Walker on the crevice between your thigh and pussy.

You squirmed and whimpered. The two chuckled evilly.

Z pulled her fingers out your mouth and pushed away the stray hair that clung to your face. "You want us, doll?"

"Fuck, yes, I want you."

Walker blew subtly on your pussy. "Beg for it."

You groaned. Why the hell were they stalling like they didn't want this just as bad? Still, you had nothing against them. You were putty in their hands.

"Please, please make a mess of me."

Walker and Z looked at each other smugly. Good enough, they agreed.

Z pushed her fingers back into your mouth, letting you suck them more fervently than before at the same time as she finally touched your clit and Walker kissed your lower lips. The former rubbed your sensitive nub of nerves, and the latter licked your folds in circles. You twitched and grinded your hips, moaning and panting loudly with Z's fingers still on your tongue.

"Just like old times," Z snickered. She drummed her fingers on your clit. "Such a fucking slut~"

"Our slut," Walker added before hungrily lapping up your wet cunt, slurping and sucking loudly. "Moan for us, sugar~"

Oh, you wanted to hate their scheming, conspiring, horny asses so badly. They knew you all had training tomorrow. But they just couldn't wait for an off-day, could they.

Yet you moaned anyway, letting go of whatever modesty you still had left clinging onto you. The thought that someone might hear you outside your door had been long buried by your desire for both women. Your hips pushed themselves up against Walker's face, and she grabbed your ass, striking one cheek with her palm as she ate you out like a starving beast. Z was busy playing with your hard, perked nipples, flicking her tongue over one and pinching the other with her fingers. She chuckled as she did so, aware of how close to bursting that ball of heat in your crotch was. 

But then Walker pulled away, leaving only a broadened tongue pressed against your throbbing pussy. You felt her hot breath on your folds as she chuckled. How fucking evil. But you didn't have the time or coherence to curse her. Desperate for release, you grinded your pussy against her tongue.

Z pulled away from your chest, too. She sat back up and watched you. It turned her on to watch how your expressions twisted with frustration and ecstasy, how erratic your hips moved as you chased your orgasm in futility.

She laughed mockingly. "Oh, Walker, now that's just mean."

"It's more fun this way, and you know it," Walker answered as she moved further away from your crotch and sat up.

You whimpered at her absence, then at her grabbing and squeezing your ass cheeks. She teased, "You wanna cum, sugar?"

You looked her in the eyes and nodded eagerly. "Yes, please…"

Walker slapped your ass. It stung bad, but you wanted her to do it again. "Surely, you can do better than that," she said sternly.

Z clamped her hand down on your throat and licked your cheek. "If you want it that bad," she whispered, biting your ear, "You gotta use your words, baby~" 

You looked back into Z's eyes. Her gaze alone made you shiver. "Do anything you want to me," you quivered, "Just let me cum, please, daddy~"

The grips on your throat and ass tightened in sync. "Again."

"Absolutely anything—please, daddy~"

Z pulled you up in the blink of an eye, locking your lips in an intense yet chaste kiss before she settled to sit behind you. She had your arms tangled up behind your back, which kept you in place. Meanwhile, Walker stalked over and pushed your thighs as far apart as possible. She pushed two fingers into your slick, dripping hole—an erotic squelch resounded as she did—and Z flicked and rubbed your clit. They both started at a fast pace, motivated by the wanton sounds that came from your mouth.

You were seeing stars within seconds. Your vision went hazy as euphoria came in waves. You threw your head back on Z's shoulder, staring open-mouthed at the top bunk's underside, tongue lolling as you moaned and called them their favourite nickname. Your almost-instantaneous orgasm rocked your entire body; you were twitching violently between the two women.

But that only motivated them to keep up the merciless pace. Even as your walls convulsed around her fingers, Walker kept drilling into your pussy. Then Z's fingers drifted down towards your entrance, and she joined in on Walker's fun at an alternating pace. God, the noises you made from both sets of lips were absolutely gonna land you an HR summon in the morning.

Walker then leaned forward and licked your lips. You caught her tongue and started sucking on it, locking eyes with her as you did.

"That's it~ Be a good little ragdoll bitch for your daddies tonight," Z rasped as she nibbled on your ear. "I promise you'll still be walking tomorrow."

