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maxybabyy · 5 months

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It’s barely noon.

Daniel has only been back in Monaco for a handful of hours, burnt out from flying commercial and dressed obnoxiously in bright orange, and still, he’s here.

He pulls up Max’s text one more time and stares sceptically at the building in front of him. But he’s in the right spot, the tiny guy on the map right on top of the address Max had sent.

The lady behind the reception desk looks up when he enters, a polite smile on her lips as she comes forward to greet him, “Bonjour monsieur, comment ca va?”

Daniel’s been here for too long for his French to be as bad as it is, stutters out a, “Ca va bien,” before he switches to English. “Uh, I’m here for my cats?”

“Certainly,” she says, her accent even less pronounced than Charles’. She goes back behind the desk, points out the small bevvy station on her way there. Daniel’s been in formula one for over ten years, has lived in Monaco for most of that, but this fucking cat hotel may still be the fanciest shit he’s been to. “May I ask what cats you are here for?”

Daniel jiggles the handle of the coffeemaker, watches what he hopes is coffee drip into the branded to-go cup. “Uh, Jimmy and Sassy? They’re like, Bengals, with the stripes and shit? If you have two cats that look the same, I reckon it’s probably them,” he says, searches and fails to locate a lid.

The lady coughs, and Daniel decisively doesn’t look at her, cannot – knows she has to be laughing at him. Fucking, disaster step-cat dad that he is; Max would already have them loaded up in the car and be on his way.

“The cats are registered with internal ID numbers, monsieur. I cannot tell you if we have your cats otherwise, my apologies,” she tells him, not unkind.

“Right, yeah. Let me get those for you then,” he says, chuckles. He scrolls back to the cursed message that had started it all, rattles off the IDs for both cats to the lady’s mild surprise.

‘you of course don’t have to, but always the cats like it better when they can be at home.’ He reads back now, wishes he had never ventured into the world of cat sitting and long-term pet boarding.

“I will have someone come out with your cats right away, monsieur Verstappen,” she says, taps away at the computer for a moment before the printer starts to spit out a stack of papers. “If I can just have you sign here, you will be all set.”

Daniel swallows down half of the coffee, scrapes his teeth over his tongue to mask the burn. “’course, I’m not Max, though. Just for filing purposes, I guess.” He says, scribbles his signature on the dotted line. It’s the same fucking signature that he would do on a hat or whatever the fans put in front of him, and it shouldn’t make him feel embarrassed, but it does. “My name’s Daniel. Ricciardo, I should be on the list though.”

The lady smiles, licks her finger to flick a page. “Certainly, monsieur Ricciardo.”

A man in his early twenties comes out, a cat carrier in each arm. He puts the cats on the desk and rattles off a report of their stay these past weeks, the meals they had, how they behaved, their moods.

Daniel tries to listen, makes himself remember enough that Max will be satisfied even if they didn’t also send out an update by mail every three days. The guy doesn’t stop talking, so Daniel nods along, pokes his finger through the grid and watches Sassy swat at it; Jimmy who gives him a polite lick.

Even if their names weren’t printed on the carrier, this would give them away. That at least he knows.

“Great, yeah. Thanks mate,” Daniel says and moves them down to rest by his feet. “Do I need to pay something, or will we get an invoice, or like?”

“Monsieur Verstappen has an account with us, so there is no need for that. He will be notified by mail. But I can offer you a receipt?” She says, and even she sounds unsure about the offer.

“Yeah, that would be good, cheers.”

The printer makes another noise, and one of the cats meows in response, the other quick to echo. She hands it over with a smile, and Daniel stuffs it into his pocket with a quick ‘thanks’ and picks up his cats to leave.

He’s lying on the couch later, Jimmy on his chest and Max’s latest voice message playing over the phone when he finally pulls out the receipt.

“You’re such a fucking spoilt cat, Jims.” He says, kisses his head.

Jimmy meows softly, bumps his chin with his head, so Daniel kisses him again, watches his tail flick in the air.

Yeah, alright, he thinks, maybe they do deserve it.

#max said cats were at a cat hotel on the team red line stream #and this was the only thing I could think of ...#maxiel #maxiel fic #my fic #my writing #fic

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strangebiology · 8 months

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Any guesses why I always find carcasses in trash piles?

In VA I found some dead dogs in an illegal dump, which was suspicious, and in CA I found a deer with its head cut clean off and none of the other meat taken, at the same Borax lake where I found a lot of trash. So in those cases I suspect foul play. But otherwise?

#dead animals #vulture culture #bones #skulls #litter #environment #trash #graphic #animal death

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storiesofsvu · 10 months

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Solace in Solitude Chapter 1

Emily Prentiss x reader (eventual) warnings: language, hurt/comfort, mentions of medical issues/trauma/injuries, obvious mentions of the episode "Lauren". fair warning: i'm doing minimal research medically for this fic, so for the love of all things holy don't be commenting or sending asks with unsolicited comments about how I got it wrong. I didn't go to med school, I only watched 19 seasons of grey's anatomy, alright? 😂I'm not saying everything in here is accurate lol. Anyway! here we go! let's start another adventure with Agent Prentiss.

It was your new morning routine, one that you finally felt you’d settled into, a quick breakfast and getting ready in your apartment, grabbing your lunch from the fridge before making your way out to the streets of Paris. The subway journey wasn’t far, you were lucky enough to live relatively close to the hospital, making your commute honestly, pretty enjoyable. You hadn’t been here long enough for things to feel mundane, most days it still kind of felt like it was a vacation, a trip you’d enjoy and be back home before you knew it.

