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EDGE OF OBLIVION
by helloliriels | a final '12 Days of Johnlock' concept manip
Sherlock is an arrogant theorist, unused to battle. John is a wounded hero, unused to losing his ... Together, they form an unlikely alliance.
And while Sherlock knows sentiment to be a chemical defect, only found on the losing side ... he also knows now ... what it means to lose everything.
The final problem? How to end this war ... with the Angel of Verdune still at his side, and his humanity intact!
☄️Edge of Tomorrow AU concept | I guess it's Christmas in July?😎 (ideas living rent-free in my head) (and i'm making it everyone else's problem)
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Wilbur Wright pushed a lever the wrong way and crashed the Flyer III during test flights on May 14, 1908. 
Record Group 27: Records of the Weather Bureau
Series: Records Relating to Aviation Experiments Conducted by Orville and Wilbur Wright at Kitty Hawk, N.C.
Transcription: 
The World, New York.
The Sun, Baltimore.
The Post, Washington.
The Landmark, Norfolk.
After the greatest of [corrected from “od”] all air ship flights this afternoon the machine of [“Wr” crossed out] Wilbur and Orville Wright was smashed into an unrecognizable [“heap” crossed out] mass. The navigator of the machine, Wilbur Wright, escaped from the accident practically unhurt, [“xThax” crossed out] having received nothing more than a mere scratch on his face [“as a result of the accident” crossed out]. The [“mexbyne” crossed out] machine had already flown eight miles in seven [“second” crossed out] s minutes and [“seven” crossed out] forty seconds under beautiful control. The wrecking of [“the machine” crossed out] it was due to an error on the part of the navigator. Proceeding [“slights” crossed out] slightly in a downward course, it was the [“Wilbur” crossed out] designed by the navigator to elevate its course, but instead of working the lever to accomplish that result, he worked it as to direct the course of the machine still further downward. Responding instantly to the influence of the lever the machine shot downward and to [“th” crossed out] the ground with great rapidity. As strongly as it was put together it [“could not” crossed out] was crushed like an egg shell. Wilbur Wright’s luck which has [“stt” crossed out] stood by him ever since he has commenced his ascents in the air [“stood by him” crossed out] was still with. 
The machine was wrecked behind a sand hill two miles from the point [“at which” crossed out] from which it was started. [“Leaving” crossed out] Rising from [“the hous” crossed out] a point near the house in which it is stored, the machine flew away with twice the speed of a bird. Its course was directed north along [“th” crossed out] the beach for a mile and a half when it was [“then” crossed out] turned to the [page torn]
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and which was working to their satisfaction, was hard to manipulate instantaneously, without considerable practice . The Wrights had not had time to practice its manipulation to perfection.
The flight of the machine was [word truly is inked out] a  marvelous one, [breaking all is inked out] far out distancing other successful ones that have been recently made at Kill Devil Hill. The machine [inked out had] flew upward of eight miles in seven minutes and forty seconds. Making the ascent from a point near the house in which it is sheltered, one mile from the Kill Devil Hill Life Saving Station, it was steered in a northerly direction, parallel with the coast for a mile and a half. It was then directed westward, over a [inked out "sand hill fifty feet"] small sand hill and between two larger. Then completely circling another sand hill, the course of the machine was turned towards the starting point. Arriving there like a giant bird on a mission requiring great haste, and under the perfect control of the navigator, the machine sped on, the navigator having determined to again fly over the four mile course which had been just completed. The course was pursued with the same great speed until exactly half of it had been flown. Then the fatal mistake was made. Barring the accident, the flight was [words truly a are marked out] magnificent [the word one is inked out] .
Previous to this flight an other of perhaps equal importance though shorter was flown. This consisted in the complete circling a big sand hill 150 feet tall for a distance of two miles, both Orville Wright and a mechanic assistant, being seated in the machine. The machine on this circuit came back to its starting point and beyond it for a quarter of a mile.
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[penciled and underlined the number "3"]
The Wrights state that they will immediately pack up the wreckage of their machine and ship it back to their home in Dayton, Ohio "[several sentences are inked out and illegible]"
Orville Wright had intended leaving here Monday to prepare for a trip to Europe, having engagements there with representatives of foreign Governments who have [2 words inked out] been attracted by the possibilities of their machine.
