#14 inch gun

[lonestarbattleship]

USS Texas (BB-35): Firing the 14 inch guns, Part 1: loading and operations inside the turret.

To fire each 14 inch/45 caliber gun, it required several moving parts and men to move in unison. Gun crews were trained consistently to maximize the amount of rounds fired per minute, as this could mean the difference between life and death in a fire fight.

Each turret required 70 men to operate, which moved the Shells and Powder Bags from their storage in the magazines, deep in the ship, to the Gun House to fire. Each shot required one shell and four powder bags and could fire a shot every 45 seconds. The shells can vary in weight from 1,400 to 1,500 IBS (635 to 680 kg) depending on the type used. The Powder Bags each weigh from 90 to 105 pounds (41 to 48 kg). Since the Bags were hand carried and loaded, several training manuals from the era recommended these men lift heavy weights every day. This was to ensure they had stamina to last during a prolonged fire fight. This entire process was very labour intensive compared to WWII battleships. The operation of the turrets did not change during her career, except for the addition of an electric hoist for the powder bags later in her career. It cost $777 in 1914 to fire one gun, or $21,110 in 2021.

The Shellman in the gun house calls up a shell, or projectile, from the Upper Handling Room. If there were shells already on this level, men would load a shell from a rack along the outer Bulkhead, onto Upper Projectile Hoist. If there weren't any or not of type requested, a new shell was ordered from the magazine. For more information on this, read my magazine post: link. These men would move the shell to the Lower Projectile Hoist and send it up. The Upper Handling Room could store 30 shells.

At the same time, an Officer ordered for Powder to be sent up. Powder Bags would be loaded onto Powder Hoist and carried up to the Powder Flat Room. See my post on the magazines for their storage and makeup: link.

From there, handlers would feed the bags into a cramped room of the Powder Transfer room, through a port in the floor. A sailor would place the bags on the powder tray. This tray had wooden rollers and the bags would slide down into the Gun Pit.

Two men, called Powder Man 1 and 2, would move the bags on the powder trays in the gun house.

In the Gun House, the breech was unlocked and swung to the side. A metal tray, called the Rammer Tray, was lowered to the breech seat. The shell would be shifted out of the Upper Projectile Hoist and aft onto the Shell Transfer Tray or dump tray.

Then the shell is rolled onto the Platform Tray (Loading Tray). A mechanical rammer would push the shell into the chamber.

It is there, two men, called Powder Man 3 and 4, would lift up the two powder bags from the powder trays and place them on the Rammer Tray. The bags had a rad patch on the back, which contained the primer charge, and would be placed facing aft. The Rammer Man would use a wood pole and with the assistance of the Powder Man 3 and 4, would ram the bags into the chamber. The process would be repeated so there were four bags in the chamber.

The Rammer Tray was folded up and out of the way. The Plugman would close and lock the breech. A primer change was placed on the back of the breech.

The gun crew in the Gun House and Gun Pit would move from their positions and stand along the side of the turret, out of the way as it was elevated and from gun recoil. An officer would then flip a switch to let the crew in the Main Battery Plotting know the gun was armed. See my post on the factors in the targeting and when the trigger was pressed: link.

After the gun was fired, the barrel was lowered back to 0°. The barrel still has hot residue gasses and other debris that can cause blow back, which can seriously injure or kill the crew. The Plugman turned a valve on the side of the barrel, which would release highly compressed air into the barrel to discharge the gas and any unburned material. The Plugman would open the breech and the Powder Man 3 would inspect the barrel for any remaining debris and damage to the gun itself. The Rammer Tray would lower and the process was repeated.

The last time her guns were fired was while transporting Soldiers home, sometime between November and December 1945 during Operation Magic Carpet. One of the men asked the Captain if he could fire one of her guns. The Captain obliged the returning soldier's request.

A special thanks to Tom Scott for allowing me to use some of his animation. He has posted a video on his YouTube channel and is worth a watch, link.

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#USS Texas (BB-35) #USS Texas #New York Class #dreadnought #battleship #Battleship Texas #USS Texas History Series #warship #ship #14 inch guns #14 inch gun turret #united states navy #us navy #navy #usn #u.s. navy #my post

[ellieluvr420]

Friends? Never. Pt.1 (Ellie Williams x reader)

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

New fic alert? Can you tell I've got a thing for the enemies to lovers trope? Sorryyyyyy. I have loads of ideas for so many stories but this one made me too excited :D I can’t tell if the writing in this is ass but i’m just setting things up hold out hope for me people…

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Ellie opens the door of her new home only to see you, her least favourite person in Jackson, standing at her door with your suitcase in hand.

"No no no no no no no." You say as you immediately start walking away from her. You keep walking until you see Maria walking towards you.

"Don't even start-" She already knows what you're going to say.

"I am not fucking living with her Maria."

"Didn't I tell you not to start? You're wasting your breath anyway, this is the only way we can accommodate all the new arrivals."

"Why do you hate me?" You groan and she spins you around immediately marching you back to your new home.

"I don't, but you and Ellie are a pain in my ass, maybe make the most of it and try and get along hm?" She keeps you held firmly at the front door as she knocks three times.

"Back for more alrea-" Ellie pauses as she sees Maria standing there with a stern look on her face, she pushes you through the door and smiles.

"Enjoy setting up!" She calls over her shoulder and you're sure you hear her laugh.

"Fuck my life." You push past Ellie, bumping her hard enough that she stumbles slightly. You storm off upstairs to find your room huffing at your new reality.

You're unpacking all your belongings when you notice her standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. "Are you just gonna keep staring at me like a creep?"

"Are you gay?"

"Pardon?" You scoff at her bluntness but your heart was beating a mile a minute, you knew it wasn't a big deal, she's a lesbian herself, but for some reason you still found coming out to people so difficult. Your parents hadn't taken it well which is how you found yourself living on your own... well, with Ellie. You breathe in and regain your composure, turning to her and flashing a coy smirk. "Why do you want to know Williams? Got a little crush on me?"

"Ha! You wish. Just wondered seeing as you're nineteen and have never once even held a guys hand."

"Didn't realise you paid so much attention to me, should I be worried I have a stalker?" She rolls her eyes at you obviously avoiding her question. "Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't, just trying to figure out if I should be worried about you getting a crush on me and going all crazy."

You walk over to her until there's only inches between you. "You're so arrogant." You bump her in the shoulder and she stumbles as you walk past her towards the kitchen. "You're also not my type... at all." You call over her shoulder missing the look of bewilderment on her face.

"Wait... so you are?" Ellie calls as she follows you to the kitchen. She's close behind you as you march away until you stop dead in your tracks causing her to bump into you.

"If you must know Ellie, yes I am."

"Oh." Ellie felt her heart clench a little for you as she knows how unaccepting your parents are, that's why you stopped being friends all those years ago after all.

You had met Ellie on the first day she arrived in Jackson, she looked tired and a little gaunt but you still felt butterflies in your stomach when you laid eyes on her for the first time. You remember seeing her walk in and hand a gun she kept in the back of her jeans to Maria, you were gobsmacked because she looked the same age as you and you couldn't imagine holding, let alone using, a gun. You had been born in Jackson, only ever leaving to go on patrol in the last couple years so 14 year old you found the girl all the more intriguing. You had watched her from a distance as Joel spoke to your dad, you still remember the feeling of your stomach dropping when she looked up to see you spying on her. You hadn't spoken to her until later that evening when Joel and her had come to yours for dinner. It was awkward at first but when she saw your record player and limited vinyl collection, the ice thawed quickly, you became inseparable until your parents started taking an issue with your friendship with her, you never understood why they stopped you seeing her and stopped seeing Joel until two years ago when you told them you were a lesbian. Ellie had always known that they were homophobic but it still hurt when they stopped you seeing her, she saw red any time she was near you because she was so hurt that you could cut her out of your life just like that and within a couple months you were bitter rivals that couldn't share a nice word with the other. Her hatred for you was so overwhelming that it forced her to stop being so awkward around people because she was so focused on throwing as many insults your way as possible that her nerves when speaking to others dissipated.

Now, as you stand in the kitchen staring at her leaning on the doorframe you felt a pang of guilt for how you had treated her although it quickly disappeared the second she opened her beautiful mouth.

"Well er... you're not my type either so don't get any ideas." You laugh at the awkwardness of her statement knowing why she suddenly lost confidence in herself.

"Thanks for the clarification." You roll your eyes before busying yourself getting a glass of water, it was the middle of summer so all the moving and unpacking was making you feel severely dehydrated. Ellie watched as you gulped down the water, noting how a couple drops fall down onto your white tank top. She dragged her eyes away from you and cleared her throat.

"Well now we've established the feelings mutual we can go back to never speaking again. Or are you going to bother me constantly with small talk?"

