#we all Vivian

[introspectivememories]

in a better world, nico rosberg and lewis hamilton never get divorced and nico still retires after his one wdc and he still becomes a reporter and instead of the the awkward interview we got last year, we get thousands of brocedes interviews where they're being stupid together. lewis moves to ferrari and nico publicly quizzes him on his italian. nico interviews another driver and lewis is in the background making fun of nico. people make compilations of lewis and nico making each other laugh during interviews.

[aethersea]

it is funny though how kids' shows are so so so careful about death, no one's ever killed except MAYYYYBE the big bad, all those random side characters are fine, here have a quick shot of them before we leave just so you know they really did survive that 50-foot drop into a stormy sea,

and meanwhile kids' books nearly all agree that it's not an adventure until it has a body count.

[wexhappyxfew]

I’d love a lil something for Vivian and #39 off the touch prompts list if it sparks your brain!!

OMG HEYYYYY!!!! thank you so much for this - and for letting me explore viv a bit more!!! her character was fun to come up with and i haven't really been able to dig deep into her thoughts and character yet and this gave me the PERFECT opportunity, so thank you so so much!!! i feel writing for me has been angsty recently and that's the direction we seemed to take with this here lol! BUT, we get a bit of ev blakely, whom i have been eyeing as of late for some writing and he plays the perfect part in comfort. it's been a few weeks where i had the first half of this in writing and couldn't figure out where i wanted to go with the second half - and HERE WE ARE!!! please enjoy!!!

ease the pain

(a/n): a lil look into vivian ratcliff and her emotions for long-time boyfriend james pennington across a war-torn sea. we get a bit of comfort in the form of ev blakely. prompt is: leaning into the other's side, which i absolutely LOVED and think worked really nicely here! viv, you deserve the most sweetheart, please accept the comfort blakely is trying to give you <3333 and enjoy your mashed potatoes too girl!!!

Vivian ran her fingers along the side of Silver Bullets, her calloused hands running over every bolt ever pumped into the sides of the B-17, careening over paint and brandished edges of metal that had been knocked back in place, mission after mission.

There was something comforting about the B-17, a maternal force none of them had out here, that carried them from mission to mission, always present. Always there.

Vivian stepped back and let her hands fall to her sides, hanging empty and broken. All the girls were back at barracks, Interrogation the shit show it normally was, cleaning up and readying for a night to forget. She was here. Staring at the B-17 in silence.

"Sergeant Ratcliff," Vivian turned quickly, glancing over her shoulder, and found Ev Blakely coming her way, removing his peak cap and smoothing a hand over his head, "some of the girls were beginning to wonder where you wandered off to." Vivian stared at him, as he came closer and then looked back at Silver Bullets, her eyes wandering up to the silver pant along the name on the nose and then sighed.

"Just came to take a look at her," Vivian said quickly, patting the side of the metal for a moment, before turning to him and crossing her arms, "needed a minute." He came to a slow stop in front of her, crossing his own arms and raising a brow slightly as he tilted his head. He nodded to her.

"You okay?"

Vivian had been a waist gunner for Ev Blakely back in their training days for a few months, before Captain Faulkner had started gathering a crew and requesting people, and she was transferred. But, she'd grown to enjoy his company and his thoughts, as well as what he had to say to his crew. She also enjoyed the fact that when she was spiraling, he was always there for her, even if he never cared to admit it himself.

"Fine," she said with a nod, shaking her head, before considering the look on his face, "what, what's that look for?" Blakely smiled at her and then glanced up at Silver Bullets, his face softening in the light before looking back at her.

"You were looking sentimental, wanted to make sure you were doing okay." he said, and then his face grew serious, "You heard from James?" Vivian grew quiet at his words and then glanced towards his eyes again.

"Not in a few weeks." she said softly, and then nodded, "It's fine though, he's fine. It's fine."

James Pennington had not written back in almost three weeks and nearly everyone seemed to know; even the men, who usually didn't get involved in any sort of discussion of lovers outside the realm of East Anglia.

But they all knew about Viv's Jimmy Pennington and Bessie's Tommy McKenzie.

Blakely watched her, and she knew, she knew from that look he was giving her that he didn't believe her for one second, but she swallowed that thought down.

"I survived another mission, I can't complain," she said quietly with a nod, "Jimmy'll get back to me when he does. He's fighting a whole other war across an ocean and a continent. I just….have to get out of my head. Gotta be grateful, too." Blakely continued to watch her as she spoke and she was sure she sounded half like a lunatic but she didn't care.

