#Turning Gears; Gyro Musings | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

donttalkaboutmemes · 2 years ago

Text

Treasure Planet (2002) Sentence Meme Pt 1

Under the cut you will find 100+ sentences from Treasure Planet (2002) to use for your enjoyment!

"On the clearest night, when the winds of the Etherium were calm and peaceful, the great merchant ships with their cargoes of Arcturian saura crystals felt safe and secure."

"Little did they suspect they were pursued by pirates."

"I thought you were asleep an hour ago."

"Mom, I was just getting to the best part! Please?"

"Can those eyes get any bigger?"

"Flint's secret trove was never found, but stories have persisted that it remains hidden somewhere at the farthest reaches of the galaxy, stowed with riches beyond imagination, the loot of a thousand worlds."

"How do you think he did it? How'd he swoop in out of nowhere and vanish without a trace?"

"Okay, now it's time for this little spacer to go to sleep."

"You think somebody'll ever find Treasure Planet?"

"I think it's more like a legend."

"Sorry. It's been a madhouse here all morning."

"What brings you here curious little one?"

"Oh, they're so adorable at that age."

"I know he had some rough spots earlier this year, but I really think that he's starting to turn a corner."

"Thank you. I will take it from here."

"Don't ever let me do that again."

"We see his type all the time, ma'am. Wrong choices. Dead-enders. Losers."

"Do you want to go to juvenile hall? Is that it?"

"Look at me. It's been hard enough keeping this place afloat by myself without you going..."

"I just don't want to see you throw away your entire future."

"I really don't know how you manage it. Trying to run a business while raising a felon...fellow...like him."

"Managing it? I'm at the end of my rope."

"Hey mister? Mister, you okay in there?"

"He's a-comin'. Can you hear him? Those gears and gyros clickin' and whirrin' like the devil himself!"

"Hit your head there pretty hard, didn't ya?"

"Mom's gonna love this."

"I keep dreaming one day I'll open that door and there he'll be just the way he was. A smiling, happy little boy holding a new pet and begging me to let him keep it."

"He'll be comin' soon. Can't let him find this."

"The cyborg! Beware the cyborg!"

"I just spoke with the constabulary. Those blaggard pirates have fled without a trace."

"Certainly a lot of trouble over that odd little sphere. Those markings baffle me. Unlike anything I've ever encountered."

"It means that all that treasure is only a boat ride away."

"Whoever brings it back would hold an eternal place atop the pantheon of explorers."

"This is it. This is the answer to all our problems."

"Don't you remember all those stories?"

"Would you please explain how ridiculous this is?"

"It's totally preposterous, traversing the entire galaxy alone. That's why I'm going with you."

"I'll use my saving to finance the expedition. I'll commission a ship, hire a captain and crew."

"All my life I've been waiting for an opportunity like this and here it is screaming Go [name], go [name]."

"I know that I keep messing everything up and I know that I let you down, but this is my chance to make it up to you. I'm gonna set things right."

"You said yourself, you've tried everything. There are much worse remedies than a few character-building months in space."

"Are you saying this because it's the right thing or because you really want to go?"

"I don't want to lose you."

"I'll make you proud."

"This should be a wonderful opportunity for the two of us to get to know one another. You know what they say, familiarity breeds, um...well...contempt..."

"How cool is this?"

"Good morning, captain. Everything shipshape?"

"I'm not the captain. The captain's aloft."

"I've checked this miserable ship from stem to stern, and as usual, it's spot on. Can you get nothing wrong?"

"You flatter me, captain."

"Nasty business, but I won't bore you with my scars."

"You know I don't mean a word of it."

"I'd like a word with you in my stateroom."

"To muse and blubber about a treasure map in front of this particular crew demonstrates a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic. And I mean that in a very caring way."

"In the future you will address me as captain or ma'am. is that clear?"

"Again, with the greatest possible respect, zip your howling screamer."

"Let me make this as monosyllabic as possible. I don't much care for this crew you hired. They're...how did I describe them? I said something rather good this morning before coffee."

"There you go, Poetry."

"I'd love to chat. Tea, cake, the whole shebang...but I have a ship to launch."

"That woman! That feline! Who does she think is working for whom?"

"I'll not tolerate a cross word about our captain! There's no finer officer in this or any galaxy!"

"Had I know, I'd have tucked in me shirt."

"Don't be too put off by this hunk of hardware. These gears have been tough getting used to, but they do com ein mighty handy from time to time."

"I'm nothin' if I ain't a kidder."

"You jiggle-headed blob of mischief! So that's where you was hiding!"

"He took a shine to me. We been together ever since."

"We're about to get underway. Would you like to observe the launch?"

"Captain's orders! See to it the new cabin boys kept busy!"

"So, captain's put you with me, eh?"

"Who be a humble cyborg to argue with a captain?"

"Off with you, lad, and watch the launch. There'll be plenty work a-waitin' for you afterwards."

"We best be keepin' a sharp eye on this one, eh? We wouldn't want him strayin' into things he shouldn't."

