#gerald hinde

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Curiosity

A lion cub wanders toward the photographer, who was in a parked vehicle, at Greater Kruger National Park in South Africa. 

by Gerald Hinde

Wildlife Photographer of the Year People’s Choice Award

[eminsunnytoons123]

The muppets Show: Life in the boarding home

Things you may or may not noticed in my muppets characters redesigns!

Disclaimer: i'll even Make more parts of these, but for now i wanna share this with all my besties/Sisters And brothers/pen pals And all other muppet fans

Okay! Soo... Heres some things i wanted to Show you some details in my muppets characters redesigns that you may or may not have notice =^_^=

Lets start!:

Number 1: Kermit actually has webbed Hind hands like an normal frog, but you cant see it because he is wearing gloves, he might even have webbed Hind feet because he clearly IS a frog

Number 2: fozzie has lighter palms, i dont know how i came up with this idea but i thought it suits him very well

Number 3: Lips actually has heterochromia, like two different eye colors, but others cant see it because his eyes are almost ALWAYS closed, but the first person except for his mother, sister and Grandma to see it, are dr teeth And the electric Mayhem

Number 4: Walter has blonde highlights over his Brown hair, he did not dye it, those are his actual highlights (in my AU.)

Number 5: miss mousey has black-blonde hair, but her actual hair color is blonde but she puted a little blonde-yellow color over it

Number 6: Zoot's feather on his hat represents the colors of the bisexual flag, And he is one of the current muppets to Show his sexuality through his clothes, the other few being gonzo, Rizzo, Clifford, Lindbergh, digit, Janice, Skeeter, cliffster And beard

I hope y'all liked these! I'll maybe make more tommorow =^///^=

Oh! And i'll give all of the muppets surnames! But there are some muppets who already have surnames, And those are:

• Marvin suggs, Johnny fiama, sal minella, Lew Zealand, miss piggy (piggy Lee), Floyd pepper, dr teeth (Gerald teeth jr), dr bunsen honeydew, dr Julius strangepork, link hogthrob, Mildred huxetetter, zelda rose, dr Phil van neuter...

And i'll give the other muppets surnames! Even tho most of them have "the" in the middle but still =^_^=

And yes, thats me holding Kermit's hand in the first Doodle =^///^=

[vuelode-irbis]

I found a really cool book at my university's library and decided to do an study of this beast that was in one page (photo is by Gerald Hinde, according to the book's cover).

The book is titled Cats of Africa: behaviour, ecology and conservation, by Luke Hunter.

ID: a drawing of a caracal looking up with its mouth open, its only shown from the neck and up. The lineart of the drawing was made in a notebook, and the drawing was later scanned and colored digitally. The background is completely green. End ID.

[wankerwatch]

Commons Vote

On: Passenger Railway Services Bill (Public Ownership) Bill: Committee: Amendment 14

Ayes: 111 (95.5% Con, 4.5% DUP) Noes: 362 (97.0% Lab, 2.5% Ind, 0.6% SDLP) Absent: ~177

Day's business papers: 2024-9-3

Likely Referenced Bill: Passenger Railway Services (Public Ownership) Bill

Description: A Bill to make provision for passenger railway services to be provided by public sector companies instead of by means of franchises.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Commons Bill Stage: 3rd reading

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Conservative (106 votes)

Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alex Burghart Alicia Kearns Alison Griffiths Andrew Bowie Andrew Murrison Andrew Rosindell Andrew Snowden Aphra Brandreth Ashley Fox Ben Obese-Jecty Ben Spencer Bernard Jenkin Blake Stephenson Bob Blackman Bradley Thomas Caroline Dinenage Caroline Johnson Charlie Dewhirst Chris Philp Claire Coutinho Damian Hinds Danny Kruger David Davis David Mundell David Reed David Simmonds Desmond Swayne Edward Argar Edward Leigh Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gareth Davies Gavin Williamson Geoffrey Cox George Freeman Greg Smith Gregory Stafford Harriet Cross Harriett Baldwin Helen Whately Iain Duncan Smith Jack Rankin James Cartlidge James Cleverly James Wild Jeremy Hunt Jeremy Wright Jerome Mayhew Jesse Norman Joe Robertson John Cooper John Glen John Hayes John Lamont John Whittingdale Joy Morrissey Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Karen Bradley Katie Lam Kemi Badenoch Kevin Hollinrake Kieran Mullan Kit Malthouse Laura Trott Lewis Cocking Lincoln Jopp Louie French Mark Francois Mark Garnier Mark Pritchard Martin Vickers Matt Vickers Mel Stride Mike Wood Mims Davies Neil Hudson Neil O'Brien Neil Shastri-Hurst Nick Timothy Nigel Huddleston Oliver Dowden Patrick Spencer Peter Bedford Peter Fortune Priti Patel Rebecca Harris Rebecca Paul Rebecca Smith Richard Fuller Richard Holden Robbie Moore Robert Jenrick Saqib Bhatti Sarah Bool Shivani Raja Simon Hoare Steve Barclay Stuart Anderson Stuart Andrew Suella Braverman Tom Tugendhat Victoria Atkins Wendy Morton

Democratic Unionist Party (5 votes)

Carla Lockhart Gavin Robinson Gregory Campbell Jim Shannon Sammy Wilson

Noes

Labour (351 votes)

Abena Oppong-Asare Abtisam Mohamed Adam Jogee Adam Thompson Afzal Khan Al Carns Alan Campbell Alan Gemmell Alan Strickland Alex Baker Alex Ballinger Alex Barros-Curtis Alex Davies-Jones Alex Mayer Alex McIntyre Alex Norris Alex Sobel Alice Macdonald Alison Hume Alison McGovern Alistair Strathern Allison Gardner Amanda Hack Amanda Martin Andrew Cooper Andrew Gwynne Andrew Lewin Andrew Pakes Andrew Ranger Andrew Western Andy MacNae Andy McDonald Andy Slaughter Angela Eagle Anna Dixon Anna Gelderd Anna McMorrin Anna Turley Anneliese Dodds Anneliese Midgley Antonia Bance Ashley Dalton Baggy Shanker Bambos Charalambous Barry Gardiner Bayo Alaba Beccy Cooper Becky Gittins Ben Coleman Ben Goldsborough Bill Esterson Blair McDougall Brian Leishman Callum Anderson Calvin Bailey Carolyn Harris Cat Smith Catherine Atkinson Catherine Fookes Catherine McKinnell Catherine West Charlotte Nichols Chi Onwurah Chris Bloore Chris Curtis Chris Elmore Chris Evans Chris Hinchliff Chris Kane Chris McDonald Chris Murray Chris Vince Chris Ward Chris Webb Christian Wakeford Claire Hazelgrove Claire Hughes Clive Betts Clive Efford Clive Lewis Connor Naismith Connor Rand Damien Egan Dan Aldridge Dan Carden Dan Jarvis Dan Norris Dan Tomlinson Daniel Francis Danny Beales Darren Paffey Dave Robertson David Burton-Sampson David Pinto-Duschinsky David Smith David Taylor Dawn Butler Debbie Abrahams Deirdre Costigan Derek Twigg Diana Johnson Douglas Alexander Douglas McAllister Elaine Stewart Ellie Reeves Elsie Blundell Emily Darlington Emily Thornberry Emma Foody Emma Lewell-Buck Euan Stainbank Fabian Hamilton Fleur Anderson Florence Eshalomi Frank McNally Gareth Snell Gareth Thomas Gen Kitchen Gerald Jones Gill Furniss Gill German Gordon McKee Graeme Downie Graham Stringer Grahame Morris Gregor Poynton Gurinder Singh Josan Harpreet Uppal Heidi Alexander Helen Hayes Helena Dollimore Henry Tufnell Ian Lavery Ian Murray Imogen Walker Irene Campbell Jack Abbott Jacob Collier Jade Botterill Jake Richards James Asser James Frith James Naish Janet Daby Jayne Kirkham Jeevun Sandher Jeff Smith Jen Craft Jenny Riddell-Carpenter Jess Asato Jess Phillips Jessica Morden Jessica Toale Jim Dickson Jim McMahon Jo Platt Jo Stevens Jo White Joani Reid Jodie Gosling Joe Morris Joe Powell Johanna Baxter John Grady John Healey John Slinger John Whitby Jon Pearce Jon Trickett Jonathan Brash Jonathan Davies Jonathan Hinder Josh Dean Josh Fenton-Glynn Josh MacAlister Josh Newbury Julia Buckley Julie Minns Juliet Campbell Justin Madders Karin Smyth Karl Turner Kate Osamor Kate Osborne Katie White Katrina Murray Keir Mather Kerry McCarthy Kevin Bonavia Kim Johnson Kim Leadbeater Kirith Entwistle Kirsteen Sullivan Kirsty McNeill Laura Kyrke-Smith Lauren Edwards Lauren Sullivan Laurence Turner Lee Barron Lee Pitcher Leigh Ingham Lewis Atkinson Liam Byrne Liam Conlon Lilian Greenwood Lillian Jones Linsey Farnsworth Liz Kendall Liz Twist Lizzi Collinge Lloyd Hatton Lola McEvoy Louise Haigh Louise Jones Lucy Powell Lucy Rigby Luke Akehurst Luke Charters Luke Murphy Luke Myer Margaret Mullane Marie Tidball Mark Ferguson Mark Hendrick Mark Sewards Mark Tami Markus Campbell-Savours Marsha De Cordova Martin Rhodes Mary Glindon Mary Kelly Foy Matt Bishop Matt Rodda Matt Turmaine Matt Western Matthew Patrick Matthew Pennycook Maureen Burke Meg Hillier Melanie Onn Melanie Ward Miatta Fahnbulleh Michael Payne Michael Shanks Michael Wheeler Michelle Scrogham Michelle Welsh Mike Amesbury Mike Kane Mike Reader Mike Tapp Mohammad Yasin Nadia Whittome Natalie Fleet Natasha Irons Naushabah Khan Navendu Mishra Neil Coyle Neil Duncan-Jordan Nesil Caliskan Nia Griffith Nicholas Dakin Nick Smith Nick Thomas-Symonds Noah Law Oliver Ryan Olivia Bailey Olivia Blake Pam Cox Pamela Nash Pat McFadden Patricia Ferguson Patrick Hurley Paul Davies Paul Foster Paul Waugh Paula Barker Paulette Hamilton Perran Moon Peter Dowd Peter Kyle Peter Lamb Peter Swallow Phil Brickell Polly Billington Preet Kaur Gill Rachael Maskell Rachel Blake Rachel Hopkins Rachel Taylor Richard Baker Richard Quigley Rosie Duffield

