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[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 1) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Hey guys! Since 'Mechanised Devotion' has finished, I thought I would play around with a new story. Still about our favourite murder-man, but set a little further back in time and before the murderin. I hope you like it!~

Cw: CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce (more tags will be added later in the story)

The alarm clock on your bedside table sounded way too loud as it trilled next to your head, groaning as you kept your eyes closed and tried to hit it with your hand before reluctantly opening them, glaring at the thing and scrunching your nose up before hitting the button to turn it off. Mornings were never your thing, but you had to get up early for something important and you knew you would have kicked yourself if you missed it.

Scraping yourself out of bed and padding through your house, you began the day. A breakfast of cereal because you didn't quite trust the new cooker, or your cooking skills, that had been fitted by your landlord a few days before, quick shower and navigating the stacks of boxes you had yet to unpack despite moving in two weeks ago to find where you had put your laundry down. Because of course you still hadn't built your wardrobe yet either, plus you didn't own the tools to make it.

You finally found the pile, thumbing through it until you managed to find a nice pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a plaid shirt to pull on top. You managed to get changed quickly after that and pulled on your black ankle boots, lacing them up quickly before finally heading out the door. Closing and opening it again as you realised you'd forgotten your keys and to brush your hair. The downside to not being a morning person and having to do things.

Grabbing your bike, the journey was pretty short to where you were headed, the heated Utah air making you puff slightly as you cycled, but it was no trouble in the small town since everything was fairly close by.

Parking up your bike, you looked up at the building and smiled, feeling a sense of nervousness coming over you and making your pulse quicken. The face of the smiling, waving bear wearing a hat and bowtie looked down at you with the bold words 'Freddy Fazbear's' in colourful neon, watching as kids excitedly dragged their parents inside to play in the arcade, eat greasy pizza and watch the animatronic shows you knew they had inside.

Not that you had had a chance to go before.

Heading inside, a woman with curly hair and a bright smile greeted families as they came inside the restaurant, the smell of fresh pizza and sickly sweetness washed over you like a little kid's dream. The woman wore a bright red jacket with a little name-tag, and a blouse with a confetti pattern beneath it, black slacks and black shoes stepped out from behind her little podium as she saw you looking slightly in awe and lost at the same time. Still grinning as she tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump slightly.

"Hey there, you look like you're new to Freddy's! Is there anything I can help you find today?" Her voice was chipper, but you smiled as you recognised the friendly tones of a customer service voice. Nodding your head and looking about curiously as you spoke.

"Um.. Sort of? I heard there were some jobs going and I wondered if there were still positions open?" The woman seemed to light up as you asked and nodded, gesturing to a man nearby who wore a similar uniform, plastered with the same customer service smile.

"Garret, can you watch my stand pretty please? It seems like we have a new friend for the Fazbear family!" Watching as the man, or rather that he was closer, spot-faced teenaged boy, nodded after looking you over.

"Sure Stacey, just don't wander off too far, you know how the bosses get when front isn't covered." He didn't seem to have Stacey's enthusiasm for the company, but you allowed the woman to lead you to a door marked as 'employees only' through a sea of hyper-active children, spilt drinks and arcade ticket ribbons that fluttered about like little flags behind excited children.

The robots on stage were singing a song, kids gathered around the stage and making the kids scream in delight each time they moved and blinked. One thing that you hadn't anticipated was how loud the place would be, and stepping through the employee door, you were almost sure you had gone deaf with quiet everything suddenly was.

"They make the doors mostly sound-proof in this back area." Stacey explained, tilting her head back and forth to crack her neck and shoulders dropping as if she had taken a burden off. Turning her head and revealing a slightly pissed looking face which threw you off guard. "Don't worry if I'm not smiling, my face just hurts from being on the front of house. It's great to see all the kids, but fuck will I have better jaw muscles than the football team by the time I'm finished here."

You couldn't help but laugh at her calloused humour, walking besides her so that you wouldn't have to make her crane her neck more.

"So that whole 'Fazbear family' thing?" You enquired, making her hum as she thought about it for a second before realising what you were asking about.

"Oh! One of the owners is super family oriented, so he wants us to be a 'family'. So you know, we're not staff unless we're talking to a parent, if a kid asks you're 'A friend of...' well usually we say Freddy's, but you can pick whatever animatronic you like." She explained, navigating the distinctly plainer back-halls of the establishment, more concrete than the colourful explosion of the room itself. You supposed being surrounded by that much colour all day everyday was probably not good for you.

"So I'll be taking you to see Mr.Emily, he's the really nice one. He operates Fredbear occasionally too, but not so often now that he hurt his shoulder." Raising an eyebrow at her as you couldn't help but ask a question.

"So there's a not-so nice one?" Stacey snorted as you asked and rolled her eyes, giving you a tired smile and pausing in the hallway, looking both ways before speaking lowly to you.

"Yeah and no. Mr. Afton is... well he doesn't seem to be much a people person, stays in the workshop most of the day and occasionally comes out. But he's also like, the sole operator for the Spring Bonnie costume."

As she set off together with you, you couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Afton was perhaps just sick of being surrounded by screaming kids all day, but you thought about the fact that he was one of the bosses and found it admirable that both of them seemed so dedicated to remaining involved in the restaurant. Eventually you reached a set of doors, one on the left and the right, both with name-plates. The one on the left had a window next to the door, letting you peer inside at the jumble of paperwork stacked everywhere as well as a wall filled with children's drawings of the various animatronics, including a yellow bear and rabbit that you didn't really recognise from any of the information you had found about the place.

Stacey knocked on the door and waved through the window, smiling brightly as she opened the door after a moment's pause.

"Hey sir, sorry to bother you but this young lady was asking about a job."

You got your first glimpse of Henry Emily, his hair was dark and curly, kept relatively short, but he was tanned, his eyes green eyes begining to crinkle at the edges as he broke out into a wide welcoming smile. You could tell that he was a fairly slender man, dressed in a white shirt and yellow tie, his left arm in a dark blue sling but adorned with various stickers that you figured had been placed there by plenty of kids over the time it had been on. As he stood up, he was around average height, if slightly taller, extending his good hand out to you to shake.

"Sorry if you're a lefty, I'm on light duties whilst my shoulder heals up." He grinned, a warm mid-west accent creeping through before he gestured for you to come in and made a motion towards an unoccupied spot on a small fold-out chair near all the drawings.

"Stacey, you can take your fifteen now, grab yourself something to eat if you want. You must be tired already today, busy busy busy!" Henry smiled and you watched as Stacey smiled graciously, nodding before heading back down the corridor, giving you a little wave as she left.

Henry turned to you, giving you a warm welcoming smile as he took a seat again, leaving the door open and moving back and forth in the spinning office chair with his foot. Giving you a general look over as you tried to sit and make yourself presentable.

"What's your favourite animatronic?"

"Sir?" You asked, confused by the question initially, blushing as he chuckled and shuffled in his chair, gesturing to the image on his desk, one amongst a clutter of photo frames of him with what looked like a wife and a cute kid, and just the kid. But he was pointing to a photo with seven mascots in it.

"Which is your favourite? Everybody has a favourite whilst working here, or for a young lady like you, you surely had a favourite growing up and coming here!"

"Oh, I um.. I'm from out of town, I never grew up with Freddy's." You explained, somehow feeling embarrassed about the fact, watching as Mr. Emily's eyes went wide and he placed a hand over his heart, leaning back and making you concerned before he dramatically placed his hand on his forehead and then grinned at you.

"Don't worry about it kiddo, I know not everybody grew up around here. How about we walk around and I can show you them. Maybe you'll pick up a favourite!" He seemed genuinely to be excited to show you, so you followed him out of his office, glancing at the door opposite and reading the name on it, hearing a chuckle from Henry as he noticed you looking.

"Ah, that's my partner's office, William Afton. Unless you have a technical concern or issue, I'd keep out of his way. He's...." He paused as he tried to find the word to describe him without painting him in a bad light, his hand waving in the air in a small circle as if that would fan the word into his mind.

"He's more technology inclined?" You offered up, making the man besides you laugh and pat your shoulder in the way that a proud dad would.

"Yes! William is certainly more into robots than people, so unless you want to interview to join the workshop, I won't introduce you to him today."

Making your way back through the halls, you both came out into the pizzeria and the noise almost knocked you over. Henry smiled at you reassuringly though and kept close to you so that you wouldn't get lost on the floor, stopping and talking to people as he went, making them smile and laugh and you couldn't help but do so too. His happiness was infectious. But he spent the time infront of the stage and explaining who each animatronic was, a little bit of their backstory fore their 'lore' and what they did, including a stop by Pirate's Cove where you were introduced to Foxy, the pirate animatronic who was looking a little worse for wear compared to the others.

