#to signal distress

[lewiscarrolatemybrain]

The fact that werewolves are the absolute perfect allegory for feminine rage and being queer and trans and disabled but every goddamn werewolf movie is somehow the blandest cis straight white dude grimdark angst mcmanpain bullshit ever should be classified as some kind of hate crime

#writing #writeblr #werewolves #ginger snaps was good if you don't mind B Movies #but like. That's it #teenwolf was okay for the first couple seasons #but it wasn't revolutionary or anything #I literally can't think of a single other piece of werewolf media #that I actually enjoyed or resonated with #this post is actually a distress signal I think please rec me your best werewolf stuff

[aquamonstra]

Geordi and Data are perfect for each other if for no other reason than they're both THE BIGGEST SECURITY RISKS STARFLEET HAS EVER EMPLOYED.

Like between Geordi's VISOR getting hacked for MULTIPLE assassination attempts and Data hijacking the ENTIRE SHIP on numerous occasions, they're a disaster match made in software security heaven.

#truly how the fuck in generations was Geordi at no point like #hey they took away my visor and fucked with it for a while when i was kidnapped #might want to check it before I go back on duty #seeing as the same thing happened and i TRIED TO KILL THE CAPTAIN BEFORE #also wouldn't his visor still be transmitting video signal AFTER THAT MOVIE #hi it's me I'm the continuing police #what is the opposite of a damsel in distress bc it's these two #and i love them #star trek tng #geordi la forge #data and geordi #commander data #star trek data

[haveihitanerve]

The bat family handing out little distress signal tokens to any civilians they save, just in case they run into stuff even they cant handle (because we all know Gothamites are just like that and theres very little they cant handle) and it goes so well. The Bats have always been beloved by their Gothamites, but with these new little alert signals, their popularity skyrockets. Batmans promise to protect and defend those who cannot protect themselves is finally believed after years of slaving away on Bruce’s part to convince them, and the amount of little trinkets that the people of Gotham leave out as thanks to their protectors triples. It especially helps that the Bats start wearing little key chains on their belts, with all their favorite gifts attached to them. Then one night, all of the sensors go off at once. Bruce is frantic, calling Dick in from Bludhaven,(the oldest Bat also helps out in Gotham when he can, but he was in Bludhaven for the week) and recruiting Jason and even asking some of the League to be on standby. But when they all arrive, every single Batfamily member, there are no innocent civilians in sight. Instead, there are notes. Letters and thank you notes, old/lost/discarded batarangs with fresh coats, or sharpened edges, or bedazzled and designed, heaps of food, small storable snacks, and most of all, a spray painted bat-symbol in every location where the sensors went off. Gothamites might not be able to protect the world, but they would certainly show their support and love and appreciation to those who defended theirs.

#batfamily #batfam appreciation #Gothamites #we all know that the people of gotham love their bats #but i thought to show a little bit of why and how they show it #i dunno #also i figured the little distress signals is totally something bruce would make #the batsignal is only operated by the police #and while bruce trusts gordon #he knows they dont always listen to the people #so he gives the people a direct line to him #gives them a voice #the way he wished he had had as a child #batfam #batman

[scalpho]

shoutout to gunnie for ending aso with twice the number of dads he started it with

#yes i'm counting skip and norman as two different dads. the joke is funnier that way #on the topic of this i am NOT normal about the skip-gunnie father-son relationship. i feel INSANE #this is an active cry for help distress signal etc #dimension 20 #gunthrie miggles rashbax #a starstruck odyssey #scal txt

[phoenix-fell]

While I’m still coping from last episode, I’d like to take a moment to thank CRWBY for this beautiful and accurate visualisation of ‘gay panic’. 10/10 execution. Yang, you beautiful sapphic disaster, you.

#we've all been there girl #literally my face when I realise I am picking up vibes #sapphic distress signal #bumbleby #yang xiao long #thank you crwby #rwby

[minophus]

theres gotta be a machine out there witha uterus. i know there is

#awordsmachine has become prime target due to BLOOD running down her LEG #Earthmover has sent a distress signal to the other esthmover because it just sttarted bleeding and its not happy about it

[sirmanmister]

You guys know how the BoS radio signal in Cambridge starts with “to any unit in transmission range” right?