Rupa Huq Ruth Cadbury Ruth Jones Sadik Al-Hassan Sally Jameson Sam Carling Sam Rushworth Samantha Dixon Samantha Niblett Sarah Champion Sarah Coombes Sarah Edwards Sarah Hall Sarah Jones Sarah Owen Sarah Sackman Satvir Kaur Scott Arthur Sean Woodcock Seema Malhotra Sharon Hodgson Shaun Davies Simon Lightwood Simon Opher Siobhain McDonagh Sojan Joseph Sonia Kumar Stella Creasy Stephanie Peacock Stephen Kinnock Stephen Timms Steve Race Steve Witherden Steve Yemm Sureena Brackenridge Tahir Ali Taiwo Owatemi Tanmanjeet Singh Dhesi Tim Roca Toby Perkins Tom Collins Tom Hayes Tom Rutland Tonia Antoniazzi Tony Vaughan Torcuil Crichton Torsten Bell Tracy Gilbert Tristan Osborne Uma Kumaran Valerie Vaz Vicky Foxcroft Warinder Juss Wes Streeting Will Stone Yasmin Qureshi Yuan Yang Zubir Ahmed

Independent (9 votes)

Apsana Begum Ayoub Khan Imran Hussain Jeremy Corbyn John McDonnell Rebecca Long Bailey Richard Burgon Shockat Adam Zarah Sultana

Social Democratic & Labour Party (2 votes)

Claire Hanna Colum Eastwood

[nightmaremp]

It was a dark night in New Orleans, the full moon was shining bright. Suddenly sounds of something screaming in pain filled the air for some hours before it stopped. It sounds like a mountain lion’s call but there is no mountain lion in New Orleans. No one dare to check what made the sound.

In the woods, a female werecheshirecat was laying on the soft grass as she pants. Her lime green fur that was covered in blunt orange stripes like a tiger shine in the moonlight. The green fur feline’s pink nose sniffed the air to scent for her mate or in case a predator is coming. Sounds of footsteps were coming close to her. The feline knows those footsteps, it was her mate, her husband.

The mate was a 17 feet tall weresmilodon. Brown spots cover his lime green fur, his orange nose sniffing the fresh air along with the scent of his mate. He spots her and walks over to her. The smilodon had some food for his lover, a bear that he had killed for her. “Thank you, Gerald” said Tina as Gerald set the bear in front of her to feast on.

“No problem, sweetheart,” he replied before looking down at her stomach. There were three little green fur balls, they were kittens. One has brown spots covering her small form, she was a werebobcat. Next he had orange spots and small saber like fangs, he was a weresmilodon like his father. The last one have orange stripes and small saber like fangs, he was a werecheshire smilodon.

They have a hybrid, they made a hybrid. This was a shock to Gerald but it wasn’t new due to his side of the family being mostly hybrids. The smilodon gently picked up the small hybrid and just held him. He was the size of a tiger cub, he was so small in his father’s paws.

Tears fell from his father’s eyes, tears of joy. The little kitten let out meows and purrs due to the comfortable feeling of his father. “He is beautiful,” the brown spotted smilodon said in joy. “He is, dear,” replied Tina with a soft smile.

“Have you thought of any names?” Gerald asked as he set the kitten back with the others to let them feed on milk. He softly smiles. His short tail wags in happiness. “Yes” replied his wife as she wiped some blood off her snout on the fur of the dead bear. “What are they?” he replied.

Tina points to the bobcat kitten. “Luna,” she said as she gently touched the kitten’s head. “Liam” the feline said as she pointed at the smilodon kitten. “And this one is Gerald Jr.” she added as she pointed to the hybrid kitten. Gerald smiles.

“I love it,” he replied. The cheshire cat smiles before eating the bear’s fresh meat. He joins in and starts to feast on the hind of the large mammal. The night was beautiful. New life was born under the beauty of the full moon. The start of a family that will strike fear into any wereanimals, animals, and wereanimal hunters.

[funpeacehappiness]

Andy Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe pop art piece

Unity and variety- Unity helps to give the artwork a sense of completeness. All the parts of the art work work together as a whole. Variety in art is the use of different elements to help create a dynamic and engaging piece.

GC Myers, “Air Pastoral”

Balance- creates stability and structure to the artwork, enhancing the message that the artist is conveying

 Still Life with Compotier, Pitcher, and Fruit, Paul Cezanne, 1892-1894

Emphasis and subordination- Emphasis and subordination work together by highlighting the most important part of the art work while downplaying the others, creating a more dynamic and impactful piece.

   "Storm on the Sea of Galilee"   Rembrandt van Rijn 1633

Directional force- helps create visual interest by guiding the viewer's eye along a particular path or direction. It creates movement and flow in their artwork.

 Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh

Repetition and rhythm- Rhythm is the visual movement or flow created by the repetition of elements. Repetition is the use of the same visual elements throughout the art piece.They  work together to create cohesion and flow in artwork.

Painting by  Georgia O’Keeffe

Scale and proportion- relate to size and relationship of elements. These elements influence the visual dynamics, balance and overall impact of artwork.

Jacob Lawrence, Going Home Figure 4.4

Jacob Lawrence’s artwork Going Home includes bold colors, strong lines, geometric shapes, patterns and repetition. Simplified and abstract forms are used to emphasize the scene. Some of the human figures are hunched over evoking emotion. The use of luggage suggests that there is travel involved.

 I love the colors green and blue. I love going to the beach because it is a calming place and the colors of the ocean are shades of greens and blues. These hues to me create a tranquil environment. The saturation of the colors change with the time of day, with the morning light bringing out the brightness of blues and greens , and  night bringing out the more calm blues of the ocean and sky. The colors blue and green give a sense of peacefulness. If I had to choose a color scheme for my life it would be around the different shades of blue and green, symbolizing calmness, balance, and harmony.