You stopped in at a café a couple of blocks away, a coffee for yourself, a bag of assorted pastries for the fellow attending;s and another one to leave at the nurses station. You were fluent in French, having no issues communicating with any of the workers and that continued when you arrived at the hospital, a friendly ‘bonjour’ a quick ‘comment ca va?’ in the locker room as you changed into your scrubs, slipping into the role you played while you were at work. The one where you had been transferred in from somewhere else in Europe, where you exclusively spoke French and worked various trauma cases with the hospital. You wandered up to the nurses station wondering what today would bring, knowing that you really only had one long term patient, the most were overseen by doctors who had been there longer or they’d been discharged already. A few more greetings in French, a catch up on gossip and some jokes tossed between everyone before the neurosurgeon came up, tucking their chart back into the pile.

“Hey, your girl in three twelve is finally up.”

“What?” Your head shot up, eyes nearly wide, “really?”

“Well she’s not up yet, but they took her off the vent overnight.”

“She’s breathing on her own?” You asked and they nodded.

“No signs of neurological damage either. Looks like she should be in the clear.”

“Thanks.” You shot them a grin, picking up the chart as you wandered down the hallway to check on how your VIP patient was doing.

Emily felt her eyelids twitch before she was really aware of anything else, her brain slowly starting to wake up after being under for so long. She pulled air into her lungs with a bigger breath than normal and her throat hurt, her chest hurt, hell, everything hurt. She wasn’t quite sure what she last remembered, but a dull beeping and the smell of rubbing alcohol certainly wasn’t it. It took a while for her to finally be able to open her eyes, groaning quietly at the bright lights of the room. She knew lights like those, they belonged in hospital rooms, she tried to move her arm to shield her eyes and winced as pain shot through her body. Blinking a few times she managed to roll her head, looking around the room, it was definitely a hospital, a private room if she guessed correctly but there was something different about it. She tried to remember anything, her biggest memory was Ian standing over her, an elated smile on his face as all she felt was immense pain wafting through her body as it turned cold.

She winced suddenly at the memory of the table leg, as if she felt the original impact all over again and her other hand rose this time, gently palming at her stomach through her gown. She could feel stitches and she let out a low breath, her memories had happened, but somehow she was alive. She raised her wrist, squinting at the hospital band, trying to figure out how long she’d been here and that was when she got even more confused, the only thing she could properly make out was ‘Valerie Stewart.’ She felt her heart jump in her chest, had she been misidentified? A family thinking their daughter, wife, sister was alive and they would be disappointed when it was actually just her? She peered at the tiny print, trying to figure out the rest of it, it was somewhat recognizable but it was as if she couldn’t quite figure it out yet, like she’d known it in a past life.

The door suddenly opened, thought it shut quietly and she figured whoever was coming through it was someone who thought she was still asleep. It was as if she was still in a haze, you shot her a small smile and said something she recognized but couldn’t fully put together yet. It was like you were one of the adults on Charlie Brown, she registered the noise coming out of you but it sounded like gibberish. She watched as you flicked through her chart, reading the updates from the night before and adding in your own notes, you moved to check her vitals, adding them to the chart and suddenly there was a nurse in the room. The two of you made a verbal exchange and Emily felt like she had cotton balls in her ears, extremely frustrated with herself that she somehow couldn’t understand what was going on.

“Wh- where am I?” She finally managed to choke out and you glanced toward her with wide eyes. You shot her a look that she knew meant to wait, while you said something in fuzzy gibberish again, watching until the nurse had finally left and you sighed softly, replying to her in English this time.

“It’s likely your throat’s going to be sore for a few hours, you were intubated for quite a while.”

“Wait…you’re American?” She croaked, shifting so she could sit up and you jumped to her bedside.

“Whoa, whoa, let’s let the bed do the work right now.” You very gently pushed her shoulder back onto the bed, reaching for the remote to get her upright, “yeah, I’m from Boston.” You let out a breath, glancing toward the door again, “to answer your first question we’re at Saint-Louis Hospital in Paris.”

“Paris?” Emily asked, nearly wincing at the pain her side, at least her brain was slowly starting to realize why she couldn’t understand things at first. She’d woken up with her English thoughts, the longer she thought about it the more she was able to slowly able to translate things into French. “Why? How?”

“I am still not completely sure.” You replied, leaning against the edge of her bed, “I just know what came into my ER that night and what I was told after ward. You should be glad you’re recovering as well as you are Valerie.”

“It’s not—” She started but you cut her off with a glare and she practically pouted, pursing her lips.

“As far as I was told, your name is Valerie and you got in a bad car accident in Versailles, you were air transferred here for recovery.”

“What happened?” She looked up at you with such vulnerability that you couldn’t help but let out a soft breath, glancing to the door to make sure no one else was going to come in before you delved into the night that changed your life forever.

“Doctor Carter we have incoming!” A nurse called out and you let out a groan.

“I’m about to punch out, page your on calls.”

“I really think this one needs you.” They replied and you rolled out the tension in your neck, grabbing a gown.

“What’ve we got?”

“Late thirties, female, potential concussion or head injuries, likely broken ribs along with internal bleeding, impaled object to the lower abdomen. She’s already coded in the ambulance.”

“Alright, let’s get going. Set up trauma three, make sure we’ve got extra blood on hand and get an O.R clear and ready!”

You were quick to glove up, shifting right back into work mode as you basically ignored everyone who came rushing in at the same time as the patient except for the EMT’s. After a quick neuro consult you worked with your team to assess injuries before getting the woman down to the operating room. The next four hours were spent repairing her internal injuries with extreme precision, you’d had to remove her spleen, stitch up a portion of her stomach, and honestly pray that she would make it through both the surgery and recovery.

You let out a deep breath of relief when her stats were stable after closing and you could finally go home. You thanked your surgical team and finally pulled off the mask to make your way out of the hospital. What you weren’t expecting were intruders on the surgical floor.

“Doctor Carter.” A voice called out and you glanced up at a dark haired man in a fitted suite, a small blonde with him.

“I’m sorry, you’re in an authorized area, you can’t be down here.”

“We’re with the FBI.” He pulled out a badge for you to examine, “how’s she doing?” He glanced toward the room.

