#and they’re FAST freight trains

[spraklecat]

I like watching the trains go by and hearing the horns and those probably keep the rent down a bit, but god everytime I hear about a derailment/spill because my complex is maybe a thousand feet from heavily used 60 mph double tracks

[fingertipsmp3]

My grandparents showed up half an hour after I took an edible and I’m just gonna say now, I have never known fear like that

[ln4smiamitrophy]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 —— part 1.

𐙚 summary; the one where logan sargeant’s sister returns to the public eye after a horrible break up, she meets a guy.

ʚɞ pairing; lando norris x sargeant!singer!reader

ᡣ𐭩 fc; madison beer

⭒ type; smau x irl

⟡ a/n; my very first series (aaahhh!!!) , this story is based off of my american singer dr. not sure how i feel about this but it’s been awhile since i’ve actually written properly so let’s pray i improve

enjoy lovelies xx

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The next day…

The sun shone through the thin curtains of your Melbourne hotel room, a steak of light shining directly onto your face. A soft groan falls from your lips as your sleep is disrupted by the ball of fire in the sky that seemed to be insistent on waking you up. The realisation that you’ve slept in hits you like a freight train, scrambling out of bed, almost tripping over your feet as you just manage to reach the bathroom.

You’re frantically scouring your hotel room, looking for your other shoe when the door knocks. Relief washes over you as you find the shoe after endless minutes looking. Hopping over to the door, pulling your shoes on, you open it to your older brother, Logan Sargeant. He finds himself amused at the sight of you hopping back into your room to sit down and put the shoe on properly but he shrugs it off, making his way inside.

“You woke up late again?” He questions you, no longer surprised at your antics as a soft chuckle passes his lips. Before he’s aware of it, a pillow is being thrown at him, falling to the floor by his feet.

“For a formula one driver, you really should have better reflex’s Lo,” You tease as your brother as you place your foot back down on the floor, reaching for your bag as you stand up. “Ladies first.” Logan rolls his eyes at you but goes first anyway, making his way into the hotel hallway.

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As the car pulled up at the track, a sense of fear washed over you. What if people don’t want me back? What if it was better off without me? You’re pulled out of your own head by the feeling of a hand on your shoulder. It’s Logan.

“You’re gonna be fine,” A soft smile graces his lips and that’s all you need for reassurance as the car pulls to a stop. Climbing out, you take a deep breath as your feet hit the floor. There’s no more hiding now.

You manage to match the walking rhythm of your brother, your feet falling into the familiar action of one foot in front of the other. The screams from fans as you enter is almost deafening. You hadn’t heard anyone scream your name in so long and suddenly you’re hearing so many scream it all at once. It’s almost a comfort; they’re happy to see me.

You walk with your brother and take a few pictures with some of the excited faces in the crowd though you leave the bulk of fan duty with Logan and his fellow drivers. It’s their day after all.

Walking through the paddock you realise just how much you missed the days you used to spend at race tracks. You’d spent your whole life around race tracks, watching Logan and cheering him on as he worked his way up. There was no one more proud of him than you were when he got signed by Williams. Though due to your rapidly growing career, you were lucky to make it to a race at all, though you never missed one. Always watching him from wherever you were in the world, whatever the time. The familiar hustle and bustle of the paddock brought a warm smile to your face, that only growing when you spot a certain driver in papaya.

“Oscar Jack Piastri,” Your voice in sync with your steps as you walk up behind him. Oscar spins around rather fast at the sound of his name, a large smile plastering on his face at the sight of you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a warm hug. You hug him back before pulling away, and taking a small step back, a smile on your face.

You’d missed him. Growing up with Logan on race tracks meant growing up with Oscar as well. From the moment the two boys met they were inseparable, you very quickly catching on. The three of you became your own little trio, always causing mischief at every turn. Your little trio never ended, no matter how busy any of you were and no matter how long you went without speaking to each other, you always made your way back to each other.

This moment is the first time you’ve seen Oscar in 6 months. You’d spoken over the phone, briefly, but it had been awhile since you’d seen his face up close. As Oscar spoke, it was almost reassuring to notice most things really hadn’t changed at all.

You, Logan and Oscar. The three musketeers. Finally back together.

The joyful moment between you two is abruptly ended at the sound of Oscar’s name being shouted in your direction, a thick British accent filling your ears. Following the sound, your eyes land on a second papaya-clad man. You make him out to be Oscar’s teammate as he got closer. Lando Norris. He comes to a stop at Oscar’s side.

“We’re needed apparently,” the man says to Oscar, not registering the presence of either you nor your brother yet. You’d heard of Lando Norris before, of course you had. Oscar had spoke of him and you’d seen him whenever you watched the race on tv but you’d never seen him in person before.

“Hello to you too Lando,” Oscar says with a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Lando shakes his head, his eyes falling on Logan though still not noticing me.

“Fraternising with the enemy I see,” Lando’s voice is a very soft one, playful. You can’t help the way the corners of your lips turn upwards as he continues teasing your brother. A small giggle leaves your mouth as the teasing persists and that’s when Lando notices you’re there for the first time.

Lando’s eyes fall on you when he hears a giggle come from beside Logan. His eyebrows that are slightly furrowed with confusion relax as his eyes meet yours. The kindness, the warmth in them is unmistakable, just looking into them feels like a warm hug. His eyes scan over the rest of your face, taking in all your features. You’re beautiful. You’re…familiar but somehow he can’t seem to figure it out.

“Y/n Sargeant,” You introduce yourself to Lando, offering up a handshake. Then it clicks where he’s seen you before, besides the obvious. Of course he’s seen you on social media, on the news, he’s heard you on the radio, you’re kind of hard to miss, after all. No but where he recognises you from, with that specific smile on your face is a picture Oscar showed him last year, the picture held a still of you, Oscar and Logan laughing at something, none of you can remember what exactly, when you were 17. That’s what Lando remembers you from.

“Lando Norris,” He accepts the handshake, his maybe holding onto yours for just a moment too long. As he walked away with Oscar, he wondered when the next he’d see you would be.

All you’d said was your name but it didn’t matter. He was intrigued, he wanted to know more. Know you.

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y/nsargeant

liked by logansargeant, landonorris and others

tagged ; logansargeant, oscarpiastri, f1, williamsracing

y/nsargeant ; name a better way to spend a sunday, i’ll wait…

comments….

user1 she’s back and better than ever ladies and gents

⤷ y/nsargeant you got that right

⤷ user1 OMG HI!! WTH!!

user2 the three musketeers!!!!!!

user3 the bond she shares with logan and oscar is so beautiful

⤷ user4 fr!! i want that with someone

oscarpiastri impossible task

oscarpiastri missed having you around

⤷ y/nsargeant missed you too osc

⤷ logansargeant be grateful you got a break from her

⤷ y/nsargeant do you want me to cut your brakes and slash your tyres?

user5 she’s officially back people!!!