"Oh believe me you have nothing to worry about on my end." You refill the glass again and walk over to her. "And if I'm remembering correctly you're the one that came and spoke to me, so I could ask you the same thing, no?" You jab a finger into her chest as you speak emphasising your point. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to go wash this finger of your germs and finish unpacking." You push past her once again and she scoffs as you walk away back upstairs without looking back at her.

You continue unpacking methodically until everything is put away neatly and your decorations are in their new designated homes. As you collapse onto the bed picking up the book you were reading at the moment from your bedside table you breathe a sigh of relief at the breeze making its way through your open window. Your shared cabin was right on the outskirts of Jackson so your view was the beautiful woods that lined the north west section of the wall, as you looked at the greenery that was reflecting glittering spots of sunlight you reminisced on the times you and Ellie had spent in the woods when you were friends. You're interrupted from your thoughts by the growling of your stomach that prompts you to sneak back to the kitchen.

"Fuck's sake." You mutter under your breath as you walk into the kitchen only to be greeted by Ellie leaning on the counter savaging a bowl of cereal.

"You know you're spilling more of that down your shirt than you're getting in your mouth right?" Ellie looks down at her t-shirt only to see that you were correct when you said she was spilling milk down herself, she huffs and continues eating, this time being more careful as she brings the bowl right to her mouth.

"I thought I made it clear I didn't want to talk to you and yet... here you are talking to me." She mumbles through a mouthful of cereal. You roll your eyes and open the fridge only to see the leftovers you had put in there earlier were gone. You take a deep breath before spinning to give Ellie the dirtiest of looks.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's the only food I had until I go out tomorrow. Why would you eat it?"

"Oh was that yours? My bad I got hungry earlier, it was really good though you gotta make me some more of that sometime." She smiles sweetly and your face twists into a scowl as you feel the rage boiling inside of you.

"Only we live here Ellie, if you're going to steal my food you could at least own it." You walk away and just before you leave the kitchen empty handed you turn back slightly. "Pussy." You go to walk away until you feel a hand enclose around your arm yanking you backwards. She pushes you up against the wall and leans her body weight on you so you can't move, relishing in your struggle.

"Say that again bitch, I dare you." Her eyes are dark and cold only mirroring yours, a devilish grin appears on your face as you lean in closer to her.

"You're a pussy Williams... and you don't scare me." You push her off with all your strength and rush away from her before slamming your door so hard you're shocked it doesn't come off the hinges. You pace around your room muttering and cursing Ellie before you stop, realising you actually have to live with her for the foreseeable future, every time you looked at her all you could think of is the screaming matches you endured with your parents when they banned you from seeing her and the look of defeat on her face as you ignored her for the first time when she came over to you while you were out with your parents, the nausea you were feeling only grew as the memory of when you came out to your parents flashes through your mind as it does multiple times throughout the day. You grab your book and begin reading once again trying to rid yourself of all these memories that Ellie was bringing up. As you finally feel the nausea calming there are three forceful knocks on your door that you ignore reflexively.

"You gonna open the door or what?" Ellie's voice is muffled but clear enough to make out what she's saying.

"No. Fuck off Ellie!" Ellie rolls her eyes before knocking harder this time and she doesn't stop, she continuously bangs on your door until you throw your book down in frustration to storm over to the source of your irritation. As you yank the door open you're greeted by a smirking Ellie. "WHAT? What could you possibly want? You eat my food, you piss me off, you pin me against a fucking wall, what do you want now Ellie?"

Ellie is taken aback by your harsh tone, typically it had a hint of playfulness to it but now you just sounded angry. She gulped before regaining her standoffish demeanour. "Calm down sweetie."

You scoff and go to slam the door in her face but her hand stops you and pushes the door back so hard you stumble backwards with it, you huff and walk away dropping down onto your bed once again.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure whatever. You're gonna do what you want anyway." She stuffs her hands into her front pockets and walks in as she looks at all the decorations in your room before plopping down on your bed sitting directly on your feet. You snatch them away with a huff as you grit your teeth and curl up to put as much distance between you two.

"What... do you want Williams?"

"Nothing really. Just wanted to see your room. It's very... you."

"Mm and I'm sure yours looks like a squatters pit." You smile smugly at her as she rolls her eyes, your face drops as she turns and eyes the book on your bedside table with a smirk.

"You read romance?" She stifles a laugh poorly.

"Yes and what? Can you even read?" She chuckles and you mumble under your breath "idiot"

"Wow you really are a virgin aren't you?" You eyes flash up at her as your eyebrows knit together and your face turns to a grimace.

"Why do you assume I'm a virgin because I read romance? Maybe I just enjoy it."

"Ha! Right. I'm assuming you're a virgin because only virgins read romance books." You kick at her and she grabs your sock-covered foot stopping you in your tracks.

"Oh my god Ellie can you go away!"

"No no, not just yet. My curiosity is piqued about this book now." Before you can stop her she's reaching for the book and standing up while flicking through some pages.

"Wait, No Ellie don't." She holds it above your head as you stand, you try and snatch it from her once but it's too far out of your reach, panic takes over as she opens it above her head and begins reading aloud. "Ellie fucking stop!"

"Why? It's just a romance book right? Nothing too... inappropriate." Your cheeks heat and the familiar rage comes back in full force, you look down at her feet and stomp on the left one as hard as you can, she yelps and drops her arms which allows you to grab the book from her grasp and you immediately rush out of your room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind you with a triumphant smile.

"Ow you bitch!" You hear Ellie call after you. As you eye the bathtub you decide now is the perfect time to relax in the tub so you can escape Ellie for awhile and read your book in peace.

You stay in the bath until the sun has completely set and the room is bathed in a silvery glow from the moonlight, you guess you were in there for at least an hour but as you start to shiver from the cooling water you decide to finally leave your refuge. As you climb out of the bath you're horrified when you realise your towel is still in your room.

"Fuck fuck fuck." You had to walk past Ellie's room to get to yours but ultimately you decide you'd have to risk it, you unlock the door and peak out into the hallway to see its empty, you edge the door open and begin quickly creeping to your room, you're almost there but as you go to walk past Ellie's room she walks out at the exact same time walking straight into your naked form.

"AGH OH MY GOD!" Your hands immediately attempt to cover your dignity but its an almost failed attempt as you notice her looking you up and down. "DON'T FUCKING LOOK!" You scream as you run past her to your room so quickly your feet slip a little. You hear her cackling in the hallway as you lean with your back against the door in utter disbelief. "No no noooo that did not just happen." You mumble to yourself as you run a hand over your face.

You try to put the embarrassment past you as you settle into bed before passing out from the sheer exhaustion of the day.

#ellie x reader #tlou ellie #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie

[xveenusx]

Three Seconds

Paring(s): jj maybank x fem!reader

Summary: three seconds is all it takes for things to fall apart

Side note: A lot of my writing is going to be either smut or heavy on the heartbreak lol, very few happy endings

Part 2: And Yet...

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One. Two. Three

Three seconds.

One. Two. Three.

Three seconds of silence was all it took for him to completely shut me out. His blonde hair striking against the hue of the sky while his piercing blue eyes stare at me, pleading me to agree.

I opened my mouth to speak yet nothing came out. Instead, a wave of panic spread throughout my body causing an intense feeling of suffocation. My thoughts raced as I realized how serious the situation was.

“We’re sick of your shit.”

“Oh, my shit?” JJ let’s put a humorless laugh before shaking his head.

Kie’s eyes dart to mine before she takes a step towards him, looking at him with such disappointment. “You’re pulling guns on people shit.”

I can tell they’re all waiting for me to jump in, to talk some sense into JJ but for some reason my feet are glued to the floor and my throat is tight and no words are coming out.

Instead, my gaze is locked on the grey duffel bag set at his feet, filled with cash.

Cash that he stole from a drug dealer who had a gun to my head an hour ago.

Anxiety coursed through my veins as my stomach swayed with nausea. I wring my hands together trying to create some type of grounding.

“You need to tell him. Tell him this isn’t what we’re doing.” Pope steps in front of me, his hands gripping my shoulders.

JJ’s gaze was burning a whole right through my head and it took every bit of strength I had to meet his stare head on.

I understood him. Everything he’s ever done, as rash and reckless as he was, there was always a reason. That was something our friends never understood about him, they just played it off as JJ being JJ. This money, as stupid as it was, he needed. It could give him every bit a freedom JJ needed away from his dad.

Luke was cruel and uncaring. Consistently spitting venom at him, reminding of how disappointing and useless JJ is. So, I understand. I would have taken the money too if it gave me some peace away from home.

Sarah and Kie, as sweet and loving as they are, will never understand. They were born Kooks, had homes on figure 8 with parents who love them. They didn’t need this money, but we did. And yet, I knew he couldn’t take the money. We were entering entirely knew territory with gold and guns and there was no certainty that we would be safe.