“She lost a lot of blood but she’ll be okay. We’ve got her stable.”

“So she’ll live?” The blonde asked, a quake in her voice and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

There was a small glance between the two of them and your brow furrowed as you saw your boss coming up behind them before the man started speaking again.

“We need you to back in there and do whatever you need to do to call a time of death on her.”

“Excuse me?” You nearly laughed, “I just spent hours saving her life.”

“And there are people out there who cannot ever know that.” The blonde commented with a tight smile, “they need to think she’s dead.”

“They need you to pretend she didn’t make it.” Your boss finally spoke, “you sign the death certificate, everyone in the OR thinks she’s gone, that’s it. I’m going to go in, disconnect a couple of things so they think she’s coding.”

“And after that?”

“Once she’s semi stable she’ll be airlifted out of here.” The suit informed you.

“And you’ll be going with her.” Your boss informed you.

“I’m sorry, what? I have a department to run here.”

“And she’s gonna need you when she wakes up.” The chief continued, “you’ve done years of doctors without borders, you’re the best trauma surgeon, you’ve got experience working PT, and you’re multilingual. I know this case just happened to land in your lap but it seems like there was a reason behind it. You’re someone we trust with something like this.”

“You want me to relocate, drop my entire life that I have right now just because of a random patient?”

“She’s one of our finest.” The blonde commented, struggling to keep her composure, “and we need one of your finest taking care of her so we know she’s okay, that she’s safe. The man who hurt her is still out there…”

“For lack of a better term from now on she’s part of Witness Protection.” The suit explained, “she’ll be given an entire new identity.”

“And me?” You asked.

“We can give you a backstory if you want.” The suit continued, “but you could also just tell people you’re going abroad again. We only ask that you don’t give out any details about where you ended up or what you’re doing, and you keep extremely minimal contact with friends or family back home. Her life could depend on it.”

“So..?” You glanced between the three of them before your boss spoke again.

“You call time of death. Then you have a few days to get your affairs in order, pack up your apartment, get ready for a new life. I’ll put in the paperwork to make it look like borders has called you back in on a last minute necessity, then you get on a plane.”

“I’m guessing I don’t really have a say in the matter, do I?” You glanced between the three of them before letting out a soft sigh, grabbing a fresh mask and looking to the chief, “okay.”

“What… does that all mean?” Emily asked, struggling over her words as she tried to clear her throat. You moved from the bedside to fill up a cup of water for her.

“Without a spleen you’ve got an increased risk of illness or serious infection and you’ll likely have a harder time recovering from them or injuries in the future, which is another reason we kept you under so long. We removed part of your stomach so if you have any plans on binging food, you’re gonna get sick, you had three broken ribs and one cracked one. I’ll have a nurse take you up to x-ray later to check on those, considering you’ve been immobile it’s likely they’re pretty healed already.”

“Great.” She grumbled, dropping back against the pillow.

“You’re gonna be pretty tired for a bit, in a couple of days we can see about getting you up and mobile, but certainly no strenuous activity until those stitches are out. You’ve been healing nicely so far. There’s going to be a lot of work to get you back to where you were but the main point is that you’re alive, and you’re going to be okay. I’ll be here every step of the way to make sure of that. I’ll have a nurse bring some food in, make sure that tv’s up and running, let them know if you need anything else.”

“My team?” She glanced up at you, confusion still etched across her features.

“The blonde and the suit know you’re alive, but I don’t think even they know where you are.”

“Oh…”

You paused by the foot of her bed, resting her chart on the table as you sighed softly, “listen… I know that this is a lot, and it’s probably even more confusing considering you just came out from anaesthesia and I really don’t have all the answers. All I know is that Emily Prentiss died on March seventh.”

“And that was…?”

“Three and a half weeks ago.” You scooped up her chart, “I’m Dr Carter, have someone page me if you need me, I’ll be back to check on you later. Welcome to Paris, Valerie.”

Emily watched as you gave her a tight smile before disappearing from the room and she sunk back deeper into the pillows. She let her eyes slowly shut, maybe if she kept them shut long enough when she reopened them she wouldn’t be here, she be back stateside, with people she knew, people she loved. The hope only lasted so long, an ambulance siren blared outside the window and she felt her body run cold before a shock jolted through her and she opened her eyes with a gasp, her heart racing as she glanced around in a blur. She took a heavy breath, trying to calm herself down as memories from that night started to creep back into her brain. Her hand came up to her mouth as she started to chew on her nail, she wasn’t even really sure what emotion was surging through her right now, or if it was some weird combination, thankful to be alive, heartbroken to have left her found family, and full of anxiety of suddenly being thrown into a life that wasn’t hers.

Lauren Reynolds was dead.

Emily Prentiss was dead.

Now it was her turn to make sure that Valerie Stewart didn’t end up the same way.

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voylitscope · 24 days

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CA: TWS 10th Anniversary Ficlets (Day 6)

Daily ficlets for the CA: TWS 10th Anniversary Event @catws-anniversary. With Huge thanks to @sparkagrace and @cable-knit-sweater for running this wonderful event! 💞

The enormity doesn't fully sink until Sam's settled in a chair beside a hospital bed — until he's got a chance to catch his breath while he's sitting with Steve.

Everything's happened so damn fast over the past couple days, but sitting in the strange silence of a hospital room, the weight of it all starts to hits Sam.

Last week, his life was pretty ordinary. Or, the ordinary it's been on the other side of serving, anyway. On the other side of — the other side of coming home — after Riley.

The ordinary it's been here in DC. The ordinary Sam had gotten awfully used to.

Last week.

Today, he's sitting in an uncomfortable hospital chair beside Steve Rogers' beside.

He's sitting here after working with Steve — and Natasha Romanoff — helping them stop a secret Nazi organization's plan for control that would've involved killing millions of people.

Sam can't say he'd have ever imagined that being something he could say about his life.