"He's been meaning to be fixed up, but now some of the kids quite like how he looks since apparently he 'looks like he's been on adventures'." Mr. Emily chuckled as you left the area, making you smile too.

"That is incredibly cute."

"So miss..." you gave your name as he trailed off, giving a nervous chuckle, him repeating it back to you with a sheepish smile. "when would you like to join the Fazbear family?"

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[zeldahime]

Baaj Nwaavjo I'tah Kukveni Grand Canyon National Monument has been fought for for over a decade by the Native American peoples of northern Arizona and southern Utah and it's finally happening!

https://ictnews.org/news/biden-designates-grand-canyon-a-national-monument

(ICTNews is Indian Country Today; I don't know why it's not making an auto-link like the other ones.)

In his dedicating remarks, President Biden acknowledged the violent displacement of the Havasupai, which feels massive to me. I don't know off the top of my head that Clinton or Obama or Bush ever acknowledged the painful and brutal history of the colonization of the West when dedicating monuments; I know without checking that Trump certainly never did.

This is a massive victory. I'm so proud and happy for everyone back home right now.

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[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 10

Hello! So I’m wondering if people aren’t seeing my posts, I got someone on one these (don’t remember if it was this one or Roads...but they said that somehow they had missed the last three). I also noticed that a couple of the writing tags *I* follow didn’t update when they put out a new part of their story, I only noticed that they put it out because I dig through the #steddie tag several times a day.

So let me know if you’re still seeing my tags or not.

The application process has begun! Just a note on Argyle’s last name. The fandom doesn’t have one for him and they usually don’t give him one. It took a lot of research (the character looks Native American but the actor is an American born to two Mexican parents.) So after some seriously thought I landed on Rivera.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3  Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8  Pt 9

***

The first guy’s name was Keith Langston and he had been learning to tattoo through buying large swaths of pig skin. The guy’s portfolio was entirely of pig skin tattoos.

“Have you ever tattooed human skin or on a live person?” Steve asked looking over the portfolio turning each page slowly. “It can even be yourself. Or even just drawing on yourself?” He added, because that’s how he got into tattooing.

Keith scoffed. “That’s what I’m here for. To tattoo other people. I only go to the best to get my body tattooed.”

Steve smiled. “And who are your favorite artists?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Like only the greats. Leonard Killgrave, Ollie Peterson, Trent Sullivan. You know, those guys.”

How Steve managed to avoid wincing, he could only attest to years of customer service. Because he had never heard of any of them. And Hopper was no slouch in the social aspect of being a tattoo parlor owner. He knew most of the shop owners and good portion of the artists under them. They weren’t from Indy that was for sure.

And then it hit him. They weren’t from Indy. They were probably from Chicago or New York, maybe even Boston. This prick was traveling out of state to get his tattoos.

“I see,” was all Steve said. They talked some more about Keith’s abilities and where he hoped to be in five years.

“Well, you got to where you are in five years,” Keith sneered. “I fully expect to world renowned in that time.”

Steve’s eye twitched. “Thank you so much for your time.” He handed back the portfolio and didn’t even bother to stand.

Keith stormed off muttering about asshole douchebags who thought they were still in high school.

Yeah, Steve was not hiring Keith.

The next one was Eden Bingham. She was the Goth chick with the fluffy black hair and the piercings.

“Hello,” she greeted as Steve stood up to shake her hand.

“Hi,” he said, “tell me about yourself.”

Turned out she was Suzie’s older sister. She had moved out from Utah to get away from her strict parents and to be closer to Suzie after she married Dustin. Suzie was the one that had told her that he was looking for an apprentice and to try for it.

During the course of the interview, Steve was a little disappointed. Eden was good. Damn good in fact. And had been tattooing her friends and roommates for the last year, indie style. But he knew their personalities would clash so hard. And it wasn’t about the aesthetic. It wasn’t.

But he knew where she would flourish though and made a note to have Robin call Hop. Hop’s most recent apprentice had moved up to a chair and chose to move to Chicago to purse their career there and needed a new apprentice.

He thanked her for her time, stood up and shook her hand.

“Hey, look,” he said gently. “I don’t think you would be happy apprenticing under me.”

She smiled. “Probably not.”

“But I know someone who’s just barely had a spot open up,” Steve explained. “He hasn’t had time to put out feelers yet. I think you’d two would be a better fit.”

Eden’s eyes went wide. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

Steve nodded. “And not just because you’re Suzie’s sister, either. Because I think you’re good and deserve a shot. Even if it isn’t with me.”

“Thanks!”

He walked out with her to get Hopper’s number and address. She walked out talking excitedly to Suzie on the phone.

Robin bumped his shoulder. “That was nice of you.”

Steve blushed. “Hop will love her.” He looked at the remaining two. “Who’s next?”

“Argyle Rivera,” she murmured.

Steve turned to him. “Argyle, come on back.”

Argyle leapt to his feet. “Brochacho! I’m super excited.”

Steve smiled and led him to the back room. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Argyle handed him his portfolio. “I think it’s so cool you asked for a physical portfolio, dude. Most cats only want a link to some website.”

Steve grinned. “I don’t mind those, it’s just harder to talk while scrolling.”

Argyle grinned back. “Yeah.”

Steve opened it up to see the most beautiful Mexican styled tattoos he had ever laid eyes on in his life. Growing up in Hawkins made for a very thin Latino or Hispanic population so he didn’t see much of this kind of work, but he had always admired it.

“This is amazing,” he breathed. “How long have you been doing this?”

Argyle blushed. “I haven’t really done much. I used marker for the most part because permanent isn’t really my style, bro. But I’ve done a couple stick and poke stuff that was fun. And I am all about the fun. So a friend suggested I should try for this.”

“So you’ve never used an ink gun?” Steve asked.

Argyle shook his head. “Nope!”

Steve and Argyle talked for a bit longer and Steve was really impressed with how open and outgoing he was.

“How do you feel about doing tattoos not in your usual style?” he asked. This was the kicker for most artists.

Argyle lit up. “That would be awesome to learn how to do, dude! I love my style but branching out is what life is all about.”

“And how would you feel about starting off only doing simple tattoos, like the small ones or basic designs?” Steve asked.

Argyle’s face spread out into the biggest grin. “Everyone’s got to start out somewhere, my man!”

Steve was really leaning towards Argyle now. Which was too bad, because he really liked the spunky blonde. No, no, not like that.

He led Argyle back to the reception area and then Robin called the last out. “Chrissy Cunningham.”

Steve smiled at her. “Come on back.”

She jumped up and followed him. “You aren’t going to murder me for the no tattoo remark, are you?” she asked with a grin and a wink.

Steve burst out laughing. “If I killed everyone that thought that, Indy would be down three-fifths of its tattoo artist population.”

She laughed too. “Fair enough.”

“And since we’re on the topic,” he said, indicating for her to sit down, “you don’t look the type anymore than I do.”

She grinned. “I got my first tattoo when I sixteen. My mom didn’t want me cutting my hair so much so that I told her either let me cut my hair or let me get a tattoo, she let me get the tattoo.”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit! I’ve never heard of that. It’s hair. It grows back.”

Chrissy grinned. “Her words were ‘At least a tattoo could be covered up, I’d have to look at the terrible hair cut!’.”

“That is fucking insane!” Steve said. “Can I see it?”

She nodded and pulled up her shirt sleeve. Steve could see the nine (yes nine, Pluto counts) planets and at the top was a howling fox.

“That’s cool,” he said. “Can I see your portfolio?”

She handed it over and Steve looked at it. She didn’t seem to have a firm style yet.

He found out they had both gone to Hawkins High. “Wait, no way.”

She nodded. “We all knew who Steve Harrington was. The basketball players all wanted to be him and all the cheerleaders wanted to be with him.”

Steve blushed into his hands. “Oh god that’s awful.”

Chrissy laughed. “Well, most of the cheerleaders anyway.”

“Not you?” he guessed.

“Kind of a large lesbian,” she said with a grimace. “Makes it a tad difficult.”

Steve laughed. “Fair enough.”

He talked with her a bit and then led her out like he had done with Eden and Argyle. He said goodbye and locked the door up behind him.

He turned to Robin. “What did you think of them? Be honest. They probably said a whole lot while they were waiting their turn.”

Robin nodded. “Argyle got Eden’s number.”

Steve burst out laughing. “Yeah, okay I needed that. Did he really?”

“Oh yeah,” Robin said. “It was mildly hilarious how well they hit it off. You couldn’t find a weirder couple.”

Steve put his hand over his heart in mock protest. “Have you supplanted our relationship as the weirdest ever? I’m hurt. Hurt I say!”

