#talky toby

[fawninthewinter]

Friendly reminder you can actually in fact care about two ongoing invasions and genocides at the same time. You don't have to downplay one travesty and set of inhuman injustices to the other and you certainly don't need to compare a full scale genocidal invasion to things that don't even compare like the queen's death. Seriously now.

I just recently saw an infuriating post while scrolling through my Twitter feed about Ukraine and I had been wanting to say something for a couple days now.

#talky toby #current events #'when ukraine was invaded that got so kuch attention' #'imagine if russia was doing this to ukraine' #bruh #I urge you to take a step back and listen to the words coming out of your mouth amd being typed on your social media post right now

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

It was the anniversary of Undertale yesterday, right?? Omggg, happy anniversary to Undertale, y'all! Was part of my childhood, next to FNAF. Loved Undertale! And I'm very traumatized from the fandom. Thanks, fandom!

#undertale #toby fox #sam's talky talks

[forestryfae]

AND WALTER DIDNT EVEN. he asked all his other teammates FIRST. e didnt even ask florence until he was out of options!! he tried asking happy and toby and sly first and all of them were busy so he didnt have anyne else to go with and he just didnt wanna go alone plus im p sure the ticket was expensive. and then there happens to be someone they all know who likes science and would probably love to go to the lecture so he asked florence. at no point did it seem romantic it felt like two friends going to a lecture?? walter being friendly with someone his first impression of is "i dont like her" is a GOOD thing. walter trying to make friends outside of work (even if they did work together once or twice) is a GOOD thing also florence bing dressed up is a shit argument for why its a date? even if she did have other clean clothes, which she said she didnt, was she just not supposed to dress up for a night out at a fancy lecture?

#cbs scorpion #i have Opininons and frankly seeing other people agree that walter did nothing wrong is just. idk it scratches my brain good #even if he could have gone about it a different way despite this being paiges fault to begin with w the whole white lie stuff #like. he did NOT deserve that. especially not from sly and happy and toby. paige i can understand a little but not the rest of them #also. shouldnt paige be uncomfy with happy and walter being alone together too by that logic? they were married?? for the visa yes but stil #talkies #idk this might just be me but i feel like a barely damp dream ur SO has about ur coworker when his brain is bleeding to death #cus he fell down the stairs and his his head on concrete. doesnt really count as cheating or a crush. that might be just me though

[sroloc--elbisivni]

Hey do you think it’s possible to cross Transformers with Toby Daye or are they just not compatible?

ooooh man. in what sense? i think a fusion would be FASCINATING, in either direction--i do love playing around in Toby Daye's mythology; both canons also feature lots of options for intricate politics and you could have a lot of fun hashing out frametype or personality to fae type correspondence. both of them also feature either advanced tech or advanced magic that could really inform a lot of integrated worldbuilding details, and translating the one to the other in either direction could be fun.

Of the top of my head on the TF->TD pipeline I could very easily see the Autobots and Decepticons as two warring kingdoms--the common overarching narrative of exile from Cybertron also translates fantastically well to the fae's leaving the deeper realms. TD->TF might involve Titania and Mab as the forerunners of the Decepticons and Autobots, whichever suits your fancy. I think it's possible but nothing's jumping out at me except Wheeljack as Coblynau.

if it's a 'two canons meeting each other' i will, jokingly, say that 'not compatible' is quitters talk--though i think the potential there lies less in the commonality of the themes that suit a fusion and more in how both worlds are being presented with more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in their philosophy. would be REAL interesting to break down if the cybertronians being aliens makes them less toxic or more toxic to fae than cold iron. If the Cybertronians have been sleeping on earth, are they somewhere in the collective memory of Faerie, who know well the myths of sleeping kings? If they've descended from the sky, do the Air fae have opinions on these things? How do they come to understand Fae magic--do glamours and sunrise affect them in the same way? What do the Fae, who we know use transformation as punishment, think of these creatures who move back and forth by their very natures?

They don't obviously fit together, but I think the fun of Transformers for me has always been in how mythic it's capable of being. the puzzle is in making it work.

#toby daye #talky talk #becauseforoncethisisme #is this transformers

[racefortheironthrone]

Why has the American comics industry been so adverse to unionization? I've been reading through the Comics Broke Me hashtag on Twitter and I've realized how difficult it's been to even get meager compensation for work that provides the backbone for billion dollar smash hits.

I would highly recommend Abraham Josephine Riesman's biography of Stan Lee, True Believer, both as an excellent portrait of the man himself and how his industry changed across the decades. (Bell and Vassallo's Secret History of Marvel is also quite good on the early history of the company.)

When the comics industry emerged out of the pulp and magazine industry in the 30s, it was not the "backbone for billion dollar smash hits" that it is today - it was a low-rent, fly-by-night industry that was associated with pornography and organized crime. Notably, it was also an low-cost industry that sold a very cheap product (the original 10-cent comic was about $1.80 in today's money) to children. More on this in a bit.

Even when it suddenly experienced a sudden increase in popularity with Action Comics #1, everyone in the industry thought that it was a passing fad that would be temporary - and so there was less resistance to the work-for-hire system that bosses like Martin Goodman used to keep their costs down. Not no resistance - as Riesman notes, Jack Kirby and Joe Simon got pissed when Goodman started stiffing them on the profit-sharing from Captain America, so they started moonlighting at D.C, Stan Lee found out and snitched on them to his cousin-in-law/boss, and that led to them getting fired - but less.

However, there was another reason why it was hard to start a union in the comics industry, which is that a lot of comics creators were vaguely ashamed or embarrasse to be associated with it. Even before Wertham and the moral panic of the 1950s, comics were (as I've noted above) seen as a bit scuzzy, a form of disposable crass commercial entertainment aimed at an undiscerning audience of children, and certainly not respectable Real Art. While they were trying for their big break into the more prestigious worlds of fine art or literary fiction, writers and artists viewed their work in the comics industry as a day job that was best kept a bit under wraps - hence why Stanley Lieber only used the nom-de-plume Stan Lee for the comics, because he wanted to keep his then-real name for the career in novel-writing that he wanted to have.