When Vivian had been sick as a dog a few weeks back, Blakely hung around at night and talked to her as best as he could through her coughing and vomiting. He'd seen her sweaty and half-dead after missions, distraught and in tears, drunk that one time off her ass when she couldn't deal with this stupid thing called war, bringing her to barracks and helping her settle in bed. Sometimes, she looked at him and swore in is eyes there was something there neither wanted to discuss, but she ignored it and took his friendship head-on more than anything.

"I'm fine, seriously," Vivian said, with a nod, convincing herself alongside Blakely, "everything's fine." She stared at him, "What?" Blakely smiled slightly and nodded.

"Let's get you some dinner, step away from Silver Bullets for a bit, she'll be here when you get back," he said softly and she felt the tension from her shoulders release a bit as he turned and wrapped an arm over her shoulder, "c'mon, there's barely a soul even in there. Plus, you need some food in your stomach before we even oughta consider drinks."

Vivian walked beside him slowly, a small laugh escaping from her lips as she leaned into his side a bit more as they walked, for once, trying to grasp onto something to stabilize herself more than anything. Because out here, when the mission was all said and done and you were alone with your thoughts and feelings, there was no one but yourself.

"What if he doesn't write back, Ev?" Vivian whispered quietly as his hand squeezed gently on her bicep, narrowly avoiding where part of her jacket had been burned from a bullet graze, "What if-"

"He's going to write back." Blakely said, stopping her spiral and glancing down at her as they continued moving forward, "You've told me in length about Jimmy and his writing and how he keeps up with it all. For you. He's going to write you back. It may be a war on, but guys don't forget that sorta stuff." Vivian swallowed the emotion in her throat and nodded against him.

"Ev?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." Vivian said quietly, reaching up to wipe at her eyes which hard turned misty just at the thought of Jimmy somewhere out there in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with the Navy, on a submarine or aircraft carrier or wherever he was that he couldn't reveal.

She thought of his kind smile, those deep, brown eyes, his hugs, his touch. The last time they'd seen each other, and she'd held onto him for as long as possible before he'd had to go. How deeply and longingly he'd kissed her, whispering that he'd see her again and they'd be back on her daddy's ranch in no time. And she had believed him.

Now, with no letter, and no sign of life, she was spiraling.

They entered into the mess hall and found some of the cooks cleaning up, wiping down tables and turning up chairs. But, upon entering, Blakely let out a whistle and some of the cooks glanced over.

"You guys still serving?"

"Yes, sir." one of the cooks said, looking to Vivian, who stood quietly by his side, staring off at nothing in particular, "Two plates? I'll bring them over."

"Thank you." Blakely said as he led Vivian over to a table in the corner, pulling out a chair and helping her to settle into the wooden seat before sitting across from her. She sat there quietly for a moment, her body closed in on itself as she stared at the placemat in front of her, her mind spinning, her eyes struggling not to fill with tears.

"Hey, Viv," Blakely said, leaning forward and reaching across the table to put a hand on her shoulder, "you can talk to me, you know that? It wasn't long ago you were my left gunner and a part of my crew, remember that?" Vivian looked at him and nodded, sniffling briefly before leaning against the table, covering her mouth with her hands in an attempt to hold in her want to sob.

"I feel like I lost him, Ev," Vivian whispered quietly, her voice breaking as a tear snuck out her eye and trailed down her cheek, before she tried to gather herself together in some sense, "it's not like him. Not to write. I…." She shut her eyes and shook her head.

"It's stupid to even talk like that. When he…he could be alive, just….." Vivian shook her head, "I don't know this time." Blakely watched her with that familiar, calming presence that she had grown used to. He always had that extra care of keeping an eye out for her at the flying club or when they were at interrogation or even just around base at breakfast. He was always there, always a comfort. And right now, the only thing keeping her afloat.

"Here you are, sir," the cook said, coming over with their meal of turkey and mashed potatoes, with green beans, another cook behind him with coffee and water, placing down the plates, as Blakely leaned back and Vivian ran her hands down her face, "ma'am." The cooks nodded, with thanks and then disappeared as Vivian's stomach rumbled looking at the plate. But her heart ached and her head pounded and the tears in her vision hurt.

"There's nothing to ease that sort of thought and pain, Viv," Blakely whispered quietly, "but you can only do what you can for now. And taking care of yourself and eating are things that are possible. That's something you can do now." Vivian watched him as she wiped at her cheeks, and nodded.

Staring at the meal, she thought of that first date with James, back in Fort Collins, Colorado - out to Stewart's down the road, hot turkey, mashed potatoes, creamed corn, peas and carrots. Shakily, she lifted a forkful of turkey to her lips and ate it, before leaning back against the chair and biting back her bottom lip. She looked towards Blakely who was a mix of eating and worriedly watching her.

