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hospitalterrorizer · 3 months ago

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diary543

3/26-27/25

wednesday - thursday

bad day for music,

mostly just beating my head into a wall type of stuff. some things are so hard to get right, or to even know how to get right. maybe some songs i need to take a different approach, do something with physical modeling instead. it's not like i wasted all of today... i finished gold + its variants, i got 2 songs to sound better i think, one sounds like, ready to go i think. an airwindows plugin comes in to save the day as usual. but it was also knowing it could be done simply, that helped that one.

the issue i am running into a lot, is that some of these sounds just have very fake sounding oscillators to me. a plus side is i know how to hack my way into having a more prominent second harmonic. i just feel like the issue i'm running into is that distortion isn't really going deep enough or something. deep as in, it feels like analog distortion fucks with all the frequencies a bit, and does lots of strange things, tubes also have lots of nonlinear things going on too, all the electronics interact, i'm just thinking about this more because if health can get something like a feedbacking sin wave through a pitch effect and a slicer to sound like someone playing guitar harmonics kind of, or at the very least, sound really physical, the saturation and movement through air + light reverberations are probably doing a lot there. it's also probably because it's a high frequency and higher frequencies always sound better when doing this kinda thing. i suppose maybe i'm thinking this is one issue when it's another, the other being that i might need to pump in more harmonic information into the saturation, stuff that's harmonically related. i guess tomorrow i need to record my guitar via the mic again and see how close i can get again.

i had another idea too, there's a plugin that creates really strange transient bursts i have, it's made to be like the atari2600 soundchip but it's really weird, it's an abnormal sort of synthesis, but i was thinking i could get it to trigger feedbacking from one particular plugin and then have that feedback stage hit some pitch effects and then try and do some beat repeat slicing stuff, or actually, maybe looper stuff. and then i can record that and maybe have a weird part for a song or something. i had an idea about a grindcore song breaking down into a slower dance thing, then stopping. that feels satisfying to me, as like, a vague notion. it'd be cool to get something uncanny down, and try to lean into that uncanny sound thing more sometimes. it's a little liberating to have straight noise parts / feedback things. it's a really fun part of playing guitar i don't get very much access to so finding ways to put it into digital workstation flows and having something i can perform 'live' almost is really rewarding.

but the rest of it, today, really burned me out, i felt like so, idk, what to describe it as, idk, at a certain point i kind of shut down, not like entirely, i'd respond to things, just wrong, like i was some cluster of fried electronics only half responding to inputs. it was kind of bad but i'm fine now.

listening to this now:

youtube

this is good, it's a lot like antioch arrow, i also downloaded their demo but honestly the demo's kind of bad re: vocals, this is much better overall. last song's kind of funny but that's how this stuff goes.

i had a dream, i need to sleep soon though the sun's coming up... the dream was we were at the excalibur (now dead/demolished casino), we were there to go up this smoke stained elevator to the roof to see the sunset, some party on the top floor of a parking structure that would lead back into the excalibur and we're in this connecting hall/tunnel thingy, and a man accosts me for being how i am, and i pushed him, and he fell started screaming and then fell over, and began vomiting up his red slush alcohol drink, these kind of disgusting things tourists get here. or they seem nasty i wouldn't really know.

blahhhhhhhhh. i wonder if i need to take a longer break on music stuff again. i'll fiddle tomorrow but if it frustrates me i'll think more about not touching stuff for a while. i'm sure i'd end up touching things again anyways....

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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lieutenantfloyd · 3 years ago

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Heyyyy!!! Since you're writing Maze Runner stories now I wanted to make a request. So it's a Minho TMR x female reader were Minho gets hurt somehow and the reader fixes him up and it's all cute and kinda hot. THANK YOUUUU

Promise Me This - Minho x Reader

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Reader, the keeper of the medjacks, is having a completely uneventful day. That is until Minho returns from the maze battered, bloody, and refusing to be treated by anyone but reader.

Warnings: Mentions of injury/blood/bandages, hurt/comfort trope, mentions of y/n, and some angst followed by fluff and a little bit of spice.

Note: This ended up kinda angsty, but I hope the comfort makes up for the hurt :)

Read on AO3

Sitting at a small table in the med-jack hut, you lazily organized and reorganized the various baskets of medical supplies. Being the primary medic for a group of well over 50 teenage boys kept you on your toes, but today had been slow and quiet. Sliding the basket of gauze back into place for what felt like the millionth time, you let your shoulders slump. Running your hands over your face you couldn't ignore the sleepiness pulling at your eyelids. The sun had already started its descent towards the west walls, but you hadn't treated a single person. By some miracle, even your most frequent patients; the builders, slicers, and track hoes; had maintained being completely injury-free. You pushed your chair back and walked out of the hut and into the bright mid-day sun. Stretching, you hoped the sunshine and fresh air would wake you. A short walk later you decided to abandon your original plans and instead stride over to the hammocks for a rare but much-needed mid-day nap. - Your slumber had been entirely peaceful until you awoke suddenly. It took your sleep-riddled brain a minute to catch up to what was happening that caused you to wake so jarringly. Hearing the sound of boots against the earth and distant shouts, you mumbled a curse beneath your breath. So much for a slow and quiet day. Making your way out of the hammock and into the open area of the glade, you tried to piece together what was happening. Your fellow gladers were scattered around the north doors, the air vibrating with panic. Despite the chaos, three voices, one sounding pained, were cutting clear above everyone else's. You couldn't make out the words from your distance but something told you to hurry up and get over there. Your walk turned into a sprint as drops of adrenaline started pumping through you. Pushing your way to the front of the group, your heart dropped into your stomach. Like always, the runners, your runner, had returned just before sunset. Except this time Minho looked like hell. His clothes were filthy and ripped while his exposed skin was covered in an assortment of cuts and already-formed bruises. Worst of all he was incoherent and frantic, evading Newt and Thomas's desperate attempts to calm their best friend down. Your body froze while your brain screamed for you to run to him. Luckily, a rather out-of-breath Newt caught sight of you and breathed a relieved "Finally!" before leaving Thomas to bargain with Minho. Newt hurriedly made his way over to you and wasted no time catching you up on things. "There you are! Two runners dragged Minho back half conscious. We tried to get Clint and Jeff to look him over, but then he woke up and had us chasing him around the entire shucking glade. He's been yelling for you ever since." Without another word, Newt dragged you into the open area Thomas and Minho were occupying. Upon Newt's return, Thomas said something to Minho that vaguely sounded like "See? I told you she was coming." before he stood and moved next to you. "Something happened out there but he won't... or can't... tell us what," Thomas warned quietly before walking off over to where Newt stood off to the side. But you couldn't quite hear him over the sound of your heart breaking as Minho's eyes met yours. In less than a second, Minho was on his feet and rushing towards you. His crazed look changed to one of total peace as his gaze locked on you. You paced forward and met him halfway, pulling him into your arms. You stayed strong while he all but melted into your touch. Minutes later, you begrudgingly forced yourself to pull away, scanning his face for injuries while your thumbs brushed over his cheekbones. Thankfully, Thomas, Newt, and a few other of your friends took the time you spent calming Minho down to disperse the crowd, allowing you to shuffle Minho into the nearby med-hut without a problem. - Fifteen minutes later, he sat on the table with you standing between his legs while you bandaged him up. His shoulders slumped and his arms hung loosely around your waist. Exhaustion had fully taken him over. As long as you knew Minho, getting him to put on as much of a bandaid was harder than anything else you'd ever done. Yet here he sat perfectly still while you fussed over his wounds. Dabbing an alcohol-dipped cotton ball over his last untreated cut, you tried to swallow down the worry building inside you. "What happened out there?" You asked before your mind could stop you. The look in his eyes grew distant as a stiff silence filled the air. Making quick work of applying the last bandage, you reach your hand up and gently stroked the short dark hair at the back of his neck. Seconds stretched into minutes as his mind recounted whatever he'd encountered in the maze. "It was just supposed to be a normal run. Just like always-" he started, his voice barely above a whisper. "-and the grievers they... t-they..." His voice trailed off as a protective rage exploded in your chest. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here." you cooed, allowing him to take a deep breath before you continued. "How can I help you? What can I do for you?" "I just... I just..." Before your mind even registered what was happening, his lips were against yours. Your heart simultaneously raced and stopped completely. Kissing Minho was always electrifying, but this was different. This kiss was heavy, feverish, and protective. Sinking into the kiss fully, your hands traveled up his sides and around his shoulders. Careful to avoid the areas you'd just bandaged. His previously relaxed hold on your waist turned into his hands working their way under your shirt to grasp and kneed at your hips firmly. His tongue forced its way into your mouth. The action gaining a soft moan from both of you. This only adds fuel to his fire. Pulling you impossibly closer to him, your hands move down and across his ribs. That's when feel him wince. "Shit, I'm sorry," you whisper to him.