Moreover, there was a particular ethnic angle to this distancing. As I've written a bit about before, there was a tendency among Jewish creators of this generation to keep Judaism subtextual and to change their names to keep their own Judaism subtextual - hence Stanley Lieber taking on a more gentile-sounding name, hence even a proud and pugnacious Jewish man like Jacob Kurtzberg choosing to go by Jack Kirby. Partly, this was done as a means of achieving economic opportunity in a society that wasn't exactly welcoming to creators with Jewish surnames. (Hence the line in the West Wing about Toby Ziegler going by Toby Ritchie when he worked as a telemarketer.) This is another reason why these Jewish creators were working in comics in the first place, because the "Mad Men" who ran the advertizing industry wouldn't hire them.

But partly it was done to avoid becoming a shanda fur die goyim - a Yiddish expression that means "a shame in front of the gentiles" - by associating the Jewish community with a (heavily Jewish) industry that was viewed as little more elevated than the schmatta trade in comparison to the prestigious world of art and literature. It's an old story - literally, it's the plot of The Jazz Singer, the first talkie about a Jewish entertainer (in blackface, unfortunately) and his conflict and eventual reconciliation with his more traditional family.

After comics went through its first big boom in WWII and then survived the crash in the 50s and saw the second big boom in the 60s, a lot of creators realized that the handshake work-for-hire deals that they had started with had screwed them out of a lot of money. This started some very high profile long-running lawsuits, as first Siegel and Shuster and later Kirby and Ditko sought to get a portion of the rights to the characters they had created. (Some of these lawsuits settled only a few days ago, and some are still ongoing.)

As Riesman explains, the Copyright Act of 1976 created an opening for comics creators by requiring that there be a written agreement between a work-for-hire creator and their employer establishing the transfer of copyright. This created an existential crisis for the Big Two comics companies, and the new Marvel Editor-in-Chief Jim Shooter immediately tried to get his creators to sign one-page contracts transferring their rights. Hotshot artist Neal Adams urged creators to not sign the contract and invited them to a meeting at his place to discuss forming a union. Shooter retaliated by threatening to black ball anyone who joined Adams' organization - and this blatant violation of U.S labor law cowed comics creators into signing the contracts and signing away their rights and the drive to unionize comics died the same way a lot of union drives die.

Things have gotten a bit better in recent decades - the 90s comics boom and the departure of the Image guys improved the situation for creators' rights somewhat due to competitive pressure, but there are still significant problems when it comes to comics creators' access to health care, pensions, and other benefits. There have been some recent union wins - the Comic Book Workers United organized Image Comics - but these tend to be unions of staff workers rather than creators. There is the Cartoonists' Co-op, which is looking to move in the direction of acting like a union but is a very nascent organization that's a long way away from that yet. And it remains galling that the most that creators see from the billions made by Disney and Warner Brothers Discovery are $5,000 checks dispensed to keep them quiet.

It's not going to get better until writers and artists unionize.

#comics #comics meta #stan lee #jack kirby #jim shooter #labor history #trade unions #jewish history #subtextual judaism #cultural history #marvel #marvel meta #dc #dc meta

[yelenasdiary]

13 with florence pugh please

Summer Getaway

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader 

Summary: You invited Florence to come along to a week away at your family’s cabin.

| Fluff | 1.01K | No Warnings | Florence & Reader are 18. 

Prompt: "l’ll say we'll take the boat out. Just you and me." From THIS list. 

AC: Ignore the fact this gif doesn't really go with the story.

Every Summer your family would spend a week away at a cabin that has been passed down from your grandfather to your father who has said when he passes, you and your younger brother, Alex, would have the cabin to share. 

The cabin was located near a large lake, surrounded by tall green trees, wildlife calling throughout the night and a clear view of the night sky. It was tucked away well enough for privacy, not needing to worry about any ‘neighbours’ making complains about loud noises if you were to throw a party. 

Florence tagged along every now and then if she was free. Florence is one of your closest friends. You guys have known each since your first day of school, so it was never a surprise to your parents when you’d come home and announce that Florence was coming along for the week getaway. 

Little did your family know that Florence and you had recently admitted you both had feelings for each other and wanted to take things slow and private. 

“I really want to spend the day with you, just us” Florence’s morning voice made you smile. Being friends for so long neither of you care to share the bed together but now it was different, it was exciting. 

“We can do that” you replied with a smile. 

“Away from your brother?” 

“And my parents” you added, brush a lock of hair out of her face. “How do you plan on making that happen? I love your family, I do but – “

“I know” you chuckled, “super in our faces this year” you add. 

“Only because we’re about to go to college and what not” 

You playfully rolled your eyes remembering how much your mother has been on your back about packing the things you truly needed. 

“I wish my parents were as chill as yours” you chuckled. 

“They are, it’s just that Toby has already done college so they kind of let all that stress and worry out on him and you’re the eldest so they’re going to stress” 

“I guess but it’s still frustrating! Mum won’t stop nagging me about packing, we still have all summer before we go so, I don’t see the harm in waiting until the last week of summer to pack”

“Let’s just enjoy the summer while we can before we’re slammed with exams and assignments again” Florence said before giving you a soft kiss. “Now, how do you plan to get us some time to ourselves?” Florence asked. 

“We’ll have breakfast and if dad asks what we want to do today, I’ll say we’ll take the boat out. Just you and me” 

“Will take work? I know how your dad gets about boat” Florence chuckled. 