⤷ user6 we need to throw a party to celebrate!!!

⤷ user5 fr!! we rlly do

user7 seeing her at the paddock makes me so happy

⤷ user8 real!! more sargeant sibling content incoming

user9 uhhh lando in the likes!?

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part 2 coming soon !!

[katyawriteswhump]

(You’re just) too good to be true 

For @astrangersummer week 3 prompts, flowers and/or hugs. Thanks to bananas and yesdanger on discord for the extra prompts to get me going. I have tried to get as many in as possible. 

Summary: Steve wakes up in hospital after everything is over and can’t quite believe how well everything has turned out…

Rating: T. WC: 1460   CW: None. Other tags: Steddie, platonic stobin, angst, sickfic, hurt/comfort, temporary amnesia, fix-it fic, everybody lives.

…

Steve flutters his eyes open and spies Robin sitting by his bed. Mascara streams down her face, and her hair’s a literal disaster zone.

“Steve! You’re awake!” She grabs his hand. “You’re gonna be okay. The doctor should be here any minute.”

Doctor!?! Where the heck am I?

His throat proves too dry for words. Robin garbles way too fast for him to understand and she’s wringing his fingers ever tighter.

If she’s touching me, I guess it can't be rabies.

His memory triggered, the shitshow slams back. First, the bats, the bites. Then everything that happened after, until they journeyed again into the Upside Down to try to kill Vecna.

Oh hold on, scratch that. 

To fail to kill Vecna.

Staring blankly through Robin, he fixates on the terrible parts. Eddie lying bloodied and dead in Dustin’s arms. Dustin sobbing his eyes out. Max was pretty much lost too, and Vecna was alive, gone to ground, and…

What happened next? Why am I in a hospital bed? Jesus, I was fine! 

There’s one of those IV thingies in his arm. He shivers though can’t tell if he’s cold or hot. The doctor arrives, jostles him, talks at him, shines lights in his eyes. He’s not in pain, but his brain is all woolly, and he’s confused and weak and lost.

He needs a hug more than ever in his life. Robin peeps at him over the doctor’s shoulder, bouncing like a spooked bunny-rabbit, then she’s gone.

It’s all too much.

He quits, sinking back into the darkness.

…

When Steve next pries an eyelid open, he spies Eddie breezing into the hospital room. Eddie joins Robin, who has moved to the window to pick at her nail polish.

Eddie is gone, which means… Oh, no, no, no, no, no! I’m dead too? Or dreaming?

His throat is achy and tight. He closes his eyes again, hot tears welling. More memories trickle back.

“Make him pay,” Eddie had said.

He recalls that last, lingering look between them. The one that slammed him like a freight train, because... Wtf? For some strange reason, that moment doesn’t feel like the end of a story anymore.

It feels like a beginning. Which is just dumb. 

Eddie is no more.

He peeps again, watching a dude who is very definitely Eddie pouring bottled water into a vase of flowers on the windowsill. Robin seizes the bottle from him: “What are you doing, shit-bird? Those are silk—his mom brought them. They don’t need water.”

“Riiiight.” Eddie pulls a silly face, which Steve finds freakish levels of adorable. Suddenly, he wants to crush Eddie to him, tell him that he’s insanely happy he’s here, even if this is some crazy dreamworld, and…

… he wants to shove his tongue into Eddie’s mouth and kiss him stupid.

Huh?

Steve licks dry lips. Most bewildering of all, he somehow knows how awesome kissing Eddie is. As if they’ve done it before.

More than once.

Eddie sneezes dramatically. “If those flowers are fake, I’m allergic to WASP chintz. Which checks out, I guess.”

Robin laughs, though it’s sad and nervy. He catches a glimpse of Eddie’s bambi eyes, and they’re anxious, haunted, too. Then Lucas and Max walk in.

MAX? She’s in a coma!

Steve’s head throbs miserably from trying to make sense of this mad place. 

He quits and drifts back to the darkness.

…

When he next peeps, Robin and Eleven are sitting by his bed, sharing a packet of cool ranch doritos. 

Which makes less sense than ANY OF IT.

Robin’s gotten real picky lately about sharing food. At least, with anybody but him. He’s vaguely pissed, because these two hardly know each other. The way they’re huddled on the same chair, like close buddies, suggests otherwise.

Yeah, he’s vaguely pissed. And kinda jealous. He sort of hates himself for being needy... but he really wants that hug. 

Then another memory flashes back. Some alien desert landscape, with Eleven blasting Vecna with everything she’s got. Eddie sprinting toward him—tailed by what looks like a medium-to-large demogorgon with at least a dozen extra flailing limbs—and Robin yelling, “Steve! El’s got this—help Eddie!”

He finally forces his eyes wide enough for them to see he’s watching. “R-Robin?” he croaks.

“Steve!” She leaps to her feet, nearly knocking El and the chair flying. “You’re really, actually awake this time? Please say yes.”

There’s noise and confusion. The doctor arrives again, checks Steve’s vitals, then bitches that there’s too many kids in the room: “It should be family only,” she says.

“We’re his family,” argues Robin. “His parents only come during official visiting hours.”

Robin is allowed to remain. She helps him sip water, and then he says, “Look, I think was dreaming earlier, or off my head on meds, because I saw you with Eddie, and I know that’s impossible, because…” He swallows hard, mumbles the hateful words: “He's gone, right?”

“Oh my God, you don’t remember?”

“Jesus, Robin! Remember what?”

“We won, Steve. Everyone lived. We even got Crissy back. Vecna’s the only one who’s history. If you hadn’t got hurt, it would’ve been the perfect revenge.”

This time, he manages to take more of her story in. He gets lost in the part where Robin and Dustin figure out time travel—some crazy shit about the proximity of alternate dimensions causing rumples in the space-time continuum. The rest of her tale unleashes a slew of badass memories that squish all the terrible ones into the dirt. Instead of Eddie being dead, he recalls…

“You and Eddie totally slayed this nasty-ass demo-squid-monster,” says Robin. “It got pretty intense, and when you survived, you had, like, an EPIC hug. Aaaand might’ve kissed. Then, later, you threw yourself at Eddie to save him from flying debris, then you rolled into a crater, and he wound up on top, and…”

Steve suddenly recalls that moment vividly. Eddie straddled his hips, and his own hands landed not entirely accidentally on Eddie’s butt. Once they’d gathered their breaths, Eddie leaned forward, swiped hair from his face, and whispered:

“About what you said to Wheeler. If you still want to win her back, that’s fine, I’ll back off, but… just so you know, six kids is cool with me, Stevie. Not like we need to adopt. When you’re around, they simply rock up.”

