#land mine

[clone-anon]

Hey so I’ve been thinking about this idea for a little bit- but maybe we could get a little bit of platonic Cross with a padawan reader and this sort of mirrors “the outpost” episode in tbb season 2- where reader and Cross are walking through a mine field or something and joking padawan says that like the mines probably aren’t even there, but low and behold they step on one and crosshair is now the one that has to carefully defuse it- maybe even at the end it could be like flashing back to the episode with Cross and Mayday where he’s thinking about it

Hope that made sense!

Okay I am falling in love with this dynamic. It's slightly different than what you described, but I think is in the same spirit. I'm going to set this after Crosshair leaves the Empire and rejoins the Batch because yes. Also, if he's flashing back to Mayday, that must have already happened.

The rest of the squad headed in one direction after Hunter sent you and Crosshair through a minefield. A supposed minefield. It looked fine to you. You practically skipped around with energy while Crosshair walked forward, long strides at a steady pace.

"I bet there aren't even any mines left out here," you said.

"You should be able to figure it out," he replied. "Search your feelings or whatever."

You gave him a look. Your days as a padawan felt long gone since the Empire came to power. You felt safe with the squad, knowing them since before Order 66 was handed down, and managing to find them on Pabu. Much had happened and while you didn't use the force in an obvious way in public, when you were with Crosshair you knew it was okay. Right now you were certain there was nothing to worry about. You took another few steps forward with a smile now on your face. Crosshair simply watched with a raised eyebrow hidden beneath his helmet.

"Pfft," you replied with a wave of your hand and a few more steps. "See? It's fine. I've searched and all I've found is dirt and more dirt and some trees. I bet there's nothing-"

You felt a metal click as your left foot stepped on a mine. Probably the only active mine in the entire area. You felt your heart leap in your throat and immediately wanted to reach for Crosshair's steady arm, but he was too far to reach just yet.

"Take a breath," he said. He was trying not to panic, but his face gave away his emotion as he removed his helmet and searched for any other mines in the immediate area. Finding none, he kneeled down in front of you and blew the dust and dirt away, revealing the metal contraption. You tried not to worry, but saw a small smile tugging on his face and felt a surge of frustration.

"Why are you smiling, Crosshair?! I might die."

Crosshair reached into his pack and got out three small stakes and a while he didn't have a hammer, he grabbed a rock nearby. He would need a steady hand, but that was something he could manage. In his mind he thought of Mayday in that cave. Despite the warm sun on his back, he suddenly felt a chill. He shook it from his mind, focusing on helping you.

"I'm not smiling because you're standing on a landmine," he replied. "I'm thinking of... a friend. A brother." He started gently hammering the first stake into place. He bent down further to make sure it was secured in the right spot.

"Oh," you said. "Which one?"

"A reg," he said quietly, hammering the second stake in. "His name was Mayday."

You looked at him while he hammered in the third staKe. You sensed his memory was happy yet sad. That if he could, Crosshair would want to talk to Mayday now. You smiled to yourself, wanting to ask a thousand questions, but holding off.

Crosshair finished the job and stood up. You went to move.

"No, stop! Wait!"

You stopped moving, keeping your foot steady.

"Now, I'll go stand behind those trees and when I say, you can move."

"Great," you replied sarcastically. "I get to die alone."

"No," he said. "I'm just not stupid."

Crosshair hid behind the trees and then told you to try easing off the mine. You did so, breathing a huge sigh of relief when you were clear. Crosshair came out from behind the trees, smiling and putting his helmet back on.

You hugged him, surprising him for a moment, but he quickly returned the hug. You continued walking together, feeling a little more cautious about the dangers of this trek. Crosshair was focused on the job ahead, but smiled to himself, thinking about the friend he had lost, but who would still always be with him.

"You would have liked him," he said.

"Tell me about him?"

Crosshair was silent for a minute, but then after considering it, started opening up about him for the first time.

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Land Mine

Artist: Kev Walker TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[reikaniichan]

doodle // shrug

[blueiskewl]

 Demining in Ukraine.

[000honey-cider000]

These hips😳🍑

The hairstyle🧎🏼‍♀️

His face is quite funny, btw. Sorry, Enmu🤓

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[perfectlyripeclementine]

calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.

