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H&L: Drunk Texting HCs

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re: in which they’re drunk texting you…

“woman” used

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Masaki

• Alright, so he’s about what you’d expect him to be… If you’re thinking cheery and flirtatious, you’re right. Almost obnoxiously so. If you don’t respond quick enough, he’ll be blowing your phone up with every little thought that he has. “Do yuo remmember when we first met? Did yup think I was cool?” “Doyou think birds get sad?” “Wish food was opne…hungry.”

• His texting isn’t atrocious, but there’s definitely some word-deciphering to be done here and there. Seems to consistently type “you” wrong.

• Sends a blurry selfie or two. You save them, obviously, because his adorable smile is to die for. Yeah, go ahead and make that his contact picture too. Oh, but he expects a selfie in return, obviously. “Let me see yup beaotiful, send yuor beautful face.”

Hyuga

• This guy doesn’t text. He just doesn’t. What’s an emoji? He has no idea. However, on the occasion when drinking, if you aren’t around, he may whip his phone out and start texting you. Though, it’s mostly just him telling you to come to wherever he is. “Come over” “It’s 1 in the morning…” “Fine I’m coming to you” And don’t doubt him, because he will. Because he’d much rather actually be with you than just texting you.

• If he can’t see you, he’ll probably opt to calling you at some point as his vision grows blurry and texting becomes increasingly more difficult. Will accidentally call someone else though, because he can’t figure that damn phone out. Old man Hyuga. “Hah? Who’s this? Why’re you with my woman? …Ah, sorry Ukyo, wrong number.”

• Will most definitely pass out at some point, but not without saying goodnight first. He’s a gentleman, after all. Rolls eyes. “Night see you tomorrow” “Wait, Nori, did we have plans tomorrow? Nori?” Aaaand he’s out.

Hirai

• One word: needy. Something akin to a puppy, but maybe even worse than that. At least puppies eventually wear themselves out, but Hirai seems to be on an endless timer when drunk. Remind him that you love him, he’s begging you. Call him cute, that’d make him really happy. “You still love me, right? You seemed like you were mad at me the other day and I just wanted to say that—“ cue very long paragraph with a bunch of nonsense. Sigh.

• Lots of heart emojis. Like, almost at the end of every text. Always pink hearts too, like the one he has next to your contact name. “Just watching some show, what’re you up to ♡”

• Really just wants to remind you how much you mean to him, how cute you are, how much he needs you… Please don’t leave him on read, even if he gets a tad annoying. He gets his feelings hurt really easily when drunk, especially if it’s by his beloved. Also, he’s a bit embarrassed by it all the next day… Don’t use it against him, he really can’t bare it.

Dan

• Incoherent. That’s it. Like, you have to wonder if he’s typing with his eyes closed. “Covet said smthhg I can remembrance” “Covet” “COBRA DAMSIT” “Want smoe chzzy Roman” …Yeah, good luck figuring that all out.

• At some point he’s practically typing while asleep, but is still so adamant about texting you that his fingers seem to have a mind of their own. You can ignore his illegible texts, he really won’t blame you. In fact, it’s probably for the better. That way he can eventually forget about his phone and actually go to sleep.

• If out in public, will probably end up losing his phone somewhere throughout the night. It wouldn’t be the first time. He also dropped it in a toilet once. Yeah, maybe he needs to stop drunk texting you…

Brown

• If one thing is consistent about his phone drunk self and his real life drunk self, it’s how flirty is. Like, borderline inappropriate. If the two of you weren’t already dating, you definitely would have blocked him. He really can’t help himself though, he just thinks you’re so sexy. What’s a man to do? “Send some pics, doll” “Pics of what?” “Everything” Unfortunately, (or maybe fortunately?) you can probably expect him to send a few pictures himself… I’ll leave that up to your imagination.

