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thoughtsandbones · 1 year

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A not so forgotten history

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc ( codename: Blue)

WARNINGS: Mention of death, war, angst, mental health mention, drug mention, fluff, just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace..

Song inspo: Terra Firma - Delerium ft Aude and 1973 - James Blunt

(lol lowkey wanted to know what Ghost thought of Soap taking photos of Blue)

https://open.spotify.com/track/0fuQ65fX8W94q6QwTFyqgI?si=4fc4c93f25394143 (because you should all here this song.. :) )

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic!c :D

PART 1, PART 2 and PART 3

Part 4

Once Soap came back from the bathroom, he was on his way to meet up with Ghost in the mess hall.

He began humming to himself

She seems like an interesting one Soap had thought to himself. Ghost had mentioned that you had a practically useless file which was mostly redacted.

Soap grew further suspicious once you handed over that piece of shite form to Ghost.

He's hoping Price knows what he is doing... Of course Price knows what he's doing... But that whole mix-up with you being charged for malpractice? That's a pretty big deal

Although he could say the same for their previous Doctor who was too much of a fan of glue in the field.

His thought process engulfed him has he nearly hit the door to the mess hall.

Has he entered the mess hall, he saw Ghost, facing the window watching the remains of the sunset. It was an odd sight... Usually he doesn't keep his back to the door.. Soap pondered

Ghost had his arms crossed, he was leaning against the table nearest to the window.

"Alright L.t?" Soap says once he got near him.. Ghost still had not turned to give him usual glare of this nickname that he would grunt at.

"Notice' you took photos of her" Ghost finally said, turning to face Soap, his arms still across his chest, letting out a sigh.

Oh yeah Soap thought

"I figured we needed intel L.t" Soap said, grabbing his phone out from his pocket and getting the photo he took. "Her forms, and file, like you said were redacted. Heavily"

"Yeah, well that was the usual with Shepherd back then" Ghost said, unfolding his arms and coming over to Soap to view the photo he took of you.

"Even you raised your suspicions sir" Soap said, handing over his phone to Ghost.

Ghost took the phone and held the photo of you in his gloved hands. You were looking at the sunset. He zoomed in, without even thinking about it.

Your face was still lit from the sun setting in the horizon, the orange and pink bleeding across the sky.

The way your eyes lit up from the light of the sunset, that change in colour. There was a softer 'ping' in his chest again, not as sharp as the first.

Not even Johnny's camera could capture a view like that Ghost thought.

'Hmmm'' Ghost says, the gears in his head grinding. He handed the phone back to Soap and crossed his arms again.

Is it really you after all these years? Ghost pondered There was a sense of familiarity with those eyes

Trauma does heavy damage to the brain, so many soldiers have come and gone, and most of them have blurred into one face. The name rang a bell, but he still couldn't picture you from all those years ago.

"Price said she worked here before" Soap said, trying to fill the silence whilst Ghost did his usual quiet analysis.

"Yeah, long time ago" Ghost responded

"Did you know her then?" Soap said puzzlingly. How could he keep this from him Soap thought

"Only from when I dug up some info in the archives" Ghost said

"What archives?!" Soap shrieked

"Restricted access kind" Ghost said back to him "She was a rookie under my ol' Captain"

'What Captain?" Soap asked. Just has felt like he fit into this place and was getting to know Ghost, something new had to ambush him.

Ghost noted the continued level of shock rising in Soap, so much so that his arms started to flap a bit.

"That's classified I believe" Ghost said, he noted a bigger wave and and even shocked expression expanding across Soap "I'll talk to Price 'nd see if we can tell ya Johnny" Ghost added, giving a brief tap on his arms and started to walk to the door.

"Is she dangerous?" Soap asked "After Graves.." Soap started

Ghost whipped around

"No. She's nothin' like that" Ghost quipped back.

Nothing like that bastard Ghost thought

"Sorry sir, didn't mean.." Soap said

"It's fine, you have questions, c'mon let's find Price" Ghost says, heading out of the door.

The both of them headed down the corridor to Price's office

Explainin' this mess to Johnny is going to be... interestin' Ghost thought to himself.

As they reached Price's office, Ghost knocked on the door

"Come in" Price yelled

As they entered they saw Price at his desk, soft jazz playing in the background whilst he typed away on his computer. As Ghost and Soap entered he looked up.

"Ah lads, you read my mind!" Price exclaimed

"Yeah, we needed to talk about some things.." Soap started again. He wanted to get right down to it, and was hoping Price wasn't going to send them to do some menial task when there was a juicy part of history to lap up.

"Yes, I gathered as much." Price said, finishing off typing on his computer, he gestured to the both of them to have a seat on his sofa in his office.

Ghost and Soap took a seat and waited for Price to join them on the small armchair opposite the sofa with a small table in between.

"Guessing you have questions about the new doctor?" Price says smiling at both of them leaning forward as he sat down.

"That and this old Captain?" Soap said suddenly

Price's head looked up from Soap to Ghost, Ghost's eyes darted from Price to Soap's who was still looking at Price.

"What'd you know?" Price says curiously leaning back in the chair.

"That our new medic - well doctor worked under him and that Ghost knows and I don't" Soap responded

"I know a lotta things that you don't Johnny" Ghost said, suppressing a small laugh

Soap turned to Ghost, frowning at him and turned back to Price

"The Captain, was Captain David MacAlasdair, a friend and colleague" Price started

"A fellow Scotsman?" Soap chirped

"Yeah, from Glasgow" Price added "He took under a few cadets and trained them up through the army and most them signed up and passed into the the early beginnings of the 141, before it was called the 141." Price reminisced.

"Codenamed Blue, our new doctor, was one of the cadets that the Captain trained. On a mission to obtain intel at a Russian base in Siberia, the Captain was captured and executed." Price says

"Jesus" Soap whispered a lot of shit went down here in the past that he had no idea about he thought Bad things have happened to too many good soldiers. Too many good men have lost their lives

"The Captain took Blue with him, she wanted to progress further in her career here so she went on this mission" Price continues.

