#caesar rodney

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Dude in the hospital

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new favourite thing to do while bored: scroll through silly edits of founding fathers wiki pages,,,,,, here's john dickinson

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I finally decided to finish this :)

It's the first time I draw them, so they look kinda weird lmao

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Unpopular opinion- McKean and Rodney are adorable together. Couple or great friends, whatever you like. It's cute. Thank you for your time :)

FR I always thought this I just never thought about posting about it

The way McKean treats Rodney 😭🥺❤️

[hitchell-mope]

Very good movie.

[wd18]

P.S. 164 Caesar Rodney School, 4211 14th Ave, Brooklyn.

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Deep In The Woods, Something Lingers In The Trees

Chapter Thirteen - Where'd You Find A Key

Chapter Twelve - Time To Wake Up

Chapter Thirteen - Family Isn't Only Blood

I hummed as I headed to the break room, unhooking my coat and preparing to shrug it on when Rodney came bursting into the room and began rifling through draws.

He’d been jumpy today, refusing to make eye contact with me or Dodge.

That wasn’t usual, but it was worse today.

And Dodge kept glaring at me. Guess yesterday was still fresh in everyone’s minds.

Only, he kept skirting Caesar’s cage each time he passed it, slipping his taser from his belt and charging it as he took the risk of walker closer to Rocket’s cage.

And Caesar was continuing to ignore me. But now Rocket was also watching me strange. His ‘I hate you and want to sink my fangs into you’ was now a ‘you are a weird human’ look. Not to mention Buck was in a better mood, not even flinching when I approached this afternoon with a small watermelon.

This place would never stop being one big mystery.

“Everything ok?” I asked, pausing with my coat halfway up my arms.

The vet jumped at my words, turning and fidgeting. “I thought I had more food.” he mumbled so softly I barely heard him.

I frowned slightly.

I knew he slept here, turning the sofa in his clinic into a pull-out bed, Dodge and John leaving at the end of each day. I’d never thought about food.

“Can’t you just go get some more?” I asked. “Or order take out?”

He shook his head, turning and rummaging through a drawer again, pulling out an oat bar. I knew the brand, and they had changed their wrapping almost two years ago. That one still had the old wrapping on. “I can’t leave the apes unsupervised. And I don’t have the cash for take-out. My mom was sick this month and needed to go to the doctor.”

My heart broke for this man.

Mistreated by Dodge, broken down by the world, unappreciated and overworked. If he wasn’t so skittish, I would have given him a hug.

“I can stay with them if you wanna go out and restock?” I proposed, taking off my coat and tossing it towards the counters.

He looked up to me, finally meeting my eyes. He was hopeful, but apprehensive. But then he changed his mind with a shake of his head. “It’s ok. I’ll be-”

“Either you go, or I go and buy a bunch of stuff and come back. Then you’ll have to unlock the front gate and door again, and it’ll be a whole lotta work on your end. Just go. They’re all locked away and most are asleep already.”

He frowned, thinking it over. Eventually, he agreed with a quick nod. “I won’t be long. Maybe 45 minutes?”

I smiled, following him and he went back to his clinic to grab his car keys and coat. “Don’t rush. I have nowhere else to be.”

Locking the lobby door behind him, and pressing the front gate closed after his car, I went back to the break room and sat down.

That lasted less than a minute before I was bored and standing up again.

This would be the perfect time to walk around and see if there was another way out. A way to open the cages without the keys, a back entrance I hadn’t found yet. Anything that could give a clue on how to start getting them out.

With it being so quiet, I’d hear the gate bell ring when Rodney returned, so I wouldn’t have to stay waiting by the door.

Slipping into the main floor as quietly as I could, I began to tiptoe down the ramp and across the floor.

I eyed everything as best I could in this low light, only the flashing black and white from the TVs above and the full moon through the dusty sky lights my guides.

I tried, I really did, but I didn’t have his brain. I didn’t play chess for fun, I didn’t do problem solving board games for entertainment, I did puzzles when there was really nothing else to do. That was it.

He could look at this and have a solution in five minutes, I’d be here all night still trying to figure out what each lever did.

I needed his help. If he wasn’t being such a stubborn ass-

I turned, intending on heading back to Caesar’s cage and try once again to get him to look at me, when I was met with a tall, dark figure at the end of the passage.

I gasped, taking a step back.

Fuck! Fucking, fucking, fuck!

An ape had gotten out, and here I was alone with nothing but maybe a shoe to throw at them.

Of course, this was how I was going to die. My worst fear come to life just to end it.

The ape took a step forward, on his hind legs so he stood taller than me and bigger than me.

He took another step, and I took a step back, swallowing.

My mouth was dry, my heart pounded so hard I could feel it banging against my ribs as it pounded in my ears as my limbs locked up, releasing only briefly to tremble before tensing again.

The ape took a third step forward, washing himself in the glow of the TV high above, and my entire body heaved a sigh of relief.

“Caesar! God, you are such a jerk!”

