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crvptidgf · 2 years

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Two Is Stronger Than One

(slight) Spike x Reader

The Irregulars x Reader (platonic)

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Summary: Reader is an Ipsissimus (unknowingly) and has terrible nightmares that makes them sleepwalk. They meet Spike and the other Irregulars, and they all help the Reader figure out what is wrong with them.

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You had been suffering from horrible, gruesome nightmares for the past few weeks. Each one seemingly getting worse and more terrifying than the last. Every night they began feeling more and more real.

Occasionally you'd wake up in strange places with no memory of how you got there. You wouldn't go far, besides sometimes waking up outside your front door. That is, until last night.

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The tunnels felt never-ending as your bare feet carried you through the narrow passageways. Cold, wet mud stuck to the soles of your feet, soothing the pain, if only slightly.

Water dripped down from the ceiling, the noise of the little droplets being the only sound audible for miles.

Leaning against the wall, you shivered at it's touch. You bent over, hands on your knees, panting heavily. You had no idea how long you had been running for - but wherever you went, you always seemed to end up back in the same place.

An entryway with walls covered in skulls and bones.

A putrid smell wafted throughout the area, and you'd be inclined to cover your nose and mouth if you weren't desperately gasping for air.

Looking up, you noticed a black figure make it's way towards you. Your legs were too weak to carry on, shaking beneath you and eventually giving away as you fell to the ground.

Wincing, you kept your eyes on the figure.

It seemed to study you for a moment, tilting it's head to the side. Maybe it was calculating the best approach, thinking of what to do with you - where to bring you. You had no idea, and honestly you didn't care.

You were just too tired.

Your fear kept you in place. Not being able to look away or move, the figure seized this opportunity to make it's way towards you and grab you.

Heart hammering against your ribcage, you tried to call for help. Your voice was frail from it's lack of use, quivering and cracking in the dead-silent room.

The echoes of your screams seemed to fill your mind. The sound of your own voice made you feel like you were going insane. It occupied every space in your brain, bouncing off every wall in the tunnel and reverberating back to you.

The figure, however, was not deterred by your weak attempts at screaming for help. It grabbed you by the collar and began dragging you across the floor.

With no idea where it was bringing you, you began flailing about. The screams got louder and more desperate, your muscles began getting sore from your failed attempts of escaping and your skin was beginning to be rubbed raw from the friction of your nightwear against your neck.

This was the end. You were almost 100% positive you weren't getting out of this. Not alive anyway.

"Please... please get me out of here," you pleaded. You didn't know who or what you were praying to, but in that moment it was the only thing you could do.

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"Please, stop!" your own screams woke you up, yet you were still disoriented and confused. You had no idea where you were, and your eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness of your surroundings.

You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, and with the dark figure still in your mind you began kicking and shoving. Whoever it was seemed to have a strong grip because no matter how much you tried pushing them off, their hands were glued to you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The person grabbed your wrists to keep you in place. Your breathing was erratic but you felt no threat from this person so you stopped your movements, albeit hesitantly.

Trying to get your breathing under control, you took a better look at them. It was a boy, probably around your age, with dark hair and tattered clothes. He seemed just as frightened as you were.

He slowly let go of your hands, and put his hands up to show he wasn't a threat.

"You alright?" he asked.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded slowly.

"I'm Spike," he said, giving you his hands to help you stand up.

Grabbing onto them, you were pulled up gently. You dusted yourself off and looked around - the place seemed very unfamiliar.

The dark sky expanded over the area, stars twinkling in the vast nothingness. Small, grey clouds slowly dissipated into the background, traveling away from you.

There were only a few people on the streets, some sleeping on the ground and others drunkenly singing outside of a nearby bar. Dirt lined the wet, cobblestone path, sticking to your shoes annoyingly.

"I'm Y/N. I wish we had met on better terms," you laughed awkwardly.

Spike smiled and shook his head.

"Surprisingly you aren't the first person I've had to wake up in the middle of the street."

You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you were half thinking it was a joke, so you didn't question it.

"So... where am I?"

"We're near Baker Street. It's just up there," he pointed behind you.

You nodded your head slowly, still looking around at the new area.

You had no idea how you were going to get home, or what you would tell your parents if they noticed you were gone from the house.

They knew you were a sleepwalker, but again you had never ventured out of the house at night. Much less so far away. Besides, they didn't know you had nightmares. Not only did you not have the heart to tell them, but in all honestly they would probably think you're insane.

"I'm sorry if I worried you. I don't actually know how I got here. I seem to be sleepwalking a lot lately," you said.

"Well you're in luck - because I might actually know someone who can help."

A smile spread across his face as he started to walk backwards towards a building with a little cellar door to the side of it.

"Care to join me?" he asked, more of a rhetorical question than anything.

With nothing better to do- and nothing really to lose - you followed the boy.

If there was a chance he knew someone who could tell you what was going on with you, you were gonna take it.

"You been having nightmares for a long time, then?"

You looked at him strangely, not knowing how he knew ao much about your situation. Something about him made you have no doubt in your mind that he could help.

"Yes, actually. My parents don't know what to do with me," you laughed. Many people didn't take you seriously when you said you sleep-walked. In their mind it entailed pacing around your room, or as most, trekking around the house. However for you it held a much darker and dangerous connotation.

You were so, so far from home already...

"Well my sister - who lives just there," he said, pointing to a cellar on your right, "- has been experiencing the same things."

"Started about a month ago?"

"Exactly," he responds.

- - -

Carefully climbing down the damp cellar stairs, you prayer this wasn't a kidnapping, but as you continued down you saw two young girls around your age.

One had dark hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and the other had curly hair sprawled across her back. Their conversation halted as their eyes rested on you.

Jumping back, one of the held a hand out infront of her sister in a protective stance.

"Don't worry, she's with me," mentioned Spike.

