#thursby

[marmaladedcroissant]

Playing Warframe and Thursby… You think you can hurt Thursby?? AND LIVE? MY TENNO FORMED AN INSTANT BOND TO HIM IMMEDIATELY. YOU’RE DEAD! THERE IS NO LIVING AFTER THIS!

[thefujiwarazone]

Aauughhghghghghghghghg

[yinnyguardian]

My Nickname For Thursby/Legs (Warframe)

Anyone else call Thursby "Thursbean"? Cause like I asked on Reddit since me and my friends called him that and it's getting downvoted so badly and I'm confused as to why??? So I wanted to see if anyone else calls him that or knows why it's seemingly so controversial???

[a-tenno-called-prin]

IS THAT LEGS' VA????

[kyofsonder]

Find the Word

I was tagged by @saltysupercomputer to find a given set of words in my writing and tag others to keep the game going. Thank you for the tag, and the chance to play my favorite writeblr game!

My Words: pen, nature, ecstatic, cold, down

I'll tag: @aohendo, @crypticcodexcreations, @eli-writes-sometimes, @on-noon, @writingpotato07, and as always anyone who wants to join in can use the following words and say I tagged them!

Your Words: explain, answer, scheme, avoid, dismiss

Also as always, the excerpts themselves are under a cut so they don't take up too much space on people's dashes.

I found pen in my novel WIP "Apricots":

"Do you keep any note paper around here? A pen? Do you just type everything, and do I have to borrow your phone or something?"

"There are note cards and pencils by the teapot, same as always. I haven't moved them since the last time you came over. Are you okay?" Ian starts to get up to show him where they are, but Noah impatiently gestures for him to stay. Noah's legs are a little longer than Ian's, anyway, so the strides he makes across the apartment get him to the kitchen and back in barely any time at all. He complains along the way, mumbling things to himself that Ian can't understand, but there isn't a chance to ask him if those mumblings are important or not before a stack of lined notecards is being slammed down onto the coffee table and a cup full of pencils slides in right next to them.

I found nature in a rough draft of a short story titled "A Question of Time":

"That's better. Now. I am a piece of time itself. I am a cog wasp. You who have plucked time from the air and set it before you in a makeshift chair in a summoning circle. You who have asked for the knowledge of the world from a piece of its own sprawling existence. Ask your question once more, and time will answer," it speaks formally this time, as if greeting him properly for the first time. Was its slightly flippant yet refined nature before not how it's supposed to act when summoned? He shoos the thought from his head, focusing instead on what he'd worked so painstakingly to recover.

"Thank you again for responding to my summons and agreeing to hear me out. My question is this: how do I know how much time it will take to heal from a wound that wasn't inflicted on my body, but on my mind or heart? Do you know the answer?"

"Thank you for your kind and generous methods in summoning me and your careful thought about your question. I do not know the answer."

"What?" he slaps his hand across his mouth more aggressively this time, shocked by his own outburst when his voice rises several octaves into what can only be described as a squeak.

I found ecstatic in a bit of backstory writing about the villain for a D&D campaign I tried to run (scheduling conflicts forced a permanent hiatus) titled "Shifty Business":

If the kobolds can fill the innermost cavern where the dragon sleeps with gold, in a pile so high that the dragon can only barely fit to sleep atop it, then they will have earned not only permission to live here but a place of honor which other kobolds will come to envy for generations to come. Ecstatic, Ironjaw readily agrees to these terms. All he has to do is earn gold and platinum, and he'll catapult up to the position every kobold wishes they could occupy: borderline dragonhood. He even knows how to pull this off, after a little thought. Gathering money means bringing it in consistently and in large amounts, right? He's seen how other races do this, and he's confident he can follow their example. He just has to start a business. He'll be a legitimate business owner, and his entrepreneurial enterprises (he may not be an inventor like other similarly intelligent kobolds, but Ironjaw is and always has been an innovator in many senses of the word) will bring in all the gold and platinum their awesome and benevolent dragon could ever want.