I raised a hand to my still fluttering chest, taking a couple breaths in and readjusting my stance so I didn’t fall over on now shaky legs.

Was this much adrenaline in such a short amount of weeks good for a person? Because if not I was gonna be dying pretty soon. Not after I hugged my best friend though.

Wait, hugged?

I looked up, back across the space to him.

Holy shit! Caesar was out!

I could run over and hug him, and hit him for scaring me, then hug him again and…

A scream filled my ears, Caesar’s teeth bared as he slammed his fists down over and over again, grabbing ahold of his hand and biting his finger clean off.

This was the first time I was with him since then that a cage didn’t separate us.

My body tightened again, that fear once again taking hold.

But I looked at him, and he was just as unsure.

He looked about as scared as I did, head down and eyes raised uncertainly as he watched me, waiting to see what I would do.

Neither of us knew what to do, what to say, how to react.

I was scared, of him, of what he could do, what he did do. But I also understood. Hell, I’d run over there and shoved the guy first and only after he rounded and prepared to do whatever to me and Charles did Caesar come in to defend his family.

Did he go over the top, yes. But he was still a wild animal. ALZ 112 or not, he was a chimpanzee. No amount of training and rearing would change that. He did what instinct told him to.

But he was also more. He was Caesar, my friend, my brother.

He would never, ever, hurt me.

In hindsight, I should have warned him, but in that moment I had my Caes back and nothing would keep me from him.

I charged, slamming into him and wrapping my arms around his neck. With his lack of balance in this stance, we toppled over, landing heavy on the cold cement floor.

But it didn’t matter. His arms were around me already too, face buried in my neck as he began to chitter softly.

Tears burned my eyes, but I didn’t pull away to wipe them. Laying on his chest, my arms around him, I soaked in the feel of home.

His fur, coarse and warm, the leathery skin of his hands, the hard muscles hidden beneath the fur.

He was here. My Caesar was right here, and I could hold him again and feel at ease.

“I’ve missed you so much.” I whispered, holding onto him with all I had.

He squeezed back, his hold on me tightening for just a moment, before he released and began to sit up, me still in his hold.

So here we were, an ape and a girl sitting on the dirty floor of a shithole sanctuary. What an odd sight we’d make.

“How the hell did you even get out?” I questioned, pulling away from him.

He raised his arms and signed, “Later.” Before standing and beginning to pull me up.

I followed him, my hand in his own and he moved to switch on the main lights before pulling me to the storeroom.

“Get the stuff to clean.” he signed, before walking out the room.

Cleaning supplies? How would cleaning supplies help us? How would cleaning supplies get him out?

But, he was a genius and had somehow managed to free himself from locked cage while I still couldn’t figure it out with the key so I listened, grabbing a bucket, mop and broom, and a pair of gloves.

He stood waiting for me at the door to the free space, and walked into the room with confidence, so I trusted him and followed.

I then proceeded to drop the supplies and almost pee my pants when I made it halfway into the room and found Buck standing in the center of the room.

The noise of dropping the stuff aggravated the massive gorilla, causing him to grunt and back up.

Oh god, I really was going to die.

Caesar stepped between us, hands raised and palms down in a placating manner, looking between the two of us calmly.

Instantly, I remembered the rules of dealing with apes and I dropped my eyes and turned my shoulders inwards as I ducked sideways. A clear sign of submission, a plea for him to understand I wasn’t a threat.

“Caesar! The hell?” I whisper-yelled, waiting for death.

The chimp grunted, turning his back to the gorilla to look at me fully. “It’s ok.”

If I wasn’t so scared of pissing off the male gorilla, I would have shot a glare at the chimp.

“Ok? This is…”

Hang on a second.

Buck wasn’t attacking. He wasn’t even moving. And he also wasn’t in his cage. The cage that was beyond dirty and I conveniently had cleaning supplies scattered at my feet.

I looked up to throw Caesar my best pissed off scowl. “You really are mean. You could have just explained it.”

He shrugged and then smirked at me.

I debated hitting him upside the head with the broom, but we didn’t have much time.

I let my eyes slip from his for just a moment, catching Buck’s brown eyes briefly before I dropped the gaze. “Hi Buck.” I whispered. “Let’s get you a nice clean cage, hmm?”

He was watching me wearily, keeping a good amount of space between us.

As much as I was terrified of him, he probably had just as much uncertainty about me.

All he knew from humans was anger and fear and that cage and bad food and mistreatment.

It was a long shot and would take a hell of a lot longer than one night, but I hoped that I could show him not everyone wanted him hurting. Or at least I didn’t.

Moving slowly, no sudden moves, I headed over to the birdcage like enclosure and tried not to breathe.

It took a lot of scrubbing, but I was one determined motherfucker, and in about 40 minutes it went from shit stained to spotless.

Adding some extra straw, because I could, I left the cage and stepped into the free space again.

Buck was busy with what I could only describe as zoomies, running around and scaling the fake trees before jumping down and pushing the tire swing around before darting off again.

