#flashbox

[bobfloydpilled]

rewatching the show by way of introducing it to friends, and i have to say that i find it personally hilarious to imagine that the only reason lamb got a flashbox for hobden's files is that he knew river would try to break into it and get singed

[whumpingale]

Sow Horses s01e01 "Failure’s Contagious" River Cartwright burning his hand while opening a flashbox. [extra hand slap gifs]

[emziess]

What do you think the Park will do if they find out you opened a flashbox? Slow Horses – S01E01 – Failure's Contagious

[needafantasyforthis]

That’s it. At first it was relaxing but then I got stressed a bit lmao. It’s actually so enjoyable to explore what your mind can do!

Posting the whole story with a little changes and improvements. 1890 words

If it’s fine I’ll think about a03 account. But at first I should learn the punctuation rules in English, that’s tricky.

Anyways. Enjoy……

Into the same trap or Negotiating with a drawer

“Fuck!”, a loud abrupt noise and the following yelp of pain came from the office behind Louisa while she was pouring tea; her hand twitched out of fright, splashing water all around the kitchen counter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”, River continued to yelp when she turned her head back in panic, and through the window between the kitchen and their office Louisa could see River, who has been sitting at his desk for the past hour, but now he was squeezing his right hand, hissing and his face expressed the obvious pain.

She dropped a kettle, grabbed a kitchen towel in case if there’re tons of blood that she couldn’t see yet, got out the ice pack of something that have been dead for a thousand years from the no less ancient fridge and hurried back to their office that she left only a couple of minutes ago, full of hope to just sit in the kitchen and drink her tea in silence after a tedious week. She had beed conducting surveillance of some fast walking around the city idiot who turned out to be not even their target. And, as it initially was planned, River should have done another useless paperwork today.

“What happened, River?”, she tried not to panic and quickly crossed the distance between the door and River’s desk to see what he’s done this time, throwing the towel and the ice pack on the desk. His face was pale cause of unexpected and strong pulsating pain.

“This fucking desk and the fucking drawer oh shiiit fuuuck”, he hissed through the pain and tilted the head back. The pain was so overwhelming so he started to feel nausea and tried to breathe slowly in with a nose and out with a mouth hoping to diminish the pain.

“Give me your hand, River, give me your hand”, with slightly shaking hands she carefully took his right wrist trying not to touch any finger and put the ice pack of something ancient under his hand. The index and middle fingers were a bit curved and have already looked purple and swollen, and there was just a tiny chance that they weren’t broken. The same two fingers he burned opening the flashbox a few years ago. River still tried to breathe slowly to abstract from the pain that switched off his mind for this endless minute. He took the dirty kitchen towel with his shaking left hand to wipe off the adrenaline beads of sweat from his face.

“Fucking hell”, River, exhausted by this unexpected scenario, exhaled and dropped his head on the desk trying to fully regain consciousness. Louisa was standing next to River still holding his hand and realizing what just happened in her absence. She put her hand on his back to soothe the pain.

“What’s the fucking noise down there? Since when did the paperwork become that loud?”, and that was Lamb. Now they wished to be the only people in this building today cause the others were doing some stuff in the city. Roddy doesn’t count. But Lamb seemed like he never leave this building. Does he actually have a flat? Or…

“Right. C’mon, come back, River”, she broke the silence, “When you stop dying, take your jacket, we’re going to A&E. It doesn’t look promising. I should tell Lamb that we’ll be absent for the rest of the day. Be back in a minute, don’t try to do anything else that eventually causes you death here”, Louisa grabbed her car keys, glanced at River’s suffering shape and headed to the Lamb’s office to notify him that there was an… accident. Again.

“Jesus wept. Is he-is he trying to impress me? Tell Cartwright to find some new extraordinary ways to procrastinate; a well-developed fantasy is helpful for the neurons not to end up at care home like his grandpa. Questionable heredity. Now, you two, go, fuck off from here. Don’t let him die cause his attempts look suspiciously persistent”, River could swear he may heard Lamb’s lecturing speech through the ceiling between their offices. Lamb being Lamb.

