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goldenroutledge · 3 years

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for my second attempt at a request😂

“[David Attenborough voice] And here we see the lesser spotted ____ in their natural habitat” and “Get the fuck out of my room!" "It's our room!”

y/n is tired or hungover from v-day and drew has his cam-corder?

much love❤️

just the two of us

pairing: drew starkey x reader

word count: 0.6k

warning(s): swearing, fluff

a/n: thanks for requesting!! this prompt is soo drew. i also combined it with a ‘romantic getaway’ request

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Every day with Drew was special, but taking small getaways here and there was important. Spending time together at your shared apartment was nice of course, but there was nothing like a weekend spent away. For weeks leading up to Valentine’s weekend, Drew was scoping out some possible locations to whisk you away to.

You had assumed you both would be spending the weekend relaxing together at home. To your surprise, Drew had been secretly packing a small suitcase for you, and you just wanted him to tell you where on Earth you were going. He made you aware of what time you’d be making your departure on that Friday afternoon, but that was it. “Please just tell me, Drew!” You whined for the thousandth time on the way there.

“It’s not too late to blindfold you and duck tape your mouth shut, you know.” He joked in a serious tone.

“Are you saying you would abduct me?”

He intertwined your fingers together and brought your hand up to his lips for a quick kiss. “No, baby. Why would I need to do that if I’ve already got you?”

You laughed at his reply. “Are we at least almost there? We’ve been driving for hours.”

“Yes, almost. Patience, my love.”

Besides the long drive, the sun had gone down which gave you the pretty sight of the city lights to admire. You fought off the urge to fall asleep, Drew finally pulling you out of your thoughts. “We’re here, darling.”

He hopped out of the car to help you out, along with unloading the luggage from the back. You looked up at more bright lights, to see the logo and lettering of a fancy looking hotel. The staff took your bags away to send up to your room as you checked in. “I thought we could spend the weekend in the city.” Drew admitted. “Just a nice change for a few days, y’know?”

Strolling into your suite, the warm lighting illuminating from the lamps shone upon the white, rose petal covered duvet. “It’s beautiful, Drew.” You smiled at him, cupping his face and kissing him softly.

“So then I’m guessing you’ll love the next surprise even more.” He told you. He allowed some time for you both to get settled in a bit, before leading you by the arm towards the elevator and to the rooftop of the building.

A candlelit dinner was set up for you both, soft music and a small decorative fireplace filling the aura to match the starry night. Drew slid his jacket around your shoulders even though you weren’t even cold, but the gentlemanly gesture never failed to make your heart soar for him.

The meal was fantastic and the vibe was so relaxing, being able to forget about all of your worries for the night and pour your attention into Drew. Many drinks later, you and Drew had finally decided to call it a night.

Hours later you felt the mattress become significantly lighter, but thought nothing of it as Drew was more of a morning person than you were. He had gotten up to grab one of his cameras, wanting to capture the cute sight of you sleeping in the cozy bed. “And here we see the lesser spotted Y/n in her natural habitat. What a beauty.”

You stirred awake at the sound of his voice, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. They opened to be met with the lense of the camera a little too close for comfort, especially at this hour. “Get the fuck out of my room!” You exclaimed at him for the first time this morning.

“It’s our room!” He shot back, the camera shaking with his laughs as you threw a pillow at him.

“Drew, it’s so early. Is this really necessary?”

“It’s 9:30, babe. We should probably be getting up anyways.”

You sighed. “Still too early. Give me a few more minutes.”

“Sure thing, pretty girl.” He chuckled and agreed, turning off his camera to crawl in bed beside you, the warmth sending you both back to a blissful state of sleep.

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kemvee · 3 years

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The Kirkwalrus (Odobenus adipempuer)

*For best results please read in a David Attenborough voice*

Every arrival to Kirkwall first sees the imposing statues of the Gallows, ominous and threatening. The second thing they see are these adorable chonks lining the rocks and basking in the sun. Although none can agree quite when the Kirkwalrus first made their home among the rocky harbour, Naturalists and Historians do agree that their markings...Skull like visages that have spooked many an unwary traveller and that are unique to each individual... first appeared after the Magisters Sidereal made their mass blood sacrifice to enter the fade.

Coincidence? Or somehow are the horrified faces of the slaves killed that day etched onto the skin of these friendly creatures.

Thanks to @isk4649 for the idea! I’m going to turn this into a full series :)

#Fictional Beasts of Thedas #Kirkwalrus #kemvee paints #dragon age #dragon age art #da art #Dragon age 2 #da2 #dragonage #BioWare

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cynicalclassicist · 3 years

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TURN BACK

Written by Chris Newton

This isn’t mine but was done by another of the Lockdown writers who very kindly sent it to me.

There it was again: that fluttering, rattling, scuttling noise. It sounded like grasping pincers, snapping mandibles and probing antennae. It felt like something was on her back. For some reason, it was an oddly familiar sensation.

Donna Temple-Noble knew that things had not been right for a while.

Things were fine in her life. After a decade of marriage, both she and Shaun were still very happy and very much in love. They had been determined that their big lottery win wouldn’t change them and, for the most part, it hadn’t. They lived in a ten bedroom mansion Highgate with two acres of land, owned a holiday villa in Spain, and had been able to afford to send Joshua and Ella to an incredibly expensive private school – but otherwise, they still went to watch West Ham every Saturday (albeit in their own executive box), still kept in touch with all their old friends (even Nerys), and eschewed fancy restaurants and glitzy parties in favour of Friday nights in on the sofa watching Love Island and eating Pringles.

But something was wrong with the world. Her high school boyfriend, Mathew Richards, had always been going on about global warming back in the 90s, but as far as Donna had been concerned somebody was always banging on about the end of the world, whether it was the Millennium Bug, or Mayan calendars or Hadron Colliders… But what did that have to do with her life? She could hardly see which type of milk she put in her tea affected the wider world.

But things began to get so bad that even Donna noticed. On her eighty-inch TV, she saw bush fires in Australia, David Attenborough showing the ice caps melting and an ocean filled with plastic. And then the Sontaran virus came – the lockdowns, the curfews, and the restrictions. But not even a global pandemic could prevent the USA from imploding in a civil war. The Zygon president had attempted to form a dictatorship when he lost the election and all hell had broken loose.

Donna knew they were lucky, they were far away from the fighting and they could afford regular deliveries of fresh food, and had a huge garden with their own private swimming pool to occupy them in quarantine. The first lockdown had almost been like a holiday for the Temple-Nobles; the kids cannon balling into the water, Donna and Shaun sunning themselves on loungers, barbeques, cocktails. Their autumn lockdown consisted of bonfires and marshmallows, thick jumpers and flasks of hot chocolate as they told ghost stories on Halloween and twirled sparklers on Bonfire Night. It was almost perfect.

Almost… But not. Because for all the comfort their money could buy them, there was one problem wealth could not solve.

Donna’s Grandfather, Wilf, was now ninety-one. A few years ago, after a fall, had moved into a care home. Donna made sure he received the best care possible, and paid for him to go to a lovely facility just near Hampstead Heath, that way they were practically neighbours. Before the virus, she had visited him every day without fail. His memory had been growing steadily worse; sometimes he called her Sylvia, and occasionally Louise, for some reason, but he never forgot that she was his granddaughter, and more than not greeted her by saying ‘Wahey, here she is! The Little General!’ which had been his nickname for her when she was little.

But since lockdown, she had been unable to visit him. She knew it was for the best, for the safety of her grandfather and for the other residents in the home, but it didn’t change the fact that it felt as though a huge part of her had been ripped away. His dementia had worsened, the staff had told her over the phone, and he had been repeatedly talking about a spaceman in a flying blue box.

She had managed to arrange a videocall with her grandfather, a favour from one of the nurses at the home. She sat waiting for him to answer, full of fear and trepidation. Always wondering which visit would be the one where he failed to recognise her entirely.

