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WIP Game - Cyclone Five Times

Aaaaaand we have completed the Cyclone sentences as well! :DDDDD Y'all voted for 82 sentences. I'm not quite going to give you all of those (you'll just have to trust me I wrote a bit more than that), but considering just HOW MUCH everyone voted for this one, I'm going to give you an entire scene. Enjoy!

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“I’m sorry, sir,” the poor asshole Maintenance sent to talk to Beau said, “but it’s definitely just broken.”

Beau stared at the kid silently, praying for patience. “I know,” he said. “I noticed it was broken when the lock kept popping out, preventing the door from closing.”

“Yes, sir,” the kid said, miserably.

“That’s why I called Maintenance.”

“Yes, sir.”

“So,” Beau continued, sitting back, “my question is: when can you fix it?”

The kid looked like only training was stopping him from wringing his hands in anguish. Beau would feel bad, except that he had definitely reported this last week, and he was still having to double check that the door had closed properly every time he had a meeting or phone call.

“Sir,” he said. “Unfortunately, the lock just needs to be replaced, sir.”

“Okay,” Beau said—very patiently, he thought. “When can you have the lock replaced by?”

“We’ve ordered a new lock, sir,” the kid said.

Beau shut his eyes and counted backwards from ten. “Okay, sailor, I’m going to be frank with you,” he said, as he opened his eyes. He folded his hands on the desk. The kid stared at him, utterly transfixed. “At the moment, the door is a risk to opsec. If I can’t close it consistently, technically, someone who is not supposed to hear something could walk by and hear anything going on in this office.”

“Yes, sir,” the kid said, utterly miserable.

“Now, I can just tell people about that,” Beau continued. “I’ve discovered if you hold the door lock as you close the door, that it won’t engage until the door’s closed. Problem with that,” he stressed, “is that then people can’t get into my office when I need them to.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I think you understand why that’s not acceptable,” Beau said. “I’m going to need you to do something about the lock so that I can be assured that people will be able to enter my office, and once they’re inside, my door will close and stay closed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Cyclone waited for literally anything else. He waited a full thirty seconds.

The kid stared back.

“So?” he prompted finally.

“I could just… take the lock out, sir,” the kid said. “You wouldn’t be able to lock your door, sir, but it would… close. And stay closed.”

Beau nodded. “Great,” he said. “That seems reasonable. Please go ahead and remove the lock. How long is that going to take?”

“Ah—only a few minutes, sir,” the kid said. “I’ll just—have to go get a screwdriver.”

Beau sighed and looked at the time. Shit, he thought. Maintenance was clear on the other side of the building. It’d take this kid a while just to get there to get his tools, and Beau was meeting Maverick Mitchell in fifteen minutes.

“Okay,” he said. “I have a meeting in fifteen that I need to be relatively private, so that’s not going to work.”

The kid winced.

Beau took another breath to hold onto his patience. He really did get it—no newly enlisted kid wants to have to tell his boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss news he doesn’t want to hear. “That’s fine,” he said. “It’s going to be pretty short, all told, so if you can come back in an hour, that’d be ideal.”

The kid relaxed incrementally. “Yes, sir,” he said.

Thank fuck. “Great,” Beau said. “Dismissed, then.”

He watched as the kid scampered out.

The door smacked off the engaged lock and swung back open again.

Beau closed his eyes and counted back from twenty. Then he got up, walked to the door, unlocked it, and held the lock open as he firmly closed it. The door immediately locked itself.

Beau covered his eyes, and then unlocked the door, opening it slightly. The lock engaged. Beau let it go, and let it bounce gently against the door frame. Fine. That was fine. He’d just tell Maverick to hold the lock open as he closed the door. Being locked into a room with Mitchell wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time, but sometimes, when one was an airboss, one must complete unpleasant activities for the good of the Navy.

He ignored the fact that he was emphatically doing this one entirely to himself. For the sake of his sanity. Especially, he reminded himself, since this morning he’d actually had his assistant move the meeting up to accommodate a meeting with an Admiral he’d been trying to get on the phone for three weeks. Apparently, if he had simply not done that, his door could have been in working order during the meeting with Mitchell, and then they wouldn’t have been in the uncomfortable position of either being overheard or being locked together in Beau’s office.

At least this particular meeting was going to be short.

Feeling somewhat defeated, he turned around and went back to his desk. The day was young, after all, and his to-do list was only getting longer by the moment.

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#Cyclone v IceMav AU #adi is writer #wip game #technically Ice and Mav don't show up here so I won't tag it IceMav LOL

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playing a new game where i talk about fandom using words that belong on corporate powerpoint slides like:

✨ we have to align our headcanons to authentically reflect our strategic mission and meet quarterly margin objectives ✨

sorry to everyone who understood that

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Reblogging would be a great help, but don’t feel pressured to

#2 is highest then 1 then 3

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MOOD!