“So, yeah,” Robin says, ripping Steve from these mind-blowing revelations, “it took us half a dozen attempts to get things right. In the final boss-fight, it was just you, me, Eleven and Eddie. We were lost in the Upside Down for weeks, before we exploded Vecna into a billion disgusting pieces. Because you're you, you were closest, got caught in the blast. You lost a lot of blood, but all important appendages are still present and correct, including, um… any important appendages you were particularly worried about. Not that I’m saying you were, but… Ugh!” She facepalms. “This so isn’t where I meant to go with that.”

He faintly smirks. “You dug that hole, not me, Buckley.”

“No need to gloat. You’re gonna be fine. Everyone is going to be just fine.”

It’s still too much to take in. One question bugs him the most: “Eddie and me, erm… How far did we..?”

“I didn’t stand there and count the bases, Dingus! He’ll be back in five. Ask him. But, you know, there was talk of picking out rings, getting matching tats and—”

“You’re kidding?”

“A bit. Seriously, by the third week, you two seemed chill. Happy. I really hope you remember it all soon.”

He takes a beat. Warmth pools in his chest, because everything Robin says sure as heck feels true. He gives her hand a little pulse, and their fingers intertwine.

“Robin,” he says. “At the risk of sounding downbeat, it’s all a bit too perfect. I’m kinda worried I’m dead.”

“Oh! You’re really, really not. I’m all sticky and gross 'cos I was here all night, but… would a hug help?”

He nods, levers himself up a little, suppressing a wince at the effort. He wraps the arm unencumbered by the IV around her, and she awkwardly cuddles him. He rests his cheek on her bony shoulder, and breathes deeply, while she rubs juddering circles in his back.

She’s sweaty and clumsy and real.

“You’re not dead, I promise,” she whispers. “If you were, I’d be so mad with you, after all that effort to fix things. Besides, you still got hurt, and we were all out of time travel opportunities. Long story. Anyhow, it's been hell, till the doctors said you’d be okay, and even then… We’ve been so scared.”

Her trembling shakes through him. He tries not to sniffle, but he can't seem to help it. Everyone survived. Eddie’s alive. Eddie and he are…

His heart gives a crazy squeeze that says everything he needs to know.

“As soon as you’re out of here,” whispers Robin, “this summer is gonna be the best ever.”

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

[pansy-picnics]

A vat7k related question.

What do you think is Hugo's gender identity? Cus I want to hear what you think Hugo's gender is and the story behind it.

EHEHEHE personally i think she’s genderfluid and uses he/she/they pronouns…….I think he was kind of an uncracked egg up until the trials though. like, he’s been in survival mode for so long that he’s never had the time or luxury to really think about himself or his identity….i think he’s had a lot of different disguises over his career though, and those personas are either male or female depending on what the situation calls for so he’s not a stranger to dressing femininely either.

but yeah…i think for a long time hugo just identified as male by default cuz like…what else would he be LOL. if he had any doubts at all they weren’t significantly hindering him or anything so he just buried them with all the other of the emotions he doesn’t want to feel. but like the closet is made of GLASS and this becomes especially obvious when she teams up with 3 other teenagers who are also transgender so sometimes she’ll just Say Shit and they all turn around and look at her like “…….🤨”

i have this very vivid scene in my head where varian comes out to the gang as trans and hes clearly really uneasy abt it. and hugo doesn’t know what to say so he just tries to relate by saying the first thing that comes to mind and goes “oh yeah i get it i mean. sometimes i wish i was a girl but like not all the time yk” and nuru and varian both just stop and stare at him

hugo, getting nervous: …Sorry that’s probably not the same thing forget i said anything

nuru: No i think we should talk about this?

anyways yeah….other than her traveling party giving her some weird looks nothing actually really came of these conversations bc hugo would refuse to think about herself even if you put a gun to her head

fast forward to post-trials though, and hugo’s been living in the castle with varian for about six months…it was REALLY messy for both of them while she was adjusting, but at this point shes finally started to let her guard down a little, and all of a sudden she has SO much free time and she has no idea what to do with any of it. she’s stealing collecting things, tinkering with all kinds of useless little gadgets, rapunzel is teaching her tons of little arts and crafts projects. overall shes pretty content despite everything. So anyways then the gender crisis hits them like a fucking freight train

honestly i’m like half joking when i say i think it started bc they just kept forgetting to cut their hair. like one day they looked in the mirror and they’re like “wow my hairs getting so long i kinda look like a girl lol. Wait”

AND AS FUNNY AS IT IS ITS SO. WILDLY UNFAMILIAR TO THEM. like all of a sudden theyre SO insecure for as far as they can tell, NO reason and it drives them CRAZY. i dont even think that hugo dislikes their masculine features after coming out, i think they embrace them if anything but its just like…going from 0 to 100 so fast and suddenly being so hyper aware of themselves in a way that they NEVER were before…having to realize that they’re definitely Not cis. it’s fucking TERRIFYING!!!

not to mention it hits him all at once during a time when he’s still frankly really paranoid about him and varian’s relationship, and he’s kinda walking on eggshells bc deep down he’s convinced that var’s just gonna get tired of him eventually and kick him out. its like he’s just waiting for the final nail in the coffin despite the fact that there is literally no coffin.

All that being said i think it takes him a while to work up the courage to talk to varian about it. and he knows he won’t like. hate him for being trans or anything (I sure hope he wouldn’t, at least, seeing as he is literally also trans) but varian’s already done SO much for him and helped him through literally everything already….he doesn’t want to burden him any more than he already has. he also cant comprehend that someone can just Like him, like, as a person, so he’s convinced himself that varian must see something specific in him right now and he’s afraid that if he changes himself drastically in any way then whatever varian saw in him just. won’t be there anymore. If that makes sense

as for who he actually goes to first- honestly i think it’d have to be lance. at least in my head lance was the first person hugo really started to bond with aside from varian….he didn’t start letting his guard down with rapunzel until quite a while after that. also i think he’s worried that if he tells rapunzel she’d end up accidentally spilling something to varian (which is like. Valid bc she’s a horrible liar) he’d definitely write a letter to nuru, too, but nuru is also in another kingdom, and that message takes a while to get to her, so it’s more something they talk about after the fact

when he finally does get a letter back after dumping this revelation on her it’s just like

“dearest hugo. upon reading your letter i desperately wanted to tell you that i told you so, but i realize that would be in poor taste, seeing as you are clearly struggling right now. Moreover,-“ /j

regardless of who she tells first, they obviously all support her and encourage her to talk to varian as well…And ofc varian hypes her up to no end when she finally does. i wanna say it’s a sweet emotional scene but i feel like varian was also under the assumption that she figured out the gender thing like a year ago /j

hugo: ,,,,so like. i don’t think i’m a guy

varian: . yeah?

hugo:

hugo: TFYM “YEAH”?????!!!!???

varian: D. DID WE NOT ALREADY KNOW THIS?

hugo: ,???? NO???!!???!

jokes aside though as soon as hugo does decide he wants to explore his presentation more varian immediately consults rapunzel who gets WAY too excited about it and it kind of scares hugo a little bit. /j like Do you want to cut your hair? Dye it? Do you want new piercings? TATTOOS????

they eventually just settle on getting her a few new pieces to add to her wardrobe and that works out fine. varian sees his girlfriend in a dress and loses his mind etc etc. All is right in the world

[the-painted-siren]

I finally finished up my height and body headcanons for the cast!

