#Operator Rees

[robomythos]

Redraw of the Tennocon 2025 display with Rees and Limbo

[robomythos]

Operator Rees is Vazarin, her desire to protect her fellow classmates manifested in her ability to heal and shield them. This extended to her little Warframe family. She's not the strongest Tenno, but she can keep the others standing. Rees defies the Orokin understanding that the Void is a force of destruction and devilry.

Drifter Rees is Unairu. She's more of a fighter, who strips her enemies of their defenses so she can meet them on equal footing. She learned from her experience that she can reach out to others for help: Unairu allows her not only to call for her Hydroid when she needs him, but Rees can also aid him when he's in danger.

Here's something to think about: If sorted into a school, would your Drifter be put into the same one as your Operator? Do they use the same school's abilities? Or are they different?

Please feel free to explain why, I'm curious! :D

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Updated today !

19/11/2024 Save my child, Mira, please

My beautiful baby Mira was suffering from a high temperature two weeks ago, so I took her to the doctor at Al Awda Hospital in Nuseirat Camp, which is the only hospital covering the central region. The doctor told me: There is nothing wrong with your child without examination or tests.

He literally told me your child is spoiled

When I got out of the hospital, I told my wife that our baby girl was spoiled, just like the doctor said

Every time my child, Mira, complains of pain, I tell her there is nothing you need, and when her temperature rises, I give her a fever reducer and she just sleeps.

This morning, my wife was surprised while she was changing clothes for Mira that there was a large tumor under her armpit

My wife started screaming and crying at me. I took Mira to the hospital immediately and we were referred to a pediatric surgeon. She was examined and a television imaging was done. It was found that my child suffers from three masses in the lymph nodes, one of which is very large.

The doctor told me that she needed a gland removal operation As soon as possible within a week due to the rapid growth of the tumor

My child, Mira, is one of the most active and energetic children today. She is sick and cannot play. She's tired. I don't like to see her in this state.

Since we received the news, my wife and I have been crying. We do not know how to react. What will happen to us next in this damned war?

There are no hospitals, no electricity, no treatment, and not even anesthesia for surgical operations

I don't know how to act

My child, Mira, needs an operation and quick treatment

Please help me, my hands are tied 🙏😭

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hi ree! i love your account so much and i always get so happy when i see your posts on my feed. would you be interested in writing headcanons of the lads boys with a s/o who is self conscious about her stretch marks? no worries if that isn’t your cup of tea!

When You're Self Conscious About Stretch Marks- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: comfort a/n: hi anonnie! i'm soso happy to hear that it makes me so happy when i see you guys in my inbox ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ don't worry this was def my cup of tea ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ i hope this was okay and you enjoy! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He would be genuinely confused because you're perfect to him and can't understand how you would find stretch marks to be something bad about yourself. He's a sucker for your stretch marks so he'll try to remind you every time that they're beautiful.

He loves the bumps and grooves on the back of your comfy thighs. He loves trailing his hands across your stretch marks when you're cuddling or when he's laying down on your lap.

He'll lift up your shirts and kiss any stretch marks that travel up to your tummy and he'll look and give you a warm smile if his kisses tickle your soft skin.

"These are a part of you and they all tell a story. I love every part of you including this." He says softly, pressing a gentle kiss on one of your stretch marks. "And this" He continues to kiss every stretchmark on your body, his touch showing you how much he cherishes each one.

Zayne:

He's a doctor and he's seen almost how every body looks and operates so he'll know that stretch marks are completely normal. He just didn't understand why you would care so much about something so small about stretch marks because they were natural for anyone growing. However he does know that this upsets you so he'll be understanding and sympathetic when you tell him about this.

"Stretch marks are just part of the skin and nothing more. They don't define who you are or how I see you. I don't see you differently if you had them or not."

Anytime you guys were intimate, he'd like tracing against them with his cool fingers and will mindlessly rub circles on your striped skin. It'll tickle you sometimes and a smile would twitch on his lips seeing the reaction out of you so he'll continue doing that. He'll keep continuing to run his hands across your body that had any of your marks to make you smile and laugh.

Rafayel:

He's very considerate towards any of your insecurities and makes it his mission for you to feel confident about it. He'll find ways to subtly compliment your stretch marks without directly calling attention to it.

Sometimes he'll take candid pictures of you to show you how beautiful you are in his eyes. He highlights your stretch marks throughout his pictures and paints them in a beautiful light.

"Look cutie, you're stretch marks are just like brushstrokes on a canvas- unique and beautiful in their own way."

He just adores you so much. He just thinks you're the most beautiful person to walk in his life or this planet and he just hates how you feel bad yourself in any way.

Sylus:

His brows would furrow when you explain how much you despised your stretch marks on your body. "Come here," He'd pull you closer to him, "I want you to know that I cherish every part and inch of you, including these." He'd place his large hands on where your stretch marks are and rubbed them lightly and lovingly.

He would tease you on it later though, "There is no reason to be ashamed of your stretch marks. It could just mean your finally growing to my height."