Not since the Wrights have been here did their machine appear so complete an instrument as it did today, due no doubt to its wonderful performance in the hands of its makers who were daily displaying more skill in [inked in "operating  it] The fatal mistake was the result of [inked in importance [?]] with the operation of the new steering gear which the brothers had perfected and installed on the machine. Its working was very satisfactory, but required practice [inked in "for instantaneous manipulation[?]]
Another extraordinary flight [comparatively a short one is inked in] was made by the machine today [although is inked out] "[the words "although a comparatively a short one are inked out]" It was the complete circling of a sand mountain for a distance of two miles, '[inked out "Orville Wri"]"both Orville Wright and Furnass a mechanic occupying seats in the machine. The remarkable part about this flight was the fact that the machine was on a constant curve. It sailed the distance in two minutes and a half. It returned to its starting point and continued its flight for a quarter of
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[penciled in and underlined the number 4]                       [penciled in the number 20
a mile beyond. "[two inked out illegible words]" Owing to the refusal of the Wrights to [2 illegible words are inked out] operate their machine when [3 words inked out "witnessed by strangers"] they were possessed of the knowledge that others besides themselves and the life-savers at the Kill Devil Hill Station [3 illegible penciled in words] and the isolation of their location, but few have seen the machine fly. Those who witnessed the flights today and many of the previous, besides [penciled in words "[The Wrights and Life-saving?]"the following newspaper Correspondents: Newton, of the New York Herald; Hoster, of the New York American Macgowan, of the [inked out 2 words] London Daily Mail and Salley.
[the word Salley is inked out]
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performing-personhood · 3 months
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This is technically stolen from a t-shirt company ad but jesus christ its great fucking advice actually
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thelaithlyworm · 4 months
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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: 盗墓笔记重启 | The Lost Tomb Reboot (TV), 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: A Tou/Bai Haotian, Bai Haotian & Wu Xie, Wang Pangzi & Wu Xie & Zhang Qiling Characters: Bai Haotian, A Tou (DMBJ Series), Wu Xie, Wang Pangzi, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Liang Yanyan, Liu Sang (DMBJ Series) Additional Tags: Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Canon-Typical Gore, Fluff, canon-typical nudity Summary:
Bai Haotian cannot believe she landed a date with A-Tou.
Xiao-Bai's only a Warehouse 11 middle management type, and A-Tou is so strong, and pretty, and brave, and tall...
(If only the date would... happen?)
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫...
thank you for requesting for my valentine's day event, @conretewings!! i hope i got this right. i absolutely loved your request, i'm crying omg. as promised an approximate 1k fic
warnings: uhh its angsty, it's fluffy, its smutty, female reader, you don't get the end you want people, hints at marriage, there's a handjob, vander has a drawl (lmk if you like that part), unresolved ending. not beta read.
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It’s been awhile since you’ve seen him like this..
Vander’s standing in front of your record player, humming along to some of the older records you’d found when you’d spent the day out with im. He’s swaying his lips back and forth, a small smile on his face even as he murmurs a wrong lyric or two. He’s long since shed his jacket and you can’t help stare at him from where he’s poised in the low light.
“Hope yer not lettin’ the food burn,” he flashes you a grin and you turn your attention to pots and pans in front of you.
“If it were you handling our risotto then I would be.” you jest, heart filling the crevices of your chest when Vander harumphs and abandons the sounds of Dean Martin in favor of wrapping his arms around you.
It’s a wonderful feeling to be wrapped in his arms, swaying to old jazz and smooth voices while his drips down your spine and wandering fingers slide underneath your shirt to rub just beneath your breast. You sigh and lean your head back as you watch tomato sauce part for your spoon and leave a temporary path of metal before it smooths over and begins to bubble again. It’s enough to make your stomach rumble against your lover’s palm and he laughs, a deep rasping sound that makes your spine mould back against the dips of his chest.
“I need to plate this,” you hum when he makes no move of releasing you from his hold.
His teeth nip up and up the skin of your neck and warmth bubbles in the height of your chest. The sigh that leaves you feels involuntary and his fingers draw over the soft point of your nipple and you whimper, pushing your chest into his palm as he nips your ear.
“Ya’ve been distracted,” he licks the shell of your ear and you shudder, feeling his thumbs dip to the waistband of your jeans and you tense.
