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theharlotofferelden · 8 months

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Gonna need to put Mary Kirby + other long time staff being fired into perspective because this isn't a recent development. Bioware has been plagued with issues for well over a decade, and it's not just because of EA.

When Gaider decided to move on from Dragon Age in 2014, everyone thought it was just because he wanted to move onto a different project. He ended up leaving the company completely in 2016 after working on Anthem for a bit, and it was later reported that staff on the project had issues with his writing. He didn't mention why he left Bioware until very recently in a long twitter thread detailing that, while Bioware is a company known for its storytelling and characters, upper management went from valuing its writers to quietly resenting them, and feeling as though the writing were "holding the company back."

When they started working with Frostbite they encountered so many technical problems with it because it was specifically designed for FPS games. They were literally designing the tools they needed to work on both Dragon Age Inquisition and Mass Effect Andromeda while they were working on those games. Darrah (or perhaps Laidlaw, I forget which) even acknowledged when he was interviewed by Jason Schreier for Blood, Sweat, and Pixels, that this is a big industry no-no. But Bioware was put in a hard spot to either work with Frostbite or use the Eclipse engine that DAO was designed on (which I'm assuming would've required developing the engine and toolkit further to bring the graphics up to industry standards). So they ended up working with Frostbite which resulted in a fuckton of issues both for Dragon Age Inquisition and Mass Effect Andromeda, because the teams behind both projects had to design their own tools.

With the added stress of the toolkit also came the toxic work environment, departments that were perpetually understaffed, directors leaving and new writers coming in with different visions for the project, time mismanagement where they spent too much time on "high concept" gameplay, not having a clear vision for the game, resentments between studios, inexperience with coordinating video calls across multiple studios, the resultant mandatory crunch, etc. All of this is mentioned in this article about Mass Effect Andromeda's production cycle and this article about Anthem's.

Casey Hudson and Gérard Lehiany left Bioware in 2014 right in the middle of production on Andromeda (Casey rejoined the company as general manager in 2017, but left again in 2020). David Gaider left in 2016 in the middle of production on Anthem, as did Aaryn Flynn who left before the game was shipped in 2019. Mike Laidlaw left in 2017 and left production of Dragon Age Dreadwolf in Mark Darrah's hands, who left in the middle of its production in 2020. Matt Goldman (creative director for Dreadwolf) left the following year. Mac Walters (production director on Dreadwolf) who's been with the company for over 19 years left in January of this year. Are you seeing the pattern here?

I don't doubt that EA has influence over Bioware considering the recent layoffs appear related to the announcement back in March that EA would lay off 6% of its workforce. But it's clear there's something deeper that's going on at Bioware, and it's really not good.

When veteran senior staff are leaving one by one along with other long time staff, and it's been reported that the studio has a toxic work environment with management issues that make crunch necessary, there is something deeply wrong with the company and how things are being run. This is a sinking ship, and in all likelihood everyone is betting on keeping the company afloat with the success of Dragon Age Dreadwolf and/or the next Mass Effects game.

I want to say something more about how broadly the mainstream AAA video games industry is abusive and how incredibly fucked up their practices of layoffs have been normalized, but this is already pretty long. What I will say is that I'm not claiming this means DA4 or the next ME game is going to tank. It sure as fuck doesn't look good for it, but despite my grievances with Dragon Age, I do want the game to be successful and for Bioware to keep doing what they're doing.

And honestly, whether those games do well or not is really besides the point. Something is wrong at Bioware, whether it's the company itself or the fact it's owned by EA, and it can't be solved with mass layoffs. This is a cultural problem within the company itself, and it's very unlikely to be addressed considering how MEA failing seems to have done little to change how things are being run right now.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #mass effect #mass effect andromeda #bioware #bioware critical #ea critical #dragon age dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #da4 #i was gonna reply to another post but decided to just make my own because i have a lot of shit to say

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ltwilliammowett · 1 month

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Netherlands - "Half Moon" Replica Ship at Hoorn von Jim Paton Über Flickr: The Halve Maen (Half Moon) was a Dutch East India Company vlieboot (similar to a carrack) which sailed into what is now New York Harbour in September 1609. She was captained by Henry Hudson, an Englishman in the service of the Dutch Republic, and was commissioned to covertly find a passage to China. Modern day Hudson River and Hudson's Bay are named after Henry Hudson. This replica ship was built in 1989 and in this image it is sailing into Hoorn Harbour in the Netherlands to dock beside our vessel.

#tall ship #halve maen #early 17th century #age of sail replica

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lonestarflight · 7 months

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Rollout Ceremony for the third operational orbiter, Discovery (OV-103) at Palmdale, California. On the stage is the Don Beall of Rockwell (at lectern), Dr. Rocco A. Petrone, the president of the company and the crew of her first first flight STS-41-D.

She is named for several different ships:

"The name Discovery was chosen to carry on a tradition based on ships of exploration, primarily HMS Discovery, one of the ships commanded by Captain James Cook during his third and final major voyage from 1776 to 1779, and Henry Hudson's Discovery, which was used in 1610–1611 to explore Hudson Bay and search for a Northwest Passage. Other ships bearing the name have included HMS Discovery of the 1875–1876 British Arctic Expedition to the North Pole, and RRS Discovery, which carried the 1901–1904 Discovery Expedition to Antarctica, led by Captain Scott."

-information from Wikipedia: link

At the beginning of her career, Discovery weighed roughly 3,600 kg (7,900 lb) less than Columbia due to lessons learned during the construction and testing of Enterprise, Columbia and Challenger. She weighs 6 pounds (2.7 kg) heavier than Atlantis and 363 pounds (165 kg) heavier than Endeavour. Part of this was due to the greater use of quilted AFRSI blankets rather than the white LRSI tiles on the fuselage, and the use of graphite epoxy instead of aluminum for the payload bay doors and some of the wing spars and beams.

"During her construction, Discovery was fitted with several black tiles near the middle starboard window where there should have been white tiles. It is unknown if this was the result of a harmless manufacturing mishap or done intentionally to give a distinctive look to the shuttle. This feature has been called 'teardrop' and allowed Discovery to be easily identified.

Upon her delivery to the Kennedy Space Center in 1983, Discovery was modified alongside Challenger to accommodate the liquid-fueled Centaur-G booster, which had been planned for use beginning in 1986 but was cancelled in the wake of the Challenger disaster."

She was originally intended to be the dedicated US Air Force shuttle and launch DoD payloads from SLC-6 at Vandenberg AFB but these plans were cancelled in aftermath of the Challenger disaster.

Commemorative stamp from Rockwell International (source)

Construction milestones:

1979 January 29: contract award to Rockwell International's Space Transportation Systems Division in Downey, California

1979 August 1: start long lead fabrication of upper forward-fuselage, Downey

1979 August 27: start long lead fabrication of Crew Module, Downey

1980 March 3: start fabrication aft-fuselage, Downey

1980 June 20: start fabrication lower forward-fuselage, Downey

1980 September 29: start assembly of Crew Module, Downey

1980 October 1: start fabrication/assembly of mid-fuselage, San Diego

1980 November 10: start assembly of aft-fuselage

1980 December 8: start initial system installation aft fuselage

1981 March 2: start fabrication/assembly of payload bay doors, Tulsa

1981 June 1: start fabrication of vertical stabilizer, Fairchild-Republic

1981 October 19: start fabrication/assembly of body flap, Downey

1981 October 26: start initial system installation, crew module, Downey

1982 January 4: start initial system installation upper forward fuselage, Downey

1982 March 16: mid-fuselage on dock, Palmdale

1982 March 30: Elevons on dock, Palmdale

1982 April 30: Wings on dock, Palmdale

1982 April 30: lower forward-fuselage on dock, Palmdale

1982 July 16: upper forward-fuselage on dock, Palmdale

1982 August 5: vertical stabilizer on dock, Palmdale

1982 September 3: start of final assembly

1982 October 15: body flap on dock, Palmdale

1982 December 28: crew module on dock, Palmdale

1983 January 11: aft-fuselage on dock, Palmdale

1983 February 25: forward RCS module on dock, Palmdale

1983 February 25: complete final assembly and closeout installation, Palmdale

1983 February 28: start initial subsystems test, power-on, Palmdale

1983 May 13: complete initial subsystems testing

1983 July 26: complete subsystems testing

1983 August 12: completed final acceptance

1983 October 16: Rollout from Palmdale

1983 October 28: SSME on dock, KSC

1983 November 5: overland delivery to Edwards AFB

1983 November 6: ferry flight to Vandenberg AFB

1983 November 8: ferry flight to Carswell AFB

1983 November 9: ferry flight to KSC

1983 November 15: transport to OPF and start modifications, KSC

1983 December 9: transfer to VAB for storage, KSC

1983 December 22: SSME on dock, KSC

1984 January 3: transfer to OPF, KSC

1984 January 5: SSME on dock, KSC

1984 May 12: transfer to VAB, KSC

1984 June 2: flight readiness firing of SSME, LC-39A

1984 June 25: Conduct STS-41-D, first flight, launch KSC, launch scrubbed at T-9 minutes due to general-purpose computer No. 5 disparity with primary set of general-purpose computers.