"Tis a grand day for sailing. And look at you, you're as trim and as bonny as a sloop with new sails and a fresh coat of paint."

"You can keep that kind of flim-flammery for your spaceport floozies."

"You cut me to the quick, captain. I speaks nothin' but me heart at all times."

"I got two new friends I'd like you to meet. Say hello to Mr. Mop and Mrs. Bucket."

"Watch it, twerp."

"Cabin boys should learn to mind their own business."

"You got something to hide, bright eyes?"

"Maybe your ears don't work so well."

"Any last words, cabin boy?"

"You know the rules. There'll be no brawling on the ship."

"Any further offenders will be confined to the brig for the remainder of the voyage. Am I clear?"

"A tight ship's a happy ship."

"I want this deck swabbed spotless and heaven help you if I come back and it's not done."

"Keep an eye on this pup and let me know if there be any more distractions."

"If you pardon my plain speaking, gentlemen, are you all stark-raving totally blinking daft!?"

"After all me finagling getting us hired as an upstanding crew, you want to blow the whole mutiny befor it's time?"

"The boy was sniffing about."

"You just stick to the plan, you bug-brained twit."

"I'll run him so ragged he won't have time to think."

"Thank heaven for little miracles."

"Didn't your pap ever teach you to pick your fights a bit more carefully? Your father not the teachin' sort?"

"He was more the taking off and never coming back sort."

"Hey, no big deal. I'm doing just fine."

"Since the captain has put you in my charge like it or not, I'll be pounding a few skills into that thick head of yours to keep you out of trouble."

"From now on, I'm not letting you out of me sight. You won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your bum without me say-so."

"Don't do me any favors!"

"You can be sure of that, my lad. You can be sure of that."

"You having a little trouble there?"

"If I could maneuver a skiff like that when I was your age, they'd be bowing in the streets when I walked by today."

#ask meme #rp meme #roleplaying meme #sentence meme #disney meme #treasure planet

18 notes · View notes

enbyhoneyfluff · 6 years ago

Text

The Day That Never Ended!

[this is not the whole fic, but this is just a scene I suddenly got a burst of inspiration for]

CW: Alcohol, drunk driving

Gyro let out a sigh, sitting at a table in the Punxadowny bar with Donald’s cousins-- Gladstone and Fethry. Their names have been drilled into his mind from seeing them frequent this bar day after repeated day. It’s only been about ten loops, but the repetition is already grating on his nerves. So much of each loop had to be wasted attempting to explain his situation to Mr. McDuck, and no matter how much progress he made trying to find a way out, it was pointless. Even if he wrote something down, come 6 AM, it would be gone. Like it never happened. It was getting old really, really fast.

Turning the glass of cider in his hand, Gyro mused, “You know... one day, I had a stroke of luck. I had just created Lil’ Bulb, and I decided to take him out on the town. I got coffee from my favorite cafe, at a discount because I filled out the punch card. There was a sale on circuit boards and tools at the electronics store. Lil’ Bulb fell in love with a string of Christmas lights. I went back to the lab, and I managed to finish a voice-activated toaster in a mere four hours. I ordered takeout, and it arrived just a minute over the deadline, so I got it for free. And at the end of the day, Lil’ Bulb fell asleep on my shoulder.”

Fethry was listening intently, while Gladstone barked out a dim laugh, downing his glass. Gyro rolled his eyes, getting to his point. “That was a pretty good day. Why couldn’t I have gotten that day over and over and over?”

Silence fell over the table, the only noise in the bar being the radio playing quietly in the background. After a moment, Fethry leaned forward, holding up his glass. He had already downed half of his drink (his third drink, really), and he gestured at the line in the middle. “You know, Dr. Gearloose, there are some who would say this glass is half-empty. Some would say it’s half-full. You seem more of a glass half-empty kind of guy.”

Gyro narrowed his eyes, and cast his gaze on the two half-duck cousins. “What would you do,” he asks abruptly, “if you were stuck in one place, and everything was exactly the same, and nothing you did mattered?”

He’s struck a nerve. Gladstone cleared his throat and glanced away, and Fethry winced, the memories of the deep sea lab almost reflected in his eyes. It’s clear to them that the conversation is over. Gyro frowned, and he averted his gaze, something already shifting inside him.

He downed the rest of his drink.

-------

The three of them stumbled out of the bar, Fethry struggling to find the key to his car on the keyring. It takes Gladstone taking the keys from him and picking out a lucky guess before he can even try to unlock the doors, but even then he has difficulty. He’s not turning it the right way, Gyro noted, merely watching the scene play out before him.

Gladstone gets sick of watching Fethry’s plight after a few moments, and he pulled him back, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Okay, that’s it, Feth. Gimme your keys. Come on, hand ‘em over.”

Fethry doesn’t resist, though he fumbles while passing them over to Gladstone. The gander wagged a scolding finger at his cousin, admonishing, “Friends don’t let friends drive.”