He leans back from your neck to look down at you and there’s a visible frown on his face, his thumbs find the dips of your pelvis and you scramble to turn the stove off only for him to place his hand on the underside of your jaw immediately after. He guides your eyes up to look at him and your eyes fall to the scuff framing his lips that you love so much.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?”
Who knows that better than you? The person that his children ask about, the lover he’s been present and reliable to for much longer than you thought he would, and the one he’ll never let fall asleep before he’s heard you tell him that you love him. The velvet box in your pocket is evidence of how much you love him, how much you need him and want him to stay. His middle finger is near brushing the damned thing and you feel your heart spill over with the thought of that ring adorning his finger and all the love that comes after it.
Your hands pull his from your jeans so that you can kiss his knuckles and your smile offers him little comfort when your eyes seem to droop.
“Just tired…” you hum, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek
“Tired?”
“Not too tired for you though,” you whisper as the zipper to his pants slides open, almost as easily as he lets your fingers dip and cup the bulge once straining his waistband.
His fingers circle around your waist and you tilt your hips only to hide the slender box in your front pocket, too lucky that he’s focused on your face rather than getting your pants off yet another reason you love the man in front of you.
“If somethin’s botherin’ you, ya’d tell me, right?” he stills your moving hand by tugging it half out of his pants almost along with his member, but he doesn’t flinch nor do his eyes flicker away from yours while he waits for you. He brings your other hand from his hip so he can kiss your palm and warmth pricks at the back of your eyes. Surely he deserves the world.
You nod, bringing him down so you can kiss him slow. If only to burn the memory of his warm lips against yours, you kiss him and you curl your fingers into the lows of his hair if only to get him panting into your mouth. You know how to make him fold and hazy in the best of ways, to get him to drop a conversation entirely even if it doesn’t work one hundred percent of the time, but tonight it does.
He takes your answer reluctantly, kissing you once, twice and then a third time before you take over and have him spilling thick ropes into the palm of your hand and onto the floor below. He tells you to go wash up so you can eat with him and he’ll spend the evening smiling at you while you poke around your plate shyly. You’ll spend the evening watching tv where you’ll undoubtedly fall asleep on his chest and he’ll play with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck wondering what’s keeping you from being the brightest you usually are around him. He falls asleep hoping you’ll let him in.
That little velvet box sits in the dark underneath your bathroom sink.
You love him, you do. He’s all the stars and the sun to your moon, but you’re not sure if you could ever be his, too.
What Could've Been: A Valentine's Day Event
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studyinginthestorm · 2 years
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I didn't fail, I just found 10 000 ways to do it wrong.
~Thomas A. Edison
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distantsonata · 1 year
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ljfoxie · 2 years
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If at first you don’t succeed...
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dinosaurcharcuterie · 1 month
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Installed 50+ snaps this weekend. The pattern only called for 40 (well, it called for even less, but that was a weird counting error) but the placement was way, way off and about 8 refused to take. No that wasn't fun with just snap pliers. Even less fun when I had to break out the snap removal tool, which Does Not Work in pliers designed to be operated by hand.
My hand hurts, my wrist hurts, my wife's wrist and hand hurts from taking pity on me and helping.
Would a snap press be more useful in this case? Would I have space for one if it was? Do I want to spend 80 bucks to find out? Why is there only a setting tool and no removal tool if you get a press? Why does this come with 500 snaps for 5 bucks more when 30 snaps are 4 bucks?
Maybe I'll just go extend some pockets on my jogging pants...
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frstndlstlns · 10 months
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Trent’s Last Case
Between what matters and what seems to matter, how should the world we know judge wisely?
And you shall pay for the dinner.
— E. C. Bentley
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yu-gi-oh? more like yu-gi-no.
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fyodcrs · 23 days
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Ranpo: Hey, Bram, can you have one of your vampires impale Dostoevsky?
Bram: ...Again?
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purplink8 · 4 months
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Can I be real for a second? I don't think L giving a foot massage to Light was very in-character of him. Like manga!L would've totally scoffed at how pathetic anime!L appeared when he did that.