1984 June 26: Conduct STS-41-D, first flight, launch KSC, launch postponed indefinitely due to shutdown of SSMEs 3 and 2 at T-4 seconds due to slow opening of SSME 3 main fuel valve, SSME I never received a start command.

1984 July 14: rollback from Launch Complex 39-A to VAB, KSC, for remanifest of payloads

1984 July 17: transfer to OPF for reconfiguration of payload bay and for remanifest of payloads

1984 August 2: transfer to VAB and remate with SRB and ET

1984 August 9: rollout to LC-39A

1984 August 28: remanifest 41 D mission launch for Aug. 29, postponed for 24 hours for software verification

1984 August 30: launch of STS-41-D

Date: October 16, 1983

NASA ID: S84-30898

source, source, source, source, source, source

#Space Shuttle #Space Shuttle Discovery #Discovery #OV-103 #Orbiter #NASA #Space Shuttle Program #rollout ceremony #Rockwell International #Palmdale #California #October #1983 #my post

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daincrediblegg · 2 months

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THE LONG AWAITED LADY TERROR BIO

Full name: Genevieve Sinclair

DOB: February 12th, 1816 Baptism: April 16th, 1816 Birthplace: London, England Eyes: Brown Hair: Dark Brown Sexual Orientation: Queer Disposition: Enigmatic. In some circumstances quiet, thoughtful, introverted, in others, charming, charismatic and even boisterous Build: Full-figured, somewhat corpulent.

Genevieve “Lady Terror” Sinclair was born to Captain Charles Sinclair, a 2nd generation French/Italian immigrant who rose to captaincy during the napoleonic wars, and his lawful wife Ms. Marie Sinclair (nee. Bennet) after his return to London. Though he would never receive medals or great honor for the commencement of battle during the wars, he was recognized by the Royal Navy for his rescue efforts in recovering several stranded crews from the wrecks of many naval battles that commenced in French-controlled waters. Several years after his daughter was born, Charles found his funds running short to support his wife and child, and elected to take up the merchant’s trade to deliver and receive goods from the Americas and Russia, forming good relationships with the Hudson Bay Company and other exporters to be recognized as a business partner in full.

Sinclair’s childhood was mostly spent just outside of London in the family’s country manor. She spent much of her childhood happily as the only child that the couple would come to bear. Under both her parent’s tutelage she would learn much not just on the ways of being a proper lady, but also she was extremely well read in literature from around the world, philosophy, and studied in sciences as well. But her passions were especially prominent in her own writing, and the illustrations that would accompany them- a talent that she would pursue for the rest of her life and a constant comfort especially in her years leading up to her womanhood.

As she began to enter womanhood, her parent’s relationship, and her relations to them in turn, became strained. With her father often away, and left at home with only her mother to care for her as consequence, resentment brewed between them for Charles, but also in turn did Marie’s resentments implode upon the young woman, as her mother took to drinking and contradicting public endless praise for a talented daughter with endless private slander of the burden of raising her alone and increasing difficulties that she would face as a woman too intelligent for her lot in life, and how important it was also that she secure herself through marriage as she did. The unsavory dynamic between mother and daughter escalated until in her early twenties, Charles, on a return trip to England, found his daughter so deep in distress that she was to afeared to leave her room, prone to fits of being unable to sleep, distress from her mother’s private demeanor and admonishments and being given laudanum for these anxieties. Charles, knowing this to be unlike his daughter and heartbroken by her deep distress, discovered in turn that on top of her increased drinking and horrific spending habits while he was away, uncovered that she had also been unfaithful during his absence. He attempted a divorce from her in 1834 but nothing much ever came of it. Instead, Charles retained the custody of his daughter and brought her with him as he purchased a separate townhouse in London for themselves and summarily brought the young woman with him on all subsequent ventures, as she had once done in her youth for a time, but her mother had put an end to.

Over the course of the next eight years, Sinclair would span half the globe with her father while he conducted trade in its many corners. In that time, she learned much in the art of navigation, and was considered the most competent among the crew of her father’s ship-aptly named The Demeter- in this regard. Learning much and her skill also for reading charts and also re-drawing them for better navigational accuracy would have earned her any competent place on any given naval ship as a ship’s master- if not captain herself. The crew of the Demeter had been far warmer to her presence than might have been any other kind of crew one could encounter, but nonetheless took some time to warm up to the bright young woman they now had aboard. Nevertheless, Sinclair’s sharp thinking and suggestions managed to curtail many near misses, with no men lost during her tenure on the Demeter. But along with her skills in navigation also came a keen sense of business by proxy of her father’s business, and therefore became savvy in such dealings. It was always well regarded that much of her multiple talents served her well, and the culmination of these talents rose to great promise when word began to spread upon their arrival back in London after a long winter strait in Russian waters that another expedition to find the elusive Northwest Passage was underway. To secure a name for herself, with greater promise for her own self security (as her father, now in his 70’s, began to make preparations for her to inherit his entire estate and affairs upon his death, and she, wanting to be a part of such an adventure undertaken alone, put her name forward in the lots of ice masters that were to be considered for the expedition. Whilst her entry was highly unusual on account of her being a woman, she was considered highly for a secondary position as a junior in which she would assist her more tenured counterparts on Erebus and Terror with charting the unmapped territory and in navigation through the icy waters of the Arctic. It was not so much for her clear and unrivaled skill that she was eventually chosen, but moreso for her connections with merchants in the area for whom trade would be promising, and a navigator experienced in taking the route would be of great use to them once the passage had been charted. Though this fact continued to aggrieve her greatly throughout the expedition, her ability to take part in such a venture at all and as she was greatly overshadowed it, and accepted the position with gusto. However, as she would come to grapple with the incomprehensible horrors that awaited her in the arctic, she would come to regret what excitement she had once had to be a part of an exploratory mission such as this, and at the same time, consider it to be one of the best decisions she had ever made.

In her personal life, Sinclair by all was considered an odd sort of girl. Her outspoken nature earned her disdain amongst good society men and women that she encountered, but amongst the oddest lots in life she always seemed to find friends. One person in particular- author of ill repute Edgar Allan Poe had been a singularly constant companion to her and had been since their childhoods, as he attended a boarding school very near to the family home where they lived as his adoptive parents-Frances and John Allan- conducted their affairs in London. It was rumored once that there were wishes on behalf of each party to marry, but nothing came of it as time and miles parted them in their teenaged years, though up until her disappearance they remained very close friends. It is through this friend that Sinclair became acquainted with some of the other literati of the day (though Poe had burned many bridges with his scathing reviews of his peers works, a point of which Sinclair herself admired, Sinclair did not garner such a reputation herself), including the likes of Charles Dickens and Walt Whitman. In any and all such circles, she was always warmly regarded, if not well liked.

In affairs of the heart, however, Sinclair would never find herself so rich in either opportunity or prospect. Even though as a sole heiress she had been viewed as a desirable match for many gentlemen and many certainly took a chance at pursuing her in her youth, Sinclair never failed to turn them all down eventually. By her twentieth year it seemed the offers of marriage fell to the wayside both in light of her reputation and her sheer absence from such scenes where opportunity to meet potential suitors was presented, and she never took as much interest in finding a husband before spinsterhood approached her as many other ladies she had known were. Instead, she focused her efforts on making her life her own, and surpassing great obstacles in order to achieve her own independence whilst also not compromising her emotional well being.