Stretching out and getting his energy out before he was forced back into that tiny cage, no doubt.

It was both adorable and heart breaking, watching him enjoy what was probably his first taste of freedom in so long he’d forgotten.

Caesar sat nearby, watching his new friend. He’d made sure to keep himself between us the whole time, though I was beginning to see that was just to help keep me calm.

For all his rage and hate he put behind that cage, Buck didn’t seem at all interested in hurting me or even getting close.

But time was up and Rodney would be back soon.

Caesar knew this, leaping from his perch on the rocks and landing beside me, calling out to Buck.

With one final wistful look around, Buck followed Caesar’s prompts and began to head towards us, towards his prison.

I moved aside, keeping my head down and body open.

Only, he didn’t pass us. He stopped in front of me.

And I thought standing beside Caesar was intimidating…

With Caesar, when he stood on his hind legs, you could sense there was power behind that posture. The primal side of you knew he had more strength, more smarts.

With Buck, his presence demanded you to know he could squash you like a bug. I was eye level to him and he was on all fours, his size alone commanding my body to freeze in place.

The space around him buzzed, and it seemed as though the air knew to part around him, leaving me with a tight chest and feeling suffocated.

Caesar reached over, taking my hand in his own and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Slowly, I lifted from eyes from Buck’s hands to his face.

We looked at one another for a few moments, time having no meaning as I allowed myself to be exposed to this beautiful creature, my soul laid out for him to pick apart.

He didn’t sign, didn’t nod, didn’t smile or do anything, but I heard his words. ‘Thank you.’

“You’re welcome.” I whispered, I think. I honestly don’t think I even spoke at all, but he heard me.

He slipped back into his cage, and Caesar reluctantly locked him back inside, using a pocketknife tied to some sticks.

“Where did you get that?” I questioned, gathering the cleaning supplies and heading back to the storeroom.

Of course, I didn’t get an answer. Which was honestly answer enough.

“Is that why Dodge was being weird today?”

He shrugged.

“Oh my god, Caesar.” I rolled my eyes at him, but then another thought barged in. “Wait, did you steal Rodney’s food so he’d leave and I could do this?”

I spun to face him, and for all his great talents, hiding his guilt was not one of them.

“You will return that food to it’s rightful place right now, do you understand me?” I threatened, throwing in a pointed finger for good measure.

Of course. Leave it to Caesar to do something like that.

But, he hadn’t been selfish in his actions. What he did got me the chance to clean out Buck’s cage and, apparently, make a friend in the process.

“How’d you know I wanted to do that?” I put the bucket and mop away, closing the door behind me as we headed to Caesar’s cage.

“Your eyes.” he signed back. “You always looked so sad when you left him.”

I huffed, a sad smile tugging my lips. Yeah he’d notice. That’s what he did.

From the break room, the bell for the gate sounded. Rodney was back.

I sighed, opening my arms and wrapping them around Caesar’s middle when he pulled me into him. “I’m gonna get you all out. I just need a little more time.”

He pulled back just enough to sign to me with one hand. “The food is in the cupboard in Dodge’s desk.”

I started laughing, letting him go when he pulled away and locked himself back in his own cage. “You are such a troublemaker.”

He shrugged, which was right. Honestly, it was hard to think on a day when he wasn’t pulling some prank.

“Goodnight, Caesar.” I called over my shoulder, hitting the main lights and making my way back to the office.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

No following; Planet of the apes fanfic Chap. 6

*Author's note*

We've now reached the end for the first POTA Serkis movie. I'll continue to post up the chapters that I've got for DAWN throughout the day and then once I'm all caught up, it'll have to be a waiting game from then on out but like I said, I've gotten a bit of the sequel movie done so you'll get a lot of chapters your way. Thanks for giving this story a read guys and remember, if you'd like to be tagged for this series, leave a comment below.

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Things after that afternoon between Will and I were strained.  I had refused to talk to him or even look him in the eye, and even though he’d try to patch things up, there was always this tense, awkwardness in the air.  So most of the time, he just gave me my space.  Even when Caroline tried to play mediator and have us be in the same room to try and talk, nothing ever got done.

I was already in the process of packing my bags for college so that way when the day came that I could move into the dorms, I’d just pack up and ride as far from here as possible.  At this point, there’s nothing for me here, and hell there’s no need for me to visit every weekend anymore.  With Caesar gone and grandpa dead, home just didn’t feel like home to me anymore.

I woke up and stretched myself out, but I was surprised to see a couple of things.  First of all I had been placed in my bed and was covered up.  I know for a fact I hadn’t gone to my bed cause I was at my computer looking at my schedule and seeing if I had received any emails from any of my professors for the first term.

Also my violin had been brought back into my room.  I had tossed it out just shortly after grandpa had passed away.  I couldn’t even look at it cause it reminded me too much of our times making music together and remembering those days still made my heart ache.  So I had placed it in the shed and maybe until I’d leave for college, I’d take it out.