But, then, this week's been filled with surprises.

Starting with Steve and those laps.

Or, no, maybe the surprises started with Steve and the first conversation — when he'd become a real person — not a living legend.

Steve actually showing up at the VA was definitely a surprise.

And, well, surprise in an understatement if Sam's describing that knock at his door.

And then —

And then Sam had put his wings back on.

And now he's here.

And with time to breath and to think, it hits him that none of this feels like it's simply a chaotic few days. It doesn't feel like a single mission or a one-time break from his ordinary.

It feels like a change — like the weight of the past few days was heavy enough to leave permanent marks.

But. That probably makes sense. And it's probably a lot like what he'd said to Steve the other day.

All moments from that early morning jog days ago to this one right here in a hospital room, and all the world-saving accomplished in between? If, after all that, Sam's life changes?

There's no better reason.

(Ficlets Tumblr-exclusive until all are complete.)

#CATWS10 #MCU #My fic #my writing

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amirsirwrites · 2 years

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hello! i have a request if you will. no pressure for time nor longevity! but could you write how mercs would act around an s/o with really bad anxiety who cries easy?

Hello, anon! Sure. I decided to write this in a headcanons format. I hope you enjoy reading :)

Mercs with S/O who has anxiety and cries easily ❤️

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Mercs x GN!reader

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Scout :

He's not super experienced in dealing with anxiety so he gets extremely worried when you start crying. He'll give you lots of hugs and kisses in an attempt to help you. To be honest, he might actually cry a little himself when he sees you so distraught. You might end up having to comfort him instead. I guess you could say that you comfort each other.

Soldier :

He's honestly such a sweetheart around you. He knows that loud sounds like shouting can really stress you out so he makes sure to speak in a very soft tone when you’re around. If you’re in an uncomfortable situation and about to have a panic attack, he’ll pick you up and carry you far away from that place. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of a battle, he’ll do it. He also hugs and peppers kisses all over your face to calm you down, be warned though, his hugs may be a tad bit tight.

Pyro :

They’re all about physical affection so if your anxiety is starting to act up, expect a lot of hugs, head patting and mask kisses. They have a ton, and I mean A TON, of sweets saved up and they’ll gladly share them with you to help calm you down. If they can see that you’re panicking and crying in a stressful situation, they’ll hold your hand and lead you to a more quiet area.

Demoman :

Surprisingly, if your anxiety is acting up when he’s drunk, he’ll sober up straight away and help you. Actually, ever since he started dating you, he’s cut down on his drinking. He noticed how worried you are about his alcohol consumption and didn’t want to stress you out anymore. If your on the way to getting a panic attack, he’ll sit you down and massage you. His massages are the absolute best. They get you relaxed in no time.

Heavy :

If your anxiety is being triggered because there’s a lot of people around and they’re too loud, he’ll give a soul-piercing stare to them which of course, shuts them up immediately. He’s a bit hesitant but to help you relax, he’ll very gently hold you close to him, rub your back and give you forehead kisses. In addition to that, he’ll whisper comforting words to you in Russian. He’s a gentle giant that’s very worried about you.

Engineer :

He will hold your hand whenever you’re with him and he will not let go unless you ask him too. He’s very protective of you and does his best to help you avoid getting into stressful situations. If you're stuck in such a situation for whatever reason, he has a pair of noise-cancelling headphones for you so that you can relax in his arms in peace and silence.

Medic :

He knows exactly how to deal with your anxiety, being the Medic and all. When you're crying and panicking, he'll gently hold your face between his hands and instruct you to breathe along with him. After you calm down, he'll give you a proud love-filled smile and kiss you. Expect him to always carry items that comfort you. (Teddy bear, chocolates, etc.) He also tones down his 'mad doctor' attitude when you're with him.

Sniper :

He tends to avoid anxiety-inducing situations himself so you're most calm with him. If you do start to get really anxious, he likes to cuddle with you while running his fingers through your hair. He'll also hum for you so you have something to focus on. He has a really nice voice and it gets you feeling better in no time. "It's okay, roo.. I'm here." is what he'll whisper to you.

Spy :

He's actually great at calming you down. Even though he's not a big fan of physical affection, he'll gladly hug you and kiss you softly to calm you. Alongside that, he’ll be speaking French to you in a comforting tone. One of the phrases he'll say to you is, "Ca va aller, mon cœur." He'll put on some music on low volume for you. He also won't hesitate to drag you away from what's bothering you.

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'Ca va aller, mon cœur' - It's going to be okay, my heart/sweetheart. (French)

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #gender neutral pyro #headcanon #tf2 headcanons #gender neutral reader #tf2 x reader

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ddimdarkd · 26 days

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Bonz-Eye And Lady Macaron Story Part 0

At the mall

The celebration of the Lost Bots becoming one was a blast, many of the bots danced and joked around. Burgertron was being smothered with kisses by Ulf with Frostferatu side-eyeing her, Dimlit was shaking what his factory creators gave him, along Kikmee doing all kinds of gymnastic and athletic tricks. Bonz-eye was over by fountain of the mall, still near the party but just not close enough where the others were, along side here were other bots scattered around just walking or having tame conversations

Bonz-eye looked at the huge crowd of bots cheering and partying, focusing on all the other squads present. The Hunger Hubs were needing some patching up, the Jock Squad was always so tough on themselves for being so harsh on Kikmee but continued to rial each-other up for friendly competition, the Toilet Troop had always been so... weird, and the Sugar Shocks.. oh the wonderful Sugar Shocks

That particular sweet and hyper squad always attracted Bonz-eyes' attention, yet she never wondered why. It could've possibly been Sprinkleberrys' null and calm expression with little to no thought behind his circuits, or maybe Lolly Licks and her extroverted, spunky phrases with intense body-language.. Nah, that couldn't have been it

The robotic bonsai sighed for a bit, still wondering, maybe it could have been.. "Bonjour!"