#lady terror #egg's oc's #oc bio #here just take it JUST TAKE IT #MIGHT EDIT THIS LATER #also I started a body base last night to do an outfit breakdown... so keep an eye out for that #no accompanying photos rn but i know there's that sim I made in the tags somewhere #the terror oc

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yangtaros · 1 year

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love in la (part 2)

johnny x female reader

synopsis: nct dream is on tour in la while you’re secretly dating johnny long distance.

this is a continuation of part 1. please read it first💜

“Hurry up y/n, I want to get good seats” Your friend says waiting for you at the door to the theater.

“I don’t even think it’s going to be that packed, it’s been out for a week already”

“Maybe you’re right, but you just want to walk slow”

You take your phone out of your pocket and glance at it, waiting for a call.

“Oh! It all makes sense now you’re waiting for Johnny to call you”

“You know the time difference is so… well different! This is usually our best time. Him in the morning and me at night or the other way around.”

“Fine, you lovebirds have fun, I’m not missing the beginning” Your friend went into the theater and you soon got a facetime call from Johnny.

Good Morning babe

Hi Y/n

What are your plans for today

To stare at your face

Johnny stop it

He laughs, I have dance practice today and then a photoshoot

I’m expecting unreleased for y/n only selfies from you

Will do, when are you going to ship me a package with you inside of it

You never know I might suprise you

Where are you

Movie theater with y/f/n

She was there for our love story

Yeah she was but I get to see her more than you now, you stuck out your bottom lip

We’ll see each other soon I promise

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You finished eating lunch at work with a friend and were now walking to your desk when your boss tapped you on your shoulder.

“Hi”

“Hi and here!” He handed you two backstage passes.

“Who is this for?”

“Remember that Teen Vogue article you did on NCT 127? They loved it. They said the members seemed comfortable like they were talking to a friend.”

You smiled, “wow that is so sweet”

“So now they want you doing more kpop articles, they also said they have another opportunity for you but they want to see how you do with this one first”

You were so grateful for the acknowledgement from the company.

“Okay, that’s great”

“So these passes are for NCT dream, they’re kind of NCT 127 but-”

“I know them actually!”

“Oh good, the concert is in a few days. Do your best!”

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I know I’m not going to see you or anything, but it’s nice that I can see Mark and Haechan again, and meet the others. It’ll help me miss you a bit less.

I think you’ll miss me even more, mark copies me all the time

You giggled, Is he single

Woah he doesn’t copy me that much

Johnnnn no my friend thought he was cute at the Jennifer Hudson show

Well then yes, but he’s nerdy and shy

You were very shy when you asked for my number you think i forgot?

He blushed

How you were playing with my bracelet…

I just really secretly wanted it and my plan succeeded, he held his wrist up to the camera to show the bracelet

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Y/f/n agreed to go along with you to the NCT dream concert. 70% of the reason being Mark was there.

“Do I look cute?” She asked you.

“You know let’s just say Mark likes you back are you prepared for that time difference”

“Y/n I just wanna hang out with him and whenever he comes back to the states he knows where to find me”

You laugh, “got it”

“Friends no benefits”

“I’m trusting you” You say walking to your seats. This time you were given floor seats, you were very close to the stage.

This girl next to you had a Johnny photocard in her phone case.

“I just remembered other girls look at Johnny and not just me” you whispered to your friend.

“Guess what, you’re the only girl he looks at”

You smiled, she was right.

“I like that picture of Johnny” you say to the girl.

“Thank you! I paid so much for it”

“How come?”

“It’s special edition”

“Ohh right” You thought about how you get ‘special edition’ selfies from Johnny every day.

“Is it your first time seeing them?”

“No, well kinda, my friend and I saw 127 a few months ago” Your friend waved at her.

“I love 127, if you had a good time there I’m sure you will here too”

“Thanks! Who’s your favorite?”

“Haechan”

You nodded, thinking of all the times Haechan answered your call through Johnny’s phone when he wasn’t around to pick up “good choice”

The lights went low, the show was starting, “enjoy” you said to the girl.

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Around 30 minutes into the show Haechan looked down and saw you, his face lit up. You slightly smiled and looked to the side to not cause any attention, but some people in your section had noticed.

“She didn’t even have a sign and he looked at her” You heard a girl say behind you.

“Maybe she was at a fansign”

The girl next to you glanced at you quickly before looking back at the stage.

A few minutes later Haechan put his arm around Mark and led him to your section, trying to be as discreet as possible. Mark looked at you and then your friend. Then looked up and waved at the crowd, then his eyes slowly trailed back to you two. You could tell he was trying to figure out a way to say hi but you lightly shook your head to tell him don’t bother.

The girl next to you got suspicious, “does he recognize you from somewhere?”

“Who?”

“Never mind”

Your friend whispered in your ear, “did you see that? his eyes lingered on me”

You chuckle, “i don’t think them putting us near the stage was a good idea”

“I don’t think teen vogue knows your Johnnys girlfriend y/n” she whispers back

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At the end of the show you turn to the girl next to you, “did you love it?”

“Yes! They’re so talented”

“They are! Hey… if you could ask Haechan any question at all what would it be?”

“Um… what genre does he see himself doing as a solo artist?”

“That’s a great question”

She smiled, “well get home safe”

“You too!” You enjoyed meeting her, and you could tell she supported the boys, you wanted to give her a nice gift and get her question answered.

Once you and y/f/n gathered your things you went to the backstage area with your passes, “okay you have to be a good wing woman and somehow get them to hang out tonight”

“i’ll try but they might be tired”

While waiting to be led into the room, you saw Mark and Haechan come around the corner, “we found you guys finally!” Mark says, hugging you and then y/f/n.

“It’s nice to see you again” she says to him

“You too” he chuckles.

“Haechan you almost blew my cover” you say to him while hugging him.

Mark quickly translates what you said and Haechan laughs.

“Can we start the interview now?”

“Yeah follow us” You start to walk behind them and notice your friend stays by the backstage entrance.

“You coming?” Mark asks her

“I’m not usually allowed in the interviews”

You nodded, she was right.

“It’s okay, we won’t tell anyone” Mark walks up to her and places his hand on her shoulder.

She giggles and starts to walk, you lightly laugh to yourself. I have to tell johnny this

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“Haechan your distinct singing voice is a staple in the nct sound. Do you plan on doing any solo albums?”

After it’s translated, Haechan gets shy.

“Thank you Y/n. I really do want to do one I’m not sure when yet.”

“Great, do you know which genre?”

“I love rnb, but I would really like to do Gospel as well”

“Wow Haechan that’s great, I’m looking forward to it”

You turn to Mark, “and last but not least we have the leader. Mark, you have lived in three different countries and experienced so much at a young age. How has living in Toronto, New York, Vancouver, and Seoul influenced you?”

“Wow. Good question”

As he answered you glanced at your friend taking in every word.

You asked a few more group questions and you were finished.

“Thanks guys! You must be tired”

“I’m actually not.” Mark replies, then glances at your friend.

“I’m hungry” Chenle says.

“There’s a great sushi spot by here actually!”

They all agreed when they heard the word sushi, you pat yourself on the back for being a good wing woman.

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It was really late and the sushi spot was almost empty, so you all decided to eat there. While watching Mark and your friend talk quietly while sitting next to each other, you started to miss Johnny.

This would be around the time you call him anyway, “ I’m calling Johnny” you say to the table.

Haechan gestures for you to give him your phone before Johnny picks up.

Hi babe how was it- Haechan?

Everyone at the table laughed

Johnnyy Hiiiiii he says

Hi but I see you everyday show me y/n

Rude Haechan hands the phone back to you

Hello love how’d you sleep

You were in my dream

How cute

Are these boys causing you any trouble?