I found cold in several excerpts I've already shared, and also in the intro to a rough draft of a short story tentatively "Puddles & Lakes":

I don't think I dislike being human... but I get up before the sun's fully risen for a reason. The shaky back door shudders into place as usual, the silent cold in the air making its slight reverberation against the house feel like a deep and endless echo. It almost feels like it rattles out from the house itself. An easy wind shakes the skinny limbs of half-dressed autumn trees. I shiver at the sound as much as the chill of the air itself. My breath reaches out ahead of me in the shy morning half-light -- toward the dirt path just down the slope of this tiny backyard. I push past the edge of that little cloud of oxygen, mentally tracing my path. Gliding across damp soil, between dew-touched blades of grass, briefly touching the gate to the yard itself before dashing off to my usual places. I let the scene swirl around me for another breath or two. If I could be the sound of the shuddering door or the gust of the autumn wind or the fence of the yard itself, it might be nice.

I found down in the current draft of a short story titled "Hidden Talent":

"You don't have to believe me. I know it sounds pretty ridiculous. I don't even believe it sometimes. I just figured I... shouldn't hide it from you anymore," Vance shrugs, hyper-aware of how the motion affects his shirt. The wrinkled cloth shifts, tugging existing folds taut in some places and rolling loose fabric in on itself in others. Smoothing out old shapes. Creating new ones. Altering his entire image into something new, at least on a symbolic level. It feels like that change in his shirt is somehow symbolic of the change he's inviting by being honest about his weird ability. His friendship could be broken in a few seconds, or slowly molded into something unfamiliar -- a shape that doesn't quite fit into the space it did before, making Rowan so uncomfortable that the two of them start to drift apart. It could move two folds in the fabric of their relationship that were close to each other, transplanting them to completely new areas. He sets his head against one of the blue swirls and drops his eyes down to the ground, "You can forget I said anything. We can just start the show -- that was the plan, anyway. You're already three episodes behind me, you've gotta catch up. Sorry. For distracting you with... for distracting you."

I found every single word this time, and only one was in a fanfic. If I was keeping better track of how often those things happen, this would probably count as some kind of record. Thank you again for tagging me, I always have a lot of fun with this game!

[corallapis]

Henry ‘Chips’ Channon: The Diaries (Vol. 1), 1918-38, entry for 14th April 1923

—

Saturday 14th April

We dined at three tables this evening at the Grafton Galleries, we being the Carlisles, the Prince of Wales,¹ Poppy Baring,² Mrs Coats,³ Alice Astor, Prince Henry⁴ and a little woman he is flirting [with], Prince George,⁵ Lady Alexandra Curzon,⁶ Serge Obolensky and Paul of Serbia. Paul Whiteman,⁷ an American, conducted his fabulous orchestra with intoxicating skill on hearing who was in the room. At about 11.30 the Prince of Wales decided to commandeer the band and we left . . . but where to go? We agreed on the Curzons’ house (which is closed for repairs). The Prince of Wales sent to St James Palace for a great deal of champagne: the band of twenty-eight musicians arrived and we all crept stealthily into the darkened house. But no glasses! Prince Henry and I searched the bedrooms and collected every available toothbrush glass . . . . At dawn we went out on the balcony and at last when the band was ready to collapse and we were exhausted we sadly separated. It was 7.30 Sunday morning. We walked up Pall Mall in our evening dress hunting taxis. The guard at Marlborough House⁸ recognised the young pink princes and presented arms. We have all sworn to secrecy about this hush party but I wonder how long it will be before all of London knows and gossips. I shan’t say a word.

—

1. Prince Edward Albert Christian George Andrew Patrick David (1894-1972), elder son of King George V and Queen Mary, created Prince of Wales 1911; succeeded his father in January 1936 as King Edward VIII, abdicated December 1936; created Duke of Windsor on his abdication; married Wallis Warfield Simpson (1896-1986), of Baltimore, in 1937.

2. Helen Azalea ‘Poppy’ Baring (1901-80), daughter of Sir Godfrey Baring Bt, and Eva Hermione Mackintosh: the Duke of York had proposed to her in 1921 but his mother, Queen Mary, had forbidden the union because of her supposed unsuitability. She was also vetoed as a bride for Prince George, whose mistress she became. She married William Piers Thursby (1904-77) in 1928. She ran a dress shop in Down Street, off Piccadilly in London.