Details beneath the cut!

Jay

- Narrow face. Has a sort of movie star look to him. The most conventionally attractive out of all the ninja. Short and a little boxy-looking. Slightly muscled shoulders (he’s an inventor) but otherwise stronger than he looks.

- Lots of freckles and fulguration scars. His body regularly conducts lightning through it and it shows. The smaller ones fade with time and return when he uses his powers.

Nya

- Square face and strong features, very grumpy resting expression. Moles on her cheek and the corner of her mouth and a couple on her neck. Dragon tattoo on her arm.

- Strong biceps and and thighs (she’s been an inventor, mechanic, samurai, and now a ninja). She can easily bench press a few of her teammates and her punches hit like a semi truck. She has swirling marks as well as fangs from her time merged as the ocean and a scar on her left side from fighting Dogshank (her body remembers the events of Skybound, even if nobody else—except for Jay—does.)

Lloyd

- Classic hero look: soft features, seems very approachable, most of his opponents don’t think he’s capable of great anger because of this. (They’re wrong). Puts effort into his appearance because he has strong feelings about what he thinks a hero should look like. He relaxes a little after the Merge and lets some of his less human traits become visible, such as his fangs and pointed ears. Unrecognizable outside of gi—literally looks like an average guy.

- He has a somewhat stocky, jock-like build. Has several visible scars and stretch marks but the most prominent are the claw marks on his shoulders from fighting his dad. Top surgery scars too (he is trans to me).

Kai

- Physically resembles his father quite a bit, has similar sharp features. Very handsome. Has a lot of very thick, coarse hair, so he uses a lot of hair jel for it. Has a scar over his right eye that he got while fighting a Serpentine.

- Jacked, very strong arms, biceps, and shoulders. Calloused hands from working the blacksmith forge. Same dragon tattoo as Nya on his left arm that he originally got to commemorate her sacrifice in Seabound. Top surgery scars (he is also trans to me)

Cole

- Has a soft, gentle-looking face. Probably the most relaxed out of everyone on the team. A couple moles on his nose.

- Tied with Zane for tallest height. Used to look very slender in s1/2 but has since put on a lot of weight. Large build with lots of functional muscle. Big arms, legs, hands, and feet. Big chest. You get the picture. Lots of body hair all over. Nearly invisible scar on his face from his time as a ghost.

Zane

- Tied with Cole for the tallest. Was originally shorter but was rebuilt taller after s3. Slender build with a strong, flexible core. Dr. Julien designed him to be light and fast to contrast the Juggernaut, which is slow yet tough. Can still tank a freight train. Powerful. Built to protect.

- Very human-looking despite his android body. (Dr. Julien was a damned genius) similar wiring to Pixal on his chest but with snowflakes instead of dots. Heart/core is comprised of chronosteel as given to him by the previous Master of Ice.

Pixal

- The shortest. Petite. Borg built her to look soft and amicable since she worked as an assistant at his company. Visible wiring since she is overflowing with every mechanism thought possible to make her as fully functional as a human being and more.

- Has an alternative Battle Mode body that is bigger than even Zane. She re-made the Samurai X persona to seem big, quiet, and terrifying to fight. She succeeded.

[redd956]

Tornado Safety

This year’s tornado season prediction for the united states is looking quite grim, so I decided to make this lil tornado safety post.

Difference between Warning and Watch

First you need to know the different between a tornado warning and a tornado watch. 

A tornado watch means there is a potential risk for tornadoes.

A tornado warning means that server weather as bean spotted.

The real one you know to get going for is the tornado emergency which means that there is truly something heading your way. However you should respond to all of these appropriately, and if one is issued keep watch for the weather.

What to look out for

The calm before the storm is a real thing. The wind may die down, and the air become still. Everything might fall silent for a moment

The sky is turning dark really fast, or green, or both.

A roar similar to that of a distant freight train. Tornado’s sound like freight trains.

Fast moving and rotating clouds, especially if they’re making a funnel shape

Obviously tornado watches escalating for tornado warnings

What to do

Let’s say the tornado warning is now issued, and eventually a tornado is coming your way. What do you do? Well the situation depends on how immediate the danger is, and what your circumstances are.

First let’s start with the “average”  American advice. Go to the lowest level of your home, and hopefully a basement or storm shelter. 

Now if that isn’t an available option, there’s no need to fear or panic. The lowest level of your home is advised. Try an small enclosed room, with low to minimum windows, such as a bathroom, closet, or center hallway.

If you are in a mobile home GET OUT OF THERE. 

WHY DOES THE UNITED STATES HAVE THESE, WHEN THEY’RE OVERPRICED ANYWAY, DEATH TRAPS, AND ITS THE COUNTRY WITH THE HIGHEST TORNADO RATES.

Let’s say there’s nowhere to go.

Go to a safe available nearby building, especially if it has a basement. However if that is still not an option lie in the nearest ditch (I know it sounds crazy but it works) and shield your head/neck with your hands

If taking shelter in a home, make sure everyone is with you. That can include pets, but if you’re in a super emergency situation it is better to leave them and get to shelter as quick as possible.

If you can get low and shield head, or body with a mattress, blanket, etc.

Natural Disaster Safety

Doesn’t matter where you live, you should probably have an emergency kit, especially one attuned to the climate of your area. This doubles if you’re in a natural disaster prone area.

Many of those in the United States have learned lately what the consequences of not having the proper equipment on hand are.

So what should you have for a tornado?

Battery Powered Radio

Flashlight

Extra Batteries

First Aid Kit

Water & Canned Food

Emergency things tailored to people of household (medical problems, etc)

If you live in a cold region also have cold safety materials too

What NOT to do & Extra

Don’t disregard the watches, and especially the warnings. They are there for a reason, and you should really keep an eye out. You might even want to head to shelter anyway if the wind is crazy strong.

Don’t stand near windows, or be that classic midwesterner who is on their porch getting a good shot of that swirly cloud of death. I know its fun...but its not safe.

If the situation is an absolute emergency don’t take time to grab your valuable. Its devastating to lose them, I've been there, but you can replace most tiny things and not a life.

Make sure any invalid family members have their own viable tornado plan. My grandma lives in a tornado prone area, and the plan has completely changed since she’s been confined to a walker. Make sure your family members like that have a plan.

Being in a car during a tornado is not safe at all. Drive to nearest shelter, or get out and hop in that ditch.

If the tornado looks like its standing still, it’s not. That shit is heading towards you.

