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marley-manson · 1 month

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The wolf license at the end of Diefenbaker's Day Off is such a good Ray/Fraser thesis statement moment.

Fraser asks if Ray can get him one early on in the episode. Ray is like "Yeah, yeah, sure, leave it to me," while distracted by a basketball game at a bar, and Fraser's request isn't even entirely clear with the way he phrases it. Fraser can tell Ray's distracted and clearly thinks Ray's response is perfunctory rather than genuine.

The plot of the episode unfolds and this isn't brought up again until the end of the b-plot where Dief is caught by the dog catcher, and Ray presents the license right in time to save Dief. "Well he's mine now, because you sure as hell don't have a wolf license." "In fact, he does." <3

And Fraser's sheer delighted disbelief is just perfect. "I only asked you once, and you got it." "Of course I got it, you asked me for it, right?" It's not even a question for Ray, Fraser asked him to do something so it gets done. He 100% meant that "yeah yeah leave it to me" at the bar even if it didn't sound like it.

Like in terms of setting up their characters and the dynamic between them it's perfect. Ray is someone whose actions belie his words and tone. Not only will he do anything for Fraser, it's obvious to him that he would. He pays attention even when he doesn't seem like he is, he cares, and if Fraser asks him for a favour, that favour gets done, like basic cause and effect.

And Fraser is someone who's never had a person who was there for him the way Ray is. He's largely defined by the way his father put his job over his family and was never there for him, raised by his strict grandparents even though his dad was alive and well. As an adult he's a loner and a fish out of water, not just in Chicago but even back in the Canadian north, where his colleagues still saw him as an oddball.

He asks Ray for this favour not actually expecting it, especially not after one conversation. He expects to have to cajole Ray for a wolf license, or get one himself. But Ray gets it for him after one off-hand comment, and the framing of the license as episode bookends, as well as Fraser's reaction, make it very clear how deliberate this dynamic is as a significant aspect of their relationship and sets it up for further exploration down the line in episodes like North and Vault.

Honestly it's almost like Fraser starts making up for lost time in being able to depend on someone, the way he asks Ray for things after this, and relishes Ray's responsiveness lol. Like there's a joke about it in Chicago Holiday a few episodes later, when Fraser slyly says, "Sometimes when you stand still the world comes to you," as Ray brings him something he'd forgotten. Fraser takes to Ray's unwavering support like a duck to water.

Honestly it's no wonder I was immediately hooked when I happened to catch the last five minutes of Diefenbaker's Day Off way back in the day.

#due south #ds30below #i mentioned i might write due south meta for this fest thing so here's something about the very first scene i ever watched #text post #marley on due south

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alexandramrobertson · 1 month

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An offline fan's history

I grew up in Canada, and my earliest memories of Due South are of watching it on the family TV with my mother. I was too young to understand the humour or most of the plot. I didn't know where Chicago was. But even then I knew the show was something special. Where else on TV could you see a man in a scarlet tunic running around the big city?

More than a decade later, I rewatched the entire series. Somehow, those episodes I watched over my mother's shoulder were burned into my memory. When I saw the sweat lodge in Fraser's apartment (Season 2, Episode 6), I realized "I've seen this episode before!" I wondered when Fraser was going to pull out the semaphore skills I remembered from my childhood (Season 2, Episode 17). And of course I remembered Diefenbaker.

I don't have much experience with fandom, especially online, or writing fan fiction. I mostly write original fantasy fiction. But when I realized that this year was the thirtieth anniversary of Due South, I wanted to join the fun with @ds30below. I'm excited to see the fandom's enthusiasm and creativity.

#ds30below #due south #diefenbaker #benton fraser

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oldfangirl81 · 8 months

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My brain really is always trying to connect Marvel to my other fandoms. But when you bring Gods, magic and the multiverse then anything becomes possible.

Fandoms: The Sentinel, Due South, Young Justice, Torchwood, Nimona, Warehouse 13, Lucifer, Stranger Things, 911 Lone Star, Hawaii 50, 911, Eureka

• Sentinel: Clint is sentinel whose strength is sight. But his abusive father still cost him a good chunk of hearing. Other events have left Clint completely deaf in one ear and partially in the other. In a world where ableism exists this makes it hard to find a guide. Until he meets Coulson/Natasha/Bobbi/Bucky/Darcy/Laura.

• Due South: Teenage Clint has been betrayed by Barney and Trickshot. The circus happened to be in Chicago at the time. Clint ends up homeless after being released/sneaking out from the hospital. He meets Diefenbaker on one of his adventures. This leads to Ray and Benton fostering Clint. Hawkeye still becomes an Avenger but he was SHIELDS best track in both urban and wilderness settings.

• DC: Young Justice Connor Kent tries to protect his team from an angry magic user. Instead of dying he is transported to the Barton farm a week before the snap. How would Clint's arc change if he had a superpowered teenager following him like a duckling.

• Torchwood: During Captain Jack's absence the rift gets odd again. Ianto and Toshiko get pulled in and spit back out in the sanctum sanctorum. Wong and Ianto bond over properly brewed hot drinks. Toshiko makes friends with a hacker online by the name of Skye.

• Nimona: What if Nimona brought a guest back with them in the form of a shape shifting Asgardian Loki. The God flirts heavily with Ballister to the annoyance of Ambrosius.

• Warehouse 13: Somehow Steve's shield becomes an artifact. Steve, Bucky and Sam take a trip to the warehouse in hopes of fixing it.

• Warehouse 13: During a new experiment to bring back her daughter HG Wells is sent to Tony Stark's lab while the man was explaining something to Peter Parker. To Clint's amusement HG flirts heavily with Natasha.

• Lucifer: Clint follows a suspect into Lux and stops her from taking a shot at Lucifer. When the cops arrive Clint has the awkward moment of seeing his ex-boyfriend, Detective Dan Espinoza.

• Stranger Things: Instead of exiting the upside down they end up in the sanctum. Much to Dr Stranger's annoyance but he does assist in helping them get back eventually. It takes effort because once the kids discover they are in a comic universe they want to explore.

• 911 Lone Star: When Steve was on his bike tour he met a Texas Ranger who he struck up a friendship with. Bucky, Steve and Sam were in town for the wedding incognito as "work friends". Because of this the gun shot wasn't fatal. Carlos doesn't know how to react to his Dad being friends with Avengers. And ones that weren't straight. I love a Jewish Bucky so he bonds with TK on several levels.

