#Sheffield Shield

[wisdomfish]

For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

Psalm 84:11

#psalm 84:11 #scripture #sun #sheffield shield #walk

[partybarty]

my husband (will pucovski) has returned from war (injury)!!!!

#will pucovski #my pucovski test opener agenda is officially back!!! #sheffield shield

[fazcinatingblog]

bloody zampa. just get him out

#cricket #laura watches sheffield shield cricket #and gets mad at adam zampa

[bellaturner]

Soothing Touch

I simply ✨ADORE✨ this GIF

Summary: YN is having a terrible migraine and Alex helps her through it.

No warnings, it's just pure fluff. (I did use a lot of song references though)

2,4k words (can you guys tell me how big you like one shots to be?)

Masterlist

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"Alex?" you called out from the bathroom, wincing at the sound of the front door slamming shut. Although it was shortly after noon, you could affirm that today was being a terrible day. A pounding migraine had plagued you all morning, despite taking four ibuprofens. Desperate for relief, you had decided to take a hot bath.

The warm water was inviting, and the steam rising from it was soothing. The excess daylight was making your head pulsate, so you had closed all the blinds, making the room dimly lit, the only source of light was coming from a few candles placed strategically around it.

As you sank into the tub, you let out a deep sigh of relief. It was the perfect temperature. You closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of the water on your skin, hoping it would ease the throbbing pain in your head. It felt like your brain was trying to escape from it.

Suddenly, Alex's thick Sheffield accent filled the air, "Ey, babygirl, 'ow are you?" causing you to smile weakly through your discomfort but still making you squint in pain.

You brought your hand up to your eyes, the light coming from the open door searing through your closed lids like knives. You winced in pain, feeling the warmth of the water on your skin causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead. You desperately shielded your eyes from the harsh brightness, but a few tears still managed to escape, rolling down your cheeks and mixing with the bathwater. With your other hand, you pressed gently on your temple, feeling the tension radiating outwards like a spiderweb of pain. You massaged the sore spot, hoping for any kind of relief from the excruciating ache that seemed to have taken over your entire head.

Alex raised an eyebrow, "Is everything okay, YN?" his tone was laced with concern as he looked at you, puzzled by the dark bathroom and your reaction to his entrance.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just have a bit of a headache," you replied, your voice barely above a murmur as you tried to hide the pain that seemed to radiate through every fiber of your being. Despite your best efforts to sound nonchalant, your words came out strained, revealing the true extent of your discomfort.

Alex's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice to a whisper, as if afraid that speaking too loudly would cause you more pain.

"That doesn't look like 'a bit of a headache' to me," he said concerned, his gaze moving to the beads of sweat glistening on your forehead and the tears that had escaped your eyes when he let the light into the bathroom.

You didn't answer, but nodded your head slightly, causing a sharp wave of pain to run across your body. He closed the door as silently as he could and moved closer to the tub. As he walked toward you, you couldn't help but notice the sound of his shoes hitting the floor. They were those shiny, fashionable leather shoes, with a subtle heel that you loved so much. It echoed through the room, adding elegance to the already luxurious bathroom.

He knelt by the tub, gently reaching out to caress you, a sense of comfort washed over your body as he touched you. His touch was gentle, and at this moment, you knew that he was the one person who could ease your pain and bring you peace.

"How can I help, baby?" he asked softly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I don't know, Al, but it hurts so bad" you whined, finally letting the tears run down your face.

"Let's start by taking this off, shall we?" he whispered, referring to a scrunchie that was holding your hair in the messiest of buns. "Don't cry, darling, you're going to make me crumble completely" he joked, knowing that you loved when he used references from his lyrics.

You let out a faint smile, and before you could even think of it, his long, skillful fingers were working on removing your hair tie. The feel of your hair being let down helping to soothe the pain a little, you hadn't realized, but the tight bun was making it worse. Some loose strains reached your back and fell ever so softly into the water.

You leaned into his hand, closing your eyes as he wiped the tears with one of them and ran the other through your hair. His touch became more soothing as he began to massage your scalp. The warm water, the soft candlelight, and his touch all combined to create a sense of calm that you desperately needed.

"Have you taken anything for it, doll?" he asked smoothly, and you nodded your head against his hands in agreement. "Hmmm..." a mumble escaped his lips, he was clearly trying to think of something to help you.

The water wrapped your body like a warm blanket, the steam rasing from it filling your lungs. Alex's strong, yet delicate hands made your head feel a bit better, but the pain was still radiating throughout your skull.

After what felt like an eternity, Al's whispery voice reached your ears again. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice barely audible above the sound of rushing water. You managed a weak smile, too exhausted to form words.

He got up and started to get undressed. As he removed his leather jacket, his toned arms and sculpted chest were revealed, a beautiful blue shirt hugging his body. His marvelous tattoo peeked out from underneath the fabric, adding to the allure of his physique. Even after being together for half a decade, you never grew accustomed to the sight of him. Anticipation rose in your chest, your heart beating faster.

Locking eyes with you, Al studied your reaction to his body, a mischievous glint in his eye. Even with the flickering candlelight casting constant shadows on his face, you could have sworn he winked at you.

"I've an idea," Alex's voice filled the space, mixing with the sound of his footsteps as he turned around and left. He was careful to open the door just enough for to get by and closed it as quickly as he could, so the light wouldn't hurt your eyes.