“Lin.” Caroline’s voice spoke up as she opened my door.  “Lin, I know this is odd for me to ask but—have you been into Caesar’s room recently?”

“Why would I go there? He’s not here anymore, nor does he want to be here.” I replied.

“Will says he saw the pully rope that attached to his stairway was moving. I haven’t been in it and neither has he.” I perked up and turned to my violin and things started to click.  That’s when she noticed my violin, “Hold on, didn’t you—”

“I had that put in the shed after grandpa’s funeral. And I didn’t fall asleep in my bed last night.” Our eyes both widened as she urgently told me.

“Get dressed.” I threw the fleece blanket off of me and raced over to my closet and grabbed the first shirt and jeans I could find.  Once I got dressed, both Will and Caroline were now dressed as Will filled me in.

“No one’s answering at the shelter. You following on your bike or—”

“I’ll get there faster on my bike.” I said as I ran towards it and getting the tarp cover off of it.  I mounted it and immediately turned it on as Will and Caroline got into Will’s BMW station wagon.  I revved my engine a few times before taking off down the street as quick as I could towards the shelter.

Hundreds of thoughts were going through my mind.  How did Caesar escape with no one noticing? Why did he come back to the house? What did he get? And why bring my violin back inside or take the time to tuck me into bed? I sped up as I now drove up the winding hills that led to the shelter until I finally reached the gates.

Surprisingly, neither Rodney nor Dodge were at the front gates.  Usually it’s the two of them first thing in the morning before Mr. Landon comes around for a few hours and then leaves.  I shut off my bike and as I got off it, Will’s car soon pulled up next to me.

“Neither of them are at the gate like they usually are by this time.” I told them as they got out of the car.

“Alright, come on there’s gotta be another way in.” The three of us raced around towards the back entrance to find the doors were broken off their hinges.  We looked at each other worriedly before racing inside and coming around towards the back office.  “Landon? Landon!”

“The cages are down there.” I told them as I led them across the backroom and down the winding ramp where all the cages were, but it was shocking to see all of them were completely empty.  Not a single ape could be found in the long corridors, and each cage door had been opened.

But what truly stuck out was the sudden smell of burning flesh.  I looked down and right at my feet was Dodge Landon.  I shrieked as uncle Will came over and pulled me away from Dodge’s body.  He knelt down to check his pulse but I could already tell from the severe degree of burns he had, and the fact that he wasn’t breathing that he had to have been dead for several hours, at least.

I continued to walk pass each cage hoping to find some sort of clue when Caroline called out.

“Will! Lin!” we raced towards the last cage that she now opened up herself and I proclaimed.

“Rodney!” I knelt down beside him, the poor man was curled in feeble position, fear and shock was permanently etched to his face, and I could see the faint bruising around his neck and face.  “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s Lin, remember?” he whimpered but I saw him mouth out my name and I gave him a soft nod.  My uncle knelt down beside me and asked Rodney.

“What happened?”

“He spoke.” Rodney whimpered softly.  Almost so quietly, we almost didn’t even hear him.

“What do you—what?” Will asked perplexed.

“Your ape…..he spoke.” Rodney said again, this time an intensity to his voice.

Oh. My. God.  Caesar could…..speak now? Holy shit.

“We have to call this in.” Caroline said.  “Tell them that they’ve all escaped. And get Rodney some help.”

“I agree with getting Rodney help, but you know what they’ll do. They’ll just start shooting at every ape they see, including Caesar.” Said uncle Will.

“It’s better they hear it from us than from Landon.”

“She’s right. He’ll just spin it as rabid apes that killed his son. At least from us, it’ll be an unbiased report of an animal escape.” I agreed with Caroline.  Will took a few deep breaths before taking out his phone and called 911.

Within minutes, police and an ambulance arrived as Rodney was being wheeled outside, I heard Rodney call out my name.  The medics stopped and I came up to him.

“He—he also told me. To give you a message.” My eyes widened.  “He said….. ‘keep playing nightingale.’” And with that the medics rolled him out after deducing his statement as part of the shock he was experiencing.  My heart felt heavy but at the same time, lighter than it had been since grandpa passed away.

I went back to the security room where some officers, Will, Caroline and now Mr. Landon all watched Dodge’s last and final moments that were captured by the security camera.  We all saw Caesar come into the frame with the hose, while Dodge stood with the cattle prod in his hand.

“What the hell?” a cop spoke up.

“‘I’m gonna skin each and every one of you!’” Those were Dodge’s final words before he was sprayed by the hose but also electrocuted by the cattle prod that I could hear was at full charge.

I know it’s not right to speak ill of the dead, but Dodge kinda deserved it.  Didn’t he know that water is a strong conductor for electricity? If he hadn’t had the prod in his hands, all he would’ve gotten was a spray full of water.  Probably given a taste of his own medicine, Caesar would never have done it to kill him.

But the evidence was all the police needed.  Immediately they started moving out to go on the hunt for every ape loose in San Fransisco.  I came up to the car window and asked.