Robin laughed so hard she snorted. “All right you drama queen, weirdest romantic couple. How’s that?”

Steve beamed at her. “Perfect!”

She laughed again, shaking her head. They talked about the two candidates and both were really good.  

“I don’t want to pick between them,” Steve whined, hitting his head on the desk.

“So don’t.”

Steve lifted his head. “What do you mean?”

Robin licked her lips slowly. “Steve, I’ve been doing the numbers, if we add in the potential of what they can bring in, by the time school starts back up again not only will we have enough to pay for both of them to stay on, but Erica too, and the new receptionist.”

Steve jerked back. “Wait, what?”

She nodded. “I’m not lying, dingus. I’ll swear on it. In fact, we could probably hire the new receptionist by July.”

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

Robin took his face in her hands. “You are open and friendly. First timers and people who are just nervous in general love coming to you because you put them at ease. People who just want to get a tattoo as memorial or just as a one-time thing, love coming to you. There is this whole untapped market that you accidentally slid into and made it your own. We just need more people so you and I can enjoy our lives for a change.”

Steve blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. “You are so good at this. Don’t sell yourself short. You deserve this.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let’s do it. Call them both and have them come in tomorrow at nine so that we can go over a few things and have them learn how to open.”

Robin nodded. “Sounds good.” She picked up the phone and started doing just that.

Steve watched her with a growing smile on his face. He had a really good feeling about this summer.

***

Part 11 Part 12  Part 13 Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19  Part 20  Part 21   Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25 Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Epilogue

I figured as controlling as Chrissy’s mom was in the show about her weight, she would be controlling about the hair too. And ngl this is exactly what my oldest sister did to my youngest niece. It’s hair. It’ll grow back. Nope. The tattoo on my niece’s arm is the one I described here.

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[tea-and-charcoal]

So, my boss came to me and asked for a velociraptor-free workplace sign, probably because my brand of faggotry came with passable design skills. Unfortunately, he did not realize it also came with (probable) autism, a deep appreciation for avian animals, and a love of farce.

I did put in alt text, but also transcription under cut

Dear management: We would like to put forth a formal complaint about this speciesist anti-velociraptor policy. Though the velociraptor faced harsh defamation by Crichton et al. in the 1990 monograph, Jurassic Park, those velociraptors described by Crichton et al. were heavily genetically manipulated and placed in enclosures without sufficient stimulus for such intelligent creatures. Crichton, the primary author on this monograph, was studying the limits of genetic engineering, not the chosen species themselves. Velociraptors, being native to Mongolia, would be an invasive species if released into the wilds of Nevada (Though they may be naturalized if preyed upon by our larger native Utah raptors). However, much like housecats, when properly kept inside and cared for they can be wonderful companions. They are also roughly the size of a turkey and pose less danger to humans than your average golden retriever. Jules the Velociraptor has been an occasional guest to Reading with Rover at [REDACTED] Library when dogs and large rabbits have been unable to fill in, and she is a hit with the kids! Of course, pets are not allowed in the museum, but we firmly believe that emotional support and service dromaeosaurids (including velociraptors), ornithomimids, and troodontids should be let in with their handlers. This will help the museum to cultivate a diverse audience among individuals with disabilities. However, we should continue kicking out anyone who tries to bring in a stupid Deinonychus. Those things are jerks and stole my sandwich once. Also they keep knocking over the dollhouse. Sincerely, Museum Employees Accepting Theropods

#teaanddorkcoal #dinosaurs

[dyke-pollinator]

Im in the mood for a story

Im a little drunk and im in the mood to share a story with yall of when I was out living in Nevada. This was back in 2017 or so.

This story requires some backstory so please indulge me.

I was a crew leader, managing a group of 4-9 people ranging from 18-23 ( I was 24 at the time). Part of that meant helping them integrate into the new location they moved to (Reno, Nevada) despite living out of my car at this time.

One of my crew members, who I will call Shawn, was...... Interesting to say the least. He was a pretty interesting person, but was definitely way too interested in falling in love while on this job.

So while he was out with some other members on their off week, he confessed his feelings for another crew member who turned him down. He proceeded to seriously harm himself. So now, on my crew, I had to manage that shit and make sure he wasn’t a risk to himself. Because of course this motherfucker was on my crew and technically my responsibility.

Everything was basically fine. Shawn and the other member barely interacted and we were learning a lot about how to cut down trees safely.

During one of our hitches (time in the field) where we were building cattle fences on the border of Utah, this bitch decided he wanted to go for a walk. So idk if you know what the middle of no where Utah looks like but its basically the same as this for 100 miles in every directions 

Barely any geographic features. Insanely easy to get lost. 

We had a rule where if you were gonna split off from the group,  you had to let the crew lead (me) know, and you had to explicitly say where you were gonna go. He decided he wanted cell phone signal one night, and told no one where he was going.

He got lost. In the middle of the desert. I need you to understand how horrifying that is. There’s nothing out there. You can walk for 200+ miles (350km) in any direction and find literally nothing. Especially on the Nevada / Utah border. 

By 8pm we were all wondering where he was till a random person was like “Oh he went that was looking for signal”. Like wtf? Excuse me? We searched in the direction he went for like 4 hours before we called emergency services & our organization that was gonna send out reinforcements to help us look.

We parked our giant truck on the top on the highest hill around us, with our high beems on, and blared on the horn all night, hoping that he was going to find his way back to us. He never did.

We spent 38 hours looking for this person, and since we all knew his history, we legitimately thought he was dead.\

The next day we had the whole BLM (Bureau of Land Management) looking for him. They were about to call in the fucking helicopters.

Now, this next part is gonna sound like some bullshit I just made up but I stg it is true. My dumbass forgot to restock the first aid kit. My co-lead got stung by a bee / wasp while we were doing a grid search, and for the first time in his life, he had a major allergic reaction that none of the leftover meds we had would take down.

So we had to take him into town (an approximately 15 mile drive on back roads) and I did it since I was one of the few that was allowed to drive our trucks.

This motherfucker, Shawn, literally stumbled across the road while I was driving my co-lead into to town. Idk how the fuck he found this road. Idk how the fuck his timing was absolutely perfect. But we found him. After 56 hours when all of us thought he was already dead.

We would have NEVER found him if not for this random happenstance. Some divine power wanted this kid alive I swear. Its some of the most insane shit I have ever experienced.

And here’s the kicker: THIS HAPPENED ON THE 3RD DAY OF AN 8 DAY PROJECT AND THEY MADE ALL OF US FINISH OUR WORK INCLUDING THE DUDE THAT WAS LAST FOR THAT LONG

The moral is never trust Non-profit organizations. They dont give a fuck about you. 

And if yall wanna head this story from Shawn’s perspective just lmk I am happy to share it.

#my posts #Iris story time #enjoy babe #I got plenty more where this came from. #This is 100% real #I fucking wish I was joking

[astronicht]

whumptober day 2: thermometer

hockey rpf | nolan/travis | canoe tripping AU | 2.3k, rated T

Nolan used to work as a promotional contractor for a snowmobile company, one of the big ones. He’d spend all winter taking executives and investors out on three-day snowmobile trips in Colorado and Utah and BC, and then all summer at home with his mom watching Deadliest Catch and Treehouse Masters. Sometimes they ate weed gummies and Nolan gave his opinion on Pinterest boards.

His point was, no matter what his buddies who are hunting guides or fancy whitewater kayakers or Montana Forest Service think, taking a bunch of strangers with little to no winter wilderness survival experience who can’t be outright insulted or bossed around is pretty fucking dangerous. As such, Nolan is not going to get in trouble in the fucking eastern provinces. This is Ontario, for fuck’s sake.

He’s soloing his buddy’s nice Swift canoe with a little one-person tent and the sausage jerky his mom freeze-dried, also courtesy of pinterest somehow, and some rice and stuff. No gun because he’s in a Provincial Park for most of it, and the only people who can hunt here are the nation down at Golden Lake, and then usually only when the government asks them to do some culling the wolves haven’t managed over the winter.

He’s already thrown up the sausage jerky, but it took him half a day to realize it wasn’t just queasiness but a fever — probably, he has no way to tell. Nolan just has the shakes and a sharp pain in his abdomen, the bad-news kind, which meant a kind that Nolan was not already used to from his job before the snowmobile thing. It had started at his naval but moved right towards his hip, deep in his gut. He’s trying to remember which side your appendix is on.

Midafternoon in September is golden-green on the lake, which is called Otter Slide, and it’s cool and beautiful. The lake is all black water under the tree line, but swallowing the sky further out. Nolan remembers being young on the lake back home, watching boys in the shallows, watching girls pick up leeches on sticks and put them on logs, everyone’s jeans rolled up. He feels really bad. Even his sweat smells wrong. He was supposed to paddle westwards today, do an easy but long red-line portage, get further away from people.