"Y/N, this is Bea and Jessie. My family," he gestured to the two girls.

You nodded your head in greeting, offering a small, awkward smile. You felt like you were intruding.

"She's been having the same problems as Jessie. I thought we could help - and you know we could use the numbers on our side," whispered Spike.

The girl who you assumed to be Bea sighed and rolled her eyes, annoyance etching across her face.

"We're in enough trouble as it is. You think adding another Ipsissimus to the mix is what we need?"

"Ip - what?" you interrupted.

You glanced around the room, uncertain of what was really going on. Jessie offered you a comforting smile and made her way to you. Gently taking your hand in hers she tried to explain.

"Ipsissimus. It's what I am. Really, it's quite a long story. You should sit down and we can talk," she said.

- - -

After a long winded conversation, you finally began to understand what was happening. I mean - it was unbelievable.

Everything was said with such detail and emotion that you found it hard to not believe. Of course it had taken some convincing, but after a while you agreed to meet them again tomorrow. Jessie had promised to help you figure your powers out - and in all honesty you wouldn't be opposed to visiting Spike again.

"I hope you guys know what you're doing," sighs Bea as you close the door to the cellar behind you.

Spike shrugged her off and went off to bed, excited to see you once more the next day.

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murdermostace · 3 months

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#bea the irregulars #leo the irregulars #sherlock holmes #john watson #billy the irregulars #jessie the irregulars #spike the irregulars #the irregulars #textposts #mine

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found-family-tournament · 1 year

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 18 Group 87

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Doom Patrol: Crazy Jane, Robotman, Elasti-Girl, Cyborg, Negative Man, Chief

The Irregulars: Bea, Spike, Billy, Leopold, Jessie

Submissions are still open!

Doom Patrol:

literally every conflict is resolved by some personal growth, often through each other’s help, and many times there are minor plots about one of the team members learning to rely on another teammate they otherwise had friction with. academic writing DONE, these people literally go through the craziest plots, crazy evangelical sentient cockroaches, interdimensional and omnipotent alan tudyk, sex ghosts, and more often than not violence isn’t the solution to their problems (even if some of the protagonists wish it were oops).

The Irregulars:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

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eorzeassavior · 1 year

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headcanons for the irregulars show

i dont think this show has a fandom at all but i think its cute so

contains spoilers!!

-bea ends up going to billy when all is said and done. i know that she was in love with leo but i doubt she ever sees him again and you cant deny that they had chemistry

-if leo DID come back however, i think bea can love both billy and leo. fuck love triangles its a throuple now

-like billy, as mad as he was at leo at the start, did care for him. he checked in with him, made sure he was alright, even when he hated him. when they were riding back from mycroft's manor, billy was sitting up top. obvs they couldnt fit 5 kids inside, so i think billy offered to ride outside so leo wouldnt have to try and climb.

-watson gets them all out of the cellar and they all live in 221b from now on. he's got more than enough space and there's no way he doesnt feel something for those kids. whether its love for them like a father, debt to sherlock and alice, or just generally realizing he has every ability to help.

-watson moves on!! the kids help him. he finds someone else who isnt an opium addict.

-the girl jessie lets go in ep.4 comes back after all the powers are lost, and i think she joins the crew. she was just wanting revenge and yet someone on her side. jessie was that. i think jessie could convince the gang to let her in. they dont tell watson tho. he figures it out, and just accepts it.

-bea still runs the house. even if it's watson's house. she runs it.

i WILL say that billy was always better for bea. he knew her better, he was always at her side, and he literally risked dying for her multiple times. leo could never hold a steady relationship with her. he lusted after her before he loved her, lied nearly all of their relationship. it was never gonna work

#the irregulars #netflix #netflix original #i wish there was more :(#i great second season wouldve been bea also experiencing powers #since she was also alice's daughter

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grahamcore · 11 months

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can’t remember the last time i loved and adored and cherished a character the way i do remus i would lay down my life for him

#he is the perfect character he was made in a lab for me to freak out over i’m so irregular about him #i could write books about the way i obsess over him holy shit it’s bad #remus lupin #marauders #bea buzzing

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scorbleeo · 10 months

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TV Show Review: The Irregulars

Source: Google Images

A crew of misfits investigates a series of supernatural crimes in Victorian London for Dr. Watson and his shadowy associate, Sherlock Holmes.

Source: Netflix (2021)

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Cool Concept but Poor Execution

Before getting into The Irregulars, I really did not know it was a supernatural twist to the classic Sherlock Holmes. So, imagine my surprise when I watched episode 1 and suddenly the screen focused on the door labelled '221B Baker Street'. Of course, then I expected a very Sherlock Holmes-y TV show but nope, that expectation was far from it.

Yes, we still get Sherlock Holmes but due to certain events in his past, he has succumbed to the opium addiction. Which personally, I liked seeing because one, it showed a "kind of accurate" depiction of history during that time. And two, it showed a side of Sherlock we rarely see, one whose judgment is more wrong than right and not nearly as perfect as media likes to portray him. We also obviously got John Watson and I am a bit conflicted with his character in The Irregulars. I love John Watson no matter which adaptation I am watching but there was a time in The Irregulars where I felt so bored by him. I thought the writing for this show's John needed to be better, there was no John Watson essence in this version at all. Moreover, the plot twist(s) in his character arc was so predictable, nobody can convince no one saw what was coming.

