#Structured Disasters

[vaguely-concerned]

I am taking the fact that o'brien hung out with bashir in this lighting

for a whole episode, without it apparently stirring much in him other than maybe faint irritation, as proof that for all his other wonderful qualities our chief of operations really may be completely heterosexual

#token neurotypical straight on the neurodivergent queer disaster space station #it's okay miles I won't hold it against you you already suffer enough and I love you #also it's not your and keiko's fault you're tarred with the 90s 'even happy marriage is hell' trope i know you guys are trying #star trek ds9 #star trek #ds9 #this ep was a love letter to bashir's bone structure for no reason whatsoever and it was amazing

[why-the-heck-not]

no those aren’t weird sex noises coming from ur neighbour’s apartment; it’s ur local insomniac slap & folding bread dough in the wee hours of the morning

#also I was doing that for wayy too long bc I think I autolysed a bit too long so the gluten structure just isn’t gonna be the best no matter #how angry I am at the dough but also idk why I’m bothering bc I’m also 80% sure the sourdough starter is not ready for bread yet #so like I’m going to have the densest loaf tmrw morning/this evening #this is a trial run abt if I remember how to make bread and if I'll actually have something edible it's a bonus #also it truly is meditative so I lost track of time bc ugh the texture of dough is just very nice #good thing abt naming it (the starter) Elvis that I now have my ’’bread making music’’ set and it’s honestly vibes #also yeah in a phase where I sleep abt every other night (unless I like rly rly try but even then it’s like max 4h and I dont get it and I #hate the process of desperately trying to get sleep more than like wasting time making inedible bread) #a human disaster but at least I will have bread #a very dense bread probably but bread nonetheless #march 2024 #2024

[fanficmaniatic]

Guess who caved in and and drew the regular teenager ninja humans!

This concept was EATING ME alive and literally did not let me sleep, so take this, is 4 am for me and I should be sleeping.

Won’t bother posting this in my art account cuz I am not sure this is going to be their final versions in my head. I might change Leo’s clothes, I am not sure. Trying to make them all look mixed was harder than expected, but in case u r wondering, I did my best so they all look/are blasian. Have a nice day.

#fanficmaniatic drawings #rottmnt humans #tottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise mikey #rise leo #rise donnie #rise raph #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #haven’t posted Art in this account for a while but eh… is a sketch so it can stay here #if you saw my last post yes…. the lo s won for leo #just because I want the disaster twins to both have locs #it might be hard to notice but I tried to give leo and Donnie the same face structure #maybe if I clean the sketch some day it will be more noticeable #but leo and Donnie are suppose to have the same face with the exception of their lips and skin tones #also #can u tell Mikey is my fav…. I feel like I gave him so many details and I bulshitted my way through the others for real…. #it was not intentional tho

[alexihawleys]

chenford + 'how the hell are we getting ourselves out of this one?'

Tim swallows and glances over at her, his lips twitching into a scowl for a moment before he neutralizes his expression. He can’t frown at her when she’s bleeding like that.

He sighs, crouching down next to her and adjusting her hands, pressing them down over the wound so she’s got actual pressure on it. He doesn’t allow himself to notice just how hard his hands are shaking. Doesn’t allow himself to notice how hard hers are, either. “Look at me,” she whispers, her tone harsh. “Right now, Tim.”

He listens, looks down at her face and feels his throat go tight. "Hi, baby."

Lucy furrows her brow at him and he can tell she's trying to fight a smile. "Hi," she returns, her voice clearly a little shakier than she wants him to hear. "Talk to me. What's the plan?"

Tim slides one of his hands over hers lightly, ghosting his palm over her knuckles. They're sticky with blood and he feels a thick, wet swath of it graze along his skin. He presses his lips together. She's bleeding more than he'd like, but not so much that he thinks it's catastrophic.