He focuses. In the park Nolan dutifully gets campsite permits and camps in the marked spots, though not usually the actual site where he booked, so he knows there are a few other sites on the lake, marked from the water with an orange sign on a tree. They were all empty last night, Nolan gloriously alone on Otter Slide until the pain started, sudden and sharp. He hates pain that comes from nothing; he’d rather tear his rotator cuff again than get the weird senseless shit.

Someone appears on the lake: a speck of a red canoe coming from the eastern portages. Shit, he hopes they’re not booked at this campsite tonight, but they glide on to a campsite on the peninsula which earlier in the season would’ve been covered in blueberries. Maybe if Nolan ate blueberries instead of jerky he’d be okay.

It’s a man he thinks, though he can’t be sure. It’s someone who can solo a canoe just fine, which is a nice change from the paddling Nolan saw near the Outfitters on Opeongo. Nolan thinks his Otter Slide neighbor maybe looks his way, sees the Swift canoe bobbing where Nolan didn’t even haul it out last night, already feeling kind of shitty. The neighbor brings a pack up and then comes back down for the canoe, flips it expertly, walks it on his shoulders up the incline. He is not wearing a shirt. So, there, it’s not like Nolan is even fully alone. It’s midday, it’s a mild September, frost not coming for another week. Still. He’s not stupid about being in the bush. If he’s not feeling better in the morning, he’ll fucking pack out to the nearest highway.

It’s about 6PM when he wakes up scared. He thinks he can’t breathe in the tent but then it’s cold outside, gloomy under the trees but still day on the lake, sky blue-pink pastels, water welcoming black with ripples like fish scales picking up the bright dusk. Either there is something really wrong in his gut or something really bad in the fancy dried meat. Maybe they fucked it up somehow. Nolan’s mom’s friend helped. What if she fucked it up somehow. He thinks about blueberries again.

Around 6:40 the sky isn’t lighter and it’s not getting better and he realizes he’s been hunched and shivering on the dirt outside his tent, where it’s safe to wretch, for forty-five minutes that have slipped away like nothing. Okay, alright. He’s not thinking about anything, really, it’s some little animal part of him that scuttles bent-over down the smooth glacial stone towards the water. It’s good that the Swift is already in the water. He can just crawl in, an animal with something terribly wrong inside it going to its burrow. It fits around him. The water rocks.

A voice says, “Howdy,” warily. Someone’s put their bright headlamp on even though the sky is still golden pink over the lake and it’s right in Nolan’s eyes. He shuts them. He’s in his boat, for some reason, curled around his abdomen. He doesn’t know how he paddled; he’s sitting in the stern of the canoe but up by the thwart, which isn’t right at all for soloing. This guy is going to think he is so stupid. “You’re the guy in the Swift from across the way, huh?”

It’s a man’s voice, talking slow and deliberate. “You got a problem?” the guy asks carefully, but like he’s going to handle Nolan however Nolan needs to be handled. Nolan wants to laugh.

“I think,” Nolan says, trying to also be cool and deliberate. He can’t really breathe deeply anymore or the pain will make him throw up again though. “I think…” he looks up into the glaring headlight. “Someone poisoned my beef jerky. Or my appendix is doing bad.”

“Aw shit,” says the guy, and gets him out of the canoe and into a tent, a process which means Nolan nearly pukes on the guy’s books twice. He’s got a shirt on now, the guy. It smells like sweat and campfire, which is not a nice smell, but it’s exactly like Nolan smells. It’s a two-person tent being used as a single, and the guy switches on a little solar lamp that casts a blueish light over everything. Nolan hadn’t realized it was getting dark.

“Do you have a thermometer?” Nolan mutters. “I just want to know if I have a fever.”

“Buddy, I think we can bypass the thermometer. Can you show me where it hurts the worst.”

“Do you have one though,” Nolan says.

“...Yes,” the guy says.

Nolan nods, feeling sweat break out on his upper lip. “Cool,” he says. His hair is plastered all over his face. Maybe he should do something about that? “It’s about here.” He gestures.

The guy nods. “Alright. I’m going to do something that’s going to suck, and I just need you to tell me if when I let go it hurts more or less, okay?”

“Can I take my temperature first.”

The guy stares. His mouth is actually a little parted. His hair looks like it’s been flattened under a toque for a week and his stubble is gross. Nolan likes the way his teeth glint with his spit.

“Yeah,” he says. “I’ve got it, hold on.” He fishes around in a plastic bag — like a grocery bag — that seems to contain his toiletries, which he had to fish out of a drybag that he appears to be using as a pillow. Nolan eyes the rest of the plastic bag and wonders if Pepto Bismol could help him now.

The guy sees him looking and says, “Hey, look, I get heartburn. It’s—right, thermometer, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, don’t look at me like that.” He takes the little plastic cover off the thermometer for Nolan. It feels like a man lighting Nolan’s cigarette. He opens his mouth and the guy — coachable — carefully pops it in. “Put it, uh, beneath your tongue,” the guy says.

Nolan opens his mouth to demonstrate. The guy looks a little wide-eyed, but he looks.

The thing that was going to suck does indeed suck. The guy places his hand on Nolan’s side, over the worst of it, and presses down a little. Nolan assumes this is the sucking part until the guy lets up the pressure and says, “Sorry—sorry— okay, better or—aw, shit,” as Nolan grunts around a scream and bites down on the thermometer hard enough to crack the case, but not break it.

It trills happily, an odd sound when he’s been in the woods for fifteen days with his phone on airplane mode. Oh, his phone. Right.

“Worse when I let go?” the guy asks tentatively. “Not to uh, assume there buddy, but uh,”

“Worse,” Nolan says, letting the thermometer tumble out of his mouth to talk. The guy picks it up without hesitating even though it’s covered in Nolan’s saliva.

“37.9, mild fever there baby, good call,” the guy says, and Nolan nods, satisfied. He’s lying on his back and wheezing. “Also I think you totally have appendicitis.”

*

Apparently the wait time at the Whitley Bay ER is usually minimum two hours, even if you get there at 5AM on what is apparently a Tuesday. The guy, whose name became Travis a couple hundred meters through the first night-black portage to Lake Opeongo with Nolan’s Swift — “It is so much lighter, we’re taking your fancy canoe” — talked to a few people when they got in and suddenly Nolan had an IV in his hand and someone taking him in for imaging.

“I’ll do your paperwork,” Travis had said as Nolan boggled and was wheeled away.

“You don’t know my name,” Nolan told him.

“Baby, I know your name,” Travis had said. Nolan narrowed his eyes. “You told me, I promise.” Travis said. “I promise.”

He had said that a lot, over the night, his hand on Nolan’s arm on his good side. There were three portages to Lake Opeongo. The stars had throbbed through the pines and both of them had forgotten to be unbothered by the concept of black bears and were fucking terrified anytime something moved in the big black woods of quiet Ontario, because Nolan was a small hurt thing.

“I promise,” Travis said, “I promise.” In the distance, very far off, wolves were beginning their autumn calling, and Travis had promised lots of shit. Between portages Nolan had laid in the belly of the canoe, rocked like a child. Even when he retched over the gunnel a couple times, Travis never so much as let the canoe tip.

*

He is woken up to take antibiotics. He still smells very strongly of campfire and clothes he has not changed in five days.

There is a pack of grocery store blueberries on the bedside table, and also Travis. He’s in a new outfit, clean clothes over unshowered man.

“I went to Walmart,” Travis says proudly. He must have bought the blueberries there, and the clothes. His shirt is advertising an anime. Nolan does not think Travis knows this. Maybe he can convince him to watch it. “They wouldn’t let me sleep in here and it’s only like an hour to Huntsville. One way.”

Nolan stares at him.

“You doing better, babe?” Travis says, unbothered.

“No,” Nolan says pointedly, scowling. He is scheduled for surgery.

“You feeling better than when you showed up on my doorstep telling me you’d been poisoned by wild mushrooms in your beef jerky recipe, and then we spent all night packing out to my pickup at the Opeongo put-in? You were a trooper, babe. You did so good. Your appendix was so burst, I saw the pics.”

Nolan frowns. “I don’t think there are mushrooms in there. There could be though…”

“Let’s not go back down the mushroom road unless we have to,” Travis suggests, a little hastily. Nolan does not remember this part very well.

It’s silent for a minute. Nolan wonders if he can get Travis to feed in one blueberry or if the nurse would know.

“How’d you know it was appendicitis? You’re not a doctor,” Nolan challenges. “What do you do.”