Barry knew exactly who we were. The moment he pulled the gun, the nuzzle pointed directly at JJ, the boy I’ve been in love with since I was 14, all color drained from my face. My body trembled in fear as I let out a shout and reached for him but Barry switched positions. Suddenly, the gun was pressed against my temple as he shouted demands. But for a brief moment, there was a sense of relief because it was no longer on JJ and I could breathe again. This feeling, this sickening choking panic, I don’t ever want to feel again.

The cut was a small place and if not taking the money meant JJ would be safe then it was a small price to pay. But, I know him. I know he’s not going to understand how I see it but rather take it as a betrayal.

One. Two. Three.

JJ says nothing as his eyes rake over every inch of my face. Three seconds was all it took for him to completely close off.

That choking panic I mentioned earlier? Came back tenth-fold as it finally clicked.

“Jayj…” I reached out to touch his arm, the bracelets I gave him mockingly dangling from his wrist as he jerks away from me.

“Don’t.”

My chest tightened as I drew my hand back, fumbling with my fingers nervously.

JJ ripped his hat off his head before roughly running his hand through his hair. He started to pace, twisting the hat in his hands before stopping in front of all of us.

My heart ached at his obvious distress but I knew my input was the last he wanted now. As far as he was concerned, I didn’t care about him.

Pope let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re acting like a maniac-“

“Pope, I took the fall for you man. Do you know how much money I owe because of you?”

“I’m going to pay you back. I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“I just did. I just did pay it back. “ JJ takes a step forward, pressing his palms on Pope’s chest, shoving him back. “Right here, right now, by myself.”

“Let’s just calm-“ JJ’s glare stopped me in my tracks. He regarded me coldly, his face giving nothing away to the storm that raged in his ice blue orbs.

“Oh what? You suddenly decide you have something to say? Where were you five fucking minutes ago?”

I swallowed hard. “Can I please just explain-“

“Explain what? The fact that you know I need this money and you’re going to act like this is some big moral issue, ” JJ kept his hard set gaze on me, drilling holes into me, daring me to move. “How did you like having a gun pointed at you, huh?”

“You mean the same gun that I stepped in front of because seeing it pointed at you nearly made me sick to my stomach?” I spat, shaking my head at him.

This wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to do this to me. Not now.

He said nothing to me, instead he turned his gaze to the Twinkie, twisting his ring around his finger anxiously.

“JJ, you take this money, you open the door for a whole lot of other shit. You think Barry’s just going to let you take it?”

“Listen to your girlfriend, man.” John B stepped up, clapping JJ on the back.

JJ shrugged him off as he took three quick steps towards me, forcing me to tilt my head up at him.

“What girlfriend?” He spat, his eyes darting in between mine, before settling into a sick satisfaction at my sharp in take of breath.

“JJ-“

“You know what?” He stated, bending down to grab the duffel. “I’m going to go off by myself.”

“You don’t get to do this shit.” I snapped as I reached for the duffel and tugged it towards me. “You want to treat me like shit? Fine, I dont care as long as I don’t find you dead in a ditch.”

JJ blinked at me and said nothing. The only thing giving away his emotion is the tightened grip on the bag.

“Go, then. Since you’re so eager to leave, but you’re not taking the money.” My breath came out short as the anger pounds through my blood.

“Or what? You’re gonna stop me? Last time I checked, I didn't need a god damn hang on.” I wince at the anger in his voice and fight the urge to shut down.

"Stop acting like you don't care , JJ. "

“I expected this from them, but never you.” His ring covered fingers danced along my chin, before he gripped it tightly forcing my eyes on him. “You were supposed to have my back. You told me that you got me, that you understand me. All I know now is that you a fucking liar.”

“I’m trying to protect you.” I plead, “Why can’t you see that?”

JJ scoffs, “Protect me? What do you think is gonna happen if I don’t pay back the restitution?”

“We can find another way-“

“I DONT have anything else.” He shouted in my face, his façade finally cracking under the pressure. “What don’t you understand? This is all I fucking have.”

I felt my grip on the bag weaken as I processed his words. It was normal for JJ to lash out when he felt cornered, but it was never directed at me.

My body trembled as I stared at him with a look I can only describe as broken. “You have me.”

I spoke the words softly knowing if I spoke any louder, the shake in my voice would give me away.

One. Two. Three.

Three seconds was all it took for him to completely and utterly break me.

“That’s not enough.”

Whatever fight I had left, fled from my body as my fingers let go of the duffel. I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting back the tears that threaten to escape.

“You win, JJ.”

My eyes slowly traced every part of his face. From the sun grazed blonde strands that laid in a messy heap on his head, to the bronze tan arms from spending hours out on the waves that complimented his bright blue eyes.

I waited for what felt like hours, but was a mere moment, for JJ to take it back. For him to apologize and pull me into his arms. Instead, we just stared at each other, no one saying a word.

Then, he tilted his head turned around and left, leaving what felt like a blazing trail of carnage in his wake.

It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my body. Small hands wrap themselves around me as my legs suddenly feel like they’ve been kicked out from under me. The familiar sweet scent of Sarah filled my nose, as she pulled me into her arms, physically holding me up.

#jj maybank #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #rudy pankow #rudy pankow smut #obx #obx fanfiction #obx smut #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks smut #jj maybank angst #outerbanks imagine #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank masterlist #obx3 #outerbanks imagines

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Meltdown meet-cute (dp x dc)

Steph was cold and hungry. Which honestly, was pretty par for the course for a stakeout. At her side Cass was standing as still as the gargoyle up in Bristol, and had been unmoving for what felt like forever. Cass really was just inhumanely good. Letting out a fond huff, Steph turned back towards their current target for the night.

They had chased a tip that the warehouse was a base of operation for some human trafficking ring that was coming through Gotham. Now it was only a matter of timing the guards and casing the place to make the take-down quick and efficient. Though with Cass here, that was almost a given.

"How was ballet?" Steph asked as they waited for the new people to come in.

"Good," Cass answered and it sounded like she was smiling behind her mask.

"I'm so hyped for your next recital," the blond said. "Maybe they'll let you do Laurencia variation you showed me last time."

"Not yet," the other girl answered fondly. "More practice."

Then, before Steph could answer, Cass spoke up again. "Look."

One of the man had looked at his watch and was turning to the other guard. Time was almost up, then.

"Showtime," Steph said as she let a smile stretch on her face.

Simultaneously, both girls jumped off their perch and fell towards the warehouse. Grapple-guns made noises and the drop wasn't high enough that they couldn't just roll off the impact, so that was what they did. Getting back to their feet, they silently crept towards the eastern front of the building where the blueprints had shown there would be a high-placed window for aeration (thank you, Oracle).

Steph dangled down as she broke the latch open, as Cass kept a lookout. Silently both vigilantes slipped in and landed softly on the ceiling metal beams. There were big crates piled up beneath them, but none big enough to contain human beings. Then, Cass nudged her and Steph turned to see those long metal shipping container.

Bingo.

Still up in the rafters, the two quietly moved towards the two big metal boxes. Making sure no guard was around, the two vigilantes dropped down and broke the lock swiftly. They started opening the doors with the things being rusted enough to make a noise Steph winced at. Finally, they got it open, only to be met by an empty container, with zip-ties littering the bottom of the box.

Had someone beaten them to the rescue or had the people been moved?

The two bats exchanged a glance before Steph nodded towards the other container as Cass nodded. They both moved to the other box and made quick work of the lock and the door, and this time they could make out one form in the very back of the container, seemingly glowing slightly green. Maybe some guard with a conscience had slipped in a glow stick in to ward off the complete darkness.

"Hello," Steph started. "My name's Spoiler and this is my friend Black Bat. We're here to help."

As she talked she and Cass walked closer and pulled out their low-level flashlight, casting a little light around. They could now make out what seemed like the frame of a small person, possibly a kid.

"Can you hear me?" Steph said as she inched forward.

With still no response, she took the chance to put a hand on the person's shoulder and gently guiding them into turning around. As the person came into view, Steph couldn't hold in a gasp.

It was a young girl, looking around 13-14 years old, but the truly horrifying thing was that where her legs should be, there was only a puddle of fluorescent green goop.

"Please," the girl begged as she turned imploring blue eyes on Steph. "Help me."

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #dani phantom #dani did in fact evacuate everyone out of there #she doesn't have her emergency ecto-dejecto coz it was lost when she got taken along with her phone #so now she's overextended her powers and she has no way of reaching Danny and is freaking out just a little #Steph and Cass are freaking out a bit more than a little #that girl is turning into goop right before their eyes and they don't know what to do #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

[sugolara]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Feat. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

A series. Book One

cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, updates thursday/sunday, slow burn, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge.

Inspired by, ''The Walking Dead''

(ongoing)

playlist!