“What do we do now?”

“I know where’s he’s headed. Keep on our tail.” I nodded and soon Will hit the gas and drove away from the shelter and I followed close behind them.

Will took us across the backroads in order to avoid the city.  And when I saw the Golden gate bridge pass the fog, that’s when it hit me.  Of course he’d take them there.  That’s all he wants is to take them home, to a place where there’s nothing but rich green grass and trees taller than the tallest buildings San Fransisco has.

I revved my engine as I drove up close to Will’s station wagon and Caroline turned to face me.  I quickly pointed at the bridge and I saw her say something to Will and he and I nodded to each other as I revved my engine faster and he drove behind me.

But as we finally came to the bridge, traffic was piling up and a crowd of people were being evacuated.  Police, SWAT team, riot police, every law enforcement officer was now on the bridge trying to get everyone off the bridge, while the crowd were screaming in a panic.

I had a sinking feeling that Caesar and the other apes must’ve already passed through here and were somewhere pass the fog shrouding the bridge.  Both Will and I weaved our motor vehicles through the crowded traffic until police force stopped us right in our tracks.

“Turn that bike around, keep moving. Get off the bridge, now!” I took off my helmet and the officer told me again.  “Ma’am I won’t ask you again, turn the bike around and evacuate the bridge now!”

“What’s the reason for officer?” I asked.

“You need to evacuate the bridge now. This is your last warning ma’am.”

“I can’t turn this bike around until you give me a better reason. Is there a bomb? A hostage situation with children on a school bus?”

“Alright, get off your bike and put your hands behind your back.” I revved my bike and sneered.

“Not this time.” I drove past him and several other officers.  I drove past the barricade they tried to make and I stopped just midway through the traffic.  I then ditched my bike as I saw the riot police coming up through the narrow pathways the cars would allow them on their horses.  Fully armed and ready to take down the apes.

“This is gonna be a blood bath.”

“Push them north!” I heard a riot officer cry out as their horses began the charge across the bridge.  I got behind a black SUV and I quickly peeked pass the car to see my uncle running down the street with a riot officer running right behind him.  I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to the side as the horse ran right by us.

“Lin?”

“It’s too late to turn back now. You and I can settle our grievances later, right now we’ve got more important things to deal with.” He panted heavily but nodded.

“Don’t leave my side for a second. If there’s gunfire, you get low and don’t come up for any reason. Got it?” I nodded.  At that moment we heard the sound of apes shrieking in pain as the riot police force began swatting at every ape they got up to with their batons.

Now these riot police are more than just your average cops, but not on the extreme level of the SWAT team.  They are hired because of how hard they can hit someone with brute strength alone, and be practically emotionless when taking down panicked rioters.  And when riding on top of their horses, it was like seeing a modern day calvary charge like back in WW1 England.

“Let’s go.” Will said as he took my hand and we both ran ahead down the street.  It felt like being in a horror movie with how vacant the Golden gate bridge was without all the traffic noise and no person in sight.

The second we heard any sound of gunfire through the fog, Will immediately stopped and had us hide behind some cars and he shielded me with his body.

“Don’t get up!” he warned me as he buried my head into his chest.  The faint sounds of gunfire from both semi and automatic weapons as well as pistols echoed through the dense fog, and I didn’t know whether not seeing them or seeing them was scarier.  Then as quickly as they started, it all went silent again.  After a few moments of silence, a roar soon pierced the air and I muttered.

“Caesar.” It had to be him.  Soon the sounds of apes shrieking aggressively and panicked screams of the police and guns going off soon took over the deserted bridge.  Will and I looked at each other and he said.

“Keep low and follow me. Once there’s no more gun fire, we make a break for it.” I nodded as we stuck close hiding between car to car, and any chance we heard gunfire, we quickly ducked behind the car before moving again.

After about 5-10 minutes, the sounds of gunfire finally stopped and all that could be heard was the sounds of the apes shrieking and screeching victoriously.  That’s when Will and I made a break for it and sprinted down the bridge until we came the turned over bus that the apes must’ve used as a decoy before ambushing the officers.

“CAESAR!” both Will and I cried out.  Caesar, who was on top of a police car, let out a roar before quickly turning toward us, a stunned look on his face.  But our brief reunion was cut short by the sound of helicopter blades whirling.

Once the chopper was over the bridge, the sound of rapid gunfire rang out as bullets were flying everywhere, including us.

“CAESAR NO!!!” I cried out as Will pulled me behind the bus and as the bullets bounced through the entire bus, uncle Will encompassed me with his entire body as we got as low as possible as the bullets continued to rain hellfire.

Okay, this was actually more frightening than just hearing the bullets just a quarter mile down the bridge.  Actually hearing a gun go off and bullets brushing leaves you with a high-pitched ringing in your ears.  Your world goes muffled and faint and you can only hope and pray that you’re not shot by the next several rounds as they get closer and closer to you.