"Hah," Walker smirked, kissing the corner of your lips, "Just barely."

You grinded your hips faster as the two kept fucking you, each with two fingers up your hole. You cummed a second time, your whole body tensing and twitching between them. Z bit down on your neck, while Walker kissed you hungrily. You rolled your tongue over hers as you moaned into her mouth.

It took minutes for your body to finally relax, and only then did they pull their fingers out of you. They took their sweet time licking your juices off their fingers. You tried to gather your wits about you as they did. Panting, you slumped back against Z as you felt her unlock your arms from behind you. They felt sore, given that Z was really holding you back so tightly. With your eyes closed, you tilted your head towards Z, and she leaned down to kiss you, hands slowly roaming your body.

You felt Walker leave the bed, heard her footsteps headed towards the drawers. No need to look to know which one she'd opened. "Hey, Z-Dog, you wanna use one, too?" she asked.

When Z pulled away, you turned to lazily kissing her neck. "'Course I do," she smirked, "Dibs on the ribbed one."

"Fine," Walker dragged jokingly as she kicked the drawer shut. The metal clanged like a bell at a boxing match.

The next round was just about to begin.

part 2

[teddybearsandspaceships]

I´m procrastinating, so here´s too many notes about yesterday´s fantastic Scar stream, ft. Tango, Etho, Joel, Cleo, Ren, Bdubs, Wels, and Grian.

Scar claiming the giant roast in his carnivore car is clown meat

Scar defending himself against chat that he knows things in Minecraft and suggests asking Etho to confirm

Scar “imitating” the neighborhood nerds coming over ^^ they want to learn some scarstone

Tango and Etho complimenting the new cars with the fish tank, and then Tango asking why there are no clownfish ^^

Scar talking about differently scary clowns, and Etho says Baby Yoda scares him more than regular Yoda

Scar offering Tango and Etho a diamond block if they can find his permits in his chest monster, they take them instead and make him worry, Scar finds out and immediately afterwards jumps down the mail chute and his permits actually go missing.

Etho is the only one who knows how to properly operate the post office door…

Scar and Etho both want to collect glass permits. Etho says if Scar doesn´t give him his they´ll have to open a shop together and that´ll be torture for Scar. “I love you Scar but you´re gonna hate me I think…”

Aww, Etho talking about how Bdubs “invented” the piston step-stool one of the first times they met

Literal pillow talk

Scar loses his headphones again, Etho teases him, Gem in chat: “I know etho isn’t talking about replacing tech” xD

Etho: “The tissue box is in good shape, I take good care of it.”

Etho making a block representation of how he sits at his desk, Scar and Tango and Mrs. T flabbergasted

Etho adding lips to Scar´s fish

Who on the server is left-handed? Keralis is, and now they have to go ask the new guy.

Touring Joel´s base with Joel! Looks very nice. There´s no magic mountain chat yet, but there is a mail system chat. Joel: we get it you do mail, shut up Etho. Etho, high-pitched: you´re very impressed though, right Joel? ^^

Etho thanks Joel for the banners, he´s using them. Joel: “I saw, I saw, you´re such a big fan of me.” Etho: “Well someone´s gotta put up with you.” Scar saying they need to get a room xD

They go find the other leftie in Ren, Bdubs joins, then Skizz…

Tango to Skizz: “So how does your wife feel that you´re attracted to her brother? Is that weird?”  

Talking about spoiling things on the server, Grian logs in just to say that they spoiled his chicken farm

Bdubs: “ZombieCleo. Former mother of mine and greatest friend.” Buttering her up ^^ Cleo tells them to use the villagers until she´s set up her shop. Bdubs jokes about getting books and then selling them, Cleo says she´ll kill him and all his horses. Good at making threats! Nobody doubted her.

Etho saying Cleo should play favorites between Bdubs and Scar xD Cleo protesting she doesn´t have any.

Cleo gives Bdubs, Scar, and Etho a Mending book each. Etho asks what he could send Cleo to help them, Cleo says emeralds or gunpowder. And she´ll take heads as well. Cleo sent redstone to Etho as thanks for the mailbox and Etho sent gunpowder and heads back and she thought that was a valid deal. Tango asks who does that, Etho: “I know my Cleo! I figured she would like a couple heads and things…” Cleo: “You know what I like, explosives and dead bodies.” THEM.