Still, the ambulance is at least 10 minutes out and they aren't cleared to move, yet. As if on cue, a loud crumbling emanates through the narrow stretch of the hallway they're trapped in and a piece of drywall lands next to Tim's boot, scuffing the side. He pushes it out of the way, away from Lucy.

This was supposed to be a quick stop-off to question a suspect before they grabbed lunch together. He was supposed to be picking french fries off her plate and casually telling her about all the things he had planned for them to do over the weekend in her incredibly empty apartment. Instead, the suspect had fled after pulling a knife on Lucy and his shitty fourth-floor walkup had started to collapse in on them.

The building, which Tim's pretty sure should be condemned, is going to come down any minute now and they need to be out of it by the time it falls. How that's going to happen, Tim has no idea.

"Baby," her voice is light, pulling him from his thoughts. "What's the plan?"

He knows she's asking for him, not for her. Lucy has a plan already, and he's sure it's a decent one. It's not what he's going to go with, because he's also sure it involves him leaving her, but it's probably decent. "The plan," he says softly, trying to keep the rest of his body still as he reaches down and brushes her hair out of her eyes, "is for you to keep up the pressure, and for me to get us out of here." Lucy frowns and he frowns back at her, albeit teasingly. "What?"

"Real plan," she urges, then sucks in a sharp breath, pressing her hands down into her skin further. The wound is just beneath her ribcage which makes the bleeding that much heavier. "Give me the real plan, please. Ambulance is how far out?"

He glances down at his watch. "Nine minutes," he casts his eyes towards the bleeding, then back up at her face. "You think you have nine minutes in you?"

"I'm not the one who can't last," she teases, and his chest tightens. "I have more than nine minutes in me, I promise."

Tim nods, looking back over his shoulder out the half broken window, straining to see if he can catch a glimpse of flashing lights or rescue vehicles. "I could do a lot with nine minutes," he murmurs, grinning when he hears her laugh. "What?"

"You planning on proving that to me later?"

"I've proven it plenty," he huffs, another crackling sending waves through the air and leaving the ground unsteady beneath this feet. He shuts his eyes and feels Lucy's leg tap against his ankle.

"Breathe," she whispers, and as much as he wants to tell her he'll breathe when they're on solid ground, he listens. "There you go."

"When did you become the voice of reason," he sighs, dipping down next to her slowly, so he won't fuck up the equilibriums of the building that he swears to god is swaying beneath them. He wonders if part of it is just his body reacting to hers, his head swimming because she's unsteady, because there's no way they're this unstable.

Lucy hums quietly. "Well, I was born in June of 19-," Tim cuts her off with a laugh and he watches as her face twists up into a smile, a real one. "We're going to be fine. I'm going to be laid up on your couch by this time tomorrow."

"My couch, huh?"

"Don't tell," she looks around conspiratorially, trying not to smile. "Your couch is more comfortable than mine."

He stares down at her, his face hard. "How much blood have you lost," he asks, serious, before cracking a smirk. He peeks out the window, then settles down next to her as carefully as possible, sliding one of his hands over hers and pressing down a bit further on her wound. "Can I tell you something?"

She hooks one of her bloody fingers around his thumb, squeezing it gently. "Anything you want."

He leans down slowly, as careful as he can, brushing his lips against her hairline. "You're the most important person I've got," he murmurs, his free hand slipping into her hair. "Even with your bad taste in furniture."

Lucy exhales a slow breath that hitches into a laugh by the end, another piece of drywall lands too close to her head for his liking. Tim smiles, kissing her gently and letting himself linger before he sits back up, admiring the smile on her lips, her eyes still closed. "You've at least cracked the top five, at this point," she hums up at him as he hears sirens hurdling toward them in the distance.

#earnmysong #ask #*fic #*5sentence #chenford #chenford fanfiction #c: tim bradford #c: lucy chen #tv: the rookie #ship: tim x lucy #the hero lives in this one don't u worry #truly idk what this is but enjoy some natural disaster structural damage emotional trash i suppose?