You heard some rustling coming from outside, but your mind was too focused on the pain to wonder what Alex was up to. A few minutes later, he returned, his shirt nowhere to be seen, making his muscular chest exposed. Taking a big breath in, you tried to stabilize yourself, not being able to handle those kinds of thoughts right now. Not when your head felt like it was being constantly hit by a hammer.

"Close your eyes, me darling, I have a surprise" he whispered, placing something on the counter and closing the door.

You obeyed, closing your eyes shut and letting your other senses take over. As you sat there, embraced by the water, the sound of a cap unscrewing and the distinct scent of peppermint wafted over to you. You breathed in deeply, the aroma calming your nerves.

You've always liked the smell of peppermint, it helped you calm down when you had a long day or when you were feeling ill. It reminded you of your early years. As a child, whenever you got sick or upset about something, your mum would brew you some peppermint tea and watch your favourite movies with you all night long.

"I hope you don't mind it, I went through your bedside table to find this." his whisper bringing you back to reality as he added a few drops of the essential oil to the bath water, the heat of it making the smell wash over the entire room.

As you allowed the calming scent of peppermint to engulf you, your mind began to wander to memories of your childhood. You remembered the cold nights snuggled up on the settee with your mum, wrapped in a warm blanket, drinking tea, and watching animated kids' movies on the TV. Those were simpler times, and the scent of peppermint always brought back those happy memories. Al's thoughtful gesture of adding the essential oil to the bathwater not only helped reduce your pain but also brought you comfort in the form of sweet nostalgia.

You opened your eyes to see Alex looking at you with a mixture of concern and love. It was moments like these that made you realize how lucky you were to have him in your life.

"I have another surprise for you," he said with a mischievous tone, and you heard the distinct sound of a champagne bottle being popped open. "Since the medication isn't helping, I thought we could try something else." He seemed pleased with his idea, even though it was a terrible one. You didn't want to hurt his feelings, so you reached out for the glass he was offering and took a small sip of the cool liquid before setting it aside to watch him finish undressing.

Alex slowly lowered himself into the tub, causing the water to ripple around you. He sighed contentedly as he settled in next to you, his body fitting perfectly against yours. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, his chest pressing against your back, and rested his head on the edge of the tub.

The warmth of the water and the feel of his skin against yours, his steady heartbeat and the sweet fragrance of peppermint started to work their magic. The pain in your head began to subside, and you let out a deep breath of relief. You knew that you had a lot of work to catch up on, but for now, all you wanted to do was stay in this moment with Alex.

Alex reached for something on a nearby shelf, moving slightly. He retrieved your favorite shampoo and carefully squeezed the bottle into his hand, applying the contents to your scalp and massaging it gently. The moment was nothing short of perfect, with his skilled hands washing your hair and soothing your head, and a gentle hum emanating from him and creating a pleasant sensation on your back.

You loved it when Alex sang to you, and he knew it. The soft melody of "Love is a Laserquest," one of your favorite songs, drifted into your ears, sending shivers down your spine and making you feel loved in a way you never thought possible.

"Feel better, love?" he asked softly, his voice full of concern.

As you nodded your head, Alex flashed a warm smile and gently pushed your hair to one shoulder. Then, he showered you with delicate kisses around your neck and ears, finishing off with a playful bite.

"I hate seeing you in pain," he whispered in a tender voice.

"I know," you replied, turning your head to gaze at him. "But you always make it better."

A wide grin lit up his face, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight. "That's because I love you, me doll," he said, his passion for you evident in his words.

With your hair now clean, you leaned back against his chest, enjoying the comfort of his embrace. His hands continued to roam over your body, occasionally making you ticklish. The pain you had been feeling earlier had dissipated, but you remained still in the quiet of the candlelit room, afraid to move or speak and break the enchanting moment.

Alex continued humming different tunes for you until the water turned cold, snapping you back to reality. Thanks to him, you felt revitalized. You turned slowly, gazing at his face. He was so perfect, it was impossible to resist him.

"I love you, Alex. Thank you for taking care of me," you smiled at him, admiring his chiseled jawline and striking nose before leaning in for a kiss.

His lips were soft against yours. Though it wasn't your intention, things heated up a bit as he explored your mouth with his tongue, causing you to let out a faint moan. You broke away with a smile against his lips.

"I love you too, darling. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I mean it," he declared, his voice full of conviction. "Now, let's get you to bed," he said, extending a hand to help you out of the tub.

He wrapped you in a soft, white towel, the fluffiest one you had ever seen, and led you towards your bedroom. As he began to dress, he tried to share his thoughts with you, but you were too busy admiring his perfectly shaped body to listen. "What do you think about that, love?" he asked, interrupting your daydreams.

"Hmm, could you repeat that, Al? I wasn't paying attention," you sheepishly admitted, your lips still moist from licking them. Alex chuckled, making you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

"Come on, doll, let's get you some rest. You could use a nap. I'll wake you up for dinner," he suggested. You nodded in agreement and followed him to the bed. As he tucked you in and kissed your forehead, you felt grateful to have someone like him in your life. You were almost drifting off to sleep when you heard him whisper softly, "Sweet dreams, little miss." And with that, you fell into a peaceful slumber, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

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Please, bare with me while I get back into writing.

I really, really hope you guys enjoyed it, it took me ages to get this finished. Being a perfectionist sucks.