Until Scar gets around to building his actual portal he plans to continue using the mail tracks; might lead to problems with more mail being sent…

Scar: “Now that we know there´s left-handed people out there…” Cleo: “We can avoid them.” ^^

Scar, Cleo, Etho, and Tango come as Bdubs´ posse to Wels

Tango calls him B-Double-Doinkers; unsurprisingly Cleo likes it

Wels shows off his walls and tent. Cleo: You´re doing medieval, something new and different for you!

Wels calls Bdubs the master of castles. Etho, crouching: “I built a sandcastle once.” xD

Bdubs and Wels go to one side to escape all the short jokes. Wels: “Let me get down to your level…”

Etho, Tango, and Scar admire Cleo´s vtuber model that includes hands. Etho: “Can you go like you´re disciplining me?” Cleo, finger pointing: “Don´t you dare, bad Etho, no cookie.” Etho, a bit later: “I might have phrased that poorly. I was going more for a teacher thing…”

The band broke up, how sad. Cleo and Scar: let´s go steal Bdubs´ horse!

Scar jumpscared by Bdubs while talking about Star Wars

Scar and Bdubs talk about thinks that can´t be changed and Bdubs brings up when they became the Clockers! “something else was written in sharpie and you couldn´t say anything other than that thing…”

Scar doesn´t want to give Etho too much credit because, little does anybody know, that man has an ego. Bdubs, astonished: Really? Scar: no, just joking. Bdubs: oh, whew. That almost destroyed… you know they say never learn about your heroes.

Grian shows up, Bdubs asks him if he got Mending. Grian, slightly baffled: Only a week ago. Bdubs, enthusiastic: Great job!

Grian wants to experiment, gets Scar to die twice, second time to a creeper that Grian doesn´t stop from approaching Scar in time. Cleo in chat asks if Scar is okay, Scar: “No can you kill G?” “Thank you mom” Cleo: “never been able to before” ^^ (not true Cleo did actually kill Grian once in Secret Life.)

Grian, out of nowhere: “You ever wonder what life would be like if we were all lip skin?” A James Acaster joke apparently.

Scar and Grian switching to a left-handed skin for funsies and it looks veery strange.

Scar mentions his older brother is ambidextrous. Grian: “You know I don´t like it when you talk about your older brother.” Apparently Scar sometimes sends him pictures of his brother posing in the gym??

Some talk about build planning. Scar watches a creeper walk up to Grian and doesn´t say anything, Grian sees it in time and kills it. Scar says he had such Third Life flashbacks but he was on the other side of it.

Scar offering Grian they go 50-50 on the sand permit! Grian says there´ll be a joint ownership form.

Grian is not looking forward to permit office work. He´ll get the two most competent men he knows as enforcers, Scar and Skizz, and he´s pretty sure with them as enforcers he won´t have to do anything.

[yesand87]

All of Ms. Rafferty's Bodily Euphemisms

-Coot Coot and Prune Chute (x2)

-Fun Bun and Mud Gun

-Drainer and Stainer

-Cooter and Tooter (x2)

-Hog Taker and Log Maker

-Grassy Knoll and Gassy Hole

-Bush and Tush

-Taco and Choco

-Pink Pocket and Stink Rocket

-Fuzzy and Scuzzy

-Baby Tunnel and Gravy Funnel

-Please Hump-it and Cheese Trumpet

-Clam Casino and Bean Burrito

-Yeasty and Beasty

-Dong Hole and Wrong Hole

[thatsrightice]

Here’s unused content from my mota Crosby x Bubbles fic “and maybe if i hold you now”, but can be read alone!!! It’s basically just some fluff of Blakely’s crew after the October 8, 1943 mission to Bremen where Just-a-Snappin’ had gone down and their crew was presumed KIA. They returned late that night much to everyone’s surprise, though several of their crew were injured and one KIA.

Bubbles pulled off the path and into a gap a few buildings down from the interrogation hut. He glanced at his watch as he got out of the jeep. H-minus 0410. Inside, Blakely, Kidd, Douglass, Forkner, and Thornton were seated around a table with Colonel Harding. Standing behind the Colonel were several other members of Group Ops and lurking in the corner of the room with a dark look on his face was Bucky. Crosby walked around the table and sat in the empty chair between Blake and Doug. Bubbles nodded to the other members of Group Ops as he took his place beside them, across the table from Crosby.