Well… you angle the camera to show your friend and mark in their own world

Johnny gasped, it’s happening

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“Big news” your boss says to you, “check your email”

It’s been three days since the concert, and you turned in your interview to teen vogue yesterday.

You went to your email and clicked your most recent message.

“Read it out loud”

You laughed, “okay”

“After consideration, Teen Vogue would like to personally invite you to be one of the main Journalists in our kpop division. In this job you will frequent kpop concerts and conventions, interview established and up coming artists, as well as keep an eye on any kpop breakthroughs.” You pause for a second, you still considered yourself fresh in journalism and were already getting such great opportunities.

“You will be relocated to” wait what? “You will be relocated to Seoul for 6 months, and after that we will reassess before renewing your contract. If this offer sounds like something you’re interested in please let us know.”

You slowly look at your boss.

“I told you it was big news”

“Yeah that’s, that’s huge news. A job like this isn’t even close to the income that i’m making now, I could finally start taking care of my parents, but Seoul.. that’s a big decision.”

“Well while you make the decision just stay low so there’s no reason for them to take it back”

“What do you mean?”

“Please tell me you aren’t doing anything with the NCT boys or anything”

You laughed really loud, “what? what do you mean”

“It’s happened before” he shrugged

“Who and with who?”

he came close to your ear, “remember when sandra worked here”

You nodded

“2017. harry styles”

You gasped

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You sat on your couch, you debated telling Johnny about the job offer. Of course you wanted to see him everyday but it was a big decision. You don’t even know Korean.

You got a text from an old college friend

Hey y/n… is this you?

You raised an eyebrow and clicked on the link she sent, not thinking much of it.

“No way…” It was a tweet with 20 thousand likes.

i’m not familiar with nct but isn’t this them?

attached was a picture of you and your friend with the boys in the sushi restaurant.

“No way”

You read a comment, isn’t that the same girl haechan kept looking at in the concert

someone replied with a video of the exact instance, it is! is that his girlfriend i’m so confused

“No way”

part 3 next

taglist (comment to be on it) @amessofthings @amazinggraxia

#nct #nct x reader #nct drabbles #kpop #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct 127 imagines #johnny suh x female reader #johnny suh imagines #johnny imagines #nct johnny #nct x female reader #johnny suh #mark lee #nct 127

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darkenedreaper · 3 months

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Pairing: Ellen Ripley (Aliens) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

A/N: Slight sad angst, let me know if you want more story to this

Summary: When you return with Newt, how will Ripley react when she sees her old lover.

Distant Lovers

You and Ripley had gone through all sorts or stages in a relationship, although you never really officially disclosed to one another what you were exactly. You were in a relationship, but it was never confirmed by yourself or Ripley, you both just went along with it because you were happy in each others company, happy in each others arms at night, happy in each others steamy embraces, and happy in the company of one another on a romantic level. You and Ellen had both gone through the first attack of the Xenomorph on the Nostromo, and you pushed through the aftereffects. You stayed as a team, and grew close on the Nostromo. It could be said the Nostromo is where your ‘relationship’ started. You stayed together on the ship back to Earth… that was until you were approached by Burke and asked to go to LV 426, as all of the colonies had gone down. You and Ripley promised one another you wouldn’t go, but it wasn’t until you were awoken by her as she had a nightmare, you both called Burke saying you’d join, to do one thing and one thing only; wipe the fuckers out. It was going as good as it could’ve done until you were separated. Ripley was pulled off to join the Marines, give them a talk, and meet the crew. You were pulled off to command a higher unit of the Marine Corps. When you and Ripley, and the two teams met up tensions were high. You caught on to a man named Hicks making eyes at Ripley, not to mention that both the Marine squads were squaring up to one another. As you, Ripley, Hicks, Hudson, Vasquez, Newt, and the other surviving Marines were welded into an office on LV 426, tensions grew higher, even between you and Ripley. You got into small irrelevant arguments, you bickered, and you seemed to grow apart for the time you were in there. It didn’t help that Hudson was panicking and Vasquez and Drake were shouting at him. Hicks and Ripley had gotten closer. For the time spent on the plant you isolated yourself away from Ripley, she was hurting you by spending precious time with Hicks. She spent a lot of time with Newt but that was alright, Newt was a scared little girl who saw Ripley as a mother. You were hurting because she had shut you out, turned to someone else for reassurance and care. You didn’t want to spend time with her, so any time that was spent together it was filed with bitter arguments. Some of those arguments got nasty and personal. It left a hatred between you and Ripley, maybe it was because of the situation and the people around you. Most of the arguments and insults you know were taken too far, but you were both stubborn and fought fire with fire. You and Ripley didn’t speak, you didn’t sit in the same room as one another, you didn’t fight side by side; and it felt like she had abandoned you, abandoned you for a potential family life with Hicks and Newt… or so you thought.

After the events of the Queen Xenomorph and her offspring were annihilated during the explosion of LV 426, more problems rose. There wasn’t enough room on the ship back to Earth for you and Newt, there was only a shuttle available. Ripley had actually spoke to you for the first time and begged you to take her place on the ship while she went with Newt. Part of you thought she was pleading for your space in the shuttle to protect the girl should anything happen, but the stubborn part of you knew she was pleading for your space to protect you. Although you and Ripley didn’t speak for a long time, she still showed she cared for you. She’d save you a seat in the office area whether you took it or not, she’d leave a cup of coffee where you were sitting, she’d secretly check your guns were loaded and you have enough ammunition, she’d check you had your helmet, armour, and even torch. She’d glance at you from across the room trying to read you, trying to tune in to what you were thinking about. She wanted to know if you were thinking about her, about the Nostromo, about the Xenomorph, perhaps you weren’t thinking about anything at all. But she wanted you to hold her and you tell her your thoughts, just like you used to, to calm her on the nights she woke up after a night terror.

So you assured Ripley that you protect Newt, that you wouldn’t let anything happen to her, and that you would both return safe. Newt clung on to Ripley when they were parting but the girl knew she would be safe with you. You gave Ripley a last look, she did the same. You both seemed stuck in place, you both wanted to hug, kiss, hold even shake hands at this point. But you wouldn’t move. So you have her a wink with a small smile and took the girls hand heading to the shuttle. Rather than heading straight to the ship, Ripley held back until she couldn’t see you both anymore.

Both the Marine ship and your shuttle were travelling directly back down to Earth for the first time in years, everyone would be in hyper sleep and the Marine ship was the first to arrive. The company had set up a large private housing estate for the Marines, yourself, Ripley and Newt to settle down into for the time being, and to settle in back down on Earth. You and Ripley had seen the house you’d been assigned to, it was the house at the bottom of a straight walk-down street. It was a beautiful house with steps leading up to it sat in the middle of a row of houses leading down to it, it had big front double doors, and bushes on the sides, it was a home to go to.

You and Newt had woken up from hyper-sleep to find you had a matter of hours left before you grounded to Earth. You had made contact with Ellen’s ship but only to find out that it had grounded 4 weeks before you have. The company had told you that Ellen had settled into the house, she was eagerly waiting for your arrival, but she was scared. She didn’t want a phone call that told her you and Newt didn’t make it, or something happened to the both of you. You tried to make contact with Ripley but that didn’t work as you still hadn’t grounded. You had about an hour left before you grounded and the same events with the first Xenomorph in the shuttle had happened with you and Newt. The monster was hiding in the vents, it had tucked itself in. You hid Newt in the uniform closet with her plastic doll. You didn’t try and flush the thing out, as it would most likely end up on earth. As it appeared to be sleeping in the vents you had snuck around it to push the alarm on the shuttle, which alerted the coma only lives were in danger… and it wasn’t long before Ellen caught wind of it. The alarms went off, the lights were flashing, the alarm was sounding, and it woke. You did the best you could to try and fight it with a pipe you’d found, without being burnt alive by it’s acid. Newt had started screaming from the uniform closet, making the aliens target; Newt. As the alarm had been set off, the shuttle was put into an automatic descent, making you, Newt, and the Xenomorph head straight for Earth at a rapid pace. By now, you had been thrown over all sorts of controls and buttons, you tried to light its tail on fire. You managed to stick a police through its arms jamming it into the vents as you got Newt strapped into a chair to brace her for impact, and the alien was frantic as it had practically ripped its own arm off to get you. You had managed to light its leg on fire, eventually the rest of its body catching on fire. As you made out the buildings from your rapid descent, you hugged Newt, protecting her from the incoming impact, and you prayed that the alien would die, burning alive before the oxygen tanks blew.