Thanks for reading 💕

#alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fic #alex turner fluff #alex turner one shot #alex turner #alex turner imagine #alex turner smut #imagine #arctic monkeys imagine

[usafphantom2]

The only time the enemy came close to downing an Oxcart A-12 was on October 30, 1967. The missions were called Black Shield

During his first pass over North Vietnam, pilot Dennis Sullivan Detected Radar tracking. Two Sam’s sites prepared to launch, But neither did. During Sullivan’s second Pass, we were waiting for him. North Vietnam fired at least six missiles. Each is confirmed by vapor trails on Mission photography. The pilot saw the vapor trails in the photograph.

The pilot witnessed three missile detonations near and behind the A-12, which was traveling at Mach 3.1 at about 84,000 feet.

Post-fly inspection of the aircraft revealed that a piece of metal penetrated the underside of the right way, passing through three layers of titanium and lodged against a support structure of the wing tank. (If it hit the wing tank the A 12 would’ve had a problem) The fragment was not a Warhead palette, Probably debris from one of the missile Detonations that the pilot observed. This is the first and last time a missile got that close.

Source CIA

Linda Sheffield Miller

@Habubrats71 via X

[theoutcastrogue]

7+1 Classic American Pocket Knives

1) Toothpick, slipjoint folding knife, white plastic scales (shell knife, aka Handle Knife Patent), nickel silver bolsters, slender clip-point blade a.k.a. toothpick (not to be confused with the Arkansas toothpick, which is an ironically named humongous knife). Tang stamp "COLONIAL PAT No. 231064", 11 cm closed, 20th century (mid-20th, maybe?)

2) Fish knife, slipjoint folding knife, cracked marble celluloid handle with a fish-shaped shield, nickel silver bolsters, carbon blades: 1 clip-point and 1 saw/hook-remover/bottle-opener. Tang stamp "Imperial PROV. USA", 12.5 cm closed, c. 1946-1956.

3) TL-29 a.k.a. electricians knife, linerlock folding knife, rosewood handle with brass inset "TL-29" and lanyard ring, nickel silver bolster, brass liners, carbon steel blades: 1 spear-point and 1 wire-stripper/flat screwdriver. The name stands for "Tool, Lineman, number 29", originally from the U.S. Army Signal Corps. Tang stamp on the ricasso "CAMILLUS NEW YORK", and on the blade "TO RELEASE PUSH CENTER LOCK TO LEFT", 9.5 cm closed, circa 1960s.

4) Trapper, slipjoint folding knife, dark red bone (peach seed jig) handle with nickel silver shield "CASE", nickel silver bolsters, brass liners, chrome vanadium carbon blades: 1 clip-point and 1 spey. A Case model #31950 CV. Tang stamp on main blade "CASE XX" and 8 dots for date, and on the spey blade "USA 6254 CV), 10.5 cm closed, 2022.

5) Engineers knife, slipjoint folding knife, jigged bone handle with steel shield "USA" and lanyard ring, steel bolsters and liners, carbon steel blades: 1 spear-point, 1 bottle-opener/flat screwdriver, 1 punch, 1 can-opener. Identical pattern with an ubiquitous camping knife, later adopted for the U.S. Army Engineers. Tang stamp "CAMILLUS CUTLERY CO. CAMILLUS N.Y. USA" (4 lines), 9.3 cm closed, 1942-1945.

6) Buck 110 a.k.a. "Hunter", lockback folding knife, ebony handle, brass bolsters, stainless steel blade. Tang stamp "BUCK 110 USA" and date symbol, 12.3 cm closed, 2018.

7) Barlow, slipjoint folding knife, derlin (synthetic) handle, nickel silver bolster with fancy scroll work, carbon steel blades: 1 clip-point and 1 pen-blade. A Schrade #206, a.k.a. "Grand-dad's barlow". Tang stamp "SCHRADE USA 206", 8.5 cm closed, 1976-1983.

+1) Hunting knife or "Bowie knife", full tang fixed blade knife, jigged bone handle, carbon steel blade. The outlier, neither American nor a pocket knife, but made for the American market and advertised as a "bowie-knife" *, with its iconic clip-point blade. Tang stamp on the ricasso "ALFRED WILLIAMS SHEFFIELD ENGLAND", and on the blade "EBRO" between two Maltese crosses, 22 cm total, circa 1890-1920.

* For collectors, a "bowie" is a knife made for carrying (as opposed to keeping in your kitchen or toolshed), for the American market (regardless of where it was manufactured, the most famous ones are indeed from Sheffield), and somewhat arbitrarily, from 1827 to 1865 (from the Sandbar Fight to the end of the American Civil War). A more generous date range goes to the end of the 19th century, from 1827 to 1900. Everything else is up in the air: it can be big or small, simple or fancy, fixed blade or folding, with a clip-point or dagger or any other blade pattern, and of any materials. Today most people associate the term with a large fixed blade knife with an intense clip-point blade, regardless of when and where it was made.

P.S. I'm missing a stockman knife, and I want very specifically a Case medium stockman with clip, spey and sheepfoot blades, and a nice bone handle (pattern stamp 6318SS).

#tools of the trade #folding knife #knife #bowie knife #trapper #engineers knife #tl-29 #trs #sheffield #england #usa #multitool #barlow #trc #trp

[onenicebugperday]

@ghostieliving​ submitted: A lil shield bug I found on my aeropress filters last month, Google reverse image search says it's a sloe bug. I'm in Sheffield, England

Yep, looks like a sloe bug. Adorable!