" Space Junk - Wang Chung " Wolf - First Aid Kit " Into The Black - Chromatics " My Life In Rewind - Eagulls " Hush - Trills " Bad Before Good - Dayone " Run Boy Run - Woodkid " You're So Cool - Jonathan Bree " So Bored - Gorgeous Bully " Operations - Duster " Blue Light - Mazzy Star " Civilian - Wye Oak " Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers " Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses " Skyfall - Adele " Struggling Man - Emily Kinney (original: Jimmy Cliff) " The Last Pale Light In The West - Ben Nichols " Up The Wolves - The Mountain Goats " Blackbird Song - Lee DeWyze " Be Gone Dull Cage - Kiev " Into Dust - Mazzy Star " Warm Shadow - Fink " Tomorrow Is a Long Time - Bob Dylan " Poison Tree - Grouper " Rhymes Of An Hour - Mazzy Star " You Are The Wilderness - Voxhaul Broadcast " Running - Delta Spirit " People, Turn around - Delta Spirit " The Lion's Roar - First Aid Kit " Pain - Boy Harsher " The Setup - Favored Nations " The Old Death - Ben Nichols " Revolution - Red Shahan " The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana " Beautiful Mess - Balian " The Day The World Went Away - Nine Inch Nails " Mr. Splitfoot - Paris Motel " Empty Words - Bowery Electric " No Longer Making Time - Slowdive " Step Away from the Cliff - Blue-Eyed Son " Paradise - Silverberg " Take Care (To Comb Your Hair) - Ty Segall " Glad I Had a Friend - Galt MacDermot " Machine Gun - Portishead " Shadows of Planes - Duster " No Peace at All - Aldous Harding " Save Us from Ourselves - Digital Daggers " I'm No Heroine - Emily Wells " Salt in the Wound - Delta Spirit " It's All Right - Sam Cooke " To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra " 6 Underground - Sneaker Pimps " Edge Of The World - Dayshell " Bye Bye Bye - School of Seven Bells " Arsonist Lullaby - Hozier " It's All Over - Johnny Cash " The Stars Just Blink For Us - Say Hi " Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division " Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Guns N' Roses " Runnin' Down a Dream - Tom Petty " Fly Like An Eagle - Steve Miller Band " You Are Not Alone - Mavis Staples " Welcome - Harmonia & Eno ‘76’ " Hope We Can Again - Nine Inch Nails " outside - Oneheart " sleepless - Odyzon " Alesund - Sun Kil Moon " Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd " Don Abandons Alice - John Murphy " Wicked Game - Chris Isaak " Rule of Rose OST - Playing Airship " 1908 - Repulsive " I Shall Cross This River - The Black Atlantic " Easy Way Out - Low Roar

table of contents:

Season 1: Episode 1: Begin Episode 2: Not alone Episode 3: Gone but not forgotten Episode 4: You belong in this world Episode 5: Because all life is precious Episode 6: Musutafu, we'll meet again Episode 7: Izuku: I'd always thought there be more time

Season 2: Episode 8: During these two weeks Episode 9: Diopside, like your eyes Episode 10: For the first time in a long time Episode 11: Almost complete Episode 12: Determined to survive, stay alive Episode 13: Fear Episode 14: Katsuki: You are going to beat this world

Season 3: Episode 15: Away with you Episode 16: Three months ago Episode 17: Slowly withering away Episode 18: Don't die, not yet Episode 19: How long before I’m alone Episode 20: Nothing else to lose Episode 21: Shoto: Everything you would be will be gone

Season 4: Episode 22: Trouble Episode 23: For however long that'll be Episode 24: Searching Episode 25: The fallen city Episode 26: Stay who you are Episode 27: All together Episode 28: F/n: With you beside me

Season 5: Episode 29: Here Episode 30: Cruel Episode 31: Too loud Episode 32: Back on road Episode 33: All is lost Episode 34: Safe in your arms Episode 35: And so it begins Episode 36: At stake Episode 37: Sorry or whatever Episode 38: Familiar eyes

Season 6: Episode 39: A relief Episode 40: Upcoming trouble Episode 41: Never to easy Episode 42: To good for death Episode 43: Old memories Episode 44: A stroke of luck Episode 45: Be aware Episode 46: Bait Episode 47: A thump in my heart Episode 48: Belong to me Episode 49: One step closer (Towards you)

Season 7: Episode 50: Sorston Episode 51: Tenderness Episode 52: Here to stay Episode 53: The start Episode 54: Crushed Episode 55: Reporting to duty Episode 56: Good morning and goodbye Episode 57: An end to sorrow, grief & regret Episode 58: On the move Episode 59: Confirmation Episode 60: The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

Season 8: Episode 61: Not who you were Episode 62: Just you and me

to be continued...

Book two: To The One You Left Behind

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Spinning out.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 14. Prompt: Water inhalation. Fandom: Top Gun (Maverick daughter reader x Bradley Bradshaw)

Summary: When a mission goes wrong and you and Rooster are sent into a tizzy, forcing you to eject, you run into a sticky situation when your lifevest fails to inflate.

Warnings: Drowning, Water inhalation, Near death experience, minor ptsd.

Word count: 2K

Notes: I'm sorry. (Side note, this can be plationic or romantic.)

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The sun was just rising above the skyline as the familiar rumble of the jet started up. Shortly after that came the weightlessness as it soared into the sky. It was supposed to be a simple mission, take down a couple of fighters that had stepped over the territory line, then return in time for a drink down at the ‘Hard Deck’. 

You would never not admire the way the world looked from up here as you soared between the mountains towards the ocean, leaving the base as a tiny grey speck in the distance. It took your breath away. 

“How’s it looking back there, Viper?” Rooster asked from the front of the jet. The com crackled in your ear.

“All good, roo.” You replied, glancing down at the multitude of buttons and screens.

Rooster has been your best friend since you were young. You had grown up with each other and worked your way through Top Gun to follow in your parents’ footsteps. He was the Goose to your Maverick. Literally. Although the two of you were only young when his dad passed, you had seen the way that it broke him, much like the way it broke your dad. And although you would never completely be able to understand Roosters grief, you stuck to him through thick and thin. 

Once you were finally old enough to join Top Gun, your dad was hesitant. He had lost his best friend. He wouldn’t lose you too, though it was all you knew. It was all you had wanted to do since you were 6 years old and playing with model planes in the garden with Brad. And so, there you were; strapped tightly to the chair of a plane hurtling through the atmosphere as your best friend’s RIO. And you couldn’t think of anything better. 

Time passed nonchalantly as the fighter edged towards the opposition. Although it was a standard mission that you had done hundreds of times you still couldn’t help but form an anxious knot in your stomach, especially when the other jets came into view.

“Bandits ahead.” You informed the Phoenix and Bob who were cruising along besides you.

“Copy.” 

You watched the small dots dance across the green screen. The triangle of fighters heading straight towards the four of you. “Heading straight towards us.” You told Rooster, who nodded abruptly and began to manoeuvre the plane to the right. 

“Taking evasive action.”

The jet swerved as it raced past the enemy, before setting in line behind them. They broke apart, scattering around you. 

“Shit.” Cursing, you tried to adjust the monitors to locate the plane that had slipped from view on the monitor. “I’ve lost one of them. Bob, anything.”

“Negative.”

As Rooster flew, you kept a keen eye out for the third plane which had vanished within the clouds that obscure your view. 

Thanks to his skilled training, Rooster managed to take down one of the enemy vessels without an issue. The second one was trickier, with both pairs of planes making a beeline towards it as it raced away, You could feel the force on your body making it harder to move as Bradley urged the plane forwards. You could see the two dots inching closer together until they were nearly aligned.”

“Rooster, I can’t get the shot.” Phoenix called out over. 

“Copy. Just give me a moment.”

Narrowing his eyes, Rooster placed his thumb over the missile, twisting the jet so that he could get a clear shot. When the lines finally aligned and the control panel let out a happy chirp, he pressed the trigger down, launching the missile which hit its target and sent it careening into the water. Phoenix congratulated your partner as you continued to search the sky for the missing plane. Though seemingly it was truly out of sight. After deciding that it may have retreated, and receiving the go ahead from Maverick to return to base, you reeled back around and began the journey home.

“I’m glad I can bring you back in one piece Y/N.” Brad sighed from in front of you. “Now there’s one less reason for Mav to kill me.”

That was when the monitors began blinking, and the third dot reappeared on the scanner.

“Break! Break!” You yelled as they locked onto your jet, launching a missile towards you. Quick on his feet, Rooster swerved. 

“Bandit found!” He called out over the comms as you moved to fiddle with the switches, although the frantic movement made it hard to move as it sent you sliding around. 

The enemy was suddenly coming up in front of you, causing Bradley to break hard. “Shit!”

When it pushed in front of you, the force which it left with, shoved your plane harshly, causing you to slam into the side of your chair. 

“Jet-wash!” He cried out.

There was no time to react as the force sent your plane spiralling. Lights flashed frantically in the cockpit as the high pitched alarm screeched. “Both engines out!” 

Without the aid of the engines the fighter jet was forced into a tizzy, twisting as it spun out of control. At some point the motion had slammed you into the glass of the cockpit. You cried out painfully.