Ghost's eyes widened. He didn't realise that one mission that you went on was that one.

"After the mission went south, contact was lost and we thought she was either KIA or MIA. She made contact with our Russian friend, Nik, and then came home."

"Why did the mission go bad?" Soap asked

"We do not know. The file Shepherd gave was redacted" Price huffed

"Yeh, a two pager turned into 7 words" Ghost gruffed

"Seen the file then?" Price asked Ghost

Ghost nodded back, wanting to hear more of the story.

"Why did she leave?" Soap asks, he felt like he was pestering Price, but he couldn't help it. He needed answers.

"Her choice." Price said, sighing deeply bringing his left hand to scratch his beard.

"She left, and went to medical school. Always knew that one had some top tier brains." Price resumed

"What about this malpractice issue" Soap asked without even thinking.

"That's a whole misunderstanding, and I believe she should be the one to tell you" Price stated

"What's her name?" Soap blurted

"Jeez Johnny, what is this? 21 questions?" Ghost sighed

"Lt, you saw her file, nothing on there." Soap replied rolling his eyes.

"Ghost, you don't remember her?" Price asked

"Vaguely" Ghost responded.

Price got up from his chair, and went to a standing cabinet near his desk, he went through the files and papers until he picked a small white envelope up. He then walked back over to the sofa where Ghost and Soap sat.

Soap perked up at the sight of the envelope.

He opened the envelope, which revealed a small collection of photographs, and flicking through, he found the right one.

"Hope this jogs the brain" Price said handing a photo to Ghost smiling slightly

Ghost took ahold of the photo. All of a sudden a switch triggered in his head when he laid eyes on that photo.

Soap moved towards Ghost to get a better look.

The Captain and you. You had the goofiest face; crossed eyes and your mouth, baring your teeth and the Captain, facing you, was there laughing. Both of you dressed in combat gear, ready for a mission or training? The Captain wearing his beret and you... had shorter hair. A pixie cut with the left hand side shaved.

That 'ping' in his chest flickered again. Deep within his brain the memory of you resurfaced. You were one of the five cadets trained by the Captain and before he was the Ghost...

"This was before the Captain's last mission" Price said, eyeing Soap's curious face.

"She looks completely different now" Soap said, noting your short hair and slimmer build.

"That tends to happen as people age Soap" Price chuckled, sitting back down in his chair.

Ghost continued to look at the photo. He could faintly hear your laugh from all those years ago.

"She thinks I'm dead" Ghost finally says, giving the photo back to Price

"How?" Soap asks

"She knew Ghost as Simon Riley" Price answered.

Ghost nodded

Of course Soap thought, all these revelations about her had made him forget that Ghost was a ghost...

"That's your decision of when you want to tell her Simon" Price said, using his name this time.

Ghost looked up at Price.

"Gonna be a bit difficult" Ghost says

"Would you rather she found out if you're injured or from someone else?" Price explained, slightly nudging his head towards Soap, unbeknownst to Soap himself.

Ghost sighed. Of course I need to tell her he thought

"Where is she now?" Price asked This will be interesting to see how Simon deals with this

"Infirmary" Ghost replied

"Right, guess I better go see her before she starts wondering the base" Price said, getting up.

Ghost and Soap also got up from the sofa and then walked to the door of Price's office.

"Johnny, go ahead, I need to have a word alone with Price" Ghost said

Soap looked at Ghost curiously, and then walked out, Ghost made sure the door was closed before turning to Price.

"What is it Simon?" Price asked

"I err.." Ghost started, he looked at the ground and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Price looked Ghost cautiously.

"Ruhari, I called her that name" Ghost said finally

Price chuckled, shaking his head

"Of course you did" Price said "So you did remember her?" Price asked

Ghost grunted. He dug himself a hole and now he's ready to be buried.

"She is going to ask how you knew her name" Price stated, crossing his arms. "I'm not going to tell her Simon, but you need to tell her, she deserves that at least" Price said unfolding his arms and raising his right arm to pat Ghost on the shoulder.

"Yes sir" Ghost replied

Ghost edged towards the door, opening it and they walked out.

"I'll cover you this time" Price said, as they both stood in the hallway as he locked his office.

Ghost nodded and watched Price walk off to the infirmary.

Taking a deep breathe, Ghost put his hand in his front pocket to retrieve the key for your room. He walked down the hallway and found himself outside her soon-to-be room. A thin gold plaque was on the door that had a red cross on it. He unlocked the door and looked inside.

It was barren. Soon to be occupied by her.

The image of her trembling legs flickered in his mind. Her demeanour has changed. She wasn't the same person from before he thought.

Ghost left the room, not locking it, but made his way to an airing cupboard nearby that had spare towels, bedsheets and blankets in it. Pulling out two warm towels, he walked back to the room he was just in and placed the towels on the end of the bed.

He walked over to the window, staring outside. The sun had disappeared, the sky a mixture of dark and light blue. He sighed and then walked towards the door.

He turned around and looked at the towels he brought her, laying on the bed.

How am I going to get out of this one he thought.

Ghost opened the door and left the room, locking the door and made his way to the infirmary. Back to see you again.

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year

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Hi! Thanks so much for all your fic recommendations and analysis posts! They are fantastic!

I was wondering if in your travels you had come across any fics that rewrite season 9, so that Mulder didn't leave, BUT also keep going with something that looks like the plot of season 9. Not necessarily the exact plot (since it’s bonkers), but something where Mulder and Scully have to deal with the larger Mytharc while being parents. Falling In And In by Aloysia_Virgata is the closest I’ve come to what I’m looking for.