• Hawaii 50: Clint is taking a forced vacation in Hawaii. As luck would have it he's in a museum that Charlie's school was visiting when it was taken hostage. The bad guys are specifically looking for Charlie as revenge for something related to his stepdad. Clint stops them before the task force arrives. He quickly becomes family.

• 911: Bucky and Clint are trying a normal date at the Santa Monica Pier. They befriend a kid and the guy they assume is his stepdad. Then the Tsunami hits. Because of the extra trained adults Chris doesn't get lost. The school gets in hot water for calling Chris a liar for saying an Avenger saved him. The lawsuit goes down very differently, either because they get him a better lawyer who works with the union or offer Buck a job with Avengers HQ in New York.

• Eureka: Clint drops in on an old friend, Sheriff Jack Carter. Given all the shenanigans he's used to the town barely phases Clint. However Nathan Stark is not happy to have a member of his cousin's boyband hanging around Jack. His headache increases when several assassins, Bucky and Natasha, arrive to bug Clint.

#fic prompt #marvel #hawkeye #Eureka #due south #torchwood #lucifer #young justice #hawaii 5 0 #nimona #911 lone star #911 fox

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fleurcareil · 8 months

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Central Saskatchewan: Great Sand Hills, Sask. Landing and Manitou Beach

Driving from Alberta into Saskatchewan was immediately clear from the road condition; similar to driving from the Netherlands into Belgium, the way my car suddenly started rattling left no doubt I had crossed the border! 😂 The convoy of cars that I had been keeping up with also suddenly dissipated, so I was all alone on a crappy road in the middle of nowhere while dark clouds were brewing on the horizon - welcome to Saskatchewan! 🙃

Driving here (on older roads, they do also have top-notch new asphalt) gives the sensation of being drunk on a rolling boat 😝, constantly going up & down from left to right... there's actually no potholes but I'm guessing the asphalt's ability to withstand the cold winter might make it more ellastic so that it sags all over the place... on some stretches my head shaked so hard, I felt like a bobblehead! 🤣 (less good for my stomach though)

When I finally made a right turn after 245 km on the same road out of Drumheller, it was as I had suspected on a gravel road; I was now squarely back on the Prairies! 🤩 The gravel roads are in good condition (although the Manitoba ones are even better), but the loose gravel does mean I need to be more focused to stay in the tracks, so it's tiring and slower.

I didn't take many pictures of the scenery as it's exactly the same as when I drove westward through the province 😁 (albeit that was a more southern route than now on my return), so please check out my earlier blog if you're curious how the Prairies looks like, basically one field after another. I did include below pic of what-I-presume is a blooming wheat field, as it looked really golden! ☺

My first stop in Saskatchewan was at the Great Sand Hills near Spectre, where the cowboy way of life is idolized in a pretty stone mural and an arch of old (mostly falling apart) boots.

The sand hills are a remnant of glacial lake deposits, similar to the Spirit Sands I had hiked in southwest Manitoba. Where this used to be a vast expanse of moving sand dunes, most are now stabilized due to vegetation, so there's only a few truly sandy ones left over (which are expected to be gone by the end of the century). Despite them not being so high as I had expected - when driving along the flat fields, I had already been wondering why I didn't see them miles away - the reserve protects a small island of native prairie ecosystem in the middle of farmland so that makes them valuable just as they are!

During a little hike through the dunes, the only thing you could hear was the wind rustling through the bushes and the bellowing of cattle 😀 which was very relaxing until a cow family suddenly came directly my way! The male was looking at me while advancing towards me so not knowing what to expect, I backed off... turned out they really just wanted to walk over to another patch of grass behind me, so off they went over the dune. 😁

An hour further east, I checked in at Saskatchewan Landing provincial park on Lake Diefenbaker for a two-night stay. The lake is a massive 225km-long (almost as long as the Netherlandsb is wide! 😮) hydro reservoir that feels like an oasis after descending from the grasslands plateau, as it's green & lush with vegetation. It explained all the boat trailers I had seen driving on the dusty prairie roads which had felt really odd! 😅

I had wanted to capture the sunset but ended up talking at length to a Canadian-Belgian couple who recognized my accent 😀, so I missed the pretty pink colours but instead I did see a mesmerizing full moon! It had just been a few days that India had landed on the moon so it was special to consider that there's now a piece of that country so far away (I congratulated my Indian friends)! ☺

The next day, I had planned and indeed did absolutely nothing all day!! 🎉 As you'll have figured out by now, this is not something I do often (last time was at Kouchibouguac in New Brunswick over 2 months ago), but it was supposed to be a real summery hot day so was excited about getting to the beach.... it turned out to be only 22 degrees, cloudy and with a lot of wind so my beach-bumming did not completely work out as I had hoped 🤨 but still had a glorious day of basically sitting at the campsite, sitting at the beach (with clothes on) and then back to sitting at the campsite 😂

On the way to the beach though (a 2k drive to the other side of the lake), I had to pay my respects ofcourse to an old bison rubbing stone, and also checked out the viewpoint which really shows how the lake creates this green ribbon in an otherwise yellow-brown landscape, aka an oasis!

Having had such a long lazy day (including eating a delicious raspberry cheesecake icecream 🤗), I already had all the veggies prepped for roasting on the fire by 6pm (which is very early as I usually only set up camp by 7) but it felt a waste to start the fire when it was still light, so I ended up having a late dinner after all 😅. Over my beers, I came up with the idea that I could create my own cozy "virtual fireplace" video that I can play on my laptop on cold winter days... what do you think?!? 🤣🤣

The next day, the air felt different and when I walked over to the lake to watch the sunrise, it was confirmed; the smoke was back and the sun was really struggling to break through 😒. Too much wind to paddle so I left early hoping that things might be better elsewhere.

Same scenery as the day before 😜 (never boring though!), but I did capture one more "golden field" as example of the absolute nothingness... in a way, Labrador and the Prairies have this flat, monotone landscape in common despite their widely different geography, climate and ecosystems; that of Labrador is a sea of trees and here it's a sea of fields... In contrast, Québec, Ontario, BC and the other provinces have a much more varied landscape of ocean, lakes, mountains, forest AND fields.

When driving, the road oftentimes looked black from insects which I wasn't sure what they were (not flies luckily! 😅), until the gentleman at the gas station explained while cleaning my windows, that they're crickets eating grasshopper eggs... as it had been a dry summer, there were lots of grasshoppers and as a result the crickets had a bumper year, great example of prey-predator cycles! PS. Unfortunately a few miles after the gas station, there was a lengthy stretch of roadwork & gravel detours, so that meant RIP for my short-lived clean windows...