Always be sure to remember to cover your head, or help shield your children.

Myth Busting

Overpasses are not safe shelter for when you’re in a car. It’s a myth, take that ditch instead if need be, or drive to a shelter.

Hiding under your car is dangerous. Tornados can drop on your car, either crushing you or sucking you up into the air along with your vehicle

Cars cannot outrun tornados

Don’t open your windows. It’s not going to stop the tornado from blowing your house over, instead it may even help it. It will allow for debris to enter your home easier, and cause the wind to be able to tear your house apart from the inside out.

Aftermath

It’s hit now, maybe your house was safe or not. Keep track of watches still, tornados can return, or could be apart of a tornado outbreak, meaning a second or even third tornado can hit the area. 

Assume all downed lines are active and dangerous, try not to use the gas, electricity, and water til you’re sure its safe.

If you’re not home return home once it’s deemed safe

Keep aware of damaged buildings, glass, debris, etc. 

If you want to and have the chance help your fellow man, lost animal, and etc. Checking on people is a kind and lifesaving thing to do, as well as securing people’s pets.

All of this from a person who lived in a tornado prone area growing up, to you.

[bestworstcase]

ahaha. ahhaahah

she is going to spend the rest of the volume ripping herself apart to not be this

also god lmao “and penny—she—jaune tried to help, but she sacrificed herself to save the power” lol. lmao. weiss says the quiet part out loud but man. “jaune tried to help”—says the girl who lunged straight at cinder fall to protect her friend, who fought so hard to try to give jaune time to save penny and nearly died herself in doing so. “penny sacrificed herself to save the power” says the girl who is alive now because of that sacrifice. it all happened so fast. nobody came back from vacuo to help. jaune tried to help, but—weiss wasn’t good enough, and no one else was there. god. weiss sweetheart her blood is not on your hands.

“you weren’t supposed to be here”/“if you thought we wouldn’t come for you” ruby rose master of spin but also like yang straight up woke up in wonderland and concluded she was dead and the one thing she had left to hold on to was that at least she died saving her baby sister. at least it was her and not the others. and then they’re THERE and all she sees is my sister is dead until ruby makes it sound like they came here on purpose. to find her. if they came to rescue her then they can’t be dead and maybe she isn’t either lmao god. yang has been here five minutes and already gone on a whole emotional roller coaster while RWB got lost on the beach.

also she rly went welp i’m dead and a raccoon stole my arm so i’m gonna uno reverse the jabberwock about it, how do you like THESE eyes of flame you fucker. which is like the most yang thing she could possibly do lmfao. you think she’s traumatized? could a traumatized person do THIS? *chases a monster until she’s so exhausted she can barely stand* girl literally does not know what to do with herself if she’s not taking care of somebody else so she just goes apeshit on the most dangerous-looking thing in the vicinity because that’s WHO SHE IS, isn’t it, that’s what makes her special, every time something knocks her down she picks herself up and punches it back twice as hard, except it’s not working anymore. this time the monster runs away and yang runs herself into the ground clinging to this empty pantomime. “i said i wasn’t done with you yet!”—she sounds so strong—like the one liner, the rock to the back of the head, it’s a pitch perfect heroic entrance and then

babygirl you are serving yourself to the monsters on a silver platter again.

anyway

hysterical that blake just fucking body slams her. local bisexual gets in touch with her inner freight train. love is stored in the broken ribs

blake is also shaping up to be the one who lands on her feet and i am really intrigued by how strongly the ever after responds to her decisiveness; “i think we focus on getting everything back, then we can figure out how to get out of here” and the sunlight breaks through the clouds as the rain that answers ruby’s misery stops. it’s interesting because it positions blake pretty blatantly as a direct inversion of ruby, emotionally, in this moment, and the contrast being underlined here is specifically ruby’s overwhelming, paralytic despair vs blake’s clear-eyed focus on the what’s immediately in front of them. RWY are getting sucked into this vortex of anxiety about what happened after they fell but blake really hits the ground running. right out of the gate, she found weiss and immediately settled on a clear, achievable objective (find gambol shroud by piecing together its probable location based on when it fell in relation to herself and weiss and where they landed), already thinking ahead to what their next step should be after that (find yang and ruby) and trying to piece together what exactly this place is. she’s able to take a deep breath and shelve her feelings about the things she doesn’t know and can’t control in order to break her and her team’s current situation down into small, manageable steps even though she’s just as scared, confused, and upset as they are—

which 1. god she’s grown SO MUCH since the fall of beacon, and 2. what we’re looking at here is, i think, the first open salvo against the huntsman ethos. blake recognizes intuitively that their first priority right now is themselves. they’re not huntresses down here. they’re not the noble defenders of mankind; whatever the situation in vacuo is, it is wholly and completely out of their control and there’s nothing they can do to change that. so she’s putting it down. and as she lets that burden fall off her shoulders the sunlight pours through the clouds to show her the way forward.

[ynbabe]

Lockwood & Co. X Fem!Reader:- Incorrect quotes pt.3

*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword* George: Rude. Y/n: That's fair. Anthony: Not again. Lucy: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it? 

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Lucy: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Y/n? Anthony: Have you ever played a game with Y/n? Lucy: No… Anthony: Have you ever been trapped in a tomb with a Type 3? *Meanwhile, on the other side of the field* Y/n, chasing George: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

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Anthony: So Y/n was just using me? Lucy, new to the Anthony-Y/n bullshit: I’m sorry, Anthony. George, trying to contain his sarcasm: You must feel pretty stupid right now. Anthony: Lucy, slightly concerned, reaching for the tea: Ok, that’s a time-out. George: No, you don't know the story, it's funny- Lucy: Go sit over there! George: *walks away in defeat*

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Y/n: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel. Lucy: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel. Anthony: A realist sees a freight train. George: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

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Y/n: I want to kiss you. Anthony, not paying attention: What? Y/n: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

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Anthony: Where the devil is Y/n? Lucy: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe she melted? George: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

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Lucy, finally getting along with Y/n: You guys worried about Y/n? George, concerned for both his friends but loving the fun: Totally. Anthony, after a fight with Y/n: Yeah, she called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" Lucy: And what'd you say? Anthony: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno." George: Lucy: She's lucky to have you as a boyfriend.

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Anthony: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong? Y/n: Strong. Lucy: Weak. George: An idiot, is what you are.

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Anthony: Are you ready to commit? Y/n, on the run in 26 countries: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Y/n: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out! Anthony, ready to do both: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way? Y/n, wants both: I don't know, surprise me!

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Y/n: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Anthony: Wow. They sound stupid. Y/n: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Anthony: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Y/n: I guess you’re right. Hey Anthony, I love you. Anthony: See! Just say that! Y/n: Holy fucking shit. Anthony: If that flies over their head then, sorry Y/n, but they're too dumb for you. Y/n: Anthony.