“Wahey, here she is! The Little General!” Wilf’s face filled the screen of her phone.

“Hiya Gramps!” Donna’s eyes welled with tears of joy at the sight of her grandfather.

“Blimey, how’d you get inside this little tablet thingy?” he chuckled. “Must be bigger on the inside,” he muttered with a strange, faraway look in his rheumy eyes, as though he were trying to remember something.

“You don’t half come out with some rubbish!” she laughed. “We had a bonfire in the garden on the 5th. You know, jacket potatoes in tin foil, passing round a thermos of tea. Reminded me of the old days, up the hill at your allotment, remember?”

“Mmmm,” he smiled distantly, before his face crumpled in confusion. “’Ere, where’s the Doctor?”

“You’ve already seen the doctor, Gramps. Remember? He put you on those new pills.”

“No, not him. The skinny one. Isn’t he with you? He usually is.”

“Why would he be with me you daft old thing? I’m fit and healthy, thank you very much. Touch wood,” she tapped her head. “Don’t need a doctor.”

“I think you do,” Wilf mumbled. “I think we all do. He’d sort out this bleedin’ virus.”

“They’ll have a vaccine before you know it, Gramps. You’ll be round ours for Christmas dinner, just you wait and see.”

“That’ll be nice,” he grinned. “How’s Lance, then? He alright?”

“Shaun, granddad, I’m married to Shaun. Lance… had to go away.”

“Oh. Well, it’s probably for the best. I never did like him much.”

Donna couldn’t help but chuckle.

“The kids want these flippin’ animatronic Baby Yoda dolls for Christmas,” she changed the subject. “Honestly, it’s Star Wars this, Star Trek that… and that other one. You know, the time travel one? No idea where they get it from, I was never into any of that sci-fi rubbish.”

“Donna…” Wilf cried, a sudden urgency in his voice.

“Yes, Gramps?” she swallowed nervously, it had been a long time since he had called her by her name. “What is it?”

“There’s something on your back.”

The words chilled her, although she had no idea what they meant. She felt her right hand darting involuntarily over her shoulder expecting to feel… what, exactly? Something creeping, crawling, insectoid… she shivered.

“There’s nothing there. Honestly, what are you on about?”

“He was only trying to help, but it’s gone wrong again. It wasn’t a fixed point, you see? It was one of those… Temporal wotsits.”

Donna took a deep breath.

“I think you’re getting mixed up again, Gramps.”

“Hmm?” he looked at her, his eyes full of warmth, kindness and confusion. “So how’s Lance, then? He alright?”

“Yes, Gramps. Lance is fine.”

“Oh, that’s good. I always liked him. Oh, I’ve got to go. The nurse wants her tablet back. When are you coming to see me?”

“As soon as I can, Gramps. I promise. As soon as I can.”

“Well, I’ll look forward to it. Ta-da sweetheart.”

“Bye,” she stifled a tear as the screen became blurry, before Wilf’s face was replaced by a blonde-haired woman.

“Donna Noble!” the stranger grinned irrepressibly

“Oh, hi,” Donna swiftly composed herself. “Are you the nurse? Thanks so much for letting me speak to him…”

“Yeah. Well, I’m a Doctor, actually. Although a lot of people assume I’m a nurse these days. Bit annoying, really. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a nurse, mind! If it’s good enough for Rory Pond, it’s good enough for me.”

The blonde woman was still grinning.

“Oh my god,” Donna’s mouth fell open. “I know you!”

“No! No – that’s not possible!” The Doctor’s face paled.

“I knew I recognised you.”

“Listen to me – you cannot know who I am…”

“You’re Leanne Battersby. From Corrie!”

“What?”

“Ha! Just wait ’til I tell Nerys, she’ll be well jealous.” Donna snorted.

The Doctor harrumphed.

“Leane Batt… Actually, you know what? If it stops your neural receptors from combusting then fine. Fine! Yeah. Leanne Battersby at your service. If you think I’m just an actress from Coronation Street then it’s safe for us to talk. Well, I say safe… safe-ish. By which I mean not very dangerous. Okay, maybe it’s a little bit dangerous. Put it this way: your mind won’t burn, but you might end up forgetting your old mate Susie Mair.”

“Susie Who?”

“Exactly. Anyway, we don’t have long… I need to get back in Wilf’s wardrobe before the Sontarans triangulate my signal. I’m telling you, this has been a long eight months. But your grandfather’s right: there is something on your back. Again. Or maybe for the first time – it all gets a bit wibbley with alternate dimensions. But there’s something on your back, and I’m really sorry, but it hitched a ride on a lottery ticket.”

“What on Earth are you on about?”

“Not on Earth, actually, Shan Shen,” the Doctor said, and then winced. “Oops! Shouldn’t have said that. Might have deleted another scene. Remember that time you were one the phone to Veena in the kitchen and you heard that strange wheezing, groaning sound coming from outside?”

“No?”

“Probably for the best.”

“What’s going on? And why are you in my Granddad’s wardrobe? Do I need to call social services, ’cause don’t think I won’t, blondie!”

“I need you to trust me. What was the name of that TV show where the kid in the blindfold had to be guided through the dungeon by their mates?”

“Knightmare?”

“Yes! That’s the one. I need you to be my Dungoneer. I don’t have a Helmet of Justice so you’ll just have to close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes??”

“I know I’m asking a lot, Donna, but Wilf trusts me, and that’s all I can tell you. But be honest – you know something’s wrong, don’t you? You can feel something digging into your shoulders, can’t you?”

Donna nodded. There was no denying it, and for some inexplicable reason, she felt she could trust this woman, even though the reason seemed distant and out of reach. Donna closed her eyes.

The strange woman on the phone guided her out of the house, past a row of trees and to the telephone box at the end of the road. Funny, Donna thought, she didn’t remember there being a telephone box there. She hadn’t seen a proper one for years.

Following the Doctor’s instructions, Donna pulled the handle and the door creaked open as she stepped inside. Instinctively, she reached out for the mounted payphone, but her fingers met only empty air. Perhaps it wasn’t an operating phone box anymore? It probably housed a defibrillator instead. She was tempted to have a peek and find out.

“Don’t even think about opening your eyes,” the Doctor snapped, somehow reading her thoughts, “if you open your eyes, your brain will hyperpodulate.”

“Hyer-what-you-what? I want you to know I’m taking a lot on faith here, Battersby! And if this is a wind-up, then so help me god...”

Donna’s threat was drowned out the VROOP-VROOPING of ancient engines that at once sounded utterly alien and distantly familiar to her, like hearing a half-remembered nursery rhyme from childhood.

She heard the telephone box door creak open again, and a rush of cold air from outside. Strange, it didn’t feel like the smoky air of the November street she had come from. It felt crisper, fresher. She could hear the merry peal of church bells. There isn’t a church that close to my house, she thought, puzzled.

“You can come out now. Walk forwards but keep your eyes closed for a moment.”

Donna did as she was told. She felt grass beneath her feet as the VROOP-VROOPING resumed and then faded, drowned out by the sound of the bells.

“You can open you eyes now,” the woman on the phone was now stood in front of her, but that was the least surprising thing to Donna.

“But, how…” Donna looked down at herself. “I’m in my wedding dress. I don’t understand?” The two of them were stood by an old lychgate. Donna looked ahead – there was the church where she had married Shaun. Discarded confetti swirled about her ankles. There were guests milling about ahead – there was her grandfather’s friend Minnie Hooper. Minnie the Menace he used to call her! Although Donna was sure she’d heard that Minnie had died recently. Nevertheless, there she was, full of joy and life. And there was Nerys in her hideous peach dress!

“What year is this?” asked Donna.

“2010,” said the Doctor.

“This is my wedding day. How is this even possible?”