And just to be clear, I love fics like Terra Firma by Malibusunset and Hurricane Season by Beduini and Rah, but they aren’t quite what I’m looking for in this case.

Thanks!!!

YES I HAVE! (Thanks for the compliments~.) I did my best sticking to this very, VERY specific niche. Some of these include Mulder left but Scully joined him later:

Mulder Doesn't Leave But the Mytharc Continues

Lapsed_Scholar's MASTERFUL fill-in series: Mulder is a stay-at-home dad during the entire events of S9 (including the cat autopsy scene.) Love this to death; and it further cemented my hatred of canonical S9, so there's that: Season 9 Rewrites and Musings - Lapsed_Scholar - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

ML/ML_is_me’s (Ao3, Gossamer, DW, Invidiosa)

Mulder is a stay-at-home dad battling the Conspiracy. Scully and their new partner get a call and drop-in from Phoebe, who is relatives with a higher-up:

1/ Project:TruthSeekers Alt Season Nine: Home Fires, Part One - ML_is_me, spookyawards_archivist - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] Goss Gossamer | Story: "The New Truth, A Project 09x04 - Home Fires 01" by ML ��

2/ Project:TruthSeekers Alt Season Nine: Home Fires, Part Two - ML_is_me, spookyawards_archivist - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] Goss Gossamer | Story: "The New Truth, A Project 09x04 - Home Fires 02" by ML AU/INTP marvels that ISTJ tracked him down w/ Will-- Gossamer | Story: "155 Words - Thankful" by ML

@baronessblixen's short AU covers a S9 nightmare Mulder had: (53) Hate is always foolish and love is always wise on Tumblr Ao3 Just A Dream - Baroness_Blixen - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

@o6666666's (Ao3) 20. As we huddle together, the storm raging outside-- Untitled — 20 (tumblr.com)-- is an invasion story where Mulder and fam bunk out to escape the aliens.

jeri's (MC) fic focuses on a case Monica and Doggett bust in connection to Marita. Mulder is in the background being a stay-at-home, mentioned occasionally by Scully: Ahonis (mulderscreek.com) Goss Gossamer | Story: "Ahonis" by jeri

@aloysiavirgata has a long series about Mulder and Scully parenting a specially-abled Will, ending with mytharc Colonization:

By Falling In and In

LiveJournal 2

LiveJournal 3

LiveJournal 4

LiveJournal 5

Other assorted S9 fics w/ dashes of By Falling In and In are:

A Heart of Star-- Mulder has bonding moments with his growing son

Elysium-- Scully has bonding moments with her son growing up

Mulder Left, Scully Joined-- Mytharc Flavored

touchstona's epic that diverges from your idea only slightly-- Mulder is on the run; but Scully hauls Will out to him with her. The series is long and beautiful, touching on their entire relationship but mostly the wounds of S8 he has yet to address. She also reforms the entire mytharc while only using tools the show's writers gave us. Stunning work:

Part 1/ Amor Fati: Destinata (The Fated Love), Act One: Desiderium (The Longing) - touchstoneaf - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Part 2/ Amor Fati: Destinata (The Fated Love), Act Two: Et Perierat et Inventus Est (The Lost and the Found) - touchstoneaf - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Part 3/ Amor Fati: The Fated Love, Act Three: Tres Discendens (The Leaving of the Three) - touchstoneaf - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Tess (Ao3) and Jacquie LaVa's fic covers Byers escorting Scully and Will to Mulder to Christmas. Mulder convinces her to stay: xfms.xffics.com/stillstillstill.txt Goss Gossamer | Story: "Still, Still, Still" by Tess & LaVa, Jacquie

Tess also writes about Scully being shoved back to the FBI for resources since Mulder is on the outs. The conspiracy rages on: Gossamer | Story: "The New Truth, A Project 09x00 - Prologue, A New Beginning" by Tess

ML/ML_is_me’s (Ao3, Gossamer, DW, Invidiosa) Slightly off topic-- Scully tracks Mulder down with Will in tow: Gossamer | Story: "155 Words - Thankful" by ML

Does this count? Gillian Leigh's (MC) AU diverts from canon midway? when Mulder gets a vision from his future daughter warning against the adoption. He goes back, packs up Scully, his fam, and hers, and hides out in a civilization bunker. Samantha's there, too: Visitor in the Desert (mulderscreek.com) Goss Gossamer | Story: "Visitor in the Desert" by Leigh, Gillian

I have more; but this is long enough as it is! XDDDD

Hope these all do somethin' fer ye~!

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this-is-a-love-story-isnt-it · 7 days

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Ok, so as I said in my post about that article where Kurtzman basically said that filler episodes should be avoided in Star Trek, I started talking about Farscape in the tags, but it started getting too long, so I want to make a separate post.

I was thinking about "filler" episodes in Farscape, and as I was looking through Farscape episodes, I realized that a lot of Farscape episodes can be considered "filler". I've recently started calling them "stand alone" eps, though. It sounds more accurate. I noticed that most of the time in Farscape, the major plot advances are in the multiple-episode arcs a couple times per season. Like, most of season 1 was what you would call standalone eps. Did it further the plot of "the peacekeepers are after us and John has wormhole knowledge that Scorpius will do anything to get?" mostly no. We see it in Nerve/Hidden Memory, and then at the end of the season in Family Ties. Then in Mind the baby (2x01) they're still inside of the main story arc of dealing with the peacekeepers who are after them and putting Talyn in danger also. Episode 5 is important for a lot of backstory (but also character driven). And then we don't get into any more major movement of the plot until the Look At the Princess trilogy (s2 eps 11-13).

And then the next time the plot gets moved forward is in the Liars, Guns, and Money trilogy (s2 eps 19-21), and then in Die Me, Dichotomy and Season of Death (s2 ep 22 and s3 ep 1).

And then Self-Inflicted Wounds parts 1 and 2 (s3 eps 3-4). Then ep 6 (Eat Me) is critical to the storyline of the rest of the season.