“Alright, just stand there and take a deep breath.” He steadied Fethry, who swayed on the spot, and complied with Gladstone’s directions. He held the breath, waiting for permission to exhale, but Gladstone hadn’t picked up on that. “You good? You feel alright?”

Fethry nodded.

“Good. ...Oh, you can breathe again.” Gladstone added, crossing around to the driver’s side of the car.

With an exhale, Fethry stumbled again, propping himself against Gyro. The chicken grimaced, leaning back and narrowing his eyes. The loon wasn’t looking particularly healthy at the moment, and that didn’t bode well. “Do you want to throw up out here or in the car?” He snarked, resting a hand on his hip.

Furrowing his brows, like the question needed serious consideration, Fethry hesitated... then glanced up at Gyro with a grimace. “I think both?” Great. Just brilliant. Gyro scoffed and rolled his eyes, grabbing Fethry by the shoulders and started to escort him towards the car door. Without warning, the car lurched forward, before it went into reverse, leaving the pair behind. But only for a few seconds, as Gladstone pulled forward again, rolling down the window to blink blearily at Gyro.

“I don’t think I should be driving.”

“No. No, you definitely shouldn’t.” Gyro deadpanned, pulling open the passenger side door and shoving Fethry unceremoniously into the middle seat. Gladstone stumbled across to the passenger side, allowing Gyro to take the wheel instead. “Everyone make sure to buckle your seatbelts.” He reminded, starting up the car and beginning to drive off.

They drove in silence for a few moments, before Fethry piped up again. “Who else could go for some flapjacks right about now?”

Nobody responded.

Gyro’s hands twitched on the wheel, and he frowned. A question bubbled to the surface of his mind, one that had been simmering since their earlier conversation. “Let me ask you two something. What if there were no tomorrow?”

“No tomorrow?” Gladstone quirked a brow, and even Fethry turned his full attention to Gyro. “That would mean there would be no consequences. No hangovers, no awkward morning-afters...”

“We could do whatever we wanted!” Fethry chimed.

Gyro’s eyes widened for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. He pushed his glasses up and nodded. “That is true. We could do... whatever we want.” Whatever had been shifting inside him finally snapped, and his grip on the wheel tightened, swerving into the nearest mailbox and taking it out. Envelopes went flying, and the duck cousins let out a startled shout.

“Hey, hey, Screwloose, if we wanted to hit mailboxes, I would have called Launchpad and let him drive!” Gladstone shouted, leaning across Fethry to try to grasp onto Gyro’s arm. Paying him no mind, Gyro continued his erratic driving through the town, taking out another mailbox in the process.

Through the rear-view mirror, he saw a pair of headlights come to life, and were soon followed by a red and blue flashing. He’d attracted the attention of the police. Good. That would be the perfect way to test his new theory. Ignoring the blare of the sirens, swerving his way through the empty roads of the late night town, Gyro kept on driving.

Fethry gulped, gripping his seat and glancing at Gyro. He had seen the chicken in his feverish moods before, but this was unheard of even for him. “Dr. Gearloose? I-- I think they want you to stop.” Gyro didn’t even respond, like he hadn’t heard Fethry at all.

Continuing the chaotic rampage, Gyro started on a tirade. “It’s always the same thing your whole life! Clean up your room, stand up straight, pick up your feet! If you wanna be a man, then learn to take it like a man! Be nice to the investors, Gyro! Stop making inventions that turn evil!”

With one more angry swerve, he drifted to a stop... on the railroad crossing. With a determined glare, Gyro revved up the car, with one last bullet point: “Oh, yeah. Don’t drive on the railroad tracks!”

Gladstone’s eyes widened, his breathing quickening as he looked at Fethry. Their eyes met and silently they agreed on one thing. Gyro had lost it. “Uh--” Gladstone wet his lips, his voice wavering with a hint of anxiety. Even he wasn’t sure if his luck could get them out of this one. “Gyro, that’s one I happen to agree with.”

A deranged grin crossed Gyro’s beak and he shifted gears, slamming his foot down on the gas. The car lurched forward, bumping along the tracks as fast as the uneven terrain would allow. “What’s the matter, Gander? I thought you weren’t afraid of taking big chances.”

“This is the police! Pull over immediately!”

Great. They’d turned on the loudspeaker. Gyro growled, and Fethry whirled around in his seat. “Hey, we’re trying to talk in here!”

Suddenly, another light came into view directly ahead of them. Gladstone’s heart leapt into his throat, and Fethry’s eyes widened. Gyro kept speeding forward, with no signs of stopping. With another anxious gulp, Fethry glanced at his cousin. “Do you think they’ll swerve first?”

Gladstone was silent, glancing between Fethry and Gyro, and the oncoming train. He wasn’t swerving. He still wasn’t swerving. Dammit, why wasn’t he swerving?! Fethry and Gladstone started to scream, grabbing onto each other, and the gander just prayed to Lady Luck that somehow they’d get out of this alive--

And Gyro finally swerved, the car leaping off the tracks and down the hill. The cousins were still clinging onto each other, trying to gather their bearings, while Gyro just cackled in exhilaration. “I’m not going to live by their rules anymore!” He shouted, as if he had triumphed over some unseen obstacle.