Art Project

Portrait -Curiosity by Gerald Hinde

In this photo the lion cub is curious about the photographer and starts to approach.As the cub wanders away, its mother keeps a watchful eye, demonstrating the constant protection the cub receives from her.

Landscape- By Tim Parkin

Hardcastle Crags, Hebden Bridge

Still life

This still life has a stick balancing on a stone, with a feather on one side and a stone on the other.The fact that the feather and stone sides are shown as having the same weight symbolizes that balance can be achieved through different methods. It also gives a view that appearances can be deceiving. This could suggest that strength or value is not always about physical weight or size, but rather about finding balance.

[writer59january13]

Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga...,

crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem crafted whey back when the following Gouda eye idea occurred while milking the cows.

Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably

burst asunder at the most inconvenient

opportunities such as driving Miss Daisy,

taking a shower, or using the bathroom.

Accursed ambition becoming a prolific

wordsmith (case in point Stephen King)

Woolworth riding, oddly lumbering

lackadaisical shoehorning out this

being from a self made gully. The jury

yet to decree if attempting to extricate

muss elf from tangled web of decades

old setbacks via literary output successful.

Every morning, noon and night, this chap

blunders, flounders, (like a phish out of water),

yet plod his shipshape reclusive quiet-natured

person along the boulevard of broken dreams.

Oft times, huff hind aye muss elf entering The

Dead Zone (bordering a Pet Sematary). Earlier,

a previous saunter found me surmounting

The Green Mile. Attendant in regard to these

Bag Of Bones, and Desperation to acquire

telephone contact with Cell phone quickens

pace despite Insomnia. No matter unexpected

Sleeping Beauties warrant kisses, my determination,

motivation, and slight trepidation occasionally breeds

(The Dark Half), doomsday facet deftly jackknifing lust.

Occasionally, a feeble goading simply under minds

any corporeal aim to restore endeavor to experience

Joyland. IT (creative juices within) spur meeting Rose

Red and her restorative powers. Onward atheistic

soldier goes this chap. No matter tipping point (vis

a vis hungry fatigued body clamors for Needful Things.

Revival (for food and sleep) frequently appears grim.

Downcast state of body, mind and spirit reinforced

by mirage. The Dark Tower looms ahead! Adjacent

to ominous evil looking structure silhouette casted

of a Black House. The initial ambition to ward off

abysmal results summon forth creative literary juices.

Simultaneously a migraine headache pounding pitted courtesy spluttering, nauseating, and foaming LIX spittle.

They hammer horrifically, ferociously, and diabolically.

Shades of shad rock Under The Dome. Ma noggin

Aches like The Tommyknockers! Every attempt to locate

a royal crowning coeval counterpart jinxed with laborious

ill luck. Hell in a handbasket plight usually generates

nostalgia for destiny to Carrie be back to Old Virginny.

Sage advice from Christine, Delores Claiborne, or The

Colorado Kid, yours truly blithely heeded. As a result

(The Outsider within this paperback writer wannabe)

sports defeat written all over face. Concomitant figurative

futility gussies and kickstarts leaving invisible pockmarks.

Ordinary Dreamcatcher fate invariably finds aptly named

Writer Errs Block. Need to back track arises (figuratively)

along vista. The roads have no name. They command

stubborn respect. Near impossible mission manifested

To transcend mental hindrance. This more difficult than

playing Gerald's Game. Hence sigh embrace The Shining

opportunity to avoid Misery. Doctor Sleep would undoubtedly

encourage braving, challenging self confronting The Eyes

Of The Dragon. Such a risky pursuit could force facing pitbull

Cujo. No matter gamble foisted prospect fraught frightfully

being burned at the stake by a Firestarter. Voluntary action

brings small hairs to tingle. Hunchback, sans severely curved

spine straightens. This (The Stand) ding pose offered supreme

vision as promised by The Talisman. Tidbits by me alias

Mr. Mercedes carefully just in case The Girl Who Loved

Tom Gordon chanced to stumble upon this redoubt versus

her hours spent staring at a blinking cursor. Metaphorical

po' wet tick feet took me where they would into the Shining and happy place called Willoughby located within the outer

limits of the twilight zone.

[cynsualc829]

Welcome to another show of musical deliciousness, and happy Tuesday to radio listeners everywhere. Please, join us in tuning in to The Smooth Jazz Kitchen Radioshow with Bruce Buege "Here I Go Again" on WPUR-DB PULSE INT'L RADIO, starting at 7 pm EST, 6 pm CST, 4 pm PST, and 11 pm UK time. The Listening Experience.

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The Smooth Jazz Kitchen Radioshow - Here I Go Again

00:00 Lemek - Let's Get Down

00:05 Michael Lington - South Bay

00:09 Michael Manson - On The Up And Up

00:13 Daryl Beebe - Caribbean Paradise

00:17 Ashleigh Smith - I Can't Help It

00:22 Christian de Mesones feat Jaared - Don Pedro

00:26 Konstantin Klashtorni - Close

00:30 Johann Asmundsson - Cool Ice

00:34 Mike Murray - Shaken Not Stirred

00:40 Gerald Albright - Frankie B.

00:46 Mark Portmann feat Warren Wiebe - Here I Go Again

00:50 R.L. Walker feat Gerey Johnson - Toe Tap

00:54 David Benoit - Kei's Song

01:00 Allen Hinds - Better Days

01:03 Claudia Hayden feat Eric Essix - Wifi

01:07 Paul Brown feat Euge Groove & Blake Aaron - More Or Les Paul

01:12 Ann Hampton Callaway - Stealin' Away

01:16 Michael Paulo - Here Is Happiness

01:22 Randal Clark - Moving Too Fast

01:25 Wayne Jones - Written Hour

01:30 Daniel Martina - Bimjo

01:35 Dave Baker feat Rich Kurtz - Message In A Bottle

01:40 Peet Project - Champagne Of My Life

01:44 Boney James - Memphis

01:49 Rick Habana feat Kim Scott - Shore Thing

01:52 Damien Escobar - Unthinkable

[meret118]

Though Lupron was invented in 1973, its manufacturer got patent extensions in 1989 by offering a slow-release version. Drugmakers commonly use this tactic to extend their exclusive rights to sell a product.

The development of Lupron Depot as an intramuscular shot that suppressed testosterone for months at a time improved patient compliance and also enabled its maker, Abbott Laboratories, and its Japanese partner, Takeda, to extend their patents on the drug into the 2000s, said Dr. Gerald Weisberg, a former Abbott scientist who has been critical of the company’s pricing policies.In subsequent years, Abbott and Takeda, in a joint venture called TAP Pharmaceuticals, steadily marked up the price of their slow-release product.

In 2000, the average wholesale U.S. price for a three-month shot was $1,245; currently that figure is $5,866. (It is manufactured in the U.S. by AbbVie now.)In the United Kingdom, where health care is generally free and Takeda sells the drug under the name Prostap, all physicians can purchase a three-month dose for about $260.

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Don't forget that republicans voted against negotiated drug prices and price gouging!

[screamscenepodcast]

Quatermass faces against the smog monster in QUATERMASS 2 (1957, Guest)!

How does this British "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" compare to the previous Quatermass film from 1955? Will Nigel Kneale get his way in recharacterizing the American iteration of his character? Will they blow up the asteroid in time to save Earth??

Context setting 00:00; Synopsis 34:55; Discussion 50:18; Ranking 1:10:44

[bssaz97]

The Grimm Hound tries to kidnap Oscar only for Gerald and the other Grimm pets to stop it before it gets away.

Jaune: Oscar! *draws Crocea Mors and revs up the Hoverbike*

Yang: Wait no! He’s using Oscar as a shield!

Jaune: Wait… is this one like…?

Ren: *points Stormflower at the Hound* Let him go!

The Hound: (growls and grunts) …..No.

Ren gasps in horror, both Yang and Jaune’s eyes widen in shock as well. This Grimm had not only exhibited a capacity for high intelligence, but also could speak.

The Hound begins to walk away with the unconscious boy in hand, but before it could move any further, it stopped in its tracks.

It smelled a new scent, several. They weren’t human or faunus. There were Grimm nearby….

*whistle*

“Oi dipshit!”

The Hound turns towards the direction of the voice and is immediately met with a can to the face. The offending object falls to the ground, clanging on to the street.