Of course, because this is a retelling of Sherlock Holmes (older and with a supernatural twist), there are a lot of crime investigation by a group of children who finds themselves linked to Sherlock and John in some ways. I will be critically honest here, if there was no supernatural twist at all, I would have hated The Irregulars – the children investigating the cases were not fun to watch at all. Bea despite being the oldest is perhaps one of the most flawed person in the group, other than her age what or who made her the leader? Without Jessie, the group is pretty much useless in solving all their cases and worst of all, we barely got anything about her powers. Billy, though a hothead, is probably more clear minded and fitted to lead the group more than Bea. Maybe Billy is more brawn than brains but I still think he can lead the group; he can be objective when he needs to be. As for Leo, after Jessie, he's definitely the second most useful member of the group yet the amount of bullshit he goes through with his family and this group of children? What does he see in his friends? Last but not least, my favourite, Spike was done so dirty by making him so unimportant. There was a scene where the group fell apart and eventually came back together just because Spike worked the hardest for that to happen. He called himself the skeleton of the group but I feel that, he's the glue that keeps them together and without him, the group will cease to exist.

Moving on, can you believe that I enjoyed the filler cases over the main issue driving this show? The filler cases had more action and way more crime-solving bits. The main issue was a huge disappointment just like the big bad villain. I mean, who did not see the villain's twist, it was so bloody obvious since the first appearance. On the brighter side though, I am very glad the production team did not go down the route where they made Alice a villain. That episode was underwhelming but at least Alice did not hit all my predictions.

Considering there is no season 2 to this TV show, there is no point in me furthering this review. However, I know I would have enjoyed the children working together with John as a team with a friendlier relationship.

Rating: ★★★☆☆ (3.5/5)

P.S.: Help, why was The Irregulars so dark? Even my brightest setting was not enough.

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reasonsforhope · 3 months

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"Chicago’s 82-story Aqua Tower appears to flutter with the wind. Its unusual, undulating facade has made it one of the most unique features of Chicago’s skyline, distinct from the many right-angled glass towers that surround it.

In designing it, the architect Jeanne Gang thought not only about how humans would see it, dancing against the sky, but also how it would look to the birds who fly past. The irregularity of the building’s face allows birds to see it more clearly and avoid fatal collisions. “It’s kind of designed to work for both humans and birds,” she said.

As many as 1 billion birds in the US die in building collisions each year. And Chicago, which sits along the Mississippi Flyway, one of the four major north-south migration routes, is among the riskiest places for birds. This year, at least 1,000 birds died in one day from colliding with a single glass-covered building. In New York, which lies along the Atlantic Flyway, hundreds of species traverse the skyline and tens of thousands die each year.

As awareness grows of the dangers posed by glistening towers and bright lights, architects are starting to reimagine city skylines to design buildings that are both aesthetically daring and bird-safe.

Pictured: Chicago's Aqua Tower was designed with birds in mind.

Some are experimenting with new types of patterned or coated glass that birds can see. Others are rethinking glass towers entirely, experimenting with exteriors that use wood, concrete or steel rods. Blurring lines between the indoors and outdoors, some architects are creating green roofs and facades, inviting birds to nest within the building.

“Many people think about bird-friendly design as yet another limitation on buildings, yet another requirement,” said Dan Piselli, director of sustainability at the New York-based architecture firm FXCollaborative. “But there are so many design-forward buildings that perfectly exemplify that this doesn’t have to limit your design, your freedom.”

How modern buildings put birds in danger

For Deborah Laurel, principal in the firm Prendergast Laurel Architects, the realization came a couple of decades ago. She was up for an award for her firm’s renovation of the Staten Island Children’s Museum when the museum’s director mentioned to her that a number of birds had been crashing into the new addition. “I was horrified,” she said.

She embarked on a frenzy of research to learn more about bird collisions. After several years of investigation, she found there was little in the way of practical tips for architects, and she teamed up with the conservation group NYC Audubon, to develop a bird-safe building guide.

The issue, she discovered, was that technological and architectural advancements over the last half-century had in some ways transformed New York City – and most other US skylines and suburbs – into death traps for birds...

At certain times of day, tall glass towers almost blend into the sky. At other times, windows appear so pristinely clear that they are imperceptible to birds, who might try to fly though them. During the day, trees and greenery reflected on shiny building facades can trick birds, whereas at night, brightly lit buildings can confuse and bewilder them...

Pictured: A green roof on the Javits Convention Center serves as a sanctuary for birds.

The changes that could save avian lives

About a decade ago, Piselli’s firm worked on a half-billion-dollar renovation of New York’s Jacob K Javits Convention Center, a gleaming glass-clad space frame structure that was killing 4,000-5,000 birds a year. “The building was this black Death Star in the urban landscape,” Piselli said.

To make it more bird friendly, FXCollaborative (which was then called FXFowle) reduced the amount of glass and replaced the rest of it with fritted glass, which has a ceramic pattern baked into it. Tiny, textured dots on the glass are barely perceptible to people – but birds can see them. The fritted glass can also help reduce heat from the sun, keeping the building cooler and lowering air conditioning costs. “This became kind of the poster child for bird-friendly design in the last decade,” Piselli said.

The renovation also included a green roof, monitored by the NYC Audubon. The roof now serves as a sanctuary for several species of birds, including a colony of herring gulls. Living roofs have since become popular in New York and other major cities, in an inversion of the decades-long practice of fortifying buildings with anti-bird spikes. In the Netherlands, the facade of the World Wildlife Fund headquarters, a futuristic structure that looks like an undulating blob of mercury, contains nest boxes and spaces for birds and bats to live.

The use of fritted glass has also become more common as a way to save the birds and energy.

Earlier this year, Azadeh Omidfar Sawyer, an assistant professor in building technology in the Carnegie Mellon School of Architecture, working with student researchers, used open-source software to help designers create bespoke, bird-friendly glass patterns. A book of 50 patterns that Sawyer published recently includes intricate geometric lattices and abstract arrays of lines and blobs. “Any architect can pick up this book and choose a pattern they like, or they can customize it,” she said.

Pictured: The fritted glass used in Studio Gang’s expansion of Kresge College at the University of California, Santa Cruz, depicts the animals in the local ecosystem.

