“Oh, Lapis!” Greg called out, waving to the blue Gem sitting on a beach chair in front of the beach house and looking at her phone, as he came around the cliff. “Did you see Pearl get back from – wait, what happened to the roof?”
“Oh,” said Lapis, looking up, “Peridot and Amethyst were talking about Steven’s Diamond powers, and Peri wanted to test a hypothesis.”
“About whether Steven was strong enough to destroy his roof?”
“Oh, no. We all know he is already,” said Lapis matter-of-factly. “Peri’s been working on a way to free Pearls from their programming, and she’s been looking for a test subject for weeks.”
“Wait, she didn’t ask Pearl Pearl, did she? Pearl’s been free for thousands of years, right? I’ve never seen her take orders from any–” He stopped mid-sentence as the realization hit (cut off his words as he had seen Pearl do many times since Steven surrendered himself to Homeworld).
“Yup,” said Lapis. “Apparently Peridot in her genius had the idea of asking Steven to test whether Pink Diamond’s authority transferred to his gem, thus making Pearl a suitable test subject.”
“Yeesh,” said Greg. “Hold on, if there are two person shaped holes in the… did Pearl throw my son through the roof? Did Steven actually go along with this?”
“Oh, no, of course not,” said Lapis. “Peridot and I were over to visit when she brought this up to Steven and Amethyst, and Pearl came in right as Amethyst was suggesting possible – experiments.” She rolled her eyes. “Something about making Pearl recite an – egg man announcement?”
Greg stared.
“And as for me,” said Lapis, turning her attention back to her phone, “I’m just enjoying the show. And filming.”
“What sh—”
They were interrupted by Peridot running down the beach, screaming, Amethyst beside her, both being chased by Pearl, spear in hand, who was being chased by a very frantic Steven yelling, “Pearl please stop! I would never make you do that!”
Lapis waved to Peridot.
“LAZULI GET DOWN HERE AND HELP!” screeched Peridot.
“Gee, I’m sorry, P, we weren’t going to actually do it!” yelled Amethyst over her shoulder.
Garnet strolled up with a, “Sorry, I was busy,” and crossed her arms to watch as Pearl yelled after the fleeing duo, “AMETHYST YOU ARE A BITCH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER! YOU SHAPESHIFTED INTO MY FUCKING WIFE!”
“Is she gonna recite the whole thing?” Greg whispered to Garnet.
Garnet adjusted her visor. “‘I'm shapeshifting into White Diamond and pissing on the moon.’”
cute voice is incredibly important to me. i get soooooooooo mad when people say darrells voice is annoying like u dont get it thats the point. please voice crack directly into my ear
Assuming that Nobby has seen Edward in preservation (post 1963 rebuild) (I think it was '63), what are his opinions on Edward being rebuilt into something not-so-Furness?
tl;dr: Nobby's just glad Edward is still alive, thank you — though he knows he has to pretend to give a damn about this sort of thing
The Awdry’s explanation for Edward does not come down to a single rebuild but to numerous modifications over the past, erm (checks notes) century or so. Some of these rebuilds would have been more extensive than others but it’s not clear to me that the one after the crankpin failure would have been one where they made the biggest alterations to his design.
I am sure that some significant rebuilding took place between 1920 and 1941. So Nobby already saw the beginnings of the Edwardification of 34 before he left Barrow.
Life is change. Most of Nobby’s own working career was before Mr Pettigrew brought standardisation to the F.R., he knows how it goes.
And, like, look, Nobby knows that when visitors come and say anything along the lines of oh if only so-and-so was still in their original form (and they do mention the Edward case to him of course, quite a lot), his job is to make vague sympathetic noises and to be sure to sound genial rather than biting if he observes that the world already has a preserved Sharp and Stewart passenger engine, you can go visit him any time, oh yes, I’m told the Dutch take very good care of him...
Incidentally, Nobby was sceptical about the project to rebuild 20 to his original form. May have kinda definitely been polite, diplomatic conversations with earnest representatives of the newly-formed Furness Railway Trust that boiled down to Nobby being like ‘Ya can’t bring back the past, shit don’t work like that’ and the FRT blokes being like ‘lol wut, nah bro, if you throw enough money at it you totally can — relax, we’ll show you.’