“Viper!?”

Your body screamed at you as you tried to move but the force of your body as the jet rapidly dropped in attitude was too much to allow you to move. 

“Eject!” You told him, craning your head to twist towards the two loops that hung in between where the two of you were stationed.  “I can’t reach the handles. You have to eject!”

Eyes wide and frantic, Rooster reached behind him , fumbling for the fabric. When his shaky hands wrapped around them, he gave them a sharp tug and then the two of you went tumbling from the plane and hurtling towards the bottomless ocean. 

Rooster groaned against the heavy pull as his parachute opened. He watched anxiously for yours to fly open, letting out a breath when he saw it fly out behind you and your fall slow. But something was wrong, because when you hit the water, you didn’t come back up. 

Your arms flailed frantically as you tried to keep yourself afloat, but you had hit the water hard and every movement you made with your legs sent agony across your body, and without the aid of your life jacket, which failed to inflate, the parachute which quickly absorbed the water began to drag you down. You took a gasping breath as you heaved, trying to keep your head above the churning water, but it w as no use. You vanished beneath the surface of the water.

It was dark. And cold. And your lungs burned for air that wouldn’t come as your  lungs filled with water. You twisted, struggling within the fabric and rope which had wrapped itself around your body, tangling around you like you were a fish caught in a net. Your eyes stung with the assault of the water as you stared blankly at the inky green above you. Your movements slowed as your energy began to deplete, and soon you knew nothing but the dark and icy water.

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Rooster watched in horror as your head disappeared below the water and you didn't resurface. Struggling against the water, he swam as fast as he could. The heavy weight of his parachute slowed him down, trying to drag him towards the same fate as you, but he pushed himself forwards. He had to keep going, he had to get to you. Barely registering the loud humming of the helicopter above, he swam to the green ink that leaked from your suit and began to dive down. The resistance of his life jacket tried to pull him back towards the surface, but he could see you now. Your hair floated around your face, drifting as you lay motionless in the water. Your skin was pale and your lips were turning a shade of blue. He could see the chute wrapped around your ankle and the def

He outstretched his hand until his fingertips brushed yours, but then he was yanked back harshly by the buoyancy-aid. Cursing loudly, he dived back into the icy water, propelling himself forwards. When he finally managed to wrap his hands around yours, he pulled you towards him. His lungs burned and tiny air bubbles escaped from his nose. Fumbling, he struggled to unclip you from the parachute, but after finally freeing you from the binds, your body floated up with his easily. 

With a hard kick, Brad resurfaced and took a gasping breath, sucking the air greedily into his lungs and allowing the life jacket to do its job.

You lay morbidly still across his chest. Lips chapped and an ugly shade of blue. Bradley called out, crying your name and begging for your response but you said nothing. Did nothing. Not even your chest rose and fell. The helicopter settled above the water and soon there were hands on him, parting your lifeless body from him. He struggled against them, ignoring the pleading of the medics and the rescue team. He needed to get to you, but you were just too far away. 

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Maverick watched you anxiously from where you lay on the bed, hooked up to a line of machines. There was a cannula attached to your right side, so he held the left, bringing it up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss to it. Maverick would never forget the moment that he heard the alert come through on the radio. His body tensed and his heart stopped in his chest as though he had been gripped by one massive, icy hand. He refused to leave your side. Not even to sleep and that was because every time he closed his eyes, he was hit with the image of Goose, lying lifeless in the ocean. It was too similar; too much of a sick coincidence spat out by fate. But this time it was different. The two of you had clawed your way back. Rooster had been in a state when he returned; frantic and rambling. Mav hardly made him feel any better after yelling at him. The pilot’s stomach sank at that thought. Unmeaning to hurt the boy, scared he yelled at him- words he would never have said. The thought was relentless as it echoed in his head. 

You began to stir, blinking heavily against the fluorescent lights. Maverick sat forwards from where he was slumped in the armchair. He greeted you with a gentle smile as you turned to face him. 

“Hey kiddo.”

“Hm?” the noise you made was groggy as you shuffled. Your entire body ached like you had been bit by a truck. 

“Oh kid…” He cooed, tracing circles on your palm. “I’m so glad you’re ok.”

You nodded, scanning the room. “Brad?” Your voice was hoarse. 

“He’s…” Maverick didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had warned the boy away. But he was saved when the door peeled open and the tired boy pushed his way into the room. He had a small cut on his cheek and a blanket shawled around his shoulders. Bradley also shivered slightly. He stopped dead when he saw your eyes on him. 

“Y/N.”

You smiled. “Hey, Roo.”

Maverick watched the two of you intently. His daughter and his best friend's son. He saw the way that his features softened around you and the way that your eyes glistened as you listened to him chatter away. It was a moment of tenderness that brought a proud grin to his face and in that moment, Maverick knew that as long as you two had each other, you would always pull through.

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<-DAY 13 ⛤ DAY 15 ->

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Mechanic chapter 14

Note: direct follow up to chapter 13. This one has cost me blood, sweat and tears as they say 🥲.

Warnings: same as previous chapters.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x modern!Masema

summary: your reunion with Sihtric was bittersweet.

wordcount: 3,4k

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You both smiled and leaned in for a kiss, but you were stopped when a sudden clattering sound startled you both. And when you both looked into the direction the sound had come from, you saw the shadowy figure of a man standing in the door of the repair shop.

The clattering sound was heard again as the shadow slowly stalked closer, heavy boots colliding with the mechanical tools which were scattered on the concrete floor. You and Sihtric jumped up and he quickly shoved you behind him upon realising it's Masema.

'What are you doing with my woman?' Masema's threatening voice sounded calm but intense.

'She is not your woman,' Sihtric said coldly, his voice as calm and low like Masema's.

And only then you suddenly realised how their voices were identical, if it wasn't for the slight accent Sihtric spoke with, and that realisation frightened you seemingly out of nowhere once it hit you. Sihtric kept you behind him and you grabbed onto his arm, while Masema closed in with awfully slow and confident steps.

'I'm going to ask you to leave my property,' Sihtric said firmly, 'this place is closed for people right now, you have no right or reason to be here.'

'Sure,' Masema chuckled darkly, 'I'll leave your property,' he sniffed and looked around the repair shop, then stared with his piercing gaze into your eyes, 'if I get back my property.'

'She is not your property,' the mechanic scoffed, then lowered his voice as he spoke to you over his shoulder, 'call the cops for me, love.'

'Yeah, I wouldn't do that,' Masema smiled at you, amused.

'You're insane!' you suddenly exploded from behind your boyfriend, 'you do know the cops are looking for you, right? One call and you'll be locked up for good!'

'For good? Eh,' Masema shrugged and licked his lips, unphased, 'look, just don't make this a big deal now,' he looked back at Sihtric, 'hand her over and we will all leave unharmed. You have my word.'

'Call the cops,' Sihtric urged you while he kept his eyes on Masema, who stood merely five paces away now, 'I'm not letting you leave with her-'

'Oh, I think you will,' Masema said with a cocky smile, and suddenly pulled a gun out of his leather jacket as you reached for your phone.

You and Sihtric froze, your breath hitched in your throat while Sihtric stopped breathing for a second as he stared death right in the eyes.

'Think twice, sweetheart,' Masema said to you, 'make that call and your pathetic and unworthy lover will be dead as I pull the trigger. And I'll make you watch him bleed out.'

You stared at Masema, nailed to the ground and not moving an inch out of fear for what the madman was capable of. Your mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to get out of this mess, but suddenly only one question popped up in your mind.

'How… how did you know I was here?'

'I'm in your phone, darling,' Masema scoffed, almost offended that you asked such a stupid question, 'I've read all your texts and seen all your photos. And I also know you've been lying to me,' he clicked his tongue, 'you told me this guy was out of your life and yet,' he sighed and shook his head, 'and yet here you are, my promised wife spending time with her ex.'

'I am not promised to you, you fucking freak!' you snapped.

'Leave! Now!' Sihtric snarled at him, but he stopped talking as soon as Masema cocked the hammer of his gun, ready to fire as he kept his aim.

'Hand her over,' Masema demanded again, 'hand her over now!' he suddenly shouted, then lowered his volume again, 'hand her over, and then I'll leave.'

'No… no, you won't get her,' Sihtric breathed hard and unsteady, 'over my dead-'

'No!' you cried out and silenced Sihtric, 'd-don't,' you sniffled and hesitantly moved past him while you kept your eyes on Masema, 'I… I'll go with you, okay. I'll go-'

'No,' Sihtric gasped and pulled you back, 'don't do this, please,' his hands trembled as he held your face close to his, 'you can't go with him. I can't lose you again, please-'

'Sihtric,' you cried softly while feeling his breath on your lips, 'please, don't try to be a hero, okay? Please, just let me leave with him.'