Would later show you exactly how much he cherishes your body by worshipping every inch and he'll make sure he doesn't miss a spot

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[willownwisp]

starry skies, blue eyes

ii. loving you and the little things you do. (re4r!leon x gn!reader)

author's note: no proofread i work and die alone. i write and called it a day,,, hehe,,, hurrah for second entry of leon valentine's advent !!!! this is actually two parts bc the fic on the third day follows the events after this fic. <3

cw: SFW, SILLY IDIOTS IN LOVE !!!!! part 2 of ree's leon valentine's day advent.

The baby blues melt into pink hues against the watercolor bloom skies as the sun slowly sets.

Leon presses a kiss to your temple as you both hike side by side to the camp site.

"Stay close, baby. It's getting dark soon. It's my bad, we should have gotten here earlier."

You blush and shake your head, it's not like he was at fault. Leon is a man of action, ask him what needs to be done and it is done. Perhaps it's drilled into him to obey and follow orders, or that after a turbulent run as a DSO agent, he just wanted to get away. Desperately so that the minute you impulsively chatter how romantic it would be to have a camping trip, he's on his ass getting ready that same day.

"No, lovey. It was spontaneous anyway. It's kinda more romantic, yeah?"

You giggle at him, linking your arms around his thick ones as it flexes underneath your touch as he guides you to the spot.

This playfulness earns you a sigh from him. Not one out of frustration, you know him. Know how his trauma operates in the way that there is a small cork in his heart that needed a bit loosening up before he shows his tenderness, it was a sigh of fondness from him as he pulls you close.

"Of course, baby."

He'd reply with a half-smile because you're adorable. The light to his life that seeps warmth in the cold crevices of his being. There was something in your spontaneous nature. Your laidback demeanor, and playfulness that had lured him in. A breath of fresh air.

It was almost night after that small hike, and you're currently faced with your mortal enemy.

Forgetfulness and a knot. A freaking knot.

You wanted to impress Leon by offering to be the one to set up the tent as he leaves you for a little while to gather wood for the fire.

How hard could it be to set up a small two-person tent?

You ask yourself, and this was your downfall.

Upon Leon's arrival, bringing in wood for the fire, he sets the wood down to roll his neck before removing his jacket. His muscles flexing underneath the fabric of his muscle fit turtleneck and you gawk at him like a horny teenager while pretending to be busy "reading" the manual for the tent.

Leon turns to you, oblivious to the fact that you were eyeing him.

"Do you need any help, baby?"

He asks, blue eyes and the softest gaze and fuck if he isn't the prettiest man on earth.

"Psh. Who? Me? Nah, I can do it lovey. People used to ask me for help with these you know. I'm like an expert."

A bald-faced lie, and you even had the audacity to throw a boast. In your defense, you do have the experience. The faint memory of your childhood suggests you do.

"I used to be a Scout, you know."

You give him a wink as a reassurance and he chuckles, an amused smile graces his lips as he pets your head.

"Wow, I didn't know I was in the presence of a camping veteran. I'm in your care, baby."

He replies with a playful wink, matching your energy before he turns to start the fire, busying himself with lighting up the wood and setting up the camp site.

Meanwhile you stew in the fact that you're screwed, and yet instead of helping yourself, your gaze wanders to that of your boyfriend.

You've always known that Leon is dependable. He's brilliant like that even if he doesn't see it. That seriousness in his sapphire eyes, the way he moves around to check for any hazards and dangers around the camp site. He was walking all over, completely engrossed with his tasks. Setting up the portable mini gas stove on the ground. You were just… staring.

You've always known you love him, but sometimes there are moments when you look at a person and that feeling of love washes over your being, because that's him. That's your boyfriend. The only Leon in the world, there with you. In this space, breathing the same air.

Your reverie is cute short when he calls out to you.

"Baby."

"Huh?"

You respond quite taken aback and Leon quirks his eyebrows at you.

"Are you okay? I've been calling you. Is there something on my face? You seem occupied."

He asks and you clear your throat before shaking your head to try and find your voice.

"Oh no, just… nothing."

You clear your throat again, but Leon's eyes narrow at you.

"You don't know how to set up the tent, don't you?"

He asks with a playful smirk on his lips and you respond with an over-the-top gasp of horror.

"Why I never!"

You huff and turn to tug on the little poles on the tent.

"I swear I still remember how to tie my knots!"

You exclaim before Leon looks at you and just… laughs.

A laughing Leon Kennedy is a treat, because you get to see him throw his head back in laughter, his dirty blonde hair delicately framing his pretty face and from up close you could see the mole on his neck. He was always so majestic.

You blush in embarrassment, but mainly at the fact that you were absolutely whipped for your boyfriend you can't help but admire him a like a living artistic sculpture.

"Baby."

He continues after he laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hugs you from behind.

"You don't even need knots for that, all you have to do is put the poles in those holes."

He grins, looking down at your pouting face before snickering and kissing your cheeks.

"Aww, is my baby upset?"

He asks, tilting his head to get a clear view of your sheepish face, now blushing and huffing at him.

"Come on my Scout, let's put this up together yeah?"

He pulls away from you to give you a boyish grin, the look in his blue eyes is enough to get you to soften as you pick up the poles, with present pout.

Leon looks at you and he melts at how adorable you are.

Perhaps this is what makes life a little more light and a little more bright. The small things like the way you pout and the way you're already red-faced at light teasing. He doesn't say a word but only grabs your chin to plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

Short and sweet as he smiles.