• Pretty sporadic and inconsistent texts, especially if he’s out drinking instead of at home. Sometimes it’ll be seconds between replies, and sometimes hours. There’s really no telling, so don’t bother trying to have some sort of consistent conversation with him. “Miss you, doll” “I just saw you earlier this afternoon” [2 hours later] “Sorry, was trying to find your point” “-_-“

• This man has no shame. He will not feel any regrets for anything he says or does the following sober morning. In fact, expect this sort of drunk behavior pretty often. No matter what choice of scenery he’s chosen to drink in, he’ll always end up texting you. Well, at least you know his focus is always on you.

[compacflt]

I know you said that you aren't the pinnacle of military knowledge that people think you are but know a damsite more than I do about the US military than I do, so I have a question. Do you have any idea how long the Darkstar project would've been going on for in canon? It can't have been a few months but I also don't know if it would be years and years? I know Mav has an award for being a test pilot that I think is dated 2007 (I may have imagined that) but that doesn't mean the Darkstar project was going on for over ten years? I think the F-18A took 8 years from testing to being approved, so it can't be far off. Just wanted your opinion. Thanks :-)

awright here’s my opinion (not an expert)

the darkstar is canonically a Lockheed Martin “skunk works” (super duper secret) surveillance and reconnaissance (SR) spyplane, as evidenced by the skunk works logo on the vertical stabilizer (left is darkstar, right is me with the SW logo on the SR-71 blackbird at the udvar-hazy museum this summer).

we can look to see how long other SW projects have taken to develop in the past. the SR-71, for instance, was first suggested as an “undetectable spyplane” idea in 1957. the lockheed A-12 oxcart, which would provide the framework for the SR-71, had its first flight in 1962, five years later. the finished SR-71 was introduced into USAF and CIA service in 1966. so a 9-year development for the fastest-ever air-breathing jet, with 4-ish of those years being flight testing (ish because the A-12 had to be heavily adapted into the SR-71 which had its first flight in 1964).

Lockheed’s been teasing its blackbird successor, the unmanned aerial vehicle the SR-72 “son of blackbird,” on its socials recently. i saw someone say: “soft-launching its new death machine like an instagram influencer with a new boyfriend”

leading many to believe this is what happened

note however that the SR-72 son of blackbird is an UNMANNED aerial vehicle (UAV) which is why in my fic I specifically said this

note also that most of aircraft development is just that—development. Flight testing (i.e. where mav would get hands-on involved) doesn’t come until very very late in the development process. For the plot of my fic’s sake I had mav go out to NAWS china lake in 2003, but in TGM during the Hard Deck scene Penny says something to the effect of “you got sent out to the desert three years ago for pissing off that other admiral” and mav goes “that was three years ago? 😀” (cute!) so that’s the longest mav could’ve canonically been involved with the darkstar project. (For my own purposes i made it like a year, for those two sections of the story to neatly flow into each other—from 2015ish to 2016. I know TGM takes place in 2020 [i know but idfc] Maybe LockMart has had this tech [probably not high hypersonic like in the movie] for that long anyway and it’s just been so heavily classified that we didn’t know about it till very recently. Definitely possible.)

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Water Supply System - Foot Bridge Carrying Pupcrete Pipeline to Damsite (12)

Record Group 77: Records of the Office of the Chief of Engineers Series: Construction Project Photographs

Black and white photograph of a wooden footbridge going over a small creek. Construction of a dam in concrete and steel can be seen in the background.

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The Spell of the Yukon  // Robert W. Service