[jelfish-aether]

NEW DISGRUNTLED OLD MAN ALERT

#flight rising #saw him. scried him with capsule. fell in love. #immediately got so many lore ideas #i’m thinking he came from a mostly guardian-based clan and came along to the outpost #and is so concerned for the political structure that he kind of just settles down there by accident #and the entire clan becomes his charge because he’s just. so worried. so worried for everyone in it #pyxis (leader) still holds the title of clan leader but everyone gets wither for help instead #she’s relieved (she’s a grieving disaster lesbian. i feel so bad for her) #wither is a grandpa that understands nothing tahts going on and just wants everyone to be safe and happy #and polaris (tries to usurp pyxis) is the bane of his existence #in a ‘what is with this sassy lost child’ way

[arionawrites]

#the ones i still come back to are natural disasters and weather #i have legitimately considered trying to get a meteorology degree just to learn more about it lmao #also how wind works bc every time i look it up i forget the answer like two months later so eventually i learn about it again #and storytelling structures but thats less hyperfixation now and more looking for ideas for other ways to create stories when stuck on a wip

[widowshill]

not for nothing that roger and jeff are wearing completely identical suits for vicki's wedding down to the same pearl stick pin and it's roger that is distinguished with the accessory and the visual emphasis. that roger wears the pocket square and jeff goes plain without one, without a boutonnière (as feels the most probable and appropriate; they both wear boutonnières in roger's prophetic dream of the wedding). that not only is he wearing the handkerchief, but it's folded in such a way as so take as much space as possible – straying from accepted formality of a neat TV fold, occupying more room on the screen, drawing more attention, pointing among other things to his heart in bright white.

#i wrote about this in the tags of that gifset but i thought i should accompany commentary with images. #i've... for sure mentioned this scene before but i've read enough tonight that i feel more confident speaking on it more #than only – omg roger is wearing the same clothes. they could switch places. i wish they would switch places. #625. #it's a category of ds analysis where i do hesitate before ascribing importance but it's not going to stop me entirely. #a) davis could have just not put on the pin he was supposed to and that's the end of that story. not unlikely. but b) #the details *matter* in menswear – dark shadows costumes (in the present day) rely heavily on contemporary codes of fashion‚ class‚ leisure #many Many of the male characters mostly or only wear suits – the subtle differences in those suits (between characters; between days #and arcs) are responsible for communicating a great deal to us about who these people are – their place in the structure of things #and what they want right now. #and in costume design – when two characters are wearing an identical costume (a uniform; a wedding suit) the distinguishing features #take on the role of communicating details of character. #in american weddings the groom is dressed much more like his groomsmen than the bride and the bridal party – this is something #the costume team is going to be aware of and be purposeful about. even if they weren't purposeful: assume a 60's viewer who knows the rules #of suits‚ of weddings‚ of pocket squares (who knows much more than i do) #roger and jeff are dressed so much alike for vicki's wedding as to be nigh indistinguishable – it could have‚ #had things played out differently‚ been roger in jeff's place. #both the script and the players elide the two in vicki's perspective (''why hasn't roger come back?'' ''you mean jeff don't you?'') #this being a wedding that he tried to stop – one in which he sensed disaster – one in which you already have the notion that maybe he does #wish it was *him* instead‚ though he won't say that. but his first and foremost priority in 625 and 626 is her happiness. #he takes the responsibility (and the shame) from vicki's shoulders of telling the guests that jeff left and there's no wedding. #he chases jeff down to the cemetary‚ to try to stop him from digging up a grave‚ and *implores* him to focus on offering vicki a life. #he has a large role in these eps perhaps especially because he's the one that had the premonition against the wedding; but also because #vicki is one of the few people he cares about – and he says as much. all this to say. roger is grabbing attention with his extravagant #pocket square – he's pulling focus visually; narratively; from the groom (in terms of vicki/the wedding – jeff has more to do with eve/ #the graveyard/peter) vicki is spending as much time thinking about roger as she does jeff. and the moment where roger comes up to her room #to see her is .... well. there's more shared in the way they look at each other than all v/j's professions of love between them. #(and it's a distant echo of her first night in the house: roger at her bedroom door) #in the ds in my head (my beloved ds in my head) this is where the paths ought to have diverged. that vicki – no matter how much she loves #the past‚ how dearly she remembers the 18th century and peter and their ill-fated jail cell‚ has to choose now. not the grave‚ life.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Me, explaining things in a way that's completely incoherent: I don't understand what you find so difficult to comprehend???