It almost felt like an eternity before the rain of gunfire finally stopped but as both uncle Will and I looked up, we saw the helicopter suddenly start to spin out of control.  That’s when I noticed the form of a gorilla had somehow managed to launch himself into the chopper and bring it down.  And it was heading towards us!

“LIN GET DOWN!!” Uncle Will threw himself over me as we got to the other end of the bus, Will’s body on top of mine as the helicopter crashed into the side of the bridge just hitting barely a foot from where we had stood to get Caesar’s attention.  I felt the heat of the explosion even through my uncle’s body as I heard the sound of a few cop cars blow up along with the chopper before all went quiet once more.

The air was tainted with the smell of burnt fuel and rubber, and the stray flames decorated the Golden gate bridge like flowers in a meadow.  But what caught my attention were some of the dead ape bodies that now lined the streets of the Golden gate bridge.

All of this…..for what? All they wanted was to go to their new home, but like always we humans would rather shoot a wild animal first and ask questions later.  Supreme intelligence, more like egotistical supremacy.  I shook my head shamefully at all this destruction and death when I felt uncle Will gently take my arm.

“They’re moving out, come on.” We ran past the bus and headed towards one of the few police cars that somehow miraculously wasn’t hit when the chopper crashed.  Will got into the driver’s seat while I got into the passenger’s seat, and the second I closed the door, he shifted the stick to Drive and he floored it down the bridge.

We drove over the same road we took practically every weekend to take Caesar to the Redwoods entrance.  The second we came to the entrance, Will put the car in park and we both ran out the car and raced into the forest’s main entrance. 

We ran through the redwoods as fast as our legs could carry us, all the while uncle Will called out Caesar’s name.  From above, I could see the faint silhouettes of apes swinging from above us.  We came to clearing where Caesar’s favorite tree to climb was and this time I called out Caesar’s name.

When out of nowhere, both uncle Will and I were knocked to the ground, my chest aching from having the wind nearly knocked out of me.  Uncle Will came in front of me as a scarred-face bonobo chimp stared us down snarling.  He got closer and closer to uncle Will, but he made sure that this ape wouldn’t get to me first.  But just when I thought I was going to see my uncle’s face get ripped apart, another figure came and pushed the bonobo aside.

The bonobo was tossed and rolled across the ground a few feet away from us.  As it tried to come back toward us, it soon stopped as the figure stood tall and dominant.  The figure turned out to be none other than Caesar.  He gave the bonobo a dominant grunt and a hard stare, daring it to challenge him.  But the bonobo refused and ran off deep into the woods.

Caesar turned to us and we all stared at each other for a moment.  Caesar then slowly extended his hand out to uncle Will and after a brief moment of hesitation, Will took his hand and Caesar pulled him up.  Caesar then turned back to me and extended his hand out to me next.  I took it and he gently helped me up.  At this point I couldn’t contain myself, I immediately embraced him and choked out.

“Thank god you’re alright.” I tried to suck in my tears but I could feel them burning behind my eye lids.  Caesar pulled away from my embrace but cupped my face between his hands and gently placed his forehead to mine.  After our sibling reunion, we turned to Will and he said to Caesar.

“Caesar, I’m sorry. This is my fault. This has to stop, this isn’t the way. You know what they’re capable of. Please come home. If you come home, I’ll protect you.” How? This—this is so much bigger than us now. Plus…. At that moment, the rest of the apes soon came out all looking to Caesar.  Without him, these apes are lost.  They need Caesar even more than Will or I do.

There was silence as the two of them looked at each other, Will’s eyes pleading for Caesar to come home but I knew from the look on his face that Caesar made his choice.  Softly and slowly, he brought Will into his arms and pulled him close.  One hand around the back of Will’s head while the other was resting over his shoulder.  Then just loud enough for the both of us to hear, he spoke into Will’s ear.

“Caesar is home.” Whoa.  That deep, gravely yet warm voice sent chills up my arms.  Uncle Will jumped back in surprise as Caesar kept his arms near his body but allowed him to back away.  His eyes widened in shock as he stared at Caesar.  Caesar gave uncle Will a pat on the shoulder as uncle Will finally began to understand.

“Okay, Caesar’s home.” Finally there was an understanding between the two.  Will finally learned to let go and Caesar could finally be himself, and not who we tried to make him be.  Then Caesar turned his attention to me.

Even though I’ve now accepted his choice, it still didn’t make it easier.  Tears burned my eyes as I looked down, my shoulders shaking.  I soon felt Caesar’s rough, leather hand come up and touch the edge of my right eye, wiping the tears that bled out with his curled fingers.

“Lin,” he said to me.  I looked up at him as he told me as he signed what I’d used to sign and speak to him, “You…stay. I—go.” My heart shattered and my throat clenched as I looked down again.  He lifted my chin up before finishing as he waved his finger at me, “No….following.”

“You’ve been waiting eight years to finally say that back to me.” I choked out a laugh as Caesar huffed one out.  His green eyes looking at me lovingly but held such strength to them.  I embraced him once again as I cried into his shoulder. “You’ll always be in my heart.”