As the shuttle smashed into the ground, the backend of the shuttle had blown up, seemingly the oxygen tanks did catch on fire. You figured you were unconscious for a few minutes, but as soon as you woke you looked around for the threat, seeing as some of the shuttle had melted and had acid dripping from it you took the hint it had blown up. You quickly unstrapped a groggy Newt and made your way out of the wreck of the shuttle. As you got out there were people, lots of people standing around you. There were crowds. The sunlight hurt your eyes, and you shielded Newts. You and Newt had dust and dirt and ash all over you. You were bleeding from your eyebrow, lip and nose from the crash and the attack of the alien, that was why as you walked away from the crowd people were shouting if you needed help and who you were. After picking Newt up and carrying her bridal style, you made your way to the private estate which you had memorised the directions to. Newt only had a small nosebleed, and dirt all over her, but she was tucked into your neck. It was a short walk, and early morning, so you had hoped to have dodged the news vans and reporters.

It wasn’t long before a Marine caught whiff of the breaking news on the tv channel which he had just figured out how to use. All the Marines had gathered in Ripleys home, where they all anxiously waited for your arrival. Ripley stared in shock at the screen, she stared in shock at the mess and state of the shuttle crash. She tried to search for you on the news, wondering if the camera would pan to 2 survivors… but it didn’t. So she waited and waited, looking outside the porch windows, holding tears back.

As you turned the corner to start walking down the straight run to your new home you could vividly make out at the bottom of the private estate, you mind went blank for a while. But you knew you’d see Ripley, and thinking about Ripley made you question. Did you she miss you? Did she want to start things up again? Did she want to get married? Should you ask her? Should you leave her? Should you question her and Hicks? Should you be living with her? Your mind stopped asking questions when you got closer and closer to the house you made out that Ripley was waiting at the double doors, you saw her breath in the class, rapidly breathing, she had saw you. She saw a limping figure carrying a smaller figure, covered in dirt, and ash. She saw from her doors you were bleeding and you were hurt. As you continued to walk, Newt popped her head up, seeing Ripley open both double doors. You saw Ripley walk down the steps and you felt Newt wriggling to leave your arms, you stopped walking and gently put her down. You stood still and stood in your place watching as Newt cried out “Mom”, running to Ripley as Ripley did the same, running to her little girl. They met halfway in the street, but they were so far away from you. You held back, wondering if you were welcome. But you watched your two favourite girls hug and sob at their reunion. As Ripley out Newt down she turned to you, still with a tight hold on Newt. She looked at you and took in your appearance, she saw you were weak, hurting, tired, but she saw a look in your eyes that mirrored how she felt. She wants to run to you and she wants you ti pick her up in your arms and hold her, she doesn’t want you to ever leave her again. Although you could barely hear her, she said “thank you”. You stood in place, like the soldier you were. You were going to move forward… but Hicks running to the front door, looking down at Ripley and Newt caught your eye. Your heart dropped, why was he in your house? Did he not see who brought Newt home? How long had he been in yours and Ripleys house? Did she spend nights with him? Did she rest in his arms.. his in hers? And so you gave a tired smile to Ripley, dropped your head down, turned around, and made your way away from them. Made your way to where?… you didn’t know.

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NBC Promo Pics for Episode 10.17

"THE BLACKLIST" "THE MORGANA LOGISTICS CORPORATION" ORIGINAL 06/08/2023 (08:00PM - 09:00PM) (Thursday) : The Task Force encounters a ring of fraudulent companies shipping contraband around the world. Congressman Hudson's investigation escalates when he recruits help from within the FBI. TV-14

#the blacklist #promo pics #donald ressler #dembe zuma #siya malik #10.17 #going with this schedule for now until NBC tells me otherwise

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tricornonthecob · 7 months

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Can you do a headcanon dump, I’m curious to hear 👀

I have so many that tumblr threw an error and broke down and deleted all the things I wrote so lets see if I can be less verbose (impossible.) My thoughts are mostly fleshing the fuck out of the Phillips family because I love them.

Samuel Phillips's older siblings were from his father's first wife, who died. While still young, his own mother dies in childbirth giving birth to a stillborn daughter.

After this, he's treated poorly by his dad and siblings. He gets really into exploration and new worlds as a way to cope, and he also finds natural talent as a swordsman and horseman, but nothing he excels at is ever enough.

As an adolescent, he forms a strong father-son surrogate bond with his fencing tutor, a wizened old bachelor and veteran of Queen Anne's War (? I need to look at the timeline to see if this works)

Through a mutual friend of his fencing tutor, he is introduced to the idea of joining the army as a light dragoon. His father is furious at this decision, but by this point, 20-something Sammy Phillips is thrilled to do anything to stick it to the ornery old bastard.

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I don't have as much fleshed out for Lady Phillips, since most of my headcanons have revolved around Major Phillips, but I have some bits.

She's the eldest daughter of a new-rich merchant.

Her name is Eliza. I also named Mrs. Radcliffe Eliza. The two Elizas became best friends forever at the age of four because they were both named Eliza. This is how it goes when you are four.

The future Mrs. Radcliffe is a ho, but her parents are spacey as hell so she does what she wants. Eliza's parents are more parenty, but still reasonable. Eliza gets bit by the rebellion bug all the same.

Our Eliza and Samuel meet at a ball that they're both attending, although the Elizas kind of maybe crashed the ball. Just a little bit. I need to sort out how.

Our Eliza and Samuel get shotgun wedding'd, although they do love each other.

Him and Eliza have trouble conceiving, and he's then shipped off to war.

He gets wounded heroically and sent back to Britain for a bit - and to be knighted! - where he convalesces and they finally have Sarah. He still has a hankering for war - and some unfinished bidness - and manages to return, despite the wound in his shoulder hampering some of his movement.

The situation in North America is looking good for Britain politically, but its turned very ugly.

When the war is over he comes back to see his infant daughter and breaks down. She looks alot like him - but, more specifically, she looks like his mother, with some of Eliza's features.

Despite loving his family, he's become restless with PTSD and can't resist the call to go back to America. When word of Pontiac's war reaches him, he's practically chomping at the bit to return.

What he returns to is even more frustrating for him, and it also begins his friendship/working relationship with the Shawnee.

He goes back one more time to Britain, but by now is totally over it. His relationship with Eliza is in tatters and Sarah is starting to show some teenage angst. He leaves for a job with the Hudson's Bay Company - which he rapidly abandons to go land speculating.

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Lady Phillips, to cope with the stress of everything, became an avid gardener and illustrator of plants in Britain. She brings this with her to America when she moves and, eventually, decides to curate and publish a ladies' gardening magazine with the help of James' printing company.

James is a pigeon guy. He got interested in them when he was living in the streets. Later in life he breeds and races pigeons. Sarah originally wasn't thrilled but turns into the Dads Who Did Not Want Pets meme.

James is also able to sing - not amazingly, but also can hold a tune. When he and Sarah have babies, he discovers he loves singing them lullabies and insists on it.

James will also read them humanist literature because of course he does.

TBH I envision he and Sarah having only daughters, but that is largely due to the fact that I am extremely partial to Family With Only Daughters vibes (myself being a member of a Family With Only Daughters.)

James is completely incapable of denying any of his children anything. It is a problem.

I also imagine they had a little bit of trouble having kids, but they manage to have a few anyway.

Major Phillips is a dry, aloof bastard and at first James doesn't know how to deal with the humor and the stand-offishness, but Major Phillips does grow to like James.

Grandpa Phillips, though not fully able to do fencing any more due to injuries he sustained in war, still has a sword collection.

He also loves to play with his granddaughters, possibly making up for all the time he lost with his own daughter.

James is extremely anxious to ask for Sarah's hand, until Major Phillips point blank tells him to.

