#hand over hand

[ltwilliammowett]

Hand over Hand

In the heyday of wooden sailing vessels, the speed and agility with which a sailor could climb aloft into the rigging was highly valued both as a technical skill and was a source of pride for the individual sailor. The nautical expression hand over hand originated with English sailors as a literal description of the technique used in climbing up or down a rope, or hauling in a sail or making a rapid ascent on ropes soon acquired the figurative meaning of continuous, rapid advancement. In 1813, Captain Frederick Marryat used the expression in his novel The King's Own, page 85: "The frigate was within a mile of the lugger and coming up with him hand over hand." Noting that these climbing and hauling techniques involved a free hand passing oder the other fist in which the rope was clenched, it is thought that American sailors changed the expression to hand over fist.

[surrealthotz]

[mcrbabyboy]

rip jude st Francis you would have loved hand over hand by roland faunte

"You are the reason I'm still here."

[polymoth]

The thing they don't tell you about fried egg runny yolk is that if you put it in a sandwich it will be the best most delicious thing and you can mop up the egg with the bread, but in exchange you Will get so so messy and covered in egg yolk

[atesliyangintupu]

Bana attığın son şarkıyı dinliyorum bazen seni çok özlüyorum senden kolay vazgeçtiğimi düşünüyorsun biliyorum insan 12 yılı nasıl siler öyle kolay kolay

Kolay olmadı ilk gün arkadaşlarımız geldi vakit geçirdik sana nispet olsun diye demiyorum benim için de kolay olmadı anla sonra hep oturduğumuz merdivenden geçtim birlikte yaptığımız grafiti sabahları bana gülümsüyor karşıma iki yıl önce diye çıkan fotoğraflar canımı sıkıyor

Ama yoruluyordum benim de içten içe tükenmiş olmama rağmen yüklenmeni daha fazla kaldıramıyordum sonra fiziksel belirtiler başladı kavga etmek istiyordun bense kaostan kaçmak için arkadaşlarına başvuran bir insanım titriyordum üşüyordum biliyorum kalpsiz olduğumu düşünüyorsun değilmişim

Depresana başladım senle konuşabilmeyi çok isterdim bunu benim için hep orada olurdun gibime geliyor biz hep öyle değil miydik birimiz başlayınca hemen değerimiz takip ederdi bütün çocukluğumuz böyle ilerlemedi mi

Sana söylemek istediğim çok şey oluyor ne dedikodular inan bana sadece seninle konuşabileceğim o konularla içimde kalakalıyorum birlikte olduğumuz o anların hayaleti seni de kovalıyor mu geçtiğin her yerde keşke yine telefonun bir ucunda olsan istiyorum hayatındaki gelişmeleri bana anlat istiyorum zorlukları yeniden birlikte atlatalım istiyorum ama sen hiç sorunları çözen biri olmadın ızdırap içinde kalmak her zaman daha konforlu geldi sana

Denedim hepsini elimden geleni değişirsin diye umdum ama bana herkesten ondan bile daha acımasız davranıyordun aile inancı sanırım bilemiyorum ne felsefe ne psikoloji hiçbirinden emin olamadım seni hayatımdan çıkarmak benim için de sürpriz oldu ama aslında baktım ki sen bizi çoktan gözden çıkarmışsın

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

not "i ship these characters" or "i want them to bond platonically" but a secret 3rd thing (I want them to be forced to interact by the Narrative bc they would HATE that)

[xignis]

ok

[bamsara]

So I have this headcanon-

Based off his dialogue "Those foolish Bishops thought they could keep you from me in death. But instead they sent you straight to me." in the start of the game, and since there's no other lambs for him to use thus making OUR Lamb the last of their kind; the Bishops were doing something to prevent any lambs from going to him in death, perhaps consuming their souls (in the same way they consume follower's souls when transforming into their Eldritch forms)

Which means our Lamb's arrival was either an accident or intentional, and since Shamura already has shown to have a soft spot for Narinder, including sending him Aym and Baal so he's not lonley, and also the state of their mind at the time...I don't think it's too unlilkey that maybe it's Shamura's fault the Lamb was sent to The One Who Waits.

[bloodaria]

with the amount of ableism will faces on a daily basis you really gotta give it to him for not going apeshit sooner

[egophiliac]

ENG PLAYERS I BESEECH YOU

I have been informed that you guys are getting part 4 of episode 7 tomorrow, which means we are FINALLY going to get the official romanization of Revaan's name, somebody please tell me because I need to know what it is.

like, yes, it's probably just Revan/Levan, but look, I'm sitting here with my finger over the button of all these Laverne and Shirley jokes and just waiting for the opportunity to deploy them --

[salamispots]

on to the next gift wip

[madamemiz]

sad: falling out of a hyperfixation

tragic: watching your beloved friends and mutuals fall out of the hyperfixation while you're still in it

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.

Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.

Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.

Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.

And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).

Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.

(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)

The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.

Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.

And he kept coming back?

But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.

(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)

(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)

But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.

It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.

So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!

“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”

Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”

And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.

They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.

And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!

But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).

Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.

Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[izzy-hands]

There he is.

[citree]

I just want to start a flame in your heart~ 🔥🧡🔥