“The time differential’s trying to reconcile there being two of you here at the same time. Hence the dress. It’s tricky with parallel universes. Anyway, ‘how’ isn’t important right now. What’s important is that somebody just gave you a lottery ticket as a wedding present.”

“I know, cheapskate.”

“You’re about to win a triple rollover.”

“Yeah, well…”

“The thing is, Donna – the man gave you that ticket – he meant well, but he was meddling with things that shouldn’t have been meddled with. He was young – still in his Time Lord Victorious phase.”

“I don’t understand a single word you’re saying.”

“You know that theory that a butterfly fluttering its wings can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world? Well, time’s like that. Small, trivial things can cause ripples which alter the course of history. The truth is: you didn’t win that money. At least, not originally. You took one look at that ticket and ripped it up. Remember? The first dance at your wedding reception was Can’t Buy Me Love.”

“No… that’s not right,” said Donna. It couldn’t be. She knew that hadn’t happened. Their first dance had been 2 Become 1 by Spice Girls. So why could she remember dancing to The Beatles with Shaun?

“Nobody won the lottery that week – and the next week it was a quadruple rollover! A boy called Michael Finch won it. He was only sixteen. Imagine that! First time he’d ever played. Great kid. A friend of mine met his dad once. Long story. Anyway, I’m sorry Donna, but Michael didn’t spend it on cars and holiday homes and private pools. He invested in the future: green initiatives, healthcare, education… When the Sontarans released their virus, Earth was ready for it. Plus, the United States didn’t have a Zygon for a president. Well, they did actually, but she’s one of the nice ones. But shh, don’t tell anyone.”

“You know what,” said Donna. “I don’t think you really are Leanne Battersby, are you?”

“No.”

“But I do know you, don’t I?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s… bad? My head hurts…” Donna cupped her forehead in her palm.

“Yes. It’s very bad,” said the Doctor. “But it’s okay. Because if you tear up that lottery ticket and let Michael Finch win it instead, then you’ll change the future and we’ll never have met. Well, not like this anyway.”

“This is crazy. How is any of this possible?”

“My fault, I’m afraid. A long time ago, you had an encounter with a Time Beetle – and this is the gross part, sorry – Time Beetles can lay eggs beneath the hosts’ skin. They lie dormant, sometimes indefinitely, until the host encounters a significant temporal junction – in your case a lottery win that could change the course of human history. You were never supposed to have this life, Donna. You were supposed to tear up the ticket.”

More non-memories were flooding Donna’s mind – the years of living on the breadline in Chiswick, living with the regret of their lost fortune. A bank holiday weekend in Blackpool with the kids, having her fortune told by the strange little woman in the kiosk on the pier… Voicing her regret aloud and wishing she could go back to the day of her wedding and keep that winning ticket.

That couldn’t be right… They never took the kids to Blackpool. Their holidays had been in Cyprus and Malaga, they’d splashed out on luxury round-the-world cruises. But she remembered it so vividly: the rattle of the trams, the glare of the illuminations, the taste of the chips, the seagulls crying overhead.

“But we’ll have nothing. I can’t go back to the way we used to live: hand to mouth, never knowing where next month’s rent is coming from. What about Ella and Josh? They’ll be born with nothing.”

“Donna Temple-Noble, listen to me,” the Doctor gazed at her sternly. “You’ll have everything. You’ll have each other.”

Donna looked back over to the church – there was Wilf! – still spry at eighty and fighting off Minnie’s advances as ever. And there was Shaun – so handsome in his wedding suit! She couldn’t believe how young he looked.

The Doctor was right. Donna thought of how happy they had been during lockdown, not because they were comfortable, but because they had each other. The tweet-a-longs, the virtual gigs, the walks in the woods, the disastrous attempts at baking, standing on their doorstep and clapping for U.N.I.T…. She hadn’t put two and two together until she’d been speaking to her grandfather: but it had been the first time in her married life – the first time as a mother – that she had somehow recaptured that magic of sitting in her grandfather’s allotment with a flask of tea and gazing at the stars.

At the time Donna had felt as though she were longing for adventure, as though the stars held some inexplicable magic, but now she knew that the magic had been right there in the allotment all along. She no longer yearned for adventure, but longed instead to return to those simple days. She never could, of course. Wilf’s star was fading, but her own was rising. She thought back to the old world of financial hardship: rented flats, being plunged into darkness when the electricity meter ran out, payday loans and minimum wage temp jobs. There would be struggles but there would also be magic. There would be stories by candlelight, cartoons and warm milk before bed in the precious few years before Joshua and Ella became moody teenagers. There would be games in the park. There would be home cooked meals, and there would be telly and Pringles on the sofa on Friday nights.

There would be family.

Donna turned to speak to the blonde woman, but the stranger was gone, so she hitched up her wedding dress and hurried over to her husband.

“Who were you talking to?” he asked.

“A friend,” Donna smiled.

“What’s her name?”

“I can’t remember,” she said. It was strange, the name was on the tip of her tongue, but it had gone. She decided it didn’t matter.

“Give us that lottery ticket, will you?” Donna asked. (She had entrusted it into Shaun’s safe keeping. There were still no pockets in wedding dresses.)

“Why, you got a good feeling about it?” he asked, taking it from his pocket and handing it to his bride.

“Yeah. As a matter of fact, I have,” said Donna Temple-Noble as she tore up the ticket, and a great weight lifted from her shoulders.

#doctor who lockdown #doctor who #fanfic

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nako-doodles · 3 years

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Namjoon has these eyes that will stare into your soul and just cause you to become weak kneed and breathless and very flustered and need to stop drawing him cause you're so flustered (and you use the fact that your tablet is dying as an excuse)

I know all of this cause it happened to me and now I'm watching a David Attenborough documentary to calm myself down 🙈

*David Attenborough voice* you see the joonbear enjoying his lil patch of the river bed and basking in the sun.

#I dont have proof but I bet he watches Attenborough documentaries and that is how he wrote whalien 52 #ans

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eatonjack · 3 years

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↪ brief introduction to jack eaton.

BASICS

full name: jack sanam eaton. nickname(s): jack-jack, jacky-bear. age: thirty-one. date of birth: 19 october 1989. zodiac sign: libra. place of birth: blackpool, lancashire, england, united kingdom. ethnicity: indian. nationality: british. gender: cis male. sexual orientation: pansexual. romantic orientation: panromantic. religion: he was raised in a protestant household but his family was never all that tied to actively practicing religion and it was never something jack considered all that important to his day-to-day life. as an adult he’s definitely more agnostic leaning than anything. education: bachelors in business management from the university of derby, grand diplôme from le cordon bleu in paris, france. occupation: private chef -- looking to open his own restaurant. language(s) spoken: english ( primarily ); his french is near fluent as a result of both learning it for school and living in paris for a few years. accent: he has a thick and immediately apparent northern english accent. he has lived in the united states for a few years but it hasn’t softened his accent to any degree and it doesn’t take anyone more than a word or two to realize jack isn’t american.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: dev patel. hair color: black. eye color: brown. height: 6′2″. weight: 168 lbs. build: athletic. tattoos: a small tattoo on the inside of his right bicep of the sun rising/falling over the ocean inspired by a drawing his baby brother gave him when they were children ( here ). piercings: he has a nose ring in his left nostril; he had an eyebrow piercing for a long while but took it out when he began working in earnest-- it’s healed up since then. distinguishing characteristics: his accent, how bright and warm he is, his piercing, how smart he is ( or so he’s been told by many, many people after speaking to them for all of five minutes ).