“Up here!”

The Hound looks up and sees that the voice was coming from up high on one of the light posts… from a Grimm parrot.

Eric: Ha! And they were saying you’s was smart! My beak! Can’t even dodge a tin can!

The Hound: (growls)

The Hound crouches down and instantly it leaps up at the light post in anger.

Eric: Oh shit! *flies away*

The Hound: (growls) *leaps to the ground*

Jaune: Eric?! What are you doing here?!

Eric: Asking myself the damn same question! AH! *avoids a swipe from the Hound* What the hell’s takin’ so long you big lug?! Get over here already!

The Hound is about to strike once more at the flying pest. But before he could, another scent appeared. It was approaching, no… charging. Fast!

Before it could react, the Hound gets rammed by a large mass that hits its left side, causing it to slides on the street.

The Hound shakes its head and looks forward, sniffing the air. This was another Grimm. A BIG one!

Rising on its two hind legs, the large mass reveals itself to be a larger than average Ursa Major.

But to some, it was referred only as-

Jaune: Gerald!

Gerald: *ROAR!*

Eric: *lands on another light post* About fuckin’ time ya got here! The hell took ya so dang long?

The Hound: (growls)

Gerald: (growls)

Gerald lands back to stand on all fours again, preparing for another charge.

The Hound having no patience to waste any more time here, it forced its body to contort until two wings formed on its back.

Leaping to the air, the Hound leaps into the air with Oscar and-

“SQUAK!”

The Hound growls as if feels one of its legs being held back, turning it meets the gaze of a very large Nevermore, staring at the Hound with its cockeyed gaze.

Jeremy: SQUAK!

With a mighty tug the Hound found itself being pulled along and thrown back towards the ground at high speeds.

*CRASH!*

The Hound: (groans and growls)

The Hound gets up, still holding onto the farm boy that its master wanted. It shakes head for any rumble off and before it can do anything else, the Hound gets leaped onto by a mere Beowul from behind.

Ben claws at the Hounds’ face and neck, then bites down onto its neck, causing the Hound to cry out in pain!

The Hound let out an angry roar! It reaches behind its back and grabs onto this damned traitor’s fur sinking its claws into its skin.

Ben: *Pained growl*

The Hound now having a tight hold of the Beowulf, flings the beast over its shoulders and into a nearby wall!

Ben: *pained whine*

The Hound: (growl) ...Bad Dog!

Ben struggles to get up, it lets out a howl but the Hound steps on his chest. The Hound lets out a loud roar to assert dominance, expecting the Beowulf to whimper or back down. What the Hound instead found was that the Beowulf stared coldly at the Hounds gaze, even going as far bare his teeth at it, showing it that there’d be no surrendering.

The Hound: …Foolish.

It cocks back its claw, planning to finish off this defiant Beowulf off once me for all.

But before it could, the Hound smelt a familiar scent. It found itself being rammed into again by that damned Ursa once again.

The Hound found itself being in a wrestling match with this Ursa, its overall size giving a clear advantage. It tries to claw at the Ursa’s sides but Gerald has been in many fights before with other Grimm, so his fur was thick and not so easily pierced.

Gerald slams the Hound into the ground and sinks his teeth into its muscular neck!

The Hound: *Pained Roar!*

Gerald doesn’t relent, and keeps biting until he tears a piece of flesh from the Hound’s neck!

The Hound lets out a howl of pain, slowly turning into a painful whine.

The Hound: …Finish… it.

Gerald spits out the flesh that he had in his mouth, he stares into the Hound, as it lays down vulnerable… weak.

Gerald: (growls)

The Hound feels the Ursa press it’s paw firmly against its body, leans down towards him and…

Grabs the unconscious Farm Boy from its grasp.

The Hound could do nothing, it lay there not having the strength to even fight back, having sustained such serious injuries from the many Grim that now surrounded it.

Gerald holds Oscar by his jacket collar, he releases another menacing growl towards the Hound, a warning.

Then after the Hound later it’s head back down, Gerald and his pack left the Hound on the ground in its shame.

Eric: I still think ya outta finish off that bastard by the way.

Gerald: (growl)

Eric: Oh don’t ya give me that! Ya know damn well that I ain’t crazy enough to try to finish the job myself.

Ben: (pants… barks!)

Eric: I was plenty useful! Given that I had ta distract his ass when you bastards were takin’ forever to get here.

Jeremy: SQUAK!

Eric: I hate all ya’s…..

Yang: Jaune. What the hell did we just see?

Jaune: Pretty sure it was a Grimm throw down.

Ren: But how did they know we were here?

Gerald: Rah! *drops Oscar in front of them*

Jaune: Instinct? Look, let’s just get Oscar out of here and continue to evacuate Mantle. Sound good?

Yang: Ok… man, am I glad we didn’t throw out the big guy when he was just a cub. Or his brothers.

Eric: *lands on her shoulders* Oh please. You wouldn’t be able to resist our good looks Toots.

Yang: *eyes turn crimson* Call me that again, and I’m turning you into fried Chicken…

Eric: Alright! Alright! Yeesh, and you’re supposed to be the funny one. *flies off her shoulder*

Gerald: Rahhh!

-Fin-

A/N: Never done a Grimm brawl of this magnitude before, I hope it reaches up to y’all’s standards. It was really fun to make this and hey, I’m glad that I was able to make something with Gerald and everyone in it again!

[wankerwatch]

Commons Vote

On: Passenger Railway Services Bill (Public Ownership) Bill: Committee: Amendment 17

Ayes: 113 (95.5% Con, 4.5% DUP) Noes: 372 (94.9% Lab, 2.4% Ind, 1.1% PC, 1.1% Green, 0.5% SDLP) Absent: ~165

Day's business papers: 2024-9-3

Likely Referenced Bill: Passenger Railway Services (Public Ownership) Bill

Description: A Bill to make provision for passenger railway services to be provided by public sector companies instead of by means of franchises.

Originating house: Commons Current house: Commons Bill Stage: 3rd reading

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Conservative (107 votes)

Alan Mak Alberto Costa Alex Burghart Alicia Kearns Alison Griffiths Andrew Bowie Andrew Murrison Andrew Rosindell Andrew Snowden Aphra Brandreth Ashley Fox Ben Obese-Jecty Ben Spencer Bernard Jenkin Blake Stephenson Bob Blackman Bradley Thomas Caroline Dinenage Caroline Johnson Charlie Dewhirst Chris Philp Claire Coutinho Damian Hinds Danny Kruger David Davis David Mundell David Reed David Simmonds Edward Argar Edward Leigh Gagan Mohindra Gareth Bacon Gareth Davies Gavin Williamson Geoffrey Cox George Freeman Graham Stuart Greg Smith Gregory Stafford Harriet Cross Harriett Baldwin Helen Whately Iain Duncan Smith Jack Rankin James Cartlidge James Cleverly James Wild Jeremy Hunt Jeremy Wright Jerome Mayhew Jesse Norman Joe Robertson John Cooper John Glen John Hayes John Lamont John Whittingdale Joy Morrissey Julia Lopez Julian Lewis Julian Smith Karen Bradley Katie Lam Kemi Badenoch Kevin Hollinrake Kieran Mullan Kit Malthouse Laura Trott Lewis Cocking Lincoln Jopp Louie French Mark Francois Mark Garnier Mark Pritchard Martin Vickers Matt Vickers Mel Stride Mike Wood Mims Davies Neil Hudson Neil O'Brien Neil Shastri-Hurst Nick Timothy Nigel Huddleston Oliver Dowden Patrick Spencer Peter Bedford Peter Fortune Priti Patel Rebecca Harris Rebecca Paul Rebecca Smith Richard Fuller Richard Holden Robbie Moore Robert Jenrick Saqib Bhatti Sarah Bool Shivani Raja Simon Hoare Steve Barclay Stuart Anderson Stuart Andrew Suella Braverman Tom Tugendhat Victoria Atkins Wendy Morton

Democratic Unionist Party (5 votes)

Carla Lockhart Gavin Robinson Gregory Campbell Jim Shannon Sammy Wilson

Noes

Labour (352 votes)