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Y/n, throwing her head into Anthony's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Anthony, lovingly stroking her hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

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Y/n on their second time meeting: *angrily presses Anthony against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Anthony: ... Anthony, messed up a little: Are we about to kiss-

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George: Why don’t you go talk to her? That's why I introduced the two of you. Anthony, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure. George: What? So you tell her she's cute, what’s the worst that could happen? Anthony: She could hear me.

[dustedmagazine]

The Anomalys — Down the Hole (Slovenly)

Once a band comes out of hibernation, there’s no telling what they’ll do. The Anomalys, a rough-cut garage band out of Amsterdam, re-emerged in 2022 after a 12-year hiatus, older perhaps but not noticeably wiser, cranking ferocious, block-simple punk rock out of the standard rock line-up.

The band draws members of King Khan’s European circle of acquaintances—Remi Pablo on furious, rapturous drums and French punk guitarist Looch Vibrato of MAGNETIX and Louder Than Death. The band leader, known as BONE, plays another guitar. There is no bass, though someone’s making heavy use of the fat strings on his guitar.

This is the sort of music best honed live, and the Anomalys have spent the last two years playing a shit-ton of shows. “Anxiety,” an early single, rolls maniacally forward like a freight train with blown brakes coming down a hill. The energy is high, but it’s funneled through a narrow channel, a repeated surf riff that juts upwards like a question, then answers itself plummeting down. The drums meanwhile go off like firecrackers on a string, stuttering a beat in between regular crackling explosions. There are no vocals on this cut, it doesn’t need them. Two and a half minute of frenzy crashes into a wall.

“Despair” is the other single, and if you’re sensing a downer theme, take heart. It gallops and hurtles and pulls up sharp in raging, head-bashing spasms, running as fast and hard as a rock song can go. The band may have been paralyzed with dread and jitters when they conceived these tracks, but you’ll receive them as a double jolt of adrenaline.

The Anomalys begs comparisons with brute force punkers like Gino and the Goons and, though they’re less goofy, Personal and the Pizzas, but though they’re not in the subtlety game, they’re not sloppy either. “Coke Head” hitches a screaming guitar riff to pounding, annihilating drums, and it’s as tight as it is on fire. You can hear it in the sudden stops, blinding bits of white space in a blitzed out barrage of noise. They’re as clean as a white-out blot, everybody pulling up at once.

I reviewed Glitch a couple of years ago, noting that, “The sound is loud and primitive, sped up like a locomotive with its back cars on fire,” and that, at least, hasn’t changed. Down the Hole is better though, tightly held together even as it careens most wildly. Glitch woke up the beast, but Down the Hole sets it free to rampage.

Jennifer Kelly

[evanbi-ckley]

Happy Fuck it Friday to all who celebrate 🎉 I was tagged by @buddiearemydads @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @rogerzsteven and @the-likesofus! Today was a busy travel day for me, but I do have a snippet to share. Yes, I am putting that man into a situation

Buck wakes slowly, consciousness coming back to him in small bursts. He’s flat on his stomach and having trouble catching his breath. Also, he's - wet?

Oh, right. He was in a burning house. Great.

He can hear a voice, but it’s far off. He can’t make out the words, like they’re reaching him underwater. He cracks open one eye for a moment but closes it just as fast when the world tilts on its axis. The nausea hits him like a freight train.

“Ugh,” he moans. He swallows back the bile attempting to rise up his throat and tries to take a deep breath, but he can’t inhale fully. There must be something heavy on his back.

Something shifts near his head, and a sliver of light breaks through his closed eyes. He tries to close them even tighter to stave off the nausea he knows will accompany it.

“Buck?!” he hears. It’s still faint, but at least he could make out the actual word this time.

“Buck, can you hear me?” It’s Chim. That time Buck could hear his voice clearly. Whatever is crushing his back is lifted off, but he still can’t get a full breath when he tries.

There are warm fingers on his neck, checking his pulse point. He wants to say something to let Chim know he’s awake and responsive, but he can’t do much more than groan.

“Hey, Buckaroo! Good to hear you’re still with us. Do you think you could go a few months without nearly giving us a heart attack?” Hen asks.

He grits his teeth, trying not to laugh.

“No,” he grumbles, “I need to - keep you - on your toes.” He gets the words out, but each breath feels like razors in his chest.

Chim’s voice takes on a more serious tone when he asks, “What’s the damage this time, Buck?”

He can imagine the furrow in Chim’s brow and the look he probably exchanges with Hen.

“Dunno,” he says. “Hurts - to breathe. Chest feels - like razors.”

A c-collar is slipped around his neck.

“All right, we’re gonna flip you on three, Buck. Ready?” Hen asks.

He’s not. Not by a long shot.

“Yeah,” he says, breathless.

He hears Chim count, and then he’s being rolled onto his back. It doesn’t matter how many times he goes through this. It never gets easier. He wants to scream. Or throw up. Maybe both.

Definitely both.

I know I'm late, so consider this a tag for inspiration saturday if you'd like to share anything 💚 @monsterrae1 @loveyourownsmiilee @singlethread @i-had-bucky @elvensorceress

[blot-squisher]

SFW Alphabet for Ghost Face? 👀👀👀

Oh lord...

SFW Alphabet Ask Meme for Surviving the Game Ghostface

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He will break into your home. Repeatedly. And when you finally start to reciprocate his affection, he's going to be all over you. PDA is his middle middle name.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) You're his friend now. You don't get a choice, silly goose! Of course, that comes with benefits of all kinds *hint hint wink wink*

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Full body octopus tackle. You're not going anywhere until he finds something else to do or someone pries him off of you. Good luck.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Oh no, settling down is too limiting. He'll always return to you, but there is no staying in one place. He's a decent enough cook but 98% of the time he'll pay for take out. He's been a bachelor for far too long. He's pretty clean for the most part. Gotta keep up appearances after all.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Incredibly. Horrifically. Dramatically.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Commitment is very important! Once you commit to a murder- Oops, hehe. Wrong commitment. Marriage isn't really for him, but for the right partner he'd be willing to do less official, you've got a drawer in my dresser, I have one in yours, kind of thing. Also, he's going to wear your clothes. Psh, he looks great in that mini-skirt and you both know it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Oh god, he's like a freight train. He can be gentle when he wants to be, but it's rare. Not because he's trying to be mean, but because he has very limited control over his reactivity to things.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) If he likes you, he will find every opportunity and reason to touch you. Hugging you from behind, the side, the front, or just laying flat on top of you to keep you from going anywhere. It's all good to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Until he met Marcus, Danny didn't think he was capable of loving anyone but himself. The first time he said it, he surprised himself. But if he does say it, he means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) If you make him jealous, he's going to make absolutely sure you know. Then he's going to *NSFW* until you *NSFW*.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?) Greedy, lots of tongue, and lots of biting. He likes to be kissed around the neck and jaw, but anywhere is fine.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He finds them annoying and gross quite frankly. Unfortunately, they seem to gravitate towards him whenever they're around like he rolled in cat nip and then went to the animal shelter.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Do you like morning sex with your coffee?