[lonelyzarquon]

DOCTOR WHO | The Lie of the Land

[grievingmoon]

“i was thinking about how i don’t actually have anything of my own that i can keep. i very luckily have some material things, but every material thing goes away eventually. they can get lost, broken, stolen or just deteriorate, including my body. once i die this will all become nothing. and i was thinking about what do i have that’s really actually mine? that can’t be taken away? and i know this is corny but this love that i feel in me, that i’ve created in me, that i’ve built in me, held on to—it’s mine for as long as i want it, for as long as i don’t give it up or let the world take it away from me. and i really do believe that to love is the best thing i ever did in my life. better than any song i've ever written, any achievement by far. to love is truly the best and most beautiful thing i ever did. and then as i was thinking about that, i started thinking about how sad it was that once i die, i couldn’t leave behind this most beautiful thing that i have. i guess it sort of dies with me. so i wanted to write a song about how i wish that when i die i could at least leave all this love behind in the world.”

mitski explains her new song “my love mine all mine”

[archonfurina]

Baldur's Gate 3: Act II (x)

[joyishome]

Israel is Intentionally targeting press in Gaza beacuse they know they are committing mass war crimes and genocide and doesn't want the world to see it. But they take to twitter to provide fake evidence against Palestine, which has been proved as fake hundreds of times. The villainization of the Palestinian people is outrageous. The audacity is un real.

[personal-worst]

my love is mine, all mine I love, mine, mine, mine nothing in the world belongs to me but my love, mine, all mine nothing in the world is mine for free but my love, mine, all mine, all mine

[blueiskewl]

Scrap Metal

Three Russian tanks were destroyed/damaged near Vuhledar, Donetsk Oblast - by running over anti-tank landmines one after another.  

The same old story: 'Ivan, go around these other tanks which just ran over anti-tank mines. Just left of it, go Ivan!' Badaboom.

[omgchristinaredford-blog]

I'm Whitey. All things are whitey.

Whitey is all that matters. whitey knows it.

Whitey, is an Intelligent individual.

He Loves, to be Whitey.

Whitey (he's) is famous. Very Famous.

He's an illegal individual : and purely legal at that.

No one can stop whitey. He's not even a person, he's a name. He's an icon. He's a Statue of liberty. He libertizes the people ; frees the slaves : emancipates the animals - Colors your Life. he uses Crayons ; he's Nuts [NUTS] 🖍.

He's like a wild animal. and 100% sophisticated at the same time. - he Loves to Embody the Spirit of Choas. : he runs - he Flights ; he FLINGS -> like a Mad man JET Plane ; like Aerosphere ::: like a Turbine Columbine Propeller Psychosis Oceanic SUCTION bacterial Alien Lady. for some reason, somehow ;...: : he's, a Lady. makes no sense

he's a kind of bacteria. he's tiny. He has a tinieness. this tineiness cannot be explained - because, ; he is HUGE. -> his Size : is Enormity. His Stature ; is a Man. - his stand -> is a Girl ::: his Actual Size - is simply, bacteria. He's a Bacterial ENORMOUS Girl Man that is HUGE. - he's Enormous, he's Huge, he's a girl man (that's nonsense), and... he is Tiny (a,... bacteria [simply]). The tiny bacteria ; manifesting as a girl man (a kind of lady) -... not only Enormous, and Huge -> is Sohpiaticed. - this Bacteria although friendly, is easily angered. And what happens - is staggering. Not only does he attack himself ; as does his Entire clan. they Literally simply - bacteria, onto you. The culture lives in Chicago, and exists everywhere ; having many co-clan, coCulture, and Network Affiliate Connections {sibling and relative cultures}. - all of the associate/affiliate cultures will coincide with him. he is very dangerous - they all are.

Each and every bacteria the same ; the risk of infection is high. Many of them carry diseases. They contaminate, infect, and Swarm. They Harbor, they descend, the Expell ; they will flood, they Fly, they will - Eat your Face. - their Leader : is whitey, or ; The Whitey,... as, They call Him.

I am Whitey. i am their Leader. they all follow me

I am an Innocent Child type of Person. - and, a person ; ONLY. I do not affect, Be, do, act, think, behave, have, take, keep, find, leave, come, or go - I am a Homeless person. I am a Pauper. I am a Hermit. I am a Pauverty. I have, nothing. And ; that is the way I keep it. I am "clean" ; Austere. - i am a Buddhist ; yes, Whitey is a buddhist. Austere and Buddhist ; Whitey is the poorest individual possible : that is how he is so rich.