"I love you. Let's go on camping trips more often."

You smile at that and nod. For Leon, this is what makes life bearable. Silly moments like this and the love that you two share.

[angelbroad]

Drawing Anastase with other operators I ind interesting until I get fanart, Day 9 (Rees belongs to @robomythos )

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

My running list of Questions for MeGain's so-called Friends:

Q-Who wears a wardrobe to match the pantry props in a rented kitchen?

Q-Who resembles Cardi B?

Q-After YEARS of reading "constructive criticism" about her ridiculous ree-coat-a on toast, who refused to learn how to use a knife?

Q-Who lied about her height?

Q-Who chose to wear this color green for in-law Christening photos?

Q-Who cooks like this?

Q-What are you doing Abigail?

Q-Why does your friend insist on posing like she's the star of a horror flick?

Q-What does this look say?

Q-Does it seem right that your friend was paid to merch the identities of her pets & children for megflix?

Q-Why does she stage other people's children to like her?

Q- Would you purchase a half baked doughnut?

Q-Would you purchase foccacia that looks like a brick instead of a sponge?

Q-Can you all see what we see->a copycat🧐

Q-Why is this photo considered a tribute to a pet when no one can even see his face?

Q-Also, why do you repeatedly allow your "friend" to wear unflattering dresses & shoes?

MM rarely had any comments on her Instagram and at that time her comments were always turned "on." She was also known to purchase followers.

Q-Jamie:

were you one of her few followers while she worked as a soap opera actress who was nearly married to a Chef named Cory?

did you even hear about her blog or Instagram when she was sleeping with Chef Cory?

Have you taken time to read the archived posts?

Are you aware that she was cheating on Chef Cory while stalking Sparry?

If you weren't "cheering" her on then, why now?

Eight (8) years have passed since viewers and producers rejected dozens of Meghan Markle's culinary screen tests.

Q-What culinary achievements occurred for the soap opera actress from 2014 to 2025 that would suddenly qualify her as TALENT for ANY culinary or celebrity related shows?

she traded in her romantic partnership with a trained Chef for an unemployable spare prince

she traded in her career as a D-list soap opera actress for seventy-two (72) "working" days in a family run enterprise

when it became too difficult, she quit the family enterprise, exactly five (5) years ago

So Jamie (and other so-called friends), please enlighten us on her five (5) years of culinary accomplishments that suddenly make her personality & talents endearing to those same producers & viewers who previously found her meh, blah &/or unlikeable?

did she secretly attend and graduate from a food science or culinary arts academic program?

did she live on a working farm?

did she secretly launch and run a culinary business?

did she secretly operate an ice cream truck?

Jamie, you were enlisted by NOprah to be her mentor, but you didn't do your homework. You are blithely unaware of who she was BEFORE the BRF, and you are certainly misguided and misinformed about those 72 days in the BRF.

All the magic of television cannot deliver her from a narcissistic personality disorder. You too will learn the hard way: "walk with the wise and grow wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm."

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 4) Chapter Thirty-One

TOS! Spock x Empath! Spouse! Reader

Chapter Thirty-One: Question of Peace

Summary: The Enterprise begins its journey with Klingon Ambassadors. It goes as well as expected.

            (Y/N) and Spock rose from their stations as Kirk entered the Bridge. On the viewscreen, a Klingon ship was coming into view. It was time for the biggest diplomatic mission of the century; one which could end a war that seemed endless.

            “Shall we raise our shields, Captain?” asked Chekov as the ship drew closer. The wary anticipation was palpable in the room.

            “The Chancellor is undoubtedly awaiting out signal,” said Spock as Kirk stared at the viewscreen.

            “Uhura, hailing frequency,” said Kirk.

            “Aye sir,” said Uhura.

            “Right standard rudder, bring us alongside,” ordered Kirk.

            “Right standard rudder, Z plus five degrees,” confirmed Valeris as the Enterprise moved slowly towards the Klingon ship.

            “Channel is open, Captain,” reported Uhura, and the viewscreen switched on to reveal the Klingon representative.

            Kirk stiffened slightly before clearing his throat. “This is the Starship Enterprise, Captain James T. Kirk commanding.”

            “This is Kronos I. I am Chancellor Gorkon,” replied the Klingon.

            “Chancellor,” acknowledged Kirk. “We’ve been ordered to escort you through Federation space to your meeting on Earth.”

            “Thank you, Captain,” said Gorkon.

            Kirk glanced at (Y/N), and they raised a brow. It was a challenge—will you choose hatred, Captain, or try to lead us to peace?

            “Would…you and your party care to dine this evening aboard the Enterprise with my officers as guests of the United Federation of Planets?” said Kirk. He was forcing the words out, still frustrated, but he was at least trying. (Y/N) was glad of that.

            “We would be delighted to accept your gracious offer,” said Gorkon.

            “(L/N)?” said Kirk, looking to them. They were acting as a sort of ambassador, and he couldn’t mentally do more at the moment.

            “Chancellor Gorkon,” said (Y/N), stepping up. “We’ll make arrangements to beam you aboard at nineteen-thirty hours. Is that acceptable?”