PERSONALITY

label: the culinarian. positive traits: adventurous, articulate, brilliant, charismatic, charming, compassionate, considerate, dedicated, earnest, empathetic, forgiving, genuine, hardworking, intuitive, loyal, passionate, sociable, sweet, warm. negative traits: ambitious, competitive, proud, sarcastic, stubborn. assertive, boisterous, excitable, haughty, obsessive, possessive, silly, superstitious. goals/desires: to make a positive impact on his community, to live a better life as an adult than he did as a child, to spend the rest of his life doing things he loves, to remain happily in love. fears: failure, proving to everyone where he grew up that he’s just as useless as they’d always claimed, disappointing his little brother, never seeing either of his brothers again, becoming anything like the worst parts of his parents. hobbies: spending time with his family, smoking ( both weed and tobacco cigarettes ) though he’s been trying to cut down on them recently, cooking, baking, gardening when he has the time to do it and the weather’s right for it, hiking, reading, doing research of almost any kind, spending time with his friends, going out-- drinking, dancing, anything that lets him be social-- usually with avery in tow, watching nature documentaries, listening to podcasts, playing video games, learning new things, knitting. quirks: he talks with his hands extensively, he self-corrects out loud if he uses british slang for something rather than the american equivalent, he rarely raises her voice for any reason at all-- even when his employees are being difficult he speaks to them calmly which seems to be more effective, he can rattle off his favorite regional cuisines and fun facts about them at any given moment with no preparation whatsoever, he almost always has some pop song or another stuck in his head and can be heard humming it until he remembers the words. likes: animals of all kinds, mystery novels, nature documentaries, david attenborough, expensive liquor, pot brownies, baked goods of almost every kind, horror movies, music, flowers, being around people, sex, flirting with his wife, star wars, most marvel movies, rpg based video games, podcasts, true crime documentaries, his little brother, being a chef, learning anything new, talking to people about things they’re passionate about, his adopted parents & family, his son. dislikes: his older brother, his childhood, people who don’t respect him & the hard work that’s gone into getting him to where he is in life, dark chocolate, milk, toxic people, accidentally killing plants, being alone for long periods of time, boredom, people who pick fights just to pick fights, bigots.

FAMILY

father: simon jignesh ‘sj’ vohra ( biological ). mark william eaton ( adopted ). mother: claire odoti sharma ( biological ). rose katherine eaton née prescott ( adopted ). sibling(s): john dhaval vohra ( older ) & thomas ravinandan eaton ( younger ). michael andrew eaton ( older, adopted ). pet(s): — financial status: upper middle class.

BIOGRAPHY

( TW: teenage pregnancy, infidelity, drug use, overdose )

By all accounts— by every metric Jack could use to quantify the fact as an adult— Simon Vohra and Claire Sharma had never been ready to be parents. Was anyone ever really ready to be a parent? It was a question Jack had asked himself constantly as he’d gotten older but it had never been his place to judge-- his parents hadn’t done him any favors but for at least some time they had tried to be present and helpful and Jack could never fault them for that. Blackpool-- a seaside resort town on the English coast-- had been home to Simon and Claire as long as they both could remember but they had remained strangers to one another until they met through a mutual friend when they were seventeen years old. The attraction had been immediate-- a spark neither of them were prepared to deal with but allowed to catch and ignite the moment they met, an encounter that resulted in an unplanned pregnancy and a great deal of responsibility neither of them wanted staring them both in the face. Simon dropped out of sixth form promptly to begin working in earnest and provide for the family he certainly hadn’t expected to have but was willing to work to support nonetheless; Claire, after informing her parents, remained in school at her parents’ request though their relationship became strained from that moment on.

When John was born the couple was delighted— Simon took to being a father rather quickly and seemed to enjoy it while Claire was an absent mother at best in spite of Simon’s many attempts to help her feel more present in their son’s life. It was no secret to anyone at all that Claire was cheating on Simon with what was rumored to be every eligible man in Blackpool and though Simon was heartbroken by the rumors and the confidence he felt in their truthfulness-- he never brought the issue up with Claire-- choosing instead to look after their son and try to hold their family together as best he could. It was yet another accident that marked Claire’s second pregnancy when John was five and though Simon wasn’t even reasonably confident that the child was his he again prepared himself to be a father as best he possibly could. Jack was born on a cool October morning and from the moment he uttered his first cry his father was devoted to him and for the first time his mother dove headfirst into caring for both of her sons with a zeal she’d never demonstrated prior.

Though they were on the poorer side they were happy for a great deal of Jack’s initial childhood and seemed to be primed to be that much happier when Claire found out she was pregnant with her third child when Jack was seven. It was yet more of the same in the Vohra-Sharma household until Tommy was around two and Claire eloped with a family friend and informed Simon plainly that she couldn’t handle being stuck in a dead end town with a dead end life and three children she hadn’t wanted in the first place. Simon was devastated but for the first year or two following Claire’s departure he managed to hold both himself and the family together rather well. Jack-- already a brilliant boy intellectually and a spot of sunshine in the world as far as his father was concerned-- began to help around the house to take some of the worry away from his father even going so far as to look after his baby brother whenever he wasn’t at school. John, who was sixteen, more or less stopped coming home and though Jack was aware he was essentially living with a friend’s across town he considered his absence in his life nothing short of abandonment and even as an adult holds a deep resentment towards him for that fact.

Things for the Vohra family began to unravel slowly— Simon began to spend what money he earned from work on cocaine and other drugs-- he was still present and still loving but Jack found himself more and more becoming a parent to Tommy rather than a brother. When he was twelve Simon’s habits escalated to a rather expensive heroin addiction that Jack could hardly process, let alone deal with and though he tried his best to raise his brother and himself it was difficult for a child to raise another child. He was nearly thirteen when he came home from school with Tommy in tow to find their father had overdosed in their kitchen— an overdose that would, even after his frantic call to emergency services, eventually lead to his death. Without extended family to look after them and with John’s refusal to take on the responsibility of raising siblings he hardly knew both Jack and Tommy became wards of court.

Jack-- already with a reputation for being a brilliant student-- threw himself into his studies with that much more zeal as he and Tommy adjusted to life with their first foster family; his IQ was tested and he was placed into progressively more advanced courses until he was taking university classes part-time by the time he entered year eleven. His foster parents supported him fully and there was frequent talk of adoption for both himself and Tommy— who was easily the most important person in his life bar none. He was very nearly eighteen by the time the adoption paperwork was processed and both he and Tommy were officially members of the Eaton family. Though he was reluctant to leave Tommy behind when he’d been his primary caregiver for so many years prior to being placed with their adoptive family it was the encouragement of his adoptive parents Mark and Rose that finally reassured Jack to the point of feeling comfortable applying to both traditional universities and culinary school programs far afield of Blackpool. Higher education was a world of splendor for Jack who had always been so fiercely curious and sharply intelligent-- he finished his undergraduate degree six months earlier than most of his graduating class before moving on to study at a culinary institute in France with the hope of moving on to several Michelin star restaurants that had offered him positions before he’d even finished his schooling.

Cooking had been a passion of his from the moment he was allowed to help his father cook dinner for the first time as a child-- he’d been fascinated with food and the way it brought people together considering his childhood wasn’t always the most stable thing. It wasn’t until he began to work in earnest that he realized that becoming a prominent chef and owning a restaurant of his own was his dream more than any one thing he could put his finger on. After years of intense work Jack walked away from the restaurant in France he’d been training in at the age of twenty-nine with a new Michelin star for the restaurant under his belt and several offers for work in the United States waiting for him if he chose to take them. It was bizarre to put so much distance between himself and both of the countries he had come to consider home in their own ways but with the support of his family at his back it was a choice Jack made easily and he moved from Paris to Boston with a duffel bag’s worth of possessions, a job offer and a dream.