I found a few days later a cricket who had hitchhiked in my trunk, so he/she was quickly booted out when I saw it - I had already searched for whatever culprit snacked on my paper towel and was relieved it wasn't a mouse 😜.

The gas station was in the town of Outlook, and I must admit it took me a while to remember why it sounded so familiar... just shows how 3.5 months off work can undo a lifelong of using Microsoft email! 😅

But the real reason I took the picture of the sign was that for a long while these signs had perplexed me... when I had driven westbound into Saskatchewan from Manitoba the signs appeared, all with a "1" behind a name, and confusing them with city boundary ones that are typical in Europe it seemed as if each village was being numbered, e.g. Outlook 1, Outlook 2... which seemed such an odd thing to do (but Québec does have similarly numbered hydro dams & associated villages, e.g. Manic 1 to 5)! Only what must have been at the 20th sign or so, I realized that it indicated the next village 1km away 🤣🤣🤣 it took me a while to realize there was never going to be an Outlook 2... what can I say... my brain is also on a break!! 😅

Lastly, when driving around, the dry summer that the gas station guy had talked about was apparent in either completely or partially dry fens, the little ponds that dot the landscape and are a source of water for the farmers... the dried fens have different colours than the surrounding fields (white of salt or green for younger vegetation) which gave pretty visuals.

Having left early, I arrived just after noon at Manitou Beach which has as unique feature an extremely salty lake, 3 times the salt content of seawater, so that it's aptly referred to as Canada's Dead Sea! 😃 I had to try it ofcourse, and yes, swimming was basically impossible in the disgustingly salty water as each time I tried to go underwater, it would just push me up 😲... a really weird experience! Once I started to dry, my arms and legs turned white from the salt deposits so luckily there was a shower on the beach to rinse it off. It's a groundwater fed lake that through evaporation results in high salt concentrations, which are attributed to cure a whole list of diseases... as I tend to be covered in cuts and bruises, it was almost painful as the salt would sting all open wounds!

On my walk back to the campground, I admired the various wood carvings that were on display from a contest a few weeks ago... at it's an annual competition, the village is full of wood carvings including random ones of chimpansees, Belle & the Beast etc... there must be a theme each year?? This year it seemed related to Canadian nature (although not sure the stingray and turtle live here, maybe on BC's coast).

I really enjoyed the floating so I returned to the salty water, but then at the spa where it was heated, even better! 🤗 someone mentioned to me they come here every winter... if I would live nearby and had -40C winters, I would sign up for a membership in a heartbeat! There's noodles (as used in aquarobics) to help you balance in a vertical direction as the feet want to float up all the time 😜, or you can just lie back with your head onto a noodles and float away... Divine!

Topped off the evening with a cheeseburger & onion rings from the food stand on the beach and then a campfire with a s'more... oh la la, it feels so good spoiling yourself 🤩

Wildlife: 7 gophers, 1 deer, 1000+ crickets

SUPs: none

Hikes: one at Great Sand Hills

Distance driven from last map: 1,668km

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jvstheworld · 1 year

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Due South Re-watch: part 3

(Note to self: try to keep notes shorter and less vague)

•Sus guy being sus, who knew? Wanting to avoid having your picture taken is not sus, but faking your name, going on a hunting trip with a bunch of people who don’t know you and not killing any animals is.

• Oh Diefenbaker, you cute wolf. He is the goodest boy and no one can change my mind. Even when he doesn’t do as he is told, he is still the goodest boy.

•Fraser doesn’t carry a gun because he isn’t licensed to carry one in the USA. He is in Canada and is a very good shot, as seen in ‘Mountie on the Bounty: part 2′.

•So that caribou from earlier paid off, ‘It drowned on dry land.’ Here we start to see pieces fitting together. We know about the dam destroying habitats and now we have animals drowning. Everything pays off, it’s what happens when you have a well thought out story with a good script.

•Using Bob Fraser’s diary as a way of keeping the character a part of the story is a great idea. It allows the audience to get to know him but also allows Fraser to do the same. As hinted at earlier, they didn’t have much of a relationship so this is the only way Ben can learn about his dad outside of the legend everyone knows him as and that he himself has seen. We don’t always get to know what people are really like and what they are thinking, and sometimes we never get the chance. These diaries are Ben’s only chance. For now.

• Ray is not a great cop, but he is more realistic than Fraser is. Despite the 41 cases he has to deal with he still chooses to help Fraser. First it was out of guilt for a very glib comment he made and now it’s because he likes Fraser. he visits him at the diner and they swap stories about their dead fathers out of a burgeoning friendship. Hell, Ray introduces him to his family because he understands that Fraser is alone, is probably homesick and wants to do something nice for him, even if that means subjecting him to the chaos that is the Vecchio household. But then Ray has an epiphany before they can really eat because actors having to repeatedly eat food for every take during scenes like this is not fun.

•The explosion in Drake’s apartment is one of the few times that Fraser misses something and it ends badly. His new friend is in the hospital because of that. It won’t be the last time they put each other in the hospital, sadly.

•Okay I have to ask, the scene where Fraser is fighting and chasing after Drake, anyone else think he was kind of hot during that? Also don’t try to fool Fraser he knew Gerard was trying to bullshit him.

One more part to go!

#due south #benton fraser #ray vecchio #diefenbaker

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trustranking · 2 years

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Shimo licent

#Shimo licent series

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Pearson too nice to be prime minister? Was John Diefenbaker a mad, bug-eyed egotist? And was Pierre and Margaret Trudeau’s marital relationship a little like that of father and daughter? These are the sorts of questions 25-year-old Kate Beaton gently probes in her series of comics on Canadian history, which are unusual enough to have sparked the sort of praise most writers spend a lifetime cultivating. Your journey will be stress-free as long as you remember to keep an ear on local traffic news, and leave plenty of time to reach the airport.Was Lester B. There's no more panicking about missed connections: your hire car is ready when you are. With a hire car in Shimo-suwa you don't need to worry about getting to and from the airport. Hiring a car in Shimo-suwa opens up a whole world of possibilities, and takes the stress out of discovering new places. Drive into the countryside for a unique perspective on Shimo-suwa, visit a nearby town without any hassle, or simply enjoy the feeling of the open road beneath your tyres. Once you've seen all the top sights that Shimo-suwa has to offer, you can buckle up and go exploring. Whether you're looking for a cute convertible for a romantic break, a people carrier for a stag do, or a hatchback for a family trip, we'll show you the best available deals and help you to save money. Simply tell us the dates of your trip and we'll show you what cars are available from a range of car hire companies in Shimo-suwa. With Skyscanner you can choose the car you want, at a price you want. With our hotels in Shimo-suwa you can find and compare the best prices for hotels with parking, so both you and your hire car will have somewhere to stay. You don't need to get your head around any complicated public transport systems: simply jump in your hire car and go. You'll have to go through passport control and show the nice people at the car hire desk your driving licence too, of course, but you get the picture. It's as easy as reserving online, stepping off the plane, and driving off. Beat the crowds and make the most of your city break in Shimo-suwa by renting a car.