#animals #insects #bugs #submission #true bugs #stink bug #sloe bug

[itsmythang]

Mum Bett was one of the first enslaved black American to sue for freedom and win in Massachusetts. As a free woman she took up the name Elizabeth Freeman. She was W.E.B Du Bios great grandmother. Her case served as precedent in the state that brought an end to the practice of slavery in Massachusetts. Freeman's real age was never known, but an estimate on her tombstone puts her age at about 85. She was buried in the Sedgwick family plot in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. She died in 1829. Freeman was among the first enslaved black Americans in Massachusetts to file a "freedom suit" and win in court under the 1780 constitution, with a ruling that slavery was illegal.

Her county court case, Brom and Bett v. Ashley, decided in August 1781, was cited as a precedent in the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court appeal review of Quock Walker's "freedom suit". When the state Supreme Court upheld Walker's freedom under the constitution, the ruling was considered to have informally ended slavery in the state. LIFE & TRIAL: Elizabeth Freeman was illiterate and left no written records of her life. Her early history has been pieced together from the writings of contemporaries to whom she told her story or who heard it indirectly, as well as from historical records.

Freeman was born into slavery about 1742 at the farm of Pieter Hogeboom in Claverack, New York, where she was given the name Bett. When his daughter Hannah married John Ashley of Sheffield, Massachusetts, Hogeboom gave Bett, then in her early teens, to them. She remained with them until 1781, during which time she married and had a child, Betsy. Her husband (name unknown, marriage unrecorded) never returned from service in the Revolutionary War.

Throughout her life, Bett exhibited a strong spirit and sense of self. She came into conflict with Hannah Ashley, who was raised in the strict Dutch culture of the New York colony. In 1780, Bett prevented Hannah from striking her daughter Betsy with a heated shovel, but Elizabeth shielded her daughter and received a deep wound in her arm. As the wound healed, Bett left it uncovered as evidence of her harsh treatment. Soon after the Revolutionary War, Freeman heard the constitution read at Sheffield and these words: “ All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, essential, and unalienable rights; among which may be reckoned the right of enjoying and defending their lives and liberties; that of acquiring, possessing, and protecting property; in fine, that of seeking and obtaining their safety and happiness." —Massachusetts Constitution, Article 1.

Bett sought the counsel of Theodore Sedgwick, a young abolition-minded lawyer, to help her sue for freedom in court. Sedgwick willingly accepted her case. He enlisted the aid of Tapping Reeve, the founder of America's first law school, located at Litchfield, Connecticut. The case of Brom and Bett vs. Ashley was heard in August 1781 before the County Court of Common Pleas in Great Barrington.

Sedgwick and Reeve asserted that the constitutional provision that "all men are born free and equal" effectively abolished slavery in the state. When the jury ruled in Bett's favor, she became the first African-American woman to be set free under the Massachusetts state constitution. The court assessed damages of thirty shillings and awarded her compensation for their labor. After the ruling, Bett took the names Elizabeth Freeman. LEGACY: The decision in the case of Elizabeth Freeman was cited as precedent when the State Supreme Judicial Court heard the appeal of Quock Walker v. Jennison. Walker's freedom was upheld. These cases set the legal precedents that ended slavery in Massachusetts. Vermont had already abolished it explicitly in its constitution.

[onlychaosnosense]

Kate was at the apex of the triangle...

Kate had to choose between

Her love for Edwina, a sister she has nurtured and helped raise. Ever since Mr. Sharma passed away, Kate took on the duty of being head and caretaker of the family, teaching, educating and preparing Edwina for a life where she wouldn't lack for anything.

And her love for Anthony, a man who has awakened needs and wants in her that she has ignored for so long. Kate has never let her mask of stoicism slip but something about the insuffereable Viscount makes her lose control, he brings down her walls and slowly but surely carves a place for himself in her heart. But alas, her beloved sister has also set her sights on him.

Kate was at the apex of the triangle. Having always ignored her own needs, Kate feels guilty and afraid of wanting to take anything for herself. Every scheme of hers has been an effort to ensure her family is taken care of regardless of whether she gained anything from it or not. And she continued to choose Edwina, every. single. time.

She kept the Sheffield stipulation hidden from Edwina and Mary because she didn't want it to affect Edwina's desire to marry the person she wanted. She did not wish her sister to carry the burden of providing for her family and sacrifice her happiness for them.

Kate was willing to live her life alone to ensure her mother and sister were taken care of. She was left to care for her family when she herself was a young girl and she was trying to prevent Edwina from ending up with the same fate. Her methods weren't perfect and she was often misguided but she herself was merely 18 and her understanding of the world was also not perfect. She probably wasn't perfect in guiding Edwina but someone had to do it and Kate stepped up.

Kate wasn't pushing or projecting her wants on Edwina, she was simply trying to shield her from the harsh reality of the world.

As many have pointed out before me, Kate was the one who suffered the most in this entire line (K + A) and dot (E) situation.

I am glad Kate found true love and happiness, because she deserved all of it. And I hope Edwina finds what it is that she is looking for, a new adventure awaits.

#kate sharma #edwina sharma #anthony bridgerton #kate x anthony #kate x edwina #bridgerton season 2 #netflix bridgerton #sisters #kanthony #kathony

[themculibrary]

Easter Masterlist 3

part one, part two

A Easter Surprise (ao3) - olicityfan15 frank/david T, 1k

Summary: Frank and David have started a new life together and for their first Easter, David has a huge surprise for Frank.

agony in the garden (ao3) - AliuIce0814 steve/bucky G, 696

Summary: Easter cuts through Steve to his marrow. Easter means a year since Bucky turned to ash three feet from his arms.