Boston was a world away from Paris in more ways than Jack could readily count but he’d always been an outgoing person and making friends and building relationships came easily to him— his brigade loved him and he spent most of his time outside of work with fellow chefs under his supervision or who worked in local restaurants that were actively competing with his own. It was during one of their many outings together that Jack found himself-- with some amount of embarrassment-- lingering at a strip club with some of his friends. It wasn’t a scene he frequented and it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when he retreated to the bathroom after an hour or so in the club only to find a woman in distress sharing the space with him just when he’d managed to calm down. Meeting Avery was a turning point in his life if only because he’d never allowed himself to slow down for even a moment in the pursuit of the things he’d hoped to earn— but when they began dating he started to work less and focus more and more on opening his own restaurant so he could spend more and more time with Avery and eventually with both Avery and Mars.

Their move to Providence Peak has allowed him to do just that— though he’s working in the capacity of a private chef more often than not as he tries to get the foundations planned for opening a restaurant of his own but he’s married to a woman he loves more than anything else with a step-son he’d do anything for and far happier than he ever imagined one man could possibly be. His little brother’s recent arrival in town has only deepened Jack’s happiness and as far as he’s concerned Providence Peak is something of a paradise made real.

#「 jack — general 」 » jack eaton.#providence.intro

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#that's a smiley boy #Andrew Lincoln #*#andygifs #*david attenborough voice* the sun #eye crinkles 💕💞#H A N D S #excuse me but the nose™️#this is almost trippy for how unlike rick the vibe is even though those are his clothes 😂#me: wholesome ....*notices what he's doing in two gifs*....there was an attempt #the curls: u do not control us *flip*#i have a job interview tomorrow and it's gonna be hot af i needed some serotonin

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rcncgaades · 3 years

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↪ brief introduction to prudence eaton.

BASICS

full name: prudence camryn eaton. nickname(s): prue, percy ( vastly preferred ). age: twenty-eight. date of birth: 19 october 1992. zodiac sign: libra. place of birth: blackpool, lancashire, england, united kingdom. ethnicity: white. nationality: british. gender: cis female. sexual orientation: homosexual. romantic orientation: homoromantic. religion: she was raised in a protestant household but her family was never all that tied to actively practicing religion and it was never something percy considered all that important to her day-to-day life. as an adult she’s definitely more agnostic leaning than anything. education: bachelors of science in zoology ( university of derby ), masters in biodiversity, evolution & conservation ( university college london ), dphil in zoology ( university of oxford ). occupation: research zoologist & wildlife photographer. language(s) spoken: english ( primarily ), french, german, russian, polish ( learned to the point of being able to carry on conversations during research projects across continental europe ). accent: she has a thick and immediately apparent northern english accent. she hasn’t lived in the united states for a significant period of time and it doesn’t take anyone more than a word or two to realize percy isn’t american.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: amelia eve. hair color: blonde ( she dyes it brown on occasion but for the most part it’s blonde ). eye color: green. height: 5′3″. weight: 120 lbs. build: slim, athletic. tattoos: an intricate tattoo of a lion on her back ( here ), a half sleeve flower themed tattoo on her left arm ( here ), a small tattoo on the inside of her right bicep of the sun rising/falling over the ocean inspired by a drawing her baby brother gave her when they were children ( here ). piercings: she has traditional ear piercings in her firsts and seconds, she has a nose ring in her left nostril; she had an eyebrow piercing for a long while but took it out when she began guest lecturing and occasionally teaching in earnest– it’s healed up since then. distinguishing characteristics: her accent, how bright and warm she is, her tattoos & piercings, how smart she is ( or so she’s been told by many, many people after speaking to them for all of five minutes ).

PERSONALITY

label: the adventurer. positive traits: adventurous, articulate, brilliant, charismatic, charming, compassionate, considerate, dedicated, earnest, empathetic, forgiving, genuine, hardworking, intuitive, loyal, passionate, sociable, sweet, warm. negative traits: ambitious, competitive, proud, sarcastic, stubborn. assertive, boisterous, excitable, haughty, obsessive, possessive, silly, superstitious. goals/desires: to make a positive impact on her community, to live a better life as an adult than she did as a child, to spend the rest of her life doing things she loves, to fall happily in love. fears: failure, proving to everyone where she grew up that she’s just as useless as they’d always claimed, disappointing her little brother, never seeing either of her brothers again, becoming anything like the worst parts of her parents. hobbies: spending time with her family, smoking ( both weed and tobacco cigarettes ), cooking, baking, gardening when she has the time to do it and the weather’s right for it, hiking, reading, doing research of almost any kind, spending time with her friends, going out– drinking, dancing, anything that lets her be social, watching nature documentaries, listening to podcasts, playing video games, learning new things, knitting, sex. quirks: she talks with her hands extensively, she self-corrects out loud if she uses british slang for something rather than the american equivalent, she rarely raises her voice for any reason at all, she can rattle off her favorite animals and fun facts about them at any given moment with no preparation whatsoever, she almost always has some pop song or another stuck in her head and can be heard humming it until she remembers the words. likes: animals of all kinds, mystery novels, nature documentaries, david attenborough, expensive liquor, pot brownies, baked goods of almost every kind, horror movies, music, flowers, being around people, sex, flirting, star wars, most marvel movies, rpg based video games, podcasts, true crime documentaries, her little brother, being a chef, learning anything new, talking to people about things they’re passionate about, her adopted parents & family. dislikes: her older brother, her childhood, people who don’t respect her & the hard work that’s gone into getting her to where she is in life, dark chocolate, milk, toxic people, accidentally killing plants, being alone for long periods of time, boredom, people who pick fights just to pick fights, bigots.

FAMILY

father: simon james ‘sj’ garrick ( biological ). mark william eaton ( adopted ). mother: claire ophelia ashby ( biological ). rose katherine eaton née prescott ( adopted ). sibling(s): jack charles garrick ( older ) & thomas rupert eaton ( younger ). michael andrew eaton ( older, adopted ). pet(s): a bernese mountain dog named jason & an australian cattle dog named piper. financial status: upper middle class.

BIOGRAPHY

( TW: teenage pregnancy, infidelity, drug use, overdose )

By all accounts— by every metric Percy could use to quantify the fact as an adult— Simon Garrick and Claire Ashby had never been ready to be parents. Was anyone ever really ready to be a parent? It was a question Percy had asked herself constantly as she’d gotten older but it had never been her place to judge– her parents hadn’t done her any favors but for at least some time they had tried to be present and helpful and Percy could never fault them for that. Blackpool– a seaside resort town on the English coast– had been home to Simon and Claire as long as they both could remember but they had remained strangers to one another until they met through a mutual friend when they were seventeen years old. The attraction had been immediate– a spark neither of them were prepared to deal with but allowed to catch and ignite the moment they met, an encounter that resulted in an unplanned pregnancy and a great deal of responsibility neither of them wanted staring them both in the face. Simon dropped out of sixth form promptly to begin working in earnest and provide for the family he certainly hadn’t expected to have but was willing to work to support nonetheless; Claire, after informing her parents, remained in school at her parents’ request though their relationship became strained from that moment on.

When Jack was born the couple was delighted— Simon took to being a father rather quickly and seemed to enjoy it while Claire was an absent mother at best in spite of Simon’s many attempts to help her feel more present in their son’s life. It was no secret to anyone at all that Claire was cheating on Simon with what was rumored to be every eligible man in Blackpool and though Simon was heartbroken by the rumors and the confidence he felt in their truthfulness– he never brought the issue up with Claire– choosing instead to look after their son and try to hold their family together as best he could. It was yet another accident that marked Claire’s second pregnancy when Jack was five and though Simon wasn’t even reasonably confident that the child was his he again prepared himself to be a father as best he possibly could. Percy was born on a cool October morning and from the moment she uttered her first cry her father was devoted to her and for the first time her mother dove headfirst into caring for both of her children with a zeal she’d never demonstrated prior.