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caranelguild · 2 years

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October 22, DY 26

Shortly after Brother, Kai, Lagoruth, and Roy leave the guild headquarters to meet with Bentley and the pirates, a few new faces are seen at the end of Tanglewood Bank. They ring the new bell at 1215 and are invited in by Oskwe, wearing her new maid’s outfit purchased at the behest of Brother. Oskwe wonders whether the white wolf would be more comfortable outside?

“Go with the wolf, son,” says the heavily armoured dwarf, and the wolf and dwarf boy head around to the backyard.

Inside, the rest of the newcomers are greeted by Kuene and introductions go around. The owner of the wolf is Dimble Nackle Cloak, a gnome ranger with the Rangers of the Western Star. His wolf is called Ghost. The heavily armoured dwarf is Ser Diefenbaker, known familiarly as Lars, and he rumbles out in a delicious baritone that he wants his son La-La to be tested as a man as part of a “middling-to-low class guild where he will have to show his mettle but not bleed.” The third stranger, a nondescript human, introduces himself vaguely as Dirk.

The conversation is full of miscommunication (“Is ‘low’ a compliment to dwarves, since you are so . . . low to the ground?” “That’s racist.”) and delicious treats served by Oskwe. Dimble mentions that he has just come from the marines, where he was asking about any unusual happenings in the city as part of his designation by his order, and was told about the mysterious flying ship and how Kuene’s guild has been tasked with its investigation. While waiting for the return of his four efficient adventurers, Kuene wonders if Dimble and the others would like to take on a quest to see if they are good fits with the guild.

They are happy to do so, and Kuene gives them the only quest remaining on the board - the yeti hunt. They head off to the Crown district to the manor of the von Bismarcks to meet with Terrifica von Bismarck, rich first son. (La-La is left behind at the guild headquarters.) Along the way, Ser Lars, himself a noble, regales our other new adventurers with tales of the heinous deeds and unscrupulous dealings of the von Bismarck family. Heavy bias is suspected.

The high concrete wall of the von Bismarck manor, just down the boulevard from the Undying Palace itself, is decorated along its edge by the heraldic beasts of the family - the hippocampus and stag beetle. Our trio follows the wall to its magical gate, nothing more than a silver-inlaid outline of a door with a stag beetle knocker.

They are left waiting after a short introduction, and then are admitted into the topiary courtyard by a sepulchral servant who glides along the ground before them. They are taken into the enormous gothic mansion and led up a wide stairwell to a door carved with a bas relief portrait of a young dwarf. When left by the servant, Ser Lars kicks the door.

When nothing happens for a few minutes, Ser Lars kicks it again and doesn’t stop.

“Just hold on a second!” cries a haughty voice from inside. “I’m just having someone put on my robe.” Then, “Get the door, Samuel.”

The door, opening into the hall, is stopped by Ser Lars for a laugh, before Dirk pulls him back. Samuel, a timid pageboy, admits our new adventurers into the luxurious apartments of Terrifica von Bismarck. The first son himself is kitchily resplendent in a glamorous robe, sitting on a human-sized throne facing the door.

“You are here to kill a yeti for me, yes?” he says.

Right, say our adventurers, thinking of the egregious wealth on display throughout the property, and if we could just discuss our rates.

It swiftly becomes clear that Terrifica von Bismarck is proudly inept at maths and thinks one is more than five, since to be number one is to be on the top. But surely five fingers are more than one finger, our adventurers argue. Nonsense, says Terrifica without other substance.

When pageboy Samuel says nervously, “No, they’re right, my lord,” he is chastised. Ser Lars tosses him a silver penny.

So then, say our adventurers, perhaps instead of one hundred gold pieces, we should do five hundred.

Very reasonable, says Terrifica.

Per person.

Very well, says Terrifica. The dwarf, the gnome, and the human?

And the wolf.

That is a beast, protests Terrifica.

A person.

Prove it. Say something.

Everyone turns with great expectation to Ghost, who barks the sound of an intelligible syllable very convincingly.

Write up the contract, Samuel, says Terrifica.

Samuel disappears into a cubby nearby and returns remarkably swiftly with a scroll full of fine print, which Dirk is careful to read over.

“It says here that the amount is to be paid upon approval by the Lord von Bismarck,” says Dirk, “and will be paid in increments over an indefinite amount of time.”

“Samuel!” hisses Terrifica, “We don’t need to involve Daddy! Cut that bit out.”

“And let’s make the increments half now, half upon completion.”

Everything is agreed to, despite anything Samuel can do (Ser Lars tosses him a few more silvers), and the contract is signed and a copy of the signatures is given to our adventurers in a sturdy folder.

Terrifica has Samuel write up a cheque from the Royal Bank of Augleth for one thousand gold pieces and signs it. Ser Lars tucks it into his armour.

Banking time! agree our adventurers.

“To the dwarf bank!” cries Ser Lars, and sprints off, leaving the others in his dust. Upon arrival and display of the cheque, he is invited into a back room and given the VIP treatment - something unfamiliar to him, a heritage debtor. He deposits his share and withdraws the rest in pieces of gold, taking the surcharge hit to his own banked share and pocketing the extra coin for Oskwe.

He passes off the coffers of gold to his companions when they catch up and they walk proudly and boldly out the doors of the bank - attracting attention unnoticed by them.

As Ser Lars leads them back to the guild through a picturesque domestic street, they are ambushed by a quartet of impeccably dressed women whose skin and outfits glimmer with some sort of magical ward.

Wielding razor sharp modern blades and shuriken, they immediately have Dimble and Ghost on the back foot - and Ghost falls first to the attackers’ blades. Ser Lars and Dirk work together and deal grievous damage to one, who leaps onto a signpost to pepper them with shuriken before falling dead to an eldritch blast from Dirk.

The melee lasts hardly thirty seconds before Ser Lars gets ahold of an attacker, gripping them tightly. One of their friends dead upon the cobblestones and another badly injured, the captured ambusher cries out in surrender.