Travis blinks, lights up a bit, dims again as he apparently decides to cut down on the explanation. It’s fascinating to watch. Travis picks at one of his cuticles and says,

“Yeah! Well, I didn’t know for sure, man, but it was that or something else worth getting checked out, so. What I do. Not much work around here, but uh I’ve done a few things. Nowadays— okay, you ever heard of a show called Treehouse Masters?” He looks so hopeful, wide-eyed in his Attack on Titan t-shirt and scruffy stubble. “They stopped airing it a while back, but….” Travis lets the sentence trail away, gesturing like he can stuff the meaning into the air around Nolan’s head.

“No,” Nolan says avidly, and watches hungrily as Travis deflates. He needs to text his mom. He needs to tell her about Travis from Treehouse Masters.

“Okay, forget that— I’m a carpenter, or whatever.” Cabinetry specialty? Nolan does not ask. “But before that I was a nurse.”

Nolan grunts, mildly surprised.

“Yeah, school and everything. Hey, want me to feed you one blueberry. Or, shit, you’re totally fasting for surgery. No blueberries yet babe. But I’ll save ‘em for you, promised didn’t I?”

“What if I just hold it in my mouth,” Nolan suggests. “I’ll spit it out when I’m done.”

Oh, maybe they have him on something in this IV. Indoor thought.

Travis is opening the blueberry box. “Yeah babe, sure. Here, just hold it on your tongue like an ice chip. Open up, babe.”

Nolan opens up.

—

Spent actual real life time plotting the tripping route for this one and then fucked it up anyway.

#hockey rpf #my fic #tknolpat #whumptober ‘23 #gotta just post this baby no edits on 2nd half lfgggg i guess

[20th-century-railroading]

New Image for the Utah Railway by James Belmont Via Flickr: Looking sharp with a new coat of paint and graphics, Utah Railway SD45 9147 awaits departure from the IPP Railcar Service Center yard in Springville, Utah on Aug. 1, 1988. It was reported the unit was repainted locally without permission of upper management, and the perps were reprimanded for the unauthorized expenditure.

#utah railway #bn #burlington northern #1988 #trains #freight train #history #springville #utah

[donnerpartyofone]

I'm so disoriented today I barely know what to do with myself. I managed to get myself up and put together enough to get some exercise and keep an appointment this morning, but the whole time it was happening I barely had any idea of what was going on. You'd think I'd have done some sort of heavy drug last night, but no such luck. I just caught myself pacing back and forth across the same 10' of floor for so long, now I'm making myself sit down and try to reconstruct what happened yesterday.

I woke up at 8:30 and, mistakenly thinking that mass was at 9 instead of 9:30, I managed to get dressed and ride a mile to Star of the Sea in 25 minutes. Pretty soon Louise joined me, the sweet old lady who gave me a Catherine Labouré medal and taught me to say the rosary. I didn't have any beads with me, and she lent me hers so we could say one together. I've come to really enjoy it, and not only because I'm intensely orally fixated and I enjoy talking and chanting and singing; when repeated over and over, some things lose meaning, while other things gain it. You say these words over and over and as your mind tries to escape boredom, you start to really think about the phrasing, what was originally meant by it, how it changes if you emphasize one thing over the other. "Mother of God" is an absolutely wild thing to say, a description of the creation of the creator, it's like a riddle that bends time, like in the Sun Ra song that says "It's after the end of the world, don't you know that yet?" The amazing monsignor gave a homily about how outsiders and people on the margins--people who do not have religious training or conservative social indoctrination--are more likely to apprehend spiritual messages with thoughtfulness and imagination than people who really consider themselves religious (and who may therefore take their own religion for granted, or think there's nothing they don't know about it), and I felt like he must have been speaking directly to me. That guy can make you feel like that.

But it was right before he began the service that I noticed I had an email from someone who I was sure was dead. An old friend of mine who had gotten a raw deal in life and who was always on the brink of oblivion, I gave him money or food whenever I could but we both knew he couldn't be my ward forever, when I stopped hearing from him I thought there was no possible way that he had physically survived another winter in the city. I felt guilty, I had nightmares, but what could I do? I sometimes thought about calling hospitals, but it didn't make any sense, I wasn't even sure if he would have ID if someone found him. But apparently his estranged brother took him in and turned him around and he's doing a lot better; an impossible outcome. I couldn't believe it.

After mass I dropped off some clothing with the drycleaner for repairs (I wish I knew how to do anything), and raced home to have a televisit with my doctor about all my weird problems. Renewed a script, discontinued a script, scheduled x-rays, got a physical therapy referral. Chose not to say, "That medication you put me on has permanently ruined my skin and now I'm chronically dependent on 3 other medications with less-bad side effects and I'm staring down the barrel of indefinitely regular $$$$ laser treatments so I can handle my increasingly public job, I know you didn't realize this would happen but it did, so now you have to hear about how angry I am." We hung up and I drew my ex-boss his annual (late) Halloween card, a tradition I instituted a couple years ago, and it should arrive at his assisted living facility in Utah in time for his birthday. Then I tried to vote, and apparently even though I changed my registration when we moved and I received a confirmation of this change in the mail, they still didn't have the change in the system and they told me to go to my old polling place instead. I swear to god the past like several times I have voted, which is the simplest process in the world as long as you can fill in a circle with a pen, I have found myself standing in the middle of a circle of people all telling me some complicated thing I did wrong while everyone else in the room stares at us. I don't know why I'm so bad at absolutely every single thing, or what planet I'm actually suited to live on, but I can reliably find a way to make even the most basic adult functions into a spectacular embarrassment.

So I ran home to host this month's online horror lecture for the little academic org I'm part of, which was kind of intense. It became clear pretty quickly that the speaker just didn't have that much material and was done with her presentation little more than half way through her time slot, so I had to keep her talking for another hour to honor what people had paid for. It was pretty fun and everyone seemed engaged and even inspired at times, but it was also a lot of work that I wasn't expecting to have to do, and I had my cantankerous boss chatting me the entire time with anxious-making criticisms and suggestions while I was just trying as hard as I could to think on my feet and give everyone what they were owed.

I was pretty frazzled after that and decided I'd have a drink after I went to vote. I had to do that almost all the way back in our old neighborhood, so I decided to pop into the brewery by our last place. I couldn't help eavesdropping on this guy with a horror-related shirt I didn't quite recognize. We connected briefly about the underrated Karloff-Lugosi movie THE BLACK CAT, and also about Emo Philips, and finally I thought to give him a business card with my horror org info because he seemed like the target audience for what we do. He looked at the card with this stunned expression and said, "Are you Claire Donner...party of one???" Like yeah, but...what was going on? What should I say? And he revealed that he was an old customer from the comic shop I worked at for years, where my boss was the guy I had just made the card for earlier in the day. He remembered everything about me; he immediately told several really funny stories about me, and he recalled all the books I made him read and how good they were. However it may sound there was nothing untoward about any of this and we would up talking for an hour or two about all kinds of things (including our spouses, so mercifully there was no ambiguity there). What a great guy. I'm hoping that we'll spot each other again, the whole episode was very amusing and surprising.

I got home too late to help my husband with dinner like I promised, but I had been in touch and he encouraged me to stay out and have fun. Thankfully I have been cooking more than I ever have in my life lately (most recently roasted cauliflower soup with a merguez crumble, that was decent) so I didn't have to feel too useless, all things considered. He made an astounding scratch mac and cheese and we watched 30 Coins and went to bed.

Often if I have too much social exposure, I really need to like sit alone in the dark for a couple of days and get back to myself. I have boundary issues and I easily feel contaminated, even if my experiences have been positive. I don't really have time to do that today, technically--I have to do a live interview on Friday with this author about his new book on HP Lovecraft's time in NYC and how it affected his creative development, and I have a lot of supplementary reading to catch up on--but for the moment I just can't even think about anything. I'm using a thesaurus to try to remember the most basic words and I feel like I've completely lost my center of gravity. Time to watch some trashy movies and rest up so I have enough powers of concentration to make the balsamic & feta veggie roast that I was supposed to make last night, to go with the fish my husband is frying up for our dinner.

#it's not that dramatic #and yet it is totally dramatic

[plethoraworldatlas]

The federal Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service is proposing to spray toxic insecticides within treasured and significant landscapes of the Colorado Plateau in northern Arizona to kill native grasshoppers.

The areas being considered include portions of the Vermilion Cliffs National Monument, Grand Canyon-Parashant National Monument, and the newly designated Baaj Nwaavjo I’tah Kukveni – Ancestral Footprints of the Grand Canyon National Monument.