Though they were on the poorer side they were happy for a great deal of Percy’s initial childhood and seemed to be primed to be that much happier when Claire found out she was pregnant with her third child when Percy was seven. It was yet more of the same in the Garrick-Ashby household until Tommy was around two and Claire eloped with a family friend and informed Simon plainly that she couldn’t handle being stuck in a dead end town with a dead end life and three children she hadn’t wanted in the first place. Simon was devastated but for the first year or two following Claire’s departure he managed to hold both himself and the family together rather well. Percy– already a brilliant girl intellectually and a spot of sunshine in the world as far as her father was concerned– began to help around the house to take some of the worry away from her father even going so far as to look after her baby brother whenever she wasn’t at school. Jack, who was sixteen, more or less stopped coming home and though Percy was aware he was essentially living with a friend’s across town she considered his absence in her life nothing short of abandonment and even as an adult holds a deep resentment towards him for that fact.

Things for the Garrick family began to unravel slowly— Simon began to spend what money he earned from work on cocaine and other drugs– he was still present and still loving but Percy found herself more and more becoming a parent to Tommy rather than a sister. When she was twelve Simon’s habits escalated to a rather expensive heroin addiction that Percy could hardly process, let alone deal with and though she tried her best to raise her brother and herself it was difficult for a child to raise another child. She was nearly thirteen when she came home from school with Tommy in tow to find their father had overdosed in their kitchen— an overdose that would, even after her frantic call to emergency services, eventually lead to his death. Without extended family to look after them and with Jack’s refusal to take on the responsibility of raising siblings he hardly knew both Percy and Tommy became wards of court.

Percy– already with a reputation for being a brilliant student– threw herself into her studies with that much more zeal as she and Tommy adjusted to life with their first foster family; her IQ was tested and she was placed into progressively more advanced courses until she was taking university classes part-time by the time she entered year eleven. Her foster parents supported her fully and there was frequent talk of adoption for both herself and Tommy— who was easily the most important person in her life bar none. She was very nearly eighteen by the time the adoption paperwork was processed and both she and Tommy were officially members of the Eaton family. Though she was reluctant to leave Tommy behind when she’d been his primary caregiver for so many years prior to being placed with their adoptive family it was the encouragement of her adoptive parents Mark and Rose that finally reassured Percy to the point of feeling comfortable applying to universities about as far away from Blackpool as she could get without leaving the country. Higher education was a world of splendor for Percy who had always been so fiercely curious and sharply intelligent– she finished her undergraduate degree six months earlier than most of his graduating class before moving on to study further.

Animals and zoology had been passions of hers from the moment she visited a zoo for the first time on an outing with her parents when she was still very young. She was fascinated by animals of all sorts and wanted to know everything about how to care for them and preserve the environments they called home. It seemed the logical choice for her to follow her chosen course of study as far as she could-- and when she was twenty-six she walked away from Cambridge with a degree in zoology to her name and several research positions made available to her over the whole of continental Europe and beyond if she chose to take them. Traveling across Europe to do the thing she loved more than anything in the world was a gift Percy had never had any inkling of taking advantage of and she eventually began to give guest lectures at universities in major cities near her work sites as well as develop a passion for photography she found delightful to explore when she was researching in far away countries she’d never imagined even seeing as a child. When her research positions drew closer to their deadlines and the projects she’d been working on were finalized she began to search for another place to call home-- eventually settling on Turtle Bay due largely in part to the fact that Tommy had found his way to the area for college and Percy couldn’t think of anything more delightful than doing work she loved with her little brother at her side-- even if the work is a bit more sporadic than she’d like-- she’s always been able to look on the bright side of things and she doesn’t see that changing.

#「 percy — general 」 » prudence eaton.#intro.

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The Strange World of Planet X

The Strange World of Planet X, also known as Cosmic Monsters, was released on a double bill with The Crawling Eye and stars Forrest Tucker of the same. It’s got a giant spider and a deep-voiced 50’s narrator droning about the terrors of the atomic age, in a film so dry all my plants shriveled up and my contact lenses adhered to my eyeballs.

Mad Dr. Laird, with the help of his assistants Gil and Michele, is baking things in intense magnetic fields in order to rearrange the molecules and turn metal into putty – the general idea is that someday this will allow them to melt enemy planes right out from under their pilots. Would that melt the pilots, too? Gross. At the same time and perhaps related, flying saucers are being sighted over Britain and a mysterious man named Mr. Smith is wandering around in the woods and getting worryingly chummy with local children. After a lot of standing around and talking, Smith reveals that he is from outer space and has come to warn us that Laird’s magnetic fields are tearing apart the Earth’s ionosphere, letting in cosmic rays that will mutate humans into murderers and insects into giants!

Since my last ETNW was fairly well-paced and entertaining, the law of averages tells us that this one’s gonna be a real turd, and sure enough… remember all my griping about how Radar Secret Service was literally unwatchable, as in I could not force myself to keep looking at it? The Strange World of Planet X is like that but with a British accent. Most of it is just ugly gray people in ugly gray rooms, droning on about whatever at far greater length than necessary. Everybody sounds like they’re reading their lines off cue cards, the photography was awful to begin with and the degraded print makes it really hard to tell what the hell is going on. Fuck this movie.

The film’s general insufferability is made all the worse because normally giant bug movies are among my favourite types of crappy old sci fi. What could possibly be more fun than giant grasshoppers crawling all over postcards of Chicago? If the bug bits were fun, that would go a long way towards saving this one, but of course, they’re terrible. It’s mostly too dark to even see the giant insects, and when we do see them, they’re nothing but close-ups of live (and sometimes dead) roaches and grasshoppers. Only a couple of shots even attempt to composite them in with live actors and those are so dark and blurry that it frankly wasn’t worth the effort.

The other main ‘effect’ in the movie is a couple of flying saucers. These are unidentifiable white blobs when far away, and ridiculous tinfoil models dangling from strings up close. The pie pans in Plan 9 from Outer Space are worse… but not by much.

What should be the most exciting part of the film is the battle in the woods between the soldiers and the giant bugs, but it’s mishandled in the same sort of way as the supposedly climactic fight in Invasion of the Neptune Men. There’s no narrative or any characters we care about – just soldiers running around shooting at things. Where are they? How close are they to the town? Are there civilians in peril? We don’t know. To be effective on screen, a battle needs a story. The battle in Army of Darkness is about the need to protect the Necronomicon. We can see the Deadites getting closer to the tower, as Ash pulls out more and more ridiculous secret weapons to keep them back. The Strange World of Planet X is just random people and bugs, not even in the same shot.

There is some half-decent magnetosphere science in the movie, I guess. The Earth’s magnetic field does protect us from the harsh radiation of outer space, although all the most harmful components of that come from the sun rather than from further afield, and such radiation can damage DNA. This is why the ozone layer was such a big deal in the 80’s. This space radiation is much more likely to give bugs cancer than to make them grow huge, but in a movie I can handle that. The really weird thing here is that, because they say it screens out the heaviest of the cosmic rays, they call the ionosphere the ‘heavyside layer’. I would not have thought it possible that Cats could make less sense and yet here we are.

If you want some proper Crap Movie Science, there’s their explanation of how the monsters grew so big – mutations for size were able to pile up quickly because insects breed fast and therefore evolve fast. I guess this makes more sense than individuals growing out of control as a result of whatever… but they appear to have applied it to a whole range of creatures regardless of their actual life cycles. Some insects do breed quickly, but quite a few of them have specific seasons and conditions for it. This feels like a nitpick, though… I mean, by watching a giant bug movie I’ve already accepted that they can become huge so I should probably just shut up.

As an interesting note, Smith mentions that on his home planet there are giant dragonflies. He doesn’t say how giant, though he implies they’re big enough to ride on. Firstly, man, I wanna ride a giant dragonfly! Second, this tells us that Smith’s home planet has more oxygen in its atmosphere than Earth, because the reason insects can’t get bigger than they do is because they don’t actively breathe, but have to let oxygen diffuse into their tissues on its own (this is why there were six foot millipedes during the Carboniferous era — more oxygen in the air). The writers, sadly, do not seem to have known or cared about this, since Smith himself shows no signs of having to adjust to our atmosphere. Missed opportunity there.