“Yeah, we noticed that!” Gladstone grimaced, still shaking from the rush of adrenaline.

“You make choices and you live with them!” Gyro laughed, his tone ever so slightly unhinged. Yep. The chicken had finally cracked. With one final crash, the car finally came to a stop in an overnight parking lot, and they were quickly surrounded by police cars.

Gladstone clutched at his chest, taking in deep breaths, and Fethry quivered beside him, fighting back waves of nausea. At least they’d finally stopped. What more could go wrong? An officer began to approach the car, and Gyro rolled down the window, muttering, “I’ll handle this.”

The officer leaned over their car, shining a flashlight into the vehicle as the three birds looked up at them. Gyro leaned casually out the window, a smug grin on his face as he spoke, “Can we get, uh, three cheeseburgers, two fries, two sodas and a large chocolate shake?”

Desperate to relieve some of the tension, Fethry leaned over and made his own addition: “And some flapjacks!”

“Too early for flapjacks?” Gyro went with it, batting his eyelashes innocently at the officer. The dog just stared at them, an unamused expression fixed on their face. Clearly not in the mood for jokes.

Gyro found himself escorted into a jail cell, but he still didn’t have a single regret. Going to bed somewhere besides the B&B would be the perfect chance to test his theory.

---END---

#brandy writes #ducktales #gyro gearloose #gladstone gander #fethry duck #groundhog day

29 notes · View notes

sirgyrodegearloose-archive · 8 years ago

Text

Really Long Character Survey

Rules: Repost, don’t reblog. Tag 10! Good luck!

Tagged by @themisfitmouse

Tagging: @genius-vondrake, @amadeus-aerinstat, @alphagearloose, @unclescrooge, @askflintheartglomgold, @thesmallestarchitect, @tempest-loupnoir, @the-queen-needs-us ...I can’t really think of two more people to tag who haven’t already been tagged by somebody else.

((Hoooo boy there's gonna be so many headcanons in this.))

BASICS.

FULL NAME : Gyro Percival Gearloose

NICKNAME : Gyro, G

AGE : 28

BIRTHDAY : September 18th

ETHNIC GROUP : Uh... chicken? I guess I kinda headcanon that he's got some Italian in him, but other than that, idek man.

NATIONALITY : American

LANGUAGE / S : English (possibly others, but that's woefully all the mun is fluent in)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Bi

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Also bi

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single

CLASS : Uh... upper-middle, I guess? I mean, he's gotta afford all those parts somehow.

HOME TOWN / AREA : Duckburg, Calisota

CURRENT HOME : A workshop/barn on the south side of Duckburg, near the river

PROFESSION : Inventor/Repairman

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : It has never been consistent. Like... in DuckTales and the related comics, it's orange. In some of the old comics, it's light brown. In the Italian comics, it's bright blonde. I just... I have no idea, my dudes. Gyro's addicted to hair dye or something.

EYES : Blue

NOSE : He's a bird. He has a beak.

FACE : Uh... round? Covered in feathers?

LIPS : Again, he is a bird.

COMPLEXION : Pristine white feathers.

BLEMISHES : ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SCARS : He's got a good few nicks on his hands, and probably a couple of other random scars from miscellaneous lab accidents, but nothing major. Plus, it's not as if you could see most of them anyway.

TATTOOS : None.

HEIGHT : 5'5"

WEIGHT : Uh... I dunno, probably around 130-140? Gotta take into account that his bones are probably hollow.

BUILD : It varies. In some comics he's kind of plump, and in others, he's like a scarecrow. I'm gonna tentatively put him at athletic, with a little bit of a paunch?

FEATURES : Big blue eyes, (usually) bright orange hair, slightly curved beak, glasses.

ALLERGIES : Blueberries, but he doesn't bring it up unless he has to.

USUAL HAIR STYLE : He basically just rolls out of bed and runs his fingers through it a couple times.

USUAL FACE LOOK : Lost in thought

USUAL CLOTHING : Hat (with chin strap), button up shirt (usually pink, red, blue, or yellow), open black vest, jeans or khakis, work boots.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Failure, mostly.

ASPIRATION / S : He wants to discover as much as he can, for discovery's sake. To do things before believed to be impossible just to say he did.

POSITIVE TRAITS : Generally cheerful, independent thinker, kind, clever, creative

NEGATIVE TRAITS : Easily frustrated, bottles his feelings until he explodes, tends to run from his problems, occasionally forgets to take care of himself

MBTI : ENFP, but only just barely (x)

ZODIAC : Virgo

TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine (x)

SOUL TYPE / S : Creator (no surprise there), followed closely by Educator and Helper (x)

ANIMALS : Apparently he's a Zebra (x), which is not necessarily something I would have chosen but I guess it fits? (x)

VICE HABIT / S : Can be kind of lazy sometimes, major sweet tooth

FAITH : "The Powers that Be"

GHOSTS ? : Skeptical, but willing to be convinced

AFTERLIFE ? : Who knows?