When Louisa came back to River after being cursed at Lamb’s lair, he wasn’t lying on his desk anymore but sitting on his chair, gritted teeth, and clumsily trying to switch off the computer with the left hand while keeping the ice pack on his right hand on the table. How come this little harmless drawer can cause so much pain he’ve ever experienced? He had an impressive injury track record but this was in his top-3.

“Lamb’s thanking you that he doesn’t have to fill the papers with causes of your death yet. Are you coming or your hand is back to normal after Lamb’s cure speech?”

River closed his eyes for a couple of seconds hoping to suppress the nausea and dizziness. He limply raised a left hand as a sign of “one moment, I’m coming”, carefully upright himself and waited when he felt steady, then grabbed the jacket and the ice pack with him. The pain was too intensive so he didn’t realize at first that the smell from the ice pack was exceptionally disgusting as everything in this building and caused even more nausea.

“Give me the ice and the jacket, hold on to the railing. I don’t really crave to collect your limbs off the stairs”, Louisa took the stuff and walked down the first while River was slowly walking down struggling with nausea and concentrating on every step.

“This ice smells like shit, you know. Don’t wanna smell like shit in A&E”, he distractedly pointed behind Louisa to the ice pack she was carrying and continued his way down.

“Oh, you shut up!”, she whispered and hold the fire and main at the same time door so River didn’t have to struggle with opening it.

Fifteen minutes after they made a familiar route and arrived to the A&E, Louisa was filling the form as usual while River, hunching, sat on the furthest chair next to the wall, held his right hand in his left and studied the injured fingers with a little disgust mixed with a skepticism on his bloodless boyish face. He hasn’t decide yet what was worse - burn or curvature. Probably, the lack of fingers at all.

“How did you even do that?”, asked Louisa perplexedly when she came back from the reception bringing a lifesaving bottle of water and painkillers with her. She always kept a pack of painkillers in her car. Typically for River.

“Uh… that’s might be embarrassing. Damn, still hurts. Alright. You may blame this damn crumbling table. I- I was just trying to close the drawer! It didn’t respond properly so I pushed harder and- and it abruptly closed along with my fucking hand”, he raised the partly but now terribly colored and swollen hand as the evidence. The pain was slowly fading away letting River to relax a bit and quietly wait for the invitation for an x-ray.

“Wow. You’re not much creative this time. I think it’s better to hold the hand upright, the pain will decrease. Here”, Louisa restrained herself not to roll her eyes this time and instead opened the bottle and gave it to him with the pill.

“Thanks, that’s better. I saw you were making a tea, sorry that distracted you from enjoying a nice cuppa. I know— I know you had a tough week and this must be kind of… irritating, I’m really sorry. I’ll do a cuppa for you tomorrow if you don’t mind”, he slightly smiled with a guilty.

“I do, actually, otherwise we’re going to end up here again cause you were trying to burn yourself from the top to the bottom. Lamb will genuinely enjoy it, by the way”, she looked at him with a skeptically raised eyebrow, then dropped it back and sincerely smiled in response. Although she was smiling her face looked tired. Of work or of him, River preferred not to know.

“Right, um, yeah. The reputation speaks for me. Then I just- buy some milk as usual?”, and now River really looked like misbehaved puppy seeking for forgiveness.

“Can you just shut up, please? You don’t have to do anything just because you got injured and I’m with you here. Just stop finding yourself in another injury adventure”, automatically said Louisa and sighed staring blankly in a front of her, holding his good hand. They were sitting like this for the next couple of hours. River took a nap a few times already, his head has persistently fallen on Louisa’s shoulder and the injured hand was carefully lying onto the jacket mass on his laps.