'No,' the mechanic breathed, panicked as his tears took over, 'I- I can't just let you go-'

'Okay!' Masema sighed, agitated, 'that's enough,' he hissed and took your arm in a bruising grip, yanking you out of Sihtric's embrace, 'with me, now.'

'I will fucking kill you, you psycho!' Sihtric shouted hoarsely and cried while he just stood there, completely powerless, watching as he lost you once again.

'Kill me? Sure,' Masema snorted, 'I'd like to see you try, pretty boy. Look at you, you're pathetic,' he mocked as he pushed you towards the open door, 'you don't deserve her. You could never worship her.'

You cried but didn't protest while Masema dragged you with him outside, holding Sihtric at gunpoint until he reached his car and commanded you to get in the car.

'Where are you taking me?' you asked with a sob while Masema started his car.

'We, my darling, have a wedding to attend,' Masema said curtly, and he smiled like the devil as he gave Sihtric one last glare, before speeding off from the repair shop's parking lot. 

And you began to cry uncontrollably after you had caught one last glimpse of Sihtric in the rear-view mirror, who was truly the love of your life, as he ran out of the shop with a heartbroken look on his face while he saw Masema drive off with you into the night.

Sihtric wasted no time and he grabbed his helmet, his black leather jacket and his phone. He tracked your location while he jumped on his bike, revving the engine loudly before taking off with squeaking tires to follow wherever you were being taken to. It didn't take long before he figured out that Masema was abducting you to his church, the abandoned farm, and he became reckless. Speeding through the darkness of the night on his bike, wearing a black helmet but no other real protective gear that would keep him safe if he were to lose control over his bike, his flesh would simply be burned and scraped from his bones if he collided with the asphalt at the insane speed he was riding with. And if he would get hit by a car, again, there was no way of telling if he'd live to tell the tale this time. But Sihtric didn't care about the dangers that lured over his shoulder, no, all he cared about was you. And all he could think about was getting to you as fast as he possibly could. Your words echoed in his head as he sped over the highway. 'Don't try to be a hero.' But he had to, because he loved you and only you, and you were his princess, so what else was he supposed to do?

The sharp and cool evening wind sliced into his ungloved hands as he rode, piercing through his dirty work overalls and making his unzipped leather jacket dance in the wind. If he wasn't so pumped with adrenaline right now he would be shivering while he kept the throttle pinned almost fully open with his right hand, his knuckles white from the grip he held the handlebar with. He swayed smoothly left and right, overtaking the few lonely cars and trucks on the road at such a late hour, while his eyes kept darting back and forth between the road ahead and his phone, which was secured on his handlebar mount, as it showed your live location. Masema was too far ahead for him to see on the road, but he knew he was closing in and he also knew the church wasn't that far away anymore. His motorcycle made a haunting sound as he opened the gas completely, making it roar for a moment when the road was straight, before he had to make a sharp turn to go to the outskirts of town.

Just as quick as Masema had dragged you towards his car he dragged you out of it again. You had cried the entire way to the farm, and you had no idea how long the drive had actually been, but Masema had been driving like a mad man too, so you were at the wedding destination before you knew it. And Masema didn't have to explain it to you, you already knew that it would be your wedding you were attending.

The church was dark and deserted, you wanted to ask why there was no one else around but the maddening look in his eyes told you enough. This was an impulsive move to tie you to him and his church, and there were to be no witnesses. He would simply tell everyone else you two had eloped, happily in love, and because everyone always believed the rules and stories he made up on his own all the time, no one would even think to question the marriage after the fact.

Masema flicked on the hard white lights in the abandoned building and shoved you towards an improvised altar in the middle of the room. You tripped because of the force he used and fell down to your knees, scraping your hands in the process on the cold concrete floor. Masema was quick to grab your arm and he pulled you up your feet. Clearly he had done a bit of preparation before he came to take you away from Sihtric, as official marriage documents were placed on the table that made for an altar, waiting to be signed by you both. And Masema wasn't stupid, he knew you would never sign those documents without a little push, so to give you a hint that it was best to sign it, he took his gun and laid it down next to the pen you were expected to sign with. He paced back and forth while he gave you a moment to compose yourself, understanding it was a lot to take in. He wasn't pleased that he had taken you away from Sihtric by force, but you had left him no other choice.

'Why me?' you whispered, after having summoned the courage to speak, 'I'm a nobody.'

'That is exactly why you,' Masema snarled as he rushed towards you, 'because no one would bat an eye if you disappeared and came to live here with us. And you,' he cupped your cheeks and inhaled sharply, 'you're so easy to manipulate,' he cooed and chuckled darkly, 'making you one of my wives means you will do whatever I say in the end. And together we can lead my people. I need a young wife, a pretty little thing like you who is not married to someone else, so I can have you all for myself. And I will breed you and we will be gods, my darling.'

'But I don't want to be a part of your cult!' you shouted, desperately, 'You're a monster! You believe that everyone who thinks differently than you deserves death! And I will not be a part of your madness! Because that is what you are, Masema! You're a fucking madman creating an army of psychos!'

Masema clicked his tongue and almost snarled at you.

'You will be my wife!' he then barked and grabbed your wrists painfully hard, pulling you towards the table with the papers and his weapon, 'and you will sign!'

You grew silent when you noticed his gun was right next to the pen you were to sign away your life with, and it all seemed to suddenly dawn on you that going on that very first bike ride with Masema was the biggest mistake of your life, and it had led you to this very moment. You swallowed hard as tears streamed down your face, and you picked up the pen with your trembling hand.

Sihtric had parked his bike out of sight from the farm, just like the other times he had stepped foot on Masema's ground before, and he dragged his leather boots through the dirt as fast and as quietly as he could. As he neared the dimly lit farmhouse he cursed himself internally for not having brought any weapon himself, as he remembered Masema had a gun. And he got the confirmation that Masema still had the gun with him when he carefully peeked through the window and saw the weapon on a table with some papers. Sihtric frowned at the whole ordeal, and he then saw Masema speak to you in a threatening way, but he couldn't decipher what was being said. 

His hands began to itch with anger when he saw your tears and the way Masema grabbed your wrists, which must have been bruisingly hard for he yanked you towards the table with a brute force. Masema then pointed at the papers on the table, with a furious and maddening look on his face, and Sihtric exhaled shakily when he realised he truly needed something to defend himself with. He would do nothing rather than burst through the door and punch the guy who looks like him in the face, take you in his arms and ride away with you on his bike as fast as he could, but he knew he wouldn't stand a chance if Masema got a hold of the gun before his fist would land between his eyes. For a moment he considered calling the cops, but Sihtric was too stubborn to do that, even though he knew that having Masema arrested would probably solve everything. But he couldn't stand the thought of Masema being locked away and not having the chance to bash his head in before, so he made another reckless decision and refused to call for help.

Sihtric crouched down and quietly made his way around the building, hoping to find something he could use as a weapon against the maniac inside. His eyes scanned the fields, the moonlight illuminating his view, and when he was about to give up the hope he'd find a weapon of sorts and would just ram the door and hope for the best, he suddenly found a crowbar next to an old and broken down truck. His first thought was to ram the door and attack Masema with the crowbar, but he then figured Masema's bullets were still a threat to him. He pondered for a moment, and then his eyes landed on Masema's car. The same car Masema had taken you away with from him, and Sihtric fought a dangerous grin.

The tip of the pen was pressed onto the marriage papers, your fingers squeezing it so hard that the skin under your nails had turned colour. You considered another desperate plea to just be released, but you knew it would be useless. You would never get away from Masema, no matter what you did. You knew if you would manage to escape he would continue to follow you forever, so you might as well try to accept that this insane man was going to be your husband for the rest of your life. It was simply the safest option, but not any less of a nightmare. You took a deep breath, and your brain began to send the signals to your hand to move and place your signature on the dotted line. The pen seemed to move painstakingly slow as the ink came out in shaky lines. Masema smiled satisfied while he still towered over you, watching how you slowly traced the pen across the sheet, but his satisfied smile quickly fell when you were both startled by a harsh sound that came from just outside the building.

You let out a gasp and dropped the pen as your body jerked out of fear at the sudden sound. Masema snapped his head towards the door and you both waited while a long silence fell. And then, moments later, another hard blow was heard, and this time you and Masema both heard the recognisable sound of glass being broken and a car alarm that began to ring in the night. And again, and again, the breaking sound continued outside and Masema huffed in anger and confusion. He stormed towards the door and almost kicked it open, only to freeze on the doorstep once he saw his car had been completely damaged. The windows were either cracked or fully missing, the sides had dents and scratches beyond repair and smoke erupted from underneath its bashed in hood.

'What the fuck!' Masema shouted and ran to his car, then stopped dead in his tracks when he heard another loud bang coming from his right side, and he looked towards where the noise came from.

Masema was baffled as he saw Sihtric, with a crowbar in his hands, standing next to a bike whose mirrors had already been torn off.