“Yeah, it should be fine. It needs a run anyway, plus Alex is probably going to want to get his motorbike out so dad will help him with that” 

“Girls! Breakfast is ready!” your mother called from downstairs before Florence could reply.

After a big breakfast of eggs, toast, mushrooms, tomatoes, sausages, and sides of pancakes and of course, beans for those who enjoyed them, your father agreed you could take the boat out for a few hours as long as you took a walkie talkie in case of any emergency. 

Florence was the first to shower and get dressed, wearing a peach-coloured playsuit, her hair in a messy bun and layers of gold jewellery, topped with her iconic sunglasses. “Are you ready?” she smiled with excitement as you returned downstairs after having a shower. 

“I’m just going to grab a few sandwiches and some bottled water then we can go” you smiled as you walked into the kitchen. Your mother was always on top of things, after she’d have breakfast, she’d make up salads or sandwiches and put them in the fridge for lunch, saving time making them later.

“She’s all ready to go kid!” Your dad wore a proud smile after getting the small boat ready. 

“Thank you, dad! I’ll be careful and if anything happens, I have the walkie talkie” you assured him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “She’s got fuel and some back up under that blanket if you need. Don’t do anything stupid, okay?” 

“I promise” you smiled once more before making your way over to the boat. Your dad untied it from the wooden post and gave you a light push further into the lake as you got the engine to start. Your dad being the protective father he is, waved you both off until you were out of sight. Florence giggled before leaning over to kiss you properly now that you were both along. 

“I know a place we can chill unless you’d rather just float in the middle of the lake” you smiled after she pulled away. “I don’t mind what we do”.

You drove the boat a little further away from any signs of life before letting the boat just float above the water. Florence stripped from her playsuit, showing her light blue bikini underneath. “Are you coming?” she asked, throwing her playsuit on top of the blanket that covered the fuel from the hot sun. “Let me just put the anchor out” you smiled, flicking the switch that automatically released the medium sized anchor. 

Florence jumped into the warm water as you stripped into your own bathing suit before joining her. She swam close to you, wrapping her arms around the back of your neck as you placed your hands on her hips. Both of you kicking your legs to keep you both afloat. 

“I don’t say it enough but you’re so beautiful” Florence said softly, looking to your eyes through her sunglasses. “You don’t need too; you already show me” you gave her a soft smile. “I’m going to miss you so much when we go to college” she sighed with a little frown. “Don’t think about college right now, just enjoy the summer with me” you replied before kissing her once again, “right now, it’s just us” you whispered against her lips. 

Taglist: @red1culous | @bentleywolf29 | @natasha-belova | @jeyramarie | 

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction

[bad268]

Camping (Swagger Souls X Reader)

Fandom: RPF

Requested: Day 28 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: None used

W.C. 420

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2022 Materlist

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I don't know why, but someone decided we should go camping. We were paired off, and in normal Misfits fashion, we did something stupid in these groups. There were the New Zealanders, the Americans, and the idiots. Fitz and Tobi were paired as the New Zealanders, Matt and Swagger were the Americans, and Mason and I were the idiots. Don’t ask why.

We were told to buy a car that we would drive around Tasmania. Instead of actually putting in the effort to get a car, Mason and I called up our friend Cris and told him to surprise us. It wasn’t until everyone was showing off their cars (Mason and I showed up with beers) that we finally found out what car we got.

“Cris, can bring our car?” Mason said in a weird voice into the walkie-talkie. Soon after that, a pink Cadillac limo pulls into the lot. He goes to high-five me, shouting, “Let’s go! We’re living lush!”

Next thing we knew, we had all made it to Tasmania, minus Sunny. We were at Walmart getting tents and other stuff to prepare for camping.

“I’m staying with Swagger,” I called out as soon as we exited the cars. “Well, where else were you gonna stay?” Swagger asked rhetorically. “It’s not like you’re gonna sleep with Mason.”

"Oh my fucking god! Shut the fuck up!"

With that, we all went into Walmart with our tent buddies and came up with a plan, Swagger was going to get a tent, and I was going to get an air mattress and blankets. Then, we would get snacks together.

Once we got to the campsite, everyone’s tents were set up, and everyone was higher than the stratosphere, we finally called it a night (after Mason nearly killed himself). I climbed into our tent as Swagger was finishing setting up the mattress. As I zipped the door closed, he fell onto the mattress with a laugh before beckoning me to join him. I rolled my eyes as I crawled onto the other side.

After a couple of moments of silence, Swagger broke the calmness,” Y’know, I’m sorry I dragged you into this. You don’t even like camping.”

“You don’t know that,” I pointed out. “We’ve never been camping, so I don’t even know if I like it. Honestly, not too bad so far.”

“You’re not just saying that because they’re our friends?” He asked, quietly.