A Parent's Burden (ao3) - Marv-with-a-v (Marv_aka_Kitten_Writes) G, 1k

Summary: How do you set up an Easter egg hunt for a blind child? The same way you do for a sighted child, only with a little more creativity. But with every egg Matt finds, Jack finds a little something himself: hope that maybe, just maybe, things are going to turn out okay.

Boiled Eggs and Onions (ao3) - Siberianskys maria/bobbi T, 594

Summary: Allbingo Food Fest Prompt: Easter Eggs Ladiesbing Prompt: Spring

Easter Egg Hunts (ao3) - Toxictimefanfics_Orphan_Account tony/stephen T, 2k

Summary: Basically I wanted a fic where Tony and peter got to meet Stephen's family without them immediately hating them (Victor doesn't count) also nobody freaks the fuck out in a bad way when Stephen reveals he's Sorcerer Supreme.

Easter Shenanigans (ao3) - Jellybean96 skye/grant G, 2k

Summary: Basically what the title says

Holiday Spending (ao3) - tisfan bucky/tony E, 70k

Summary: anonymous asked:

Winteriron collage au w/fake relationship; Tony asks Bucky to be his fake boyfriend, either to shake off some matchmaking friends or to piss off Howard. Turns out Bucky is all Tony ever wanted in a boyfriend. Too bad it's not real (extra angst if Tony paid for Bucky to act as his boyfriend, now Tony wonders if it was all for the money). Happy ending?

Loki and Steve's eggcelent adventure (ao3) - aLoggedInReader loki/steve G, 5k

Summary: Easter is coming up and weird things start appearing in front of Steve's door. Figuring out who they come from is not that hard, figuring out the why is a real head scratcher though.

Of Pink Easter Bunnies and Drawing with Cap (ao3) - Stories_can_make_us_fly steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky didn’t expect their Easter Sunday to turn out like this. Then again, what had he expected when Tony Stark had invited them to a picnic in Central Park with the Avengers? And really, having Steve by his side was all he needed anyway.

Picture Perfect (ao3) - Everythingirl44 lincoln/skye G, 592

Summary: "I don't understand why I have to wait in a two hour line for a picture." Daisy mumbled, gently lifting their daughter on her hip.

"Because it's her first Easter, she needs a picture with the bunny."

Or

Daisy gets irritated waiting in line to meet the Easter Bunny.

Resurrection (ao3) - Eledhwen G, 1k

Summary: The city is too quiet in these odd, odd days, and Matt cannot sleep. He has been out every night, prowling the rooftops in the shadows, but the sounds reaching him are sounds he cannot help with. The violence on the streets has stopped; the violence in people’s homes, he cannot help with, though he wants to.

run baby, I'll catch you when you fall (ao3) - HogwartsToAlexandria G, 300

Summary: Memories are sometimes all you have left.

Simple Moments (ao3) - MissAdoration steve/natasha, clint/laura G, 29k

Summary: Just a little insight into what happens at SHIELD besides the craziness that happens within the stories of “Love Through the Pain”

Tampa: A Visitor's Guide (ao3) - DJClawson matt/theo, foggy/marci T, 4k

Summary: Theo takes Madame Gao's advice, and Matt learns to deal with feelings.

The Easter Hunt (ao3) - NovaRain, STARSdidathing loki/tony G, 1k

Summary: Tony is an Easter Bunny hurrying to collect some last minute chocolates, all while being watched by a certain smitten fox.

The Simmons Family Easter Luncheon (ao3) - RoseDeVents jemma/grant E, 3k

Summary: Jemma brings Grant to Sheffield to meet her parents over the Easter holiday.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #easter #easter masterlist

[partybarty]

just thinking about the fact that both bancroft and renshaw have hit centuries in the sheffield shield already and are practically begging to be selected, but they're gonna bring in harris when warner retires regardless 🫠

#there would be something so cinematic about bancroft replacing warner #but we know ca absolutely hate him

[ac-liveblogs]

Personally, if lb6 is any indication I think fgo's plan is to have Mash replace Galahad. I've thought that since I saw Mash call herself Fairy Knight Galahad and then all the dialogue with characters referring to Mash as Galahad but better, etc. Either way I don't think things will go smoothly for Galahad if he even gets into fgo.

I've been meditating on Mash succeeding as the "new Galahad", but LB6 didn't convince me that it's going to happen. Mash found a lot of joy and purpose in acting as Fairy Knight Galahad and the Knight of Sheffield, but I didn't read that as Mash needing to literally become Galahad; it was that acting -with amnesia- under his name, gave her the opportunity to act without restraint and show us the kind of person she is at the core, and what kinds of things are important to her. And, even without knowing her purpose or the reason she was made, she's a person that selflessly protects.

And she chose to defeat Barghest, earning Gawain and Lancelot's approval, not because it was practical or even definitively the right thing to do - the only thing at stake was Barghest’s reputation. She just did it because she cares about Barghest. So, as far as I can tell, FK Galahad (and Galahad himself) are more... narrative tools to show us Mash’s state of mind, rather than her inevitable future? Hmm.  

I found it interesting that Galahad's powers didn't really help Mash in the fight with Cernunnos at all; she needed to make use of the Black Barrel, a power that was out of her reach but was returned to her once Habetrot was sure she was ready to use it again. LB6 read as Mash getting her feet back and determining, using her own morality, what she wants to use her powers to protect - both her power as a hero of the shield, and as the bearer of the destructive power of the Black Barrel. This is something she especially needed to figure out now that things are less black and white than in part 1.