We rocked back and forth softly before he released me and slowly backed away from me, the last bit of touch I felt from him was his fingers brushing against mine.  Uncle Will came up to me, holding onto my shoulder to not only hold me back but to give me comfort.

“Goodbye Caesar.” I softly whispered as the tears continued to spill down my face.

“Go.” Will told him.  Caesar then turned his back on us and walked over to his troupe.  All of them looking to him as their great leader, much like the figure he was named after.  Some began to give him the supplicating gesture, to which Caesar accepted from them as they parted like the Red Sea and let him stand before his tree.

Caesar looked to each of his apes as they now all stood up on their back legs just like him before racing towards his tree and began climbing up it, followed by the other apes going up the various other trees nearby.

My tears that were once filled with sorrow and heartache, now turned to joy and pride as I smiled and watched as Caesar climbed far past the skyline with his people.

Caesar was home, and he didn’t need me to follow him.

[dollivication]

Favorite characters from all your interests go!

GULP??? ZUHMUHMUJM OKOK!!!!! this is going to be a LONG list bear with me….LMFAOSPSsDf this is going to be off the top of my head…

from most active interests:

re — LEON, ashley, ada, and ETHAN!!!!

dmc — v, DANTE, newo!!!

twst — DEUCE, SILVER, LILIA, malleus, leona, idia, rook!!!

aa — ryunosuke, HERLOCK, susato, DAHLIA, klavier

rgg — YAGAMI, NISHIKI, TACHIBANA, NISHITANI, majima, daigo!!!

from inactive interests:

yttd — joe, sou, KAI!!!

jjba — joseph, caesar, KAKYOIN, fugo, JOHNNY, bucciarati!!!

mystic messenger — YOOSUNG, zen, seven!!!

dangerous fellows — LAWRENCE, eugene!!!

pkmn — N, GUZMA!!!

slasher stuff — dbd ghostface, michael myers, BILLY LENZ, BRAHMS HEELSHIRE, frank morrison!!!

dead plate — RODNEY!!!

don’t toy with me — huxley…..

[taraross-1787]

This Day in History: Thomas Stone, Signer

At about this time in 1787, a signer of the Declaration of Independence passes away.  It’s been said that Thomas Stone died of a broken heart.

You’ve probably never heard of Stone. He wasn’t a big, famous personality like Benjamin Franklin. He didn’t do anything flashy, like Caesar Rodney did when he made a midnight ride from Delaware to Philadelphia, making it just in time to vote in favor of the Declaration.  Stone didn’t go on to become President like John Adams or Vice President like Elbridge Gerry. Instead, Stone was simply a Patriot who worked hard, served his country, and put his life on the line by signing the Declaration of Independence—a document that King George III viewed as treason.

How wonderful to live in a country where such a statement can be made.  He “simply” put his life on the line.  Nothing too flashy?!  ;)

The story continues here: https://www.taraross.com/post/tdih-thomas-stone-signer

[timeclipsed]

I hope ur shoelace gets untied while jogging >:c

Georgia

Button Gwinnett

Lyman Hall

George Walton

North Carolina

William Hooper

Joseph Hewes

John Penn

South Carolina

Edward Rutledge

Thomas Heyward, Jr.

Thomas Lynch, Jr.

Arthur Middleton

Massachusetts

John Hancock

Maryland

Samuel Chase

William Paca

Thomas Stone

Charles Carroll of Carrollton

Virginia

George Wythe

Richard Henry Lee

Thomas Jefferson

Benjamin Harrison

Thomas Nelson, Jr.

Francis Lightfoot Lee

Carter Braxton

Pennsylvania

Robert Morris

Benjamin Rush

Benjamin Franklin

John Morton

George Clymer

James Smith

George Taylor

James Wilson

George Ross

Delaware

Caesar Rodney

George Read

Thomas McKean

New York

William Floyd

Philip Livingston

Francis Lewis

Lewis Morris

New Jersey

Richard Stockton

John Witherspoon

Francis Hopkinson

John Hart

Abraham Clark

New Hampshire

Josiah Bartlett

William Whipple

Massachusetts

Samuel Adams

John Adams

Robert Treat Paine

Elbridge Gerry

Rhode Island

Stephen Hopkins

William Ellery

Connecticut

Roger Sherman

Samuel Huntington

William Williams

Oliver Wolcott

New Hampshire

Matthew Thornton

[rjzimmerman]

Anti-wind activists want to nix offshore projects already under construction. (Heatmap AM)

Anti-wind activists have joined with well-connected figures in conservative legal and energy circles to privately lobby the Trump administration to undo permitting decisions by the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, according to documents obtained by Heatmap’s Jael Holzman. Representatives of conservative think tanks and legal nonprofits — including the Caesar Rodney Institute, the Heartland Institute and Committee for a Constructive Tomorrow, or CFACT — sent a letter to Interior Secretary Doug Burgum dated February 11 requesting that the Trump administration “immediately revoke” letters from NOAA to 11 offshore wind projects authorizing “incidental takes,” a term of regulatory art referencing accidental and permissible deaths under federal endangered species and mammal protection laws. The letter also requested “an immediate cession of construction” at four offshore wind projects with federal approvals that have begun construction: Dominion Energy’s Coastal Virginia offshore wind project, Copenhagen Infrastructure Partners’ Vineyard Wind 1, and Ørsted’s Revolution Wind and Sunrise Wind projects.

