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g1ngerbeer · 3 months

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its that time of year

#id in alt text #my art #dw #doctor who #tenth doctor #aroace #asexual #aromantic #doing my part :)#aspec doc tag #feb 14 posting

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caemidraws · 5 months

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Endwalker

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #zenos #endwalker #finished endwalker with my alt last week n realized i havent done any fanart ........shameful #horrible awful evil man memorial

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i-am-still-bb · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 - No. 10 - Alt. No. 14 - Emergency blanket

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Ross woke up to someone trying to break down his back door.

“What?” he demanded.

Cold wind swirled in through the back door and instantly dropped the temperature in the kitchen. The pounding rain made it impossible to see beyond the paved yard.

“There’s been a wreck,” the man said breathlessly. “On the cliffs just below here. Emergency services have been called, but we—”

“Need more hands,” Ross finished. The mention of a wreck shook the last of the sleep from his brain. “I’ll grab my equipment and then I’ll be down.”

Before the man left Ross pointed him in the direction of other homes where someone would be willing to go out in the storm to help whoever washed ashore from the wreck.

Ross kept a bag packed in the bottom of the hall closet for these rare occurrences. It was packed with first aid materials, emergency blankets, a couple monoculars, hand warmers, head lamps, flashlights, spare batteries, and heaps of individually packaged snack foods. Next to that bag was one that contained his water proof jacket, pants, gloves, and boots and a wool baselayer.

The wind was coming from the west; it kept him against the cliff face as he descended. Through the rain he could hardly see the dark beach below, but he did see the white hull of a large yacht being dashed against the dark rocks far from shore.

Figures on the beach with flashlights came into view as he descended.

“What needs to be done?” he shouted over the wind and the waves addressing a man in a bright yellow jacket who seemed to have taken charge.

“Just getting the poor souls to shore!” the man shouted back. “We were told that emergency services are more than an hour out! There’s been a lot happening tonight!”

Ross nodded. He opened his bag and flashlights and headlamps were quickly distributed among any volunteers who did not have their own.

Ross took one for himself and a monocular. Handwarmers stuffed into his pockets with a couple of the packaged emergency blankets Ross started walking the waterline.

Any shouts are lost to the thunder of the waves. At the first glimpse of a person fighting to keep afloat Ross was waist deep in the freezing ocean waiting to grab them and drag them to shore. Those without obvious injuries were given towels, an emergency blanket, hand warmers, and a cup of tea poured from a massive thermos that someone had dragged down to the beach.

Ross gave them the blanket and then pointed them to a tent that had been erected further up the beach near the cliffs. And then he returned to the waterline to watch for more. None so far had been able to give a number of how many people had been on board.

“There was a party. A lot of people I’d never seen before. And then extra staff,” someone shrugged.

“With a storm forecasted?”

Another shrug.

Ross gritted his teeth. What moron threw a party on a yacht out of harbour with such a large storm on the radar. He was cold. Water had leaked into his boots. His handwarmers had stopped working long ago. But he refused to accept a hot drink because he had not spent who knows how long fully submerged in the sea.

Emergency services brought flood lights and now the beach was a bright spot amid the 4am darkness.

Ross lowered the monocular when a hand touched his shoulder.

A police officer in his government issue slicker, “No one’s been sighted in over an hour. We’ll keep watching, and the storm is supposed to subside around daybreak. The coast guard’ll get vessels out there to see if anybody is left aboard. But, for now, there’s not much left to do. You can go home. We appreciate your help.”

Ross looked at the tent and the figures wrapped in blankets. “What about them?” He gestured.

“We’re still trying to get that set up, but given the hour is slow going. They’re not injured, just cold and wet, but in no danger of hypothermia.”

“Use my house,” Ross said. “There is plenty of space, couches and beds. And it’s warm and dry. And when something gets arranged they can be moved then.”

There was a general chaos getting people up the cliffs, across the field, and then settled into the house. Other volunteers helped. Spare clothes and blankets were pulled from closets and as sunlight started to peek over the horizon everyone was dry, warm, and had a place to lay down even if it was only a pile of blankets in front of the fire.

That was when Ross left the police officer and the other, more official, volunteers in the kitchen in search of his bed. He pushed open the door to see that his bed was already occupied. He had said every bed could be used. Ross stepped into the bathroom to change out of the clunky boots and salt crusted clothes.

Dressed in soft pyjama pants and a t-shirt Ross considered his dilemma. The bed was a king. There was more than enough room for both of them. But Ross did not want to appear to be taking liberties. He grabbed one of the last blankets left in the trunk and lay down on top of the covers. The other person was under them. Ross reasoned that that should provide enough of a barrier between them. He looked at his unexpected bed companion for a second—damp, dark blonde hair, and freckles across the nose—before closing his own eyes and falling asleep before he even had a chance to try.

The room was bright and warm when he woke up, late afternoon.

Pale blue eyes were looking at him from the other side of the bed.

“Sorry,” Ross said with a stretch. “Everywhere else was full.”

The other man shrugged.

“I’m Ross. Just give me a minute and I’ll be out of your hair. There might be word about what they were going to do with you all.” Ross inelegantly climbed out of the bed.

The other man sat up. The duvet slipped down revealing that he was dressed in one of Ross’ uni shirts. “I’m Jim.”

#whumptober2022 #alt. 14 #emergency blanket #return to treasure island #poldark/return to treasure island #poldark #fic #shipwreck #rain #cold #bb writes #whumptober #darkhawk #and there was only one bed #or more there were 8 beds and 9 people

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worldformula · 27 days

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save me, brave hero.

#ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #fandaniel #hermes ffxiv #warrior of light #(through visible tears) this transfem hermeswol shit easy #i never shouldve made that alt

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theokapuco · 5 months

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A broken hero

#Happy 3 years anniversary of Tommy being exiled 😋#I remember being 14 year old and watching the exile streams while I was in online class 💀#my art #art #fanart #tommyinit fanart #tommyinnit #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp fanart #dsmp fanart #c!tommy #ID Alt Text by Glacier--freeze

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dailykafka · 2 months

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#March 14 #march #1915 #franz kafka #daily kafka #franz kafka diaries #quotes #alt text

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on-this-day-mcr · 2 months

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On this day, March 14

In 2023: My Chemical Romance performed their 64th show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour in Meeanjin (Brisbane), Australia. At this show, an unreleased song (titled "Eagles" on the paper setlist) was performed live for the 8th time ever, with new lyrics, and part of the song "Cemetery Drive" was performed with only vocals and keyboard. Gerard Way wore a dark grey skirt suit with the addition of gloves and a trenchcoat. "Here comes the airplane" was written on the drums. (🖤)

Watch the show here!