3. Audrey Evelyn James (1902-68), daughter of William Dodge James, married in 1922 Captain Muir Dudley Coats MC (1897-1927) of the Scots Guards. Having been widowed she married in 1930 Marshall James Field (1893-1956), an American department-store heir, investment banker and newspaper proprietor. They divorced in 1934.

4. Prince Henry William Frederick Albert (1900-74), third son of King George V and Queen Mary, created Duke of Gloucester 1928; married in 1935 Lady Alice Christabel Montagu Douglas Scott (1901-2004), daughter of the 7th Duke of Buccleuch.

5. Prince George Edward Alexander Edmund (1902-42), fourth son of King George V and Queen Mary, created Duke of Kent 1934; married in 1934 Princess Marina of Greece and Denmark (1906-68). Although known before his marriage to have had a number of mistresses he was also believed to be bisexual, and became one of Channon’s closest friends. He was killed on active service with the RAF when his flying boat crashed into a hillside in Caithness.

6. Lady Alexandra Naldera ‘Baba’ Curzon (1904-95), Lord Curzon’s youngest daughter by his first marriage. In 1925 she married Major Edward Dudley ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe (1887-1957), confidant and equerry of the future King Edward VIII, but conducted a number of affairs with men in high society, notably Lord Halifax, between the wars. Because of her flirtations with various fascists in the 1930s her nickname morphed into ‘Baba Blackshirt’.

7. Paul Samuel Whiteman (1890-1967) was one of America’s most famous band leaders.

8. Residence of Queen Alexandra in her widowhood.

[artparks-sculpture]

A sculpture titled 'Watch Tower 2' by sculptor Peter Thursby. In a medium of Wood, Aluminum resin.

[longfurbyhusbandry]

can we start something like clown husbandry except with furbies where there’s lore and stuff? if furblr approves of this pitch i have some species ideas:

-i imagine that furby itself is a species, with several breeds that i’ve included below:

-of course, there’s the regular non-longified furby species, furby “classic”, furby baby, furby buddies, mcdonald’s furbies, furby boom/2012, connect, furbling, etc. as well as the (painless and cruelty-free) genetically modified furbies, listed below:

-furby barbie, which were likely originated from  Plushiecouture and totally_furbulous on instagram, is a furby buddy with barbie appendages with may include arms, legs or more.

-

-then the long furbies, and the breeds of those (i’m finding it difficult to find the first people to come up with the ideas of the lf breeds other than the original. if anyone knows of the sources please let me know):

-long furby, the most common long furby breed. their general look is furbyfuzz’s first long furby (with color variations, of course).

-thursby, the second most populating breed within the furby species, applies to any long furby with one fur color/gradient/etc on their backs, and another 1 or 2 colors on their bellies and backs. created by strange aeons.

-furbipede, another common breed. the first image i can find of this breed was created by boots_with_the_furb.

-spirby, a breed that seems to be the byproduct of long furbies and furbipedes. they have 14 (?) spider-like legs. i’m having trouble finding the creator of these.

-wormby, created by fubbygunk. long, sleek, worm-like appearance with no other limbs or appendages.

-noodby, created by Buttered_Noodles, is a breed likely descending from thursby. their main differentiational feature compared to thursby are their hands of varying shapes, sizes, colors and amounts.

[virmink-united]

I wanna write some Vox Solaris angst about Eudi's feeling towards the Tenno after Thursby/Legs got repo'd but like... heehoo i might be projecting heavily on what i have planned

[beatricebidelaire]

the sugar bowl as the maltese falcon

kit snicket as sam spade beatrice baudelaire as brigid o’shaughnessy

count olaf as floyd thursby duchess r as effie perine bertrand as miles archer dewey denouement as iva archer esme as casper gutman geraldine julienne as joel cairo carmelita spats as wilmer cook

[carbone14]

Marines Douglas Lightheart avec son calibre 30 mm et Gerald Thursby Sr. du 1st Battalion, 7th Marines – Bataille de Peleliu – Campagne des îles Mariannes et Palaos – Guerre du Pacifique – île de Peleliu – 15 septembre 1944