“Glad you could finally join us, Lieutenant. Captain,” Harding addressed the pair.

“Sorry, Sir,” Bubbles spoke politely, stepping forward to place a document in front of him. “Lieutenant Crosby needed to be taken to the hospital to get checked out.”

“Lieutenant?” Harding turned to Crosby, who currently had his nose in his briefcase as he pulled out his logs and maps.

“Uh, yes, Sir,” Crosby confirmed. “Just a concussion, Sir.”

“We were just talkin’ ‘bout how you and Forky missed your calling to the Red Cross,” Doug grinned, tipping back in his chair back. His hand was wrapped in a bandage and his face was bruised but he looked to be in good spirits. Crosby was sure he didn’t look any better.

“I just did what Forky told me to,” Crosby protested. He flipped open his log book and shuffled through some maps.

Douglass ignored him, instead launching into his retelling of events. “Picture this, Croz is holding Charlie’s hands and smooth talkin’ him while he’s sitting on McClelland’s chest to keep the kid from climbing back in the ball,” Dougie boasted to all the flyboys around them. “All the while Forky is packing Charlie with our open parachutes and thawing a syringe of morphine in his mouth.”

“Let’s back up a bit now that we have the navigator’s logs,” the Colonel interrupted. “Try your best to remember what happened. Crosby, I hope your logs are as detailed as I hear.” Crosby’s head shot up, face taking on a red tint. He looked briefly from Harding to Bubbles and then back down to the logs in front of him.

“They will be, Sir,” Forky assured, smiling at the navigator. Blake nodded in agreement, resting an arm on the back of Crosby’s chair.

“Of course. Now let’s start from the top…”

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“... and then Croz starts talking about lamps…”

“Yeah! What was it he said? Two lamps or one?”

“By land, or by sea,” Forky added. Bubbles snorted, shaking his head as he suppressed a laugh. The others looked at him in confusion.

“Wait, was that supposed to be a joke, Croz?”

“Maybe?” the navigator admitted, not sounding too sure of himself.

“Paul Revere,” Bubbles inputs. There was no response and everyone shrugged. “Ya know...the British are coming?”

A chorus of ‘ooohhhhhhh’s broke out amongst the group.

“Yeah, well these are the Germans and they came at us by air so make that three lamps,” Blake interrupted.

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“Up ahead we spotted another Fort with some Messerschmitts smelling around.”

“They were playing with them,” Doug grimaced in disgust.

“No chutes. Unable to ID,” Crosby added.

“Yeah, then they turn to us and the Luftwaffe, they just don’t stop coming but we took care of them.”

“That’s what happens when you have dead-eye gunners,” Crosby smiled at the man next to him. Doug leaned over and bumped shoulders with him.

“How many do you have noted in total?”

Crosby ran a finger down the page as he read the columns of his notes. He flipped to the next page. “I’ve got two for Via; two for Doug; two for Mac; two-no three for Thorny; one for Yevich and one for Nord.”

“That’s what, eleven?”

“Yes, sir. I have the IDs where observed in my logs,” Crosby confirmed.

Someone let out a low whistle.

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Crosby kept his head down as he quietly gathered his papers. Bucky’s footsteps echoed thunderously in the near-empty room, punctuated by the slamming of the front door.

“Don’t worry about him, Croz,” Kidd spoke softly, squeezing his shoulder.

“I should have paid closer attention,” Crosby shook his head.

“You did everything you could,” Blakely reassured him, lighting a cigarette. “There was so much solid flak, you could almost slice it like cake.”

“And I’m not sure there was anything you could have said that would give him the closure he’s looking for,” Douglass put a hand on his shoulder and stood. “Now, come on, I’m starving.”

[quadrant-query]

might wanna take the poll a little more seriously dude whatever wins is gonna be in the room when i pail you

What?????????????????