Abena Oppong-Asare Abtisam Mohamed Adam Jogee Adam Thompson Afzal Khan Al Carns Alan Campbell Alan Gemmell Alan Strickland Alex Baker Alex Ballinger Alex Barros-Curtis Alex Davies-Jones Alex Mayer Alex McIntyre Alex Norris Alex Sobel Alice Macdonald Alison Hume Alison McGovern Alison Taylor Alistair Strathern Allison Gardner Amanda Hack Amanda Martin Andrew Cooper Andrew Gwynne Andrew Lewin Andrew Pakes Andrew Ranger Andrew Western Andy MacNae Andy McDonald Andy Slaughter Angela Eagle Anna Dixon Anna Gelderd Anna McMorrin Anna Turley Anneliese Dodds Anneliese Midgley Antonia Bance Ashley Dalton Baggy Shanker Bambos Charalambous Barry Gardiner Bayo Alaba Beccy Cooper Becky Gittins Ben Coleman Ben Goldsborough Bill Esterson Blair McDougall Brian Leishman Callum Anderson Calvin Bailey Carolyn Harris Cat Smith Catherine Atkinson Catherine Fookes Catherine McKinnell Catherine West Charlotte Nichols Chi Onwurah Chris Bloore Chris Curtis Chris Elmore Chris Evans Chris Hinchliff Chris Kane Chris McDonald Chris Murray Chris Vince Chris Ward Chris Webb Christian Wakeford Claire Hazelgrove Claire Hughes Clive Betts Clive Efford Clive Lewis Connor Naismith Connor Rand Damien Egan Dan Aldridge Dan Carden Dan Jarvis Dan Norris Dan Tomlinson Daniel Francis Danny Beales Darren Paffey Dave Robertson David Burton-Sampson David Pinto-Duschinsky David Smith David Taylor Dawn Butler Debbie Abrahams Deirdre Costigan Derek Twigg Diana Johnson Douglas Alexander Douglas McAllister Elaine Stewart Ellie Reeves Elsie Blundell Emily Darlington Emily Thornberry Emma Foody Emma Lewell-Buck Euan Stainbank Fabian Hamilton Fleur Anderson Florence Eshalomi Frank McNally Gareth Snell Gareth Thomas Gen Kitchen Gerald Jones Gill Furniss Gill German Gordon McKee Graeme Downie Graham Stringer Grahame Morris Gregor Poynton Gurinder Singh Josan Harpreet Uppal Heidi Alexander Helen Hayes Helena Dollimore Henry Tufnell Ian Lavery Ian Murray Imogen Walker Jack Abbott Jacob Collier Jade Botterill Jake Richards James Asser James Frith James Naish Janet Daby Jayne Kirkham Jeevun Sandher Jeff Smith Jen Craft Jenny Riddell-Carpenter Jess Asato Jess Phillips Jessica Morden Jessica Toale Jim Dickson Jim McMahon Jo Platt Jo Stevens Jo White Joani Reid Jodie Gosling Joe Morris Joe Powell Johanna Baxter John Grady John Healey John Slinger John Whitby Jon Pearce Jon Trickett Jonathan Brash Jonathan Davies Jonathan Hinder Josh Dean Josh Fenton-Glynn Josh MacAlister Josh Newbury Josh Simons Julia Buckley Julie Minns Juliet Campbell Justin Madders Karin Smyth Karl Turner Kate Osamor Kate Osborne Katie White Katrina Murray Keir Mather Kerry McCarthy Kevin Bonavia Kim Johnson Kim Leadbeater Kirith Entwistle Kirsteen Sullivan Kirsty McNeill Laura Kyrke-Smith Lauren Edwards Lauren Sullivan Laurence Turner Lee Barron Lee Pitcher Leigh Ingham Lewis Atkinson Liam Byrne Liam Conlon Lilian Greenwood Lillian Jones Linsey Farnsworth Liz Kendall Liz Twist Lizzi Collinge Lloyd Hatton Lola McEvoy Louise Haigh Louise Jones Lucy Powell Lucy Rigby Luke Akehurst Luke Charters Luke Murphy Luke Myer Luke Pollard Margaret Mullane Marie Tidball Mark Ferguson Mark Hendrick Mark Sewards Mark Tami Markus Campbell-Savours Marsha De Cordova Martin Rhodes Mary Glindon Mary Kelly Foy Matt Bishop Matt Rodda Matt Turmaine Matt Western Matthew Patrick Matthew Pennycook Maureen Burke Meg Hillier Melanie Onn Melanie Ward Miatta Fahnbulleh Michael Payne Michael Shanks Michael Wheeler Michelle Scrogham Michelle Welsh Mike Amesbury Mike Kane Mike Reader Mike Tapp Mohammad Yasin Nadia Whittome Natalie Fleet Natasha Irons Naushabah Khan Navendu Mishra Neil Coyle Neil Duncan-Jordan Nesil Caliskan Nia Griffith Nicholas Dakin Nick Smith Nick Thomas-Symonds Noah Law Oliver Ryan Olivia Bailey Olivia Blake Pam Cox Pamela Nash Pat McFadden Patricia Ferguson Patrick Hurley Paul Davies Paul Foster Paul Waugh Paula Barker Paulette Hamilton Perran Moon Peter Dowd Peter Kyle Peter Lamb Peter Swallow Phil Brickell Polly Billington Preet Kaur Gill Rachael Maskell Rachel Blake Rachel Hopkins Rachel Taylor Richard Baker

Richard Quigley Rosie Duffield Rupa Huq Ruth Cadbury Ruth Jones Sadik Al-Hassan Sally Jameson Sam Carling Sam Rushworth Samantha Dixon Samantha Niblett Sarah Champion Sarah Coombes Sarah Edwards Sarah Hall Sarah Jones Sarah Owen Sarah Sackman Satvir Kaur Scott Arthur Sean Woodcock Seema Malhotra Sharon Hodgson Shaun Davies Simon Lightwood Simon Opher Siobhain McDonagh Sojan Joseph Sonia Kumar Stella Creasy Stephanie Peacock Stephen Kinnock Stephen Timms Steve Race Steve Witherden Steve Yemm Sureena Brackenridge Tahir Ali Taiwo Owatemi Tanmanjeet Singh Dhesi Tim Roca Toby Perkins Tom Collins Tom Hayes Tom Rutland Tonia Antoniazzi Tony Vaughan Torcuil Crichton Torsten Bell Tracy Gilbert Tristan Osborne Uma Kumaran Valerie Vaz Vicky Foxcroft Wes Streeting Will Stone Yasmin Qureshi Yuan Yang Zubir Ahmed

Independent (9 votes)

Apsana Begum Ayoub Khan Imran Hussain Jeremy Corbyn John McDonnell Rebecca Long Bailey Richard Burgon Shockat Adam Zarah Sultana

Plaid Cymru (4 votes)

Ann Davies Ben Lake Liz Saville Roberts Llinos Medi

Green Party (4 votes)

Adrian Ramsay Carla Denyer Ellie Chowns Siân Berry

Social Democratic & Labour Party (2 votes)

Claire Hanna Colum Eastwood

[nightmaremp]

Gingersnaps au story:

It was late hours at the school. The cold night air was kept outside by the building but yet, it was still cold as ice inside. The two jocks of the football team were walking around. One has dark neon blue skin with dark orange hair. The other one is yellow skin with blonde hair.

They noticed a boy walking out and knew who he was. It was the nerd named Gerald Junior or just Junior. He was a chubby kid with short ginger hair. He wore glasses and had braces.His skin was lime green and had a light orange nose. His voice was like that of a mouse, quiet and a squeak comes out if you scare him. “Hey nerd!” shouted Jack, the dark orange hair jock. The nerd jumps and turns to the two jocks.

He was swearing a lot and breathing heavily as if he was in pain. “W..what do you two want?” replied the ginger hair male. Before Junior got an answer, Max, the blonde hair jock punched him in his fat stomach. He let out a painful squeak as he fell to the ground. Jack went up to the nerd and kicked him in the stomach. Junior let out a scream of pain.

“Look at you, useless nerd!” laugh Max. The ginger-haired male looks at the glass door and sees the full moon slowly rising in the night sky. Junior quickly got up and ran to the doors. He quickly runs outside and starts heading to an abandoned work site. Max and Jack quickly follow behind the nerd until they corner him inside the half builded workshed.