Through the dreaming he suddenly heard his name - eventually a young female doctor called him from the end of the hall and invited to the x-ray. Louisa fell asleep as well, so he carefully, not to wake her, stood up. He was still a bit sleepy and unsteady when tried to put the jacket on the chair and accidentally touched it with the injured fingers. Louisa might have been sleeping but her ‘River-saving-caring’ instincts haven’t. He gasped of a sudden pain and silently swore under his nose.

“Shit. You alright?”, asked Louisa with a worry in her sleepy voice and one half-opened eye.

“Sorry, yeah, yeah, fine. Fuck. Didn’t mean to wake you up, I should to go to the x-ray”, he said, softly touching her shoulder as an apology, and followed the doctor.

He was back after all the unpleasant procedures in a half an hour wearing a splint on his hand which included both fingers to protect them from more damage. Louisa was still sleeping with his jacket under her head so he just silently sat here trying to gently wake her up with a slight touch to her arm.

“Uh, sorry, fell asleep. Wha— oh, wow. What did the doctor say?”, she rubbed hers eyes after a nap and stared at River’s injured hand, “Does it still hurt?”

“Just a bit, yeah. Unsurprisingly fractured but at least not separated from the hand which is always a possibility”, he chuckled, “There’ll be two left-handed MI-5 officers in our building for the next two weeks I guess”, with a frown River tried to figure out how to use his new hand with this bulky and silly construction now.

“Welcome to the club. There’re should be my old left-handed computer mouse somewhere in the office. And— don’t touch the kettle until you back to the right-handed club again, I really warn you. Taking a nap here doesn’t feel like luxury hotel bed, you know”, she wrinkled and stood up to stretch her numbed body while River was examining his fingers again, now wrapped in a splint until the next appointment.

“Are you going home or we stay here for the future cases in advance?”, she said yawning and giving him his jacket.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, just tired. Thank you, Louisa, I appreciate that. Always. Need to be more careful henceforth”, he sluggishly stood up and followed her, trying to put a jacket with one and a half working hand. When they aligned he wrapped his left arm around her fragile shoulders and they slowly headed towards the exit in silence looking for a fresh air outside.

That’s how one more day in Slough House’s life ended.

[kawaimoonshine]

🏹🎭Drowned In Emotion🎭🏹

[I'm semi active here lmao, just tryna be active here too and I'm too lazy to type things over so yeet]

So one day I was feeling like drawing/writing something angsty, so here we are

Fanart for @soundbluster-arts hope ya like it :D

The arrows got a meaning, can you guess what it is by the colours?

Okay I tell you, they represent the symbiotes that Soundy had lost and the emotional impact it had on him

I feel like Laserbeak's might've impacted a bit more which is why his arrow is bigger than the rest

I didn't dare to guess who else Soundy might've lost, so I only relied on the very old Soundwave and Ravage asks where this topic was in (I think they were one of the first ones? Flashbox literally interviewing them back then xD)

I gotta admit tho when I first time read those asks, I looked at Garboil and was like "who are you?" And for some reason kept mixing them up with either Slugfest or Overkill, like I was very confused when I tried to compare (the Soundwave ask post's Garboil and the reference sheet) who is who pretty much IGNORING the names (or thinking there might've been a "mistake", don't know which) lmao until now during the research did I understood that Garboil was de bird, DE BIRD XDD

But yea, in case you don't recognise the colour palettes, it's Laserbeak, Wingthing, Garboil and Buzzsaw (I had a little struggle choosing the palette for Wingthing as in don't know if I go with yellow, reddish brown or dark grey but ultimately decided to go with yellow despite it being kind of a highlight more than dominant colour)

This was also the first time I drew Soundwave in full body and I'm damn happy with it and this whole piece in general, I think I struggled with the legs tho xD and I also didn't know what to do with his right hand so now it's just kinda not really grabbing the arrow but just being there

Anyway, I should stop rambling before this gets too long xD guess I got a lot to talk about

~

SGP!Soundwave belongs to @soundbluster-arts

[tyranno-creative]

“Flashbox has long held suspicions about the performer, Feedback. His rise to the top of Cybertron’s music world has been just a little too quick, with his potential rivals getting involved in accidents just a little too conveniently. And now, with Feedback getting attention from top Autobot officials, it’s more important than ever that this intrepid Mini-Con importer get to the truth behind the lies.