Builders have also been experimenting with UV-printed patterns, which are invisible to humans but perceptible to most birds. At night, conservationists and architects are encouraging buildings turn off lights, especially during migration season, when the bright glow of a city skyline can disorient birds.

And architects are increasingly integrating screens or grates that provide shade as well as visibility for birds. The 52-floor New York Times building, for example, uses fritted glass clad with ceramic rods. The spacing between the rods increases toward the top of the building, to give the impression that the building is dissolving into the sky.

Gang’s work has incorporated structures that can also serve as blinds for birders, or perches from which to observe nature. A theater she designed in Glencoe, Illinois, for example, is surrounded by a walking path made of a wood lattice, where visitors can feel like they’re up in the canopy of trees.

Pictured: The Writers Theatre, designed by Studio Gang, includes a walking path encased in wood lattice.

Rejecting the idea of the iridescent, entirely mirrored-glass building, “where you can’t tell the difference between the habitat and the sky”, Gang aims for the opposite. “I always tried to make the buildings more visible with light and shadow and geometry, to have more of a solid presence,” she said.

Gang has been experimenting with adding bird feeders around her own home in an effort to reduce collisions with windows, and she encourages other homeowners to do the same.

“I’ve found that birds slow down and stop at feeders instead of trying to fly through the glass,” she said.

While high-rise buildings and massive urban projects receive the most attention, homes and low-rise buildings account for most bird collision deaths. “The huge challenge is that glass is everywhere.” said Christine Sheppard, who directs the glass collisions program at the American Bird Conservancy (ABC). “It’s hard to know what I know and not cringe when I look at it.”

Tips for improving your own home include using stained glass or patterned decals that can help birds see a window, she said. ABC has compiled a list of window treatments and materials, ranked by how bird-safe they are.

Whether they’re large or small, the challenge of designing buildings that are safe for birds can be “liberating”, said Gang, who has become an avid birdwatcher and now carries a pair of binoculars on her morning jogs. “It gives you another dimension to try to imagine.”"

-via The Guardian, December 27, 2023

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bratshaws · 5 months

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through the hourglass 315. brb x oc

a/n: gotta admit...kinda liking how this is going(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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He wanted to confront Mark,someway,somehow, but fuck he couldn’t. Cyclone was aware of his suspicions,which was good, but he was still in here. And now that he heard that Miranda is messing with Bea back in San Diego was…distressing.

Rooster exhales as he rubs his forehead, reading and rereading the reports trying to find anything out of place.Anything that could connect Mark to the breach.

His fingers traced over the details in the reports, eyes scanning the words and numbers for any anomaly. As a seasoned pilot,Rooster had an instinct for patterns and irregularities. He could figure something out.

The suspicions about Mark's involvement in the breach weighed heavily on Rooster's mind. The breach wasn't just a security threat; it was a breach of trust within the squadron. Rooster felt a profound sense of responsibility to his fellow pilots and the integrity of the unit.

If Mark was indeed involved, Rooster was determined to uncover the truth.

Cyclone had been briefed on Rooster's concerns. He understood the gravity of the situation and provided unwavering support,given that he finds proof. Rooster chose to keep the ‘suspect’s name quiet for now. Yet, even with Cyclone's backing, Rooster couldn't shake off the frustration, unable to confront Mark face to face.

The distant sounds of jets taking off and landing on the carrier deck filtered through the walls, his gaze flickered to the small window, where he could catch glimpses of the open sea stretching to the horizon.

As Rooster continued to pore over the reports, a message notification flashed on his screen. It was a secure communication from Cyclone.

Hangman(08:08)

Rooster, anything in the reports?

Rooster sighed and typed out his response.

Rooster(08:08)

Nothing concrete yet. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Anything on your end?

Hangman(08:12)

Not much. I've been helping Bob in digging into some of the communication logs, but it's all encrypted and heavily monitored. They're covering their tracks well.

Rooster leaned back in his chair, frustration evident in his expression,groaning softly.

Rooster(08:15)

We need something substantial, Jake. Concrete evidence that ties Mark to the breach. I can't just go on suspicions; it needs to be airtight.

Hangman(08:18)

I know, Rooster.You know the saying in Texas?

Rooster(08:19)

No,what is it?

Hangman(08:20)

"When you're in a hole, stop digging."

Rooster(08:22)

Well, we’re knee-deep in this hole, Jake. Gotta keep digging until we strike gold.

Hangman(08:25)

Did you talk to the others yet?

Rooster(08:28)

Not yet. I’ll check on them later.

Hangman(08:31)

Well,let me know if you find anything substantial. I’ll be in touch if anything happens.

Rooster nodded to himself, about to keep on his reply when he heard a knock on the door. He knew those knocks, “Come in.”

McAllister’s head popped in and he glanced at the reports scattered across Rooster's desk. "Any breakthrough, sir?"

Rooster sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Not yet. It's like someone covered his tracks too well. We need something concrete, something undeniable."

"I understand your frustration, sir. I-I tried getting more info from the other recruits and um,well they are saying the same thing."

Rooster rubbed his temples, feeling the onset of a headache punching his skull. "You watch movies that deal with this shit and they manage to figure it out in hours." he mutters and the young recruit just stands there,hands behind his back, “Besides your talks, anything else?”

The young recruit hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Um, sir, there's something... peculiar. I overheard some of the mechanics talking in the hangar. They mentioned that Mark's jet had some unscheduled maintenance recently. It wasn't logged in the usual records, and they seemed pretty hush-hush about it."

Rooster's eyes narrowed, a spark of interest igniting in the midst of his frustration. "Unscheduled maintenance? That's not something you keep under wraps. Especially with a Vice-Admiral on board…”

McAllister shifted uncomfortably. "Exactly, sir. It seemed... off. Like they were trying to fix something without drawing attention."

Rooster leaned forward, his hands clenching into fists on the desk. "Who worked on the jet do you know?”