What makes you think that is at all an appropriate thing to send to my fucking blod, on anon, when you *technically* *could* be just literally any fucking troll??? *And* when I currently have you blocked on Trollian, for *good fucking reason*????? Have you ever once in your entire miserable and sorry excuse for a lifespan considered the effect that your words and actions might have on others, you insipid maggot????? I am about to shovel an *extremely* un-welcome, jolly and fucking red piping hot column of FUCK YOU down your STUPID wind chute if you cannot get the blabbering ministrations of your clearly unsupervised squawk blister to slow their stream of bile-ridden spewery for *one measly second*!! What the fuck makes you think this is an okay thing to say to me? What kind of zombiefied fungus-ridden snotworm crawled its way through your audio ducts and through the truly wiggler-level maze of your fucking shitsponge to lay its' infected eggs in your gray matter????? What on the Empress's fucking Alternia would make you genuinely consider a festering heap of garbage such a lovely addition to your humble fucking male living space setup of a hive???? Do you have a masochism kink? Is that it???? It sure *seems* like that. It sure *seems* like you get off on the idea of debasing yourself by acting like you would ever want the world's most voyeuristic sack of flea ridden garbage that the Mother Grub managed to shit out anywhere *near* your fucking pants?!?!?!? I have not gotten anywhere CLOSE to unraveling the mystery of your stupid, shitty, impossible-to-complete challenge, and honestly I'm considering taking a good old five minute break out on the world famous stump!!!!! Or maybe behind the grubshed for that matter. What the hell is *wrong* with you??? At least give me a while to *attempt* to follow up on your heaps of steaming hot bullshit before you start shoveling more onto my plate!!! AUGH

I don't even fucking know what I'm doing here anymore!! Why the hell am I even dignifying this message with a response!! You are clearly just experiencing the slow but deadly effects of complete sponge death and I think I'm just going to Log The Fuck Off!!!!!!!

[thedawningofthehour]

So, this isnt an ask, this isnt even something I wanna gush about regarding your writing BUT…idk its funny, this fanfic did smth to me so now I had this DREAM: Leo wakes up (probably from some coma, man I am at the edge of my seat to see what happens to him next) and Casey Jr (makes no sense, but thats dreams ig) reads him a get well soon card from Marcus. Leo asks him where Marcus was and my dream mind switched to this beautiful panel of a big tree but suddenly theres three little graves underneath and Casey tells Leo that Marcus died. The kids fucking died because idk I guess maybe some sickness went around and Leo wasnt there to help (not like he has the medical knowledge and resources to really help in severe situations) and that made me sad, lmao I had to write this before I forgot about the dream, but YOU, YOUR FIC did smth to me😭

No shit, when I first read this I went "who's Marcus?"

He's one of my own damn kids.

I know this is war and shit and kids die in war, but I think we might Bethesda game this shit and just say kids are unkillable. Because look, I killed a bunch of my darlings in my Dishonored fic, I let a number of named, developed characters die even though I loved them because that was the kind of fic it was. Life is harsh, war is hell, and innocent people die.

I don't really want to do that here. That's not the genre.

A number of people have said doth has given them dreams, I'm flattered. :) I had one really fucking crazy dream a few months back, not specifically about doth but sort of? Some EPF-like assholes had taken over a shopping mall and a bunch of mutants were like, living in hovels on the rooftop? (as opposed to, you know, somewhere else?) There was some random old lady living next to or near Donnie and Bella was there. And Camp Snoopy, which-I think that's just because my earliest experiences at a mall was my parents taking me to Camp Snoopy, so something in my brain says that malls must have indoor theme parks. But Bella like charged into Camp Snoopy like a fucking battle maiden because Bishop was set up near the tree flyer and shit. It's kind of a shame I didn't have my logic processors during that because that could have been cool as shit, have the mutants take over the log chute or something. Maybe have Donnie bring the giant Paul Bunyan to life. They could have built a whole fort out of Legoland, like, a bomb wouldn't be able to get through a thick Lego wall.

[lancermylove]

Happiness (Scenario)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Riddle x fem!Reader

Warning: Mild angst but mostly fluff.

Requested by: @sakurarabbit18

Prompt: Howdy do~! I greatly admire your work! I would like to request a fluffy scenario in which Riddle’s female s/o takes her boyfriend to an amusement park, something he has never been to in his life, as a reward for his hard work. How will they have fun? Thanks a bunch!

A/N: Hi! Thank you! 😁 Hope you like it~. 