Since this is me, of course I’m gonna talk about how the movie treats women. Click the back button now. There are several female characters in The Strange World of Planet X, and while they're pretty bland they do manage to have conversations with each other about things besides men, and the honest impression I get is that the writers are trying really hard not to be assholes. The first woman we meet is Michele, who has been assigned as Dr. Laird’s new computer operator after the previous one was electrocuted in a lab accident. When he learns that the replacement is a woman, Laird complains about it loudly, protesting that ‘this is skilled work!’, and Gil gripes that female scientists are dour and unattractive. Michele, of course, proves them both wrong – she is both brilliant and pretty, the latter mostly so that she can be Gil’s love interest but also at least in part to shatter the stereotype. It's thanks to movies like this setting the precedent that modern films are up to their eyeballs in hot but useless science women… but like I said, they tried.

The script is actually at great pains to emphasize that Michele is intelligent, educated, and the equal of any of the men, at least where science is concerned. Unfortunately, its way of going about it is to have them praise her for every little thing she says and does, to the point where it starts to sound awfully patronizing. They call her ‘clever girl’ like she’s six years old and it frequently comes across as their complimenting her intelligence in order to deflect when she asks awkward questions.

Naturally there’s a love triangle in this movie. It appears only to be immediately and peacefully resolved, and Gil’s rival for Michele’s affections is dead shortly thereafter. Why fucking bother?

A tad better-treated is Jane, the little girl fascinated by arthropods (she describes them as ‘bugs’, saying all insects are bugs, but not all bugs are insects. While entomologically incorrect, this same definition of bug was used by David Attenborough in Micro Monsters, so I’m okay with it). One of the reasons I think the writers were earnestly trying to be feminist is because they place a girl in this role rather than a boy. Susan Redway isn’t any better than any of the other actors, but the character was definitely written by somebody who knew what appeals to children. I love the bit where Jane promises to show her new teacher her favourite type of beetle, delightedly informing her, “they’re horrid-looking!”

The teacher, Miss Forsyth, is another attempt to buck a stereotype. Jane complains that she hated her previous teacher, who was appalled by her interest in crawly things. Miss Forsythe makes a good first impression by encouraging her instead. Again, this feels like the writers really were trying. They want to say that the right thing to do here is to support Jane’s interests and ambitions, and someday perhaps she’ll be a talented entomologist, just as Michele is a computer whiz.

From a twenty-first century point of view, this makes for an odd contrast with one of the other notable features of how women are portrayed in this movie – they don’t come alone. Adult women in The Strange World of Planet X must have a male partner, and if they don’t start out with one they will be assigned one! Michele pairs up with Gil, and Miss Forsythe accepts a date with the man who saved her from one of the mutants. This second budding relationship has no effect on the story and indeed is never referenced again, it’s just there. All the other women we meet are either dating or married… although now that I think of it this may be less sexist than it is a way to make a point of Dr. Laird’s single-minded obsession with his work. Everybody else, even scientists, has time to be a human being – but not him.

I should also discuss one more interesting tidbit offered by Smith. He says his people have been watching humanity and studying us basically since we invented ourselves, and they have never interfered before now. Why now? Out of ‘enlightened self-interest’, he says – this is the closest humans have yet come to destroying ourselves, but it’s also the closest we’ve come to being a threat to our extraterrestrial observers. One of Dr. Laird’s experiments, intended to destroy enemy planes, brought down a flying saucer instead! The fact that Smith is willing to admit this suggests that he is extremely confident about the aliens’ ability to strike back if humanity should decided to start shooting down saucers on purpose. The finale then bears this out… although it also left me thinking that the film could have ended very differently if only hacking had been a thing in the fifties!

So yet another instance of good ideas, unexplored and badly executed. Also yet another black and white movie… what is that, six in a row? Yikes. See you in ten days, when I promise I will have something for you in colour. It’ll be like slogging through the beginning of Season Eight and then finally arriving at The Giant Spider Invasion!

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #the strange world of planet x #cosmic monsters #fuck this movie #50s #tw: spiders #giant arthropod hours

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Timelapse of the future: A Journey to the End of Time

How's it all gonna end?

This experience takes us on a journey to the end of time, trillions of years into the future, to discover what the fate of our planet and our universe may ultimately be.

We start in 2019 and travel exponentially through time, witnessing the future of Earth, the death of the sun, the end of all stars, proton decay, zombie galaxies, possible future civilizations, exploding black holes, the effects of dark energy, alternate universes, the final fate of the cosmos - to name a few.

This is a picture of the future as painted by modern science - a picture that will surely evolve over time as we dig for more clues to how our story will unfold. Much of the science is very recent - and new puzzle pieces are still waiting to be found. To me, this overhead view of time gives a profound perspective - that we are living inside the hot flash of the Big Bang, the perfect moment to soak in the sights and sounds of a universe in its glory days, before it all fades away.

Although the end will eventually come, we have a practical infinity of time to play with if we play our cards right. The future may look bleak, but we have enormous potential as a species.

Featuring the voices of David Attenborough, Craig Childs, Brian Cox, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Michelle Thaller, Lawrence Krauss, Michio Kaku, Mike Rowe, Phil Plait, Janna Levin, Stephen Hawking, Sean Carroll, Alex Filippenko, and Martin Rees.

#motion #videos #space #uzay #timelapse #evolution #evrim #time #zaman #cosmos #kozmos #evren

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spacehologramcollection · 5 years

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The Kombat Kast and their guilty pleasures;

Here, have some fluff, I’m so tired, so the NSFW post is coming tomorrow! I’m adding loads of people to it! GIFS don’t belong to me/ I didn’t make them!

· Kabal; Bubble Baths. He will never admit that he actually likes bubble baths and reading a trashy magazine. Can you believe this guy married a pasty from Greggs, type trashy magazine. The man likes to be pampered, but like don’t tell anyone. After a day of working at HQ, in such proximity of Kano, he feels like he needs to bathe in bleach. So yeah, LUSH is his favourite store, he has so many bath bombs, soaps, bubble baths etc. He’ll lay back, relax and listen to some trashy music. Indie music is also his Guilty pleasure. He loves him some Lumineers… don’t tell anyone. He likes Trashy TV but that ain’t no secret. He’ll love it if you share his bath with him, even though the tub may not be big enough, he’ll love it when you stroke his hair and help massage lotion into him. Nothing more has to be done, he just loves feeling close to you.

· Sub Zero (Kuai Liang); Whilst he pretends that he doesn’t have time for himself/ does not have guilty pleasures. He does have one prominent one; our man Kuai, likes to read a lot of fiction. Whilst he may not have seen Game of Thrones, he’s read it, the same with the Witcher Series. He loves fantasy fiction, would not object to playing dungeons and dragons. Bi-Han always winds him up about it. You’ll catch him reading, pretending its some ancient tome, and he’s actually reading Lord of the Rings. He has like the face of the shocked Pikachu meme. You won’t let him live it down, will you?

· Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi); He loves to watch trashy TV with you. Once you introduce him to something like, Sex and the City, My strange Addiction or Desperate Housewives. He fucking lives for the drama, because it doesn’t involve him. He’s sat smirking, eating some popcorn, thanking everything under the sun, this doesn’t involve him. Please, do not, tell anyone. Also, makes him feel better about himself. He’s also amazed at the trivial problems of others. If anyone found out about this, it would take away from his “I am fucking grumpy” attitude, he’s spent years procuring.