“W-Well,it was Faraday who commented it–”

“Faraday?...bring him over.”

McAllister nodded, "Y-Yes, sir. I'll fetch Faraday right away."

As the young recruit hurried out of the room, Rooster's mind raced with possibilities. The mention of unscheduled maintenance on Mark's jet was a potential lead, a crack in the meticulously constructed facade. If there was something to be found, it might lie within the details of that maintenance.

Doesn’t take too long for the door to open again and Faraday enter the room with a cautious expression, glancing between Rooster and the scattered reports on the desk. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

Rooster nodded, gesturing for Faraday to take a seat. "At ease, Faraday. I heard you had a conversation in the hangar about Mark's jet. Care to share what you know?"

Faraday shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly hesitant to divulge information. "Well, sir, it's just... there was some talk among the mechanics about Mark's jet having some unscheduled maintenance. But you know how it is, sir, rumors and all that."

Rooster leaned forward, his gaze piercing through Faraday. "I need more than just rumors, Faraday. Was there anything specific mentioned during this... conversation in the hangar?"

“Uhhh…” the younger pilot scratches his head, “I’m tryin’ to think sir…”

“Take your time,I’m in no hurry.”

Faraday took a deep breath, racking his brain for details. "Well, sir, they did mention that the maintenance was unusual. Like, not the regular checks and fixes. They were talking about something being off, but nobody had concrete details."

"Anything specific about what was off? Any details on what they were fixing?"

Faraday hesitated once more, pursing his lips. "They didn't say exactly what, sir. Just that it was something they hadn't encountered before. And, well, they were keeping it on the down-low, not logging it in the usual records."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, contemplating the information. "Unusual maintenance, not in the records. That's worth looking into. Who specifically worked on Mark's jet?"

Faraday took a moment before responding. "Well, sir, it was mostly Chief Petty Officer Daniels overseeing the maintenance. He's been handling the jets for quite some time, and he's good at what he does."

Rooster nodded, absorbing the details. "Chief Daniels. Alright, Faraday. Thank you for sharing. You're dismissed."

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

Faraday blinks at him, “...it’s kinda crazy what’s been happening…”

Rooster sighed, a heavy weight on his shoulders. "Yeah, it is. These are the times when you realize the Navy life comes with its…uh…own set of challenges beyond the missions and drills."

Faraday nodded, furrowing his brows a bit. "I signed up for flying jets, not getting caught up in all this drama."

Rooster chuckled, a brief moment of levity in the midst of the tension. "Well, Faraday, life has a funny way of throwing you curveballs. But don't worry, we'll get through this. Now, get back to your duties. If anything else comes up, let me know."

Faraday saluted, giving him a small smile. "Yes, sir. I'll keep my ears open."

As Faraday left the room, Rooster's mind began to churn with possibilities. The mention of Chief Daniels overseeing the unusual maintenance raised questions. Why would they keep it off the records? What was being hidden? Rooster knew he needed to tread carefully; a misstep could jeopardize the entire investigation.

He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Hangman:

Rooster(09:05)

Chief Daniels oversaw the unscheduled maintenance on Mark's jet. Not in the records. Something fishy. Need to approach this carefully.

Hangman(09:08)

Understood. Keep me posted.

Rooster leaned back in his chair, his mind working through the puzzle. If there was a connection between Mark's jet and the breach, this could be the breakthrough they needed. But he also knew that navigating the intricacies of Navy protocol and hierarchy required finesse.

A lot of it.

Honestly he was kinda glad Mav wasn’t here, he’d hate this.

Rooster decided to pay a visit to Chief Daniels. He needed to gather more information, understand the details of the maintenance, and assess if Daniels was willingly involved or just a pawn in a larger game.

Leaving his office, Rooster headed towards the hangar, the familiar sounds of jets and machinery filling the air. As he approached, he spotted Chief Daniels working on one of the aircraft, back to him. Rooster approached, waiting for a moment when Daniels wasn't engrossed in his work.

Finally, as Daniels took a step back to survey his work, Rooster seized the opportunity. "Chief Daniels."

The Chief looked up, a mix of surprise and respect in his eyes. "Lt Bradshaw, sir. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Rooster gestured towards a more secluded area, away from the prying eyes and ears. "Can we have a word, Chief?"

Chief Daniels followed Rooster to a quieter corner of the hangar, away from the hustle and bustle. The air was filled with the scent of aviation fuel,and Rooster wasted no time getting to the point. "Chief, I've been informed about some unscheduled maintenance on Mark's jet. Can you shed some light on that?"

"Lt Bradshaw, sir, I assure you, it was routine maintenance. Nothing to be concerned about."

Rooster maintained a steady gaze. "Routine maintenance doesn't get kept off the records, Chief. And it doesn't raise eyebrows among the mechanics. So, I need the truth."

Chief Daniels sighed, a subtle bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He glanced around, ensuring no one was within earshot before speaking in a hushed tone. "Look, Lt Bradshaw, sir, there are things that aren't always in the manuals, you know? Unofficial procedures to keep the birds in top shape."

Rooster crossed his arms, his expression serious. "I understand the need for unofficial procedures, Chief. But this is different. The maintenance you oversaw is directly connected to an ongoing investigation. I need to know what was done and why it wasn't documented properly."

Chief Daniels shifted uncomfortably, choosing his words carefully. "Sir, I'm just following orders. Mark personally asked me to take care of a few modifications. He said it was hush-hush, confidential stuff. I was just doing my job."

"Modifications? What kind of modifications? And why the secrecy?"

The Chief hesitated, a conflict evident in his eyes. "I...I can't go into details, sir. All I know is that it had to do with the jet's systems, some upgrades. Mark said it was a matter of national security, and he didn't want any paperwork or digital trails leading back to it."

Motherfucker.