“Very well,” says Ser Lars, “you shall be brought to justice, as God willeth.”

“There’s a militia posting a couple blocks from here,” one of the women volunteers.

Our adventurers figure that’ll work nicely, and escort the criminals there. Dimble is suspicious of their willingness, and of the familiarity he sees shared by the ambushers and the police force, but there’s nothing he can see to be done about it. The women are left with the militia and our adventurers make their way to the guild hall.

#augleth #chapter 7 #dnd #d&d

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spacetimeconundrum · 2 years

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2021 in Writing

Happy 2022 everyone! I hope you're all staying healthy and warm out there this January.

This past year was a bit of a rough one for me (and many of you too, I'm sure). And yet, according to AO3, 2021 was somehow my most productive year so far in terms of writing: over 58,500 words! That's basically a whole novel's worth of fiction! So for fun, let's look back on all the things I wrote in 2021:

Not the Time Dad - Due South, Gen, 600 words, Benton Fraser, Bob Fraser, Diefenbaker, werewolves, awkward conversations Bob picks an inconvenient moment to drop in on his son. Short scene / entry into my Due South, but Make Everyone Werewolves series that I wrote in May, in an attempt to shake free of writer's block (I hadn't been able to write anything since late November at that point.) It worked, because I was finally able to start making progress on my C6D Big Bang fic after this. And any excuse to write Bob Fraser should be embraced, really. A Canadian Werewolf in Las Vegas - Due South, T, 29.7k, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Ray Vecchio, Victoria Metcalf, werewolves, Las Vegas, established relationship, kid!fic, family feels, road trips “It’s… look, there’s no good way to say this. It’s Victoria. She’s in Vegas, in Intensive Care..." Originally the idea for this story came to me in the summer of 2020, but I lacked the time and energy to get more than a few scenes written before that year's C6D Big Bang, so I put it on the agenda for 2021 instead. Written in concentrated bursts while working an obscenely stressful job this summer, I'm incredibly proud of this story, even if it's gotten far less attention than a few of my others this past year. It's about the unexpected shapes family can take, forgiveness, and yes, werewolves. (It's also part of the aforementioned werewolf AU series.) Plus, it's pretty funny in places, or at least I think so. (If you haven't jumped into this one yet because kid!fic and/or Victoria aren't your jam, I get that, but I promise this story isn't what you're expecting it to be.) Icing the Pack - Due South, G, 6.9k, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Ray Vecchio, hockey AU, werewolves, didn't know they were dating Ben Fraser is an NHL defenseman in Chicago. When his best friend is traded to Florida for a late round draft pick and a scrappy right winger a few years from retirement, he isn't expecting his entire life to change. Or the secret his new teammate is hiding... Written in August immediately after I wrapped up work on A Canadian Werewolf in Las Vegas because I was still buzzing with writing energy and wanted to use it, this was the product of a Discord conversation where I asked my friends there what I should write. The suggestion I got was "werewolf hockey player Ray K and suspicious teammate Fraser", which, if you know me well, you also know that this was something I absolutely HAD to write immediately. I had a lot of fun writing it and am particularly proud of the jump scare. You don't really need to know anything about hockey to enjoy it, but it can't hurt. A Little Less Conversation (A Little More Action) - Due South, T, 9.6k, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Elvis, Renfield Turnbull, Francesca Vecchio, Harding Welsh, accidental marriage, fake/pretend relationship, modern setting Ray and Fraser accidentally get married. Well, as accidentally as one can deliberately go through all the required steps to marry someone and then somehow be surprised by the result. It's complicated. Also written in August, with the knowledge that I was leaving the terrible job that was making me miserable, this turned out to be the most popular out of anything I wrote in 2021. Another product of zany Discord discussions, this story started as a joking comment about how I wanted to write an accidental marriage plot that snowballed into a fully formed story in nearly record time. I'd already written one Vegas-set story, how about another? I set it in the vaguely present-day, instead of the late 90s, because marriage equality is way more fun, especially when you're trying to write a silly 'oh no, I accidentally married my best friend in Vegas' storyline. Ray and Fraser succumb to peer-pressure, Turnbull bonds with a stripper, feelings are felt, there's a shower scene, it's a good time. Drop It Like It's Hot - Due South, M, 11.6k, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Renfield Turnbull, Bob Fraser, curses, magical realism, first time, crack treated seriously What do you get when you mix two Mounties, a Chicago police detective, a half-wolf, and an opinionated ghost with a bit of cursed pottery? A little romance, if you're lucky. My entry into this year's due South Seekrit Santa, and the reason I couldn't write this post until after New Year's. I wrote this for a good friend and frequent enabler (who's already convincing me to write more silly things for this year, so you all have that to look forward to), who requested some magical case fic for F/K. I gave her a cursed vase, ghost shenanigans, and possibly the steamiest scene I've ever written (again, so far).

That’s the list! Thank you to everyone who read my stuff this year, left comments, kudos, beta read things at the last minute, and encouraged my nonsense on Discord. May 2022 treat you all kindly, and may the words come when you need them!

#my writing #due south #fan fiction #fraser/rayk #2021 #long post is long

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eranjayne · 3 months

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February Mini Sessions!

February minis are now available! Check it out!

It’s the month where we celebrate love, in all its ways, shapes and forms! So, why not celebrate the love in your life with a mini photo session! Each month this year, I’ll be offering at least ONE weekend date of 4 back-to-back mini sessions, at a local park or location. I know there are many of you out there who have young families (or partners!) that can’t sit still for a longer portrait…

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#Delta family photos #Delta photographer #Diefenbaker Park #Diefenbaker Park family photos #family mini sessions #Ladner family photos #Ladner photographer #monthly mini sessions #South Delta family photos #South Delta photographer #Tsawwassen family photos #Tsawwassen photographer #Vancouver photographer

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diefenbakerblogs · 3 years

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CARRY ON COUNTDOWN 2020, Day 30, Dec 24: Any Way The Wind Blows

I take his hand when I reach him, feel his fingers interlacing with mine. We stay like that for a moment, standing right in front of each other. I can smell butter and spices and the flowery scent of Bunce’s favourite detergent on him. I want to curl up in his warmth and never leave again.

Defeating the Humdrum should have been enough, right? And yet - somehow - nothing is all right. Not after the Chosen One fulfilled his prophecy, not after the disaster that should have been an American roadtrip. And now, on top of everything else, there's trouble at Watford. This is a story about the moments in-between the big catastrophes, a story about figuring out how to stop the world and yourself from falling apart.