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Do you like goodnight sex?

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Danny will give odd vague bits and pieces about himself here and there, often dodging pointed questions unless he has a good reason to share. He prefers to know everything about you, while remaining as much a mystery as he can.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Moderately. It just depends on the subject in question. Danny is, however, very good at hiding his anger in most situations. Look for the small tells. His eyes and smile are usually the best give away.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) This man will remember every goddamn thing you tell him, and the things you don't. How'd he know the exact time and hospital you were born in? When did he get your bank information? How the hell does he know the name of your best friend in first grade?!

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?) The moment he first revealed himself to you (not like that you dirty bird). Whether it was popping out of the closet or calling you to ask about your favorite scary movie, he'll always cherish your first meeting.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?) He's the only thing that needs to go bump in the night in your life now. Ex bothering you? Not for long. Boss giving you shit? He'll... have a talk with them. Someone flipped you off? Here's their middle finger and a doughnut. Like all Slashers he doesn't need you to protect him, but goddamn will he be smug that you've fallen that hard for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) It varies greatly. Sometimes, he'll bring you the most heartfelt and thoughtful gifts. Cook an elaborate dinner on a random Tuesday just because! And other times he'll swoop in at the last minute and offer you have a twinky and a dumb grin because he might have lost track of time... by a few days...

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) What is sleep? What is a healthy schedule? What is personal space?

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He's sexy and he knows it and you know it and that random guy over there knows it and--

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?) Now that he's found him, he'd be destroyed if anything happened to him...

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Danny abhors law enforcement. Working so closely with them as 'Jed Olsen' has shown him the ugly inside of the men and women who are sworn to 'protect and serve'. At least he proudly takes credit for his crimes...

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Danny doesn't want a 'fan'. He doesn't want someone who's going to fawn over him as 'Ghostface'. Does he like being recognized? Yes. But he doesn't want a partner who is only with him because they have a serial killer fetish. He wants someone who wants him for him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) WHO HAS TIME FOR SLEEP?! If left to his own devices he'll stay awake for days on end before crashing hard. Now, on the flip side. If he has someone to help regulate him and get him to bed and get up on any kind of schedule, he'll do a lot better.

[museumgiftshoperaser]

Robin was her first kiss. If you want to get technical about it.

But they were thirteen and they were under the covers of Robin’s bed and they ate so much sugar they were shaky with it. That’s the thing about sleepovers, right? They’re like secrets. They’re little bubbles of time and space that exists completely outside of the rest of world.

So it didn’t really count.

Chrissy had been panicking about high school again, wrapped in Robin’s quilt with a pillow pressed hard against her stomach. And sure, it was still months and months away, but it was coming at them like a freight train. Too fast, with an unstoppable momentum as Chrissy was tied to the tracks.

Robin had long since made a little game out of it.

What if nobody likes me?

Then I will personally start your fan club.

Her solutions were rarely practical and Chrissy’s fears hardly ever made sense. Catastrophe after catastrophe drawn to their most dramatic conclusion. She knew she was being silly. But the game did help. It was good to know that in every single nightmare, no matter how strange, no matter how extraordinarily disastrous, Robin would be there. What if I trip and fall right in the middle of the cafeteria? Then I will trip right along with you. Right at the start of summer, with just three more months until high school, Chrissy was starting to run out of anxieties. But she wasn’t quite done with their game yet. It was too comforting. Playing along had become its own kind of security blanket. Robin tossed a magazine onto the floor of her bedroom and moved a little closer, pressed up against the headboard right alongside Chrissy. Their shoulders bumped, side by side like twin captains of a tiny ship. The magazine landed right side up next to Chrissy’s half of the bed. A pretty girl blew at kiss back at her from the glossy paper cover. Ten Summer Trends You Can’t Miss! Bold pink letters screamed at her. How to Get Perfect Curls at Home! But also… How to Nail Your First Kiss! It gave Chrissy pause. She pursed her lips together as her brain tested out the question. A whole new frontier, an unexplored ocean stretching out in front of them. What if I’m the only person who hasn’t kissed anyone yet? Robin turned to her and frowned, just a couple inches between their noses, with bumping knees and eyes so close Chrissy could see the green flecks in her eyes. What are you talking about? She said, completely ignoring the rules of the game. I haven’t kissed anyone either. Chrissy hadn’t actually been worried before. Her question was just a line in a game they had been playing for weeks, but confronted with Robin’s wide eyes something gnawed at the well in her stomach. That’s not how the game works, Chrissy said. You’re supposed to say… Her voice trailed off in the lamplight of the bedroom. She wasn’t sure what Robin was supposed to say, actually. The antidote wasn’t clear, but then again, to Chrissy is rarely was. What? Robin grinned. I’m not sure I’ve got an answer to this one. You could. So Robin leaned in, meeting in the middle, leaving Chrissy to close the gap. It wasn’t really what she meant, but as Robin looked at her, gentle and reassuring, she completely forgot what she had meant in the first place. So Chrissy kissed her. Just like that. Her lips sweet like buttery popcorn as she locked into place and let her eyes flutter shut. She didn’t really know what she was doing, neither of them did, but certain parts of them just fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Kissing was warmer than she expected. Softer.

Robin smiled against her mouth. Now Chrissy hadn’t actually read the article in the magazine, but she was pretty sure smiling wasn’t mentioned. Kissing was a serious affair, not setup and punchline, joke and a giggle.

But it was nice. Tender and sweet like the only true antidote to all of Chrissy’s fears. (What if no one likes me? Then you’ll still always have me.) They didn’t talk about it then. So it didn’t really count. Chrissy went on to kiss a boy from her math class at the acceptable culmination of their third date. His lips were dry and his hands hovered awkwardly, several inches away from her shoulders. It became the topic of several sleepovers, long past the expiration date of her childlike attempt at a freshman relationship. Robin kissed a boy from band during a game of spin the bottle at their first coed slumber party and made such a disgusted face afterwards that the boy locked himself in the bathroom. They laughed about that for years after the fact, mimicking the way Robin’s lips curled up like the aftertaste of a particularly sour lemon. Their kiss, the one between the two of them, wasn’t mentioned ever again. Not after Robin came out, not when people asked for first kiss anecdotes during games of truth or dare. Not even after that first night in Robin’s bed, months into college, with tangled limbs and pounding hearts. With hands under bed sheets and fingers curled around the hem of her nightgown. With a soft kiss pressed against the back of shoulder. Even then they didn’t talk about it. So it didn’t really count.