            “It is acceptable,” confirmed Gorkon. “I shall look forward to that.” Then, the channel closed, and the viewscreen switched off.

            Kirk swallowed, looked at (Y/N), and then turned to Spock. “I hope you’re happy.” His stomach was churning as he thought of his son. Was he betraying his memory by giving the Klingons are politeness? He wasn’t sure. But he knew he wanted to escape. So, Kirk headed towards the lift.

            “Captain,” said Valeris, and Kirk paused. “There is a supply of Romulan ale aboard. It might make the evening pass more…smoothly?”

            “Officer thinking, Lieutenant,” said Kirk, nodding and leaving.

            Chekov sighed in his chair. “Guess who’s coming to dinner?” he grumbled.

            “Chekov, the last time we had drinks with Klingons after Sha Ka Ree, you were trying to flirt with the Klingon woman with muscles,” said (Y/N), raising a brow.

            Chekov coughed awkwardly, and embarrassment (and fondness) tinged his aura. (Y/N) sighed.

            Men.

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            At 19:30, dressed in formal Starfleet uniforms, Kirk, (Y/N), Bones, and Spock stood in the Transporter Room, and Scotty was operating it.

            “Energize,” said Kirk.

            Several beams of light appeared in the room as rematerialization occurred, and Chancellor Gorkon stepped forward. Every Klingon was in military regalia, and their harsh gaze landed on each officer in turn. Tension was thick in the air, and Spock touched (Y/N)’s arm supportively for a moment, knowing that the various emotions of the day—likely to go to anger at various points—would tire them.

            “Chancellor Gorkon,” greeted Kirk.

            “Captain Kirk,” replied Gorkon.

            “May I present Captain Spock, whom I believe you know,” said Kirk, gesturing to Spock.

            “Captain, face to face at last,” said Gorkon. “You have my thanks.”

            Spock nodded to him. “Chancellor.”

            “And this is Captain (L/N), our Negotiations and Communications officer,” said Kirk.

            “Captain (L/N),” greeted Gorkon. “I heard of your work from Korrd.”

            (Y/N) smiled and nodded to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chancellor.”

            “Gentleman,” Gorkon began his own introductions. “This is my daughter Azetbur.” The woman nodded. She wore a headdress of chainmail and bright blue eyeshadow. “My military advisor Brigadier Kerla.” A tall Klingon stepped forward. “And this is General Chang my chief of staff.” The Klingon with a bald head and an eyepatch stepped forward.

            “I’ve always wanted to meet you, Captain,” said Chang, looking intensely at Kirk.

            (Y/N) felt a subtle hatred, and they noted it carefully. If he was going to be an aggressor in this time of fragile peace, they would have to tread carefully and keep him under control.

            “Sincere admiration, Kirk,” said Kerla, and his aura went alongside honesty, much to (Y/N)’s gratefulness.

            “From one warrior to another,” said Chang, gaze unreadable but emotions stormy.

            Hopefully, it is just suspicion of this entire situation, and it will simmer down, thought (Y/N).

            “Right…” Kirk glanced at (Y/N), and they nodded for him to continue. “This way. I believe you might enjoy a brief tour.”

            “Follow me,” said (Y/N) politely, leading the way out of the room. Time for the games to begin.

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            After the tour—that had provoked anger from a variety of people throughout the levels of the Enterprise—dinner was ready, and the Starfleet and Klingon representatives sat down together.

            “I offer a toast,” said Gorkon as everyone settled into their seats. He held up his glass of Romulan ale. Everyone looked at him. “To the undiscovered country. The future.”

            “The undiscovered country,” echoed the rest of the table.

            “Hamlet, Act III, Scene I,” said Spock knowledgably.

            “You have not experienced Shakespeare until you have read him in the original Klingon,” said Gorkon.

            Oh, it’s like Chekov and everything coming from Russia, thought (Y/N), a bit amused.

            “ ‘To be or not to be,’ ” said Chang in Klingon.

            “I thought Romulan ale was illegal,” remarked Kerla as he took a sip from his glass.

            “Well, we’re a thousand lightyears from Federation headquarters,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “To you, Chancellor Gorkon,” said Bones diplomatically. The crew was a bit offput by Klingon manners while eating, but he was trying to make (Y/N) not glare at him again. “One of the architects of the future.”

            “Chancellor,” repeated everyone.

            “I think we are looking at a bit of the future here and now,” said (Y/N), gesturing to the table.

            Azetbur nodded, and (Y/N) was glad to see that Gorkon’s daughter was also dedicated to peace. That was a good influence to balance Chang’s clear dislike of Starfleet.

            “Tell me, Captain Kirk.”

            Speaking of Chang, thought (Y/N). He was about to say something slightly provoking, if (Y/N) had any guesses.

            “Would you be willing to give up Starfleet?” asked Chang.

            “I believe the Captain feels that Starfleet’s mission has always been one of peace,” said Spock, speaking to establish a calm beginning of the discussion.       

            “Ah.” Chang’s tone was doubtful, and he stared down the table at Kirk.

            “Far be it for me to dispute my first officer,” said Kirk, remaining as polite as possible. “Starfleet has always been—”

            “Come now, Captain, there’s no need to mince words,” said Chang, trying to keep Kirk speaking and clearly pushing him to react. “In space, all warriors are cold warriors.”