None of us escaped unscathed: We’re all still there, I think, half-caught in the dim light filtering through the broken rafters of the White Chapel.

dead stars (we are not unspectacular things) by Diefenbaker

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Carry On Series - Rainbow Rowell

Relationships: Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow, Penelope Bunce & Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch & Shepard & Simon Snow & Agatha Wellbelove, Dev/Niall (Simon Snow), Dev & Niall & Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch

Characters: Simon Snow, Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch, Penelope Bunce, Agatha Wellbelove, Shepard (Simon Snow), Dev (Simon Snow), Niall (Simon Snow)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, post-Carry on, Post-Wayward Son, Carry On Countdown (Simon Snow), COC 2020, Carry On Countdown 2020

Published: 2020-12-25

Words: 9468

This story was written for the Carry-On-Countdown 2020 and I hope you enjoy it! I poured all my Wayward Son feelings into it and, somehow, it also turned out to be my take on what might happen at the beginning of Any Way The Wind Blows.

It is a) a gift for @vkelleyart, who doesn't know me but whose Carry On art never fails to break and mend my heart in all the right places and always reminds me of why I love these magickal idiots so much! Thank you :)

b) a HUGE THANK YOU to the amazing admins of the @carryon-countdown who make this event so wonderful and welcoming!

#coc 2020 #carry on countdown #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #i made this #ada limón #carry on #wayward son #any way the wind blows

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spyvstailor · 4 years

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Started a new novel, since I still feel weird releasing my zombie novel in the middle of a global pandemic. So, enjoy this free sneak peak at my prologue.

Coyote Flats had been built on 312 graves.

Not many people knew this, of course. If they did they wouldn't have moved to the small town when the boom hit in the early eighties.

Situated in a large basin at the bottom of a valley, Coyote Flats was farmland mostly. Canadian prairie grass grew at the top of the valley, the bottom of which was a large alkali salt plain where the creature for which the Flats was named roamed freely.

In 1978 a cattle farmer digging a well in the basin hit a piece of bone, digging up a mammoth in what would be the first of many late Pleistocene fauna.

That was the cause of the second boom of Coyote Flats.

Before that it was dried up and dead, had been since the thirties when the topsoil blew away from the rich earth at the top of the valley.

Now it was tourist town, small enough that it still had it's dignity. It wasn't trinkets and toys like some of the other dinosaur riddled small towns that dotted the prairies, but it still drew a crowd.

Seven thousand people resided within the Flats, half of that in the surrounding area, so it wasn't ever big, just big enough.

Within the town limits, past the Minnie the Mammoth statue by the highway sign, were homes built in the early eighties, peppered throughout with older homes. The front enclosed porch homes of 1912, the wide and squat bungalow homes of the 1920's and three large red bricked buildings in the centre, huddled around the park.

If one knew about the 312 buried beneath the Coyote Flats Park, then they would also know that McAllister Funeral Home to the east had always been a mortuary, that the Town Hall to the north was once a sanatorium where tuberculosis patients from all across the northern prairies went to seek medical help and rest, before ultimately dying of the white plague in the early days of the twentieth century and that St. Bernadine's Roman Catholic Church, in the south-west of the park had always been the church that offered sanctuary for the dying.

These buildings were the oldest in Coyote Flats.

The oldest residents, outside of the McAllister sisters themselves who lived in a turn of the century Victorian style home just east of the park, beside the funeral home that shared their name, though was never owned by them. No, these women, white witches teased by some, were members of the one of the oldest families in the Flats. Nearly a quarter of the town shared the name McAllister with them, though none were progenitors of these women as they were all single matrons, old maids as they were once called.

They lured both men and women, young and old, into their open home with the scent of sweets baking on a warm summer's eve, or the promise of good gossip, tea and maybe a home remedy or two.

When the wind blew from the south, they'd say, love will kiss thee on the mouth.

Oh Bonny Portmore, Charity McAllister, could be heard singing from their front porch on a quiet afternoon as she tended her window box flowers, I am sorry to see, such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree. For it stood on your shore for many a long day, til the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.

These women, tended to by their great grand-niece, granddaughter of their oldest sister Grace, may she rest in peace, were some of the only who knew about the 312.

Inside the brick building to the north, deep in the basement of the Town Hall, Eddie Hollander was another who knew of the 312. He knew because he worked the historical archives, he lived among papers and files and microfiche, he had gone to university to become a historian, only to be shoved down into the bowels of Coyote Flats where no one came, no one visited, no one seemed to care.

He lived, oddly enough, beside the McAllisters on Diefenbaker Avenue, just east of the park. From his front porch, as from the McAllister's, he saw the birch stand that separated the park from the rest of the world.

If he peered hard enough through the black and white trunks of the trees, he could see the back of St. Bernadine's. In the winter, he didn't have to peer much at all, the red brick building standing out against the white of the snow.

While the church became clear to see in the winter, the white marble angel behind it blended in.

She stood eight feet tall, eleven feet counting the pedestal beneath her sandaled feet, arms reaching out to the heavens in abject grief, wings spread tall and wide.

Anyone who knew about the 312, knew why this angel stood there behind the church. Those who didn't, assumed she was just some pretty piece of statuary in the park, confused, maybe, about why she stood behind the church and not in front of it or beside it.

But for as confused as people were about the placement of the white angel, they were just as confused about the black marble angel.

He knelt on his pedestal, about three hundred yards north from the church, backed by the birch stand that swooped in beside him and around to shield him from the bitter winds coming from the east and the north. The winds that brought visitors and storms, according to the McAllister sisters.

This angel was militant and vengeful looking.

His hood hid most of his features from the world, though anyone who really dared to peer into the shadows of the hood said he was sometimes disapproving, sometimes amused. With a sort of patrician nose in the classical style and piercing eyes carved into the cold stone, he was hunched on one knee, arm raised with a flaming sword in it, prepared for the kill. Wings spread intimidatingly or perhaps even in preparation for a flight into battle

He was frightening to children, threatening to men and abhorrent to women (though some would say he had an oddly thrilling charm about him).

Perhaps aware of this, the town council tried to beautify him somewhat, they planted wave petunias in a flowerbed at the base of his pedestal in the hopes of softening the threat.

He only seemed to drop his gaze to them in silent annoyance.

In the morning he was placid, almost smiling, by noon he was scowling, aggressive, before becoming a mild warrior of God once more in the evening.