Henri doesn't stay in France for long and comes back to be Uncle Henri to the Hillips babies. They love him because of his hijinks and the fact he's always bringing them bonbons and little toys and such.

Major Phillips meets Henri and has no idea what to make of him.

Henri becomes a baker. Because I said so, thats why.

Mrs. Radcliffe and her husband are 18th century swingers. You can't tell me that woman doesn't have the look and mien of a swinger.

Lady Phillips is extremely pissed at Major Phillips for a very long time for good reason. She moves from their old home to America mostly for Sarah, but also because she has no real say in the matter.

Y'all have heard my James and Sarah are horsegirls headcannon. To expand on it, they will sometimes race when they're feeling flirty.

Both of them come to Caesar to talk about their feelings, but especially James. James is not very subtle about it and at least Henri and Moses know he's doing it.

James eventually adopts Caesar and he lives out his final years in good care getting fat on grass.

During the postmaster general timeframe, Sarah's introduced to a neighbor's feisty pony, Flip. She eventually adopts him.

Sarah and James first bone at Yorktown. tbh.

Udney is a himbo. I'm 50/50 on him and Sarah actually messing around a little at one point pre-James courtship - Sarah being mad at James for whatever reason, Udney 100% being her type, and teenagers/young adults not being particularly well-equipped for self control.

I also don't like first-time energies in ships - a quirk of mine - so I've also played around with James having a rebound he doesn't realize is a rebound when Sarah goes to Britain, because again. Teenagers/young adults sometimes make Decisions.

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Anyway these are just some of my headcanons.

#liberty's kids #headcanons #headcanon dump

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October 14th 1788 saw the first successful steamboat tested on Dalswinton Loch by Patrick Miller and William Symington.

“It can’t be!” cried the fisherman on the shore of Loch Dalswinton to his companion. “In all my life I’ve never seen a boat like that!”

“It’s going straight into the wind and it’s smoking as though it’s on fire,” gasped the other man. “It hasn’t got a sail – some sort of wheel seems to be moving it along.”

From the strange craft came the noisy rattle of chains and the steady thump of a crude steam engine. Aboard it a young engineer grinned with the triumph of a man who has seen a dream come true.

His name was William Symington and he was testing the first steamboat ever to sail successfully in Britain.

As the paddlewheel churned the surface of the loch, he turned to his partner.

“Now we’ve proved that it can work, we’ll build one big enough to tow barges,” he cried excitedly. “Some day our steamboats will be sailing to the farthest corners of the earth.”

The enthusiastic Scottish inventor was born on a March day in 1763, at Leadhills. As he grew up, he studied for the Ministry, but he found he was paying more attention to engineering problems than to his theological textbooks. He had a plan for building a steam carriage and he gave up his studies to make a working model of it.

The model actually worked and Symington’s friends began to wonder if steam carriages would some day replace horses. Then, in 1787, the young Scot went to Edinburgh, where he patented a steam engine which would drive a full-size carriage. It was here that a businessman interested him in the idea of building his engine into a boat so that it drove a paddlewheel by a system of chains.

The first attempt was made at Dalswinton in October, 1788, in a small converted pleasure boat. A second, and much larger craft, was built and tested on the Forth and Clyde canal in November, 1789. This achieved a speed of 7 m.p.h., but Symington’s partner gave up his interest. He considered the chain system was too clumsy. Symington carried on alone and patented a new system, using pistons to turn the paddlewheel.

In March of the next year his full-size tug, the Charlotte Dundas, was launched. It travelled 19 ½ miles along the canal against a strong wind in six hours, towing two heavy barges.

At first Symington was hailed as a hero. Eight tugs were ordered to pull strings of barges along the canal. But soon afterwards the order was cancelled and the Charlotte Dundas was laid up. The owners of the Forth and Clyde Canal Company feared the wash from the paddlewheels would erode the canal banks.

Despite all Symington’s efforts, he could not get anyone to invest in them. Yet the news of the success of the Charlotte Dundas travelled round the world, and in 1807 Robert Fulton’s steamboat, the Clermont, was launched on the Hudson River in the USA. It was so successful that shipping companies all over the world began to turn to steam.

Ironically, this was no help to Symington. He went to London, but no one was interested in his plans. He died in poverty on 22nd March, 1831.

#scotland #scottish #history #ttransport #steam engine #maritime history

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Victoria - 4 years on

Today (May 12) marks the fourth anniversary of the first UK broadcast of the 3rd season (and possibly series) finale of Jenna Coleman’s Victoria in 2019. It’s amazing it’s been so long!

Of course Jenna has gone on to other work. As the season was finishing up on ITV, she was co-starring in a West End revival of All My Sons. A few months later she’d be in Thailand shooting The Serpent. Then of course C19 arrived (hard to believe, less than a year after Victoria aired!), and after a pause Jenna ended up in The Sandman, Klokkenluider, and other projects.

Is Victoria finished? Wikipedia’s page has it as cancelled, citing a statement by ITV dated from 2021 that there were no plans for a 4th season. I recall one article saying further production was unlikely due to C19 (which would technically put Victoria in the same company as GLOW and a few other series ended due to the pandemic, even though most other shows continued production). Daisy Goodwin, the show’s producer and writer, posted on Instagram sometime in 2019 that she’d written scripts for Series 4. And, of course, Series 3 (spoiler alert) ended on a cliffhanger.

There’s still hope that the show might return, perhaps as a one-off special. Yes, Jenna and Tom Hughes are no longer a couple - but there’s certainly precedent for exes to continue working together in TV and film, so that’s not necessarily a barrier. There’s certainly no time limit involved - Jenna could return to the role later in life quite easily (much as Judi Dench has done); in real life, Albert didn’t die for real until a decade or so after the events covered in Series 3.

But the fact remains Jenna has moved on. Maybe not into something ongoing (even Sandman S2 might only entail another one-off story, she won’t in in every episode, and The War Rooms is looking to be the TV equivalent of vaporware), but being tied to a TV series might have prevented her from taking on things like Jackdaw or the Lemons play - or whatever she might be doing next. She probably has no burning need or desire to return to Victoria (maybe not to the same degree she appears to be disinterested in reprising Clara Oswald), other than maybe the fact the series leaves viewers hanging so it’ll always remain a bit of “unfinished business” in that regard.

Her co-stars have also moved on. Nell Hudson is now a novelist; Margaret Clunie has been doing mostly independent films; Tom has been in several TV series and movies over the last couple of years.

But what we did get were 3 seasons (plus a Christmas special) of surprisingly light-hearted romantic drama, Vicbourne, Vicbert (I forgot the ship name), Jenna in nearly every scene, plus some great co-stars including Margaret and Nell, Rufus Sewell, and of course fellow Doctor Who-franchise veterans Tommy Knight and Eve Myles and, lest we forget, Diana Rigg also popped in for a visit when she wasn’t poisoning Joffrey Baratheon! LOL! I miss the show but am thankful we got what we got!

#jenna coleman #queen jenna #victoria tv series

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moondrop39-dovewing70 · 1 year

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Monkey Cop: K9 Unit AU (Basically)

Monkey Cop: K9 Unit is a show about a K9 officer and a detective becoming partners and solving many different crimes. This is based off of the show "Hudson and Rex" and a bit of that "NCIS" chaos so their will be many different variety of crime and interesting side stories..... *wink wink*

Always the setting is around Megapolis, the characters all have an important part to play in the show. So lets get into each character shall we?

Sun Wukong is an immortal actor who is very powerful and very skilled, both in acting and being a retired officer of the law himself. He keeps his personality but his powers are a bit down scaled. He is one of the main characters of the show (and Fanfic) and the detective of the show.

Macaque is another immortal actor who is also powerful and skilled in the arts of science and acting. He takes on the role of the detective's forensics team, who works really closely with the detective. His personality is much more open and he gets really eager in some aspects of the show. Over all takes care of the team with his "mom" energy.

MK is a dog trainer to the K9 officer/actor in the show. He is a bit more shy and timid but is much more open to the immortal monkeys and the dog. He helps around in the background and helps the actors with their lines. He is overall a helpful eighteen year old kid who is excited to meet his favorite two actors.