Word Count: 713

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“So, Riddle, what do you want to do first?” You asked as you walked through the entry gate and examined the nearby rides. Not getting a reply from your boyfriend, you stopped and turned around to see him standing still under the entrance archway. 

With a sparkle in his eyes and mouth slightly ajar, Riddle examined the colorful rides, taking in their grand stature. He lowered his eyes and looked at the merchandise carts - toys of all shapes and sizes, magnets, figurines, hats, t-shirts, jackets, shot glasses, keychains, and various other souvenirs. Shifting his gaze to the left side, Riddle saw a collection of food stalls, and on cue, a conglomeration of smells tickled his nose; the smell of heating oil, which he assumed was used to fry junk food; the scent of spices mixed with cooked meat; and a hint of sweetness, which he assumed came from the dessert stall. 

For minutes, you stood in place with your eyes fixed on your curious boyfriend, attempting to read his mind. One second, the corners of your lips curled up, but the next, your lips fell flat. Riddle seemed happy, and that made your heart leap, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop your mind from questioning his mother’s choices. You could understand that his mother wanted him to be as successful as her, but at what cost? Not being allowed to eat sweets, have fun, spend time with friends...not being allowed to be happy...not being allowed to be a child. You imagined Riddle as a child, sitting in a dark room, huddled up in a corner with his knees pressed to his chest, crying his heart out. 

“(Y/n)?” Riddle’s concerned voice brought you back to the present just in time to see him reaching his fingertips to your cheeks. With the gentlest touch, he wiped the tears rolling down your cheeks.  “Why...might you be crying?” 

“S-Sorry. I am just really happy that you are here with me.” You tied your arms around his neck and hid your face in his right shoulder, earning a few “aww”s from people passing by. Though Riddle felt shy to display affection in public, he returned your hug, still wondering why you suddenly started crying.

“Hey, Riddle, let’s have fun today! I want to see you smile and relax. You work too hard.” 

And fun did the two of you have - from screaming together on rollercoasters, taking photos in a photo booth, getting soaked on the log chute, thinking about going on the elevator of terror but running away after hearing the screams of the riders, taking it easy on the carousel, crashing into each other and laughing in the bumper cars, approaching the elevator of terror again but backing out at the last moment, grasping each other tightly while walking through the haunted house, gathering the courage to finally ride the elevator and screaming your lungs out but laughing afterward, and ending the day with the Ferris wheel. 

Staring out the window of the Ferris wheel cab, you took in the sight of the orange, yellow, and blue artistic sky as the sun gradually lowered into the horizon. Riddle shifted his gaze between you and the sky, struggling to decide whether or not to ask the question that had been bothering him the entire day. In the end, his curiosity won, and he turned his full attention to you, “(Y/n), why were you crying earlier?” 

“Hm? Oh...that,” you forced the corners of your lips up and stared at your lap, “I didn’t lie to you, Riddle. I really was crying because I was happy.” 

“I am aware you were speaking the truth, but you withheld the entire truth from me, did you not?” 

Chuckling, you lifted your eyes to meet his steel-colored orbs, “Why do you have to be so sharp? Riddle, your smile means the world to me, and I want to give you all the happiness in the world.” You leaned forward in your seat and gently clasp his right hand between your hands. “Let’s go on lots of dates and make happy memories!” 

Riddle knew you still weren’t telling him everything, but he lifted your hands and pressed his lips to the back of each hand. “I look forward to it.” 

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[usafphantom2]

The story of the SR-71 Double-Engine Flameout over North Vietnam that led to the Blackbird’s nickname the “Lead Sled”

Former SR-71 Pilot and now Reverend recalls when his Blackbird had a double-engine flame-out at Mach 3. He was able to Restart the Engines after it Fell for 25,000 Feet.

The SR-71 was nicknamed the “Lead Sled” by a few people after Jerry O’Malley (pilot) and Ed Payne (RSO) dropped 60,000 feet over Vietnam in 1968 during the second Blackbird combat sortie.

Developed from the Lockheed A-12 and YF-12A aircraft, the first flight of the SR-71 Mach 3 + spy plane took place on Dec. 22, 1964, and the first aircraft to enter service was delivered to the 4200th (later 9th) Strategic Reconnaissance Wing at Beale Air Force Base, Calif., in January 1966.