“This is a dangerous plan that could kill creatures that are key to northern Arizona’s unique biodiversity, which these national monuments were designated to protect,” said Taylor McKinnon, Southwest director at the Center for Biological Diversity. “The federal government needs to stop downplaying the extinction crisis and back off its reckless plan to smother biodiversity hotspots with toxic pesticides.”

One out of every 10 plant species in the Colorado Plateau region is found nowhere else on Earth.

The agency's draft environmental assessment omits mention of the national monuments and unique species and habitats they were designated to protect. These species include rare bees, butterflies and other creatures found nowhere else, like the Kaibab monkey grasshopper and House Rock Valley chisel-toothed kangaroo rat, specifically named in the August proclamation establishing the Baaj Nwaavjo I’tah Kukveni National Monument.

APHIS oversees and funds the application of multiple pesticides on rangelands to prevent native grasshoppers and Mormon crickets from competing with livestock for forage.

The proposed insecticides — carbaryl, diflubenzuron and chlorantraniliprole — are indiscriminate. In addition to the grasshoppers the agency is targeting, the insecticides can also kill bees, moths and other insects. Spraying can harm entire ecosystems by disrupting pollination and can harm populations of birds, reptiles and mammals who feed on grasshoppers and insects.

Although grasshoppers and Mormon crickets can be locally abundant from time to time, native plants and other wildlife evolved with these cycles. Introducing pesticides to eliminate native grasshoppers is a shortsighted, quick fix that fails to consider the complex interrelationships within these delicate ecosystems.

The agency’s draft analysis shows that it has failed to consult with affected Tribes with ties to the Grand Canyon area. The Grand Canyon Tribal Coalition, which proposed the Baaj Nwaavjo I’tah Kukveni National Monument, includes members of the Havasupai Tribe, Hopi Tribe, Hualapai Tribe, Kaibab Band of Paiute Indians, Las Vegas Tribe of Paiutes, Moapa Band of Paiute Indians, Paiute Indian Tribe of Utah, Shivwits Band of Paiutes, Navajo Nation, San Juan Southern Paiute Tribe, Yavapai-Apache Nation, Zuni Tribe and Colorado River Indian Tribes.

“It’s so important that APHIS honor the promise made to work together with Tribal nations to protect the sacred spaces and resources within the Baaj Nwaavjo I’tah Kukveni Monument when it was established less than six months ago,” said Sharon Selvaggio, pesticide program specialist with The Xerces Society for Invertebrate Conservation. “We call on the agency to protect natural systems on Tribal and public lands by employing nonchemical management that allows humans and wildlife to thrive.”

In March 2023 the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency published a draft biological opinion from NOAA Fisheries showing that carbaryl is likely to jeopardize 37 species protected under the Endangered Species Act, and harm 36 designated critical habitats.

While Arizona is not home to any of the species named in that report, the findings show the extreme harm carbaryl poses to endangered fish and other species.

The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, which is charged with protecting endangered plants and animals, has not yet completed a proper analysis of the potential harms from the APHIS proposal. Potentially vulnerable endangered species in Arizona include Chiricahua leopard frogs, western yellow-billed cuckoos, Gila chub, black-footed ferrets and Siler pincushion cacti.

APHIS is accepting comments on the proposal until 4 p.m. MST on Feb. 2.

#ecology #enviromentalism #pesticides #Baaj Nwaavjo I'tah Kukveni Monument #grand canyon #Grand Canyon national monument #Vermillion Cliffs National Monument #arizona #colorado plateau #Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service #APHIS #epa #fish and wildlife #wildlife services #Fuck Wildlife Services #insecticide #endangered species act #endangered species

[gwen10k-by-ponara]

Classic Timeline

Disclaimer: this timeline is subject to changes and additions if add or I change my mind about events.

2010, June

Wednesday, 2nd - Yosemite National Park (CA)

Max takes Ben and Gwen on a road trip across the USA for their summer break.

Gwen finds the Omnitrix and it attaches to her wrist. She decides to use her powers to help people.

Thursday, 3rd - Reno (NV)

Dr Animo finishes building her Transmodulator.

Gwen meets and fights her for the first time. Dr Animo is unsuccessful, but flees.

Sunday, 6th - Twin Falls (Idaho)

Gwen fights Charmcaster for the first time.

Charmcaster wants to steal the Staff of Ages, and Gwen fights her.

Charmcaster is unable to use the Staff, but still fights Gwen off and flees with it.

Tuesday 8th to Friday 11th - Salt Lake City (Utah)

Gwen and Ben meet Kevin.

Kevin is defeated, but absorbs energy from the Omnitrix for the first time.

Gwen notices some kind of outside influence on her personality for the first time.

Monday, 14th - Casper (WY)

Rojo fought for the first time. Max injured, Rojo fuses with Vilgax drone and goes after the Omnitrix for him.

Gwen contacted by Vilgax for the first time and learns his name. Neither know what the other looks like.

Gwen starts being more careful when fighting enemies.

Thursday, 17th - Bismarck (ND)

Gwen questions Max on his knowledge and behavior, and he decides to tell her and Ben the truth about the Plumbers after learning it's Vilgax who's after them.

Dr Animo examines the remains from the drone that attached to Rojo to power up her technology and is contacted by Vilgax, who offers her more technology in exchange for her services.

Gwen defeats Animo, but she manages to escape again.

Friday, 18th - Around Timber Lake (SD)

Vilgax sends the bounty hunters SixSix, Kraab and Vulkanus after the Omnitrix.

Tetrax learns Gwen has the Omnitrix. Later she introduces herself and helps Gwen fight and defeat the bounty hunters.

Tetrax gifts Gwen the hoverboard and leaves to find the creator of the Omnitrix.

Saturday, 19th - Pierre (SD)

Gwen catches a cold from Ben, learns the virus infects her alien forms too.

The trio fights Clancy, an insect controlling mutant.

Clancy is defeated and arrested.

Gwen notices she heals much faster from injuries and disease than normal, figures it's because of the Omnitrix.

Monday, 21st - Sioux Falls (SD)

Vilgax sends a swarm of drones after Gwen.

Gwen is almost defeated and feels overwhelmed.

She transforms into Ghostfreak and blacks out. When she wakes up, finds out she brutally destroyed all drones. Even Grandpa Max and Ben look shaken by what they saw.

Gwen decides not to use Ghostfreak again.

Wednesday, 23rd to Friday, 25th - Minnehaha Park (MN)

Hex and Charmcaster start the ritual to conjure the Charms of Bezel. They're successful.

The trio defeats them when Ben manages to snatch and use the Staff of Ages for a bit. Ben unknowingly absorbs some magic energy from it.

The trio stash the staff at a nearby Plumber base and take the Charms of Bezel with them to put in another base to keep them safe and away from each other.

Sunday, 27th to Wednesday, 30th - Green Bay (WI)

Max takes the kids to a fishing trip. They learn about the local Krakken legend.

Max figures it must be an alien, so they help it when they notice it being attacked by mercenaries.

The trio defeat the mercenaries and watch as the Krakken takes its eggs to the bottom of the lake.

2010, July

Saturday, 3rd to Monday, 5th - Detroit (MI)

The trio arrive in Detroit, where they find aliens committing crimes.

When they investigate, Gwen finds out it's Kevin, using energy absorbed from the Omnitrix to mutate his body. They fight through the city, being followed by a special task force.

During the fight, Kevin reaches his power limit and mutates into an amalgam form. He's shot by the task force soldiers and disappears. Gwen flees the scene.

Wednesday, 7th - Columbus (OH)

Max stops at a Plumber base to store the Charms of Bezel they had been carrying.

Charmcaster attacks them. She had broken into the Plumber base where they stashed the Staff of Ages and got it back. She gets the Charms and vanishes, but Ben manages to grab her spell book.

As they're at a base, Max stocks up on Plumber gear, including suits, weapons and a Null Void projector.

Thursday, 8th to Friday, 9th - Pittsburgh (PA)

During a show at a circus, Gwen fights the Circus Freaks and easily beats them. Zombozo appears and suddenly Gwen feels too weak to fight and is defeated by him.

After that, she finds out that Zombozo steals life energy from people and stores the excess in a machine for later use. Gwen goes after him and defeats him.

When the machine breaks, all the life energy released allows Ghostfreak to escape the Omnitrix. He threatens Gwen, but then flees. The 10 form playlist limit is overridden and the Omnitrix starts a replacement sequence for Ghostfreak's lost DNA.

Sunday, 11th to Tuesday, 13th - Hudson River Valley (NY)

The replacement sequence is completed and Gwen transforms into an Arburian Pelarota for the first time.

The Great One arrives on Earth, followed by the Galactic Enforcers, who have been trying to stop him and his acolytes.