Actually, I'm looking at the season 3 eps, and season 3 is a pretty equal balance between plot advancement and character/relationship development. But especially with the multi-part episodes like the Infinite Possibilities 2-parter, and the Into the Lion's Den 2-parter there's plot advancement.

The season 4 eps 2-3 are major plot episodes. And then no more plot-heavy eps until Unrealized Reality, Kansas, and Terra Firma (eps 11-13). and I guess the rest of the season is actually pretty plot heavy except for ep 14. It doesn't sacrifice the character interaction and development, but the plot is moved forward or is key to the overall arc for the rest of the series after that.

So really, only less than a 3rd of Farscape episodes further the overall story along. Most other episodes are important for character development and world building. Some of them are true stand alones in that there isn't really a lot of character development, either, just kind of like a fun ep (Like Through the Looking Glass or John Quixote).

So idk, it's kind of like there are 3 types of episodes in a lot of shows. I'm thinking of Farscape, Firefly, Fringe, and Star Trek here (like TOS, TNG, VOY, DS9). There are plot heavy episodes that contribute to the overall plot or main story arc, episodes that develop characters either in relation to the plot or just backstories, and then eps that nothing really happens except a fun adventure. With Firefly I actually don't really know if they developed a min storyline yet, except for the whole thing with River. I guess that was supposed to be the main arc? But most episodes were kind of standalone eps. Like adventure of the week kinds of things which allowed for character development and character interactions/relationship development. Fringe had a bunch of "monster of the week" episodes. Some of them gave character backstories or expanded what we know about the characters, but didn't really push the arc forward (or at least you didn't realize it at the time, but like 10 episodes later it turned out to be something significant lol).

But shows like Gilmore Girls... I guess shows like that are character driven most of the time. Most of the story arcs had to do with relationships. And there were arcs like Lorelai and Sookie opening their own inn, and there were a couple episodes that almost fully revolved around that. But it doesn't really have one main storyline or arc. Even sitcoms are like this. the story arcs are usually relationship related and each ep is kind of stand alone.

I'm thinking this main storyline and filler episode thing is unique to scifi shows, actually??? Specifically the "old" ones before they started making shows that only have 6-13 episode seasons.

New Star Trek series like Picard and Discovery are 98% plot and 2% character or relationship stuff. Same with a show I watched recently called Emergence. Character relationships were developed, but every episode contributed to the one storyline. Also currently watching Containment and it's the same way. Both of those shows had 13 episodes.

#farscape #firefly #star trek #fringe #filler episodes

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galaxiesworldsaway · 1 year

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Terra Firma parts 1 and 2 are honorary members of Discovery seasons 1-2 because they return to the dark atmospheric story reaching for a brighter ending.

#star trek discovery #I might elaborate

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defconprime · 1 year

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Terra Firma Part Firma Part 2

#star trek cards #star trek discovery #philippa georgiou #micheal burnham #guardian of forever #ronald bryce #mirror universe

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whatgaviiformes · 2 years

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Fic: Tracy Seaside Orchard and Farm - Part 13 (Chapter 7)

Summary: Alternate Universe. Gordon is a farmer. And he seems to have nothing to do with International Rescue. Now on AO3! Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family.

*Warnings have been updated to include phobias and panic attacks* Please be aware for this chapter. The section with the panic attack will be marked for you to skip, but note that this story will continue to explore the aftermath.

I do think this will answer some of those pending questions you all have. :)

New to this fic? Please be aware for this story that parts are posted in sections here on tumblr before I upload the chapter to Ao3. Chapter 6 has been updated on Ao3 and will bring you to caught up. Chapter 7 is long enough on its own, and we will likely continue with this length as this story continues and concludes, now that we are in the heavier material. I should probably tell you, the links below are right. When you get to Ao3, the prologue has thrown off the chapter count.

A/N: There’s still so much love.

It’s been awhile since I acknowledged thank yous - so to @gumnut-logic for the Virgil sanity check in this one and @the-original-sineater for having to keep this whole concept quiet for so long and providing feedback.

I’ve put this one on Ao3 directly again because it’s another 3 almost 4K words at once.

Gonna go hide now, so I hope you like

*****

Chapter 7

Virgil considered himself a rather level-headed guy in most cases, but that was only because he settled himself in his projects. Honestly, anyone would seem level-headed in comparison to Scott. But working had always helped him clear his mind, and he appreciated having a similar mind to talk to during his endeavors. At home his never-ending project was Thunderbird Two with her constant upgrades because she deserved the best. Meanwhile, Brains’ pragmatic focus was a blessing for re-grounding himself when he needed it. Here, Everett wasn’t necessarily an objective bystander, but he promised Virgil he could compartmentalize his loyalty to Gordon if it meant that Virgil could get his feelings off his chest. The radio had taken most of them, the tractor the last quarter (even Scott would say he was fine to work on the heavy machinery, and it had really needed its steering upgraded), leaving Everett to provide an ear for the last 2% of his frustration while they worked on the final preparations for the party.

Regardless of the tension between them, Virgil would never risk the success of the event when it obviously mattered so much to Gordon and the rest of the people who’d offered him their friendship and hospitality. He was determined to get the stereo working for them and for his own satisfaction, so though he had a plan B, it was not an option. He had his heart set on getting the rustic antique functioning.

How far he’d come.

And so much had changed.

He had not known what to make of Scott’s suggestion that he visit Gordon of all people to heal from his injuries. At first, he’d been resistant, happily blissful in his ignorance of the comings and goings in the other man’s life. His brother’s idea was insane and laughable at best. As far as he was concerned, they had the finest of care facilities on Tracy Island and on the mainland if needed, and what could Gordon possibly do for him anyway? And what did Scott know of Gordon? Virgil hadn’t wanted the glimpse beyond the curtain.

“You’ll understand.”