Rooster's mind raced, connecting the dots. "National security? Chief, we need transparency in the squadron. Keeping things off the records compromises the chain of command and the integrity of our operations. You understand that, right?"

Chief Daniels nodded, wringing his hands together. "I do, sir. But when a superior officer gives you a direct order, you follow it. I didn't question Mark's intentions; I trusted his judgment. And now, with all this investigation business, it feels like I've been caught in the crossfire."

Rooster sighed, recognizing the predicament Chief Daniels found himself in. "I get it, Chief. But… I need your full cooperation in this investigation. If Mark's actions compromised the squadron or the Navy, we need to know. I need to know"

"I'll cooperate, sir. I didn't sign up for this mess, but I won't let it tarnish my commitment to the Navy."

"Good," Rooster said. "We'll work through this together. Now, what can you tell me about those modifications?"

Chief Daniels took a deep breath, glancing around once more to ensure their conversation remained private. He leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "The modifications were focused on the jet's communication systems and data transmission. Mark wanted to enhance the encryption and secure channels for transmitting sensitive information during missions. He said it was a precautionary measure given the nature of some upcoming assignments."

Rooster's eyes narrowed, the weight of the situation sinking in. "Upcoming assignments? What was Mark preparing for?"

Chief Daniels hesitated, his gaze shifting as if debating how much information to disclose. "I wasn't given specific details, sir. Just that the squadron might be involved in operations requiring top-tier security measures. Mark mentioned something about intelligence gathering and covert missions."

“When did Mark first asked you to do that?”

“Uhhh…around the time you all found that wreckage sir.”

Mother.

FUCKER!

Rooster inhales his anger, a quirk of an unamused smile on his face “I see.” he clears his throat, “Anything else you think I should know?”

Chief Daniels shifted uncomfortably, choosing his words carefully, scratching the back of his neck. "That's all I know, sir. I followed Mark's orders, and the modifications were completed a few days ago. As far as I'm concerned, it was all in the line of duty. I didn't question it further."

Rooster nodded, absorbing the information. "Thank you for being honest, Chief. I'll need you to provide a detailed report on the modifications and anything else Mark instructed you to do. Got it?"

"I'll do that, sir. Whatever it takes to clear my name and ensure the squadron's reputation stays intact."

“Good.” he looked over at the horizon, the skies turning black.

A storm was coming.

In more ways than none.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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aberfaeth · 7 months

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*these are mostly private investigators but so were the guys from the og poll. so

#c.txt

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kajaono · 1 year

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Diverse Sherlock Holmes adaptations

for you to watch on major streaming services to make Racists, sexists and homophobes mad

SPOILERS are always marked as such! Read on own risk!

1. The irregulars - Available on Netflix - cancelled after one season

John Watson is a black gay man (canon, confirmed in the show) in this supernatural adaptation of Sherlock Holmes.

The main character is Bea, played by Thaddea Graham a Chinese-Irish (queer?) actress

2. Miss Sherlock - closed in one season, available on HBO Asia, HBO max (?) Hulu and Amazon prime America and DVD

This adaptation plays in Japan. Both Sherlock and John are Japanese woman. Wato (John) is traumatized war doctor for Red Cross. Her trauma is important for the story. Sherlock is autistic coded and has a chocolate addiction. SPOILER SPOILERS SPOILERS Spoilers Moriarty is a female in this adaptation. While Mary is male.

3. Elementary - closed in seven seasons - available on prime, CBS and many more as well as DVDs

In this adaptation John is a female Chinese American. Her Sherlock is both queer as well as neurodivergent coded, but it was never confirmed inside the show, only outside, so this is why he is not pictured her

Johns close colleague and best friend is Markus bell, an American black man

Mrs Hudson is a trans woman

Sherlocks girlfriend is autistic

SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER:

Moriarty is a woman in this one

We also have multiple other queer, disabled and people of color-side characters

4. Enola Holmes - two movies so far - available on Netflix

Watson is an Indian man in this one. Apart from that this adaptation is a not a shining light of representation but we will see where the road will lead us. This was already enough to make people mad…

SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

Moriarty is a black woman in this one and if we will get a third movie we will see more her soon!

5. Sherlock daughter - in production - Netflix

We honestly do not know anything about the adaptation so far, apart from that Sherlock will be played be a trans woman

#enola holmes #johnlock #the irregulars #miss sherlock #cbs elementary #Sherlocks daughter #Sherlock Holmes adaptations

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A second chance at love★ masterlist

AFTER BEING LEFT AT THE ALTAR and loosing her part time teaching job Beatrix has to live the 'picture perfect' life she never got to plan for herself. on an impromptu trip back to her hometown in Portland, bea gets invited to a new years eve party by an old friend, who is determined to help bea get her spark back. its there she meets a well dressed man named James.

the two of them hit it off immediately. after too many drinks and a lot of dancing, bea has the most romantic night of her life. the next morning she wakes up in her hotel room alone. no note. no phone number. James had just disappeared like lighting. bea lost the thought of James just as quickly as he left her.

just as bea is about to go back home she gets an offer to be a part time psychology professor at the university of Washington. for the first time in her life bea decides to take a leap of faith. but when she walks into the psychology department to meet the rest of the faculty, its there she comes face to face with the man she only knows as James.

—CONTENT!!

pairing ♥ older!bucky x younger!beatrix

genre ♥

warnings ♥ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, irregular updates, specific warnings in each chapter

SERIES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

—PROFILES!!

001. the department

002. the department (backstory)

—CHAPTERS!!

prologue. the embodiment of defeat

Beatrix gets left at the altar by atlas. while also loosing her part-time teaching job. she discovers that her ex-fiancé fell in love with someone else. he was also going to take her on THEIR honeymoon. while he is on their honeymoon with his new girl bea takes things into her own hands by selling his belongings and moving away from the apartment they shared.