You pull away, causing Minho to emit a low whine. He rests his forehead against yours breathlessly. Thoughts hazy with a cornucopia of feelings but his grip on you never falters. “I'm just a little sore. That's all.” He replies unconvincingly. Your expression sours and he sighs. “y/n, you and I both know It’ll take a whole lot more this to get rid of me. I'm fine. Really." When you hesitate to respond, He wastes no time pulling you back towards him, this time into a near bone-crushing hug. Securing one of his arms around your waist, the other moves to allow his hand to rub your back slowly in reassurance. As much as you fight it, you can't help melting under his strong yet gentle touch. Your head drops onto his shoulder and he smiles. The position now allowing him to place a kiss on your cheek before he leans further into your embrace. “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers against your soft skin.

"...promise?" you challenge timidly. "Promise."

#minho #tmr minho #minho tmr x reader #minho x reader #tmr fic #tmr x reader #the maze runner #the maze runner x reader #minho the maze runner #top gun #top gun maverick

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thefreakydeaky · 4 years ago

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Entrapment

Part Fifteen: I Fall To Pieces

Negan Smith x Reader

Shane Walsh x Reader

Summary: Stuck in an unhappy marriage, Y/n finds herself drawn to the attentive and charming healtg teacher/coach she meets at work. There's only one thing standing in the way, her husband's volatile temper.Y/n had long thought what she lacked in her life was love and acceptance, but her choice in partner would suggest something much darker.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angst, Death, Grieving

Your last day of working at Westwood junior high school had come and gone. Once you finished packing up the house, you would be in the wind. You had on a playlist of your favorite songs as you went through the endless kitchen gadgets Negan had accrued over the years. You had a hell of a time convincing him to let you get rid of some of the items. He grudgingly agreed to let you donate the ones he didn't often use like the as seen on tv potato chip maker and egg slicer.

Negan smacked your backside as he passed through the room.

"Hey!" You said on a laugh.

A wide grin spread across his face.

"I got most of the lawn equipment loaded. Simon's willing to keep the rest. I'm gonna run it over to his place."

"That's great." You replied, putting yet another frother into the donation box.

"I'll pick us up some dinner while I'm out. You want anything in particular?"

You didn't have to think twice about it.

"An oreo cookie blizzard."

He smiled in amusement.

"Other than ice cream?"

"Nope."

He grabbed his wallet and took his keys off the hook.

"Thank yooou, Love you!" You called over your shoulder as the door closed. Then you heard him start the truck and drive off.

You lent your complete attention to your task. At the rate you were working, you would need just one more day to load the furniture and do a final cleaning then you could get on the road and out of town.

Time passed quickly. Before you knew it you were done with the kitchen and moving onto the next project. You had saved the worst for last, the over stuffed closet in the hallway. When you checked the time, you realized a lot of time had passed. You didn't know exactly what time it was when Negan left, but you figured it had been over an hour ago. You checked your phone for messages, but there was nothing from Negan. He probably got to talking with Simon. You thought. Maybe he'd stayed to have a beer or two. You told yourself and got back to work.

Daylight began to fade into sunset and you found yourself standing in an empty closet.

You looked at the time again. You sighed. Two hours had passed since you last checked. Where was he? You hit his name in your favorites and pressed call. The phone rang and rang until you got his voicemail:

This is Negan. Leave a message.

"Hey Babe, it's getting late. Where are you at? Call me back."

You hung up and took a deep breath. Why were you so nervous? You had no reason to be nervous. He would see that you called and he would realize how late it was and he would come home. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. You taped and labeled the last few boxes. You ran an anxious hand over your forehead and tried to ignore the growing sense of panic inside you. You called him twice more. Those two calls became ten and still no Negan.

What time had he left? You couldn't remember. It felt late very late in your bones. Your screen read seven thirty. This insidious feeling gnawed at you claiming something was very wrong. You had a sudden idea, You could call Simon. You would call Simon and he could tell you if Negan was there and- You didn't have Simon's phone number. You didn't have the phone number of anyone who did.

You opened the front door and looked out onto the street. Everything was still. Not so much as a breeze disturbed the trees. It was like the entire neighborhood was holding it's breath, waiting. You stood out there until the sun set turned into the night sky.

You could call the police. You would tell them that Negan had gone to run an errand hours ago and hadn't returned. You would tell them you called him several times and that he hadn't picked up. You didn't know where he could be other than Simon's. Good Lord, would they even help you? What if Shane was the one they sent? He wouldn't help. Neither would Rick nor anyone on the force who was close to Shane.

You sat on the sofa and covered your face with your hands. The hole you had dug yourself into seemed on the verge of swallowing you whole.

There was a heavy knock at the door. The noise seemed to echo in the now, much emptier space. You got slowly to your feet. The knocking repeated. Your hands shook as you unlocked the deadbolt and pulled open the door. A tall brunette stood on the porch. Her hair was slicked back into a low bun. The sight of the uniformed officer made your heartbeat accelerate.

You tried to remember if you had met this woman before. Your eyes caught on her name tag : Lerner.

"Mam?" She called your attention. Her expression held only the steely observance present in all those of her profession.

"Yes?"

"Are you a relative of Negan Smith?" She eyed you warily.

You nodded, your gaze caught on the object she had in her hand.

Why did she have Negan's wallet?

"I'm afraid he has been in an accident. His truck was run off the road. We are still looking for the person responsible."

You gasped. You felt as though you had no air in your lungs. You gripped the door frame tightly. You told yourself you needed to focus as you fought your body's attempt to bring you to your knees.

"Wh-what hospital?" You heard yourself ask.

The officer's eyes tightened at the corners.

"What hospital?" You pressed.

Officer Lerner shook her head.

"He was taken to Saint Luke's, but the damage done was irreparable. He didn't make it."

You cried out.

"No, but ...No! He can't be!"

She stepped forward pulling you against her side as you lost your balance. She walked you back to the sofa you had been sitting in.

"He-he can't be." You stuttered.

"I am sorry, Mam, but Negan Smith is dead. He passed away at five thirteen this afternoon."

You flinched. Your breath was coming out in gasps as the tears broke free, rolling down your cheeks.

"We're leaving. We were going to leave." You trembled.

You sobbed hard. The broken sound was unlike any you had made before. You shrank away from it, but you couldn't stop because the pain wouldn't stop.

Officer Lerner remained there with you until your cries died down enough for her to get a word in.

"Is there anyone you can call? You shouldn't be alone right now."

You shook your head just as a knock sounded at the open door.

Shane stood there his face filled with concern.

"I came as soon as I heard." He told her that he would watch you and sent her on her way.

He knelt down beside you. Your tears continued to flow. Your hands wouldn't stop shaking.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry."

You were vaguely aware of his arms going around you. It didn't matter. None of it felt real. Your senses from the moment you had been told Negan was dead seemed to have dulled. The world, your life your plans it was all so insignificant now. Your brain tried to make sense of it. He was dead. He wasn't coming back. You would never see him smile again, never hear his laugh. You swallowed wetting your raw throat.

"I shouldn't have let him go without me. I should never have let him go." You lamented.

Shane shushed you. He held you in his arms as you cried.

There would be no more good morning kisses, no more dinners together. He wouldn't be around to talk to when your day wasn't going well. He wouldn't be there to share in your joy when the baby was born. He was so ecstatic to become a father and now he wouldn't be there.

You held your head in your hands as you spoke to that higher power you so rarely reached out to.

God, please, I love him. God, I need him. I need him.

You sobbed anew, burying your face in Shane's shoulder as you begged God to see you through this.

#negan x plus size reader #negan x reader #shane walsh x plus sized reader #Shane Walsh x Reader #negan smith x plus sized reader #Negan Smith x Reader

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justanobsessedfangirl · 5 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Shy - Chapter 3 - The Maze Runner Newt Fic

Request from aw0kenangel: Oh shit oh shit The angst 😳 GIVE ME THE ANGST -also question/kind of a suggestion or idea, maybe Thomas could come up in the box next and he and the reader spark a close friendship; ADDING TO THE ANGST HELL YEAH *ahem* sorry

Are you in my head? How’d you know Thomas was coming up ;)))))))

Request from Anonymous: i’m not sure if you’re taking requests but part 3 of the cheating newt one? if not sorry to bother. <3

I love receiving requests, don’t ever worry about being a bother!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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Word Count: 3.6k

“Find anything new?”