And not only have some of the barriers holding her back from Galahad been removed, it is now (thanks to Habetrot) infinitely easier for her to use the Black Barrel. I can't help but see parallels between Galahad and Habetrot's current function as the, uh, Guardian Fairy of the Black Barrel... or whathaveyou.

Mash's issues in part 3 have been relating to her insecurities regarding her actions and motivations, resulting in her disconnect from Galahad in the first place. That might mean she ends up figuring out her own path without him, or it might mean she ends up situationally bouncing between Ortenix/Black Barrel and Lord Camelot... I think it would be pretty reductive to just make Mash the new Galahad and ditch the old one instead of becoming a new hero in her own right, but it could certainly still happen. Just not sure how I'd feel about it, and how the Black Barrel would fit into it. Unless Habetrot just jacks that forever? I'm not entirely sure what's going on there. I’m still making my way through Tunguska. (Yeah, yeah, I know... I cleared Traum first, geh)

She'll certainly still be considered among the Knights of the Round no matter what, but, I mean. So are the Fairy Knights, Castoria and Gray.

The "Galahad-but-better" stuff was in reference to the power boost Mash got while acting as Fairy Knight Galahad - her permabuffs and being boosted to lv100 and such. A year plus on I can't quite remember if it was the inherent power of being granted Fairy Knighthood, her jacking her own fame boost due to time travel or what, but it was conditional on her being active in Fairy Britain and we were told at the end of the chapter that "Super Kyrielight" wouldn't be sticking around once the LB collapsed. It wasn't that she's literally superior to Galahad forever and always, it's just that under those circumstances she was hella jacked and could probably benchpress him.

Though at the end of the day, I just want him to be interesting. I hope I'll at least get that, regardless of anything else.

#replies #ac plays fgo

[bellaturner]

Perfect Sense

Not proof read, please let me know if there are any errors

Summary: you are pregnant with Alex's baby.

No warnings (there is the use of the words whore and gold digger once, and the mention of a 10 years age gap tho)

Basically fluff ✨

900 words

Masterlist

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You were 30 weeks pregnant when you decided it was time to share the news with the world. Of course, close friends and family already knew, but the general public was unaware. Whenever you went out, you always wore baggy shirts and tight high-waisted pants to conceal your growing belly and shield your little girl from the prying eyes of paparazzi. However, with only 10 weeks to go, it was becoming increasingly challenging to hide your pregnancy.

To make matters worse, the guys were in the midst of a world tour, and the gossip magazines had their focus on the Arctic Monkeys' members and their significant others. Your engagement to Alex had already provided them with plenty to gossip about when it was announced last year.

They feasted on it, relishing in highlighting the ten-year age gap between you and Alex, and making derogatory remarks, calling you a whore and a gold digger. It was tough initially, but you had learned to cope. Most of the fans supported you anyways, and you always had the guys standing up for you.

So, the day before the gig in Sheffield, you decided to have a conversation with your fiancé.

"Al, baby, I'm tired of hiding my belly," you said softly while cuddling with him in bed, resting your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. It was one of those lazy nights when you both stayed at home, watching movies. "Chloe will be here soon, and we haven't announced it yet."

His free hand moved to the base of your stomach, gently caressing it and eliciting kicks from your daughter. "Oh, hi there, love," Al chuckled. "Don't kick your mum like that," he scolded playfully.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt me," you laughed, placing your hand on top of his. You knew Chloe would be a daddy's girl; she already adored him so much. Whenever you played his music, she would celebrate with a tiny dance inside you, and when he returned home from work, she would kick until he came over and spoke to her.

"Do you think we should go public, princess?" he interrupted your little daydream.

"I do, baby," you replied.

"Then we'll do it tomorrow," he said with a mischievous grin. "But in a special way."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see, doll," he whispered. "Now let's finish watching this and get some sleep. I have to be up early tomorrow for the final rehearsal," he added, nuzzling your hair.

You adored those moments, when he buried his nose in your hair. His big nose and how he sometimes used it to bring you pleasure were just some of the things you loved about him. In your eyes, everything about this man was perfect. That's why he was yours, and you reveled in displaying your love, even when the media labeled you a gold digger. You were deeply in love with him, and nothing else mattered.

"I love you, Alex" you said placing kisses all over his chest.

"I love you too, darling," he replied, his voice sounding sleepy.

The following day was filled with anticipation. Alex got up early and left for the venue, and you joined him and the rest of the band for lunch. You wore a loose shirt, finally relieved to ditch the pants you despised. During the afternoon, you decided to read a book in the band's private room while the guys joked around and played music.

"You're glowing, babe," Alex said with a smile.

"I'm just so happy that we're finally going public with the pregnancy," you replied. "And curious about how we're gonna do it," you teased, but he remained silent.

He was about to say something when a voice called them over, announcing that they would be on stage in five minutes.

"I have to go, doll," he kissed your lips and joined the rest of the band at the side of the stage.

You watched them perform from the backstage area, reveling in the experience. Seeing them live always brought you immense joy. Around the fourth song, you noticed a change in the setlist, making you even more excited.

It was during the last song before the encore when Alex began to speak, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers.

"I don't usually do this, but since we're back to where it all began, I want to dedicate the next song to someone special," he said, searching for your eyes on the side of the stage.

The cameras quickly captured your face as you locked eyes with Alex and blew him a kiss.