(At the risk of spoilers… the attitude of both parties proved justified in the end.)
told el this already but—i washed poor nef's tail earlier bc it had gotten extremely greasy (stud tail basically. we stan a genderqueer struggle) and like. until you have heard the plaintive pathetic squawks of the wetted nefbeast you cannot truly be said 2 have lived… it's just such a sad yet hilarious experience. scraggly bagpipe Creature <3
like she'll be like 'someone… help…' but in this way where like. she isn't actually willing 2 claw me up to escape (which Baby Sister's vicious gremlins FULLY would & indeed have for much lesser offenses) bc she's a sweetheart baby pumpkin so it's just like. half-hearted squirm. pathetic protesting wail. subside into sodden woe. rinse. repeat.
however she did get treats afterwards so like. you win some you lose some???
oh rifht. Dog was a stray that slipped in when I got in mast night and it ate a slab of venison I had in the frostbox. Doesn't seem like it's gonna do any harm but
A platform for posting your ideas, sharing your passions, and scrolling through everything that lies in between photos, text, and messages, it lets you communicate with your friends and followers. With the all-new launched official mobile app, Squawki intends to offer a different kind of conversation and interaction to the social media world.
Squawki is a microblogging platform for social networking and online media where you can post short messages known as Squawks.
A platform for posting your ideas, sharing your passions, and scrolling through everything that lies in between photos, text, and messages, it lets you communicate with your friends and followers. With the all-new launched official mobile app, Squawki intends to offer a different kind of conversation and interaction to the social media world.
Squawki is a microblogging platform for social networking and online media where you can post short messages known as Squawks. Squawki allows you to discover posts and people that interest you. With the aim that your Squawks would be helpful and interesting to someone in your audience, you can share your thoughts and ideas with the people around the world.
A day in the life of the birds around Number 10! Cockatoo trying to disengage the hanging basket! Heckle and Jeckle the demanding offspring of Ralph and Ruthie the Little Ravens! A cockatoo channeling the late Cal the PBFD Cocky who was great at putting the Ravens in their place! Fred the oval magpie meets us to glean some treats for his demanding brood of 2! The very special Squawky the Magpie who somehow injured a wing and has a voice impediment now spends her days around the front and back yards of Number 10! Thankfully she can fly but never ventures far. I love Squawky! On our morning walks we are often followed by the stalkers, my beloved Grey Butcherbirds! Here Benny flies along in the early morning light! The last video is darling Harriet who found us at the cemetery on our afternoon walk #sulphurcrestedcockatoo #searchanddestroy #loveablelarrikins #littleraven #ralphandruthie #heckleandjeckle #demandingbabies #feedme #channellingcal #clearoff #defenderoftherealm #notresspassing #fredandbarney #australianmagpie #squawky #takenupresidence #greybutcherbird #bennyandjoon #imbeingfollowedbyamoonshadow #hamishandharriet #harrietthegreybutcherbird #slomo #theseareafewofmyfavoritethings #birds_adored #featheredfriends #belovedfriends #leprintemps #australianbirds (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkVa-qev4SR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Have some of my Earthrealm champions (Sonya, Johnny, Liu Kang, and Kung Lao) headcanons. There’s like one lightly angsty one.
Liu Kang’s last name is Liu and his first is Kang. I based this off the fact that Lao’s last name is Kung, the Chinese naming convention, and the character used is a literal last name in China.
Sonya was a twin and was only a couple minutes older than her brother. They were really close and his death was the thing that kickstarted her abandonment issues.
Kung Lao has an insanely high spice tolerance. It’s become a party trick at this point.
Johnny has a wheezing laugh, like a spray bottle. Sonya snorts, Lao smacks whatever is nearest to him, and Kang’s is sharp and squawky and he tends to look away from whatever made him laugh.
Johnny’s mother is an Italian immigrant. Italian was a home language for him and he speaks it fluently. This has gotten him several movie roles.
Sonya was raised atheist and her parents never saw holidays as a big deal and only celebrated birthdays, even then they were small and one parents was usually missing due to work. Had a rude wake up call when she met Raiden.
Kang eats anything. Even if he doesn’t like it. Gets rid of the rotten pieces on food and eats what’s still good.
Lao has really neat handwriting and is scarily good at copying other’s handwriting. Can forge a signature on the first try 90% of the time.
Sonya drives like a Texan and has a big ass yeehaw truck. Drives with the windows down blasting music and you can never hear what anyone’s saying. They usually have Johnny drive and use Sonya as a backup.
Johnny hates winter with a passion, hates being cold in general. The only thing he likes about it are the holidays. Balked when he realized that none of the others have ever celebrated Christmas.
As of the first mortal kombat tournament, Liu Kang is 24, Kung Lao 25, Johnny 29, and Sonya 30.
I love watching videos of the Crane Wives performing live because whenever Emilee Petersmark steps up to a microphone you know you are either about to hear the most angelic, purest vocals that no studio recording could ever capture, or she's about to add 20 more squawky growls