You slowed to a stop as you came out of the Maze. Swiping at the sweat on your forehead, you shook your head at Minho. Your feet ached, your calves burned, and all you wanted to do was sit down, but you had to play your part in the conversation. “The new Greenie came up today, right?”

Minho nodded. It was strange to see him at this time of day, near sunset, not dirty from hours of running. It had been his day off, so he was clean and refreshed and exactly the opposite of you.

“How is he?” you asked. “Or she?” You felt your chest tighten, so slight it was almost unnoticeable. Is the Greenie another Margaret? Your heart thumped painfully against your ribs. Another Newt?

A month wasn’t enough time to adjust to your new reality. A reality where you didn’t kiss Newt, didn’t touch Newt, didn’t even talk to Newt. A reality where you avoided the only other girl in the Glade because every time you saw her you could imagine her lips on his.

You needed to move. You started for the Runner’s Hut, Minho matching your easy jog.

“He tried to run into the Maze.”

You laughed. “Maybe he’ll replace you.”

Minho snorted. “He’s a Slopper for sure.”

You reached the Hut with a smile on your face. “Does he know his name?” As you opened the door, you glanced back to see Minho shake his head. “He’ll get it eventually. Where is he now?”

Minho hesitated. When he finally spoke, his words were quick, like he was hoping they wouldn’t stick. “With Newt.”

You busied yourself getting paper and a pencil, trying to ignore the way your insides froze at the sound of his name.

“But he’ll be at the bonfire tonight. The Greenie. Not Newt. Newt doesn’t usually go anymore...” Minho trailed off.

Unspoken words hung in the air like a bad smell. He doesn’t go anymore because he’s afraid you’ll be there. You didn’t need anyone to tell you that; it was exactly why you didn’t go either.

With a shrug, you sat down. Relief flooded your legs. “I think I’m gonna call it a night after this. Maybe I’ll meet the Greenie tomorrow.” You started mapping the section of the Maze you ran that day.

Minho sat down next to you. “You haven’t been to a bonfire in a while.”

You shrugged again.

“It’ll be fun.” He paused. “You can still have fun, you know.”

Your teeth clenched. The next couple of lines you drew were dark, and you pressed the pencil tip so hard it almost snapped. “I don’t have time for that.”

Minho leaned back in his chair. “Yes, you do, Y/N, you just don’t want to. I know you want to get out of the Maze, but you need to relax sometimes too.” He stood up, walking behind you. “Your shoulders aren’t supposed to be up by your ears!” He put his hands on your shoulders and gave them a light squeeze.

You managed a small smile. You hadn’t realized how tense you were until Minho brought it up, but now, with his warm touch, you could feel how tight you were. Everything about you was coiled, ready to spring up and bolt if you needed to.

“There you go,” Minho said, rubbing your shoulders. “Much better. You have a neck again.”

You spun around and jabbed his side. Minho danced out of the way, cackling. He strode to the door, leaving you and your map.

“I’ll see you at the bonfire, Y/N!” he called over his shoulder as he ducked out.

Before you could think of all of the reasons why you shouldn’t go, Newt and Margaret and sleep and escape, you heard yourself agree.

The Runner’s Hut was silent after Minho left. You found yourself mapping faster, a small, hidden part of you eager to be with people, mingling around the fire, maybe indulging in a few sips of Gally’s moonshine. A while later, you were done drawing the path you took that day. You locked your map in the trunk with the others. For a few seconds, you couldn’t walk away. You lingered in the Hut, thinking of the maps, thinking of the Maze, thinking, thinking, thinking. Flames of anger licked at the edge of your mind. There was still so much to do. You were about to crack open the trunk again to see if you could piece anything together when you heard the faint roar of the Gladers at the bonfire.

Swallowing your feelings, you spun on your heel and left the Runner’s Hut.

Night had come while you were inside. A sliver of moon hung in the sky, thousands and thousands of stars surrounding it. You followed the smoky scent to the bonfire. Some boys sat on logs around it, chatting, but a large group was off to the side, forming a ring so thick you couldn’t see what was going on in the center. Their voices fought, shouts against cheers against insults. You heard, “Get him!” and “Shank!” and “Klunk!” and other, more barbaric jeers.

You spotted the back of Minho’s head and weaved your way around bodies as you approached him. When you got there, you jabbed a finger into his side, making him jump.

“You shank-” he whirled. A smile broke on his face when he saw you.

You mustered up the courage to smile back, despite the anxiety chewing at your nerves. Your eyes darted from Minho to the surrounding boys, hoping not to see Newt or Margaret, while also praying that you would see them, hopefully separate from each other, hopefully sad. Was that a flash of her hair, glowing red in the light of the fire?

Before you could get a better look, Minho looped an arm around your shoulder and steered you to his side. A couple of boys were still in front of you, blocking your way. “The Greenie’s in there with Gally!” Minho yelled over the noise. He forced himself between the pair in front of you, dragging you along.

“Sorry,” you called, ducking around elbows and slipping past long legs. When you finally faced the center of the circle, you were met with a scene of violence.

Gally’s hands were curled into meaty fists, the muscles of his arms on full display. His right hand was bloody, but you weren’t sure if it was his, because, scrambling up from the ground in front of Gally, was a bleeding boy you didn’t recognize. He had short brown hair and a split lip. Where Gally was strong the way Builders are, all mass and height and power, the Greenie was lean muscle, built for speed.

Gally lunged. The Greenie ducked out of the way in the nick of time, giving Gally a swift push in the side that sent him sprawling to the ground. The Greenie had time for a smile, a few seconds to relish in the wild applause, and then Gally, on his back in the dirt, delivered a sharp kick to the Greenie’s legs. The Greenie went down, his head slamming to the ground.

“Cheap shot,” you muttered to Minho.

Minho’s eyes were alight with excitement. “No one’s knocked Gally down for at least the past three bonfires.”

“Maybe the Greenie won’t be a Slopper after all.” You kept your eyes on the new boy. He was lifting his head, his lips moving, but you were too far and the crowd was too loud for you to hear anything. “What’s he saying?”

Around you, the boys were quieting as the Greenie stood.

“Thomas!” the Greenie said. “My name is Thomas!”

There was a beat of silence. Then, from across the circle, Alby pointed at the Greenie and yelled, “Thomas!”

The people around you took it up as though it was a war cry. “Thomas!” they shouted. “Thomas!” Just like that, the circle broke, a mob converging on Thomas to pat his back and shake his hand and let him know that he was one of you.

The swarm of people lasted only a few minutes, but the connection you felt with the other Gladers seemed like it would exist forever. You were one, welcoming Thomas into the sea. Minho was on your right and a Slicer, maybe Winston, was on your left, and in front of you was Clint holding two glasses of moonshine, and little Chuck was somewhere amongst you all, his high voice sounding a cheer that could be heard above the deeper tones of the other boys. For those few seconds, you were unified.

Eventually, people trickled away. Some went to the fire, others to the food, others to the drinks. Gally had disappeared, maybe going into hiding to nurse his wounded ego. Still standing where his triumph had taken place was Thomas, and next to him, you, Minho, and Chuck lingered.

“I’m Y/N,” you said. Now that you were close to Thomas, you could see he had brown eyes and a few moles dotted across his cheeks. He gave you a shy smile and nodded.

“I’m Thomas. In case you missed it.”

Chuck giggled. His face was red and his smile huge. “How could anyone miss that? I bet we woke all the Grievers!”

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted from cheerful to tense. You and Minho glared at Chuck. Blood drained from the boy’s face. He clapped his hands over his mouth.

“What’s a Griever? People keep mentioning them but they won’t explain,” Thomas said. He waited, but neither you nor Minho said a word. “No one answers any questions here.”

It’s for your own good, you thought, it’s safer this way. Sometimes you wished you didn’t know about Grievers. They were walking nightmares, armed with hundreds of different, painful ways to kill someone. It wasn't enough that you had to risk running into them in the Maze. They infiltrated your dreams. How many nights had you awoken in Newt's arms after seeing him get torn apart over and over again? Even now, when your relationship with him was so messy, you wished you could scourge that image from your mind. You wished you could forget about the Grievers.

But that would make you less aware in the Maze. It might even make you think that staying in the Glade was the right thing to do. So, as a Runner, it was your duty to remember the Grievers. To remember the danger. And, as you looked at Chuck, the youngest boy in the Glade, and Thomas, who was still new enough not to be stripped of his innocence, you recognized that it was also your duty to protect them from that knowledge.