“Nah, but I do think we should go camping just the two of us,” I whispered back.

~~~~~

© BAD268 2022. DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION.

#swaggersouls x reader #writing inktober 2022 #bad268 #swagger souls x reader #swaggersouls #misfits #thing268 #ship268

[elvriuh]

Ticci Toby pulling pranks on the Proxies || Head Cannons and Scenarios! || MY AU

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MASKY

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Masky hates pranks with a passion, especially when they’re on him.

He’ll lose his mind if someone pranks him, and he’ll swear to the gods that he’ll punch their lights out and maybe snap their neck, nothing harmless. Just a payback.

He’ll track down the prankster and storm into their room to start a rumble. Poor man.

He’s usually pretty smart though, since a lot of pastas, and sometimes even PROXIES- try to prank him (despite them being scared of him), but they usually flop. HEHEHHAHAHAHAAA.

Masky, hidden behind his white mask, let out a yawn that could wake the dead. He was so beat because of the mission; he could’ve snoozed standing up. He ambled into the Mansion, barely noticing anyone else, and made a beeline for his room.

Something was nagging at him… Did he forget something? Eh, it could wait.

Another yawn escaped him as he nudged the door open and stepped inside. But then, he froze. There was someone in his room, holding something light-grey…

Hold up, was that Toby?

And was that a bucke-

SPLASHHHHH!!!

Laughter filled the room.

Masky just stood there, wide awake now and fuming.

Toby had just given him an impromptu shower with a bucket.

Nice one, dude.

Masky looked down at his drenched clothes, then back up at Toby.

“YOU!! YOU PATHETIC /PROXY/!” Masky roared, lunging at Toby.

Well… Toby let out a scream that could shatter glass and Masky gave him a thrashing he wouldn’t forget anytime soon… maybe even broke a bone or two…

Jack was not amused.

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HOODY

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Not too bothered, as long as it doesn't mess with his goals.

He finds them entertaining and all, but not into pranks that cause actual harm. That's just not his style.

He might pull some pranks on them, BUT! They'd be more… you know, sly and maybe a little mind-bending? *evil laugh*

Yeah, he's cool with pranks, and truth be told, he's never been pranked himself, what with his sharp eye for details and all.

Hoody and Masky were out for a night walk in the woods.

It was pretty chill, to be honest. A break from the madness of the mansion, soaking in the sights… snapping a few pics here and there… It felt good, made him feel more alive.

And the best part? SUPER SILENT NATURE WALK!! YEAH!!

As he strolled alongside Masky, he felt something heavy in his pocket. Again. But he brushed it off, it had been like that for HOURS…? He was pretty sure he’d put something in there, but he couldn’t remember… too lazy to check anyway.

Hoody scanned the surroundings, Masky just picking up rocks and tossing them around…

One page missing.

Hoody nudged Masky, pointing at a tree with a missing page.

Masky squinted at where Hoody was pointing, then his mouth formed an ‘O’ behind his mask. He grumbled, dropped a rock from his hand and nodded.

Time to deal with the culprits… What a way to ruin a walk.

But before Masky could even split up-

“HEY LOSERS!!! Hehe.” A high-pitched voice echoed inside Hoody, startling both him and Masky.

Masky shot Hoody a look that screamed ‘What the heck, Hoody!?’

Hoody shrugged innocently at Masky. It wasn’t him!

Masky rolled his eyes. Weird… Hoody doesn’t sound like that, but whatever.

“What are you guys up to? Where are youuu.” The high-pitched voice came again and Masky shot Hoody another look.

Hoody just stared back.

…

Speaking of that random voice, it sounded like it came from his pocket-

Hoody reached into his pocket and pulled out an object.

Oh, a walkie-talkie.

Both Masky and Hoody stared at it.

“Oh, that was rogers…” Masky muttered. Before Hoody could even respond, Masky snatched it from his hand, threw it on the ground and started stomping on it.

The high-pitched voice distorted and glitched out.

Hoody just watched.

Masky grumbled. “Stupid thing.” He said, earning an amused snort from Hoody.

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KATE THE CHASER

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Absolutely loathes them!

Thinks they're just downright wicked, like, who's got the time to make someone cry for laughs?

Kate's the ultimate prank-avoider. If they ever came her way, she'd be devastated, like, what did she do to deserve this cosmic joke?

She won't go all superhero on the prankster, just... let it slide and sob dramatically in her room.

(Geez, poor Kate needs a hug and a comedy show ASAP!)

Toby was grinning like a Cheshire cat as he swapped pens with Kate… without her knowing, of course… She was out of the room, so it was the perfect opportunity.

He switched the pens, both looking identical. He pocketed the original one and sneaked out of her room.

FAST FORWARD TO KATE ENTERING HER ROOM, GRABBING HER PEN AND PAPER AND STUFFING THEM INTO HER POCKET!! AND THEN WALKING DOWN THE HALL

Kate was strolling down the hallway, watching Jeff yell at Ben about ‘cheating’ or something, when she suddenly yelped.

She heard a familiar male grunt…

She stumbled backwards, landing on her butt. She looked up to see who she’d bumped into.

Hoody.

Hoody was bent over a bit, like he’d been taken by surprise and was trying to balance himself.

Kate nervously pushed herself up with her arms, then a hand reached out- Hoody’s hand.

She looked at him, then at his hand. She placed her gloved hand in his, and he helped her up.

That was … odd. Hoody usually never bumps into things?