“Leave!” yelled the ginger hair male as he started to shake violently. “Why?” asked Jack in a joking tone. “What? Are you a werewolf” add on Max with a chuckle. Suddenly a loud sound of a spine filled the cold air and the scream of the nerd. Junior fell onto his knees and hands. His spine breaks and reforms. His face slowly and painfully transforms into the face of a smilodon that was taught in 7th grade.

Saber-like fangs grow from the top roof of his mouth. His back forms into a hutch and makes his shoulders bigger and bulge with muscles that could rip a bear in half. His ears turn into small round ears that you find on a tiger. His back legs pop and grow into long, thick muscles with hind legs that were built for hunting prey down. His hands grew bigger and the fingers grew longer with sharp claws on them.

A long tail grew out from his tail bone. His body was covered in lime green fur with blunt orange stripes on them. A light orange feline nose sniffed the air. The sounds of his bones breaking and reforming, and his painful screams filled the air. His clothes were ripped and laying on the cold ground. His body grew to the size of three rhinos.

The two jocks look on in horror and fear. They wanted to run away but they couldn’t due to the fear holding them in their spots. The werecheshiresmilodon roar up to the sky then look at the two jocks with a snarl that shows it sharp teeth and the two saber like fangs. The blonde hair jock quickly starts to run out of the half built building. The feline chased after him.

Max quickly tried to run away but the nerd was too fast. He caught up with him. The oversized feline pinned him to the ground. The cheshire smilodon starts to bite into the back of the blonde hair jock. Max screams in pain until the nerd ripped his spine and lungs out. His corpse lay on the ground as the feline feast on it. Jack looks on in horror as he watches his friend getting eaten by the nerd that they have bullied for years.

The dark orange hair male slowly tried to walk out of the building but he stepped on some glass that was laying on the ground. A loud sound of glass breaking filled the air. Junior turns his head, his face covered in Max’s blood.

Jack quickly started to run and made it out of the building. The feline was still hot on his tail. He quickly tripped over a tree root which hurt his ankle. When he looked back, he was face to face with the werecheshiresmilodon. The feline roared in his face before it bit his face. The nerd dug into his face like rock candy. Suddenly a gun shot was heard then Junior felt something hitting his back.

He started to feel sleepy until he fell to the ground, asleep. Arlo walked out some blushes. Arlo was Junior’s dad’s friend. He was a komondor mixed with a dalmatian with dark red locks of hair that cover his eyes. Arlo was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans. He had a gun with him to use to put Junior asleep until he could get him to his parents’ home.

He carefully pulled the feline to the back of his truck. The hound carefully placed the feline in a cage and made sure it was locked. The hound got into his truck and started to drive to his friend’s house.

“Let’s get you back to your parents, they must be worried sick” said Arlo as he drove out of the woods.

[mshermia]

No. 03 - Nothing Left To Lose - Part I

Whumptober Prompt No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY

Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

The reversal of the Snap added 3.5 billion people back to Earth’s population. 3.5 billion more people to house somewhere, 3.5 billion mouths to be fed, 3.5 billion people who return to a world that was not expecting them to ever come back.

In the aftermath of the victory over Thanos, Peter Parker finds himself in a bit of a situation. Instead of helping the "little guy", what is he supposed to do when the "little guys" start helping themselves to the property of others. Tony finds out that his billionaire status doesn't really help that particular situation.

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I'm using my own Fix-it to Endgame "Like You'd Know How It Works" as a basis for the timeline, though the prompt will work fine without having read that story. The important part is, that Tony's not dead.

Baseline: 2 weeks after Tony is brought back from the multiverse.

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People never did tell you what it would feel like to come back from the dead. Possibly because people had very little experience with things like that. The odd person being found after they had gone missing for a long time, maybe even been presumed dead, that was one thing. Something like that might happen from time to time. But full-on coming-back-from-the-dead? Well, Tony had always been a pioneer when it came to living through the weirdest shit.

To be fair, to him it wasn't a resurrection per se. He hadn't been dead after all, just his other-dimensional self. Well, just... And the other version of him remained quite dead still, thank you very much, and in all honesty, he wasn't anywhere close to being cool with all that yet. Possibly ever. So there was no way he'd let that big brain of his even start to muse over what was basically his corpse that lay buried not too far off their house. Chances were, he'd never be cool with thinking about that part. So, he didn't. Didn't think about it. Didn't talk about it. Just waiting for it to go away. Which it would. In a few years. 50, give or take.

He rubbed both hands across his face, an active effort for his brain to change the channel. He was supposed to be paying attention to the furry beasts in front of him.

"Seriously, Gerald, you're acting as if it wasn't in your best interest to keep your neck un-wrung. Fluffy, Tiny, let's go."

Gerald didn't like the barn. He was used to grazing wherever and whenever he wanted, nobody's schedule to follow. A free spirit after Tony's own taste. But there was a reason why their stock had grown from one fairly independent alpaca to a flock of three. Damn poachers. Or rogue hunters. Something along those lines, he hadn't inquired in that much detail. They had decimated the two herds in the near-by village, only Gerald's new barn-mates had been able to flee.

And apparently, the Stark's had expanded their life-saving services to the community's life stock now. Well, Pepper had decided they would and Tony wasn't going to question whatever it was that made Pepper happy, not any time soon. His family was the only thing that mattered now. Not the village's life-stock-politics, not any kind of politics. He had retired from everything that didn't directly involve making the people he loved forget about that little death-mishap.

Tony grimaced to himself. Semi-officially retired at least. Yes, in the long run, he was likely to consult for the team and there was always Peter's neighborhood-avenging to support. He'd never leave the Spiderling hanging, no pun intended. But right now, there was some healing he had to supervise. Emotional healing that could only be done with lots of hugs and kisses. With hot chocolate by the fire and glasses of cold wine by the lake. With breakfast in bed and comfy afternoon board game sessions. With nights spent sitting next to his kids' beds, for their benefit of course, not just his own. That was why he had come back with his little protegee after all. For them. And Tony would do whatever it would take, even if it involved wangling three alpacas at once.

Those very alpacas who were very reluctant to move into the barn. Even with how remote the cabin lay, they weren't safe outside anymore, not with the sun slowly setting in the west. But all the pulling on Gerald's head-collar just didn't get him moving, not until Pepper took pity on her dear husband and lent a hand. While she was pulling on the leash, Tony was pushing against the stubborn buck's backside. Alpacas didn't usually tend to kick with their hind legs. That was horses... right?

He groaned, rolling his stiff neck from one side to the other as the gate clicked shut behind Pepper. "Remind me again... Why did we agree to this?"

Pepper didn't bother to send him a scolding look as she wrapped the security seal around the gate's locking mechanism. "Because we're good neighbors?"

"We are?" He smelled like damp fur. When did wet fur and barn animals become his life? "Since when exactly? Was there a house meeting? Did I miss it?"

"Mh... do you need a reminder of the process of negotiation?" She took a step towards him, one hand in his shirt pulling him close against her, their lips almost close enough to touch. "You smell like wet alpaca."

He pulled in an affronted gasp. The hand that was still holding his shirt pushed him away from her, her lips stretched wide in amusement. "Come on, Cesar. Maybe I'll remind you after a hot shower."

"Hey!" He followed after her. "Cesar? Really? First of all, Gerald is not a dog, second... how about during the hot shower?" He had caught up with her, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "I could think of a couple of other things that—"

"Boss." Tony froze as FRIDAY's voice rang in his earpiece. "Captain Rogers is on the line."

"Oh, but whyyy?" He cringed, not just because it was evident from Pepper's face that whatever road that moment had been leading them down on, was gone. Replaced by the kind of dread he was supposed to shield her from.

"He is asking to speak to you. Immediately."

As Tony groaned again, Pepper blew out a shaky breath. "Everything okay?"

He only pulled a frown as he told FRIDAY to put the man through and didn't bother with any niceties. "What's going on?"

"We need you." Rogers' voice was low and solemn.

"Excuse me? I'm retired." The nonchalant quip was second nature to him but he couldn't deny that the Captain's voice gave him the creeps.

Pepper stepped a little closer and whispered a pained "No!", worry radiating off her like someone had flipped a switch.

"Yeah, we don't really have time for that right now, Tony." Rogers seemed even less inclined to take Tony's demeanor in stride than he usually was. "It's your pet project."