“It was nice meeting you, Thomas.” You began walking away. Minho nodded at Thomas and joined you.

From behind, you heard Chuck’s voice, eager for redemption. “You should hang out with us on your next day off, Y/N!”

As you were turning around to give Chuck and Thomas a smile and an apology (like hell you were taking a day off any time soon) someone else spoke up.

“That’s a good idea.” Newt was approaching the group. He walked slowly, hesitantly. His shoulders were slumped like he was tired, and there was something about his face that seemed different.

You froze.

“I was looking at the schedule yesterday,” Newt continued. He wouldn’t look at you. His gaze was fixed on the ground, his features hardly visible in the dim light. Half of you wanted to see his eyes, while the other half wanted him to shut up and leave you alone. “You were supposed to rest three days ago.”

Your heart ached at his accent. You gritted your teeth and steeled yourself. “I wasn’t tired.” This was the first time you’d spoken since the time you’d rejected his apology. Pretty weak apology, you thought, remembering his excuse of never seeing another girl and getting “caught up”. In an instant, unresolved rage rushed through your body. You squeezed your fists. You needed to keep this in check. Not in front of the Greenie. Not in front of Chuck and Minho. Not at the bonfire.

“Minho, you know the protocol. She’ll get injured if you let her keep doing this.” Forgotten notes of protectiveness seeped into Newt’s voice. He couldn’t act like this anymore; not after what he’d done.

You opened your mouth.

Minho beat you. “I know.” He looked down at you regretfully. “I’m the Keeper. You need to listen to me if you want to keep your job. And if I want to keep mine.”

You stared at him, lips pursed together. Curses and insults bubbled in your mouth.

“You’re taking tomorrow off,” he said.

“I can’t take tomorrow off! I’m supposed to cover Hank’s section!”

Minho frowned. You wouldn’t look at Newt. You refused to.

“Fine. After tomorrow you’re taking a day off.” Minho’s tone was firm.

You wanted to argue. You wanted to turn on Newt and tell him off. You wanted to shake some sense into these people. Didn’t they understand how important this was?

“It’ll be fun, Y/N. You’ll like hanging out with us,” Chuck piped up. He sounded genuinely excited, if a little afraid that you’d start yelling at him. Next to him, Thomas stood silently, watching with intelligent brown eyes.

You deflated in a long exhale. “Fine.” You spat the word like it was poison. You gave Minho one last betrayed look, then walked away without a goodbye. Not to Thomas or Chuck, and definitely not to Newt.

The bonfire was over.

You ran angry the next day. With sharp eyes, you scanned every stone on the walls and ground, every patch of dirt, every tangle of vines. Even though you were in a different section, it was all still the same. There was nothing out of the ordinary. You weren’t expecting a glowing exit sign, but you did want something. This couldn’t be a puzzle without a solution.

At one point during the day, when the sun was still high overhead, you thought you heard a scream. It was faint, but it made you stop in your tracks, hold your breath, and wait to hear it again. After nearly a minute had passed with no new noises, you continued running.

Was the scream a sign? Should you try to run towards it? What if it wasn’t a scream, but the screech of metal as a new door opened?

Your legs moved faster. You searched every passage. Every nook and cranny and every dead end. And you found nothing.

You arrived back at the Glade early, sweaty and sore and disappointed. You’d spent the last hour or so trying to tamp down your frustration at your forced rest day tomorrow. You were so angry that you almost ignored Minho when you saw him in the Runner’s Hut. The look on his face made you pause.

“What happened?” you asked.

He was sitting, maps spread in front of him. His eyebrows were scrunched in worry, his mouth twisted in a frown. All of the playfulness had left his expression. Behind you, the sound of the door opening made you turn. Alby walked in. You whipped around to face Minho again as you caught sight of Newt trailing behind your leader.

Just that slight glimpse of him was enough to confirm what you’d thought at the bonfire last night: he was thinner, more somber looking. There were dark circles under his eyes. For a brief second, you let yourself wonder where he was sleeping. Was Margaret not as comfortable to sleep next to as you were? Did he miss the bed you’d shared? Did he miss you?

Minho’s voice broke into your thoughts. “Ben got stung.”

You blinked. “During the day? How?”

Alby and Newt took seats at the table, the latter boy choosing the spot farthest away from where you stood. Alby was the one who answered you. “We don’t know.”

You pulled out a chair and sat. Your hands felt numb. Beneath the table, your legs shook. “Is he still...” you trailed off.

Alby nodded, his mouth set in a grim line. “He’s alive in the Slammer. Some Builders are keeping guard.”

Your wide eyes prompted Minho to add, somewhat reluctantly, “He tried to kill Thomas.”

Icy dread flooded your lungs. Your stomach was in your heart, your heart was gone, because instead of a steady pounding you just felt sick.

You knew Ben. You’d ran with him and laughed with him and lived in this stupid shucking Glade with him, and now, because of a Griever and an unlucky day, he was someone else.

“Y/N-” Newt started, his voice soft.

“Is Thomas okay?” you interrupted. After Minho nodded, you asked, “When is Ben getting banished?” You looked from Minho to Alby, ignoring Newt with every fiber of your being.

“Tonight. Soon,” was Alby’s reply.

You nodded. Clenching and unclenching your hands, you made the numbness go away, replaced with jittery energy. “We’ll have to look in the Maze for any clues tomorrow. Did Ben say where it happened?” You slid one of the maps in front of Minho toward you. “I’ll check out his section tomorrow, we can have someone else cover mine, and-”

“You’re not going, Y/N.” Minho’s voice was hard. When you looked up at him, his face was like stone.

“What?”

“You still need to rest. This doesn’t change that.”

You looked around incredulously. One of them had to see how ridiculous this was. Alby stared back at you, unrelenting. Newt’s eyes were softer. You felt your gaze stop on him. His brown eyes were deep pools of pleading. You could practically hear him in your ear, his accent thick, his words laced with care, as he told you you needed to take a day off.

You forced your eyes back on Minho. “How could this not change everything?” You struggled to keep from shouting. “I’m one of the best Runners! You need me out there.”

"You're wearing yourself out, Y/N. You and I both know that," Minho said.

Your muscles pulsed with soreness in response. You thought of how painful sleeping was, not just because you were alone but because your body never stopped throbbing, and even though every bone in your body ached with exhaustion, your mind could never quiet. "I'm fine," you insisted.

“Minho and I are going to run Ben’s section,” Alby said.

“No offense, Alby, but-”

“Y/N, I think you should leave.” Alby’s tone was more serious than you’d ever heard.

You shook your head. “I still have to draw my map,” you said stubbornly.

Alby rose. “Then we’ll go to the Homestead.”

At his words, Minho and Newt stood up and made for the door, giving you sympathetic looks that you wanted to throw back in their faces. Minho had the gall to pat you on the shoulder. You glared at them.

As he stood in the door, waiting for Minho and Newt to leave, Alby said, in a kinder manner than before, “We’ll tell you everything when we get back tomorrow. We know how good you are. We can’t afford you getting an overuse injury." He stared you directly in your eyes and you saw the smallest shred of fear. "Not right now.”

And then he was gone and you were alone in the Runner’s Hut. The table was clean; you hadn’t noticed Minho take the maps. Moving as if in slow motion, you gathered pencil and paper and began to draw.

So much had happened in one month. How was that possible? You squeezed the pencil tighter, willing your hands to stop shaking. You thought you might cry. You thought you might rip apart the map in front of you. You thought you might shatter into pieces because everything was going wrong and you were no closer to getting out and now your friends were getting hurt and soon you would be even lonelier.

Time passed without you realizing. You must have sketched your section of the Maze five times. Every time you finished, you got another piece of paper. You needed to keep your hands busy. You needed to feel like you were doing something.

Outside, the walls began to rumble. You drew faster. Ben was probably at the entrance right now. Who was pushing him in? Was Ben crying? Was he begging? Was he so damaged from the Griever sting that he was still trying to attack his friends?

Your pencil ripped through the paper and you were drawing on the table and your face was wet and your breath was shaky. The pencil tip snapped. You flung it across the room and dropped your head in your hands and cried.

There wasn’t enough air. Or maybe you just had too many tears. There were tears for Newt and the kiss that felt like it’d happened so long ago, there were tears for Thomas and being attacked in a strange place, there were tears for Chuck for being so young, there were tears for Alby for having to act so old, there were tears for Minho and Ben and all of the other Runners who risked their sanity and their lives and sometimes didn’t get lucky.