‘Maybe Hoody’s just having one of those days.’ She looked up at his masked face, all she could see were sad eyes on a ski mask staring back at her.

Suddenly, it hit her. Oh no! She needed to apologize for bumping into him!

She pulled out her paper and pen, quickly scribbling something… except… her pen wasn’t writing?

Hoody tilted his head, wondering why she’d stopped writing?

Kate grumbled, maybe she wasn’t pressing hard enough. She tried again, but still, it didn’t write.

What the heck?

Again and again, the pen WASN’T writing. She looked at Hoody, did she really have to speak? Oh man, how else was she going to apologize?

THUD, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA

Kate quickly turned around at the sound of a thud… Oh, it was Toby on the floor, laughing his head off.

What’s so funn-

Then it dawned on her… oh…invisible ink...

She looked at her pen, and Hoody let out an amused little chuckle. He patted her on the head before leaving her with a hysterical Toby.

Kate took a deep breath. She’d been pranked… And to make matters worse! She hadn’t even apologized to Hoody! ...

Was Hoody in on this too?

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Hahaha, oopsie! Sorry for disappearing for, like, ages! I was totally blanking on what to share, you know? But then, while scrolling through my old stuff, I realized Toby's always been quite the little troublemaker! So, yeah, that happened!

#masky #creepypasta #headcannons #kate the chaser #hoody #proxies #proxy #toby erin rogers #tobias erin rogers #tim masky #hoodie #masky and hoody #scenario #headcannon #pranks #prank #ticci toby

[byenycfm]

Welcome to The First Season Finale of GoodbyeNewYork!

Hold onto your horses, people, it's about it get messy out there!

The away teams are set and ready to head out into the city. After an extra hardy breakfast at the diner, all the residents Sans Sada still in her 'cell', gather at the stairwell door in the Atrium to bid good luck and farewell to the brave scouts. The teams are as follows:

Ashton's Team: Charlie, Valerie, Roman - Non-Perishable Foods and Medicine

Zach's Team: Ember, Ria, Lane, Dalton - Non-Perishable Foods and Clothing

Mal's Team: Kang, Sev, Toby, Jeremiah, JP - Fuels/water, machine parts

Below is the series of events on Run Day. Feel free to do solo posts/group posts/threads, anything you'd like, but make sure to tag the time and place in your posts, starters, and tags. The Finale will run approx. until May 2nd, while the main is updated for Season two! There is no reason to pause current threads, and in fact, it's recommended to also use this time to wrap them up in preparation for the time skip that will come with announcement of Season Two.

Dec 23rd, 2023

Away Teams:

8:00am - Depart The Wexley with a team heading in each of three directions set out by Ashton. Each team is kept in communication with each other and The Wexley by walkie talkie.

8:20am - Ashton's team reaches their first destination and starts to fill their bags with supplies.

8:30am - Zach's team reaches their destination and start to fill their bags with supplies.

8:40am - Mal's team reaches their destination and start to load up push trollies with supplies.

10:00am - A structurally unsound part of the department store collapses trapping Val and Charlie. Val's arm is crushed and stuck in the debris.

10:10am - An SOS is made on the walkie talkie, Skyler insists on joining the other team to help Charlie.

10:30am - Skyler arrives and attempts to crawl through a hole made into the space Charlie and Val are trapped in. Val needs to amputate her own arm to escape.

10:45am - Val and Charlie are successfully extracted from the space, but the way in and out collapses onto Skyler as he's making his way out and crushes him.

11:15am - A ragged group of survivors tries to ambush Zach's team. They're defeated, loading of supplies continues after agreement that they delay heading back long enough to ensure they won't be followed by other hostile survivors. Dalton has gone missing in the chaos.

11:28am - Mal's team is nearly overrun by chompers and ends up separated in the fray.

2:15pm - The survivors of all the teams start making their way back to The Wexley.

The Wexley:

8:00am - Bid farewell to the run teams, preparations start with reorganizing of storage spaces and clearing of bedding back to now safe suites.

10:00am - Additional space in the The W is begun to be prepared for sorting.

11:00am - A few residents start to finish the decorating of the tree, now occupying the center of the foyer, as a surprise for Charlie. Vincent Blanche starts to feel more and more sick and attempts to hide in the basement. He collapses in the stairwell.

11:15am - A trio of residents comes across Vince who turns just as they check on him, infecting them before they manage to kill him with a push down the stairs.

12:15pm - Residents sent upstairs to return bedding to the suites aren't returning and it's raising notice. Someone opens the door to the stairwell and a horde of at least ten chompers flood out and into the Atrium. Mr. Wexley calls for an evacuation of the building and pulls the fire alarm to alert anyone on upper floors. Sada Vang is forgotten about locked in her 'cell'.

12:20pm - The stairwell and rear exit are propped open, and Mr. W and some residents attempt to draw the chompers out of the building with loud noises. Fleeing when the horde begins to head their way.

2:00pm - Mr. Wexley returns to the building with Lolly in tow, coming across a returning Mal in the alley. The trio secure and lock off the Atrium level, hunkering down to wait to let in the others upon their return.

2:40pm - The first of the scout team survivors starts to return to the building.

2:50pm - Spotting the returning scout team members, surviving residents start returning to the building.