Throughout its nearly 24-year career, the SR-71 remained the world’s fastest and highest-flying operational aircraft. From 80,000 feet, it could survey 100,000 square miles of Earth’s surface per hour.

The SR-71 was unofficially known as the “Blackbird” and nicknamed the “Sled.”

According to the book Velocity Speed With Direction – The Professional Career of Gen. Jerome F. O’Malley by Aloysius G Casey and Patrick A Casey, the Lead Sled was an unaffectionate name.

The SR-71 was nicknamed the Sled* by a few people after Jerry O’Malley and Ed Payne dropped 60,000 feet over Vietnam in 1968.

That time an SR-71 deployed Ladies Underwear (along with the drag chute) upon landing to adjust the attitude of a new Blackbird pilot

O’Malley and Payne have the distinction of logging the second combat sortie for their Blackbird. (They also have the honor of having the first successful combat sortie.) After refueling, they coasted near Saigon and headed north to cross the DMZ into North Vietnam. Near the end of their run, a message was received to abort the remainder of the mission based on confusion in the command chain on exactly what President Johnson meant in a speech he made that day about restricting “strike” aircraft flights north of the 19th Parallel over Vietnam.

As O’Malley eased back on the throttles, both engines rumbled in a compression stall and immediately flamed out! Jerry pushed the nose down to get to the denser air needed for an air start of the big engines. They decided that if they could not achieve an air start at 23,000 feet, they would call it “MAYDAY” and bail out at 14,000 feet. Attempts at 40,000 and 30,000 feet failed, and Ed Payne noted 26,000 feet. As he made ready for the call, he called out, “MAY. . .” the aircraft shook, and O’Malley said one engine had started. By the time they made 20,000 feet, Jerry had both engines “turning and burning.”

Jerry headed south and prepared for the descent. Jerry discussed at length the data he wanted Ed to record as they flew the normal profile back to the home base. When it came time to ease back on the throttles, the engines spooled down normally, and they landed back at Kadena without further incident.

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The double-engine flameout was the precursor to several similar incidents that followed over Laos and served to reinforce the undesired nickname of Lead Sled …. back at the SAC Reconnaissance Center.

Later, as time went on, the term sled was used in an affectionate way.

*According to The Complete Book of the SR-71 Blackbird by Richard H. Graham, the Blackbird was dubbed ‘Sled’ because the U-2 pilots didn’t like calling the SR-71 by its proper nickname, so they came up with a derogatory name of their own, calling it the ‘Sled.’

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Facebook Pages Habubrats SR-71 and Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is an Airbnb type property that's for sale. There are 3 buildings with different themes and it's located in Hurricane, Utah. The quarters have a total of 8 bds, 8ba, and the whole thing is for sale for $1.890M.

Building #3's theme is like Roswell's Hangar 51 and has a cool space ship in the living room. It's the largest accommodation with 5 suites and 5 baths.

From here we can see the setup of the room.

There's a video game and a large square table in the dining area. I imagine that you're buying the whole business with the furnishings.

This particular building can accommodate a large group. The sectional sofa is huge. Note the blue chute on the left, and is that a cow up by the roof on the upper left?

Next to the chute are 2 aliens in containers.

There's a gamer's setup in the spaceship.

One of the bedrooms with an en-suite bath.

This bedroom accommodates at least 4 people in bunk beds. It also has an en-suite shower room.

There's a small room that opens to a patio.

Climb the stairs to a fun platform and there's a tunnel.

The tunnel comes out in this room that overlooks the first floor.

3rd bd has about 4 bunks and there seems to be a bathroom sink in the room, too.

Each building has its own pool.

Building #2 is a log cabin with a rustic theme. It has 3bds, 1ba and a kitchen.

Also has a dining area.

Bd. #1 is a little tight.

It has a small bath.

This pool has a volley ball net.

And, this is Bldg. #3, the studio apt.

The studio apts. private yard and pool.

[theme-park-concepts]

The frozen ever after rides for Hong Kong and Paris are so interesting in that they’re clones of a retrofitted ride…which I’m not actually sure if there’s exact precedent for. Perhaps the minion ride at Universal Hollywood which is a clone of the one in Florida, which itself is a retrofit for a retrofit - retrofitted into the terminator building. But that’s a simulator…not a tracked ride.