Mei is one of our tech members of the department and an actor. She helps with the cameras and following the digital foot trail of the victims. She is very handy with fixing and following them. She is also one of those badass officers and is overall a bubbly person unless you piss her off.

Red Son is the other tech member of the team and an actor as well. He pushes the team into different leads and thinks outside of the box a ton. He is a strategist at heart and it shows in his acting. He always pushes the thread as to how far he can push the directors.

Pigsy is the captain of the department and an actor. He is a stern actor though and most of the time, he isn't really acting just being himself. He does loosen up but very rarely. Hopefully that might change.

Sandy is part of the forensic scientists team and an actor, helping document and move things as well as give the main team help. He doesn't get a big part in the show but is often helpful off the camera.

Tang is a part of the forensic scientist team and an actor, he does what Sandy does too but also helps with the more historical side of it. He is full of stories and I kinda push the more "NCIS character Ducky" attitude with him.

Now for the OC's of the show/gang:

The K9 Officer: A dog shapeshifter who became friends with MK. Her name is Luna and she was moved from America to China due to a high demand of show dogs for movies. She was moved when she was fourteen and met MK when he was 15.

The Autopsy Personel/Actor: A human named Chan, who is a hard worker. Her eyes are a greyish blue and she became an actor after working in the medical field after two years. She is skilled and can help the audience with explaining what happened.

Also to add more spice to this AU. Their are also show ships and ships in general:

Shadowpeach: The show ships them hard and so does the general public.

Freenoodles: The show ship that also became a general ship.

DragonFruit: A ship in general that became another ship on the show.

MKxOC: Ship in general (never appears in the show)

Now with all of this together, I would like to add that these are also featured in the AU and fanfic:

MK is trans.

The Celestial Realm and some of the demons in the original show work as the production company.

Nezha is the vice director of the show.

LGTBQ+

Gore and Violence

Swearing

Angst

Fluff

And Honest to god just so much goodness in the show and off the show.

There you have it. The AU idea is finished. Fanfic will come soon as well as a master list! Thanks!

#lego monkie kid #Lego monkey kid #shadowpeach #lmk #LMK monkey cop #Monkey Cop: K9 Unit AU #LMK AU

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My dears, here we go and today we open the first door and you can find: De Halve Maen

De Halve Maen in aktion, Hoorn, Netherlands (27-04-2018) Photographer: Benno Ellerbroek

Infos about her:

Halve Maen (Half Moon) was a Dutch East India Company jacht (similar to a carrack) which sailed into what is now New York Harbor in September 1609. She was commissioned by the Dutch Republic to covertly find a western passage to China.

She had two square sails each on the foremast and main mast and a lateen sail on the mizzen mast. The ship was armed with four smaller cannons, which were positioned in the tween deck between the main mast and the forecastle. The rudder was controlled from the slightly raised aft deck. The crew probably numbered around 20 men. More precise ship data have not been handed down.

The ship was captained by Henry Hudson, an Englishman in the service of the Dutch Republic. After a difficult stormy voyage in ice and snow at the North Cape, the expedition finally reached the Newfoundland Bank and what is now Canada. From Cape Sable, Hudson followed the East American coast southwards to the Delaware River, continuing past Manhattan and Long Island. In the summer of 1609, Hudson sailed along the Hudson River, named after him, to present-day Albany. As Hudson was unable to discover a passage to the Pacific on this route, he returned to the Netherlands.

In 1611, the East India Company sent the Halve Maen from Amsterdam to what was then the East Indies (now Indonesia). There she also served in attacks on rival trading posts, such as Solor in 1613. In 1618, the Halve Maen was set on fire in a battle with English ships off Jakarta and was lost.

To mark the 300th anniversary of Hudson's voyage, a replica of the Halve Maen was built in the Netherlands in 1909 based on plans of similar contemporary ships. The ship, christened Halve Maen II, was shipped from Amsterdam to New York as deck cargo and then sailed on the Hudson River with a crew of 18 under its own sails. This replica burned in 1934.

Another replica was launched in 1989. This was then able to take part in the 400th anniversary of the navigation of the Hudson River. The replica, named Half Moon, travelled the Hudson and its surroundings on various occasions and was based at the New Netherland Museum in New York. Since 30 May 2015, this replica has been on loan to the Westfries Museum in Hoorn for five years.

#naval history #naval artifacts #de halve maen #17th century #day 1 #advent calendar #age of sail #ships #age of sail replica

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The Trio Kids*, in birth order (ft. Colton Cartwright, @the-witching-ash's Andrew Berry, and Savannah Evans, with Finn Hudson & Quinn Fabray) x, x

Beth Stephanie Cartwright: Quinn's daughter with Puck, raised by Quinn, Colton, and Andrew though eventually with Savannah & Finn's help. Named for the song Beth, middle name is a tribute to both Andrew & Colton as well as Stephen Sondheim (as Andrew & Colton's middle names are both Stephen, after Stephen Sondheim)

Nellie Maria Cartwright: Andrew & Savannah's eldest child, named after Mrs Lovett from Sweeney Todd (and Nell Baker, Kurt's aunt/Josh St James' future wife) and Maria from West Side Story. Fun fact, she was conceived the night that Andrew proposed, and Savannah was seven months pregnant during their wedding

Roger Christian Cartwright-Hudson: Finn & Colton's son, biologically Colton's with Savannah as the surrogate. Named after Roger from Rent and Christian from Moulin Rouge. Fun fact, he and Lucy were born within a month of each other

Lucy Cecilia Cartwright-Hudson: Finn & Colton's daughter, biologically Finn's with Cece as the surrogate. Both of her names have triple meanings — Lucy for the song Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, for Sweeney Todd, and for Quinn, and Cecilia for the song, Cecilia Loftus, and Cece

Audrey Roberta Cartwright: Andrew & Savannah's second child, named after Audrey from Little Shop Of Horrors, and Robert from Company (with a bonus nod to her Uncle Bobby), looks almost identical to her younger cousin Christine

George Stephen Cartwright: Andrew & Savannah's third child, Audrey's younger twin. Named after Sunday In The Park with George as well as after his dad, his Uncle Colton, and Stephen Sondheim

Christine Stephanie Cartwright-Hudson: Finn & Colton's youngest daughter, biologically Colton's with Savannah as the surrogate. She was named Christine after Phantom Of The Opera, and Stephanie after her dad, her Uncle Andrew, and Stephen Sondheim

*there are various versions of the trio children depending on Andrew's ship, this particular variation is specific to Savannah Evans

**both Quinn and Andrew legally changed their names to Cartwright in high school, and passed that on to their children

#trio verse #the trio verse #ocappreciation #crossover ship #for a friend #friend's oc #colton & andrew #savannah x andrew #savannah evans #colton cartwright #get it right #rumour has it #my work #my edits #my gifs #my ocs #glee oc

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1830s Thursday: Extreme Adventurers

A chronology of major expeditions of the 1830s in Fergus Fleming’s Barrow's Boys: The Original Extreme Adventurers: A Stirring Story of Daring, Fortitude and Outright Lunacy:

1829-33 John Ross takes a small steam ship into Prince Regent Inlet and is beset for four winters. His nephew James discovers the North Magnetic Pole in 1831.

1830-31 Richard Lander and his brother John successfully trace the Niger to its mouth.

1833-5 George Back travels down the Great Fish River in an abortive attempt to rescue John Ross.

1836-7 Back sails disastrously to Wager Bay.

1837-9 Hudson’s Bay Company overlanders Peter Dease and Thomas Simpson successfully map large stretches of Canada’s Arctic coast.

1839-43 James Ross journeys to Antarctica with the Erebus and Terror. He charts large areas of undiscovered coastline and discovers the live volcano, Mt. Erebus.

For popular depictions of these polar peregrinations, I look to the Linda Hall Library’s online Ice exhibit, which contains illustrations from many contemporary expedition narratives, such as the delightfully trashy The Last Voyage of Capt. Sir John Ross (1835), by Robert Huish.

Ross’ steam ship Victory as it left Woolwich in an illustration, dressed with some very fanciful flags. And over there in the lower left corner...

It’s the Eighteen-Thirties all right!