“This letter represents a new stage of Trump’s war on offshore wind,” Holzman writes. “Yes, he has frozen leasing, along with most permitting activity and even public meetings related to pending projects. But the president's executive order targeting offshore wind opened the door to rescinding leases and previous permits. Doing so would produce new, costly legal battles for developers and for publicly-regulated utilities, ratepayers. Over the past few weeks, offshore wind developers with projects that got their permits under Biden have sought to reassure investors that at least they’ll be fine. If this new request is heeded, that calm will subside.”

[jayden-jade]

W.I.P

I needed to draw them bc they're so underrated, McKean is one of my favorite characters, he kinda reminds me of one of my classmates lmao

[fetchmearum420]

Watching the trailer is so strange, idk why but it is.

And then we have background music when Rodney goes down which I’m really sad it isn’t on the blu ray dvd. I’ll have to buy the actual original DVD to hear it. It just makes this scene more powerful and depressing in a sense. And if you listen enough, you’ll notice that it’s the beginning of IS ANYBODY THERE, Thomson’s part. I think so anyway.

[hitchell-mope]

That poor old man.

[sixminutestoriesblog]

ides of march

well, its tumblr's favorite holiday and who can blame us? The assassination of Julius Caesar is probably one of the only group projects that ever went down the way it was supposed to with, well, not complete group participation (there were said to be upward of 60 people involved but only 23 stab wounds - obviously someone was not carrying their weight) but at least a good effort was made at it. But lets take a moment, between our jokes about salad and Animal Crossing butterfly nets to look at what else has happened in history on the Ides of March. For instance, did you know, on March 15th:

1493 - Columbus returned to Spain after 'discovering' the new world.

1580 - Phillip II of Spain put a bounty on the head of Prince William I of Orange for 25,000 gold coins for leading the Dutch revolt against the Spanish Hamburgs

1744 - King Louis XV of France declares war on Britain

1767 - Andrew Jackson, who would go on to be the seventh president of the US, was born.

1820 - Maine became the 23rd state in the US

1864 - the Red River Campaign, called 'One damn blunder from beginning to end' started for the Union Forces in the American Civil War

1889 - a typhoon in Apia Harbor, Samoa sinks 6 US and German warships, killing 200

1917 - Czar Nicholas II abdicated the Russian throne, bringing an end to the Romanov dynasty

1955 - the first self-guided missile is introduced by the US Air Force

1965 - TGI Friday's opens its first restaurant in New York City

1991 - in LA, four police officers are brought up on charges for the beating of Rodney King

2018 - Toys R Us announces it will be closing all its stores

2019 - a terrorist attacks two mosques in Christchurch, New Zealand, killing 51, and wounding 50 others

Oof! Pretty bleak, isn't it? It would almost make you think that the day is just bad luck, start to finish and its probably just as well, we're all focusing on assassination instead of other horrors. But wait - its not all bad news! The Ides of March has some tricks up its sleeve yet (joke intended). I'd be telling you only half the story if I didn't add:

1854 - Emil von Behring is born and will eventually become the first to receive the Nobel Prize in medicine for his discovery of a diphtheria antitoxin, being called 'the children's savoir' for the lives it saves

1867 - Michigan is the first state to use property tax to support a university

1868 - the Cincinnati Red Stockings have ten salaried players, making them the first professional baseball team in the US

1887 - Michigan has the first salaried fish and game warden

1892 - the first automatic ballot voting machine is unveiled in New York City

1907 - Finland gives women the right to vote, becoming the first to do so in Europe

1933 - Ruth Bader Ginsberg is born and will go on to become a US Supreme Court justice

1934 - the 5$ a day wage was introduced by Henry Ford, forcing other companies to raise their wages as well or lose their workers

1937 - the first state sponsored contraceptive clinic in the US opens in Raleigh, North Carolina

1946 - the British Prime minister recognizes India's independence

1947 - the US Navy has its first black commissioned officer, John Lee

1949 - clothes rationing ends in Britain, four years after the end of WWII

1960 - ten nations meet in Geneva for disarmament talks

1968 - the Dioceses of Rome says it will not ban 'rock and roll' from being played during mass but that it deplores the practice - also in 1968, LIFE magazine titles Jimi Hendrix 'the most spectacular guitarist in the world'

1971 - ARPANET, the precursor of the modern day internet, sees its first forum

1984 - Tanzanian adopts a constitution

1985 - symbolics.com, the first internet domain name, is registered

The Ides of March turns out to just be a day, like any other day in history.

Unless you're us. In which case -