#i think the problem is that something in my brain structures information in a way thats hard for other people to understand #it may be a dyslexia thing. but it is the most frustrating thing to be misunderstood without any #idea of howbwhat ur saying doesnt make sense. like. look. fucking. its right there. laid out in a way that looks like an absolute disaster #bc u would think with as many control issues id b extremely organized but no. i kno where everything is #but its in a pile. aye. this project is such a clusterfuck #this is how my brain collapses. what sort of shape will i b in by the time we finish? (ie my birthday lol) #let's not think abt it. it wont b good. #everyday i get texts and emails and i have to put my head down and take a deep breath so by brain doesnt explode. the amount of psychic #pain i am burdened with when i open my manuscript doc is shocking. #is this my villian origin story? ive lost the ability to not look like im in pain while im in meetings. if u pay close attention u can see #the misery behind my eyes. my boss is gonna turn up the 23rd and b like: ready to go get icecream to celebrate #ur paper and phd accptance? and im gonna b like: i would rather eat glass #if u try to rope me into a surprise party i might walk out. excpet i wont bc im not that much of a brat #theres nothing to celebrate. just let me lay down on the floor for a while #unrelated

[mrsackermannx]

bye my husbands rn😭😭😭 out of all of my faves the only one i get perfect with is gojo😭😭 it’s bc we’re both annoying😭😭! i get good only with geto, shoko and armin 😭😭😭😭

#lourdes selfships! #me and gojo both have a playful and unserious way that i feel like would be a disaster for those around us #like we would annoy everyone #but i would like a fun partner like him hehe <3 #but levi babe we defy the odds <3 #me and you forever #satoru is just polluting my brain rn #*giggles nervously* #promise #levi would accept my serious and like control freak structured ways #gojo wouldn’t like bother me about it but he’d challenge me and encourage me to lighten up more for sure #gojo and levi are the true two opposites of my personality

[hillbilly---man]

I think this show I'm watching was actually literally made for an engineering class

#I'm not mad about it .... this guy is being very thorough as he describes the structural failures that caused disasters

[handgiven]

❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ( from Caleb )

first meeting starter sentences / @freak1ish

Sure enough, the angel did not look like one of the usual patrons. What with his loose floral blouse and a thrifted professor jacket thrown over the chair beside him. The look was not especially aided by the book of John Keats poetry he seemed absolutely determined to read, no matter the noise of the bar, and no matter the way the letters jumbled themselves on the page. (He'd preferred it when John read him the poems out loud to this. But a little over 200 years later he was left with no other choice but to stumble over the written word himself.) He was frowning with focus, and that frown only dissipated momentarily when he heard someone speak.

Emmanuel raised his eyes, a smile shining through their tiredness but soon as he recognise the other – or rather, recognise the fact that he did not recognise him – a bright familiar smile turned to that of perfect politeness, hiding his disappointment, because surely this was the universe's way of telling him Kesabel was not coming. For a moment, he'd gotten melancholy. Kesabel was the only reason he'd dared enter such an establishment; it was so hard to get hold of him these days that when he'd suggested a bar to meet Emmanuel would not protest for a second. But, he supposed, something came up.

He got so distracted that he'd only realised he kept the other waiting a few seconds later. "Um, sorry, yes. I mean no. It is free." Another smile was given, this time the angel made an effort to make it friendly. The other did not deserve a part in his sadness. He, of course, same as any other regular patron, must have come to have fun.