You never heard the door open and close. You saw someone set a plate with a sandwich in front of you. You felt their arm settle across your shoulders. You smelled Newt and he smelled like home, and so you pushed away your shame and leaned into him.

He didn’t say anything. He just held you, and when you wrapped your arms around his waist, he let you hold him. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, right by your ear. The ghost of his lips hovered a hair’s length from your skin.

Neither of you said a word.

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murdocsmith · 1 year ago

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Don’t like the smell? That’d be the chloroform-

#murdocs #ocs #dbd #murdocsmith #dead by daylight #dbd killer #dillon edwards #sunset slicer #my art #dbd oc

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jazy3 · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 17X14

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

So, if you read my review from the previous episode you know I turned out to be mostly wrong about this one. That being said, I really enjoyed the episode. I was never a ride or die japril shipper so I don't think this episode was as emotional for me as it was for other fans, but I enjoyed it. It was nice to see Jackson and April back on screen together! They always had great chemistry and I really enjoyed their scenes. And how cute was Harriet in this episode? She was SO adorable! I like that Jackson went to go visit his father to try and figure out what his Mom was talking about and I'm glad he got some closure there. That was nice to see. The scene where Robert tells Jackson why he left was super emotional and the acting was sublime!

I'm glad that Robert is giving lunches to people who need them in the community and is helping in his own way. It doesn't make up for what he did, but it's nice to know that he's making a go of the life he has with the diner and his coffee blend. It did bug me a bit that they played with time so much because it was difficult for me to figure out in the beginning what order the events went in which kind of took me out of the episode a little bit.

My biggest pet peeve with this episode was the whole thing with the meat slicer. Let me explain. It would have taken Robert a few minutes maximum to teach Jackson how to use it, but instead Jackson acts like the entitled pretty boy that he is and says he can operate it no problem. It's because of attitudes like this that people get hurt in workplace accidents because they assume that because it looks easy that it is. Anyone CAN operate a meat slicer, but you shouldn't without proper training.

Attitudes like that perpetuate the idea that people who work in hospitality, retail, construction, and other such fields are "simple" and that anyone can do it. It devalues the important work that so many people do, and it often results in untrained people getting hurt. So yeah as someone whose worked in both hospitality and retail and whose family works in construction I could have done without the harmful stereotype that we are all simpletons and Jackson's BS elitist attitude and him cutting himself on the meat slicer. Jackson's clearly never worked a day in his life outside of being a doctor and it shows.

I too was surprised when April agreed so suddenly to go with Jackson to Boston. I didn't think it was fair for her to agree without talking to Matthew first, but then she revealed that they split up. Going into this episode I really thought they were faking us out because April, a deeply religious woman, leaving her husband and step-daughter for Jackson didn't make any sense to me. But finding out that April and Matthew split up changes that. At first, I thought that would be impossible because getting a divorce in the early months of the pandemic was pretty difficult but the fact that they've separated but not officially divorced makes more sense.

Jackson says in the first half of the season that Matthew is spending more time with Harriet than he or April are because they've both been taking so many COVID shifts which at the time came across as them being a happy family. But taken in context with what April says in this episode it makes it sound like Matthew was spending time with Harriet because Jackson and April were working all the time and that put strain on their marriage. What Jackson is talking about would have happened in March or early April and this episode takes place sometime in June. Sadly, a lot of couples have split up during the pandemic in the way that April describes so while sad it was realistic.

While it would obviously be sad and confusing for the kids April makes it clear that Matthew and Ruby have the support of his sister and mother and her and Harriet have Jackson. I’m sad that April and Matthew’s relationship didn’t work out. I really liked them together. I do think it was nice though that they had Jackson ride off into the sunset with April and Harriet having left the door open for reconciliation the way they did with Arizona and Callie when Arizona moved to New York with Sofia.

Also let’s talk about the big elephant in the room. I get that this is Jackson's send off, but I still don't understand why Jackson couldn't run the Foundation from Seattle. That's what Catherine has been doing on and off for the last few years. Tom and Richard the previous and current Chief Medical Officers of the Catherine Fox Foundation are both based in Seattle. Why is moving to Boston necessary? It's their foundation can't they just move the Headquarters? Also were in a pandemic wouldn’t Jackson be working remotely anyway? Why do they have to move to Boston? What’s in Boston that they need so badly?

That being said, I'm glad that Jackson is getting a proper send off and will have time to say goodbye to everybody and have some heart to hearts and do it properly. We don't get that with every character. What in the heckity heck is Jo going to do next season? She doesn't have anyone to sleep with or date and she's leaving general surgery for OBGYN. That doesn't leave a whole lot of story for her. What is she going to do? Talk to Levi about his relationship problems and deliver babies? You could make a reoccurring character out of that sure but not a main character which is what Jo is currently billed as.

I'd like to see Jo adopt Luna and I think that could be really interesting so if they go that route, I could get on board but if not, I don't know what she's going to do. To be honest Jo isn't my favourite character, but I still feel bad for her. She has serious abandonment issues and every time she heals someone else leaves her! Jo's mother left her at a fire station as a baby. She wanted nothing to do with her as an adult. She did the work to get all whole and healed and was finally ready to have kids with Alex when finds out about the twins and leaves her for Izzie.

Jo does the work to get better and work on her issues and begins a friends with benefits relationship with Jackson only for him to disappear to the woods after Jo called him out on it at the beginning of their relationship and has now decided to move to Boston with April and Harriet to head up the Foundation. Girl can't win. Also does April know that Jackson has been sleeping with Jo? I mean she didn’t tell him that her and Matthew separated so I guess she can’t be too mad at him, but still. Awkward.

I think Jackson loves camping more than anyone else ever loves camping. His departure means he won't be attending Maggie's wedding. I have to admit I was looking forward to the awkwardness. I’m curious to see what Catherine is going to do now. Will she retire? Will she go back to being an attending surgeon full time? Does this mean they are going to have to find someone new to head up Plastics? Are they going to introduce a new character for Season 18?

I feel like finding a replacement for Jackson could go either way. Because I didn't think I would like Hayes when he took over Peds but now I love him and he's one of my favourite characters! I still miss Alex, but Hayes has been a great addition. I root for him and Meredith so hard and he was one of my favourite parts of Season 16.

Also, poor Bailey! This woman is just trying to keep the hospital afloat and she's losing surgeons and doctors left, right, and centre. Alex moved to Kansas. DeLuca died. Jackson is moving to Boston. Jo is switching specialties. Meredith's out with COVID! And let's not forget that Bailey lost her Mom to COVID not that long after she suffered a miscarriage after having a heart attack way too young and she deals with OCD which the pandemic is doing nothing to help! This poor woman!

Onto next week’s promo, I'm glad that they are doing a proper send off with Jackson. I'm also super excited that Meredith is up and talking and moving around! I've missed her! Although I am mad we have to wait another two weeks!!! I mean come on! We waited two whole months for the show to come back and then we waited for two weeks between episodes 13 and 14 and now we have to wait another two weeks for episode 15. Come on! Meredith and Hayes better rise as a couple when the show returns because if they don’t I will be so disappointed.

Until next time!

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rockonmyfriends · 4 years ago

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@thischapstickaddict this one’s for you!

Favorite color: that pinky orange you get at sunset. And the pinky purple you get at sunrise

Currently reading: the book I was reading before the Move (and is sitting on the nightstand but hasn’t been touched in a while) is History of England Book 3: Rebellion by Peter Ackroyd, which covers the Stuarts to “the Glorious Revolution” (idk I haven’t read that far yet. Something something Cromwell and the king was executed). Ackroyd has a pretty good way of flipping back to the more common people, although he does focus a lot on the royalty. He doesn’t really cover the effects of English history on the English language, which I would have liked to see more about in book 1 (Foundations). Overall an accessible, enjoyable English history, but I do mean English. Countries like France and Spain get mentioned more often than Wales, Ireland, or the colonies. (Scotland showed up a bit more, mostly due to Mary Queen of Scots, but still not much.)

More highly recommended are my two-year-old’s favorite books, which I typically read AT LEAST once per day. Click Clack Moo: Cows That Type (by Doreen Cronin, illustrated by Betsy Lewin) is good childhood primer for collective action when the cows (and later hens) go on strike because they want electric blankets. You will see phrases like “neutral party” and “ultimatum.” The other is possibly the funniest book ever written, I Need a New Butt (by Dawn McMillan, illustrated by Ross Kinnaird.) A child has noticed that his butt has a crack and goes on a quest to find a new one. “Did I do it on the slide? Or on the bannister inside? Or when I jumped my BMX? Or with the fart that happened next? Of course! The fart! That’s what blew my butt apart. Split the thing clean in two. Now I wonder what to do.”