Bonz-eye quickly faced the feminine bot walking towards her. "Lady Macaron.." Bonz-eye muttered, watching at the other bot slowly climbed up the fountain and sat right next to her. She paid attention to Lady Macaron's sweet and strawberry scent, the bright and noticeable pinks and cream colors she wore, and her smooth soft voice

"Bonz-eye, Comment ca va? It has been a while since we've chatted, no?" Lady Macaron smiled at Bonz-eye, her shiny eyelashes fluttered after her first sentence

The other bot snapped out of her gaze and quickly focused on the conversation, "O-Oh! Heh- Yeah, I guess we—haven't talked in a while. Wait, why aren't you joining the others, you should be having fun," The Bonsai placed a hand behind her neck and sweated a bit. Considering that the area near the fountain was only fulfilled by the faint echoes of the blasting music, she really did wonder why Lady Macaron was by her side and not enjoying the crowded and extreme gathering

The robot macaron slumped a bit, placing her head upon her own shoulder, "Ay, I'm just wanting some along time, partying hard is not as easy as you think, mon ami," she giggled a bit with Bonz-eye chuckling along. There was really only one additional reason why she has wanted to get away, "But, to be telling you the truth, I also saw you all alone here and— just wanted to tag along, maybe catch up.." Bonz-eye looked at Lady Macaron's genuine gaze at her , her eyelids dimmed down making the macarons' eyes seem hazy

A faint exhale came from Bonz-eye as she focused on Lady Macarons expression, "..Yeah.. I-I mean yes of course we can! Yep, totally!" She quickly snapped out of her own gaze again. "Let's have a nice and wonderful conversation, yeah? Maybe like ehh- ooh! Our favorite numbers, mines twenty-five, what about you-" Bonz-eye paused once she heard Lady Macarons' giggle, tears faintly coming from her eyes as she kicked her feet from the edge of the fountain

Both hers and Bonz-eyes cheeks begin to redden, Lady Macaron being from her over-the-top laughter and Bonz-eye being from the major embarrassment going through her twigs and leaves

Lady Macaron opened one of her eyes while still laughing, "Mon ami, that is not what I had- pfft- meant! Oh mon dieu-" Lady Macaron bursted into laughter once more, gripping onto Bonz-eyes' silk sleeves, leaving her to witness the amount of entertainment the macaron had experienced

Bonz-eye admittedly smirked as she had been affected by the macarons' laughter, quickly turning into a quiet chuckle. She had no idea things like that could make Lady Macaron laugh like crazy, not that she was complaining but, it was a nice enough fact she learned that moment

Once Lady Macaron calmed a bit and her laughter died down for a while she looked at Bonz-eye and leaned upon her, "I didn't think you would act like that, normally you are very serious and uptight. I guess I was wrong about you, you're hilarious!" She cheered

The robotic macaron playfully shoved Bonz-eye and smirked, "Now I know whenever I'm looking for a laugh, I have a bot to turn to!"

Lady Macarons' cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of pink as she genuinely smiled with glee towards the bonsai

Bonz-eye kept her eyes on Lady Macaron, not looking away for a bit. Calm and composure was kept in Bonz-eyes' mind but she might even consider on expressing her emotions to Lady Macaron

As to be fair, since the day she rescued her from being eaten by Dave, she never forgot the idea of being alone with the macaron

#bonz eye #bonzeye #bonz-eye #transformers botbots #lady macaron #botbots

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dodecatonemarinearchaeologist · 3 months

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What appears to be a co(n. ( haven’t dated (t yet, but my best guess (s two fuchs(as before H(C as the co(n seems to use an archa(c form of numer(cal wr(t(ng w(th s(m()ar)y archa(c- though )eg(b)e- )etters. The co(n has no t(t)e to (t so ( do not have a name for (t, but (t does seem to be a 10-co(n judg(ng by the (nscr(pt(on. ( do wonder (f the ram at the s(de of the co(n (nd(cates va)ue at a)) s(nce (‘ve found a d(fferent co(n d(sp)ay(ng what seemed to be a )(on, wh(ch was va)ued at 1. (nterest(ng)y enough, that wou)d suggest that the co(ns had a d(fferent numer(ca) representat(on sca)e- perhaps a 10 (ndicated a .10, and )(kew(se, a 1 (nd(cated a 1.00. (nterest(ng. The rest of the text seems to state that the co(n was manufactured (n the era of HDM- though both the fuchs(a before H(C and the one who preceded the one that H(C succeeded [(f that makes sense at all] were HDM- Her Debona(r Med(ator and H(s Darksome Majest(e, both of whom ru)ed, at th(s po(nt, decades, )f not m())enn(a, ago. My guess )eans towards Her Debona(r Med(ator due to her (nsta))ment of a system of wr(t(ng more s(m()ar to what we know and ho)d dear today as an attempt to make )and/sea re)at(ons eas(er. An unpopu)ar move that many theor(ze cost her )(fe. The co(n a)so seems to have the number 23 wr(tten on (t, though ( do not be)(eve that to be an (nd(cat(on of any sort of monetary va)ue. Cou)d be a year, but that (s not (nherent)y very he)pfu)… (f anybody has something to add, please fee) free to do so! ( wou)d )ove to know what you th(nk.

What appears to be a coin. I haven’t dated it yet, but my best guess is one or two fuchsias before HIC as the coin seems to use an archaic form of numerical writing with similarly archaic- though legible- letters. The coin has no title to it so I do not have a name for it, but it does seem to be a 10-coin judging by the inscription. I do wonder if the ram at the side of the coin indicates value at all since I’ve found a different coin displaying what seemed to be a lion, which was valued at a 1. Interestingly enough, that would suggest that the coin had a different numerical representation scale- perhaps a 10 indicated a 0.10, and likewise, a 1 indicated a 1.00. Interesting. The rest of the text seems to state that the coin was manufactured in the era of HDM- though both the fuchsia before HIC and the one who preceded the one HIC succeeded (if that makes any sense at all) were HDM- Her Debonair Mediator and His Darksome Majestie, both of whom ruled, at this point, decades, if not millennia, ago. My guess leans towards Her Debonair Mediator due to her installment of a system of writing most similar to what we know and hold dear today as an attempt to make land/sea relations easier. An unpopular move many theorize cost her life. The coin also seems to have the number 23 written on it, though I do not believe that to be an indication of any sort of monetary value. Could be a year, but that’s not inherently very helpful… If anybody has something to add, please feel free to do so! I would love to know what you think.