As night closes in on 'run day' those left in the building are forced to start coming to terms with the fact that they may be all that's left of the survivors. The remaining survivors in the Wexley are as follows:

Ashton Ryder

Charlotte Rose

Rhiannon Wells

Zach Sanders

Eric Sanders

Roman Drake

Lane Shelley

Kaiden Malone

September Wexley

Tobias Wexley Sr.

Valerie Chen

Dolores Nunez

Sada Vang

Rosie Smith

All other characters and skeletons will be considered missing until they're taken and/or their muns return.

#bnyadmin #bnyevent #Season One Finale

[artemothy]

Meet my Splatoon band, Cea Phoam!

Ce Phoam is an alt rock band founded by Erin Takonokoshi! Their music is inspired by bands like SashiMori and Chirpy Chips! (my actual inspos will be at the bottom, as well as a link to the song ive made!)

My inspos for the music have been IDK HOW, Talky Hall, The Brobecks, and Toby Fox (i take influence from him subconsciously…megalovania disease)

Here’s their first song, and the demo.

#ce phoam #ce phoam masterpost #splatoon oc #splatoon band #splatoon

[fawninthewinter]

Oh, it appears to be my birthaversary

#bullshit from yours truly #talky toby

[simthorium]

It was late one night in Downtown Pleasantview when local thief Gordon King snuck into the house. Toby thought her heard someone in his room and woke up terrified to see a strange man stealing his XBox. He shrank down under the covers, searching for his phone to call the cops.

Gordon was fast and darted all throughout the house, grabbing whatever he could with some kind of robber magic.

Loud sirens blared and flashing blue and red lights lit up the side of the house. Toby jumped to his feet and ran to his bedroom door to watch the commotion. A police officer ran up the stairs and confronted the robber, throwing herself on top of him as the two struggled. “Get him!” Toby shouted. “Get him!!!”

But she didn’t get him. After the skirmish ended, Gordon flung the police officer off of him and ran back down the stairs. “What the hell!?” Toby shouted. “What are you doing!? Go after him!”

The officer shrugged and clicked the walkie-talkie on her shoulder. “Looks like we missed him, boss,” she said into the radio. A distorted voice responded with something Toby couldn’t hear. “Sorry, kid.” She walked down the stairs and out of the house. “Are you serious!?” Toby exclaimed.

#Zarro legacy #robbery #generation 6 #Toby

[reachingforthevoid]

Dr Who: The Crusade

I adored David Whitaker’s novelisation of this when I was a kid, and I have watched the surviving episodes in the past. The version I watched on 15 December 2022 was the telesnap reconstruction over the existing soundtrack that’s on the marvellous new blu-ray box set. Incidentally, the documentary featuring Toby Hadoke about David Whitaker is fascinating, and I am looking forward to reading Simon Guerrier’s biography of the writer and story editor.

One of Dr Who’s enduring strengths is a refusal to conform to one type of storytelling. The two previous serials swerved from a comedic take on Roman history to a surreal six-part giant insect story about alien invasions… with this tale, we swerve yet again to a fairly serious and — dare I say it — adult take on the crusade of Richard the Lionheart. Thankfully, Dudley Simpson’s incidental music is much more in line with the feel of the story. Both Jean Marsh and Julian Glover are rather splendid as siblings who have a close relationship, but also need to deal with the realities of marriage as a diplomatic tool in that time and place. Unfortunately, the talkiness and political overtones slows the adventure down a little bit too much. 

Content advisory: there is a lot of “blackface” in this serial, but it’s not universally applied. I don't know the name of the actor pictured here, but he played a non-speaking extra in this tale. Of particular note is the casting of Zohra Sehgal (1912-2014) as Sheyrah. Too much of her presence was in the parts that no longer exist.

I won’t add here to the discourse around Dr Who’s history with non-white actors and characters except to note that some of it is a product of its times, but way too much of it could and should be doing better.

This tale has a dash of gender politics within it, too. There are a surprising number of women with agency in the story, not counting Barbara and Vicki, usually within the confines of their circumstances. Rather brilliantly, when the Doctor, with Vicki as a willing accomplice, steals era-appropriate clothing Vicki has to cross-dress and pretend to be a young boy whose voice hasn’t broken. The disguise doesn’t really convince many people, and when Joanna discovers the ruse she puts the situation “right” very quickly. Although, having said that, people they encounter don’t seem to be overly fussed by it all. Then again, women dressing as men has a long history in British society, including in the theatre. 

Oh, I just realised this is the third serial in which the Doctor and Vicki pair up, while Barbara and Ian have to keep finding each other (and the others) while they get caught and escape and get caught again…

#doctor who #the crusade #julian glover #jean marsh #zohra sehgal

[lifesamarize]

Maitjebasa!

10.09.2022 - Zimbabwe: Karoi -[Sama]:

Was eine erholsame Nacht! Durch den ganzen Stress am Tag zuvor, fielen wir beide gefühlt in eine Art Winterschlaf und wachten erholt erst um 8.30 Uhr auf.

Wir waren froh das Werkstatt Thema abgeschlossen zu haben und frühstückten erstmal in aller Ruhe. Vor uns lagen nur noch zwei Stunden Autofahrt bis zu unserem eigentlichen Ziel „Kariba.“ Tobi machte sich dran die Luftblase aus dem Kühlersystem loszuwerden, ich packte währenddessen unsere sieben Sachen zusammen.