Last song: Smooth by Santana feat. Rob Thomas and yeah that song fucking slaps. I had the sunroof open 10/10 would do again. Did anyone else think Rob Thomas was the platonic ideal of cool when that video came out or just me?

Last movie: Fear Street: 1994. Delightful. Nothing very surprising happens, especially bc you Know there are more. Still. I thoroughly enjoyed it and plan to watch the next two before Halloween. Not too much grossness except the bread slicer scene. Do not watch the bread slicer scene. I don’t remember any jump scares. I was actually sad when people died.

Last series: okay so the last thing I put on and watched on purpose was Leverage: Redemption. Which I need to finish. I didn’t want to run through them all at once but it’s Time. Last thing I actually watched on the TV was an episode of Halloween Baking Wars or something like that. Halloween Baking Challenge? Idk they made serial killer summer camp themed cakes that made us want cake.

Currently craving: chocolate cake, layered, preferably with a mousse or ganache, no this is not related to the tv show we watched I always crave this oh and also add some strawberries and whipped cream

Tea or coffee: tea. I have a cup every morning, unfortunately. :/ the caffeine addiction is real and it’s a giant Batman mug of black Lipton. The smell of coffee is just no, and that goes triple for the taste

Currently working on: figuring out how to teach specific material (microbiology) to a general audience (med students). Also the virology lecture I’m giving in a few weeks. And finding a house to buy. Not to forget the committees I just got put on. Yeah. Currently working on the whole starting a new job and moving thing but the immediately after part

I haven’t been interacting with anyone on here lately (except @thischapstickaddict), so if any of y’all want to do this, go for it 🧫🔬💜🖤🤍 love to see what people are up to

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eos-in-orbit · 5 years ago

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Star Wars AU Chapter 2

Gordon was having a great time. He’d had several shots of something amber, danced with at least half the people in the club, then made out with Ilar until Mylin had told them to get a room.

That’s what they were doing now. The rest of the crew had decided (wisely) to stay at the club, mainly because only Mylin saw them leave. The city was still lively at this time of night and the Empire had yet to enforce a curfew in this system. They managed to find their way back to where they’d left the ship, which was probably a minor miracle but neither were really in a state to appreciate it.

“Yours or mine?”

“Mine, top bunk’s too dangerous.”

Gordon snorted with laughter. “We could try living dangerously.”

Ilar didn’t reply, he’d gone very still.

“Gord, someone’s here.”

He pulled himself together as best he could. “Who?”

Ilar’s lekku gestured to the far corner, cast in shadows.

Gordon was about to ask if they had anything valuable on board when a shadow detached from the general darkness and spoke.

“Gordon Tracy?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not even going to pretend?” Ilar hissed.

“My family isn’t exactly low profile, my face is all over the Holonet.”

“You need to come with me.”

“Excuse me, whoever the kriff you are, I don’t need to go anywhere.”

They stepped into the light, revealing Mandalorian armour. “It will be much less painful if you just come quietly.”

“I don’t even know what you want.”

“Your brothers hired me.”

“Maybe-”

“No. Hell no. You can tell those wastoids that I’m not coming back. I don’t care about the stupid company, I’m living my own life now.”

“What if it’s important?” Ilar whispered.

“It’s not.”

The Mandalorian sighed. “So it’s the painful way?”

“It’s the ‘leave me alone and tell them to leave me alone’ way.”

The Mandalorian was gone, then there was a biting pain in his side, and everything went black.

It was undoubtedly the worst hangover of Gordon’s life and he’d had some terrible hangovers. He felt like he’d been hit by a cargo ship, and he couldn’t feel his teeth. After what could have been an eternity he realised that he wasn’t in his bunk, nor did he recognise the room (unless Ilar had decorated while he’d been sleeping.) It took another couple of eternities for him to remember what had happened last night. He stumbled to the door but it refused to open, even though he swore at it and threatened it with unimaginable violence. He considered the situation carefully and decided the best course of action was to go back to sleep.

“I thought I was being kidnapped.”

“Do you want the caf or not?”

Gordon accepted the caf. “How do you drink with the helmet on?”

He could feel her rolling her eyes. Her armour was a dull teal, there was no decoration that declared her clan, not that that would mean anything to him. Mandalorian clans weren’t exactly his specialist subject. He didn’t even know her name.

“We’ll be landing in a few minutes, you think you can handle that?”

“I can handle anything.”

“Hm.” The door shut behind her and he sagged over the counter. He wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing his family. Especially not in this state. He wasn’t sure what he was dreading most, Scott’s disapproval, Virgil and Grandma’s worrying, or Alan’s excitement.

The ship shuddered then went quiet.

This is it. The end of my adventures.

Alan hit him at a sprint, he’d grown about two feet since he’d last seen him.

“Hey.”

“You came back!”

“Of course I came back.” Yeah, that sounded convincing.

Alan didn’t let go, so Virgil ‘s hug was awkwardly around them both.

“We need to talk.”

“I know.”

Then Scott and Grandma were hugging him too, and, for a moment, he remembered why he loved his family.

“You didn’t even think about us! We didn’t know if you were dead or alive! You’re selfish and irresponsible and you’re a disappointment to the family!”

“Why bother dragging me back? Why not leave me alone so I can do my thing and you can pretend I don’t exist.”

Scott glowered. Gordon stared back.

“You paid someone to find me. Whatever you want you must want it bad.”

“You’re a good pilot.”

“I’m a damn good pilot. What has that got to do with anything?”

“Dad, he had this idea, to help people across the galaxy.” Scott turned to gaze out over the city, an impressive silhouette against the sunset sky, Gordon almost snorted at the arrogance of it. “I know the war is over but there are still people in need, still people out there who need our help.”

Scott turned on the holoprojector. Gordon’s jaw dropped.

“These are insane.”

“One of them could be yours.”

“So you dragged me back because you don’t have enough willing pilots for dad’s crazy plan.”

For a moment he thought Scott would [him out]

“Basically. You’re a good pilot, and I know you’re a good person. You’d be suited to it.”

“Look-”

“Think about it.”

“Sell it to me.”

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose. “Gordon.”

“I’m serious, tell me your game plan.”

“Simple. We intercept calls for help and we help.”

“Uh…how?”

“The ships are specially designed-”

“No, how do we intercept the calls?”

Scott stopped. Blinked. His mouth opened then closed. He blinked again and he cleared his throat.

“Well, we use our company satellite to…Brains knows the details.”

Gordon facepalmed. “You don’t know. How will the company satellite pick up distress calls in totally different star systems? Those things don’t broadcast far, and the satellite isn’t powerful enough to pick up tiny signals like that.”

Scott groaned and sank into a chair.

“You mean it will only pick up distress calls in the closest systems?”

“Yeah, and probably only the more powerful ones, and I guess you’re wanting to help the little guy.”

“We can increase the range…”

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“What do you think, Gordon?” he asked in the sort of voice one uses to humour a small child, Gordon resisted the temptation to smack him

“You need a slicer.”

He could see the gears turning as his expression cycled through refusal, reasoning, then resignation.

“We need a slicer.”

There was a knock at the door, then Lady Penelope entered. Gordon turned his gaze to the window; he didn’t want her to catch him staring again.

“I couldn’t help but overhear that you might need a slicer. I know a young man who would be eager for the job.”

“We can’t use any outsiders. It’s enough of a risk having Gordon here.”

“Hey!”

“I’ve worked with him before, he’s very discreet. Shall I give him a call?”

Gordon nodded, but it didn’t matter because for once Scott agreed without argument.

#star wars au #TAG!star wars au #thunderbirds are go

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swiftpng · 6 years ago

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❥ — taylor swift’s fall netflix list // gettin’ deep & personal task.