Deep down, Tony had suspected something like this. They knew not to call him for anything but this. "What happened?"

"He's in the middle of a bit of a situation. You need to get here. Now."

"Tony, what's going on?" The way Pepper's hand curled painfully tight around his wrist, she seemed to instinctively know what was up.

There should be a process, how he made those decisions. There should be but in all honestly, it was likely redundant since there was no question as to what he would do if the kid was in trouble. Whenever the kid was in trouble. He didn't hesitate, not even for a second thought. "I'm sorry, honey." He pressed a kiss on Pepper's cheek - any light-hearted banter about alpaca-smell forgotten - as he tapped the nano housing unit hidden underneath his shirt.

"Gotta make sure the kid's safe." He pried Pepper's fingers off his arm. "I'm sorry, honey."

The thrusters engaged before Pepper could draw a breath to argue. He was so retired. He was so retired and they all knew that. It could only mean one thing: the kid was in deep shit.

His heart was racing. This shouldn't even be happening. The kid... he had given the kid the best protection anyone could imagine. The Iron Spider had held up against the ugly purple Grape. Nothing on Earth could... he swallowed hard. He had just been back for a couple of weeks. He was just getting some normalcy back. His family.

Time seemed to crawl by as he shot across the New York sky. The route took him straight to the coordinates that FRIDAY had extracted from Peter's suit. Tony had sent out a call to the kid. When Peter didn't answer he sent out another. This one Peter rejected outright. Still too far out to access the team's comms, Tony and his thoughts had another couple of minutes to imagine the worst until they finally arrived in Queens.

The location was a rather unremarkable looking warehouse, some windows smashed, a couple of doors off its hinges. A little more prominent was the number of police cars parked around the property. There were at least 12 of them, more sirens approaching from the distance. None of them attempted to intervene or even talk to him after the suit had touched ground within the police's perimeter and he made to walk into the building. The picture that presented itself in front of him didn't match what Tony had been expecting. Not in a good way. In fact, it came very close to giving him a heart attack that was going to get in the way of all the supervised healing he still had to do.

Rogers and Barnes in full Super-Soldier outfits stood opposite his boy. His boy had his back turned toward his teammates and stood smack in the middle between them and a whole group of people, their faces mostly covered with scarfs or other contraptions. Some of them were frozen, eyes wide as they were staring at the Avengers in front of them. Others behind them were quietly emptying the shelves of the warehouse. Boxes upon boxes were ripped open and their content vanished in backpacks and large carrier bags. One of the looters however had a very tight grip on a middle-aged dude, a handgun pressed against the man's temple.

Tony froze where he stood, still hidden in the shadows of the entryway.

"...and I get that." Peter's arms were stretched wide. One in front of him at the crowd of people, the other towards Rogers and Barnes like he was urging them to stay back. "This is just not the way to do it, okay?"

With a pressing need for more information, Tony's eyes roamed across the warehouse. Besides the guy on his knees with the gun to his head, a few more people - he counted 10 of them - had been cuffed to three of the large storage shelves. Only a couple of people were standing guard over them. Most of the other intruders were busy stuffing their bags with everything they could— Food. It had just dawned on Tony what was stored within this facility. Canned goods and boxes of what looked like pasta, beans, or rice. These people were stealing food.

"You get it? You don't get anything!" It wasn't the guy screaming those words, just someone else in the crowd, a young woman. "When's the last time you had a warm meal, huh? We came back to nothing!"

"You have every right to be angry." The kid had turned a little away from the hostage, his arm still signaling for calmness. "Coming back to this was a shock. For me too, okay? But this... you don't want to do this. Just... just take the food and you can let him go, okay? This isn't you!" Tony's eyes shot back towards his Spiderling, frowning. "This is— hey... stop! Don't!"

The guy with the gun was pulling on the hostage's shirt, forcing him to balance himself a little more upright on his knees, squirming in his hold.

Rogers had shuffled a little closer. "You don't want to do anything rash now, son."

"Fuck off, traitor," the man spat back at the Captain.

"Stop, just..." Peter's eyes were still on the hostage and his abductor. "I told you to leave, Captain! You're not helping!"

"Spider-Man—" Rogers was interrupted, Peter's voice echoing off the warehouse walls.

"I said, leave!" The boy almost seemed to be panting.

"FRI," Tony whispered inaudible to anyone else because of his suit. "Vitals on the kid."

His heart rate was high, unnaturally high for Peter even during a mission. A close-up provided by FRIDAY confirmed that the boy's hands were positively shaking.

"I can help you, okay?" The kid swallowed hard. "I know that you wouldn't do this if you didn't have to. I can help you and I will, but you have to let this man go. Please."

The group's leader turned from Rogers back to the boy. "You don't know shit about what we want! People are dying because of this jackass! Because of people like him!"

The guy's eyes had found Tony and that seemed to be his cue to advance out of the shadows.

"What the fuck is this, Robin Hood?" Eyes still studying the scene in front of him, a murmur went through the crowd.

Peter spun around, his spider-eyes wide as he looked straight at Tony. "No, no, no, no, no!" He mumbled, his voice echoing in Tony's earpiece.

"You know I can still hear you on the comms, right?" Tony shook his head, sticking to the team-only communication himself now. "Kid... what the fuck is going on?"

"It's... it's fine." Peter's head spun back and forth between Tony and the looters. "Just go home. I got it all under control!"

Tony kept his eyes on the kid, fighting the urge to step any closer. "The dude over there has a gun pointed at this other dude's head. Nothing about this looks like anything's under control. Can we just..." Tony dipped his head to the corner of the room.

"How about I drop, erm..." Peter swallowed hard, still looking back and forth between Tony and the ongoing hostage situation. "I can just drop by when I'm done with all this, okay?"

"How about no?" Tony made a face even though behind the face-plate, it was only for his own benefit. "How about you web this dude up and get some actual control of the situation instead?"

"I got this!" Peter's voice walked a tight rope between urgency and badly suppressed panic. "Just go home, Tony! Please, please just leave!"

There wasn't much that could stun Tony Stark at this point, but an outright dismissal by his intern slash mentee would do it. "Excuse me, did you just—"

"Get the fuck away from us!" Tony's eyes shifted to the looters behind the kid, the guy with the gun was getting antsy. "This is none of your business!"

To Tony's right still a little ahead of him, Rogers inched a step closer to the scene. "Let's just stay calm and figure this thing out, hm?"

"S-stay back!" Another guy from the crowd of looters stepped a little closer toward the main action. He, too, was holding a gun though his arm was dangling loosely next to his body. At a closer look, Tony could spot quite a few weapons, shotguns, knives, and bats in the hands of everyone not currently ransacking those shelves. The group was made up out of a variety of different people, young and old, he could even see some children stuffing tote bags in the back. It was starting to dawn on him, why neither Peter nor the two Super-Soldier's to Tony's right had jumped in guns blazing, not yet.

A whole group of seemingly normal people brought their children to loot this warehouse for all the food they could carry. All of a sudden, the decimated numbers of his neighbor’s alpaca flock left him with a different kind of headache. There seemed to be more to this than he was presently privy to.

Tony cleared his throat, speaking to the whole room. "Unless you want to eat this dude, too, how about we talk about some of your demands, hm? Find a compromise everyone is happy with and nobody gets hurt over?"

For a second, the man's gun twitched towards Tony before he pressed it back against the temple of the man kneeling in front of him. "Shut the fuck up, you murderer."

Ouch. Tony pursed his lips. He hadn't heard that one in a long time.

"Hey!" Peter stepped closer to the crowd, clearly an attempt to shield Tony from their view. "Watch your fucking mouth, asshole."

His jaw popped open and Tony was quick to make an abortive motion towards Rogers and Barnes to stop them from advancing like the kid had done. This was escalating quickly.

"Of course, you're protecting your sugar daddy, you insect. You stopped being a hero when you started wearing this guy's fancy suits. You don't give a shit about us! You haven't in a long time!"

The Spiderling flinched back from the open hatred spewed at him. "I... that's not..." He shook his head, pulling in deep breaths. "I don't want to hurt you, okay? I want to help. We can still all walk away from this."