I just realized that they weren’t just yelling into the void hoping for the best, they were trying to contact PALADIN BRANDIS AND RECON SQUAD ARTEMIS in a last ditch effort :(

#Danse knew Artemis was assumed MIA/KIA but he still approved Haylen send out that distress call #and he also tried to recall Artemis himself after the Prydwen shows up and he gets his radio moment #FUCK dude #that’s just. man. #the narrative of going someplace where your friend was presumably killed and ending up overwhelmed and nearly killed your self #and you try to call out for that friend to help you #I like to think Danse and Brandis were friends #they knew each other at least but like #adding the context of that transmission signal to when they reunite during the lost patrol makes it so much more heart breaking if you think #of them as buddies #fallout 4 #fallout #paladin danse #Paladin Brandis #scribe haylen #Knight Rhys #the brotherhood of steel #bos #serenade posts #recon squad Artemis #recon squad gladius

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 25 - Distress Signal

What's Out in Tidmouth Bay:

“And every year, on the date of the sinking, the ship rides the seas again, searching for the crew that abandoned her to her watery grave…” Salty finished, grinning at the assembled engines. “Rubbish!” snorted Douglas. “Thir's na sic thing as ghost ships rising up oot o' th' ocean. Whit a doolally idea. Whitevur neist? A submarine letting oot distress signals, even though thir's na yin thare?” Both he and his twin Donald sniggered. Edward scowled.

“You shouldn’t joke about lost submarines,” he said grimly. “After all, there’s a tale of a submarine that was lost off Tidmouth bay that will make you funnel quiver.” “Ooo! Tell it! Please!” exclaimed the other engines. Edward shot a dark look at them.

“This is not a pleasant story, and it’s certainly not one to make light of…” With one last sigh, the old engine began his story.

“Back during the First World War, both Britain and Germany began to deploy early submarines to disrupt shipping and try to starve their opponent out of the war. But back then, the submarines were still new technology – they rattled, and sprang leaks, and they were loud most of the time too. But when they glided underwater, not even the keenest of eyes could spot them.

“In 1916, several British submarines began docking at Tidmouth. These submarines were manned by local Sudrians who’d signed up for the navy, and they were very proud of their machines. ‘Best in the Navy!’ they would boast. ‘Never to be beaten!’ we would often reply, caught up in a great patriotic spirit for our country and our boys doing their part to defend it.

“One of the duties of these submarine crews was to tow large underwater mines into choke points in the harbour waterways. These giant, spiked balls of explosives were placed randomly, so that enemy ships would be unable to get too close to the harbour to attack. The submarines were good at this job, and the island’s people always felt safer knowing they were protecting us.

“It all changed one foggy night. A German U-Boat had been spotted off the coast of Liverpool and was sailing north towards us at a tremendous rate. At the time, Tidmouth was a major manufacturer of shells and explosives for the front line, and even one hit to the factory would do irreversible damage. The submarines in Tidmouth bay were sent out to find the German U-Boat, despite the thick fog that made navigation almost impossible – and they found it. Unfortunately, they also found the minefields.

“The radios were filled with crackly cries for help from Sudrian sailors, all lost in the fog and trying to avoid the mines they’d set while also hunting for a German U-Boat. We all waited with bated breath on the shoreline, all listening to the radio and praying for the boys…”

Edward paused, then tears filled his old eyes.

“And then, there was a flash of light – it was so bright, it pierced through the fog and lit up the entire bay – and screams. They came through the radio for only a couple seconds, but they were the longest seconds of my life. They were horrible – wretched, broken, filled with agony and suffering – and then they were gone. One of the Sudrian submarines had found the German U-Boat and fired on it… but they had missed… and hit an underwater mine. Both ships were destroyed, sinking down to their final resting places on the sea floor.”

The engines were horrified. Even Donald and Douglas were silent, eyes wide. Every engine who had lived through the First World War had known someone who had lost their lives – but to actually see it with their own eyes… it was horrific.

“But that wasn’t the end,” Edward continued, startling everyone. “One year later, the remaining submarines were sat in the harbour when their radios crackled with an unknown message. But it wasn’t just the submarines’ radios – no, it was every radio in Tidmouth. Every single one picked up this unknown, crackling message. It was a distress signal! – a shouted one, in two different languages. One was foreign – German; garbled, broken by the static of the radios. The other however… it was the lost sailors from the sunken submarine. They were shouting at each other and at us – and then there was a massive explosion that ripped through the radio-waves. There was a flash of light – and then those screams. They tortured us, far longer than the screams we’d heard on that fateful night. They were in German too now, as if both ships were wailing for their losses. And then… nothing.