Flashbox is more right than he could ever known, because Feedback is actually a member of the Cobalt Sentries, the elite Decepticon secret police. With access to Autobot Intelligence, he can gain knowledge of all Autobot deep cover agents in the Decepticon ranks. A “voice stealer”, Feedback’s entire “act” is made up of vocal patterns he’s stolen from victims, and just what he really sounds like is a complete mystery.”

The point of this digibash was to provide a new member for the Cobalt Sentries, whose ranks include only two other members. Since the Rumble version of this mold is already associated with Frenzy, I used the Rewind version instead.

Flashbox, meanwhile, is based on a generic Mini-Con from the Armada cartoon, who got a bio years later. I based him off of the Thrilling 30 version of Reflector.

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[lyrasky]

【Flashbax/ Oasis】和訳 解説 デキる男の本音 Successful Man's Real Design

【Flashbax/ Oasis】和訳 解説 デキる男の本音 Successful Man's Real Design #oasis #flashbox #allaroundtheworld #beherenow #noelgallagher #liamgallagher #paularthurs #オアシス #paulmcguigan #alanwhite #markfeltham #manchester #bournemouth #beach #dorset #johnnydepp #katemoss

人それぞれ自分にとって、ルーツと言える曲や���ンドがあるだろう。

Lyraにとっては、それはThe Doorsだ。

幼稚園の時にたまたまラジオから流れてきたThe Doorsの【 Break On Through】 ( 和訳 My Origin of Rock! 知覚の扉を開けた後 Lyrics)を聴いてRockの洗礼を受けたのだ。

そして色々な曲& バンドに夢中になった。

その中で『生きている中で好きになったバンド』(悲しいかな、Jim Morrison やJimi Hendrixのように好きアーティストが死んでるパターンが多過ぎなのよ)で、一番夢中になったのは、Oasisかもしれない。

「アタイ、燃え尽きたわ」と言うのは実はthee michelle gun elephantなんだが、振り幅がMax!は、Oasisがピークかも。

この先Oasisを超えの『ホの字』になれるバンドは、も…

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[the-locoman]

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[swamp-bumpkin]

Just finished a very productive session of Kenshi.

After a few false starts with the Wanderer start and not really getting into it, I instead tried the Slaves start, starting with a pair of characters as slaves of the Holy Nation in the mass slave camp Rebirth. On day 5 Ahkla managed to slip away, because by chance she managed to get work outside of the gate wall on a quarry vein behind the outside guard tower, out of view from everyone. She slipped away once night had fallen, then made her way to the lone shack, a small supply area for runaways left by the Flotsam Ninjas. After eating her fill for the first time in a long while and changing out of the camp uniform, she made her way to the Flotsam village and joined their cause.

Raime, my other character, tried to follow her footsteps many times, but got caught each time, until finally in desperation and with no other plans available to him, he decided to brute force it. On day 15 Under the cover of night he freed as many slaves as he could find and bum rushed one of the gates, as there were only 5 guards at each gate, and about 6 of them (many freed were unwilling to flee or tried to go it alone). In the end he, a shek lady named Beanhop, and another human named Flashbox managed to make it through. Flashbox went her own way, but Beanhop decided to stick with Raime out of loyalty for helping free her from Rebirth.

They found their way to the Lone Shack, and after licking their wounds and filling their stomachs they made their way to the Flotsam village, and Ahkla was finally reunited with Raime and introduced to Beanhop.

Now together, they will work with the Flotsam Ninjas to strike back against the Holy Nation, and one day free everyone in Rebirth.

And I am incredibly invested in this story that I’ve made now.