#freak1ish #// he is dyslexic and a fashion disaster #// on that note i'd like you to know that i really like your about pages for both lupin and caleb because #// they are very thorough and informative but still well-structured and !!! i'm kinda struggling with that myself so! #// it was just impressive to me :')

[niishi]

I desperately need to get my place finished so I can properly display him 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I'm getting my cosmiq Zoro Collab & bunny boy fig soon too and I just!!!! want a nice spot for him!!!!

#its all blurred bc my place is a disaster from renovations #hopefully those will be done soon and we can start building an extended structure #abyways #how many zoros can u spottttt #i have many more zoros (not figs) but theyre in different spots rn #zoro roronoa #one piece

[gravitasmalfunction]

Extremely cursed crossover that came to me last night as I drifted off to a sleep that was soon to be broken by neighbours playing electric guitar on their balcony at concert volume: Well There's Your Problem podcast episode xxxx: Greystown Cow Dome

#wtyp #real life engineering disaster podcast meets the locked tomb series #it would have to be a patreon episode due to the lack of official published reports before the world ended #and it being disqualified from being a disaster because a) the structure is very sturdy and fit for purpose apparently and b) only cops die #i have been mainlining WTYP from the beginning for over a week and I've reached episode 53 #nona the ninth spoilers #tlt

[rassilon-imprimatur]

I really wish I could say I loved Beau Is Afraid, and I definitely liked it on principle of its confidence, creativity, and intentionality, but fucking hell does it meander like a plodding motherfucker.

#I’m eating my words and God help me but yes. The movie is too long. #I’ve finally found my pick for The Movie Is Too Long. I’m ashamed. #great dark absurdism and surprisingly one of the better examples of magic realism in recent years but so little of the whole congeals #the parts don’t tether together as well as I think they need to #none of Hereditary’s right structure and none of Midsommar’s leisure dread so I just sort’ve cruised the whole time? #Patti LuPone acts circles around literally everyone else #also the entire first fourth in the city was SO Miller and Robocop #but there’s a whole discussion to be had on building a world where every anxiety and fear of homeless people is real and literal #anyway. #Aster’s disaster. #I’m sorry Ari but the penis monster did not fucking work lmfao

[swagging-back-to]

fossils and archeology are irl lore but no one cares

#saw this docuseries recently about the younger dryas #which was a worldwide series of natural disasters likely caused by a series of space debri hitting the glaciers of the iceage #and how theres massive archeological sites dating back as far as the younger dryas -- thousands of years before the official #first known time humans started making structures #and it makes a lot of sense really. #hunter gatherers would migrate with their food source (animals or seasonal plants) but some of them would stay in specific territories #and also #they need somewhere to return? they need a specific meetup point that says 'okay we're going to come back here because this is our area' #i think its a netflix doc #ancient apocalyse or something #the host is kind of a douchebag but he raises a lot of reallllly interesting points #really blew my idea of human history out of the water

[transhitman]

Thinking a lot about alternative modes of law enforcement in my fantasy setting and worrying the copaganda is working on me lmfao

#mostly like. trying to think about how different law enforcement would be if it developed under different circumstances #and with different world mechanics #throwing around the idea of people who are specifically trained in restraint and first aid magic #and like. in lieu of a police force what would homocide investigation look like #because imo anarchy is the ideal structure of society but I truly do not believe it could work on the scale of entire countries/city-states #just because of how massive the power vacuum would be. like there needs to be some form of regulation and some way to enforce it #but obviously acab #so I think in this setting the ideal situation would be getting a bunch of wizards and training them exclusively in support magic #rather than police there is a group of first-responders whose job it is to deescalate violence #but their primary function is disaster relief. since 70% of people in this world use magic anyway most crime that isn't solved #with interpersonal fireballs is huge-scale anyway lmfao #there are unfortunately still cops in this world though. capitalism isn't dead yet. but communism has made a valiant return.