            “Fortunately, we’re not here as warriors,” said (Y/N), a pleasant smile on their face. “So we do not need to worry about such things.”

            “On planets in the Federation, people don’t have to worry about being warriors because they have inalienable human rights,” said Chekov.

            Damn it, Chekov, not right now, thought (Y/N), seeing Chekov’s satisfaction at getting a dig in.

            “Inhuman…” Azetbur scoffed. “If only you could hear yourselves. ‘Human rights.’ Why the very name is racist. The Federation is no more than a ‘homo sapiens’ only club.”

            And here I thought she could be mature, thought (Y/N). Their hopes on that end were dashed.

            “Present company excepted, of course,” said Chang, a slight sneer in his voice as he addressed Spock and (Y/N) condescendingly.

            “The Federation accepts peoples of all kinds,” said (Y/N) calmly. “The Vulcans are near-emotionless, and the Celians are empaths. We live in peace despite our differences.”

            Kerla scoffed. “We know where this leads for the Klingons. The annihilation of our culture.”

            “That’s not true,” snapped Bones.

            “No?” challenged Kerla aggressively.

            “No!” said Bones.

            (Y/N) felt the barbs of everyone’s anger and distress growing.

            “ ‘To be or not to be!’ That is the question which preoccupies out people,” said Chang, voice harsh. “We need breathing room.”

            Territory for themselves that the Federation will not give them.

            “Earth, Hitler, 1938,” said Kirk coldly.

            (Y/N) had to admit, he had a point.

            “I beg your pardon?” snapped Chang.

            “General,” said (Y/N). “The Klingon Empire is dying. Your conquered territory is not anyone’s priority.”

            Chang scoffed, but Gorkon spoke before he could respond.

            “Well…I see we have a long way to go,” said Gorkon. His disappointment that had tinged his aura the entire time people spoke deepened significantly.

            Everyone remained silent, and the silence passed for the rest of the dinner. What a mess.

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            “Thank you for giving us your time, Chancellor,” said (Y/N) as the Klingons stepped back onto the Transporter to return to their ship.

            “Your people do not trust me,” said Gorkon.

            (Y/N) paused and nodded. “And yours do not trust us.” It was the truth. “We are all frightened of change.”

            Gorkon nodded. “I don’t blame them. If there is to be a brave new world, our generation is going to have the hardest time living in it.” He nodded. “Thank you, Captain (L/N).”

            “Of course,” said (Y/N).

            “Captain Spock,” acknowledged Gorkon.

            “Chancellor. Madam,” said Spock.

            “Captain.” Azetbur stepped onto the Transporter Pad beside her father.

            “Well most kind,” said Chang, though he certainly didn’t feel that way. “ ‘Parting is such sweet sorrow.’ ” More Shakespeare. “Hm, Captain. ‘Have we not heard the chimes at midnight?’ ” He stepped onto the transporter with those strange words and opened his communicator. “Energize.” The Klingon word was spoken, and the group dematerialized.

            “Thank god,” sighed Scotty the instant they were gone.      

            “Did you see the way they hate?” said Uhura, groaning.

            “Terrible table manners,” agreed Chekov.

            “I doubt our own behavior will distinguish us in the annals of diplomacy,” said Spock.

            “You all ought to be ashamed of yourselves,” said (Y/N). “This is our chance at peace, and table manners matter? Unbelievable.”

            (Y/N)’s scolding chastened the group, who had the decency to look a little more ashamed of themselves.

            Kirk grimaced. “I’m going to sleep it all off.” He sighed. “Please let me know if there’s some other way we can screw up tonight.”

            “I’m going to find a pot of black coffee,” said Bones, who had drank a lot (even for his Southern self).

            “I’m going for a short walk,” said (Y/N).

            “I shall join you,” said Spock, sensing (Y/N) needed some support.

l

            “How are you feeling, T’hy’la?” asked Spock as they walked the corridors of the Enterprise.

            “Tired,” admitted (Y/N). “Everyone’s emotions have been erratic today. I understand why, of course, but it can be a lot to sense and keep track of—on our crew and on the Klingon’s.”

            “You’re working diligently,” said Spock. “No one can ask more of you.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N). “But I want to help us achieve peace. We have a chance at real, meaningful change, and I don’t want to lose that.”

            “We won’t,” said Spock. “In fact, the likelihood of that is lower than you might think due to the Commander-in-Chief of Starfleet, the president of the Federation, and the Klingon Chancellor all desiring some sort of treaty or agreement.”

            “I know you’ve done the calculations,” said (Y/N). “But the worry doesn’t go away so easily.”

            “You are dedicated,” said Spock. “That is an excellent quality. But please, T’hy’la, be easier on yourself. You’re an excellent officer. You have done nothing but promote peace.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, my dear.” They lifted their first two fingers.

            Spock touched his to theirs and then leaned in to kiss them in a Celian manner. “I love you, T’hy’la.”

            “I love you, too, my husband,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Now, shall we return to the Bridge?”

            Spock nodded.

l

            Spock and (Y/N) sat down at their stations. (Y/N) was glad they were always right next to him. Admittedly, it had been nice when they had begun to have a crush on him (who could blame them?) and now that they were married, it was just as nice.