'Get away from my fucking bike!' Masema snarled and he ran towards Sihtric, who did not stop and continued to vandalise the vehicle into ruins.

Sihtric grunted with anger as he destroyed Masema's bike, and he knew chances of Masema carrying his gun were big and that destroying his ways of transportation might just be the last thing he'd ever do, but then so be it. Masema had fallen for the trap and had left the building, and Sihtric hoped it had given you time to run or, to be smart and do what he did not do, call the cops.

Masema ran towards Sihtric and landed a hard kick to the mechanic's stomach, which punched the air out of his lungs and caused him to fall backwards. The crowbar had slipped out of his hand, and Masema kicked it away as Sihtric wanted to retrieve it. He grabbed Sihtric by his leather jacket and punched him in the face, only to be met with the cracking sound of bones as he received a kick to his knee, which made him groan in agony and he released Sihtric as he stumbled backwards. Sihtric crawled back up on his feet and, as he managed to grab the crowbar again, was suddenly spooked by the sound of a gun being fired twice, and he ducked, just like Masema. Both men needed a few seconds to realise they weren't wounded, and then they looked up as they heard you scream at the top of your lungs.

'Don't you fucking move!' you screamed as your voice trembled, pointing the gun towards both men with shaking hands.

Your vision was blurred because of your tears, and for a moment you couldn't figure out who was Masema and who was Sihtric, so you quickly wiped your eyes and sniffled as you did.

'You need to leave me alone!' you cried, 'do you hear me!' you shouted and finally pointed the gun at Masema when you recognised the evil in his demeanour, 'you will leave me the fuck alone and you will let me leave with Sihtric! I swear I will fucking kill you!'

Masema held up his hands and he looked down at the ground, not being able to look you in the eyes like the coward he really was once he lost control over somebody. Sihtric cautiously got up, holding his hands up too while still holding the crowbar, and he took a careful step towards you as you eyes were completely fixated on Masema. You then gave Sihtric a quick look, to which he froze, terrified you were going to shoot him for a moment, but he felt a relief wash over him when you gave him a curt nod, allowing him to come closer. And as Sihtric made his way over to you, partly limping after the hard kick he had received to his body, he made sure to knock the light out of Masema's eyes as he gave him a hard blow to the back of his head with the crowbar. You shrieked as Masema hit the ground and covered your mouth with one hand, holding the gun in your other, and Sihtric was fast to limp over to you and take the gun out of your hands while you trembled and cried, exhausted.

'It's okay,' Sihtric said and hushed you as he pulled you in his arms, after having put the safety back on the gun before he tucked it in his jeans, 'it's over, love. It's over,' he reassured you as he held you while you cried in his chest, 'we're going to call the cops and then I'm taking you home with me.'

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[theworldofwars]

American gunners loading a 14 inch naval gun shells onto an ammunition car at Thierville, 29 October 1918.

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[iceman-maverick]

(temporary) amnesia/"I don't understand what that means."

“I don’t understand what that means,” Ice blinks. 

Maverick drops his head to hands and begins to say the alphabet backwards in his head to keep himself from throwing the damn clipboard out the window. 

“Ice,” Maverick tries again, “It’s a consent form. You have to sign it so that I can take you home,” 

Ice nods, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyebrows scrunch as he re-reads the papers in front of him for now the third time since the nurse began the discharge process.

Maverick can't find it in himself to be too put out, though. The bandage around Ice’s forehead must be bothering him since his fingers keep inching their way up to pull at it as he reads. Maverick, unwilling to stare at Ice in discomfort any longer, stands and crosses the distance between his chair and Ice’s bed.

Why they’d require a temporary amnesiac to fill out medical forms, Maverick does not know. But what he does know is that Ice is exhausted, likely in far more pain than he’s letting on, and that hospitals give Mav the creeps. 

All compelling reasons to get this show on the road. 

“Here,” Mav says, sitting down on the bed’s edge and plucking the clipboard from Ice's hands, “What are you confused about?” 

Ice has done a good job filling it out so far - no small feat given the massive concussion and head wound he earned himself this morning by accidentally smashing the edge of his car door into his forehead. Maverick had nearly had a heart attack when he found him crumpled in the garage in a pool of blood. So much for beating the morning traffic.

Ice has spelt his name correctly, has the right address, and even marked down the correct pharmacy around the block from their house. Mav squints his eyes - a perfect mirror of Ice before - as he combs through the forms to find the hold up. 

Ice huffs and points to the bottom section of the second to last page in the packet. It reads: Caregiver Consent Form. It’s a check list of the basics - caution when using ovens and other hot surfaces, no operating heavy machinery (Mav’s assuming that would include an F-14), and recommendations to lock up hazardous materials out of sight of the patient. 

Ice, clearly running low on patience and eager to get out of the bustling ER, draws his finger over the large paragraph of legal jargon that has Maverick’s eyes swimming. Ice points out Maverick’s legal name as Ice's designated caregiver and then taps on the portion of the form left blank: Relationship to patient. 

He looks back to Maverick, eyes wide, and asks, “What am I supposed to put here?” 

Maverick blinks at the form. Relationship. Huh.

They’ve been living together for the better part of two years now with Ice having moved in once he joined Maverick back at Top Gun. And they’ve been um, well, together for pretty much just as long. They never talked about labels but it’s been exclusive since the start and Ice has been wearing Mav’s dog tags since January. 

Maverick doesn’t have the slightest idea what that makes them but friends sure as hell doesn’t fit. He smirks a bit, and peers around their section of the ER to make sure nobody’s looking. The ER is in total chaos anyways - nurses scrambling, children screaming, and what looks to be a fist fight soon to be erupt between two elderly women fighting over the lone issue of People Magazine. 

Maverick leans in and presses a quick kiss to Ice’s cheek, and then takes advantage of Ice's poor, frazzled state to snatch the pen from Ice’s grasp. Maverick delights in the flush that colors Ice's cheeks, and then he begins to write. Ice recovers from his shock quickly, sputters once he reads what Maverick's writing, and then shoves at Maverick’s arm.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Ice whispers furiously as Mav breaks out into giggles. 

“Alright, alright, calm down,” Mav laughs as he scratches out his now aborted attempt at Boyfriend. He instead opts for the safer Roomate. “It’s a Civvy hospital, nobody would’ve found out,” 

“You’re an idiot,” Ice huffs fondly, shoving again at Mav’s arm. Ice quickly glances around the place and decides that the cost is clear. Or maybe it's the pain killers dulling his judgement. Either way, Ice drags his fingers lightly down Maverick’s forearm and then intertwines their fingers. 

“Take me home,” Ice whispers. He squeezes once, Maverick squeezes back twice. 

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[archivist-crow]

On this day:

On October 20, 1967, Roger Patterson and Bob Gimlin rode their horses along the partially dried Bluff Creek in Northern California, examining the ground as they went. The two men were in search of tracks that would prove the existence of sasquatch. On this day, they rounded a substantial stack of timber that had tumbled together and inadvertently surprised a large hairy creature crouched by a stream. Both horses reared in fright, tossing their riders. Patterson quickly recovered and grabbed his hand-held 16-mm cinecamera. The sasquatch stood and, arms swinging, walked calmly, but quickly into the forest. Patterson ran after the creature.

Gimlin followed at a safe distance, gun at the ready, in case his friend should be attacked. At 80 feet from the animal, Patterson stopped running and began to film. Before the creature completely disappeared, Patterson got a clear look at its conical head, dark fur, and large breasts. The fernale sasquatch was about seven feet tall, had a three-foot shoulder span, and a heavy brow ridge over the eyes of an otherwise flat face. Her weight was calculated to be 700 pounds. The two men took photos and made casts of her 14½-by-6-inch footprints.

Shortly after, Canadian taxidermist Bob Titmus followed the tracks and plotted their route, comparing it to the sasquatch's movements in Patterson's film. He discovered that at one point, the creature sat on a hillside, possibly watching Patterson and Gimlin catch their horses. The Six Rivers National Forest had begun to be a known point of Bigfoot activity after road construction opened up the area ten years earlier. Road workers had noticed a variety of large, humanlike footprints, between twelve and seventeen inches long, in the impressionable ground, and when the newspapers carried a story about the prints, the word bigfoot was coined.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violini, published by Weiser Books, 2009

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[korizzybee]

Puppet

Info: reader is black and fem, she’s also taller than Ciel by 2 inches making her 5’2, reader is a maid, reader is 13-14

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Day in and day, you trained and trained. You trained until you could no longer all so you could protect your master. Why wouldn’t you? He had practically saved your life. Your name is [Name] [Surname], you come from a family that lives in the west coast of the Caribbeans. At least, that’s what you were told.

You actually don’t know where you come from, all you remember is one day waking up on a ship with a katana by your side and knowing that you were born with a gift that allowed you to create weapons from your body by transforming the lipids and fat cells into your creations. You were trained, since you were 10 years old, as a human weapon.