#I know but hey

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WIP Game - Road Trip AU

Next up, we have 36 sentences of Road Trip AU! As they near the end of their journey, Mav finally broaches a... certain question. He's not going to be happy with the answer. :DDD

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“So,” Mav says, maybe an hour out from North Island. He’s fiddling with the ibuprofen bottle absently, the little click click click of the child-safe lid providing an off-tempo accompaniment to the Grateful Dead song playing low over the radio and the low grind of driving over pavement. “You haven’t told me what you’re pulling me for yet. You gonna do that, or do I get to be surprised when I get there?”

Ice glances over at Mav, the casual sprawl he’s managed to achieve despite an absurd amount of deep bruising and a seatbelt. He turns back to the road and thinks about it.

“I don’t have all the details they’re going to be sharing at the briefing, obviously,” he warns.

Mav snorts. “Oh come on. This has your fingerprints all over it.”

Ice smiles. “I… strongly recommended you for the position,” he allows.

“So?”

Ice hums. In front of them, the evening traffic crawls forward. “You’re not going to like this one,” he admits.

“Oh, I figured,” Mav admits. He holds up his phone, waves it so Ice can see him do it in his peripheral. “Orders are Top Gun. I assume there’s a mission people are being trained for, and I’m going to be on it.”

“Why do you think you’ll be on it?” Ice asks, very easily. “Your orders say Top Gun.”

“I assume if you picked me specifically, you don’t think I need much training,” Mav drawls.

“There are other reasons you could be going to Top Gun,” Ice points out, and Mav—

Stills.

“Ice,” he says, very carefully. “Please tell me you’re not implying what I think you’re implying.”

Ice doesn’t take that bait. “What I can tell you now,” he says, “is that there’s a Uranium plant that’ll be fully in operation in about three weeks, and the US Navy in its infinite wisdom has decided that this plant should not be in operation. I’d give you the reasons,” he adds, cutting a look to Mav, “but I know you don’t actually give a shit.”

Mav snorts, but otherwise lets him keep talking.

Ice continues. “It’s in a canyon at the end of a long, dry riverbed. There’s obviously steep rock face around the target, and a fucking mountain range around it. You’re going to get specifics of all of this when you get there—”

“I bet you have them already, though,” Mav interrupts.

Ice sighs. “Yeah,” he says. “Give me my phone.”

#adi is a writer #icemav #road trip au #wip game #next up is cyclone #god help me #also don't pull up specifics of a mission while driving kids #don't be like Ice

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we still get immediately shoved out of our immersion in tv shows or films when The Girl find a dead body and immediately shrieks - we just don't find it realistic because we're pretty confident most people would gasp rather than shriek (i.e. sharp inhale rather than sharp exhale) and it also feels unnecessarily (and predictably) misogynistic too, as men encountering corpses almost never do the same on screen

also of course please do tell us if you've actually encountered a corpse unexpectedly, because tumblr is absolutely a place where some people have done this thing and we love a good anecdote

suddenly imagining "burst into song" as a potential response

#well the time I found a guy dead in the parking lot of my apartment complex #I am pretty sure I sort of just stood there staring for a minute #and then nudged him and went 'SIR ARE YOU OKAY?' #because see it turns out your brain sort of refuses to believe that sort of thing initially if you've never experienced it before #and then I called 911 #so you know

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addicted to saying "ill definitely check that out" about things that i will definitely forget to check out

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one of my greatest pet peeves in fiction, and it is truly stupid I know, is that no one seems to understand how genuinely hard it is to kill someone via stabbing. stab wounds have a mortality rate of like 5%. especially abdominal stabbing. tv shows and movies show dudes getting stabbed one time in the lower abdomen with a tiny knife and then they fall over. like what did he die of precisely. that man died of Small Knife

#I laughed

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i think about this comic at least once a week

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making my own picky eater poll

#raisins #but only raisins #other dried fruit is fine #raisins just have a weird aftertaste to me!

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Made the worst brownies ever created just now

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i love u unconventional ways of showing affection

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no multi option, agonize and choose, no results option, pick one to find out or scroll onward

#LAUNDRY #PLEASE

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you, reading this. you're a creature now. reblog to creature your followers

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Poll for writers and artists

Whether you write fanfic or original works or paint/draw, be it fan art or original work or whatever else - I have to know, because I have a feeling this is going to be very decisive:

Please reblog for sample size!

#hello I love fanfanfic and fanart #just give me a link or inspired by tag #and tell me when it's done so I can go scream in joy #that said #do not put my work in ai please #I've spent hours and hours on it #and it's disrespectful of me and my story