            (Y/N) had no channels to monitor currently, and Uhura was scanning for any disturbances, so they sat in their chair and looked out the viewscreen as the stars went by. Beside them, Spock looked over his instruments and the state the ship.

            “Unusual,” he remarked.

            (Y/N) heard his tone and looked over. “What is it?” They leaned over, concerned.

            “There’s neutron radiation emanating from us,” said Spock, raising a brow.

            “Alert Kirk,” said (Y/N), paging his quarters. “Captain.”

            Kirk yawned tiredly. “What is it?”

            “Will you please join us on the Bridge?” said (Y/N).

            Kirk sighed, and it turned into a yawn.

l

            “Captain,” said Spock as Kirk entered.

            “What is it?” asked Kirk, still drowsy.

            “We are reading an enormous amount of neutron radiation,” said Spock.

            “Where?” said Kirk, more awake at the knowledge.

            “Strangely enough, it appears to be emanating from us,” reported Spock.

            “The Enterprise?” said Kirk, completely awake and confused. He frowned and looked at the other officers who had been stationed on the Bridge for the evening before he, Spock, and (Y/N) arrived. “Valeris, do you know anything about a radiation surge?” If anyone would notice something, it would be a Vulcan, especially one who was working to become a science officer once day.

            “Sir?” replied Valeris.

            “Only the size of my head,” groaned Chekov, feeling the Romulan ale in his system.

            “I know what you mean,” sighed Kirk.

            Boom!

            On the viewscreen, a torpedo had slammed into the Klingon’s ship. (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

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[whencyclopedia]

Eyewitness Accounts of WWII's Eastern Front

The Eastern Front (1941-5), called the Western Front or Great Patriotic War by the Soviets, was by far the bloodiest of the Second World War (1939-45). In this article, the memories of those who experienced the conflict firsthand are presented, both from the German and Soviet side. Also presented are the memories of civilians who were reluctantly caught in the burning stage lights of this most terrible theatre of war.

Operation Barbarossa

Many German and Axis soldiers started the campaign with optimism, believing Hitler's claim that the USSR's Red Army was rotten and would soon crumble. One German soldier, Bernhard Bechler, reassured his sister as he departed for the Eastern Front:

I said 'Listen, we will part now. In a few weeks I'll ring you from Moscow.'…I was utterly convinced that this would happen, and I was in fact proud of our plans.

(Rees, 40)

Nazi propaganda had also spread the message that the Red Army was a brutal and unprincipled fighting force that should be given no quarter. This view was reinforced by experience for many German soldiers. Walter Schaefer-Kehnert, an artillery officer in a panzer division, recalls one episode:

When they counter-attacked and we had to leave the wounded behind and then we came back again, we found all the wounded had had their heads split open with short infantry blades. Now you can imagine our soldiers, when you see your wounded friend has been brutally killed, then they were furious.

(Rees, 50-1)

Axis soldiers were also told that they were fighting a war against Bolshevism, the main enemy of Nazism, and so they were ordered to shoot political officers (commissars) serving in the Red Army. Walter Traphöner remembers:

…when we caught any of them, they just had to be killed. We never really asked about the reasons for anything much. I mean they were just blokes who were supporting their system, just like with us. The commissars just had to be killed…we wanted to prevent the Bolsheviks from conquering the world.

(Rees, 51)

The new front went well for the invaders in the summer of 1941. The Red Army in WWII began the conflict in disarray. The Soviets were poorly organised, poorly equipped, and caught by surprise by the sheer scale of the Axis offensive. Viktor Strazdovski, then just 18, recalls:

The 60-millimetre guns that we were given were trophies left from World War I – they didn't have modern sighting devices. And we had only one rifle between five soldiers…When I was sent to the place where the Germans broke our defence line, you can imagine how we felt – we felt we were doomed. There were four of us, with two rifles between us, and we didn't know in which direction we would run into the Germans. The woods around us were ablaze. On the one hand we couldn't disobey our order, but on the other hand we felt doomed.

(Rees, 65)

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⇒ Eyewitness Accounts of WWII's Eastern Front

[the--silent-hero]

Commission for RoboMythos on Twitter (not sure if they have Tumblr :'> ) with their sweet Operator Rees exploring Duviri :D

(And Link in the background having a midlife crisis)

[robomythos]

XATA - TRUTH

The Sky and Earth aflame

[darkmaga-returns]

Some experts say that a reliance on Net Zero energy left Spain and Portugal vulnerable to the mass blackouts that engulfed the region

Spain’s national grid operator REE said it had identified two incidents of power generation loss, probably from solar plants, in the country’s south-west. In what is believed to have been the largest power cut in Europe, tens of millions of people were left without electricity. Fights were grounded, trains halted and whole cities were left without power, internet access or other vital services. As the cause of the initial fault in the region’s electricity grid is still being investigated the EU has insisted that there were no indications that it was a cyberattack. Energy experts have blamed a heavy reliance on solar and wind farms in Spain for leaving the region’s power grid vulnerable to such a crisis. The Telegraph reports: On Monday Spain was forced to activate emergency measures to restore electricity across parts of northern and southern Spain, including switching hydroelectric plants across the country back on and importing power through giant cables with France and Morocco. Traditional energy systems have mechanisms which allow them to keep running even if there is a shock, such as a surge or loss of power. However, solar and wind do not have the same ability. Electricity grids need what is known as inertia to help balance the network and maintain electricity supplies at a stable frequency. Inertia is created by generators with spinning parts – such as turbines running on gas, coal or hydropower – which wind and solar do not have. Britain’s National Energy Systems Operator (Neso) compares it to “the shock absorbers in your car’s suspension, which dampen the effect of a sudden bump in the road and keep your car stable and moving forward.”