After the trio and the Enforcers are unable to stop the Great One, Gwen tries her new form and, with help from the Enforcers, destroys the parasite. Gwen becomes an honorary Enforcer.

Wednesday, 14th - New York City (NY)

Clancy goes on a rampage across New York. The trio chases him to a lab.

At the lab, Dr Animo uses her technology to further mutate Clancy and flees while he attacks the trio.

Clancy is defeated, and the task force that shot Kevin appears to apprehend him as the trio sneaks out.

Thursday, 15th

Vilgax takes his ship to Mt Rushmore and sends a transmission through all Plumber networks threatening to level the state if the Omnitrix bearer doesn't give themselves up.

The trio take a Plumber ship loaded with equipment and head to Mt Rushmore to face Vilgax.

Friday, 16th to Saturday, 17th - Mt Rushmore (SD)

The trio arrive to face Vilgax and run into Phil, Max's old partner, who saw Vilgax's transmission and decided to try and do something.

They're all unable to defeat Vilgax, so Max and Phil decide to send him to the Null Void. They almost fail, but Phil sacrifices himself to force Vilgax into the portal.

Vilgax's ship self destructs, and the energy released from the explosion unlocks new forms on the Omnitrix, but locks its transform function.

Sunday, 18th to Thursday, 22nd - Off-world

Tetrax contacts Gwen saying she found a lead on whoever created the Omnitrix. Gwen mentions the Omnitrix is locked, so she goes back to Earth to take Gwen to find the Creator. Ben goes with them. At Tetrax's ship, they meet Gluto.

They end up finding Myaxx at Incarcecon. She partially restores the Omnitrix, and then takes them to Xenon.

There, they find an exiled Azmuth. After some convincing and an all out attack by Vilgax's forces, now commanded by his first in command Psyphon, Azmuth restores the Omnitrix and unlocks new functions: extended transformation time and manual time-out, as well as a new form: a To'kustar.

Vilgax's forces are defeated. Gwen and Ben are taken back to Earth, and Myaxx stays with Tetrax and Gluto. Azmuth leaves Xenon.

Friday, 23rd to Saturday, 24th - Nashville (TN)

Back on Earth, Tetrax takes the trio and the Rustbucket to their next road trip stop and leaves.

There, a Nosedeenian is terrorizing a local neighborhood, so the trio fights them.

After they trap the alien, the Omnitrix glows yellow and scans the Nosedeenian DNA, unlocking its transformation.

Monday, 26th to Tuesday, 27th - Atlanta (GA)

Kevin starts working with Dr Animo to try and revert back to his human form. Dr Animo is actually using Kevin, sampling his mutated DNA to further her Transmodulator technology.

Animo creates earthling/alien hybrids for the first time. Gwen discovers the Omnitrix can restore DNA and reverse the mutations. She tries it on Kevin, but is unsuccessful.

The trio fights and defeats them. Dr Animo is arrested, and Kevin is sent to the Null Void.

Thursday, 29th to Friday, 30th - Jacksonville (FL)

The trio finds out aliens called the Limax are being controlled by the Forever Knights, impersonating powerful public figures all around the world.

They fight and defeat the local Limax cell, but figure the problem runs too deep for them to be able to do anything about it.

The Forever Knights start watching the Tennysons more closely.

2010, August

Monday, 2nd - Montgomery (AL)

Sublimino is controlling the town and making people gather, assemble and ship parts elsewhere.

Gwen fights and defeats him. He seems more afraid for having failed than of Gwen or being arrested.

Wednesday, 4th to Thursday, 5th - New Orleans (LA)

Max meets his old friend, Wes Green. He's taking his granddaughter Kai to hunt a werewolf that's rumored to be roaming the area. The Tennysons join them.

They find out that the werewolf and an alien mummy are gathering corrodium from the local swamps. Before they can defeat the aliens, a portal appears and they vanish.

Max tracks the most likely location where the portal took them. Wes and Kai go back home, but Ben and Kai decide to keep in touch.

Friday, 6th - Route 49 (LA)

On the way to the portal destination, Rojo appears and attacks the Rustbucket. Now she's using alien technology for her new armor and weapons.

She's defeated and her equipment is destroyed. Gwen learns there's a whole black market network for alien technology on Earth.

Monday, 9th to Tuesday, 10th - Dallas (TX)

The trio finds Charmcaster and a man called Dr Viktor building a large machine where the portal took the wolf and the mummy. Dr Viktor reveals himself to be an alien, and the Omnitrix scans his DNA.

During the fight, Charmcaster turns on Viktor and subdues him. She explains that she helped Hex on the beginning because she thought they were doing something good, but then she saw that his real plan would only cause death and destruction, but he is too powerful for her to defy him alone. Hex appears and teleports Viktor and the machine away, then vanishes, ignoring Charmcaster.

Charmcaster offers to take the trio with her to fight her uncle, as the four of them have a chance to defeat him.

Tuesday, 10th to Wednesday, 11th - Oklahoma City (OK)

At Hex's lair, the trio finds out that Hex was working with Zs'Skayr all along, and they were using the werewolf, the mummy and Dr Viktor to build a machine that would merge Earth with LedgerDomain, making both Hex and Zs'Skayr all powerful and allowing them to rule over all.

Gwen and Charmcaster fight Hex, now merged with Zs'Skayr. Ben and Max fight the monsters. Ben taps into his magic aura and damages the machine. The energy wave released vaporizes Hex along with Zs'Skayr, and pulls the werewolf and the mummy to LedgerDomain. Viktor escapes.

Charmcaster jumps into the portal before it closes and the machine explodes. Gwen notices the Omnitrix had resampled Zs'Skayr's DNA when she wasn't paying attention.

Saturday, 14th to Sunday, 15th - Around Laredo (TX)

Max follows a warning on his Plumber computer saying the Mask of Ah Puch, key to finding the Sword of Ek Chuaj, has been found.

They get the mask, and follow its directions to some Mayan ruins. There, the Forever Knights, lead by Enoch, subdue and take them into the temple with the mask. They find the Sword, but Ah Puch manifests and attacks. During the fight, the Sword is destroyed, causing Ah Puch to vanish and the temple to collapse.

The Tennysons barely escape the ruins, but are taken by the Forever Knights on their way out.

Monday, 16th to Tuesday, 17th - Bishop's Palace Castle (Houston, TX)

The trio are imprisoned by the Knights. The Forever King introduces himself, and sounds like he knows Max. He orders the scientists to take Gwen and remove the Omnitrix from her.

After the King leaves, the trio fights their way out of the castle, causing it to explode on the process. Before that, they find the Rustbucket and escape.

Friday, 20th to Saturday, 21st - Amarillo (TX)

Max gets a warning of an anomaly inside the Null Void. He decides to investigate, and Gwen and Ben convince him to take them with him.

Inside, they discover the dimension actually has some areas inhabited by normal people. Talking to the locals, they find out the anomaly detected was Vilgax somehow escaping the Null Void. On their way out, then they run into Kevin.

He attacks them, but Gwen tries restoring his DNA with the Omnitrix again, and this time, she's successful. Kevin goes back to his human form.

Confused by the process, Kevin flees before Gwen can talk to him. The trio leaves the Null Void.

Sunday, 22nd to Tuesday, 23rd - Santa Fe (NM)

Xylene appears and tries to take the Omnitrix from Gwen. Max comes to help Gwen and they recognize each other. Max introduces Xylene to Gwen and Ben, and invites her to spend some time with them.

During the time they spend together, they catch up and Xylene explains how the Omnitrix reached Earth. Max tells her Vilgax escaped the Null Void and is still out there.

They're attacked by a prototype Vilgax drone, but destroy it. The drone briefly shows a transmission showing Vilgax talking about exacting revenge on the Tennysons and finally getting the Omnitrix. Xylene decides to leave to gather allies for the upcoming battle against Vilgax, and promises to return.

Wednesday, 25th to Thursday, 26th - Phoenix (AZ)

Max is contacted by an old friend who tells him his grandson Cooper was kidnapped. As Max's friend is too old and bedridden, Max agrees to track him. Their leads take them to a Forever Knights base.

There, Dr Animo has teamed up with the Knights and is using Cooper's abilities to build weapons and equipment to them. Animo is so obsessed with Gwen and the Omnitrix that she drops everything to fight her. The Knights order Animo to obey and threaten her, so she makes Cooper upload a document with evidence exposing the Knights to the whole world. The Knights fall back.

Gwen defeats Animo and she's arrested. The trio take Cooper back to his family, but after learning of their upcoming battle against Vilgax, he offers to help.