"Hurt us?" The young woman's voice from before was shaking but still rang harshly through the otherwise quiet building. "We haven't eaten in 2 weeks! We have no place to stay, nowhere safe to sleep!" She pointed a hand at the man on his knees in front of her accomplice. "People like him are selling the little food that is left in the city for 10 times the regular price. We have no money! Nobody helps us!"

"We're here to help now, young lady." Rogers' deep voice always rang with such sincerity, they could only hope it would convince at least some of them. "What you're doing right now is not going to help you!"

"You're not helping us, you want to help him." She pointed at the man on his knees in front of them. "You care more about his property than about the fact that we're starving!"

"Right now," Barnes' low growl surprised Tony more than most of the things happening around them. "We care more about the gun that your buddy there is pointing at the man's head, darling."

"I'm not your darling, jackass!" She spat at Barnes.

"Stop. Stop this." Peter sounded almost scared. "Please."

"He doesn't deserve this kind of money." She barked out before her eyes landed on Tony. "Nobody does."

Tony's eyes stuck with the young woman, his mind racing. Money... was that what they wanted the guy for? His money or plain revenge... maybe a little bit of both. Time to find out what their priorities were.

"You want to take all this out on someone, huh? Alright, Let's do that. How about you let the civilian go and take this up with a bigger fish, hm?"

"No." Peter spun around. "What are you doing? Don’t!"

Tony got a step closer, his focus shifting back to the man that was the group's apparent leader.

To Tony's undeniable satisfaction, the guy's feet shuffled back a couple of inches though his eyes never strayed from Tony. "While you're hiding behind your tin can?"

He had expected as much and his hand was ready to fly up and tap the nano-housing unit. Jaw set, his PR mask in place, the nanites retract just enough for Tony to exit the suit, leaving his armor behind him but still perfectly ready to engage if necessary.

"Stop!" Peter's voice was far from strong now, only a panicky high-pitched squeak. "Mr. Stark, don't!"

Rogers was next to Tony with a couple of long strides, his voice low. "What do you think you're doing?"

Tony cleared his throat before he dragged his gaze away from the looters towards the Captain. "Hostage negotiations?"

"Put that suit back on!" Rogers growled next to him. "That's not why I asked you here."

"You asked me to help." Tony was holding his hands up just below his shoulders, fingers spread wide. "So, I'm helping."

Roger's chest was heaving with deep long breaths. "Getting yourself killed is not helping, Tony."

"I'm not getting myself killed." He had his eyes still steeled on the group leader, careful not to be caught off guard by a trigger-happy hippie. "I'm taking a calculated risk."

"No, you're not." The Captain's hand shot out, holding Tony back with a strong grasp on his arm. "If anyone will be offered up to trade places it—"

"I don't think your bank account will be as attractive to them as mine," Tony hissed. "No offense, Capsicle." He pulled his arm free from Rogers' hold and advanced a few more steps before the kid could get a hold of him. "So, here I am. Let this dude go."

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Thank you guys for reading!

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I'm always happy to hear everyone's predictions and theories, so let me know how you think Peter and Tony might get out of this one in the comments. Likes and Reblogs are really appreciated!

Hope you liked it! More whump and more for this timeline will come soon! You can find more from this timeline on my WIP Page.

The Fix-it this is based on: Like You'd Know How This Works

[brokehorrorfan]

The Kiss of the Vampire will be released on Collectors Edition Blu-ray on July 14 via Scream Factory. Mark Maddox designed the new cover art; the original poster will be on the reverse side.

Produced by Hammer Films, the 1963 British horror film is directed by Don Sharp (Psychomania) and written by Anthony Hinds (Dracula Has Risen from the Grave). Clifford Evans, Noel Willman, Edward de Souza, Jennifer Daniel, and Barry Warren star.

The Kiss of the Vampire played as Kiss of Evil on American television. Extras will be announced at a later date, but Scream Factory confirms a new transfer is in the works.

Lost on the way to their honeymoon, a young couple stumbles upon a mysterious family of vampires and their unspeakably evil leader. When a wrong turn leaves newlyweds Marianne and Gerald Harcourt stranded in a remote Bavarian forest, they have no choice but to accept the hospitality of the hypnotic Dr. Ravna, distinguished lord of a nearby castle. Ravna uses his "children" to lure the newlyweds to his lair, and soon they are plunged into a nightmare of horror and deception from which there may be no escape. Their only hope is Professor Zimmer, who calls upon an ancient ritual in a desperate attempt to destroy the vampires and free Marianne from Ravna's power.

[razieltwelve]

Same Problem… Different Approaches

One of the best ways to better differentiate between your characters it to show the different ways they would approach the same problem. How someone approaches a problem can say a lot about what sort of person they are, as well as what abilities they might have.

I’ll illustrate this by using characters from The Unconventional Heroes Series.

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Spot nudged the door with his head. It didn’t budge. Standing on his hind legs, he grasped the door knob in his mouth and turned it. Again, the door refused to budge. With a low growl, the young dragon settled back onto his haunches and nudged the door again. Naturally, it remained stubbornly closed. The enticing aroma of freshly baked cake called to him through the door, and his stomach gave an ominous rumble.

Was he really going to let a locked door stand between him and cake? Of course not. He was a dragon. No mere door could stop him from getting the cake he deserved! With a spring in his step at the thought of the cake that awaited him, Spot threw himself at the door – and bounced off it as a litany of runes and seals lit up across the surface of the door.

With a low growl, Spot climbed back onto his feet. He should have known the door was protected by magic, but that was okay. The door might have withstood his first attempt, but it wouldn’t withstand his second. Corrosive black flame kindled in his jaws, and Spot unleashed a blast of obsidian fire at the door. The runes and seals vanished amidst the flames, and Spot gleefully knocked the door off its hinges.

Cake was waiting for him.

Just this short snippet alone gives the reader a good idea of what sort person (dragon) Spot is. He is very obviously motivated by his stomach, and although he tries to do the right thing at first, he soon loses patience and opts for the more direct approach. Based on his behaviour in this snippet, it’s very easy to imagine how Spot might react across a variety of different situations.

Now contrast this with how someone like Gerald might approach the same problem.

Gerald’s stomach rumbled, and he eyed the door warily. The smell of cake was coming from the other side of the door, and lunch was right around the corner. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to enjoy dessert a little early. He reached for the doorknob and then paused. Cake behind a locked door? It sounded too good to be true. It had to be some kind of trap.

Carefully, he took a slow step back and then summoned some magic-revealing spectacles. Sure enough, the door was covered in runes and seals. Now, he was no expert, but they didn’t seem to be traps. Instead, they were oriented more toward increasing the toughness and durability of the door. His stomach gave another rumble, and he bit his lip. He was very hungry, and the cake smelled absolutely wonderful.

Was it really a trap, or was he overthinking it? Surely, if it were a trap, the glasses would have shown runes and seals of a more harmful nature. After all, it wasn’t that unusual to reinforce a door with magic. People did that all the time. Yes. He was probably overthinking it. With a small smile on his face, he reached for the doorknob and turned it. It didn’t budge. Brows furrowed, he tried the doorknob again. Maybe he wasn’t turning it hard enough.

No movement.

Frowning faintly, Gerald considered simply leaving the door alone. It was locked, so clearly he wasn’t supposed to be using it. Yes. That made sense. There had to be a reason for it to be locked, and maybe the cake was part of a larger, more elaborate trap. It could easily be one of Timmy’s pranks. Then again, maybe there was a way to avoid any potential pranks and get the cake.

“Do you think you could help me?” Gerald asked the ninja rat who’d been watching him the entire time. “I’ll share the cake with you.”

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In much the same way as the snippet of Spot showed a lot of his character, so does a lot of Gerald’s character come through in his snippet. He is immediately identifiable as a more cautious felllow who has a tendency to worry a lot. Moreover, he doesn’t resort to attacking the door but instead seeks the help of an expert after his attempt to open it fails.

These two snippets are both very short, yet the contrast between them highlights the contrasts between the two characters. Showing how two characters react differently to the same situation is a great way to help characterise them because how someone reacts to a situation is a product of their personality, their experiences, and a host of other factors. This is one of the reasons why showing the reactions of the different characters in a group is so important – it allows this contrast to come through, and a group would be very boring indeed if everyone in it reacted the same way to everything.

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