Taylor’s a sucker for binge-watching a television show and ignoring the fact that she should be replying to emails about work, so what’s a better way to procrastinate than answering a bunch of fall related questions while watching a baking show? (click on the picture for hq!)

what’s your favorite part of fall? Everything. I know, I know… I might’ve said summer was my favorite season, but honestly? I love this time of the year so much. The leaves here are beginning to change colors. Soon they’ll fall to the ground in an array of golden-tones, stripping the trees bare in the process. We’ll all soon follow, wiping ourselves clean of the year’s hard times in anticipation of the better that’s sure to come. Pumpkin flavors can now be requested in coffee shops all over, and in just a couple weeks time, children will line the streets in costumes. There’s something in the breeze that heals. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it. Goosebumps litter my skin and at times I have to question whether I’m cold or whether my body is coming alive for the first time in ten months. Fall has arrived and so has my spirit.

what about your least favorite? Hm, hard call. Maybe the colder weather? I don’t mind it, but I don’t really enjoy the feeling of my limbs feeling numb from the coldness.

what’s a song that always makes you think of Halloween? Thriller by Michael Jackson! If you don’t do the dance when you hear this song, we can’t be friends.

describe your quintessential fall outfit? Fall fashion is some of my favorite and, in my opinion, often the most creative! Usually, I’m always wearing fall colors with jeans, boots, and a sweater. Scarves, hats, and gloves can be found in my wardrobe during this time of year, too.

have you ever played with a ouija board? No, I wouldn’t do that. I’ve seen one too many horror films to know that it never ends well when you mess with those things.

do you feel that fall makes you happy or sad? Happy, most of the time! Although, it does make me feel slightly nostalgic, so that can always bring up unwanted feelings to the surface.

what’s your favorite Halloween-related movie? I always go for more light-hearted movies rather than all out scary movies, so I would have to say Hocus Pocus. But, I like Practical Magic, too.

now that the weather’s getting colder, what’s a go-to comfort meal for fall? Mac and cheese is my comfort food. It’s homey, warm, and so delicious.

do you believe in ghosts & spirits? A little bit. I’m the kind of person to hear a mysterious noise and think “ghosts!” because that’s just who I am. I believe there are things we can’t see that exist, but I don’t really believe in the traditional ideas of what “ghosts” are. Maybe I’ll Buzzfeed Unsolved it one of these days and see if they’re truly real for myself.

favorite fall-related scent? Freshly made pumpkin pie from the oven is such a good smell, but I also love the smell of nature after it rains.

are you a generally superstitious person? I’m not overall superstitious, but I believe that there are things we can’t see or fathom. I believe there’s things we can’t explain, yet or ever. I believe that the number thirteen is my lucky number, and whenever it pops up randomly, I always believe it’s good luck for me.

do you rake up the leaves in your yard, or leave them fall where they may? I just leave them on the ground until I know it’s supposed to snow, and then I rake them up for them to burn. Fallen leaves make for a good bonfire.

if you were home alone and heard footsteps in your house, what would you do? I would probably check my security camera footage, and if I felt really spooked out, I’d call a friend to come over and stay the night!

hot apple cider or pumpkin spice coffee? Oooh, don’t do this to me. I love both, but a mug of hot apple cider is amazing when you’re at the window and reading a book.

pick a team of three people to go with you to a haunted house if you wanted to survive? Let me see… I think I’d choose Bill Skarsgård because he’s taller than me and I trust that he could protect the rest of the team; James McAvoy because he’s hilarious and I’m sure he could calm my nerves and lighten the mood; and Delta Goodrem since she’s my soul sister and I would need her for moral support. Bill, James, and Delta – those three would be my team if I had to go into a haunted house to survive.

do you use the pumpkin seeds once you’ve scooped ‘em from the jack-o-lantern? I usually save them! I roast them in the oven and eat them as a snack.

favorite Halloween costume that you’ve ever worn? Getting the chance to wear Ryan’s Deadpool costume was pretty cool. Didn’t think it would fit at first, but I’m glad it did!

what’s your favorite fall time activity? Going out at night and walking against the brisk air, warm coffee in my hand, feeling free and abandoned with my loved ones; sitting outside in the afternoons with a cozy sweater and writing/drawing; watching the darkening of the days, giving way to even brighter sunsets and sunrises.

graveyards at night: yay or nay? Uh, no. I don’t even like going to them in the daytime, so going to one during the night would not be for me.

do you enjoy baking during the fall season? Of course! Imagine if I didn’t bake almost everyday during the fall season? If you can name it, I can bake it. Cookies, pies, cakes, bread – those will fill my kitchen at all times.

are you more into Halloween parties or trick-or-treating? Since I’m older, I would say Halloween parties. Though, now that I’m living in Bayview, I’m hoping to get a chance to pass out candy to kids. Seeing little ones dressed up in their costumes is so cute.

what role do you play in a horror movie: the final girl, first to die, comic relief, the brain, or the murderer? Honestly? Depends on my mood. Kidding. Well, maybe. I feel like most people would assume that I would be the first to die in a horror movie and they might be right, but I feel like I could be the brain to come up with a plan to save us all. I’d be the comic relief if I’m nervous or feeling stressed during it all, the final girl if my plan goes like it should, and the murderer if I saw someone I disliked.

have you ever changed your appearance with the season? like dyeing your hair or doing different makeup? A lot of people dye their hair darker as the seasons change, but I don’t think I can pull off brown hair, so I just stick to blonde. I usually change my makeup to more darker tones.

after a scary movie… lights on or off? On, always. And I have to watch something more light-hearted afterwards otherwise I can’t go to sleep.

what’s your favorite candy that you look forward to getting around Halloween? Definitely Reese’s Pieces or M&M’s. You’ll never see me with candy corn, though. Whoever likes those are wrong. Very, very wrong. They have no taste, they’re boring, and they’re just not a good Halloween candy. Or even candy in general. Honestly, just don’t even talk to me if you like candy corn. Please. Also, if you have any in your presence, you should do yourself a favor and throw them away.

you’re a witch or warlock… what’s your familiar animal? Would it be too predictable to say a cat? It would be cool if they could talk like Salem, too.

it’s an apple, and it’s coated with what: chocolate, candy or caramel? A chocolate M&M covered apple would be my pick. I never eat it from the stick, so I usually cut it with an apple slicer and then have my way with it.

do you believe in any urban legends like moth man or chupacabras? Can’t say I do, only because I’m not really familiar with either of those. I will say that I believe in Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster.

are you more into the fall aesthetic, or just in it for Halloween? Both? I love fall because of the crispness of the air against the gentle warmth of sunlight, the reemergence of cozy dark clothing and boots, a fresh brew of coffee as the sun rises and the chill starts to nip at your nose and cheeks, the faint scent of cinnamon, shorter days in exchange for softer evenings and brighter sunrises, greenery turning over to bold reds, oranges, and yellows, a tangible feeling that you can do anything… I could go on forever, I just really, really love autumn, my soul feels so at home when it’s this time of year. But, I do love Halloween and I refuse to believe it begins within the plane of manmade time, and is not an atmospheric state that graces us mere mortals every year without fail, bringing with it an odd chilly peace and natural pleasantries and a sort of magic, all of which is willed by the Gods of Spook. Yes, I know, I’m weird.

supernatural time: do you wanna be a vampire, werewolf, or zombie? I’ve been a zombie once, and let me tell you, sitting for six hours in a makeup chair is not fun. But in all seriousness, if I had to choose based off of what I’ve seen in TV shows and such, I think I’d go with being a werewolf. I mean, having to turn on a full moon and have every bone in my body break doesn’t sound like too much fun, but it does sound better than having to live off of blood and never actually dying (unless you get stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake). With how much the world is changing, I don’t think I would to live long enough to see how it all ends.

#bviewtask #( ❛ ░ ▌ it's my life so truth be told // tasks.#okay so i tried to be poetic with some of the answers bc she's like that sometimes but it might've turned out cheesy sfjisdf #also ik some of these aren't really on netflix but we can pretend

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rikakowrites · 6 years ago

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OC Interview - Kerith

Tagged by @fortificationhill! And I’m gonna tag anyone who hasn’t been tagged yet, since anyone I’d tag was already tagged.

(Under the cut for length.)

1. What is your name? "Courier Kerith Slicer, at your service. Just 'Courier' is fine, of course."

2. How old are you? "Twenty eight, as of recently."

3. What do you look like? "Tall? Moderately so, at least. Pale, brown hair--usually braided--and greenish-gold eyes? Formally categorized as 'hazel', but that's awfully vague."

4. Where are you from? Where do you live now? "I was born in New Arroyo and raised there. My formal home is currently the Lucky 38, specifically the penthouse, where I have a lovely view of the entire desert."

5. What was your childhood like? "I like to think it was relatively normal. I was raised by my mother and my uncle Goris, and spent a lot of time in the library or learning how to fight."

6. What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? "The Followers and I are on very good terms, I supply most of their funding out of my own pocket. The Kings like that I got the NCR out of the area, as do a large number of the local factions. The Brotherhood of Steel and the Boomers are formally allied with me, but there isn't much communication between us outside of business."

7. Tell me about your best friend. "I um... yeah." She glances away and fidgets with her glasses.

8. Do you have a family? Tell me about them! "Just my mother. But being the village elder, she was always busy when she wasn't trying to get me to take up kick boxing. Goris was usually in the library, and I frequently slipped away to visit him." She does not elaborate on this "uncle".