#D(scove))(es #DM: Coins #DM: HerDM era

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sasanka-27 · 4 months

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They added s15 czech dub on max and i was thinking i might do rewatch with just that next time maybe add eng subs to see the difference u know for funsies Deans czech VA is actually really good and Sams is extra sassy i thought i could see it whole in my mother tongue. It all started for me like that because spn was on czech tv anyway. Minus is Cas change of VA but its not that bad in later seasons when i checked my favorite parts

And then i had to check the confession scene when i found it was added and 💀 im sorry but u did your work incorrect again its the same as czech subs thats why i gave up on them because there were major mistakes in translations and god ‘mám tě rád’ is nowhere near ‘i love you’ not in that scene. (It felt emotional otherwise they did good job i cried anyway but that end angered me it just doesnt fit were u there last 12 years or not) Czech language is complex and hard yea but i dunno you can do it better sometimes they just translate some stuff literally and it makes no sense..make it make sense first 🤡

If anything the czech ‘mám tě rád’ is at least to me closest to ‘i like you’ or ‘I adore you’ in english

So i guess ill go spanish dub? 👀

#rant post #spn rewatch #currently upset but maybe in future ill do whole in the dub #just switch for the confession this is just not right #sasankastuff #spn 15x18 #czech dub

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lasseizlesbontempsrouler · 1 year

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States pronouns and how they react when you ask. You don't have to do all of them, and you don't have to if you've already done it

AK - "uhm.. i don't know. he/him i guess" or "[fucking ignores you]" giggles he <3 AL - "those uh. them there boy ones yeah. uh roll tide?" he/him AR - ":stares at you with those eyes of his: why don't you guess" he/him, but he won't get pissed off if you use they/them AZ - "he/she." he says nothing further, just fades into the distance CA - "oh! he/him!! what about yours?" "[prns]" "oh! cool! you know i once had a friend who also used [prns]!" CO - "huh? oh. any i guess" CT - they/them or he/him but he doesn't directly tell you he shoves an index card in your face that says "he/they. stop asking" DE - "whatever you want i don't care" he genuinely doesn't care FL - "hehe uh ur mom" genderfluid arc. he never tells anyone, louisiana just knows. GA - "[snoring]" he/him + she/her but like. only if you're super close HI - "she/her and he/him" IA - "what? oh minnesota was talking about those" he/him ID - "they.. them?" IL - "???" he/him. chicago would spit on you (uses any prns) IN - ":] yes" mostly he/him, but likes other ones used from time to time KS - "JKNBI uh he/him i guess?" he was mid ranch bottle why did you interrupt him KY - "i don't know" doesn't know. use he/him for now LA - "they/he. mais, et tu sha?" i guess he knows french. also stfu nb (still he/him using) loui supremacy MA - "he" MD - "anything works hon, i'm not picky?" he's handing you an old bay can. all prns maryland ME - "i don't know." they/them MI - "[choking on vernors noises]" he/him or they/them, but never use both in the same sentence about him MN - "ope! he/him works just fine right now, don'tcha know! how about you?" genderfluid minnesota. MO - "wait what? uh he/him i think.." use they/them in case MS - "he/him please :] how about you?" MT - "[read 2:47]" they/he NC - "he/she. you?" ND - "uh sure whatever" literally uses any NE - "[n/a]" he/it NH - "[stares at you] he. he/him" NJ - "[probably punches you in the dick and slurs you]" he/him NM - ".. he/they" NV - "currently he/she check again later" genderfluid nevada drools NY - "[bites you]" he/xe OH - "uh" literally will use any pronouns prefers the he/it ones ngl OK - "okay and" he/him OR - "uh they/he? yours?" PA - ":/ he/him" RI - "[kicks your ankles] he/him. CAUSE I'M HIM ALRIGHT" SC - "the fuck is a pronounce" he/him SD - "deez nuts" they/them TN - "[guitar noises]" he/they TX - "i don't use those" he/him UT - "i don't believe in pronouns :]" he/him VA - "[stares at you like an owl]" she/he VT - "literally kys" they/them WA - "they/he or she. how about you huh?" WI - "[passed out]" any prns WV - "no" no prns OR they/them is you must WY - "why" he/him

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #wttt #ben brainard

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spottys-rathole · 1 year

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Je ne sais pas si ça t'intéresse de répondre à l'askgame aussi, mais si c'est le cas je voudrais bien avoir tes avis et headcanon sur Vanessa ? 👀

TLDR : C'est pas que ça m'intéresse pas, mais j'ai pas grande chose à dire hélas. Je suis plutôt consommateur que producteur.