Photographe : Caporal Clements

©National Archives and Records Administration

[thefujiwarazone]

THE THING IS

IF IM GONNA BE DOING AN AC JOB ON THURSBY

I MIGHT AS WELL GET HER BODY WORK DONE AND PAINT REDID

BECAUSE IF IM GONNA BE NURSING THIS POS BACK TO HEALTH LIKE THE WORLDS SICKLIEST MOST ENDANGERED BABY BIRD

I WANT HER TO LOOK GOOD

[herprivateswe]

Admiral Cecil Thursby (17 Jan 1861 - 28 May 1936) playing badminton, Salonika, March, 1917. The admiral is known for being the Commander-in-Chief of the Eastern Mediterranean, blockading Turkish sites in the Dardanelles and ensuring the flow of supplies for the Salonika Campaign.

[ascendandt]

dear, sweet thursby also for @clavicus-vile

[whoslaurapalmer]

okay. so i have maltese falcon thoughts that have to go somewhere (and some fic planning/plot board thoughts at the end)

-this is not 1:1 at all by any means at all but brigid only appears in 11/20 chapters, there are 5/20 chapters where people say to sam 'wow, sucks about miles, huh?' and three of those five chapters are chapters with brigid. like i know this is basically nothing but i think it's interesting still in some way that most of the chapters where miles being dead is brought up are chapters where his killer appears

-especially bc goddd brigid spends just under half the book NOT BEING THERE...........almost like a ghost. flitting in and out of this story, especially in those first few chapters

-when the cops and the DA bring up sam's volatility it's not only that he's gotten away with shady things before. it's the implication that bc there's all these vague references to sam doing terrible things and the clear violence we see from him during the story and it being in third person objective that the audience has to consider, until the very end, that sam really could've killed miles or thursby

-i want to think sam knows from the beginning that brigid killed miles but i am also unsure. idk idk idk. i think when miles is killed in the beginning sam at least knows something went wrong. they knew thursby was violent (in some way) but there's also no reason to think thursby would've killed him, sam especially doesn't think that. and if only two other people were around at the time, thursby and brigid, then sam has two suspects. thursby is killed, and he has one suspect. and it's one he almost likes.

-i love how iva's role in the narrative is, regardless of sam not suspecting her, her being a suspect, until she reveals what she did that night and it turns sam into more of a suspect

-the scene where he asks brigid to strip is like, rightfully reprehensible, it's a horrible thing for sam to ask (while brigid has no qualms using her body, this time sam is making her show it so she has less control over it) but sam has spent the whole book doing horrible things, but i roll it around in my head a lot bc of their dialogue --

"I don't think you did," he said, "but I've got to know. Take your clothes off." [...] "I'm not ashamed to be naked before you, but--can't you see?--not like this. Can't you see that if you make me you'll--you'll be killing something?"

like they're very much not talking about her killing miles but i think. there are pieces of it in there. some version of that scene could have been more clearly about miles

-i've brought this up before but just, brigid going into sam's office and spinning this lie, it's the most wholesome lie she could've picked. that's why she picks it. it shows her as naive (but not too naive), innocent, the last person who could ever be doing any wrong herself, who just needs help so desperately, worried about her family but not HERSELF. bc brigid's actions are never about her. they're always, this is what she had to do, this is what was unavoidable, because of how other people acted. brigid can't be guilty, under any circumstances. she was just doing what she had to. she had to attack cairo because of course he attacked her first. she had to arrange for thursby to die because she was scared of him. she could never have threatened cairo. she could never be the one that was really a threat to thursby, because she could never use men and throw them away, why would you even say that about her?

(-and i have no idea if hammett intended that meaning behind her initial lie, when he wrote it. if he built it that way, if he knew then that she killed miles. but the fun thing about writing is that sometimes pieces happen and fit together whether you intended it or not!!!!! because it's in the story, it has to function to some end, and against the narrative as a whole, this is what brigid's story does)

-and it's by chance that she goes to his office. she asks for a good detective nearby and he's recommended to her. it could've been anyone. it could've been sam himself if miles didn't show up. brigid doesn't care who dies, as long as someone does, as long as it puts Something between her and thursby.