Vor der eigentlichen Abfahrt machte Tobi nochmal eine Probefahrt, um zu schauen ob das Problem des Temperaturanstieges nun endlich passé ist. Ich wartete solange in der Unterkunft und erhielt eine Berichterstattung von Tobi über Walkie Talkie. Die erste Bergrunde sah schon sehr bescheiden aus. Die Temperatur lag kontinuierlich bei 95 Grad. Bei der zweiten Runde ist sie wieder auf 100 Grad angestiegen. Mist! So können wir definitiv nicht weiterfahren. Als er wieder auf dem Unterkunftsgelände war, überprüfte er auch mal den Ölstand. Oh! Gar nicht gut! Der Ölstand lag im unteren Level. Dabei haben die Jungs in Mutare diesen doch noch kontrolliert. Wo ist das Öl also hin? Wir schauten unter das Auto und sahen, dass das Auto unten am Tropfen war. Shit! Hatte der Motor einen Riss? Zylinderkopfdichtung? Anderer Autokram, von dem wir keine Ahnung hatten??? Jetzt haben wir nicht nur ein Problem, sondern direkt mal Zwei.

Wir sprachen mit Jona, dem AirBnB Host, ob es möglich wäre noch eine weitere Nacht hier zu verbringen. Wir hofften natürlich, dass das Problem schnell von Eddy behoben werden konnte, wollten aber trotzdem schonmal eine Alternative haben.

Für Jona war alles kein Problem. Wir sollten einfach vorbeikommen, wenn wir Bescheid wüssten.

Wir verabschiedeten uns von ihm und fuhren erneut nach Karoi zur Tankstelle. Dort würde sicherlich der Tankwart Eddy sicherlich wieder rufen können.

Beim drauffahren auf die Tankstelle entdeckte ich direkt Eddys Auto. Er hatte scheinbar seine „Autowerkstatt“ (bestand einfach aus einem Parkplatz mit vielen Autos und einigen Autoteilen) neben der Total Tankstelle.

„Makadi, mamukasei?“ sagten wir. Eddy drehte sich um, grinste und erwiderte: „Tamuka kanamanukaso?“ Wir lachten und Tobi antwortete mit „Tamuka!“ Bei der Reparatur des T-Stückes brachte Eddy uns gestern die wichtigsten Wörter auf Shona bei. Das Ganze hieß so viel wie: „Guten Morgen, wie geht’s?“ „Gut, wie habt ihr geschlafen?“ „Gut!“ (im Plural gesprochen)

Wir erklärten Eddy unser neues, sowie altes bestehendes Problem. Er dachte kurz nach und fing dann an sich das Auto nochmal komplett anzuschauen. Er ging erstmal dem Ölleck nach. Wir hofften natürlich das der Motorblock nicht gerissen ist. Eddy nahm uns zum glück schnell die Angst, als er unters Auto kroch und nachschaute. Ein Dichtungsring hielt der Hitze von gestern wahrscheinlich nicht stand. Es war rissig geworden. Er tauschte den Dichtungsring aus und wischte das restliche Öl weg. Nach einer Probefahrt schaute er nochmal nach, ob weiteres Öl durchsickerte… und siehe da! Es tropfte nichts mehr! Das Öl welches im Motorblock fehlte, verpuffte wahrscheinlich aufgrund der extremen Hitze im Motor. Somit war wenigstens das Problem gelöst und uns fiel ein großer Stein vom Herzen! Kein Motorschaden! Zum Glück!

Bei unserem anderen Problem mit der Kühlertemperatur wurde es schon etwas kniffliger. Es hieß für Eddy sich langsam an das Problem rantasten. Die Frage die sich alle stellten war: Warum wird die Karre so heiß?

Wir schauten uns die Kühlerschläuche an. Dabei fiel auf der Kühlerschlauch auf der einen Seite kaltes Wasser führte und auf der anderen Seite heiß. Der erste Verdacht lag bei der Kühlerpumpe. Vielleicht funktionierte diese nicht mehr und pumpte deshalb das heiße Wasser nicht mehr weiter. Eddy testete diese, indem wir den Motor anmachten und schauten ob die Pumpe sich rührt. Hmmm… sie funktionierte einwandfrei. Ok, dann kann es das schonmal nicht sein.

Als nächstes hatte Eddy das Thermostat im Auge. Ein Thermostat funktioniert normalerweise so, dass es eine Klappe hat, die beim Starten des Motors geschlossen ist. Erst ab einer bestimmten Temperatur im Motor geht die Klappe auf und lässt kaltes Wasser in den Motorblock reinlaufen um diesen zu kühlen. Beim Ausbau des Thermostates bemerkte Eddy aber, dass dieser dauerhaft geschlossen ist. Somit gelangte das kalte Wasser erst gar nicht in den Kühlerkreislauf. Mit ein wenig Gewalt öffnete er die Klappe des Thermostates dauerhaft. Nun würden wir mit dauerhaft gekühltem Motor fahren. Das sollte an sich kein Problem sein. Ist es ja nicht gerade kalt in Afrika.

Nach einer Probefahrt, kamen wir grinsend wieder zur „Werkstatt“ zurück und riefen „Maitjebasa!!“, was auf Shona bedeutete „Danke!“

Die Temperatur des Kühlers lag selbst beim Berganstieg bei 60 Grad. Wir freuten uns riesig, dass auch dieses Problem nun endlich behoben wurde.

In unserem AirBnB angekommen mampften wir erstmal eine leckere Pizza und kamen etwas zur Ruhe. Wir ließen die letzten Wochen revue passieren und bemerkten, wie viel Glück wir bis jetzt einfach hatten.

Viele von Euch denken sich jetzt wahrscheinlich, wie bescheuert wir doch eigentlich sein müssen, mit einem „schrottigen Auto“ durch Afrika zu fahren. Ihr fragt Euch sicherlich, warum wir uns nicht einfach ein Neuwagen, ohne Probleme gekauft haben. Ich kann die Frage ganz einfach beantworten.

Uns war es wichtig ein Auto zu kaufen, welches wir noch nach unseren Vorstellungen verändern können. Ein Neuwagen war uns definitiv zu langweilig. Wir wollten nicht „problemlos“ durch Afrika reisen. Uns ist es wichtig Afrika richtig zu erleben. Und das geht am besten, wenn man die Einheimischen kennenlernt. Und ein Auto, welches einige Macken besitzt, schafft doch eine sehr gute Basis um mit den Locals ins Gespräch zu kommen. Denn durch Pannen und Probleme kommt man so einfacher mit den Einheimischen in Kontakt. Man lernt verschiedene Leute und Geschichten kennen. Und es wird doch erst dann richtig spannend, wenn etwas mal nicht so glatt läuft.

Bei der Wahl des Autos, war es uns wichtig, einen Wagen zu wählen, den man schnell reparieren kann, ohne viel schnick schnack und schi schi. Bei einem Breakdown wollen wir schnelle Lösungen, statt langes Warten auf spezielle Ersatzteile aus Übersee. Aus diesem Grund kam für uns auch nur ein Defender oder Toyota in Frage. Es sind die gängigsten Autos hier in der Gegend.

Ein Rental Car kam ebenfalls für uns nicht in Frage, da es zum einen unglaublich teuer

ist und wie bereits erwähnt ein Wagen „ohne Komplikationen“ wäre. Außerdem hatten wir von Anfang an den Gedanken das Auto nach dem Trip verkaufen zu wollen, um die Kosten möglichst gering zu halten.