Je partage mon avis seulement du coup : I guess Vanessa est un personnage que j'aime beaucoup, j'ai toujours une sensation de réconfort quand je la vois popper des POV externes. Elle se moque de la bienséance et n'hésite pas à être franche. Il y a quelques fois où je ne suis pas d'accord avec ses opinions, j'ai particulièrement du mal avec elle quand elle dénigre les Croute ou Lucy (pas que je sois particulièrement attachæ à Lucy), mais le côté professionnel de santé qui minimise les problèmes des autres me rebute particulièrement. Je mets ça sur le compte de la fatigue, la pauvre Vanessa n'a pas un rôle particulièrement reposant, ça ne me fait pas excuser certains propos qu'elle a pu avoir, mais j'admets qu'elle a su largement se rattraper plus tard. J'apprécie son côté maternel et la douceur dont elle peut faire preuve avec des gens qui usent bien vite de la patience des autres. J'apprécie sa perspicacité, elle se pose de vraies questions et prend les choses en main (même si ça l'amène à commettre des erreurs, je pense notamment à son obstination dans sa haine pour Traoul) J'apprécie son mordant, ses répliques du 5 Mai sont goldées, mon seul regret est qu'elles proviennent d'un sentiment de mal-être par rapport à sa relation non-résolue avec Kuck. D'ailleurs je mentirais si je disais que ses flirts grossiers qu'elle échange avec Kuck ne me font pas me taper le genou, j'aime sa rivalité avec Boid combinée avec le profond respect que les deux entretiennent l'un pour l'autre professionnellement parlant, et j'aime qu'elle ait assez de recul pour voir clair dans les problèmes de communication de Boid et Kuck (ils te méritent pas Vanessa). J'aime sa relation avec son frère, elle sent le réel. Vanessa est capable de se montrer vulnérable avec lui (en contraste avec toutes les fois où elle prend le rôle de l'épaule sur laquelle pleurer), ils se confient l'un à l'autre, se jugent entre eux et jugent les autres, mais en fin de compte ils respectent leurs choix respectifs. J'aurais aimé une fin où Vanessa s'excuse à Traoul, si elle est arrivée je ne l'ai pas encore vu, mais je doute que ce soit très Vanessa de sa part de le faire. En fin de compte c'est avec lui qu'elle passe la majorité de ses soirées (ou de ses débuts de matinées), elle ne l'admettrait jamais mais elle l'apprécie quand même un peu. La scène où elle lui annonce si fièrement qu'elle va se marier, et Traoul qui est trop enjoué pour elle vit rent-free dans ma tête.

(no harm done obviously, tout est sur le ton de la légèreté, mais ta question m'a fait faire toute une introspection)

#moi je moi je moi je #rpz #genre j'adopte les headcanons des gens mais j'en n'ai pas créé quoi #you guys give me way too much credit wtf #c'est pas de moi le traoul chignon pour la dernière fois

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Robot Chicken #56 “Boo Cocky” | September 7, 2008 - 11:30PM | S03E16

I just realized what the title means. That’s cute.

Man, do I hate this show. I swear to god, I don’t set out to hate this show; I will watch it with an open mind and hope that something in it will be of value and/or make me laugh. A few things get me here and there, but this episode? (spoken quickly, quoting a commercial I vaguely remember from my childhood) I-don’t-think-so.

First sketch of substance starts off with some recreations of scenes from the motion picture Revenge of the Nerds. The joke is that after a montage of mostly-faithful adaptations of key scenes of the nerds committing various crimes (notably the main nerd raping the cheerleader by posing as her boyfriend in a Darth Vader costume) it smash-cuts to them in a court room. They are sentenced to half-a-lifetime of hard time in a federal prison. They get brutalized in there. The show makes a joke that the gay nerd is happy to be in prison because he’s gay. Huh! What an interesting joke for me to talk about humorlessly for two paragraphs:

Hey I JUST JOKEEENG. I am instead going to say opinions about those movies, because I think I’ve seen all of them? I don’t remember the third one almost at all. The first one is the best, but it’s not that good. I have a soft spot for it because it was one of the first R-rated movies I was allowed to see, along with Animal House. At the time I preferred it over Animal House, which is insane to me now.

Michelle Meyrink is in Nerds, va-va-va-voom! The second one is boring and bad, and rated PG instead of R. Ogre becomes their friend in that one, which is usually the domain of animated series adaptations (such as: Murph in the Problem Child movie/cartoon). Parts 3 & 4 are television movies, I think? The fourth one has one or some of the nerds getting married as a pretense for them reuniting. I remember they showed it in 3D that didn’t really work at all. You had to get the glasses from your local Safeway or something like that?

I remember turning the fourth one off early because it was lame, and then the next day at school my friend chided me for missing the much-ballyhooed bachelor party scene, where female strippers came out with like calculators on their bras (as seen in the promos). I watched the movie when the box set came out on DVD, and it was hilarious how gay it was. Literally, I mean, I’m not doing a thing where I am using schoolboy language to take you back to my 1990s Northern California grade school experience of being small and insensitive. What I mean is: the gay nerd gets so excited by the music and sensuality that he jumps on the strippers' stage and steals focus, and his friends all cheer him on instead of getting horny for girls. Honestly, those are some good-ass friends and I’m glad he found them.

I’m not talking about the next sketch yet. First I’d like to acknowledge that I’m doing a thing that I think I swore I would not do, which is use Robot Chicken sketches as a jumping off point to riff on popular culture in a self-indulgent way. I simply don’t care anymore. I like rehashing things I know about movies. It’s the only thing keeping me alive at this point.

Okay the next thing is: Conan of “The Barbarian” fame answers the question “what is best in life”, and instead of delivering what I’m guessing are very iconic lines (I don’t like the Conan movies! I am sorry! I do not retain things from them!) he sings a song that is ironically flowery. He name-checks gumdrops, which seems like very low-hanging fruit when you’re trying to write a song where the joke is that it’s saccharine. Does anyone actually ever refer to gumdrops in any other non-ironic context? Anyway, I REALLY hated this one. The song wasn’t even fun. It felt like a song written by bad comedy writers who don’t normally write songs. Not the worst song to be on Adult Swim, that honor probably goes to the one in Casinko.