I wanted the gold, and I sought it;    I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;    I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold, and I got it—     Came out with a fortune last fall,— Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,    And somehow the gold isn’t all. No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)    It’s the cussedest land that I know, From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it    To the deep, deathlike valleys below. Some say God was tired when He made it;    Some say it’s a fine land to shun; Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it    For no land on earth—and I’m one. You come to get rich (damned good reason);    You feel like an exile at first; You hate it like hell for a season,    And then you are worse than the worst. It grips you like some kinds of sinning;    It twists you from foe to a friend; It seems it’s been since the beginning;    It seems it will be to the end. I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow    That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim; I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow    In crimson and gold, and grow dim, Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,    And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop; And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,    With the peace o’ the world piled on top. The summer—no sweeter was ever;    The sunshiny woods all athrill; The grayling aleap in the river,    The bighorn asleep on the hill. The strong life that never knows harness;    The wilds where the caribou call; The freshness, the freedom, the farness—    O God! how I’m stuck on it all. The winter! the brightness that blinds you,    The white land locked tight as a drum, The cold fear that follows and finds you,    The silence that bludgeons you dumb. The snows that are older than history,    The woods where the weird shadows slant; The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,    I’ve bade ’em good-by—but I can’t. There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,    And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless,    And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons;    There are valleys unpeopled and still; There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,    And I want to go back—and I will. They’re making my money diminish;    I’m sick of the taste of champagne. Thank God! when I’m skinned to a finish    I’ll pike to the Yukon again. I’ll fight—and you bet it’s no sham-fight;    It’s hell!—but I’ve been there before; And it’s better than this by a damsite—    So me for the Yukon once more. There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;    It’s luring me on as of old; Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting    So much as just finding the gold. It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder,    It’s the forests where silence has lease; It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,    It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.

[neareport]

Tragic Fall at Damsite Park Claims Life of Juvenile Male

CLEBURNE COUNTY, Ark. – A tragic incident claimed the life of a young male earlier this week in Cleburne County. Deputies from the Cleburne County Sheriff’s Office were dispatched to Damsite Park on at about 11 AM on Tuesday, June 20th, 2023, in response to a reported incident. The call indicated that a juvenile male had fallen off a 40-foot bluff. Upon their arrival, deputies discovered a family…

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Ice Formations

Ice formations caused by weather variations

Goodbye 2022 In the final days of 2022 we’ve had some wild variation of temperature and precipitation. First a heavy snow, followed by cold temperatures, then some heavy rains followed by warmer temperatures. As the water receded at Flood Control Dam 35 it left a curious landscape of ice sheets and formations. Ice Fields Gate at Dam Site 35 – December 27, 2022 Flood Control Damsite 35 held…

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SUNDAY SERVICE

THE SPELL OF THE YUKON

Robert W. Service

I wanted the gold, and I sought it;   I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;   I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold, and I got it—    Came out with a fortune last fall,— Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,   And somehow the gold isn’t all. No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)   It’s the cussedest land that I know, From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it   To the deep, deathlike valleys below. Some say God was tired when He made it;   Some say it’s a fine land to shun; Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it   For no land on earth—and I’m one. You come to get rich (damned good reason);   You feel like an exile at first; You hate it like hell for a season,   And then you are worse than the worst. It grips you like some kinds of sinning;   It twists you from foe to a friend; It seems it’s been since the beginning;   It seems it will be to the end. I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow   That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim; I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow   In crimson and gold, and grow dim, Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,   And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop; And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,   With the peace o’ the world piled on top. The summer—no sweeter was ever;   The sunshiny woods all athrill; The grayling aleap in the river,   The bighorn asleep on the hill. The strong life that never knows harness;   The wilds where the caribou call; The freshness, the freedom, the farness—   O God! how I’m stuck on it all. The winter! the brightness that blinds you,   The white land locked tight as a drum, The cold fear that follows and finds you,   The silence that bludgeons you dumb. The snows that are older than history,   The woods where the weird shadows slant; The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,   I’ve bade ’em good-by—but I can’t. There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,   And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless,   And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons;   There are valleys unpeopled and still; There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,   And I want to go back—and I will. They’re making my money diminish;   I’m sick of the taste of champagne. Thank God! when I’m skinned to a finish   I’ll pike to the Yukon again. I’ll fight—and you bet it’s no sham-fight;   It’s hell!—but I’ve been there before; And it’s better than this by a damsite—   So me for the Yukon once more. There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;   It’s luring me on as of old; Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting   So much as just finding the gold. It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder,   It’s the forests where silence has lease; It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,   It’s the stillness that fills me with peace. Source: The Best of Robert Service (1953)