-but that's what i love about stories, too!!!!!! it was by chance. and it also wasn't. there is no other way this story could've worked out. there is no other option where she doesn't walk into sam spade's office in particular. it has to be sam's office, bc sam is the only one capable of putting her in jail, bc BOTH of them want the exact same thing -- complete, uncompromised control over themselves and their lives, and only one of them could've walked out of the ending

-and, backtracking, that's exactly what she's doing when she goes to sam's office, arranging for thursby to die. she needs him out of the way, so she needs him either dead or in jail for someone's murder. it is so fucking ruthless. she walks in there knowing someone is going to die.

-my favorite sam+effie moments --

"Uh-huh, the whole damned Perine family's wonderful," Spade said, "including you and the smudge of soot on your nose." "He's not a Perine, he's a Christy." She bent her head to look at her nose in her vanity-case-mirror. "I must've got that from the fire." She scrubbed the smudge with the corner of a handkerchief. "The Perine-Christy enthusiasm ignite Berkeley?" he asked. She made a face at him while patting her nose with a powdered pink disc. "There was a boat on fire when I came back. They were towing it out from the pier and the smoke blew all over our ferry-boat."

The Worst Man You Know Still Really Fucking Loves His Secretary. idk it's just such a silly little thing to say.........

"On the La Paloma?" "The La is a lousy combination," he said. "Stop it. Be nice, Sam. Tell me."

look. look. that's a lemony line if i ever heard one, i tell you what

He called another number--his office's--held the receiver to his ear for a little while without saying anything, and replaced it on its hook.

this line drives me crazy. it's right before the events start rolling towards the final meeting. i don't know if it's supposed to mean, he calls his office and there's no one, bc the next time he calls effie he calls her mother's house, or if, maybe, he calls just to hear effie's voice for a second, or to know there's one person in the whole world he can count on. and in twenty-four hours he's going to betray her trust in him irreparably. the only person in the whole world who trusts sam. and that's effie's real mistake, trusting sam. not seeing him for all that he is, despite him constantly saying he's no good. but he says it so jokingly. and he's so good at what he does. so what if he's a little crooked? he's not as crooked as he appears. ("don't be too sure i'm as crooked as i'm supposed to be.") but he is, just not the kind of crooked people expect

-oh you know what other line drives me crazy??????

A wry smile twisted the lawyer's mouth. He moved his shoulders wearily and said: "That's right--I'm selling you out. Why don't you get an honest lawyer--one you can trust?" "That fellow's dead."

hey. hey. what the fuck is that supposed to mean

-oh, speaking of that chapter, this line literally RIGHT AFTER --

"Getting touchy, huh? I haven't got enough to think about: now I've got to remember to be polite to you. What did I do? Forget to genuflect when I came in?"

-i have a post about this from while i was rereading but i don't think i ever actually posted it. sam spends the whole book, and this chapter, arguing with people and not apologizing to them and storming out, and then the very next thing he does, is go to his office, grab effie and argue with her, storm out, turn around and come back and apologize to her, the closest he gets to a real apology about himself, to the only person in the book he really truly cares to honestly apologize to

"Stay here till I'm back or you hear from me. For Christ's sake let's do something right." He went out, walked half the distance to the elevators, and retraced his steps. Effie Perine was sitting at her desk when he opened the door. He said: "You ought to know better than to pay any attention to me when I talk like that." "If you think I pay any attention to you you're crazy," she replied, "only"--she crossed her arms and felt her shoulders, and her mouth twitched uncertainly--"I won't be able to wear an evening gown for two weeks, you big brute." He grinned humbly, said, "I'm no damned good, darling," made an exaggerated bow, and went out again.

and no, he won't kneel to sid. but he'll bow to effie, even jokingly. just effie.