“No way.”

“It’s already arranged.”

“It’s not happening.”

But it had, and he hadn’t been happy. It took an ultimatum and wrangling by all three of his siblings to just - give it a try. Before he could think about it, the next time on terra firma was stepping onto land he’d never seen, of an estate his father’s son had apparently built in the wake of the quarrel that destroyed them. If you could call it that. It was more that Gordon had ravaged the heart of something that couldn’t be fixed or replaced, then left, like a coward, and never came back. The Gordon he once knew, even the one after the hydrofoil accident, could never be so heartless.

But the estate was magnificent.

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#Gavii Scribit #Fic:TSOF #chicken!Dad #gordon tracy #Virgil Tracy #Farming Estate AU #thunderangst #misunderstandings #thunderbirds fanfiction #tw: panic attack #tw: phobia

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josephratzingeroleplay · 1 year

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16 aprile 1927: nasce Joseph Alois Ratzinger a Marktl am Inn, Germania, ultimo dei tre figli di Joseph e Maria Ratzinger.

1943-1945: Assistente nella difesa antiaerea della Germania e soldato di fanteria; imprigionato nel 1945 nel campo di prigionia americano a Neu-Ulm.

29 giugno 1951: ordinato sacerdote insieme al fratello Georg Ratzinger a Frisinga.

1969-1977: Professore all'Università di Ratisbona.

25 marzo 1977: nominato arcivescovo di Monaco e Frisinga.

27 giugno 1977: creato cardinale da papa Paolo VI.

25 novembre 1981: Nominato Prefetto della Congregazione per la Dottrina della Fede da Papa Giovanni Paolo II; assume l'incarico nel marzo 1982.

2 aprile 2005: muore Papa Giovanni Paolo II.

8 aprile 2005: da decano del collegio cardinalizio, Ratzinger presiede i funerali di Giovanni Paolo II.

19 aprile 2005: eletto 265esimo papa in uno dei conclavi più veloci della storia. Scegliendo il nome Benedetto XVI, dice di essere solo un “semplice, umile lavoratore nella vigna del Signore”.

24 aprile 2005: insediatosi come papa con la messa.

18-21 agosto 2005: Primo viaggio all'estero, alla Giornata Mondiale della Gioventù a Colonia, Germania.

24 settembre 2005: incontro con il teologo dissidente Hans Kung nella residenza estiva papale.

25 dicembre 2005: Firma della prima enciclica “Dio è amore”. Rilasciato il 25 gennaio 2006

28 maggio 2006: durante un viaggio in Polonia visita il campo di concentramento di Auschwitz.

12 settembre 2006: durante una visita in Germania, tiene un discorso all'Università di Ratisbona che fa infuriare i musulmani; citando un imperatore bizantino che caratterizzò alcuni degli insegnamenti del profeta Maometto come "malvagi e disumani", in particolare "il suo comando di diffondere la fede con la spada".

16 aprile 2007: Primo volume di “Gesù di Nazaret” completato nel giorno del suo 80° compleanno. Rilasciato il 13 aprile.

27 maggio 2007: firma una lettera ai cattolici cinesi, esortandoli a unirsi sotto la sua autorità. Pubblicato il 30 giugno.

7 luglio 2007: Rimosse le restrizioni sulla celebrazione della vecchia Messa in latino come gesto importante per i cattolici tradizionali.

20 aprile 2008: durante una visita negli Stati Uniti, prega per le vittime degli attacchi dell'11 settembre 2001 a ground zero.

19 luglio 2008: durante la visita in Australia per la Giornata Mondiale della Gioventù, incontra le vittime di abusi sessuali da parte di sacerdoti e durante una messa si scusa per le loro sofferenze.

21 gennaio 2009: revoca la scomunica del vescovo che nega l'Olocausto Richard Williamson e di altri tre vescovi ultra tradizionalisti della Fraternità San Pio X, suscitando indignazione. Decreto rilasciato il 24 gennaio.

10 marzo 2009: riconosce gli errori del Vaticano nell'affare Williamson, afferma che il Vaticano deve fare un uso migliore di Internet per prevenire future controversie. Lettera pubblicata il 12 marzo.

17 marzo 2009: in viaggio verso il Camerun, racconta ai giornalisti a bordo dell'aereo papale che i preservativi non sono la soluzione all'Aids e possono peggiorare il problema, suscitando critiche diffuse.

11 maggio 2009: durante una visita in Terra Santa, depone una corona al memoriale di Yad Vashem a Gerusalemme, afferma che le vittime dell'Olocausto "hanno perso la vita ma non perderanno mai il loro nome".

29 giugno 2009: firmata la terza enciclica “La carità nella verità”. Rilasciato il 7 luglio 2009.

17 luglio 2009: si rompe il polso destro in autunno a tarda notte nella casa delle vacanze estive.

20 ottobre 2009: il Vaticano annuncia che il papa sta facilitando la conversione in massa degli anglicani al cattolicesimo.

19 marzo 2010: rimprovera i vescovi irlandesi per “gravi errori di giudizio” nella gestione degli abusi sessuali da parte del clero, ma non fa menzione della responsabilità del Vaticano nella lettera ai fedeli irlandesi. Rilasciato il 20 marzo.

28 febbraio 2013: partenza dalla Città del Vaticano in elicottero diretto a Castel Gandolfo, dove inizia il suo ultimo viaggio da “semplice pellegrino”.

23 marzo 2013: Riceve a pranzo Papa Francesco a Castel Gandolfo; i due uomini pregano fianco a fianco e Francesco insiste: “Siamo fratelli”.

28 aprile 2014: si unisce a Francesco sull'altare per canonizzare San Giovanni Paolo II e San Giovanni XXIII, la prima volta che un papa regnante e uno in pensione celebrano insieme la Messa.