Wir wissen, dass bei einem Pauschalurlaub mit 10 Rentnerpärchen und einem perfekt eingeplanten Tagesablauf alles einfacher und entspannter gewesen wäre, aber das ist einfach nicht unsere Art zu reisen.

Ich hoffe ihr versteht nun den Hintergrund unserer Entscheidung.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

static

by LostLavenderer

"It's not too late yet." But even his own words fell on deaf ears, really. Because Wilbur had heard those words a lot in the past two weeks. A lot at first, especially. The first few hours were littered with them. After the first twenty-four hours they became slightly sparser, but frequent still. They had continued to lessen, up until the point where both parties were well aware that there was no truth to them anymore.

The cops had stopped coming over. There were no updates, no sightings. Nothing to report.

The case would go cold soon. They hadn't outright told them, of course, but Wilbur knew how these things went. No more leads to follow means no more use in putting anyone actively on the case— and really, there had barely been any leads to begin with.

Wilbur wasn't planning on dropping it as quickly.

He'd search for months, years if he had to— he wasn't going to give this up. Give him up.

or, Wilbur's little brother goes missing and he struggles to cope with the loss. Then... he finds an old walkie-talkie that absolutely should not be functional anymore. A crimeboys-centric mystery AU.

Words: 4141, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Kristin Rosales Watson

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Phil Watson, Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson

Additional Tags: Mystery, TommyInnit is Missing (Video Blogging RPF), I like that that's a tag already lmao, uhh okay, Angst, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot-centric, Twins Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, crimeboys-centric, Crimeboys - Freeform, Spooky, what else can i tag, Forests, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, No one is okay actually, Wilbur Soot Needs a Hug, buckle up boys this might be a long one, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38846763

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt

[rzeznikrp]

II Jakiś czas później

Oboje leżeli w domku na drzewie, na kocu pamiętającym ich dzieciństwo. Znali się od tak dawna, że wydawało się, że od zawsze. Było pięknie i słonecznie, śpiewały ptaki, gdzieś w oddali szczekał pies. Gdzieś wokół nich walały się latarki, walkie-talkie, zwinięte mapy do ukrytych uprzednio skarbów. Spojrzeli sobie głęboko w oczy. Bez słów wydali się przekazać sobie niepokój co do rozwoju wydarzeń. Rozmawiali o tym wielokrotnie ostatnio. Nie mogą się tak zachowywać. A jednocześnie oboje chcieli, to było tak... intensywne.

--___-_--_-_-_Wracając-_-_---__

Taksówka dowiozła ich do liceum po czasie. Jakby to były studia, przekroczyliby studencki kwadrans. Przemknęli niezauważeni pod drzwi klasy. Zajęcia trwały. Słyszeli zachrypnięty głos Mr Schneidera. Głęboki wdech i weszli do klasy matematycznej niemal jednocześnie. Nie obyło się oczywiście bez kąśliwego komentarza. Mieli szczęście, że ich nie wyprosił z klasy. Podobno jak się na kogoś zawziął, potrafił doprowadzić do wyrzucenia ze szkoły lub zmiany na inną. Sam natomiast cieszył się nienaganną reputacją.

- Chyba wyprowadziliśmy go z rytmu, oby nie podkablował rodzicom. Co myślisz?- zapytał cicho Blake.

Peter nie był typem lubiącym dużo mówić. Więcej obserwował i analizował świat. W tym momencie w chwili wydającej się trwać wieczność zobaczył w Blake'u tego samego towarzyszą zabaw co kiedyś. Nadal miał błysk w swoich niebieskich oczach. Jedynie lekko kręcone, blond włosy były dłuższe. Kiedyś zawsze ścinał je na krótko.

- Myślę że tym razem nic im nie powie- odparł niby mimochodem Peter po małej chwili równie cicho.

Parę godzin później spotkali się na szkolnym parkingu. Czekali na podwózkę taksówką. Korzystali z nich tak często, że mogliby się zastanawiać skąd ich rodzice biorą na to pieniądze, zamiast kupić im auto. Ale dziś się nad tym nie zastanawiali. Dziś nieśmiało żyli nadchodzącym piątkowym spotkaniem w domku na drzewie. Będą razem. Sami.

- To ciekawe że w XXI wieku wstydzimy się okazywać sobie uczucia publicznie, zrobić coming out przed rodzicami, którzy się lubią, są za Demokratami i generalnie, są tak wspierający i tolerancyjni do porzygu. Nie sądzisz, Peter?- Blake wydawał się być na granicy frustracji. 4 dni. Jednocześnie krótko i wieczność.

- Mówiłem ci że to nie takie proste. Sam też mówiłeś, że nie będzie tak łatwo. Wytrzymasz chyba te 4 dni?- Peter zagryzł wargę. Chciał mu powiedzieć, że to nic pewnego jeszcze, że plany często się zmieniają, że standardem jest że plany się sypią. Nie chciał jednak psuć tej chwili, tej nadziei. Nie po to tyle przeszli w ostatnim czasie, by teraz skupiać się na beznadziei.

Taksówka zabrała ich, zajęć razem mieli właściwie tylko matematykę. Ale oczywiście, Mr Schneider znalazł sposób, by nie rozkojarzali się na jego lekcjach, rozdzielając ich na krańce sali. Żałowali w takich chwilach, że ich znajomi w szkole to tacy idioci. Chcąc uniknąć plotek, właściwie sporadycznie pisali ze sobą na komunikatorach. A jeszcze niedawno stali na tym wieżowcu...

-__-_-_

- Hej kruku, jak tam?

- Cześć. Mówiłem, nie nazywaj mnie krukiem -_- co za głupia ksywa

- Pasuje do ciebie, mówiłem Ci. W każdym razie podobno spalił się nasz wieżowiec, lol

- wtf?

- no dobra, spalenie to tylko plotka, ale jakiś gościu w stroju klauna chciał stamtąd skoczyć i zamknęli wejście na górę

- pierwsza wersja brzmiała bardziej wiarygodnie

- Bo tak jest, pewnie te bezdomne ćpuny z 46. ulicy roznieciły nieświadomie ogień. A może specjalnie, kto ich wie co im chodzi po głowie naćpanym

- na pewno nie Pennywise, to tylko tobie

- Widzę poprawiłem Ci humor przed sprawdzianem z chemii :)

- Wal się 😛

#ichdwoje