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One of the joys of Getting out of the cities away is when hunting down #midcenturymodern furnishings for #modernagedistrict in #nempls is taking a few minutes to enjoy a cool #damsite and #smallriver such ad this. But DANGIT - not happy. I forgot the #fishingtackle. Anyone know where this is? (at Minnesota) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzwcs7eFAHM/?igshid=mypj96t33k4h

[12magazine]

Work of new gods

Sumit Baruah / dharoi dam to vasna barrage

With the advancement in technology and increasing knowledge, human beings collectively have the power to reshape the entire planet according to their own will and need. The most powerful medium to control nature is to tap into the element of nature, one of which is water. By controlling water, one can control life around it, as it is one of the most fundamental elements and one of the most important factor for the sustenance of life. People tend to do the same by building dams, barrages, wells, pumping systems and canals around a water body and try to have the desired control over the quantity of water to be supplied to certain areas for irrigation and consumption. But those who try to control this very basic element of life tend to overlook one important aspect, reshaping and controlling a water body leads to the reshaping of an entire ecosystem, creating a whole new visual, which may not have occurred at the given location. This ability to create and reshape an entire ecosystem brings human closer to fit the description of “God”.

[what-david-sees]

I wanted the gold, and I sought it;  I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;  I hurled my youth into a grave. I wanted the gold, and I got it—   Came out with a fortune last fall,— Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,  And somehow the gold isn’t all. No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)  It’s the cussedest land that I know, From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it  To the deep, deathlike valleys below. Some say God was tired when He made it;  Some say it’s a fine land to shun; Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it  For no land on earth—and I’m one. You come to get rich (damned good reason);  You feel like an exile at first; You hate it like hell for a season,  And then you are worse than the worst. It grips you like some kinds of sinning;  It twists you from foe to a friend; It seems it’s been since the beginning;  It seems it will be to the end. I’ve stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow  That’s plumb-full of hush to the brim; I’ve watched the big, husky sun wallow  In crimson and gold, and grow dim, Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,  And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop; And I’ve thought that I surely was dreaming,  With the peace o’ the world piled on top. The summer—no sweeter was ever;  The sunshiny woods all athrill; The grayling aleap in the river,  The bighorn asleep on the hill. The strong life that never knows harness;  The wilds where the caribou call; The freshness, the freedom, the farness—  O God! how I’m stuck on it all. The winter! the brightness that blinds you,  The white land locked tight as a drum, The cold fear that follows and finds you,  The silence that bludgeons you dumb. The snows that are older than history,  The woods where the weird shadows slant; The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,  I’ve bade ’em good-by—but I can’t. There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,  And the rivers all run God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless,  And deaths that just hang by a hair; There are hardships that nobody reckons;  There are valleys unpeopled and still; There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,  And I want to go back—and I will. They’re making my money diminish;  I’m sick of the taste of champagne. Thank God! when I’m skinned to a finish  I’ll pike to the Yukon again. I’ll fight—and you bet it’s no sham-fight;  It’s hell!—but I’ve been there before; And it’s better than this by a damsite—  So me for the Yukon once more. There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;  It’s luring me on as of old; Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting  So much as just finding the gold. It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder,  It’s the forests where silence has lease; It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,  It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.

- “The Spell of the Yukon” by Robert W. Service

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GENERAL SITE VIEW - Hans Ehlers Farm, F Street, Papillon 18 Damsite, Millard, Douglas County, NE

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White County man arrested for kidnapping, shooting

Judsonia, Ark. – A White County man finds himself facing several serious felonies after a scary incident was reported on Saturday. Around 8:30 AM on May 20, authorities responded to a report of a possible shooting on Damsite Road outside Judsonia. According to the witness, a man identified as Michael Layrock, 43, had made threats to shoot anyone he found in the company of his girlfriend. The…

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🚨 Análisis de Estabilidad de Presas utilizando un Enfoque Multidisciplinario de Geociencias para la Seguridad de los Reservorios de Agua: caso de Mpu Damsite, sureste de Nigeria

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Lake Hodges damsite before construction, between 1910 and 1916

From the Ed Fletcher Papers