001. love hangover

Beatrix and Tilly attend a party at a grand house in an affluent neighborhood, dressed to impress. They are preparing to return to Kansas to sell their house, but Beatrix feels intimidated by the neighborhood. They arrive at Sarah's brother's house, where they meet Sam Wilson, the Head of the Department of psychology at the University of washington. Sam has been working as an external consultant on the ethics committee at the university, handling application approvals. Beatrix is nervous about networking at a party, but Sam mentions she went to the University of Washington. They plan to get drunk and get drunk before returning to Washington.

002. under your skin

James is in deep trouble, consumed by his infatuation with Beatrix. He had drunk whiskey earlier that night, but now he cannot remember her name or the feeling of spending the night with her. He tries to fake his orgasm and collapses on her, feeling guilt for not being with her. He has an important department meeting and is worried about losing his job due to HR violations.

003. copper heart

James, a man who has long shied away from relationships, is out at a bar with his friend Steve. He assumes Beatrix was a one-night encounter, and they talk about his past with her. Steve tells James that Beatrix is now happy and has moved on, and James is upset with him for bringing hurt and ruin.

004. gamble of grace

Beatrix's office door shuts, and James, a colleague, is overwhelmed by the news of Beatrix's upcoming lecture. He feels guilty about his previous conversation with Beatrix, but he doesn't want to talk to her. Beatrix is a distraction from his anxious thoughts, and he feels inadequate in comparison to her

As they walk towards the university building, Beatrix feels connected to her all-American campus and the students she has been teaching. She enjoys creating lesson plans and engaging activities, and this semester, she has her students complete a final creative project incorporating a sociological theory. Beatrix is nervous about her upcoming lecture, but she doesn't want to admit it. She reassures Emily that she is under contract and can't fire her since she is under contract.

005. widow of wolves

Beatrix, a former student, is accused of threatening and assaulting her ex-husband, John Atlas. Beatrix, who is responsible for making the macaroni and cheese, feels humiliated and embarrassed by the situation. Tilly, a powerful defense lawyer, urges Beatrix to press charges against him. Beatrix insists she wants to move forward without him, but John's fury and resentment towards her persist. After nine days, Beatrix tries to leave him alone, but he is afraid and impulsive. Beatrix blocks him after sending her a song as a warning, but he feels impulsive and reckless, making her a playlist. She may have shut him out because she thought he was her ex-husband or because she knew it was him.

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murdermostace · 2 months

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Jessie and Bea are so Sam and Dean-coded

#jessie the irregulars #bea the irregulars #sam winchester #dean winchester #the irregulars #supernatural #mine

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thinking of mary stumbling out of shannon’s sick room with blood on her hands, dizzy from the smell of ozone and cooked flesh, the raw and precise circle of ruined tissue. recalling the lacelike tracery of the halo’s mark before, and how it leaked blood and fluid onto her hands as she held shannon, shouting for the others to move. certain that she would die right there. her, both of them.

now, in the quiet, she’s pulling strands of shannon’s hair out of the wound. her back splayed open, showing knots of muscle and the pink-streaked white of bone. blackened where it touched the halo.

looking at shannon’s hand fisted loosely in the sheets, her head turned sideways, eyes closed, breathing tight and irregular.

associations fly at her and shannon is icarus, patroclus, achilles.

but she’s not. she’s sleeping, and it’s not her fault how similar survival is to death.

it strikes her then, in the dark room they wheeled shannon into, that in another life she is standing over a corpse. flipped as easily as a coin and in that world shannon’s body is torn open so they can find what killed her.

mary wipes a palmprint of blood absently onto her shirt, resisting the urge to kneel beside shannon, to touch her face. to remind herself that even if her rib bones are demarcated where little rivulets of blood and plasma have followed the lines of her body, this shannon is alive.

going outside. for air, for the smell of incense, or warm stone. anything that’s not cedarwood overpowered by iron, copper, by the harsh metallic scent of the halo’s absence.

running into suzanne - headlong, grabbing at the sleeve of her habit in blind panic. blinking at the streaky stain it leaves; just a patch of darker color that barely betrays itself in the low light.

‘is she…?’

‘asleep. i have to… i left bea in the-’

torn between them both. watching beatrice stand pale under the candlelight. pews casting shadows onto shadows. holding her hand and listening to the burn of bright light. again, twice. how many times will i lose what i love inside this luminosity?

mary tears away from the memory, feeling a hand touch her shoulder. ‘it’s okay.’ suzanne’s voice is steady. a rock (upon which i will build)

‘i’ll watch over her. go and check on your… on beatrice.’

moving past her, still hazy but looking back. the silhouette of suzanne staring at the doorway like it’s a tombstone.

‘how long does it take?’

suzanne looks at her, but in the dimness mary can’t make out any expression.

‘what do you mean?’

‘for her to heal? i just- it looks bad and i just want to know how long she’ll be…’

(in pain. struck open with her bones visible. a kind of nakedness that cannot be dressed over. thinking of tipping shannon onto her side to drain the wound because it’s only partially cauterized).

there’s a sound like a sigh, or just like the wind. suzanne looks away again. ‘it’s best to focus on what you can do for her now.’ a sad smile, half-glimpsed in the antique lamplight, ‘the worst thing is to be alone with your pain.’

and then mary leaves. she cries the whole way to bea’s room.

suzanne lets the quiet gather again. rolls her shoulders against the prickle of damaged nerves. and then she opens the door.

inside, she finds shannon lying on the gurney like something out of a painting. sheets tangled around her waist, musculature of her back exposed and shining with sweat.

the bedclothes are red and white. someone (mary. who else?) has pulled shannon’s hair into a careful smoothness. away from her face and the wound of her body.

she’s small again.

suzanne thinks of her, years ago arriving with fading bruises, a sort of blunt, scrappy fighting style that made her see - in the darting, brutal motions - a girl accustomed to fighting when cornered. then, in the way she took punches, suzanne saw a girl who knew when she had no choice but to accept a blow.