“This happened again the next year, and then the year after that – and after that, the people of Tidmouth learnt. Every year, on the date of the accident, every radio in Tidmouth is switched off. It’s a moment of silence, for the men who lost their lives.”

No one knew what to say, and so they all went quietly to sleep.

The next evening, Edward was away on his branchline, and a new driver decided to leave the radio on for the engines in the sheds. This was not uncommon – the engines enjoyed the background noise; it was relaxing after a long days’ work.

It was only Donald and Douglas – Bear had the midnight goods, Gordon had the express, Salty was delivering some trucks to Elsbridge, Duck was collecting a late load of ballast, James and Henry were sleeping at the other end of the line, and Oliver was pulling the last passenger train of the evening. “Edward's story - ye dinnae hawp it, dae ye?” asked Donald. “Na! nae at a' - tis a guid story fur a friten, bit thir's na sic thing as ghosts,” snorted Douglas. “Especially nae ghosts sending oot distress signals.” “Aye, whit nonsense…”

The song on the radio ended – but another didn’t start. Instead, the radio crackled – as if suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of static. Voices could be vaguely heard from the radio, quiet – but growing louder. They were in English… and in German. They were screaming, pleading, arguing, begging for help. It was a distress signal. The voices grew louder, more garbled – and then, there was a sonic BOOM! that erupted from the radio, almost knocking the Caledonian twins off their rails.

It was followed by a horrific wailing and screaming. It ripped through Donald and Douglas, their boilers going cold at the sound. It was the sound of dying men. It stretched on for what felt like an eternity, eventually tapering off into garbled groaning, and then nothing.

An unseen figure in a top hat clicked off the radio, and vanished out the back door, unheard by the twins. They were barely holding in their tears, eyes wide and wheels quivering.

Oliver puffed in, looking very confused. “Are you two alright?” he asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost—” “Dinnae... say that…” Donald croaked.

Oliver stayed respectfully silent.

Back to Master Post

#fanfiction writer #railway series #weirdowithaquill #thomas the tank engine #traintober 2023 #traintober #ttte edward #ttte douglas #ttte donald #wwi fiction #naval #submarine #tw ghosts #railways #prompt: distress signal

[sudriantraveler]

A Floating Wreck - Traintober Day 25: Distress Signal

As he approached the old sailing ship through the fog, Zorran looked on in shock at the state it was in.

Its sails were ragged and torn, its rigging was scrappy, and its hull was decrepit and worn.

How this vessel was still afloat, was beyond him.

#this is tugs #bigg city port #tugs zorran #pencil art #traintober #traintober 2023 #Prompt - Distress Signal #I meant to have a full fic for today #But it's not finished yet #So here's some art in relation to it

[megalophobic-astronomer]

research corps pikmin characters or whatever. tired

#my art #pikmin #my characters #theyre like a research team that crashed into pnf 404 after attempting to reach the source of olimars distress signals #theyre stupid but they just research shit for the fun of it #childhood friends who wanted to go to space #and then got smacked by needing a job so they made the research corps up basically #they have an employer. Ill draw him likeeee later

[operationslipperypuppet]

Top 5 Murph sounds (might be a hard one off the top of your head but there’s an ACOC question where everybody shares their favorite Murph sound and I love it so much)

that part of that adventuring party is so funny because you can see brief terror on everyone's face when Emily says she'll go first.

The. Paw Paw. Reers. Beautiful and perfect.

Foster's lil quacks.

The serpent eating rocks.

He has a really good "woosh" for something appearing or disappearing.

his little rat/goblin voice is so fun, too.

ask me my top 5 anything

#this was hard #also i am tired and forgot which serpent was which and i ended up listening to the distress signal again so everyone knows which one i mean #asks #anon #top 5

[leavemethescars]

I don’t wanna be lost like this anymore

#tigers jaw #distress signal #tigers jaw distress signal #a brick wall view that reminds me of nothing but you #I will give someone all of the money in my bank account to come smother me in my sleep #SoundCloud

[cjoat-boost]

Loch’s Medication Update

From this post.

“A new video has been posted, if everyone could share it and such when they're free that would rock. Taking deep breaths. Thank you all for your support and love.”

@a-captions-blog

Here’s the list of posts in chronological order for folks to interact with, if possible!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

This is part 4!

Thank you for all you can. It is greatly appreciated.