REINCARNATION ? : He wouldn't discredit it.

ALIENS ? : YEs

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : He doesn't really bother himself with politics.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : Everyone deserves to be treated with basic decency. Beyond that, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

EDUCATION LEVEL : I'm gonna go ahead and say he's got a Master's in engineering, and then a bunch of random courses he thought would be interesting but don't actually add up to any kind of extra degree.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Fulton Gearloose

MOTHER : ??? Gearloose (Until I find a canon name, I've called her Tallulah)

SIBLINGS : It's implied he has at least one sibling, since he's got a nephew in some of the comics, but I don't think they've ever actually been seen

EXTENDED FAMILY : Ratchet Gearloose (Grandfather), Copernicus Gearloose (Great-grandfather), Descartes Gearloose (Great-uncle), Newton Gearloose (Nephew)

NAME MEANING / S : Gyro, as in gyroscope or gyrosphere. Gearloose, as in a literal loose gear.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : His great-grandfather assisted a gentleman thief in the 1920s. Long standing family ties to Scrooge McDuck. Gyro himself is a knight of the kingdom of Quackalot thanks to time travel shenanigans.

FAVOURITES.

BOOK : Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

MOVIE : Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back

5 SONGS :

Why Does the Sun Shine? by They Might Be Giants

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk

Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles

Poison by Alice Cooper (kind of a guilty pleasure)

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

DEITY : ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

HOLIDAY : New Years

MONTH : I don't think he really has a favorite month.

SEASON : Spring

PLACE : His workshop

WEATHER : Partly cloudy, 68F, low humidity, light breeze

SOUND : Clocks ticking, birds singing, keyboard clatter, that wobbly sound that laminated paper makes

SCENT / S : Freshly cut grass, sunscreen, baked goods

TASTE / S : Fresh fruit, anything sweet

FEEL / S : The weight of a wrench or a hammer, the texture of blueprint paper, working outdoors in the sunshine (or by a window), laying in a hammock

ANIMAL / S : Dogs, bees, butterflies, songbirds

NUMBER : 42

COLOUR : Orange

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Not sure if you'd really call it a talent, but he's canonically ambidextrous.

BAD AT : Cooking, singing

TURN ONS : Not getting into that here.

TURN OFFS : Not getting into this either.

HOBBIES : Baseball, soccer, fishing, bug catching

TROPES : Cloudcuckoolander, Gadgeteer Genius, Mr. Fixit, Identical Grandson, and probably a whole lot more that I can't be bothered to keep looking for.

AESTHETIC TAGS : Tools, metalworking, robotics, clockwork, spring and summer landscapes, baseball, soccer, orange, circuitry, beaches, Arthurian legends, medieval weaponry, castles, old sci-fi, space, cyberpunk, steampunk, science labs, dragons

GPOY QUOTES : ??

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Rick Moranis

ALT FC / S : Don't have one

OLDER FC / S : ...Older Rick Moranis?

YOUNGER FC / S : ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

VOICE CLAIM / S : Well, his last voice actor was Chris Edgerly in the remastered game, but I don't think it's been confirmed yet who his new VA will be.

GENDERBENT FC / S : Don't have one

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ?

A1 : I have no idea. It would probably be a campy, 80's style sci-fi though, like Honey I Shrunk The Kids or Weird Science.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack / score sound like ?

A2 : Lighthearted, but with a sense of wonder. It would make occasional use of odd instruments.

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character ?

A3 : I had just rediscovered DuckTales and Tumblr RP blogs were starting to become this big thing that everyone did so I just sort of jumped on the bandwagon.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character ?

A4 : I've always loved nerdy, quirky characters. Being a ginger doesn't hurt either.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : He is usually portrayed as having human-like feet, which makes no gotdang sense. The ducks have duck feet. Cats and dogs have paws. Other chickens have chicken feet. BUT LET'S MAKE GYRO A WEIRD MUTANT, MWAHAHAHAHAHA! ...How about no? I'm just... completely disregarding that as canon unless there's an explanation for it. I'll even take a one off, throwaway comment. Otherwise, y'all can fight me.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse ?

A6 : A tendency to get way too invested in a project and forget to do things like sleeping or eating a reasonable meal.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you ?

A7 : He doesn't know I'm there, and I intend to keep it that way for now.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : He has had some truly memorable relationships and interactions with other muses throughout my time playing him, and I don't think I could adequately cover all of them in just a little survey post.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : I've got a playlist of songs that remind me of him that I listen to sometimes. Other than that, I find inspiration for Gyro in some of the weirdest places, like my history textbook the other day, or a particularly scientifically inaccurate episode of Danger Mouse I watched the other day.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : About two hours.