[probablyasocialecologist]

There are infinite possibilities for breakdown, disease and decay that might lead us to a hospital. A fractured leg. A change in your bowel movements. A headache that won’t go away. Arthritic pain. Rogue bacteria in the gut. A relative gets ill. A child is rushed into casualty. A partner needs an operation. Whether the ensuing events last twenty-four hours or twenty-four months, the hospital dominates your world for that time, becoming rich with melodrama, its white surroundings saturated with technicoloured emotion. In a ward cubicle, a human life can end or begin, with all the grief, horror, love and beauty that this entails. Epic moments that will forever resonate in our lives. But immediately after the event, the sheets are changed, the machines removed and the surfaces wiped down for the next patient. The cubicle is restored to a blank canvas with no sign of what has occurred; only the memories of those who experienced it, and the story they tell, remain, both of which become embellished and refined over time, until they are as much figments of the imagination as real events.

That story might be only one of a hundred that occurred in that hospital that day, each one as unique as a snowflake even though they shared the same commonplace backdrop. In this way, a hospital is more a mythical construct than it is a physical place. Its floors, walls and corridors are conduits for grand narratives that extend through time and space, often surviving longer than the life of the building itself.

Gareth E. Rees, Unofficial Britain: Journeys Through Unexpected Places

[hopetune]

deep dive character sheet

stolen from: ree my friend ree :D tagging: anyone who wants to do it ^^

NAME: Robin

BODY

height: 160cm / around 5'2

strength ★★☆☆☆ — stays fit and enjoys a decent amount of core strength as a singer but isn't remarkably strong physically speaking. struggles to open difficult jars.

dexterity ★★★☆☆ — she's got good reflexes and is decent at delicate work

health ★★★★★ very conscious about her health, though constant travels make proper rest difficult to achieve.

energy ★★★★★ — similar with health, she does her best to have a large pool of energy to draw from as she usually has very busy schedules.

beauty ★★★★★ — how do i put 10 stars here. have you seen her

style  ★★★★★ — she likes to have a pleasing aesthetic, even outside of performing

hygiene ★★★★★ — it's connected with her value for self-care. taking care of her health means maintaining cleanliness and good hygiene.

SKILLS

perception ★★★★★ — she's sharp. she can tell when certain things feel off, especially when it involves the Harmony. doesn't always choose to act on them, though.

communication ★★★☆☆ — the things she's willing to share, she does so freely, but she's not without her own secrets.

persuasion ★★★★★ — "[Halovians] seem born into the love and admiration of other species and peoples."

mediation ★★★★★ — will always make an attempt to pursue peace

literacy ★★★★★ — she was a humanities student, i don't doubt for a moment that she's read a good deal of classics

creativity ★★★★★ — more in the artistic sense than problem-solving one

cooking ★☆☆☆☆ — won't set the kitchen on fire but unfortunately does not have the know-how to cook a good meal. definitely has someone else cooking for her, or eats pre-made meals.

tech savvy ★★☆☆☆ — can operate her phone, certain audio equipment, and musical instruments but doesn't know much more beyond that.

combat ★☆☆☆☆ — in gh-canon, she's getting better at it, but she doesn't have the sense for it at all

survival ★☆☆☆☆ — you'd think with how much she prioritizes health, she'd be more prudent about actually living but miss "i go into active warzones and get shot" doesn't seem to think much about her own survival when it comes to situations such as that.

stealth ★★★★☆ — good at disguising herself

street smarts ★★☆☆☆ — similar sentiments to survival where i feel like in the situations where it matters most she just does not choose the smartest things. 

seduction ★★★★☆ — looking at her stage outfit vs. her regular outfits + seeing her pose like marilyn monroe in her trailer makes me think that she projects an elegant and attractive image as a celebrity

luck ★★★☆☆ — lucky enough to survive a gunshot but not unlucky enough to avoid getting shot to begin with

handling animals ★★★★★ — the bird whisperer!!! she definitely has disney princess vibes. those critters surround her.

pacifying children★★★★★ — she's really good with kids!