And in a split second of time, he was standing and coming around the table and pulling her into his arms, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Just for a moment, to be held while she felt like her world was coming undone, was the only thing to ease the pain in her mind and heart.

[voyagerprobe]

trans women when they see a name that starts with v

[battle-of-alberta]

more comics about wintering in victoria

the biggest fights on the victoria social medias seem to centre around tolerance for the cold and a lot of people on both ends seem to take teasing very personally. Me, I'm just frustrated that they only have a couple days a year where the folks who can close or work or attend class from home can do so, where there's a lot of high risk on the roads because they are often steep, erratically clear and not fitted correctly, and yet they seem to want it to be business as usual.

My mum was able to walk to work while my dad fell down on his bike about three times (even with winter tires!) while my sister was in limbo as the university hummed and hawed about closing and it wasn't clear transit would even run by the time most students had already gotten stuck on campus and the university shut down. And then the same thing happened the next day anyway!

Of course, Edmonton should know better on the first snowfall too, but we usually don't prepare adequately either p:

edit: and as always, victoria belongs to the lovely and talented @orcanadian-blog :3

[emile-hides]

Big buncha Mario Characters in my style + Headcanons

[bagelfyre]

For Your Consideration: Filling in the gaps SJM leaves for us

Listen. Sarah says “Worldbuilding? Not for me, babes, what if I want to put leggings in my fantasy aesthetic later? Don’t let anyone hold you back, not even your past!self.” Which… bummer. Also? Opportunity.

I, personally, cannot imagine Rita’s without it being a modern club with 25 subwoofers and a lighting budget that puts the Night Court’s sky to shame. Quaint, idyllic fantasy street outside with flickering lamplight, worn cobblestones, and twinkling stars? Booming bass from around the corner. Lines around the block. Yeah, the opera in the Rainbow is nice, but some of us were meant for the Velarian Sangrias and backalley baddies, okay? It's the Pleasure Hall, baby.

Besides, what the fuck is a Prythain pleasure hall? We don’t know. Which means we can DECIDE.

• Rita, herself, brought EDM to Prythian • Karaoke with songs that shouldn’t exist but do because I need Azriel belting out Adele biweekly • Taking shots off wings • Every year they collect the sky juice during Starfall. For what? ☆*:.｡.glow sticks.｡.:*☆

My fave and reason this godforsaken post exists

Open Pole Night:

Open pole night!AU concepts:

Cazriel gets competitive— it’s Magic Mike with wings and more “they’re not supposed to use those outside of combat” leather straps

Who is this mysterious ginger man that has captured the citizens’ hearts with his chair body rolls routine?? If Elain does have spy abilities, she’s using them to sneak out for one of his Friday night shows (they’ve taken him on as a regular, he’s got big pull in all of Rita’s core demos)

Viviane stimulates the entire Court’s economy via singles (Bills? Coins? Don’t they have checking accounts? Do you see what I mean, Sarah?!) Kallias hasn’t seen his wife in weeks. Mor writes to him on occasion to avoid any inter-Court incidents.

Maybe they go Masked Singer with it for anonymity and the surprise element that gets big money in the doors.

And so many opportunities for more at…

Rita’s Pleasure Hall: where pleasure is subjective and making it is our objective

[latteaki]

Beginning ✿ Next

[Transcript]

Daegal: Come on lovebirds, I spent hours picking out my outfit. It's time to dance.

Essen: Are you still worried people will see our marks and my horns?

Vivian: Just a little bit, but we should support SIREN. They were looking forward to this performance.

Essen: Don't worry, I made sure no one would be able to see them. Let's see how Rhaelis' performance is going.

Vivian: Alright, let's find a nice spot.

Daegal: Hurry up losers!

[creakysocks]

My Pacrim oc Vivian ft some interactions i imagine happening at different points

[ugh-my-back]

yearning hours

[unladielike]

first night together.

( not a picrew edit this time around, but something i modified from neka.cc featuring vivian and @spiritpyro's hayate! to be honest, though, i couldn't really recreate his stupid, skrunkly hair, so i had to mess around a bit... but surprisingly enough, vivian's chain choker was already an option, so i didn't need to do much for her, besides adjust the glasses and obscure her ear a bit more. EITHER WAY, it still ended up being a huge pain in the butt due to just hayate alone; therefore, i'm glad to finally be done with this! )

[galerymod]

Peace activist Vivian Silver killed in Hamas massacre on 7 October

The Israeli-Canadian peace activist Vivian Silver was killed in the attack on Israel by the Palestinian terrorist organisation Hamas on 7 October.