11 aprile 2019: in un saggio, incolpa lo scandalo degli abusi sessuali del clero sulla rivoluzione sessuale degli anni '60 e sull'assenza di Dio.

Gennaio 2020: Contribuisce a un libro che riafferma il celibato per i sacerdoti in un momento in cui Francesco stava considerando un'eccezione, suscitando richieste di regole che governino i futuri "papi emeriti"

8 febbraio 2022: chiede perdono per eventuali "colpe gravi" nel trattamento dei sacerdoti di Monaco, ma nega illeciti personali o specifici.

28 dicembre 2022: Papa Francesco annuncia che Benedetto è “molto malato”, chiede preghiere speciali e lo visita a casa sua.

31 dicembre 2022: Benedetto muore alle 9:34 nella sua casa nei Giardini Vaticani all'età di 95 anni.

Curiosità:

-Sa come far volare un elicottero ma non sa guidare una macchina

-Conosce 7 lingue

-Parla fluentemente il tedesco, l’inglese, l’italiano, il francese, lo spagnolo, il latino

-Gli piace prendersi cura dei gatti randagi

-Per molto tempo è stato un amante di cani e gatti

-E’ il sesto Papa nella storia della Chiesa a rinunciare

-L’ultima rinuncia di un Papa fu quella di Gregorio VII, agli inizi del XIV secolo

-Possiede due peluche che sua madre gli regalò quando era bambino

-Il cibo preferito di Benedetto XVI sono i ravioli di patate bavaresi. Inoltre, nel libro del 2016 "The Vatican Cookbook" scritto da tre guardie svizzere, è stato rivelato che anche a Benedetto XVI piace il Kirschenmichel (NELLA FOTO), un dessert tedesco a base di pane, cannella, chiodi di garofano, vaniglia, mandorle e ciliegie; Maiale al forno con i dumolings (un panino cinese) e insalata di salsiccia di Regensburg. Il fratello Georg ha rivelato che ama lo strudel di mele.

-Predilige te, limonata, la radler (una spuma locale) e da buon tedesco non disdegna la birra "bionda" tedesca.

-Una Birra in suo onore

-Weideneder Brau Vertriebs GmbH, un birrificio a conduzione familiare nella città di Tann, in Germania, ha creato una birra speciale chiamata Pabstbier (Birra del Papa). L’etichetta dice: “Dedicato al Grande Figlio della nostra Patria, Papa Benedetto XVI”

-E' stato ordinato sacerdote nello stesso giorno del fratello

Nel 1947 entro in seminario a Monaco di Baviera, insieme al fratello: entrambi ne uscirono ordinati come sacerdoti il 29 giugno 1951. Il Papa emerito lo ha sempre definito "Il giorno più importante della mia vita".

-Voleva fare l'imbianchino

Ha raccontato suo fratello Georg, che da piccolo, «a Tittmoning Joseph aveva ricevuto la cresima dal cardinale Michael Faulhaber, il grande arcivescovo di Monaco. Ne era rimasto impressionato e aveva detto che sarebbe voluto diventare anche lui cardinale. Ma, solo qualche giorno dopo quell’incontro, osservando il pittore che tinteggiava i muri di casa nostra, disse anche che da grande avrebbe voluto fare l’imbianchino…»

-Fece parte della Gioventù Hitleriana

Dopo i 14 anni, nel 1941, Ratzinger fu iscritto nella Gioventù hitleriana, come previsto dalla legge Gesetz über die Hitlerjugend (Legge sulla gioventù hitleriana), emendata il 6 marzo 1939 e in vigore dal 25 marzo 1939 fino al 1945, che obbligava tutti i giovani di età compresa fra i 14 e i 18 anni ad arruolarvisi. Dopo la chiusura del seminario continuò le sue presenze obbligatorie alla Gioventù hitleriana contro la sua volontà, per non ricevere sanzioni pecuniarie sulle tasse scolastiche del Gymnasium.

-E' stato il primo Papa su twitter

Nel dicembre del 2012 il Vaticano ha annunciato che anche il pontefice era sbarcato sui social network e precisamente su Twitter con l'account @Pontifex. Il suo primo tweet è stato fatto il 12 dicembre col testo: "Cari amici, sono contento di stare in contatto con voi tramite Twitter. Grazie alla vostra generosa risposta. Vi benedico tutti con tutto il mio cuore".

-E' un grande "fan" di Mozart

Benedetto XVI è noto per essere profondamente interessato ed attratto dalla musica classica, oltre ad essere un noto pianista. Il suo compositore preferito è Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Personalità:

la sua personalità è meglio descritta come tranquilla, studiosa e umile.

È un uomo introverso, libresco e gentile.

Religione:

Cristiano cattolico

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STAR TREK: DISCOVERY // S3E10 Terra Firma, Part 2 I said you sentenced me to death when you brought me to this universe. In truth, the greater part of me was already dead. You gave me new life. And the rest of your crew isn't so bad either.

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Star Trek: Discovery Season 3 - "Terra Firma, part 2"

#star trek discovery #philippa georgiou #michelle yeoh #star trek

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 2 years

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Hi. It’s Fanfic Anon #2. I’m back with something a little different this time. I’ve debated whether or not I should send it in, and even though I’m a little nervous about it, I’m going to send it anyway since you all have been so lovely and encouraging. I hope you guys like it. If you don’t, let me know and I won’t write in this style/way again.

It had been a very shit day. A kicking-a-man-while-he’s-down kind of day. The kind of day that made any man not in charge of one of the world’s largest economies crawl into bed, throwing the covers over his head, snuggling up with his dog, to escape the world until it all blew over.

But he knew he couldn’t do that. Not with the press already running stories citing pernicious, unnamed sources claiming he was depressed, losing focus, drive, power, will. Not with so many people counting on him, so much at stake during the meetings, the calls, the quiet diplomacy that lay on his agenda for the day. Not when he knew that giving into it only makes it bigger, worse, louder, harder.