Here is a scene from Narrative of an Expedition in H.M.S. Terror, by George Back (1838):

The Terror is beset in ice, but the three men in the foreground wear winter clothing that recalls an 1833 fashion plate with the full coat skirts, defined waists, and even the caps.

#Eighteen-Thirties Thursday #1830s #polar exploration #arctic expeditions #fashion history #romantic era #sir john ross #sir george back #barrow's boys #polar #clothing #fashion #hms terror #fergus fleming #exploration #men's fashion #historical men's fashion

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20.2

Friday wandered down the deck of the ship, her gauzy dress whipping in the wind. She twisted her string of fake pearls around her finger. Their first full day aboard the Demeter was coming to an end, and it couldn’t have gone better.

The level of wealth on display here was really something else; these people were in a class of their own. Friday had only briefly brushed against this kind of money at the Hemisphere Gala, and she found it was almost impossible to imitate. Every other sentence laid a trap to test her knowledge of other wealthy people that she should know and parties she should have been invited to. But Friday had managed to find her angle. She was playing nouveau riche–it excused some errors and explained her outgoing approach.

Despite themselves, the circle she’d been talking with last night and this afternoon had taken to her pretty well; they would humor her until the Demeter made port in Canada, if only for a little entertainment. Val was doing an exceptional job playing the disinterested husband, and all Friday had to do was be herself.

She’d excused herself to powder her nose, hoping that Val would follow her a few minutes behind. She’d been telling some fairly rude stories in which he, as her husband, was a key figure. She’d gone a little over the top with the last one–he should feel compelled to come out and give her a hard time, if nothing else.

Friday slowed her pace, eventually coming to a stop by the railing. Water made her a little nervous after her dunking in the Hudson River, but the ocean was really something else, especially with twilight reflecting off the glass-like surface. And the ocean spray felt good after spending so long in the warm lounge.

Friday’s hands were nervous–she had to consciously keep them still and serene. The longer she waited by the railing, the more sure she was that Val wasn’t coming.

It wasn’t like him at all. This was the man who Friday had known to lock himself in the bathroom at the Ace of Spades after a mere twenty minutes at the bar. He should be hiding in their cabin, letting Friday act for the both of them. Which was another reason why she’d hoped he would come and find her on the deck. She wanted to gently encourage him to come down with the flu. She could handle this one.

Last night–their first night on the Demeter–Val had never come back to their cabin. He had elected to stay behind when Friday had announced her exit. And for what? No one needed him to be up this late. For once in their lives, all they needed to do was pass through. There was no Hemisphere, no battle to fight, just tea and small talk–all Val had to do was lay low for a couple of days before they disembarked in Canada. John and Cody had gotten the idea, barely showing up for meals before disappearing again, so why not Val?

Last night, Friday had waited up for him for hours, pacing in front of the bed. When Val still hadn’t come back after three in the morning, Friday had crept back to the lounge, expecting to find him asleep in an armchair. Instead, she’d found Val losing at chess against Casimir Brus, a quiet man she hadn’t been able to get a good read on yet.

The rest of the company had shrunk down to six, including the first mate, who appeared to be only just hanging on. It was curious to find her here, sitting up with the passengers. She might be more interesting than Friday had thought. At some point everyone had switched to alcohol, and Val nursed a gin and tonic which was mostly melted ice.

Friday had swallowed her surprise and meandered past the rest of the late night crowd to the chess match, the satin robe she’d thrown over her nightgown hanging loosely enough to show the top of her chest. All eyes had followed her across the room, curious to see what she would do.

“I’m glad to see you aren’t gambling, darling,” she said, landing behind Val. She leaned forward, as if to better inspect the game, pressing the bare part of her chest against the back of his shoulder–an instruction to the rest of the room on how to read the situation. “You know you’re worse at cards than you are at chess.”

“Mm,” Val said. He took another sip of his drink with a hint of a grimace.

Friday sighed lightly behind his ear.

“I’m going to get a cup of tea,” she said. “Would you like anything?”

Val took his move, and Mr. Brus immediately took one of Val’s rooks.

“No, thank you,” Val said.

Friday felt a spike of annoyance, but kept her face placid. She leaned in to kiss him, but stopped short over his ear.

“Don’t stay up too late,” she whispered. The eyes that had been curiously boring into her back suddenly found something else to look at. Their first night, and Friday had been forced to invoke marital problems. But if Val would just come away and let her talk to him…

As she’d turned away from the chess game, the first mate’s eyes had caught hers for a moment.

“Mrs. Lecter, do you know your way to the dining room?” The first mate, Ms. Écuyer said, standing. She had removed the jacket of her uniform, and her tie was draped over her neck un-tied. “Let me walk with you. My cabin is in that direction anyway.”

Friday smiled at the truly brazen offer made right in front of her husband. She wanted to turn the first mate down, but she was already standing to go, and if Ms. Écuyer’s cabin was really in the same direction as the dining room, she would see if Friday passed by without stopping for her stupid cup of tea. Friday was really regretting coming looking for Val. Now she would have to put effort into a flirtation that would ultimately end in rejection–not that the first mate was bad to look at, but Friday wasn’t in the mood.

“I would hate to drag you away, Ms. Écuyer,” Friday said, drawing her robe closed a little more closely. “Enjoy the company for a while longer, I’ll be quite alright.”

Ms. Écuyer’s gaze wandered over to the chess game behind Friday. After a tense moment, she sat back down with a smile.

“Of course, Mrs. Lecter.”

Friday had returned to her cabin truly bewildered. She couldn’t begin to guess why Val would hole himself up in a room full of strangers so late into the night. Granted, he wasn’t doing well with how things had ended with the circus, but she couldn’t understand why he would want to put himself out of his element.

Unless, of course, it was Friday he was avoiding. She’d next seen Val over breakfast, and it was clear that he’d snuck back into their cabin early to change and tidy up. He’d gotten himself a stack of pancakes and upended a small pitcher of syrup over them. Then he’d wandered into a game of shuffleboard, before finally depositing himself back in the lounge for the afternoon. Not once could she catch him alone.

Friday sighed and released her grip on the ship’s railing. She had better return to the lounge, maybe see if she could tempt Val away to the dining room with her. It was already after seven; he had to eat dinner sometime.

“Mrs. Lecter.”

Friday turned her head. The first mate stood with her hands formally held behind her back–a big difference from her casual attitude when she’d looped an arm around Friday’s shoulders at tea that afternoon. Every part of her from her hairstyle to her smile were subdued and professional.

“Friday’s fine,” she said, smiling invitingly. “What can I do for you, Ms. Écuyer?”

The first mate’s smile faded.

“Tomorrow morning, we drop anchor in Newfoundland,” she said. “It’s our last stop to resupply.”

Friday wasn’t familiar with the islands between Maine and Canada, so she nodded politely. She didn’t want to let her lack of education show.

“And then how long before we reach the mainland?” she asked.

Ms. Écuyer stepped up beside her and draped her arms over the railing. She was close enough that Friday’s dress billowed against the slacks of her uniform.

“Passengers aren’t to disembark in Newfoundland, but I could let you off the ship,” Ms. Écuyer said. “You and your husband. The stop will be brief, owing to the tides. By six in the morning, we’ll be back at sea, so you’ll have to meet me outside my cabin no later than five.”

Friday felt a sudden coldness creeping up her spine.

“Why would my husband and I want to disembark before we reach the mainland?” she asked. She watched Ms. Écuyer closely, but the first mate betrayed nothing in her face. Had Val said something last night that had revealed them as frauds? If that was the case, maybe the first mate was trying to get them safely off the ship before they suffered the consequences. Or was this a trap? If Friday took Ms. Écuyer up on the offer of early departure, wouldn’t that tip off the rest of the ship that something wasn’t right with the Lecters?

“It’s the last stop,” Ms. Écuyer repeated. “That’s all I’m saying, Mrs. Lecter. Friday.”

She excused herself, returning not to the lounge, but through another door to a different part of the ship.

Friday let out a hiss of breath, too quiet even for her to hear over the slosh of the ocean against the side of the ship. If there had been any question as to how she would be spending the rest of her evening, she had her answer.

20.1 || 20.3

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