[emziess]

River Cartwright versus a flashbox Slow Horses

[kk-is-kewi]

They figured out how to use the camera their older brother brought along from his trip-

Tonen doesn't seem to like it, Shan and Tia on the other hand quite enjoy it-,,,

Translation: Figured out how to use the flashbox!

I've been using more bases than usual HHHH why,

Someone know the base?? If so I'd gladly appreciate the halp to credit them ;w;

[broken-clover]

I didn’t get any mermay requests, so I suppose I’ll just be trying to do some scattered ficlets with different characters. If anyone does end up thinking of something they’d like to see, I’d still he happy to do it!

This is is a another story concept I have to credit to my friend @mama-nana, who suggested the concept of lamprey!Slayer and his pointy teeth being beloved by the local edgy goth kids. 

-

“Yo, JC, check this one out!”

Slayer was always amused by the strangers who came to see him from the other side of the magic wall. They came in such a fascinating variety of shapes and designs. While they largely lacked fins, he found their propensity for self-decoration incredibly charming. All of them draped their bodies in a variety of colors, sometimes even adorned with shiny stones in their bodies. He wondered what it would be like to possess such ornaments.

“Woah, wicked! Look at those teeth!”

He noticed that a significant amount of the strangers who came to visit him liked to dress similarly. While others enjoyed wearing every color of the rainbow, these ones preferred black and red- definitely a good choice, in his opinion, however biased it was. They were bigger than the smallest but smaller than the biggest- juveniles, perhaps? Certainly younger-looking than he was. Some were very pale and quiet, while others had wild, spiked hair and liked making noise. They all seemed fond of metal decorations in their skin, just about everywhere they could possibly manage. Slayer could only assume they had to be the same breed, despite the slight differences.

“Hold the camera, Snake! I wanna get a photo!

Slayer had been swimming back and forth up until then, but he decided to swim closer to the magic wall. One stranger broke off from their group and approached him. They seemed an interesting fellow, with pitch-black lips and several metal decorations in their nose and ears. 

They seemed happy that he was interested in them. “Check it out! Think it likes me?”

“Pfft. No way, man. Probably just likes your studs. Fish are supposed to like shiny things right?”

“It’s a lamprey, dumbass.” The one by the wall pointed a finger at the plaque. “See? ‘European River Lamprey’”

Another one rolled their eyes. “A lamprey is a kind of fish, dumbass”

“Maaan, whatever. Just take the picture!”

Slayer watched them make a peculiar gesture with both hands, curling them into fists before straightening out their pinkies and index fingers. They raised both hands towards the rest of their group and thrust their tongue out. “Oh yeah! Check me out! Do I look cool?”

He was used to watching strangers pose by his space, though he was never sure if he was supposed to do anything about it. Most of them seemed perfectly happy with him swimming by or simply watching, but if the black-and-white strangers were a different breed than the rest, did they have different customs?

How curious. One of their group raised a flashbox (also black, naturally) and pointed at the two of them. Yet another odd habit of the strangers, flashing lights at him. He didn’t understand the concept behind it. But humoring them seemed polite. Everyone else was grinning, so he bared his razor-sharp teeth, too.

“Wo-ho-hoah!!” The group immediately burst into wider grins and an assortment of laughter. “Check out those fuckin’ fangs, man!”

“Wicked!”

The one by him eased his posing momentarily to look over his shoulder, then turned back to strike an even more enthusiastic pose. “Hell yeah! Snake, take the pic!”

The flashes soon followed, as expected. They immediately ran back to their group, which clustered around the one with the flashbox to chatter and whoop among themselves. “That is so friggin cool!” They said, beaming almost as brightly as their metal decorations. “Text it to me! I can’t wait to show my mama!”

Slayer merely watched in amusement. He never understood the strangers’ bizarre customs, but he always enjoyed amusing them so.

[deebeeus]

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[maheshmankar]

Chocolate brownie #gazebo #pimplesaudagar #flashbox #puneinstagrammers #helpost #maheshmankar #pune (at The Gazebo World of Veg)