#ooc #tagged as me #headcanons

2 notes · View notes

tauers-go-dutch · 7 years ago

Text

Mamma Mia! We finally made it to Greece

With my favorite ladies!

Alternative name: Ryan takes selfies with food

As our time in Amsterdam is winding down, my lovely mother finally got her bum in gear and booked her trip to come visit. I put a lot of time and care into planning this trip, because we haven’t been looking forward to it for the past two years-- we’ve been looking forward to it for closer to 20! My mom and I have had Greece on our bucket list for as long as I can remember, and my living in Europe made for the perfect opportunity.

My last day at work was the Monday following our anniversary trip to Edinburgh, so I didn’t have a whole lot of time to prepare before picking her up from the airport Tuesday morning. For some damn reason, she decided to arrive on literally the hottest day I’ve experienced since moving here myself. Seriously, heat records were broken for the last week of May. So - we grabbed some iced tea from Starbucks (the only place in Europe you can GET iced tea the way we like it) and hopped on the train.

Ryan worked from home that day, so once we dropped her luggage off, the three of us ventured up to the Foodhallen, which is, you guessed it, a food hall with stalls serving up different types of street food. While we generally don’t advocate eating traditional Dutch food, we do always try to make sure everyone gets at least a taste. The easiest way to do this is to order bitterballen, which I lovingly like to describe as ‘fried balls of gravy’. I think they’re disgusting, but I’ve received mixed opinions from my guests. Ryan enjoys them, but never seems to order them for himself. I don’t think mom was terribly impressed-- I’d show you the photo of her digging in, but then I’d have to give up my American citizenship and never return home, for fear she might murder me.

Ryan returned to work while mom and I wandered up through a neighborhood called the ‘Jordaan’ which is full of cute shops and great for people watching. After showing her the Anne Frank house (from the outside- the line was way too long to go inside) and buying a few charms for our charm bracelets, we hopped on the tram home to relax for a bit. I took her to dinner at my favorite neighborhood pizza place before calling it a night.

The next morning we took the train to Haarlem, one of my favorite little towns just outside of Amsterdam. We grabbed brunch at one of my favorite spots, then took a stroll to see one of the last remaining windmills in the area. We had some lemonade and shared a piece of carrot cake at my favorite tea shop (too hot for tea, and they don’t do iced!). I bought the biggest bag of loose leaf of my favorite blend they had, and we hopped back on the train to Amsterdam. Ryan met us for dinner at a delicious Kansas City BBQ joint we’ve come to love before heading in.

Thursday we went to the Van Gogh museum, where there was a special exhibit displaying his Japanese-inspired paintings. Of course we had to make the other typical Dutch food stops, where we hit up Ryan’s favorite fry place, a deliciously Instagram and Pinterest-famous chocolate cookie shop, and finally, a bakery specializing in everyone’s favorite Dutch treat, the Stroopwafel!

Here is mom’s impression of Amsterdam, in her own words:

Finally! I made it to Amsterdam! First impression - it’s very hot and humid! That impression didn’t change except when it was raining. I loved the rain! Being as I was only there a very short time, we ran around from place to place to see as much as I could without spending too much time in any one place. The first night we ate at a marketplace where you could get about any food type you desired. I had my first taste of bitterballen. Was very good but basically deep fried gravy and one was enough for me. Mariah and I took most of the next day and traveled to Haarlem. Adorable little town, sort of a miniature Amsterdam. Many cute stores and a great little tea shop. That evening we had authentic Kansas City BBQ. Delicious!

We went to the museum plaza where there was an exhibition of miniature canal houses done in Delft. They were wonderful! We visited the Van Gogh museum. Was a great museum but honestly think I was suffering from heat exhaustion and didn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. There are many museums on the plaza and I would love to explore more of them someday. Things of note in Amsterdam are the beautiful parks, the superb public transportation and of course the architecture. It is a very old city and the buildings are amazing. The architecture was probably my favorite thing about the city. Also noteworthy are the millions of bicycles ridden by all ages, shapes and sizes, all day long as well as the very small garden plots in front of nearly every home and window boxes adorning most windows on all floors.

On my last night in Amsterdam (a trip to Greece in-between) Mariah and I stayed in a very nice boutique hotel named The Muse. Was a great last night and I left the next morning after a great breakfast prepared by friends Scott and Ashley. They are very special people and it is easy to understand why Mariah and Ryan have become such great friends with them. Knowing I would see Mariah and Ryan in six weeks made it easier to go...

Finally time to head to Greece, we made a final round through our apartment, as we had actually ended our lease and were due to move out that day! As much as Amsterdam will be missed, that place absolutely will not, so we bid it good riddance and made for the airport!

We landed in Santorini at about 9 in the evening, and were lucky that my Aunt Karen had arrived a few hours earlier and was able to check into our rental, which was in the village of Perissa. We dropped our stuff off and immediately made our way to the dive across the street for some late-night dinner. We had gyro, dolmas (my favorite!) pita and tzatziki and we were in heaven!

Made it!

Oh Greek food, how I love you!