MIND

intelligence ★★★★☆ — intelligent in the sense that she's very eloquent, thoughtful, and sharp. i don't think it necessarily translates into academics, though.

happiness ★★☆☆☆ — she's not depressed or anything, but is definitely still in the process of defining happiness and pursuing it

spirituality ★★★★★ — devout follower of the Harmony

confidence ★★★☆☆ — knows her skill and worth but also knows her many limitations

humor ★☆☆☆☆ — not that she's a dry person or anything, i just don't think she gets the chance to joke around with people much

anxiety ★★☆☆☆ — is usually grounded enough that her fears do not spiral into anything too paralyzing, but she has her moments

patience ★★★★★ — like a saint

passion ★★★☆☆ — she loves what she's doing but also sees it as a duty she owes the world in pursuit of her dreams. she's not obsessed with music. think of it as her fiery passion simmering down into a consistent burning hearth.

nice        ★☆☆☆☆ mean — she's too nice, sometimes

brave       ☆★☆☆☆ cowardly — faces occasional hesitation but is ultimately unafraid to do what she needs to

pacifist     ★☆☆☆☆ violent 

thoughtful ☆★☆☆☆ impulsive — thoughtful in words, action, and decision-making. impulsive in shopping. i'm docking off points for being consumerist.

agreeable ☆★☆☆☆ contrary — agrees with most people as she can usually understand where they are coming from

idealistic   ☆☆★☆☆ pragmatic — in a strange in between where she can recognize how cruel the universe can be but still believes in its ability to be good

frugal ☆☆☆★☆ big spender — has lessened over the years but she definitely has a problem with shopping

extrovert   ☆☆★☆☆ introvert — she's very friendly but can't really sustain a proper social life.

collected   ★☆☆☆☆ wild — collected in appearance and demeanor

ambitious / possessive / stubborn / jealous / decisive / perfectionist

SOCIAL

charisma ★★★★★ — there's just a very attractive quality to her that people can't help but fall for  (what noooo i'm not using her technique to lure you in why would i ever do that)

empathy ★★★★★ — very empathetic

generosity ★★★★★

wealth ★★★★★ — those royalties are doing so much heavy lifting

honest  ★★★☆☆ deceptive  — wants to be more honest but is often in situations where she can't be

leader   ☆☆★☆☆ follower — she's a leader who follows the people she's with

polite   ★☆☆☆☆  rude — she couldn't be rude even if she wanted to. that oak family hospitality is strong.

political ★☆☆☆☆ indifferent — you can't advocate for peace and harmony without getting tangled in all that mess

BELIEFS

higher power ★★☆☆☆ — her belief in the harmony has less to do with the aeon and more with the philosophy that xipe represents

fate/destiny ★★★★★ — waxes a lot of poetic about what is and what isn't meant to be, but still holds hope in her own wishes for the world

magic ★★★★★ — what is magic if not bullshit we can't explain yet

soulmates ★★☆☆☆ — would believe in it more if she actually had more romantic experience. right now, she doesn't really think much of it.

good and evil ★★☆☆☆ — obviously believes they exist but doesn't believe that they're so dichotomous. 

luck ★★☆☆☆ — knows some people are more fortunate than others but believes that their situation can still be changed. luck matters but not as much as action.

PRIORITIES

family ★★★★★ — she loves you, sunday

friends ★★★★★ — canonically, does not have many, but cherishes them all the same. in gh… she's made a handful who are very dear to her :3

love ★☆☆☆☆ — is not really in a position where she can pursue romance but she'd love to love someone in the future

home ★☆☆☆☆ — hasn't had a good sense of home since leaving penacony, and the happenings at the charmony festival have only exacerbated these feelings. a free flying bird who has no place to nest… ahuhu

health ★★★★★

praise ★★☆☆☆ — enjoys hearing it but doesn't actively seek it out

justice ★★★★★ — justice is the same as peace, for her

truth ★★☆☆☆ — has learned that not all things need an answer. she'd still like to hear them, though.

power ☆☆☆☆☆ — really doesn't care for it

fame ★☆☆☆☆ — it was higher, once, but robin soon realized that fame itself wasn't as important to her as the people that fame allowed her to help.

wealth ★☆☆☆☆ — she has enough money that i think she's happy not earning more.

others' opinions ★★☆☆☆ — for close friends, she cares more about how they see things, but for strangers who only see her as a celebrity… she's learned to tune them out.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Saving for my future reference. Tuvok, survivor that you are.... Transcript under cut!

"I fear it is not so simple, Mr Tuvok." Ree's tail began to twitch as it did when he was wrestling with a problem whose neck eluded his jaws. "There are limits to the efficacy of medication. It can only modify the brain's chemistry so much, and its structure barely at all. And your brain Mr. Tuvok..." It's a real mess, he wanted to say. "It has been through an inordinate amount of strain over the past decade. Let me see," he said, reviewing Tuvok's file. "Brainwashing by a Maquis operative...thermal damage from a telekinetic incident...limbic-system imbalance following a meld with a Betazoid sociopath...decades-long infection from a dormant memory virus...extensive brain damage and memory loss from neuroleptic shock...temporary Borg assimilation...and the onset of the preliminary stages of fal-tor-voh." "All of those conditions were corrected," Tuvok insisted. "Yes, but they left their scars. As did the extensive torture and hardship you recently endured at Romulan hands. You are still in the process of healing from that; your emotional control was tenuous for a Vulcan even before we encountered the jellies." Tuvok said nothing but he didn't need to; his shame was redolent. "And even if you had mastered the emotional trauma completely, it would still have left a physical spoor in your neurochemistry, as did all the other neurological traumas you've experienced. Your mind, my friend, bears a proud and admirable catalog of scars. You are a survivor, and should be esteemed for that, but being a survivor carries its costs."