But tbh it’s not the fact that choice was made that’s most interesting to me. The thing that’s really most interesting is the part they haven’t really talked about…which is 1. the challenge of recreating a custom ride system from the 1980s and 2. Deciding how to adapt the retrofitted scenic design to fit the new recreated ride system and facility to fix problems that undoubtably created as well as things that couldn’t be done in the original retrofit.

Like…idk…like it looks like a straight copy and paste but it really isn’t…it’s much like when splash mountain made its way from Anaheim to Orlando. They changed the logs from single row to double, which really changed it from a log flume to a Shoot the chutes, and literally every single scene had to be redesigned from scratch even though the rides have nearly identical layouts.

Like…it’s not trivial to recreate a ride system. I know maelstrom isn’t the most complicated thing on the block but it’s actually not just a standard boat ride like splash or like pirates. It debuted with significantly more control over the timing and positioning of the boats, and also obviously has those reversing track switches, which aren’t standard issue either. No idea who the original manufacturer was, quite likely they made it in house for the time, and in either case with the way themed entertainment works that vendor or those engineers are likely long since gone. What a challenge to have to recreate that 30+ years later

Minor spoiler for the Hong Kong one, the second reversing switch goes the opposite direction as the one at Epcot and I’m really curious what motivated that change…I suspect it was to open a bit of extra space in the following castle scene which is slightly bigger and longer in Hong Kong…but who knows, maybe the boats are slightly different dimensions and the turning radiuses are different.

Like…it’s largely just cause I’m a nerd, but I actually find the differences between these two attractions almost more interesting than any other case of similar but different clones because of just how similar they are, and the subtleties of the differences. You just KNOW there are extremely specific reasons for each one and I’d love to know what they are.

[entropy-game-dev]

v0.15 alpha testing and patchnotes

In this test, my composer P, had their first go at testing the game.

He had a rough start due to P skipping the tutorial and opening cutscene(s) accidentally by pressing ESC a bunch. But enjoyed the music that I had added to the game. I will never get sick of a music track having both an exploration and battle variant that fade cleanly into each other, and he got to see that in action for the first time.

I also added debug controls for him to scroll through the tracks as needed, so he could listen to things in different contexts. Even more debug controls were added to bypass fuel restrictions using shift+click. I made notes to take those controls out before the release of the game, but I am sure that something (or multiple things) will still slip through...

His main criticism was that the way text was delivered (and the speed of which), through the text box, was hard to read. That set me on a multi-day odyssey of refactoring the entire textbox object to allow it to be scrollable. Not as easy as one might think due to my use of a very handy text displaying object. But that is a story for another post!

P is a big fan of SMT and RPGs in general, and so I am looking forward to hearing more of his feedback on the game as it comes...

Patchnotes are after the cut as always; thanks for reading!

v0.15 Features: PINK

Balance: Base carry capacity 50->20 Research carry capacity 20->10

Polish: Clamped fuel to not go to negative Removed fuel use when using debug transport Messages in rel nav screen no longer overlapping ROBOT feature label text x,y position now rounded to stop misalignment Made recruitment heart and dialog pink Stopped showing recruitment % when the enemy is already recruited Put AI matrix title text back in box Capitalised some AI matrix slot titles Research screen text: Expected result -> Result when completed + blue coloured All base facility left/right arrows now blink Debug controls: pgup/pgdn to scroll between songs Swapped some songs around Made stats slowly increase to max while in the ship Changed crafting tutorial to tell you how to get recipes Made status effect application text depend on whether they were good bad/applied to ally enemy Added some base full screen tutorials Wall features now check there's at least one walkable tile ON PLACEMENT before generating

Bugs: Fixed crash when adding new options to the options map Fixed CRASH when going to a sector with a number of dungeons lower than the current sector Fixed not getting free transport at the beginning of each sector Fixed music goes loud right before it is stopped Fixed log chance acquisition being 200% due to debug value Fixed egress chute not working to return to ship due to debug value Fixed units' current resources constantly decreasing when overloaded (only max should decrease) Fixed moving in battle when you are the same unit as the enemy being fought updates the enemy instead of you… Fixed log text messages not appearing in the right order Fixed Energy Drain move icon not showing Fixed music not being properly deleted if cycled too fast Re-enabled gameover Fixed tutorial code not inputting all triggers into priority list