So, as he always does on the hard days, he takes it one step at a time. Grounding himself in the truths he sees, that he experiences throughout the day, the signposts, guideposts pointing him back towards his truth, his terra firma.

They start small: it’s finally autumn, and the brisk chill, that cutting feeling of the wind through his turtleneck grounds him in time, in place.

They get more ironic as the day progresses: the sun rises in the East and sets in the West, but he’s as he’s moving Eastward for a working dinner, he’s chasing the darkness of the oncoming night instead of the bright hope of a new dawn.

But they don’t get more meaningful, to him at least, than the one that strikes him at the lowest point in the day, when he’s exhausted, even for him, the superhuman who doesn’t need rest, the quiet of his mind allowing the dark thoughts he had suppressed in the frantic pace of the day to finally break towards the surface: his wife (still) loves him.

And the sight of her, sitting up in their bed, glasses perched on her nose, the black frames dawning attention to, magnifying the blue of her eyes as they scanned oh so quickly across the words on the page of her book, her quick, clever, brilliant mind seeking ever more knowledge, filling the time at this unreasonably late (or unreasonably early) hour of the night until he came home - it was enough to pull a sob from his chest, in relief, in gratitude, in release of the complex emotions that had been swirling in him for what seemed like forever now.

It’s at that sob her eyes snap up from the book to where he is standing in the doorway to their bedroom, looking oh so very small, so unlike himself that she leapt without thinking towards him, not caring about the autumn chill in the room from the open windows she could feel through her small, thin nightgown, or the cold floor beneath her bare feet or anything that wasn’t the overwhelming need to get her arms around this man, this kind man, this gentle man, this brilliant man who carries her heart, no, is her heart.

“Shhh,” she whispered to console him, pulling his face into the point where her neck and shoulder meet, burying his face in her, like she knows after all these years he loves, surrounded by her warmth, by her smell, by her touch, as she gently rubbed every part of his back she could reach with one hand, while the other gently trailed through his hair, reassuringly petting his scalp and she pressed soft kisses to the top of his head. “Whatever it is, mon cœur, you’re not alone. You’re never alone. You and me, chéri. Always. It’s just you and me.”

She waited until she felt him calm down before she continued, waited until she felt his arms finally leave his sides to slide around her, pulling her into him in a deep, almost crushing hug, before she continued, “It’s going to be okay, Emmanuel. And you want to know how I know that?”

“How?” He asked in a small voice pulling back to look her in the eyes, unashamed to be this small, this vulnerable in front of the one person who ever made him feel truly safe, truly whole.

“With you, I’m not afraid of anything,” she answered before leaning forward to kiss him gently, testing the waters of his comfort level, but also needing a way to show him just how much she loves him. Her heart settled, finally, when she felt him respond to the kiss, choosing to deepen it with a flick of his tongue asking for permission to enter her mouth, permission she happily granted.

They stayed like that for what felt like forever, hands gently, reassuringly tracing the other’s back, arms, shoulder, face until he felt her shiver, definitively from the chill in the room and not from the impact he was having over her. He pulled back and gently rested his forehead against hers, “we need to get you back in bed to warm you up.”

She smirked at his unintended entendre. “Why don’t you warm me up?” She teased, hoping to lighten the mood, sensing he needed it.

“Brigitte,” he moaned, trying to control the way he felt his body react to her invitation, suddenly needy.

“Come to bed with me,” she purred, slipping his blazer off, and gently grabbing his hand and dragging him with her towards their bed.

He followed her willingly, happily, as they tumbled into bed and as she stripped him one by one of his layers, both physical (his clothing) and emotional, treating him with a reverence that brought a different kind of tear to his eye and a different emotion threatening to burst out of his chest.

After, both physically sated and spent, cuddled so closely together he almost couldn’t tell where he started and she ended, barely still awake, he pressed one last loving kiss to the part of her he could most easily reach, and sent a thought of gratitude into the universe for her: his port in a storm, his safe harbor, his refuge, his anchor.

Oh Anon, but why were you nervous and having doubts about posting this?? It’s just beautiful! Feels so human, so natural... so real. It’s like I read this and can actually see it happen. You are doing an incredible job in writing these fanfics, creating it very down to earth and truthful to Emmanuel and Brigitte. No words can thank you enough ❤️ And pretty please, continue! 🙏🏻❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

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This is one out of the five printed zines by the magazine Bad Acid, a Doom Metal magazine that ran from 1998 to 2010.

Page 1: Description/introduction of the issue

Page 2: Table Of Contents/Doom Metal-Related news

Pages 3-4: Electric Wizard Interview

Pages 5: Iron Monkey and Bongzilla Interview

Page 6: Bongzilla Interview (contd.)

Pages 7-8: ST-37 Interview

Pages 9-10: A story called “Be Careful What You Wish For”

Page 11: Solstice Interview

Page 12: Man's Ruin Records AD

Pages 13-14: Blue Cheer Retrospective/Interview with the lead singer and bassist, Dickie Peterson

Pages 15-16: Farflung Interview

Page 17: Naevus Interview

Page 18: Terra Firma Interview

Pages 19-20: Poster by Gav Soto titled “Epic Pt 1 - Towers Of The Wasp Spiral”, which is one part of a 9 part poster

Pages 21-22: Nightstick Interview

Page 23: Grief Interview

Page 24: Relapse Records AD

Pages 25-26: Church Of Misery Interview

Pages 27-28: Burning Witch Interview

Page 29: Brutal Truth Interview

Pages 30-32: Reviews

Page 33: Another poster by Gav Soto titled “The Tower”