9. What about a partner or partners? "I don't believe I can apply that term to him. Not yet, at least."

10. Who are your enemies, and why? "I don't think there's very many that I haven't killed yet. Elliot (Institute-aligned Sole Survivor) has tried to have me killed after I poked my nose in too many places out East, so I'd say he counts."

11. Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? "They're... hm." She crosses her arms and puts her hand on her chin. "They're better off hiding in their bunkers."

12. What about The Enclave? "I, uh, who wants to know? The Remnants helped me take Hoover Dam, but I haven't heard from them since."

13. How do you feel about Super Mutants? "I have to wonder just how poorly the FEV experiments must have gone on the East Coast for the majority of them to have come out as brutish and bloodthirsty as they are in comparison to those that served the Master."

14. What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in? "I'd say Hoover Dam, but honestly fighting against Elliot at Bunker Hill was insane. No one was teleporting at Hoover Dam, and there were far fewer Vertibirds. It had also been a relatively straightforward battle, two sides facing off, while Bunker Hill had people showing up uninvited from all directions. Though I'm sure the NCR and Legion--if they were still around--would say that my allies hadn't been invited, either."

15. Have you ever fought a Deathclaw? "I generally don't try to seek them out."

16. Do you like fighting? "Usually from a distance, yes."

17. What’s your weapon of choice? "I have my .45 auto pistol that I always have on me. I've taken a liking to many other guns, but I always come back to this one in the end."

18. How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?) "A bit of logic, a bit of charm, and a quick hand."

19. Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them? She shudders. "Horrible death traps. Even the control vaults make me dizzy and panicky."

20. How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? "I relied heavily on a good set of Power Armor out East. Thankfully there's far less here so I usually just use Rad-X, RadAway if I'm unable to avoid it. I worry about my DNA sometimes." (She doesn't mention that Arcade usually has to fight her to get her to take RadAway, due to the needle. If Arcade were listening, he'd just be staring at her with how casually she mentions it, as if she's actually capable of administering it to herself.)

21. What’s your favorite wasteland critter? "My snupp--er, night stalkers. The ones I've bred, specifically."

22. What’s your least favorite wasteland critter? "Radscorpions, their poison hurts, and they don't even have pretty wings like Cazadors. I used to think I hated Cazadors the most, but they grew on me as I studied them in the lab that created them, while out East I suffered many stings from the largest radscorpions I had ever seen."

23. How do you feel about robots? "I love them! ED-E follows me everywhere, and he gets along well with all my robo-scorpions, which I also love. I'm confident enough in my programming and Yes Man that I always feel safe when one of my Securitrons is around, though with the network, it's usually Yes Man anyway."

24. How many caps do you have on you right now? "One, two, three... I wasn't planning on going anywhere to trade, so just enough to potentially get lunch out later."

25. Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? "Sunset Sarsaparilla, hands down. I don't like all the caffeine in Nuka Cola."

26. Do you do chems? "I use them in a pinch, I barely remember the fight, but I was surrounded and took one of everything in my bag. Woke up in the Old Mormon Fort. So not usually." She takes a tin out of her pocket and pops a Mentat.

27. Do you ever think about the Pre-War world? "Surveying ruins you can't help but wonder about the people who lived there. It's all ancient history, but the culture was interesting."

28. What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently? "I... blew up a lot of large things during my long trip out East. Things that contained people, non-combatants. I'm not proud, but my hand was forced."

29. What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve? She gestures around her. "Winning Hoover Dam and taking New Vegas for myself, I'd say."

30. What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world? "Peace? Prosperity? Eventually I want to be able to settle down, and be able to go a few days at a time without getting frustrated with something and deciding that I need to take care of it myself."

#mp #my writing #screenshot #courier kerith #kerith lore stuff #kerith ref

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nayaadina-blog · 6 years ago

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Tastiest Sacra Tomatoes?

Factors influencing which tomato varieties we can and want to grow each summer can include: regional taste tests, availability, media buzz, comfort factor (growing the same variety year after year 'cause it never did you wrong), productivity, fun factor (does it have a cool name or history?), looks (is it pretty? is it freaky looking?), and dumb luck (your neighbor started too many 'Early Girl' seedlings). But, let's face it... around here, it's less about what we can grow and more about what tastes great. We live in such a tomato-friendly region that there's no excuse for growing a flavorless tomato. Who cares how many pounds a 'Pasty Bland' Tomato plant yields, right? Luckily, there are plenty of taste-conscious gardeners in our area making it their business to find burger-worthy tomatoes packed with flavor! The only hitch is that some years are bad for certain tomatoes (i.e. a bad year for 'Brandy wine') or for tomatoes in general (i.e. summer, 2003). Oh well... At least we know we're starting with varieties possessing a high potential for great taste.

To make the often daunting selection process a little easier, I did a little poking around and found the following tomato varieties earning high flavor ratings from local and regional expert evaluations. You may want to print this list and take it with you when you go to the nursery... just don't let it stop you from making an impulse purchase! You'll be helping us find next year's candidates...

Keep in mind that some of the following varieties may not be carried locally. If your local nursery isn't going to carry it, you may want to order seeds from suppliers listed at the bottom of this page: 'Sun Gold' (cherry, "consensus winner for flavor among all tomatoes" Sunset Magazine, 2003/ Farmer Fred, "... Tried it in 2003...and it turned out to be last year's winner in the August trials here! I like it so much, I will not be planting any Sweet Million cherry tomatoes this year!..." 2003/ 2.58 out of 3, 3 being "superb", 2 being "OK", Morning sun Herb Farm 2003 Tomato Day) 'Isis Candy' (cherry, "almost as much praise as 'Sun Gold'", Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Yellow Pear'(cherry, "...mild...some rated it the highest...", Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Caspian Pink' (slicer, "... mild, pink-fleshed fruit whose flavor was preferred to that of 'Brandy wine' in some recent tastings..." Sunset Magazine, 2000) 'Brandy wine' (slicer, "...hands-down favorite..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Odoriko' (slicer, "... perfect balance between sweet and acid flavors..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Paul Robeson' (slicer, "... richly flavored, sometimes with hints of spice or red wine..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Cherokee Purple' (slicer, "... outstandingly rich black variety..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Black Prince' (slicer, "... flavorful and juicy, and can be sweet when it gets enough summer heat..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Earl of Edgecombe' (slicer, "... superb flavor..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Flammé' (slicer, "... nicely balanced sweetness..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Dona' (slicer, "... was bred for the fresh market, where flavor is at a premium..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Pineapple' (slicer, "... placed highly in tastings..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Nebraska Wedding' (slicer, "... placed highly in tastings..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'San Marzano' (paste, rated higher than 'Roma', "...full-flavored..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Viva Italia' (paste, rated higher than 'Roma', "...sweet..." Sunset Magazine, 2003) 'Ace', rated tops for taste, texture and appearance (UC Master Gardener Tomato Trial, 1998) 'Green Grape' 2.70 (3 being "superb", 2 being "OK", Morning sun Herb Farm, 2003 Tomato Day) 'Super Sweet' 2.69 (3 being "superb", 2 being "OK", Morning sun Herb Farm 2003 Tomato Day) 'Carbon X' 2.64 (3 being "superb", 2 being "OK", Morning sun Herb Farm 2003 Tomato Day) 'Evergreen' 2.64 (3 being "superb", 2 being "OK", Morning sun Herb Farm 2003 Tomato Day) 'Sun Sugar' (Farmer Fred, "... Wow! The sweetest cherry tomato I ever tasted!..." 2003) 'Brandy Boy' (Dan Vierria, Sacramento Bee's California Life, "... was an excellent tomato in my garden..." 2003).

Varieties getting a favorable flavor mention from locals on the Sac-gardening message board: 'Green Zebra', 'Amish Paste', 'Sweet 100', 'Sun Gold' (2 mentions), 'Yellow Pear', 'Heartland', 'Radiator Charlie's Mortgage Lifter', 'Floramerica', 'Better Boy', 'Celebrity', 'Early Girl', 'San Marzano', 'Ace', 'Roma', 'Lemon Boy' and 'Mama Mia'

For summer 2004, so far I've started some 'Caspian Pink' seeds, along with 'Micro-Tom', the "Worlds Smallest Tomato Variety", which got me with its high fun factor... You had me at "micro", Tom... Will most definitely look for 'Sun Gold' and a few other tasty tomatoes I don't yet know I must... have. By the way, if I've omitted your favorite flavorless tomato, send a DM.

#tomatoes

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