Most didn't dare get close to him come nightfall, however. It just wasn't done.

No one entered the park at night, they didn't know why, they just knew it gave them odd feelings and sensations.

If you timed it just right, on a peaceful evening in mid-summer in Coyote Flats. Standing before the black angel with your back to him, gazing across the well trimmed grass to where the church stood shielding the white angel from MacKenzie-King Avenue in the west, you could be lucky enough to hear both Charity McAllister singing and the sound of a small town in the dying light of the sun. And you would forget, for a moment, the eerie feeling that crept upon you, standing in a park in the middle of Coyote Flats proper which was once a cemetery where 312 were buried.

#this is a chance for all my followers who post about supporting authors and creators to put their money where their mouths are #support me guys #need it #getting laid off from work #so i need to kick ass on this proper like and make some money from my writing #coyote flats #enjoy this free sneak peak #and if you do happen to like my work visit my actual tumblr page to donate to a struggling author #this has not been edited #lazy

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dukeofriven · 3 years

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This is the very first panel of The Legion of Superheroes.

Well... no, that’s not strictly true. Technically speaking there’s a splash-page featuring an action-sequence that never actually occurs in the story, but since it’s a fake-out teaser it doesn’t count.

... also, double-technically, this isn’t the first panel of the Legion of Superheroes because there was no such comic as the Legion of Superheroes when this was published. This is Adventure Comics #247 [1], a Superboy story where a group of heroes called the Legion of Superheroes were throwaway one-off characters with no real possibility of ever coming back but who, through extraordinary popularity and distinctive...

... let me start again.

The Legion of Superheroes is one of my favourite comics. It's certainly my favourite by either of the Big Two (i.e. Marvel and DC). By and large I don’t really like the Big Two’s storytelling model: even laying aside all the scuzzy aspects of capitalism, the problem with most long-running Big Two comics is that change is impossible. One of all-time favourite stories in any medium is the No Man’s Land arc of Batman, which ran from 1999-2000. NML introduced characters I adore, and made fascinating, cataclysmic changes to the very landscape of Gotham City: after being levelled by an earthquake and abandoned by the US government, Batman, his extensive family, and those who failed - or refused - to leave fight for survival in the ruins.

It's *phenomenal*.

And so, of course, DC has since erased the entire thing in order to get back to a blander, whiter status quo (#justiceforcassiecain). Bad racial politics aside, it’s something they’ll keep doing - and Marvel too, to a lesser extent - because the long-running Big Two comics can never have real endings: eventually another writer comes along and erase or changes things, and the more things, until a title whose story and characters you loved has, Ship of Theseus style, become a completely different thing that is presented as being the same.

There is nothing wrong with this, really. It’s just not for me. If something happens I like knowing that that it's a fixed story beat - that it isn't going to be erased out of existence (even though it might get changed by time travel).

But the Legion is different. Set a thousand years after the events of the 'modern day' DC universe, the Legion has always had an opportunity to be freer than other titles. With a large and rotating cast of characters, death can be (relatively) permanent without ruining a branding opportunity: Superman can only be dead so long in a comic called Superman, but the Legion can always be the Legion regardless of who is on the roster: it's about the organization, not necessarily the individual members. Don't get me wrong it absolutely has main, core characters who don't usually go anywhere - but the potential for change is always there. Because it is set so very far in the future, it doesn't have to be terribly worried about day-to-day events in the past: Batman can live, die, become a three-headed close, and eat every member of S.T.A.R. Labs and it doesn't have much impact on martial arts alien a thousand years in the future.

But more than anything, the Legion can be wonderfully, happily weird. Its glorious aesthetic of mid-century futurism, its strange new worlds, its crazy-even-by-comics-standard costumes (especially in the 70s): the Legion is just a big bundle of lovable curiosity, and there's nothing else in comics quite like it.

It ran for decades, from the late fifties to the early 2000s, when DC started slaughtering all its weird little nooks and crannies, cancelled all its smaller titles for not producing mega-millions, and went to shit - its popped up again and again over the years, but never for very long. Its latest incarnation started last year and stopped in January - will it ever rise again?

Of course it will. Long live the Legion!

I need something to write about again: something to draw and draw me out of this horrific depressive funk of the last year or so. So why not write about something I love? I've never managed to read the Legion all the way through - there's kind of a lot of it - but I'm willing to try, if you're willing to suffer-through.

That's not the reason I brought you all here today, though:

Superboy considered it acceptable to leave the house in a yellow cable-knit v-neck and mauve trousers. Mauve. Trousers.

It’s April 1958, kids: Diefenbaker’s the PM, Khrushchev just became premiere, Castro’s attacking Havana, the Shah is getting a divorce, Alec Baldwin is entering the world, and we’re going to the future! Buckle. Up.

[1] Binder, O. Adventure Comics. Vol. 1 No. 247. New York: DC, April 1958.

#Riven Reads The Legion #Legion of Super Heroes #LSH #DC #DC Comics #comics #comic books #sci-fi #superboy #supergirl #cosmic boy #lightning lad #Saturn girl #clark Kent #Long Live The Legion!#Alec Baldwin #Castro #Khrushchev

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Ok, Max... I enjoy your knowledge of military history and trivia, so #21. And #25 because I’m curious.

21. You're put in charge of the National Shipbuilding Strategy for the Royal Canadian Navy and Canadian Coast Guard. What are your procurement priorities over the next three decades?

OK, first—sorry I took so long to answer this! I know you enjoy history and trivia—and that's good, because there's a fair bit to unpack here. Apologies for the jargon.

So. The National Shipbuilding Strategy. I hate it, thanks! Specifically the Canadian Surface Combatant (CSC)—it's pork barrel politics on the most massive scale to build large warships in Canadian yards at such an inflated price. I suppose there's an argument to be made for building them at home, but I don't buy it. Icebreakers and offshore patrol vessels yes, but multirole patrol frigates? Far cheaper in foreign yards. So we're going back in time a few years and install yours truly as the (fictional, fanciful) Czar of Canadian Shipbuilding.

Let's start with the basics. Why do we need a Navy and Coast Guard, and what do they need to get the job done right?