"This next one is for my amazing wife and the mother of my child," he declared, and the crowd erupted in a frenzy, mirroring your own emotions.

You hadn't expected this. But as the realization sunk in, tears of joy welled up in your eyes. Not only had he referred to you as his wife in front of thousands of people, but he also announced your pregnancy, allowing you to proudly showcase your baby bump to the world.

The band proceeded to play "Perfect Sense," and at the end of the song, Alex sprinted over to you, passionately kissing you while whispering, "I love you, princess," and of course Chloe kicked until he kissed your bump as well.

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IT'S BEEN A WHILE BUT I'M BACK!

I've been trying to write something for almost a month, but I'm stuck at it, so I decided to write this short little story to kinda reset my mind, if that makes any sense.

Hope you guys enjoy this one ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗ ⁱ ᵗʰʳⁱᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ I really liked writing it.

OH, I almost forgot, this is a suuuper old request by @dietmtndew777, I hope you like it, babe 💕 (and sorry for taking forever to write it)

Anywayyyys, love yall 💕

~ Bella

#request #dietmtndew #alex turner one shot #alex turner x reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner #alex turner fluff #alex turner fic #alex turner imagine #arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys one shot #one shot #fluff #alex turner x you #alex turner fanfic #the car #fem reader #imagine #fan fiction #fan fic #arctic monkeys imagine #am

[usafphantom2]

Some people don’t realize that the A-12 was operational before the SR 71. For a few months in 1968, they were both there flying at Okinawa. The CIA’s newly developed Lockheed A-12 reconnaissance aircraft flies its first covert surveillance mission over North Vietnam. It is the first of 29 missions named Operation BLACK SHIELD, whose primary objective is to photograph the sites of possible surface-to-surface missile installations. The CIA directs the BLACK SHIELD missions, which are flown by six pilots and three aircraft based in Okinawa. They determine that no surface-to-surface missiles have been placed in North Vietnam.

The A-12, capable of flying Mach 3.2 at 90,000 feet, is the successor to the U-2 spy plane. Its specifications make it far less susceptible to radar detection than the U-2. The A-12 is also the precursor to the U.S. Air Force SR-71 Blackbird. BLACK SHIELD lasts until May 1968, and the A-12 is retired in June 1968.

My Dad’s signed photo given to him by Kelly Johnson and Ben Rich in 1965 of the A-12~ Linda Sheffield Miller

@Habubrats71 via X

[theoutcastrogue]

Old school multitools

mid-19th/early 20th century, Sheffield

Gold-mounted penknife by Joseph Rodgers & Sons, Sheffield, last quarter of the 19th century. With twelve folding blades and accessories, including bodkin, borer, hoof pick, and corkscrew, stamped with the maker’s details and mark of a star and cross, fitted with rounded mother-of-pearl scales retained by four gold-capped rivets, four finely engraved gold terminals, and vacant gold shield-shaped escutcheons, 11.3 cm (closed)

Folding pocket knife by John Petty & sons, Sheffield, late 19th century. With nine folding blades and accessories, including pen blade and button hook, gilt fillets, filed details including gilt spring backs inlaid with engraved mother-of-pearl plaques, and tortoiseshell scales inlaid with engraved copper alloy flowers, 11.7 cm (closed)

Sportsman 'Wharncliffe' knife by Rodgers, Sheffield, early 20th century. With folding blade stamped ‘Wharncliffe’, saw, corkscrew, awl, shaped farrier’s hook, inlet picker and tweezers, natural staghorn scales, brass fillets, and vacant German silver escutcheon, 10.4 cm (closed)

Multi-blade penknife for exhibition. With over one hundred folding blades and accessories including awls, borers, saw, scribes and bodkins, the main blade marked with a pair of crossed spurs at the base, fitted at each side with tortoise shell scales each retained by five minute German silver screws, and fitted with horn pick and German silver tweezers,12.0 cm (closed)

Coachman's knife, James Rodgers, Sheffield, mid-19th century. With eleven folding elements including signed blade, saw, farriers hook, fleam, trace borer, and corkscrew, iron fillets and natural staghorn scales with concealed tweezers, pick and concealed knife, 9.5 cm (closed)

Watts pattent cycle knife, Sheffield, late 19th/early 20th century. With four folding elements including tyre lever, pincer and blade screw driver, and nickel plated body stamped ‘Watts Patent’, 10.7 cm (closed).

Motoring knife. Probably by John Milner & Co., with ten folding elements including blades, screw drivers, bottle opener, spanner, corkscrew and trace borer, nickel-plated body, and steel loop.

Stand knife, 20th century. With four folding elements including button hook anGold-mounted penknife by Joseph Rodgers & Sons, Sheffield, last quarter of the 19th century. With twelve folding blades and accessories, including bodkin, borer, hoof pick, and corkscrew, stamped with the maker’s details and mark of a star and cross, fitted with rounded mother-of-pearl scales retained by four gold-capped rivets, four finely engraved gold terminals, and vacant gold shield-shaped escutcheons, 11.3 cm (closed)d gouge, nickel-plated body stamped ‘Celebrated “Stand” army knife’, with loop, 10.7 cm.

Engineer's knife, by W. Mills & Son, Sheffield. With four folding elements comprising three differing blades and a ruler, the body with a continuation of the ruler on one face, inscribed ‘Bristol’ and with an F2 biplane.