Friday, 27th to Monday, 30th - Area 51 (NV)

The Tennysons gather their allies to fight Vilgax. Cooper is there, helping from the sidelines. Xylene arrives with the Galactic Enforcers, as well as some Plumbers that had left Earth but owed her favors. Tetrax arrives with Gluto, Myaxx and Azmuth.

Vilgax arrives with his army of drones and other villains that either joined him or were coerced: SixSix, Kraab, Vulkanus, Rojo, Dr Animo, Dr Viktor and the Circus Freaks.

They all engage in a huge battle that ends with Max and Ben ripping Vilgax's cybernetics apart and Gwen dealing the final blow, finally defeating and almost killing him.

The battle is so big that it appears all over the news, with Gwen's identity and the existence of aliens finally being made public to the whole country.

Aftermath

After the Forever Knights seemingly disband and their grip on the world's governments ends, the Plumbers are reinstated on Earth and return to their activities.

Max takes Gwen and Ben home, as their summer break is about to end.

Xylene is badly injured in the battle, so she's taken to a Plumber medical facility to recover. Max leaves to be with her until she's fully healed. They become a couple again. Max is chosen to oversee the reinstatement of the Plumbers.

What's left of Vilgax is taken by the Plumbers. Even completely disabled, he's kept in their most secure prison.

Of the villains that fought under Vilgax: Rojo was badly injured and arrested by the Plumbers. Dr Animo is nowhere to be found after the battle. SixSix dies. Kraab is mostly destroyed and his remains are confiscated by the Plumbers. Vulkanus is badly injured, but escapes. The Circus freaks are arrested by the Plumbers. Dr Viktor is MIA.

Myaxx is injured and has to be taken to a Plumber medical facility to recover. Tetrax goes and stays with her until she's fully healed.

Ben decides he wants to be a Plumber when he's old enough. But for now, he has to go back to school and his "normal life". He starts reading and studying more about magic and developing his magical abilities.

Gwen is really shaken by what she had to do to Vilgax, so after a year or so, when the Plumbers are fully back to work, she decides to leave the hero life and stops using the Omnitrix, which enters a dormant state. People are quick to forget about her after she stops appearing in the news.

Azmuth decides to end his exile and go back to Galvan Prime. He becomes an advisor for the new Plumbers as they branch out to keep the peace across the entire galaxy.

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if you’re hearing I LIKE YOU (A HAPPIER SONG) by POST MALONE & DOJA CAT playing, you have to know MILAN “MILLY” EDWARDS (SHE/HER; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the THIRTY-THREE year old HOTEL MANAGER has been in denver for, like, ONE YEAR. they’re known to be quite OPINIONATED, but being ADAPTABLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble LAURA HARRIER. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SOUND OF A BELL RINGING, SIGHING AFTER A STUPID PHONE CALL, LIVING OFF TV DINNERS AND TAKEOUT, YEARNING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the DOWNTOWN DISTRICT long enough!  

STATS:

full name :       milan ramona edwards

nickname(s) :     milly

birthplace :      miami, florida

date of birth :       01 / 01 / 1990

parentage :      elizabeth washington edwards & jeffrey edwards

relationship status :     single

gender identity :     cis woman ( she/her )

sexual orientation :     heterosexual

faceclaim :      laura harrier

BACKGROUND:

born in miami, florida to two… trying parents.

in no way was milan planned. in actuality, milan’s conception was meant to be no more than one last hurrah before her father left salt lake city, utah to fort hood in killeen, texas to join the military base

however, two and a half months later, sergeant jeffrey edwards receives a letter from the one and only elizabeth washington saying she’s pregnant and it has to be his

trying to do things the traditional way, the two find a way to get elizabeth to killeen and situated. around elizabeth’s four month mark, elizabeth and jeffrey decide to elope, tethering themselves together forever.

it’s around six and half months that the edwards’ are told they’re being relocated to florida.

milan isn’t due until mid january, but decides she wants to spend new years with her parents. she’s born on january 1, 1990 to a twenty-four year old jeffrey and a twenty-five year old elizabeth.

she spends the first year of her life in florida, but it’s at age one the edwards’ are told to move to seattle, and age three they’re told to move to washington d.c.

stability had never been a word milan was all too familiar with, seeing how she never lived in the same town for longer than two years at a time up until the age of eighteen

despite attending numerous public schools both on and off bases, milan had to really rely on herself if she wanted to retain any information. jumping from schools in the middle of the year always left her at a loss. either she was joining a new school ahead or behind where everyone else was.

neither of her parents were educated past the secondary level, but her mom tried to help her whenever she had time

luckily, the books and work she did seemed to be a constant in her life, which motivated her to do the work on her own. while the content of the work may have been inconsistent based on relocations, the expectation remained the same.

if she can’t control anything going on around her, she can control her own person. her grades were always good, and she always took really good care of herself. as she entered her pre-teen / teen years, she began reading different fashion magazines to figure out what to do with her hair, skin, and makeup. something she’s always had, though, is an incredible care for her teeth. it’s at age thirteen she decides she wants to go into dentistry when she gets older.

when she’s fifteen years old, jeffrey edwards is discharged from his military services. after living on bases all around the country, he decides he wants to settle down in vancouver, bc.

living in vancouver from ages fifteen to eighteen meant she was going to have a new record for place she’s lived the longest.

it’s not until things have really settled that milan notices her parents don’t seem to have the connection she thought they did. with the chaos of moving all the time with two parents working, it was never apparent to milan that they might not be a good match.

things are tense, and she hears harsh whispers across the hall when her parents believe she’s asleep.

still, they refuse to divorce. milan is almost out of the house, then they can be free to live life as they wish. after giving her years of instability, the last thing they want to do is spring yet another new life change on her. sometimes she wishes they had.

to get away from it all and back to what she’s familiar with, milan looks for a school in the states where she can get a degree in dental hygiene.

at age eighteen she moves to sacramento, california to attend carrington college. the program promises licensure in less than two years, and the sooner milan can get herself to a normal life, the better.

when she’s twenty and unfortunately after some mishaps with fiscal services and payments, milan is halfway through her program. just one more year and she’s done. and that’s when she meets her first boyfriend. she’s never been in one place long enough to really care to meet anyone, so this man is both nerve-wracking and exciting.

he is good to her. in fact, she’s never felt more COMFORTABLE in her life. with his love and support, the last year of the program is a breeze and she passes her licensing exams with flying colors.

she’s twenty-three and a year into her new job when she messes things up ROYALLY. her boyfriend’s sister is now engaged, and milan begins to think. she begins thinking of her parents timeline versus where her and her boyfriend were. they were almost the age her parents were when they had her. her parents never had the heart to tell her the truth about her conception, and although she knows their relationship is not good, she has no one else to look up to. she didn’t meet many friends parents growing up, and her parents would talk to more people on each base than she could keep up with.

for the first time in her life, milan is not fully in control of herself. sure, for the most part, everything is her choice. but wanting to be married was a decision they both had to make, and it didn’t seem like he was going to budge. before she knows it, she’s pushed too hard and he’s moving his things out.

not long after that, her parents finally decide to pull the plug on their own marriage as well. a cherry on top of the shit cake life had seemed to hand her.

with everything she knows crashing down around her, she feels herself spiraling. being a dental hygienist is not nearly as fulfilling as milan had planned for it to be, but the gig did come with some pretty decent benefits.

it’s the only way she can afford therapy. while she desperately needs multiple years to unpack everything she needs to deal with, it only takes a year for her to decide she needs to find a new job.

when her and her boyfriend were together, she was always the one planning dinners and parties, and she always felt her calmest when doing so. her therapist suggests it gives her the opportunity to have control, something she’d lacked the majority of her life. so, getting a degree in hospitality management and seeking jobs in that field seems like a no brainer.

she’s twenty-nine when she finally finishes school for the second time. she knows through social media that her ex has found his way to denver, colorado, and seems to have found peace for himself.

they haven’t spoken since he in years, but she ( hesitantly ) reaches out to catch up. she asks how he’s liking the city and what it’s done for him. in the end, she asks if denver is big enough for the both of them. ❛ I WANT SOME OF THAT PEACE YOU’VE GOT, ❜ she jokes.

to her surprise, he says yes. she goes back to work as a dental hygienist while planning small events on her off time. that, and selling most of the things still remaining in the apartment she never moved out of, seemed to be a bit lucrative. she saves enough money to get her to denver by february 2022, and her parents were kind enough to chip in what they could to help.

she quickly found a job at a hotel-- a receptionist, but there’s always room for growth. she moves up fairly quickly. it’s not long before she’s promoted to hotel manager.

she’s currently still trying to find her footing of life in a new(ish) town with a new(ish) career. overall, my girl is strugglin !!!!!

#this is an essay im so sorry yall dont have to read this #anyways hi!!!!! #chq;intro