Canada is a capital-M Maritime Nation. We border three oceans and have the world's longest coastline. 90% of international trade in bulk travels by water—it's always been the cheapest, easiest way to move heavy goods (as Norman Friedman is fond of saying, it costs less to move a car from Yokohama to New York by sea than to move a similar car by rail from Detroit). Guess who exports some bulky products? Canada. Guess who relies on the regular delivery to ice-free ports of produce and finished goods to maintain a high standard of living? Almost everyone on earth at this point. I live on a boggy rock in the North Atlantic—without maritime trade, it's a starvation diet of cranberries and moose-meat for me and my family. That's why you need a Navy—to secure fair access to the global commons, and to regulate and enforce the sustainable harvest of marine resources, for Canada and the world. You can raise, train and equip an army in under a year from scratch if you need to, but you can't wish a navy into existence out of thin air—modern warships can take ten years or more to build, and they are expensive. So let's talk fleet architecture and procurement strategies.

Icebreakers! We need them urgently, in all sizes but especially a Heavy Icebreaker. The proposed CCGS John G. Diefenbaker should have been a priority for domestic shipbuilding—it was intended to replace the Louis S St.-Laurent, which launched in 1966 and should've retired two decades ago. This need will only become more pressing as a warming Arctic makes the Northwest Passage a more viable route for international shipping.

Forget building the CSC at home—order frigates from European yards, or plan on piggybacking the USN's FFG(X) project. I'd probably take a dozen or so British-built Type 26s.

I've seen the Harry DeWolf-class Arctic / Offshore Patrol Vessel (AOPV) derided as a 'slushbreaker' but she's not bad. Would I like a thicker hull? Sure, but the additional costs aren't worth it, not for her RCN job description—I'd rather prioritize icebreaker capability in CCGS vessels. She's already pricey for an OPV, but it leaves Irving Shipyards something to chew on (I'm not completely unswayed by political arguments for domestic construction).

Joint Support Ships. Because Vancouver's Seaspan yard needs some love too, and because underway support and logistics is sexy.

Finally, Submarines! Our aging Victoria-class boats ought to be replaced, ideally by nuclear-powered subs capable of under-ice operations. Now that n-word's a hard sell, and not just to the Canadian public—the idea's been floated in the past, but nobody's especially keen on exporting their SSNs (and we can't build them here). So we'll likely have to settle for diesel boats—6 at a minimum to ensure operational availability, since you can expect 2 out of 3 vessels to be in maintenance or refit at any given time. I like SSKs but recent advances in Air-Independent Propulsion (AIP) notwithstanding, they can't do sustained polar ops, which is where a lot of... interesting stuff happens underwater (Russia knows the contours of our Arctic shelf far better than we do, for instance. And what was that mysterious Ping in the Hecla and Fury Strait?) So what do we need subs for? Well, partly I just think they're neat. No navy is complete without a subsurface component. They're deadly in war but what they really excel at in peacetime is surveillance. When Spanish trawlers were violating our Exclusive Economic Zone (EEZ) during the 'Turbot Wars', it was our Oberon-class boats (along with CCGS vessels) that played a key role in collecting the evidence needed to chase them down in international courts. Additionally, operating submarines means we're part of the international waterspace management system through which foreign navies are obligated to inform us of submarines operating in or near our waters, which is also nice to know.

Phew! That was an earful, I hope I didn't put you to sleep. I could go on but I probably shouldn't.

25. If you could instantly master any language, which would it be and why?

Mandarin. I love the history and culture and literature of China. I have a few friends in Taiwan that I chat with from time to time. Someday I’d love to visit. I’m also fascinated by China’s naval development and would like to be able to read military publications in Chinese.

#internet sleepover journaling party #i had kind of an executive malfunction where i just could not answer any asks until i answered this one #so i've got a bit of a backlog to work through

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doctorbeverlycrusher · 4 years

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For the asks: 2 and 3 😊

Thank you for the asks ❤️

2 - Top 5 overrated shows

It really takes a lot for me to dislike a show or something, but here’s some that I’ve never quite seemed to enjoy as much as the masses. I’ve enjoyed these at parts, but I was never as invested in them as most people.

The Walking Dead

Riverdale

Danny Phantom

Supernatural

Hey Arnold

3 - Top 5 underrated shows

I’m going to give a little description with these ones but here are some shows I really enjoy(ed) that I don’t see talked about enough

Providence - Sydney Hansen, played by Melina Kanakaredes (who was later on CSI:NY), goes home to Providence, Rhode Island, after the death of her mother, and ends up staying to be with her family. It’s this wonderful slice of life drama that I ended up finding by accident when my sister turned on the W Network one morning to find a rerun of it. The show has a really unique thing where the cold open to every episode starts with Sydney in some sort of dream sequence involving her mother.

Corner Gas - A sitcom set in the small town of Dog River, Saskatchewan and focuses on some of the residents. There’s Brent, the owner of the titular Corner Gas gas station which is inherited from his cranky father Oscar. His mother Emma is rather sharp witted and can hold her own against Oscar but the two really do love each other. The other major characters include Brent’s dimwitted best friend Hank, his extremely sarcastic and smart co-worker Wanda, city girl Lacey who moved from Toronto to run her deceased aunt’s coffee shop, and the only two cops in town, Davis and Karen. The show was popular in Canada when it aired, but I think it can appeal to non-Canadians as well, especially if you like quirky humour.

Human Target - Loosely based on a DC comic book character, Human Target followed Christopher Chance, a former assassin who went rogue and basically became a security specialist/mercenary for hire for people in need. He’s aided in this by Winston, a former police inspector and Guerrero, another assassin who had the same employer as Chance. In season 2, he gains a rich widowed benefactor Ilsa Pucci. At the time I watched this show, I was obsessed with the police procedurals. This show had that feel, but with a whole spy/assassin/action element that I really enjoyed and I wish it had lasted longer.

Due South - RCMP officer Benton Fraser in all his stereotypical polite non-threatening Canadian man glory heads to Chicago to investigate the murder of his father. His investigation leads to him gaining a position at the Canadian consulate where he works along Chicago PD cop Ray Vecchio. Season 3 replaces Vecchio with Ray Kowalski. There is a very divisive line in the fandom over which Ray is better and/or which Ray you ship with Fraser. Also, Fraser has a deaf, lip-reading, pure white half-wolf named Diefenbaker who is the definition of a good doggo. There is a thriving fandom for this show, but I think it would really appeal to younger people in fandom if they watched it as well.

Stickin’ Around - Most Canadian kids around my age would would remember this animated show from YTV. The show revolves around Stacy Stickler, her best friend Bradley and a group of other kids. The show is drawn in a stick person style and looks like a stereotypical children’s drawing. The show is extremely hard to find which is one of the reasons why I think it holds such a nostalgia factor for me. Anyway, if you ever find it, watch some of it. It’s ridiculous and absurd, but entertaining.

#asks

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