-oh i love this part with brigid and cairo

"Yes," she agreed and laughed. "Yes, unless he's the one you had in Constantinople." Sudden blood mottled Cairo's face. In a shrill enraged voice he cried: "The one you couldn't make?" Brigid O'Shaughnessy jumped up from her chair. Her lower lip was between her teeth. Her eyes were dark and wide in a tense white face. She took two quick steps towards Cairo. He started to rise. Her right hand went out and cracked sharply against his cheek, leaving the imprint of fingers there.

brigid: you're gay, cairo!! cairo: so gay you could not seduce me OR my partner!!!!!!!!! brigid: !!!! 🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

-i love that it reveals her propensity for violence. that shade of ruthlessness in her. the part of her that will kill, especially when some piece of her control, her mask, is broken off, how much she actually uses people is shown, bc one of the reasons she had to get rid of cairo was clearly bc she realized she couldn't seduce him either. oh oh this part too --

"If you don't--I dare say you'll give her some money in any event, but--if you don't give her as much as she thinks she ought to have, my word of advice is--be careful." Spade's eyes held a mocking light. He asked: "Bad?" "Bad," the fat man replied.

bad................

-it's like. god it hints just enough, enough to get you nervous. it's so well done like that. i'd like to do that more

-anyway. some fic thoughts -

-ramona's the character i'm stuck on right now bc her arc in this fic is not like effie's. i don't think kit and ramona have the relationship sam and effie have. i have a scene marked out for her where Something Pivotal happens between them but i just haven't figured out ramona's real role up until that point to even know what THAT conversation does.............

-i want kit to have spent the night bertrand dies with dewey. but that shakes up the second chapter/third chapter and i'm following them not strictly but. generally. so if i don't do that i'm like, well, what happens there, huh? iva shows up in the third chapter bc 1) we don't know what she did that night until chapter 12 2) we NEVER know what sam did that night 3) it's the first reveal that sam was with iva. iva coming into his office is that reveal.

-so, idk what to do with that one right now. also i have a great ending to the first chapter (like, don't misjudge me here, i have like literally .5% written of this, i am plotting. but i did do some of that opening scene a while ago, and some little lines here and there) with lemony narrating but it means that, no one knows kit was with dewey that night, bc lemony won't reveal it. i think kit has no shame about her relationships but i do think she's also a very private person. so it's also a struggle of, what do i know happened, what would lemony actually legitimately reveal about these people he loves? and then, WELL I MEAN HE'S GOTTA SAY SOMETHING, OTHERWISE, WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE, HUH???????????

-i have some sketches of vague lines he gets to deliver about things he's hiding, bc lemony does that too, so that's, yknow. available.

-there's things lemony's honest about in his narration and things he is not. he is honest about saying he's going to kill someone. but he hides who hangfire is when he realizes it in ?3, in a truly heartbreaking scene where you know he's not telling you something pivotal but that he's realized something too horrible to truly acknowledge. so that's available, too.

-god that scene though. uggg

-i know sort of how the ending works out and i know it goes past the ending of the book but not quite, how, just yet. bc there is no parallel scene w ramona at the ending like there is with effie.

-somehow i did get jacques in there. potentially, idk if he'll stay. it goes back to, what exactly gets revealed. oh no wait, even if that one thing doesn't get revealed, jacques would still show up, i'm sure. but some dialogue he might say depends on, again, WHAT GETS REVEALED.

-i built a lot of backstory that might just. not make it in. but it's relevant for why they're all doing what they're doing in the au, so i had to know it, and it's something i Do want to show in the fic bc, it's the motivation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! by god!!!!!!!!!!!! it's just, how do i reveal it in a way that's not like, extreme nutshelling exposition, yeah???????????? again, especially with lemony narrating like this

-and i didn't know if that reveal w jacques is too much..........

-anyway, he will still be there. good for you, jacques, you made it.

-and i can't let go of lemony narrating like this, by the way, especially bc he wound up being relevant to the story, too, in a way i'm really thrilled with so far. i am, excited about that.

-related: do i maybe make too big a deal about miles? maybe. but you can't tell me it's NOT a pivotal piece of sam's motivation. so, yknow, have i written fic of them fucking? maybe. (no they DIDN'T love each other but there is an UNDERSTANDING between them about What It Means To Be A Detective) that's between me and my libreoffice document. potentially. sex is so hard to write, i tell you what.