Another bad bit: a channel change gag where a big monster carrot eats a rabbit and then says, “did that blow your mind?” at the camera. No. It did not. There’s an unfunny sketch about the Borg infiltrating the Star Trek experience in Las Vegas. My father-in-law is Walter Koenig, so I get to have that over dinner. There’s an okay sketch where a fart outbreak in a mental ward is interrupted by a TiVo menu and off-screen characters arguing about Robot Chicken that results in bloodshed (shout out to Moral Orel, a show Robot Chicken is friends with). There’s a sketch where two sound engineers are oblivious to the fact that the guy in the soundproof booth is being mauled by various fantastical things (zombies, aliens, finally a werewolf).

The last “main” sketch is Saved by the Bell, but it’s Saw. You can tell right away that Jigsaw is Mr. Belding, because they got the real guy to do it. Lotta real guys in this. Dustin Diamond, fresh (not really) off his stint on Tom Goes to the Mayor, is in this as well! Get you a guy who can do both. Anyway, this sucks too, but I guess it’s sorta impressive that they got 80% of the cast to lend their voices to this. I guess. Wait, no, it’s not.

MAIL BAG

Bradley Needlehead rocks

HE DOES. Thank you for bringing him up. I read somewhere, and I also vaguely remembered it on the previously-mentioned AdultSwim.com video commentary that they told DLH that he was his replacement, and asked him to coach the actor to help capture him better. I think I characterized it a little differently. I could probably use a little clarification on that. It is remarkable that Needlehead went on to create China, IL.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #robot chicken

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slutforkatya · 1 year

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4 heures du mat, j'ai voulu rentrer chez moi parce que j'avais besoin de prendre l'air, ça chouine (pas vrmt pcq miss sertraline aime pas les larmes) en écoutant la chanson que trixie a écrit pour katya

you've got time to grow

oh soldier take your time

no one said the words all have to rhyme

and if they do it's fine

and even if they don't, no one needs to know

oh soldier, you've got time to grow

jsp mais déjà, le fait qu'elles soient copines malgré le hiatus lié à la santé mentale ça me rassure bcp parce que je crois que mon cerveau est pas tjrs en très bon état et j'ai peur que ca détruise, je serais certainement pas amie avec moi même pour être honnête hahaha. puis le "you've got time to grow" pareil, le fait qu'une personne bien adulte écrive ça à une personne encore plus adulte, rassurant aussi, parce que parfois le machin rose (🧠) me dit que c'est tt foutu après tant d'années mais 'i've got time to grow' i guess

(ça va, je pense que j'avais juste besoin de me rassurer et mon cerveau veut être émotif)

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healingtree99 · 10 months

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Lost?

Ma simt kinda stressed lately

actually poate mai mult si stiu ca in trecut scrisul m-a ajutat foarte mult asa ca am decis sa ii mai dau o sansa

de curand am constat faptul ca am dezvoltat diverse obsesii care in schimb m-au indepartat mai mult de cine/ce sunt eu cu adevarat, de lucrurile care imi plac si cred ca contribuie mult la feelingul asta de blocaj

nu am mai scris de mult, nu am mai citit, nu am mai mers la biblioteca, nu am mai dansat, nu am mai iesit cu prietenii ca deh țtrebuie sa invat

m am saturat sa refuz iesiri cu prietenii pe motiv ca inca mai am examene din pacate in timp ce altii se relaxeaza pe plaje but hey i am living the luxurious life of a medstudent nu? nu asta mi am dorit?

ce asteptari aveam oare legat de experienta asta

anul 4 a fost dezamagitor si nu stiu daca din cauza ca am avut eu asteptari prea mari sau pt ca poate uneori am avut atitudinea gresita

am urat aproape fiecare stagius i dupa fiecare stagiu speram ca la urmatorul va fi mai bine

ar trebui totusi sa fiu mai kind with myself, am incercat sa fac tot ce se poate, did my best date fiind conditiile( problemele de sanatate) dar cred ca zilele astea e momentul oportun sa fac un fel de audit i guess al anului asta si sa vad ce a mers si ce nu a mers

-nu cred ca a fost cea mai buna idee sa fac o obsesie din regularitatea ciclurilor pt ca ce a inceput ca o idee bune( hei uite un supliment, pare ok, uite alt supliment, hai sa mai citesc studii, cred ca am probleme cu glicemia hai sa fac analize hai sa fac programari peste programari la n doctori, iar alt supliment, alt ceai, alta tinctura si le am tot folosit ca band aids pt lipsa de somn si de mancare nutritiva si de activitati relaxante

funny isn t it ca am criticat atata timp ideea de anticonceptionale si de a pune un bandaj cand nu faci chestii simple dar am ajuns sa apelez la pseudo-band aids ca sa maschez faptul ca AM NEVOIE DE SOMN CA SA FIU OKK

si poate chiar de mai mult somn decat o persoana normala

and there s no shame in that sincer

am obosit sa mi mai fie rusine de oboseala si de faptul ca avem cu totii tolerante diferite la oboseala si stres and thats ok

unii avem activitati tip hobby de relaxare, altii merg la sala, altii gatesc

SI E OK CA ACTIVITATILE TALE SA FIE DIFERIT, sa nu fie ca ale lui x y z

cred ca pur si simplu am renuntat si la ideea de individualitate lately pt ca m au speriat f mult problemele hormonale si nu stiam in ce directie sa o apuc asa ca am tot cautat sa vad ce fac altii...minunata intrebare * oare cum invata altii la materia asta

oare ce suplimente iau altii

* oare cum dorm altii

si cand nu mi am gasit raspunsurile la cei din jurul meu, am ajuns sa caut pe reddit absolut oric eporcarie doar ca sa imi confirm eu alte lucruri

ce chestii functioneaza, pro si cons si observatii

scortisoara pt cicluri?

sau low carb

balonare dupa high protein( posibil problema cu metabolsimul sulfului=lipsa molibden, cupru?)

albire par lipsa cupru?

gluten dariy intolerance nu pot spune ca am scos ever glutenul pt simplul motiv ca credeam ca ovazul nu are gluten

OBSESIA cu productivitatea si comparatul cu alti oameni

-low carb vs high carb

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