Having nothing : Whitey is the Richest man Alive. -> with nothing ; he sees everything. With Everything : he needs Nothing. And with Nothing - in his Sights - he is Free ; because he Wants not : he, has nothing in mind -> he is Unintentional, doing nothing, ;... caring in No Way ; Intending, without Intention ::: he Has no Fault. To be himself is all he needs. His mind of Nothing, in his sight ; empty :: what he know = Everything - his Goals,:;... : his own, alone. Included in his nothingness is You. He considers this Nothingness he cherishes to be Everything and acknowledges your Presence in the vastness of everything, because he has None. In his mind you remain ; in his eye and Focus and goal as well : you are included -> in, Nothing. he understands, nothing ; one thing about Whitey. he includes and never forgets that's what everything is, Nothing. that is how he is the richest and the poorest at the same time. and always will be ; because he will never forget

The reason he will never forget, is you. Because ; you, are there. you, are the most primary thing he is concerned with - that is how it is so easy to follow him. The reason you cannot be forgotten, and are what is there to him most ; is because you are most and first what he sees. He does not see the trees or the tigers or the dogs or the cats or the bears, or the lizards or the reptiles or the birds or the fish - in the same way ; except, they ARE the same : as you. because you they them all and each ; are one of them. an other ; a being - a Danger. he sees chemicals the same way - carpets and cups and air and hair and burnt flesh material of fire ; they frighten him. He wants to be safe. so he includes them. He can't not see them. he must. because he is afraid. He knows, he can never forget them ; the dangers - he knows, it's his Intelligence - he knows he can do nothing about it : so he will never forget you. and he will always know - you are what, matters.

Whitey hates you for the Danger that you are. He's full of Hate. He's so afraid ; he, despises you. You, he believes, made him - by the way, of fear. Believing that you made him, he sees creator in all, all these dangers... and that is the only love he knows.

Whitey, made of danger, Hate, and love ; believes in The Holy Spirit. The Father (Hate), the son (love), and The BITCH (you [danger]) -> whitey Believes in God. everyone knows this already ; the whitey believes in God. they say : he believes, in GOD. it amazes - because, of its simplicity, and truth.

- whitey believes that you are god even, could be explained

He never really understood what he was until one day. He was walking along ; and someone yelled - Whitey. He Heard. his name -) he felt, he had never had a name before. he cried.

He'll never forget the town where it happened. Chicago. They knew him, like they know him now. They knew him well. - where whitey lives will always be nowhere : and he'll always live in chicago somehow. Just like California, New York, Louisiana, Washington, and Connecticut : whitey lives alone. -> each place no place no home : each a City, a land ; a field of Debris. Whitey loves garbage, and will live in these cities simply ; along with chicago : along with the rest - along, with himself -> and the Best.

P.S. - whitey's a white guy that's Black. (lol 👌)

and he used to have these sunglasses (pictured here): until someone bashed them into his head trying to goudge his eyes out ; and bent them by trying to KKK stomp/crush/Explode, his skull by WWE jumping Down, onto it. - they missed

... his sunglasses were somehow affected

He was Angry : and Does hold a grunge. - unfortunately Intelligent ::->]: :[<-:: the culprits ; made the incident - about, his Sunglasses

Not only, did they claim : Hate the white black person ; they, claimed, His Sunglasses. he heard both - and he'll only refer to one simply

Someone ; owes whitey sunglasses ; his favorite sunglasses -> and they will Pay

The Sunglasses - were made of Aliens

Aliens hate Black people

Black people are White people

Sunglasses eat White people

- it's all a viscious circle

And in the center : any enemy of whitey's

Tip : don't refer to whitey's sunglasses, unless you like them ; or,... something

Sunglasses : are important to Whitey - his favorite object, by FAR.

The Irony ; of some - will Never End.

the simple Complexity of Whitey - cannot be fought

They had tried to take his shoes, his bags, his hat, and his Coat ; a light wind breaker. They Failed. Don't ask how ; I'll tell you. - he frightened them : by being a Dolly - a KKK dolly, himself.

Whitey lives in the ocean. goodbye

[neria-rt]

g’mornin