I think this works nicely as a little standalone, but it's also a little snippet from the upcomming chapter of Dandelions and Other Weeds (AO3), my childhood best friends to college roommates lesbian disaster fic <3

[houseboatisland]

Alright, I’m bored, here’s a list of engine classes I’m sure can be counted among the NWR’s Unseen 80-ish engines. Okay maybe they’re OCs I’m working on, too, what of it?

^ The LNWR 17in “Coal Engines” ^

Good for mixed-traffic on the branches or the Main Line. They’d fit Donald and Douglas’ niche perfectly, but since the last ones were withdrawn from BR in 1953, they’d actually show up before them. Not that that matters; the NWR Numbering System is a shambles and the idea that Sodor had no 0-6-0 tender engines before the Scots is ludicrous. I call Jobey to the stand as my witness!

^ The LMS “Jinty” Class ^

Good for shunting, branches, and main line trip workings. Honestly, the NWR must have four of these scurrying around. First withdrawals from BR were in 1959, by which time Sodor must’ve been on a steam-buying spree and not exactly picky. “Who cares a hang if we have three already? It can go with the one in the sitting room.”

^ The Midland Railway Johnson 0-6-0 ^

Basically Jinties with tenders. So, all the usual roles of the Jinties but able to go further. Many versions existed to make a grand total of 935 altogether, taken out of service within the huge window of 1925-64. I chose the 2F subclass as the pictured example because they’re just. So. Cute.

^ The LBSCR I3 Class ^

Unlike several other Southern Atlantic tanks, these were reliable runners who steamed quite freely. They were built with suburban passenger trains in mind, and even ran successful express trains between Brighton and Rugby! On Sodor I’m sure they’d be made to pull and shunt trucks, pretty much a prerequisite for being a tank engine there. Don’t ask me why, but I just really really like the thought of one working on Edward’s branch.

^ The LBSCR H2 Class ^

These gallopy beauts were made for pulling boat train expresses. So built for them, were they, that several were actually stored during WWII because the cross-Channel traffic vanished. They’d be good for fast, lightish passenger trains on Sodor, and little else. Withdrawn 1956-58, they’d probably be the hardest buy on this list to justify, unless of course they could be induced to take up other work. But I imagine these privileged divas might have preferred scrap to branchlines, mail or, *uptight Victorian shudder* fishhhh trains. *collapses theatrically on a sofa, fanning myself*

^ The WD Austerity 2-10-0, and 2-8-0 Classes ^

These would’ve been a cheap postwar surplus backbone to heavy freight on the Main Line only, just like the GCR 8Ks in the First World War, who’d be on this list for the same reasons. Rest assured, the NWR would maintain them well rather than use them up to throw away later unlike the Mainland.

^ The GWR 4700 Class ^

I personally never understood why Duck was the only GW engine on the NWR for the longest time. The Hatts were admirers of Swindon, wouldn’t they get first refusal? My headcanon is that Rex was just brand new and not informed enough to know that Duck wasn’t “the only Great Western engine in these parts.”

Okay, lore aside, these handsome dragons-on-wheels were adept at fast and heavy freight both, and were also to be found on passenger trains when needed. If you ask me, they’re mixed traffic. Withdrawn 1962-64, surely a big “get” for the time.

[grantgfan]

Hey, Max. Ya remember when I told you about New York Central’s 4-8-6 steam locomotives in my alternate history of the railroads? Well, I updated that section to where New York Central ordered 70 4-8-6 locomotives. Now they’re still made by ALCO and Lima working together with ALCO making the locomotive bodies and Lima providing the highly advanced steam locomotive technology. The 4-8-6 locomotives are still called “Brooklyns”, and 10 were streamlined with the same streamlined shrouding as the Dreyfus Hudsons and 10 others were streamlined with the same streamlined shrouding as the Empire State Express streamlined Hudsons… and that leaves 50 4-8-6 Brooklyns unstreamlined… and these default Brooklyns joined the 50 4-8-2 L4 Mohawks and the 25 S1b and 25 S1c Niagaras in pulling the Pacemaker (passenger trains and freight trains), the Fast Mail and Milk Trains.

Max: wow

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

I’m thinking about older, settled Rivka/König. 🤸‍♀️🤸🤸‍♂️

Pushing into their 50s, their sons - Ze’ev and Naftali - are in their late teens, getting ready to take off on their own to uni or just to see the world. Ze’ev strikes out on his own, jaws unhinged to eat the world; undeniably he is Riv’s, through and through. Naf will stay home longer, and that calms König’s heart. Naf is the boy he would’ve grown up into if the world had been a softer place. A kinder one. But they’re both incredibly, ferociously loved.

König is still a freight train, moving at frightful speeds with concentrated power. He’s somewhat mellowed, but he’s still as intense a person as most people have ever met - until they meet Riv. Mrs. Königsbacher’s body has lost some of its structural integrity - EDS, two pregnancies (one fair to middling, one excruciatingly difficult), and the resulting osteoporosis from all three has diminished her physical standing a bit, leaving her requiring canes for mobility (and her husband’s arm and hand, as often as she can take it) - but she’s only become more keen and sharp with age. To doubt her lethality is a surrender of your own mortality, as far as she sees it.

But she’s in love, still. They both are. And more than that, they are each other’s peace. Failing the digging an early grave - König being the most likely occupant, a thought that keeps Rivka up at night - they carve out a fulfilling life in bloody chunks. They are nothing if not butchers, unafraid of the blade.

They travel more, learn endlessly, indulge in more and more polished hobbies. There are a legion of beloved rats, bonded pairs, and good god the photos. Both of them, after lifetimes without their recorded faces, captured in thousands of moments. Their wedding, the births of their children. Stupid birthday parties, and underground house shows, and gun range days, and naps on couches, and windy beach days, and mountain summits, and Chinese foods then the movies on Christmas. Horses and water and rally cars and sun and neon.

König still searches her out, always, to kiss her neck and shoulders and wrists. Riv will find his throat and chest and jaw for the same. They fall into bed, perhaps not as fast as they once did, but just as flaming. Real worship in the bedroom shit.

There are still bad days, those are inescapable. König still scoops Riv up in bed and pulls her arms around him like a sweater, until he’s as covered as he can be, falling asleep with his nose and lips against the veins on the soft underside of her wrist. And when hers come, she crawls right into his lap, holding and balling up in ways that people aren’t supposed to be able to. He’ll pull his legs up around her, plunking his chin on her head, and hold her tight and close until the worst of it stops feeling so miserable-bad.

They put rings on each other, and they do not come off unless the other person removes them. That’s the rule. Every time König comes home, Rivka puts the wedding band back on him, and she laughs, cutting her eyes up at him. “Married all over again. Vittuperkele, Legs, you’d think the shine would’ve the fuck worn off by now.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, wearing an arm around her neck to pull her in to kiss her temple and lips. “You’d think, but, eh, aren’t we the luckiest bastards in the world,” he laughs, all gravel, even when his eyes are weak and soft.