I like the rain scene bc it's really pretty (also Light MOANS bc of L? *sighs* yeah i ship lawlight) but I'm always so ?? at anime!L's behavior? The anime made L way too melancholic and y'know self-deprecating kinda guy. In contrast, manga!L (whom I love to death) is so so confident in doing what he's doing and has the time of his life during the Kira case as he's intellectually challenged (by Light) as he figures out the case little by little.
I don't get where the anime creators got the idea that L is a very sad character who cares about justice so much so that he's actually Justice itself? Manga!L enjoys solving cases. I'm not saying that L doesn't care about justice at all- just that he cares more about winning.
So, the anime creators looked at a character who cares about winning (& his own ego) than everything else and decided to... make him give a foot massage to his nemesis (surprise surprise bible symbolism featuring L as Jesus *🤮* coming up) apparently due to accepting Light's (boy's first debut as Judas) 'betrayal' how can there be betrayal when there was no trust between them in the first place and saying "It is the least I can do to atone for my sins"...
The only way I could've made a little sense of this is if L was mocking Kira with that line but the anime just had to go above & beyond to make it (L's actions) seem too genuine for that to be true. which is. so. FRUSTRATING
Manga!L wouldn't have done anything like that. Not even ironically (he'd have thought it to be below him for pretending to be accepting his defeat mockingly to Kira). Even Manga!L's not enough of a bastard to try to compare himself with Jesus (and just after knowing (god knows how) that he's going to die)- like that's too stupid omg: even for a mockery.
Does he actually think that Light would pick up on the (him as Jesus) symbolism and be like 'oh no! L is too noble like Jesus to die by my betrayal i'm such a bad judas how come i NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE'... and decide to spare L's life? Or embrace his inner Judas like the bad bitch he is and finish L for that godawful mockery of Jesus?
Whenever I think about Anime!Light's in-character reaction I crack up as it would be smth like 'wow this guy who graduated summa cum laude from torture university is pretending to be Jesus? lol what a real piece of work. would've expected better from you L: so pathetic lmao i hope rem kills you soon i'm so done with you rn- rip 💀'
Manga!L (if he knew he were going to die (don't know how that's possible in the anime; still we're talking about how the anime creators seem to see L as Jesus so ~anything is possible~) that is) would never go 'guess i'll die' accept his defeat offering a foot massage to his enemy and inwardly throw a pity party being all "… It'll be lonely, won't it?" GIRL you were the one going on & about how you'd EXECUTE Kira once you catch him on live tv (also saying that you'd bring Kira's head to the task force) I REALLY doubt you'd feel lonely if either one of you were to die- that (killing each other) was the point!!
Manga!L is a selfish character: he values his victory above all else so the anime making him accept defeat that easily + gracefully doesn't sit well with me.
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God Bless Our Native Land
Okay, so this may just be news to me a proud Scot and staunch anti-monarchist who's made a point of never actually knowing the words to the British national anthem, but it's just come to my attention that Hickey's actually singing quite a specific version of it.
The lyrics heard within the show are credited to William Edward Hickson, a British educational writer, and they first appear in his book The Singing Master, published in 1836.
This is very interesting to me for two reasons.
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Firstly, while Hickson's lyrics do still have a strong religiosity to them, they are also far less stridently imperialistic and sycophantic in their praise of the divinely-appointed monarch. In fact, they don't make specific mention of a monarch at all. Compare a verse of the more popular, traditional version of the national anthem:
O Lord our God, arise, Scatter her enemies, And make them fall, Confound their politics; Frustrate their knavish tricks; On Thee our hopes we fix; God save us all.
To a verse from Hickson's:
Not on this land alone But be God's mercies known From shore to shore. Lord, make the nations see That men should brothers be, And from one family The wide world o'er.
It makes perfect sense to me that Hickey would espouse one version over the other. Not only would he likely have been in the formative years of his youth/young adulthood when first exposed to Hickson's lyrics, given what we know about Hickey's politics it follows perfectly that he might identify far more with those less imperialistic, less monarchical words.
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Secondly, it's very important to me and a tiny bit funny to discover the specific point at which Hickey's rendition in the show is cut off by Tuunbaq's impending arrival. Hickson's lyrics continue:
God bless our native land, May heaven's protecting hand Still guard our shore; May peace her power extend Foe be transformed to friend
And suffice it to say, a foe being transformed into a friend is certainly not what happens next!
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mgs1 going great so far (can't even get onto the first elevator 😔)
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