(she prays this will be the last one. the last hurt they force her to carry)

there’s an old folding chair against one wall and suzanne drags it over, slips shannon’s limp hand into both of hers.

raises it to her lips.

#successfully baited you only to have you bite my arm off #ily but oh god #ask #'anon'#warrior nun #babea au #mary x shannon

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the-darkness-does-not-bargain · 1 year

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John 20:26-28

“Bea,” she said, impossibly soft. With steady hands, she reached out and took Beatrice’s shaking hands in her own. “Look,” she commanded gently. “Feel me. I’m real.” Ava pulled her hands forward and pressed them under her shirt, onto her bare abdomen. Beatrice could do nothing to stop the shaky gasp that escaped her lungs as she registered exactly what she was feeling. Bumpy, irregular skin, raised lines surrounded by rings of tiny divots. Asymmetrical, disorganized, scattershot. Of her own accord, she pushed Ava’s tank top upward, exposing to sight what touch wanted her to believe. A perfect, soft belly, marred only by scar tissue, jagged edges and patches that corresponded exactly to where punctured innards had once glowed blue with invasive Divinium. She mapped each one with hungry fingertips, charting the borders and memorizing every peak and valley.

Beatrice heard more than felt Ava smile as she continued. “You don’t have to question anymore, Bea, you don’t have to doubt. You can believe in me, I promise.”

Believe? Did she still have the capacity to do so, after all her faith had been repaid in misery and emptiness? The longer she touched and heard and looked through tear-filled eyes, the more certain she was of the answer.

“Ava… oh Ava!” Her knees gave out beneath her, sending her crashing to the rug, as her arms wrapped around the other girl with the fervor of a drowning man. She pressed her face against Ava’s stomach, her entire body shaking with sobs. Ava merely held her there, steady as a pillar, running her slender fingers through Beatrice’s hair. Ava, who had overcome every obstacle, broke every rule, and defied Death, Fate, and Heaven entire.

Yes, I can believe, Beatrice thought. If it’s her, then I believe with all my heart.

#a snippet #that may become a full fic soon #warrior nun #save warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #my writing

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Codeblr tag game - realization

@a-fox-studies thank you for tagging me in this!!

At what point in your life did you decide that the world of computers was the one for you?

Heh this is a long one... So read if u want to know some code-es lore :p

But tldr: My dad was a software/computer engineer and his dedication and working spirit is my biggest inspiration, but programming was never a passion of mine - languages were my big thing. This was until I took a programming course and realized that programming is just like learning languages, but with rules that actually apply.

I want to tag: @xiacodes @web-dev-with-bea @compooter-blob @alica-tech @lazar-codes @zoeythebee @cloudycodes @04kid

Programming was always around me when i was younger. My father was a software systems engineer, so when i was a kid i would see him work on matrix looking code, and sometimes he'd even let me press buttons!

But i wasn't really interested in learning anything about computers... I was instead interested in art and especially languages, which was my biggest interest and passion. Then my dad passed away, and following that I'd get more and more interested in programming during my teens, partly to honor him and my family, because on my dad's side almost everyone's a software engineer. I also had an email friend I met on omegle when i was 14-15, and he was 30 something, which... now that i think of it, it was probably pretty a little weird that he wanted to be my friend... but anyways, he was a software engineer and explained what coding/programming was and following that I made my first webpage using only HTML and CSS, in my notepad hahaha!!

But... I didn't do much after that, until I was in my second last year of high school. I signed up to take a programming course for my next and final year. I've always been curious, and wanted all the knowledge I could get, so when a programming course was offered I had to take it! But it was just another small drop in my big lake of interests.

I don't think I realized that computers and programming was what I wanted to do until I visited my family in Mexico 2 years ago, weeks before starting that programming course. For some reason I always saw programming and computers as something out of my reach - i couldn't possibly learn this. However, to prove me wrong, my cousin, who studied software development at the time, showed me his projects, and what he was doing. And, I realized that omg - I could also be doing this? It's within reach!

And then I started learning python in school and I was kind of discouraged, it was so difficult! Most people had previous experience, and seeing what they could already do I felt overwhelmed, thinking I should also be doing that. But I kept coming back to the thought that this is just like learning a language: if I just expose myself to more and more content it will start making sense, and sooner or later I'll be able to form my own sentences and the computer will listen to me.

I've always loved the logic of languages, how the syntax is built, and how verbs are conjugated in accordance to gender, numerus and time in different languages. But... there are always exepctions and irregularities you just have to learn. However, programming is all logic, everything has an explanation, even the seemingly inexplicable concepts. There is always a solution, and my creativity is the limit, and that is what keeps me going.

And then! I was looking at university educations to apply for, when on a whim I found out about my current school, checked what courses they offer and saw something about frontend development. I read the description, and realized that oh my god - this is my type of programming! I get to do design and art AND code? And since studying here, I have realized that, yeah, this is exactly my field, and I love computers and I just want to learn more and more and more, always, and there are so many rabbit holes to fall into within programming.

During my time in school, I would envision myself working with something static in the future; like just going to uni, learning a job, and then doing it. Then, I remember being on studyblr, and seeing the quote "now is the only time in your life when your full time job is to learn" and I took it to heart, and that is what kept me motivated - I thought, what a privilege to just learn for a living. And that is exactly what working with software will be (:

My biggest weakness is finishing writing shit lol, my feedback in on essays was always: ok great, but dont have 3 different points where we think its gonna end but we're met with yet another finishing paragraph. So I'll just end it quickly here, thank you for reading!

#programming #studyinspo #studyblr #studying #tag game #codeblr #coding #programmer #girl coder #python #css #html #long post #code-es #academia #computer science #compsci #computers

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