#DMing #tw medication #tw medical #disabled #tiktok #Discord #update #distress #roll20 #signal boost #Wednesday #patreon #one shots #dnd campaign #pathfinder #dungeons and dragons #mutual aid #videos #Time sensitive #Financial instability #financial assistance

[delicatechildwitch]

Spores be upon yeeeee

Donatello stared as his latest customer left, happy with their new item. As expected, his friendship bracelets were popular. He pulls out his cell phone to text his success to Casey Junior. He switches to his conversation with Mikey, but before he could ask him to make more candies for his stall, a new customer walks up. Or ... Floats?

Not one to judge potential customers, Donatello turns to the hand, and tries to sound like the kid he appeared to be. "Enjoying the competition? I have souvenirs if you want them, snacks if you're hungry. It's all for affordable prices."

The hand flicks blue dust in his face, and Donatello rears back, falling off his chair.

He woke up, still in his cell. His ninpo shuddered, as something within his very soul took him apart.

"Stop fighting it." Krang One says, "Sooner or later, your soul will belong to us."

A chill runs down Don's spine. Already, he felt the bloodlust, the coldness in his soul. He wouldn't last much longer.

"Stubborn." The Krang whispers. "It won't last long."

And then he was gone.

And then he was many.

He was Krang.

He stood before his brothers, and held out a hand, forming a weapon around it. A gun, like what those useless humans and yokai liked to use. He aims it for Leonardo's head and squeezed the trigger.

"Donatello!" Michelangelo exclaimed. The name wasn't familiar. He wasn't Donatello. He was a Krang. He was-

"Donatello!" Michelangelo says again. The voice wasn't right. Too young. Too ...

"Uncle Tello!" The voice screams, and Donatello looks over to find Casey Junior next to him.

He was in a large room. People milled about, some looking at him from nearby. There was a bin of t-shirts next to him, knocked over.

"You're okay. You're safe." Casey says, putting his hand on Don's shoulder.

"You should kill me." Donatello whispers. "It's still there. I'm still a threat." Any moment the Krang would consume him. Use his soul as a template for weapons. Just like they did with Raph.

Casey pulls his hand away as if he was burnt. "Not again."

"Casey, I can't-"

"I can't!" Casey almost sobs out the words. "I-"

Don watches as Casey breaks down sobbing, covering his mouth.

After a second, Donatello pulls the kid into a hug. "Hey. I'm sorry. It's a big ask."

"I keep doing this. I keep almost killing people."

"No!" Donatello says, perhaps too forcefully. "Case, you're a healer. A healer in a bad situation, but you don't kill people."

Casey looks like he has more to say, but he keeps it in, wrapping his arms around himself as if to keep himself together.

Donatello wonders if he should pry. Or comfort. He wishes he could just fix the problem, but he was the problem here.

"You don't have to worry about the Krang anymore, Unc- Donatello."

He trails off. Casey offers him a flat smile. "You were hallucinating. I understand."

Don winces. Did he screw up? Was that why he wasn't calling him Uncle anymore? Still, he can feel his brain beginning to un-fog. He realized his soul didn't feel cold and his ninpo felt like his own. "I- Right. Uh, I am sorry. For ... For suggesting you ..."

Donatello shudders, trying to push away the residual brain fog. Trying to push away the memories.

"I suppose we should clean up." He says, brushing himself off and trying not to act unsettled.

#Casey got a distress signal. #I guess. #I don't know. #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt future donnie #turtle tot donnie #old soul au #tw fear #tw sui ideation #tw sucidal ideation #tw trauma #fratricide #tw mentioned major character death #Fear spores #tw hallucinations #old soul shop 2024 #tmnt au competition #supporter aus #au interaction #tmnt au interaction #old soul au noncanon

[marcoscandellas]

Jessica’s Instastory | Feb 1, 2024

#st louis blues #marco scandella #stl blues #hockey #[gifs] #send out distress signal for me 🥵 #jessica you lucky woman

[disorganisedautodidact]

Concept: Middle Earth ghost ship legends about those ships Turgon sent west to look for Valinor

#silmarillion #tolkien #maybe one of those crews refused the call to Mandos and is now doomed to wander the ocean #there's tons of stories about sailors who claim to have seen them #and barely have escaped the storm they brought on #or claim to have been lured into treacherous icy northern waters by having followed their distress signal only to find the ship ampty #or worse not empty