No one treated you like a human being, had no feelings, no soul of your own. Your previous master made you go on dangerous missions, not giving a damn wether you had sustained serious injuries or not. Of course he wasn’t too evil, you thought, he would give you short resting periods in between if an injury was very serious. He can’t have his weapon dying on him, now can he?

You had grown used to his cruel actions towards you, and had become numb. No light shining in your eyes, not a single wince shown on your face when you were punished by your master for doing something that was ‘not to his standards’. Your current mission, ‘Eliminate Ciel Phantomhive and Return With His Head on A Platter’ was how you ended up in the situation you’re in now.

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Of course you would screw up this mission. Your master knew you would screw up this mission, you could bet he was sitting in his office chair right about now, laughing and imagining the surprised look on your face when you found out Ciel Phantomhive was a child. A kid only a year younger than you. You could cut down a man in an instant using your sharpest blade, splatter a woman’s brains across a wall using your finest gun…

But a child? You had never been fond of killing children, especially ones younger than you no matter the age gap. The moment you saw his face you hesitated, your blade shaking in your grasp. And that’s what led to your downfall, here you were pinned to the ground by the kid’s butler. “My, what do we have here Sebastian?” Phantomhive asked his butler, he had your hands tied behind your back.

“This seems to be the rumored, man slaying assassin, Puppet.” Sebastian informed his master, “but…she is just a child.” He finished in a voice that almost sounded like disappointment. Puppet. How you hated that name. You were not a puppet to anyone, at least, not in your eyes. “If you wish to kill me I suggest you do it now, or else I cut your butler down where he stands.” You threatened with a monotone voice.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure if wether or not you could slice this man down. There was something…off..about him, you couldn’t put your finger on it but it was almost like he wasn’t even human. Like he was something else entirely…

“You can try if you’d like, puppet, but I assure you my butler isn’t one to go down so easily.” Phantomhive said with a slight, cocky smirk displayed on his lips. “You’re quite cocky for a small, frail child such as yourself.” You reply to him in slight irritated tone. You hated that word, puppet. It made you feel as though you weren’t your own person.

He walked towards you and Sebastian, looking down at you as if you were inferior to him in a way. It made your stomach boil, you’d never felt this type of distaste for anyone before. Not even your abusive master. “You’re a child too.” He said with a scoff, “Just a slightly older and taller one. You may be good with weapons, but your skills with them aren’t useful if you end up losing a match against someone.”

He then smirked and raised an amused eyebrow, “From what I hear at least, you can conjure up the weapons from your body using your body fat. Is that true?” He asked, bending down to get a better look at you. Sebastian looked down at you. “And if it were?” You responded, that gave them everything they needed to know. “She would be a good addition to our staff, don’t you think so, My Lord?” Sebastian asked Phantomhive with an almost cat-like smile.

“She would indeed. So what do you say, Puppet? Will you join the Phantomhive Manor as a maid?” That choice…is up to you…

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AN: hey everyone!!! I just wanted to post a lil sum sum to let y’all know I’m still alive. As you all know school, at least in south of North America, is starting back in August so I’ve been busy making my schedule and getting my supplies. I also want to let everyone know that yes I am still a minor and I am just now going to in to high school.

When August 14 hits I will be offline for at least until December because I want to focus on my grades especially because I’m taking some AP classes. The reason I haven’t been posting much during the summer is because I do both summer basketball and volleyball for my school, and I’ll be doing track nearing the end of the school year so don’t expect a lot of posts then either.

I’ve also been burnt out from sports and had writers block as well, but since I heard Black Butler was getting a third season (where it follows the manga canon) I wanted to write something for Ciel in celebration of that. I will post more chapters to my ATSV OC fanfic but idk when that will be. I will try to post more before August 14, but if I don’t then, oh well.

I’ve been feeling a little more motivated to write, especially since Summer is coming to an end so fast. I have 5 WIPs in my drafts that idk when I will be releasing. My request box is also looking a little dry so don’t be afraid to request anything, just take a look at the rules above. If my works come out slow please remember that I am someone who puts her grades and mental health first before touching social media.

Anyways I love you all, have a good day/night wherever you are. ❤️

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[lonestarbattleship]

View of the 14 inch guns of USS TEXAS (BB-35). She was in Port Townsend, Washington.

Note: the Hanriot HD2 aircraft on turret #2.

Date: December 3-4, 1920.

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[uss-edsall]

Why did the British and Americans followed the Washington treaty for so long despite the fact the Japanese gave up on it and Germans or Italians barely adhered to it in the first place?

It’s a combination of the Great Depression, the treaty having given them the largest ratio of allowed forces, in some cases the treaties actually allowing more than they actually had, and a truly desperate desire to believe WWI really had been the war to end all wars.

With reduced budgets from the Great Depression laying waste to swathes of naval plans, adhering to the treaty was seen as a good compromise with the bean counters. The London Naval Treaties that followed added additional stipulations or raised the capacity allowed - the 1930 treaty, for example, had a higher capacity than the US actually had for cruisers, and the US immediately started building some to make up the difference (and add some jobs to offset the depression).

There are additional factors like the American Nye Committee, which investigated whether or not war profiteering from arms manufacturers helped the US enter World War I - Congress finding little evidence didn’t assuage American public fears. The idea of the US expanding its military in the 1930s had very little domestic support. This being said, the US didn’t entirely stay with it either, in 1938, seeing as how everyone had ditched the conference, Congress agreed to building another Yorktown-class carrier - USS Hornet - and the Navy began designing the Essex-class. In the 1935 London treaty the US pushed for an ‘escalator clause’ on the limitation to 14-inch guns on battleships, allowing 16-inch guns if a Washington Treaty signatory refused to sign by 1937, which happened, and is why the Iowa-class was built with 16-inch guns instead of the 14-inch guns originally envisioned.

So, long story short: both the UK and the US saw the treaty to their benefit. It assuaged fears of warmongering at home, kept the budget down, gave them the highest allocation of forces, and then they gamed the system anyway. Adhering to the treaty was better for the domestic view and re-election then abandoning it, a sort of ‘we’re honourable, we don’t abandon treaties we sign’ deal. But by the late 30s both nations were aware it wasn’t going to last, both started to breach the 1935 conference years before its expiration date of 1942 - and Germany’s invasion of Poland in 1939 effectively made the treaties and their limitations cease to exist.

[toasterbunnicula]

me: (gets 14 inches of hair cut off) :D

starkid immediately after: nice, anyways here’s a musical with a character you love and could easily do as a halloween costume with clothes from your closet, a few props like a fake gun or the book, and maybe some fake blood from spirit halloween. too bad you cut it off!

me: D:

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[zoesblogsposts]

o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

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[silly-tanks-and-other-things]

This is the Ford Model 1918 3-Ton tank.

Designed in 1918 by the Ford Motor Company, it was one of the first American tanks ever produced.

The M1918 weighed only 3 tons, as the full name suggests. It was an incredibly small tank, measuring 4.3 metres (14 ft) long, 1.8 metres (6 ft) wide, and 1.8 metres tall, and having just two crew members (one driver, one gunner) in its extremely cramped hull.

Despite its engines having been pulled right out of a Ford Model T and getting discribed as anemic, the M1918 had a fairly quick top speed for the time at 12.8 km/h (8 miles/h)

Those silly arms on the back of the tank help it avoid getting stuck in ditches!

Despite being intended as a light tank, the first two prototypes didn't even have a gun. They were effectively just lightly armoured boxes that you could sit a person in.

The idea behind the M1918 was that it would be used to safely transport soldiers and weaponry onto a battlefield, though it didn't end up being very good at that.

This thing was a death box :D

It was based off of the French Renault FT-17, but is worse in almost every way possible.

When the final design of the M1918 eventually got to have a machine gun, it would still be incredibly limited in its use due to an extremely small range of motion. And although the tank does have angled armoured plating unlike SOME early tanks (looking at you, Sturmpanzerwagen A7V), the armour thickness was only a maximum of half an inch thick, leaving it vulnerable to anti-tank weaponry and concentrated machine gun fire.

On both the FT-17 and the M1918, the engines are located directly behind the crew compartment. The FT-17 has a metal divider between the engines and crew to give them time to escape in case of an engine fire.

The M1918 doesn't!

If you are operating this tank and the engines catch fire, you are dead!

Isn't that wonderful? :D

The US Army had a contract with Ford to produce 15 thousand M1918s, though testing proved the use of the tank to be quite limited compared to the readily available FT-17s. Production was halted after WW1 ended, with only 15 tanks being fully complete, and not one of them ever saw combat.

The two surviving M1918s are located in the National Armor and Cavalry Museum in Fort Benning, Georgia and the Ordnance Collection in Fort Lee, Virginia.

Sources: X , X

#This tank is such a deathbox though #I was literally screaming while researching this #history #tankposting #tanks #ww1 history #ww1 tanks #American tanks #American history