Sportsman's knife, by Rawson Brothers, Sheffield, late 19th/early 20th century. With eleven folding elements including large blade, saw, trace borer, bodkin and farriers hook, copper alloy fillets, mother-of-pearl scales, and vacant German silver escutcheon, 11.7 cm (closed)

Coachman's knife, Wilkinson, London and Shefflield, late 19th century. With eight folding elements including signed blades, farrier’s hook, scoop borer, corkscrew and cartridge extractor, copper alloy fillets, nickel silver body stamped ‘Par-a-gon’ on each face and loop, 12.7 cm (closed)

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#tools of the trade #folding knife #multitool #sheffield #england

[kakoiphonousangie]

My thoughts on LB6 (Arc 1)

My personal thoughts on Lostbelt 6 so far as I have been timegated and am so fucking hyped to see it come to fruition. I just wanted to collect my thoughts on it in a post. Apologies for lack of images I am doing this at 2AM and I need to get my feelings down.

From start to finish, I have been *very* into fucking world building, to the point where it is its only surpassed by its amazing character arcs! But regardless, I think the writers made a really good intro to suck you in first that makes you excited to be along for the ride.

The very first meeting you get of Fairy Britain is of rapscallion exiles who don’t have anything left to lose and are practically cockroaches of society. Even so they try their best to live out the rest of their lives, even if they cut it short themselves with the introduction of a human. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was a metaphor for all of Fairy Britain: a peaceful land eventually doomed to fail but with the introduction of one human cascades into an even worse fate filled with pain and suffering. 

I also love how differing area’s have differing politics on humans and what to do with them. Camelot and Salisbury seem intent to control humans, even if Salisbury’s leader thinks differently. (Hell, the disconnect is so much that I’m almost suspicious.) Norwich and Sheffield practically have fairies and humans side by side, although both of which is primarily motivated by an oncoming disaster. And then Gloucester is willfully feigning ignorance with neutrality, knowing that the only thing that matters is commerce. If you’re human, you’re a slave. A pet. A comrade in arms. A bargaining chip. And someone sticking through a disaster together with people.

Plus the introductions of various faeries make the world so much more lively. Especially the river fairies who lure people in with their wishes. That one in particular was really cool and made for a really good comedy bit.

And then the characters. GOD the characters. Every single main character has made a lasting impression on me, whether it be cool or immense, but intended, hatred. I especially love Castoria being fated to be this great hero but is the equivalent of throwing molotov cocktails at people. Also, at some point I noticed I didn’t know why Castoria was in the Amnesia Forest. Hm. I wonder if this is related to the crippling imposter syndrome she has over the entire Child of Prophecy thing and that it seemed like she let her entire hometown die. Sure would be bad if she tried to drown herself in amnesia so she could go back to being a regular hick! Regardless I will hype her up as much as possible and will kill everyone else in the room if they don’t cheer.

Anyways, moving on from Castoria, this is also very clearly supposed to be Mash’s time to shine and it fucking *shows*. Taking her away from Ritsuka and giving her own role to develop is so cool to see. Her absence is tangible, especially since she’s Ritsuka’s rock and they literally cannot keep themself in check without her as a support. Regardless, putting her with the scum of the earth (who aren’t true scum, just a little misguided and don’t know how to act) and making her still defend them at all costs is so good. She *is* a hero, a knight, Galahad’s very own Tam Lin to shield all that comes the way. It’s so satisfying to see her build herself back up and have something to stand for as Mash and not Chadea’s Demi-servant. (Also, I very much appreciate the buffs. Especially the np gain so i can fucking loop her np.)

And the fucking meetup with her and Ritsuka is SO FUCKING HYPE. Ritsuka, willing their command seals back (probably by sacrificing their of life force just to defy fate, i don’t think letting them know that was a thing they could do was a good idea) to triple boost a Lord Camelot is just. Fucking Incredible. Also giving THEM a monolouge not influenced by the player hit me so fucking hard because for once Ritsuka doesn’t feel like an insert MC. They’re a fully fledged maniac of their own and above everything they want to save their beloved Mash and the rest of Britain. (Granted, they never were just an insert, especially during lostbelt arc, but this takes it to a new level) And it makes it hurt all the more when Mash is taken away to Morgan. But also not to a point where the other Tam Lin know about her, at least Tristan. Very fascinating to me. Still satisfying to watch the hope drain from Guda’s eyes as their sanity plummets.

On the account of Oberon, I like him but sadly don’t have much to say about him expect REALLY loving his art and the writers making great stuff with his humor. Regardless, I like that he tries to care for Guda in his own way. Same thing with Muramasa, but with the added part of liking his like. Strict Grandpa relationship with the cast, with a soft spot for Artoria.

Comedy is also been top notch. From being owned by Artoria (which she seems a *wee* bit too excited by) to buying the Child of Prophecy (30% Chance), the writers hit home with nearly everyone. Plus, it helps a lot with getting some relief, especially after heavy hitters like the fall of Sheffield due to the Black Barrel and the loss of Tristan. 

All and all, this is by far my favorite chapter by a mile. I returned from a long ass hiatus just to sink my teeth into this and by god it delivered. Glad, I came back. And, while i was mainly trying to save for someone else later… I couldn’t help myself bringing home someone who I’m told is very good!

Till our next meeting, King of the Lostbelt! I hope you’re as good as people tell!

#lb6 spoilers #lb6 liveblog #granted #one person I follow is the one who conviced me of returning #through VERY good fan-fiction #but honestly I gotta thank em for it #this is the most i think i’ve enjoyed this game since gudaguda 4