Friday morning we had some Greek pastries for breakfast and headed to the Excavations of Akrotiri, which were supposed to be some great ancient ruins but turned out to be the biggest waste of money on the trip. The site was unfortunately very disappointing. No matter, the site was right on the beach, so we walked down to the coast and hiked up and over to the Red Beach, aptly named for the color of its sand/rocks. We weren’t prepared for a true beach day, so we just admired for a bit, took a few photos and headed over to Fira for some lunch.

Some rather disappointing ruins. Good thing we’re cute!

The beautiful red sand beach

Mom and Karen hung out while Ryan and I took on the popular hike from Fira to Oia. It was absolutely stunning - the perfect mix of hills and ridges along the coast where we passed every #dreamgoals resort you can possibly dream up. We arrived in Oia just before sunset, where we sat and watched it go down on a rooftop sangria bar. We grabbed dinner then met up with Mom and Karen, who had spent our hiking time exploring Oia. We took advantage of our apartment’s private jacuzzi then hit the hay.

Hiking through paradise! (Prepping my new hiking boots for the imminent Trolltunga)

We slept in a bit on Saturday before walking down to the black sand beach. I had booked our specific apartment in Perissa because of its proximity to the best beach on Santorini. It was still about a 15 minute trek down, but it was 100% worth it. We grabbed brunch at a beachside cafe before walking about 100 feet through the sand and plopping down on some shaded beach lounges and ordering fresh fruit smoothies. We enjoyed our drinks by the sea then mom and I decided it was time to take a dip. What is nice about this beach is that the black sand is actually small pebble, which makes it much easier to stand on and brush off (though we did manage to trek plenty back to our apartment) and makes for very clear water, because it doesn’t get picked up in the current like typical beach sand does. While mom tried very hard to get me to let her stay there forever, we eventually decided we’d had enough sun and headed in. Ryan was nice enough to walk back and grab the rental car for us, so we were chauffeured back to our apartment for showers and a nap.

Mom and Karen stayed in the rest of the evening while Ryan and I went to a tasting at a local winery. The winery sat at the top of a hill overlooking the sea, but after a full day of sun, we decided we had better sit inside in the shade. The wine was great, some better than others. The entertainment, however, was provided by a crabby old man at the bar directly behind our table. Fortunately Ryan was able to sneak a photo of him in action.

Old man: ‘Can I have a mimosa?’

Bartender: *blank stare*

Old man: ‘Do you know what a mimosa is? In America we have mimosas!’

Bartender: ‘Like the flower?’

Old man: ‘Like the drink’

Bartender: ‘Ok, sir, where are you sitting? I will send the waiter over for your order.’

Old man: ‘I don’t have a table. I’ve already eaten and paid. I just want to wash everything down with a mimosa.’

Bartender: ‘Ok sir. What do you want?’

Old man: ‘Orange juice and champagne. Do you have orange juice and champagne? Just give me a glass of orange juice and a glass of champagne. I will make it myself!’

Bartender: *pours a flute of champagne and asks him hesitantly if he also wants a glass of orange juice before pouring a second flute and charging him for each separate drink. The old man pays and the bartender peaces out before she has to endure any more attacks.*

Old man: *proceeds to chug half of each flute before pouring the OJ into the champagne*

While the conversation took a solid five minutes, it took less than 20 seconds for the guy to down his drink and walk out of the winery once the bartender poured his two glasses. Was it really worth the trouble, man?

Anyways, we enjoyed our wine, headed to dinner and called it a night.

DIY mimosa guy

Eww, octopus

Sunday morning it was time to leave Santorini already. We booked a ferry to Mykonos, the second island of our trip. If Santorini is heaven, I don’t know what Mykonos is, but I could stay there forever. The views from our apartment were unbeatable, and we had an infinity pool and bar just outside our door. We decided to stay close to home that evening, but walked over to a nearby Indian spot for dinner. Ryan only recently got me to start enjoying Indian food, and I think it was mom’s first time ever. Regardless, it was delicious-- so delicious we went back the next night to grab takeout!

Leaving Santorini

The new view isn’t so bad

Back at the apartment mom and Karen took a quick dip in the pool, but I was a weenie and just dipped my toes in (Ryan grabbed a G&T and went up to sit on the rooftop patio).

We slept in again then sought out brunch. I had a life-changing acai bowl that I can’t stop thinking about nearly a month later, then we headed down into the main old town. The day was spent exploring the winding pathways of the city, taking way too many photos of the beautiful buildings, and stopping in all the local shops. Mykonos is known for its windmills, which are much different from those I’ve become accustomed to here in the Netherlands. Ryan and I spent a few hours lounging around back at the pool before grabbing that second helping of Indian for the whole crew.

Apparently too excited to bother rubbing in all of my sunscreen...