Peace activist Vivian Silver is dead.

Whoever murders the allies of the Palestinian civil society in Gaza is not the friend of the Palestinian people!

The 74-year-old's body has been found, the Foreign Ministry in Jerusalem announced. Silver was at times thought to be among the hostages taken to the Gaza Strip. She last lived in Kibbutz Beeri. The German ambassador to Israel, Mr Seibert, called the news of Silver's death "devastating".

Silver campaigned for peace with the Palestinians and was honoured with numerous awards for her work. She launched aid programmes for residents of the Gaza Strip and helped them to receive medical treatment in Israel. In 2014, she was involved in the founding of the peace movement "Women Wage Peace", which now has more than 45,000 members.

Her friends, family, and supporters all agree that Israel's current attack on Gaza is not what Silver would want. 

Hatred is only the road to destruction.

Always remember not to confuse cause and effect..... whoever sows wind will reap storm.

Hamas is the enemy of Palestinian civil society in Gaza and of the Palestinian people.

Hamas has challenged Israel, what did you think would happen afterwards?

I don't really like what's happening but it's all caused in the name of what Hamas did.

But I am not playing a role here, time will judge what is happening, but what happened on 7th October has no room for interpretation, it is a crime against humanity in the name of Hamas. An atrocity equal to any war crime in the history of mankind.

Best of all, it has been very well documented by the hate-filled ideologically entrenched crimes of hamas and their helpers in their self-absorption. Welcome to the prosecution cell if you're lucky.

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[aeipathcy]

"Three dimensional men these days are honestly so weird..."

DASH GAME ┊accepting.

❝ Hey, hey Niko, guess what we got! ❞ the reaper chimed as he held up two sheets of paper in his hand. He really had only filled out the thing for the fun of it, and he hadn't thought there would be any legitimate response to it. Apparently, he was plain wrong—some poor soul actually wanted his attention. Randel couldn't help but snicker to himself as he looked at his own sheet that was returned to him, his other hand holding out the corpse's in order for him to claim his.

Based on the boxes that were filled, the white-haired man could tell it was some sap he didn't know. Then again, he only 'knew' three people. He continued to laugh to himself as he looked over contents. Ah, this loser filled out the safe half—the boxes that were not as high tier on his criteria for a proper partner (not that he was even looking to begin with). How could he possible consider some loser gal who wouldn't let him stab her, even more so because she'd die in the blink of an eye?

At the sound of his name, the living corpse looked up. Seeing a sheet of paper held out to him, he took it from the other's scarily bony hand. Niko cast a look over the contents and realized this was the thing that everyone had filled out as part of some game or the other. Honestly, he just put down the first things that came to mind when coming up with the type of girl he liked.

Seeing that she had filled out a good number of the boxes, Niko felt a little relieved, especially upon seeing the one with that boundary concerning blood offerings. However, he couldn't see the girl as a potential partner based on what she didn't fill out. Not to mention, a different face kept appearing in his mind too.

Casting a glance over toward the forgettable face in the distance, Randel shook his head and crumbled the filled out bingo card in his hands, ❝ Not sorry kiddo, you ain't good enough to be on my level. But who knows, I might try bullying you sometime, haha. ❞

❝ Don't be rude! She just filled it out like she was supposed to, ❞ Niko retorted in the exorcist's direction, nearly sending daggers his way with a subtle glare. This guy had so many bad vibes he wasn't sure if he could handle possibly being associated with him, let alone allow this innocent girl to get involved with him. This guy did not read as good company or remotely trustworthy.

Stepping away from the other, Niko approached the girl with a wry smile. He sheepishly placed a hand on the back of his neck as he gave the petite girl an answer, ❝ Sorry on my end as well, but I'm not really looking for a relationship right now. ❞ Still, he didn't want to completely shut her out, ❝ but I don't mind being friends if you want to still talk. ❞

[ohwhatagloomyshow]

There are two wolves inside you. One of them worships at the altar of canon compliance and the other knows with their whole being that their headcanons are better than canon, actually.

[i-dont-want-your-hysteria]

the boys at the Whisky tonight •👄•

(photo: Karen Fairchild-Meyer)

[mikexx2]

After a morning of confusing hatekissing, Yuna headed to the spa where...

We get an Aiyanna Tamsin Henry sighting! Rocking some very cool hair, Aiy- Tamsin.

She and Yuna have a really easy, natural chemistry. They could be good friends if nothing more; I’ll take it!