Pages 34-38: Reviews (contd.) + a contact’s section on page 38

#doom metal #space rock #rock

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ufficiosinistri · 10 months

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Trade Unions

Sul lato opposto della strada fuori dalla finestra del mio ufficio, ci sono, in sequenza da sinistra a destra, lo studio di un fotografo, una parrucchiera e un bar. Fanno tutti e tre parte del piano terra di un antico palazzo grigio e perennemente in ristrutturazione. Il primo ad iniziare la giornata lavorativa è il bar, ovviamente, che trovo già aperto quando arrivo alla mattina. Poco dopo, magari mentre bevo il primo caffè brodoso della giornata, vedo il fotografo mettere la sua moto nel parcheggio all’angolo della strada, accanto al bar. Chiude il manubrio con un pesante lock nero, si toglie il casco ed entra a far colazione al bar, prima di alzare la serranda del suo laboratorio. Esce senza salutare, come se fosse un’azione autonoma scissa dalla sua personalità. La parrucchiera è l’ultima ad incominciare. Non appena le giornate incominciano a riscaldarsi, a metà mattina, il titolare del bar mette una piccola panchina di legno fuori dalla vetrina del locale, tra lui e la parrucchiera, e arriva sempre un po’ di gente a fare capannello. Il lunedì, l’argomento principale è lo sport, mentre già da giovedì iniziano le lamentele per il tempo che farà nel weekend e le incombenze con mogli e nipoti. Tra una cliente e l’altra, la proprietaria del salone esce e partecipa, seppur per poco tempo, a queste conversazioni, che attirano alle volte anche sei o sette nuovi astanti. Il fotografo invece non esce mai, se non per far capolino dall’uscio del suo studio e ridere delle cose vengono dette. Sempre verso metà mattina, il barista esce ogni giorno con un vassoio e porta caffè e cappuccino sia a lui che alla parrucchiera, che di quando in quando ordina anche qualcosa per le sue clienti, soprattutto acqua o tè freddo, se fa caldo. Quando entra qualche cliente nel salone, sento dalla mia scrivania il rumore del campanello della porta.

Rimanendo aperto anche durante l’ora di pranzo, facendo da piccola tavola fredda, il bar riceve consegne da parte dei corrieri anche per gli altri due negozi. Di solito arrivano un paio di furgoni intorno all’una, a consegnare prodotti di bellezza e risme di plastica, quando la via è vuota e invasa dal sole, che sembra una strada di un villaggio del far west prima dell’inizio di un duello. Lasciano il rumoroso motore acceso, il barista esce, si fa lasciare il pacco sulla panca mentre firma la bolla d’accompagnamento e lo porta ai vicini non appena riaprono, intorno alle tre e mezza del pomeriggio. Lo fa sorridendo, ogni volta come se fosse la prima, allungandosi sugli usci e chiamando i due colleghi di attività col suo vocione dialettale da persona del Nord.

È un meccanismo perfetto, tenuto insieme dalla routine e, se vogliamo, dalla necessità di mantenere vivo il proprio lavoro. Siamo quotidianamente strattonati, contesi e sbatacchiati da necessità di guadagnare, malattie, impegni, visite mediche urgenti, divani, lavori in casa: da soli non ce la potremmo mai fare. Ogni giorno, tutto il giorno. Anche nel calcio è così, soprattutto nel tanto vituperato calcio moderno. In squadra, ormai, come se fosse una guida, ci vuole un tratto d’unione, una persona e un ruolo in grado di tessere le fila e dare costante sicurezza in caso di bisogno. Nel calcio di oggi, privo, ormai, di terzini puri, da 4-4-2 per intenderci, Robin Gosens è diventato questo tipo di calciatore. In difesa, sì, ma sempre presente anche quando bisogna dare una mano, servire chi sta davanti e chi, soprattutto, non ha la stessa continuità alle redini della squadra.

Il calcio, come il lavoro, deve essere un diritto fruibile a tutti. Deve essere universale, non deve rifarsi ad utopie o fatalismi. Le concezioni olandesi prima e sacchiane poi del gioco del pallone si riflettono totalmente nelle teorie di squadra adottate da Gasperini dal 2017, anno in cui Robin Gosens arrivò all’Atalanta: non siamo una squadra milionaria ma possiamo farcela, almeno sotto l’aspetto del gioco. Basta lavorare. Gosens ha quindi dovuto, in quel cantiere sportivo ai piedi delle Alpi Retiche, sudarsi una maglia da titolare. Gli esterni a Bergamo non sono mai mancati, ma cercando quella maglia si è creato uno spazio su misura, efficace e duraturo.

È un ruolo, il suo, che nell’Atalanta è andato oltre il fare la classica “spola”. Gosens non è un “motorino” degli anni Novanta (vi ricordate Marco Sgrò e la noiosa dialettica sulla sua quasi servile instancabilità?) e non è nemmeno un “pendolino” degli anni duemila. Queste similitudini futuriste non si addicono ad un giocatore sensibile alla scienza tattica come lui. Empiricamente, il tedesco ha cercato sempre di partire da tentativi ed esperienze, per affinare il suo ruolo in campo. È un tedesco, uno abituato a pensare come porebbe pensare un illuminista europeo.

Questo si chiama lavorare.

Mi domando se le tre persone dalle quali siamo partiti, quando io non sono a lavoro, magari per i weekend, non cambino atteggiamenti nei confronti l’una dell’altra. Se per esempio il sabato mattina, con gli uffici della zona chiusi, i ragazzi delle scuole a casa ed i loro genitori indaffarati a fare spesa o a valutare le offerte negli autosaloni, non stentino a salutarsi. O se non programmino una consegna in un orario in cui il negozio è aperto, per non disturbare il vicino.

Nelle azioni di tutti giorni, che compiamo o che vediamo compiere, risiede il nostro far parte di un’umanità che non potrebbe mai resistere senza imparare da queste stesse azioni.

#robingosens #ufficiosinsitri #football #notomodernfootball #footballstorytelling #atalanta bc #thebeautifulgame #left #footballstories #seriea #deutschland #fcinternazionale #heracles

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