A quick tea and smoothie stop

Not a bad way to end the day

The island of Delos was our main activity for the following day. We hopped on a ferry to check out the supposed birthplace of Artemis and Apollo. While it was ridiculously hot, these ancient ruins were far more interesting and well-preserved than the ones in Santorini. Back on the main (is)land, we grabbed lunch at a small Italian spot before an afternoon nap. Ryan and I journeyed out for another date night, this time walking (hiking) along the coast to a small family-owned restaurant on the other side of the island. We managed to arrive in one piece, where I had delicious salmon (chicken for Ryan) on the beach.

Our hike back was slightly less treacherous, as at least we knew the way, but we did receive a small surprise in the form of a wild hedgehog in our path! I can’t believe I didn’t take a photo now that I think about it. He was quite calm and friendly, we just had to step around him in his little ball and keep going. We grabbed some gyro from the snack bar on the beach for mom and Karen and headed in for the night.

The next day it was time to hit the beach one last time. Our apartment was right next to one of the main beaches on the island but it was a serious hike to get down there. Mykonos is known as the party island of Greece, so the earlier in the morning you go, the less likely you are to have your ears assaulted with EDM and/or 90s rap. On the flipside, This is when all the 50+ folk decide it’s time to get their tan on, in the nude. Sweet baby Jesus. Actually it really wasn’t an issue, after the initial shock of old bronze fat man bits.

It was even harder to pull mom out of the water this time around, but after some solid fun in the sun we had to head back in order to take Karen to the airport. Unfortunately she had to head home a day earlier than the rest of us. We grabbed lunch at the ‘El Burro’ cafe and said goodbye. The three of us then went back into the old town to do some final shopping - mom wanted some souvenirs to bring home and I had some jewelry I wanted a second look at. The next morning it was our turn to head out, but not before one more go at that life-changing acai bowl.

Clearly I have nothing but praise for Greece, and I think perhaps mom feels the same:

On to Greece! Top of my bucket list knocked off. Greece was everything I have ever imagined it would be. We spent several days on the island of Santorini. My sister Karen met up with us for this leg of my trip. The black beach will always be my favorite memory. Karen’s as well for a much different reason. The sand was a beautiful black. We had a lovely room with our own hot tub and private patio. Across the street was a dive restaurant that had the best Greek food. We ate there several times. The old town of Santorini was great for shopping and the bougainvillea was everywhere and absolutely gorgeous. We visited some ruins which I would not recommend to anyone but still somewhat interesting. We visited the towns of Fira and Oia. Wonderful shopping and great restaurants. Oia has one of the most beautiful sunsets in the world.

We then took a ferry to Mykonos and had another great room with a fabulous view of the sea. Little did I know but Mykonos is known as the party island and they partied at the island’s biggest Disco right down the hill from us all night long. Very loud and you could feel the energy. Once in our room you couldn’t hear the music so all was well. There was a great Indian restaurant near our place, so good we ate there twice. Paradise Beach is amazing. The water so clear, you can see little fishies swimming all around you. Apparently all the beaches in Greece are clothing optional but as long as they didn’t expect to see me without clothing it was no big deal. The roads are narrow and people drive crazy like I have never seen before. Lucky for us, Ryan did all the driving and I just didn’t look! We took a ferry, a very fast ferry, out to Delos to see the ruins of the Gods’ homes. I would recommend seeing the ruins there as well as the museum. As there was no shade and really hot, Karen and I spent most of our time in the museum while Mariah and Ryan trucked around the whole island. I’m sure I missed a lot - but the heat! I could go on and on but I could never explain how beautiful it was and just how much it meant to me to be able to go, and with such great company!

Once we arrived back in Amsterdam, I had about 24 hours to show mom anything else I deemed worthy before sending her back home. Having moved out of our apartment the week prior, mom and I got a hotel for the night while Ryan stayed with our friends Scott and Ashley. We went to the Albert Cuypmarket, which is a popular street market in the De Pijp neighborhood Not having enough time to make it over to Vondelpark, we settled for a stroll through the much smaller but also lovely Sarphatipark. We had a reservation for dinner at one of our favorite burger places, Cannibal Royale, so we took our time in meeting Ryan, Scott and Ashley there by walking by one of the red light streets--I couldn’t let mom leave Amsterdam without that experience!

Ashley was kind enough to have breakfast ready for us the next morning, so we all enjoyed a bit of time on their patio before sending mom off. Ryan and Scott were also heading to the airport, as they had a guys’ trip to Copenhagen planned for the weekend. They took good care of her, getting her to the airport and all checked in.

This trip was absolutely one for the books for a number of reasons. First of all, it was quite the task convincing mom to finally get her passport. Traveling can be scary, so I’m proud of her for finally taking the plunge! Greece has been at the top of my bucket list for as long as I can remember, and it truly did not disappoint. There are a lot of placed I’d love to visit and even revisit, but Greece was indisputably the most beautiful, wonderful, fun place I’ve ever been. Good thing there are about 100 (or so) more Greek Islands I can check out!

Leaving you with a few final photos of Santorini and Mykonos

Opa and tot ziens!

#tauersgodutch #tauers go dutch #Kileygoesgreek

0 notes