· Kenshi; Is it a guilty pleasure to like comfort? It is when you live for fluffy socks and Pjs. He loves nothing more than to sit there, pjs on, fluffy blanket wrapped around him, you tucked under his arm. The pair of you watching/listening to a nature documentary, which neither of you particular care for, just shitting you, you’re both really into it. David Attenborough is everyone’s Grandad. Plus, his voice is really soothing, so Kenshi likes to listen to it. Takeda gets embarrassed when he catches you like this, quickly exits the room, pretending he hasn’t just seen you both. You’re both secretly really old at heart. He also loves the sound of the ocean, it soothes him, but he doesn’t want to admit that he’s got that playing in his headphones.

· Cassie Cage; Do not tell anyone. But she actually loves shopping and doing semi-normal things. She’s never had a normal life, by far, between being Sonya Blades daughter and Johnny Cages daughter; her life has always been hectic. So being able to go shopping with you makes her feel normal. She also loves spending a night in, letting you do each other’s hair, face masks and trying out new makeup looks. Sharing a giant pizza and laughing way too loudly. She loves spending time with you, because with you, she just has to be herself. She’s just Cassie in moments like this, she’s not a Cage or a Blade. Just herself.

· Erron Black; His guilty pleasure is he actually likes to drink wine. Not even red, fucking rose. You heard me guys. Erron Fucking Black, likes to drink Rose wine to relax and un-wind. It started as you two running out of Whisky and drinking whatever was left, which was Rose. To him actually liking it. He begs you not to tell, because that would ruin his image, it’s all playful though. He’ll love letting you curl up with him, both sharing a bottle, surrounded by candles and listening to country music. Another Guilty Pleasure is he actually likes modern music. Not good modern music either, trashy modern music. Kabal has rubbed off on him. His and Kabal’s stakeout song, was totally ‘Unwritten’ By Natasha Bedingfield.

· Raiden; No pleasure to a God is guilty. He’s not sure what a guilty pleasure is to be honest with you. Should he feel guilty about enjoying somethings? Bless him. He’s trying to understand Mortals, but we are a weird fucking lot. Every time he thinks he’s figured out, there’s always something else. So, he doesn’t see it as a Guilty Pleasure. But he loves Red Pandas. He’s not sure why he loves them. He just does. Could it be, that they look shocked and surprised all the time? Or their tails and how they use it as a blanket sometimes? He’s not sure, but when he sees them, he smiles.

· Johnny Cage; He likes to watch soppy films and cry. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he does love a good Rom-Com, one that would make him tear up. You have to endure all the shit classics, like Titanic, god does he get crying at Titanic. You don’t understand it. Anything in which a dog is in danger, gets him going to. Like you understand the dog thing. But crying at Romeo and Juliet, the modern one (We had to study this in English Language, it is fucking ridiculous) whilst eating Ice Cream is his Guilty pleasure. You’re there for support, you have to tell him that there was room for two on that door. It’s sort of cute and endearing. He also likes to go to Taco Bell at fucking midnight. Neither of you have to get dressed, just get in the car, he’ll go through the Drive Thru. All is good in the world.

· Bi-Han; He has a soft spot for hot chocolate with marshmallows in them. He’d like to drink them with you, whilst listening to some music, talking about absolute shit. Don’t tell Kuai, but he believes in Aliens. He fucking knows there’s something else out there. Don’t even fucking start. Don’t laugh. He remembers watching ET, that freaky fucking thing creeped him the fuck out. He’s got to be prepared. Introduce him to X-Files and he’ll be so happy. But yeah, late night hot chocolate, talking about rubbish till 2 in the morning. Both in matching navy pjs. Engraved, matching pjs.

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Notebook

I wake up with the sun shining on my face. Two slices of bread sink into the toaster, the coffee beans into the funnel of the coffee grinder.

Thoughts rattle in my head like the wheels of a mill. What is happening in America? What in Germany? Has there been another natural disaster or a humanitarian crisis?

Two slices of bread jump out of the toaster and are greeted by the hiss of my espresso pot.

I open my notebook and the information pours over me like a torrent: Trump: Superspreader in the White House! Freedom of the press in Belarus in danger! Brazil is on fire!

As is so often the case, I pull it all in, all “information” is absorbed. But do I become more informed? Or brought into formation, with so many people who consume information en masse every day without reflecting on it until they become numb and dull.

A video title catches the eye: "Arte: Is the digital generation a sick generation?"

*click

Doctors and scientists talk about the negative influence of tablets, smartphones etc. on early childhood development. They also talk about the power social media wields over young people in constant social media frenzy.

“Unfortunate”, I think and look at my cell phone. Is there a new message? I feel empty, almost like I've been through four nights. Hangover

With the sun having already reached its highpoint, the glare of the screen is so blinding that I have to pull the blinds to see David Attenborough, whose familiar voice is coming from the speakers.

He has always been my childhood idol and at ninety-four is more passionate than ever when it comes to bringing people closer to the value of nature and the price of its loss. He draws his optimism from the young, committed people who have been raising their voices louder and louder in recent years, he says to the interviewer.

I pause and close the notebook. I pick up the cell phone, this time to turn it off. The door slams shut and I swing onto my bike.

Looking for a quiet spot in the city I find a sunlit bench, which is protected from the eyes of other park visitors by dahlia beds and hornbeam hedges.

I sit down and take the notebook out of my pocket, this time it's made of paper not of metal.

(in german, the neologism “notebook” is used synonymous to “laptop”)

#thoughts #analogsociety #reflection #unplugged

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yourfaveanon · 5 years

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David Attenborough voice: one of the herd spots an unexpected visitor, but after deciding there is no immediate danger, he’s off to frolic in the sun

#this is a nightmare I'm getting motion sick #lukasz piszczek #Borussia dortmund #why is this shot like prison security footage #the boys out in the yard #or the footage of the hours leading up to the incident #god #only the leggie is worth it #show us more leggie

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spaceshipkat · 6 years

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king/dom of ash snark

the excerpts can be found here.

i’m here and salty and full of spite so

it starts out with rowboat’s POV, apparently, though it’s just entitled The Prince and the entire passage doesn’t list a single name.

He had been hunting for her since the moment she was taken from him.

His mate.

He barely remembered his own name. And only recalled it because his three companions spoke it while they searched for her across violent and dark seas, through ancient and slumbering forests, over storm-swept mountains already buried in snow.

for fuck’s sake why does sj/m always think that putting “mate” in its own paragraph is dramatic? epic? uhhhhhh no? it sounds like she’s trying to narrate like david attenborough, but not in a good way.

also, what the fuck is with that third paragraph’s fragment? okay i was trying to fix it but ain’t nobody got time for that. moving on.

He stopped long enough to feed his body and allow his companions a few hours of sleep. Were it not for them, he would have flown off, soared far and wide.

But he would need the strength of their blades and magic, would need their cunning and wisdom before this was through.

mmkay so the way that third paragraph up top is worded, it sounds like his three companions are off searching forests and seas and mountains, apart from him. but apparently they’re all together, according to the above two paragraphs? god this is so bad already what the fuck.

“The only time he stopped was when he ate, when his companions slept; he needed their blades and magic, their cunning and wisdom, to find her.”

that’s better. not great bc i was trying to stay with sj/m’s words, but better.

Before he faced the dark queen who had torn into his innermost self, stealing his mate long before she had been locked in an iron coffin. And after he was done with her, after that, then he’d take on the cold-blooded gods themselves, hell-bent on destroying what might remain of his mate.

whut. the way she wrote that first sentence makes it seem as though it was cut off mid-thought. okay i tried to finish that sentence too but...it doesn’t make any sense what the fucking hell?????? did sj/m have a brain fart mid-sentence???

also, what the fuck is “And after he was done with her, after that” like why is that extra “after that” there?? it’s the same goddamn sentence, sj/m. we can follow along better than you! stop padding the word count and pretending you’re GRRM and Tolkien! fuck!

And sometimes, he spoke along the bond between them, sending his soul on the wind to wherever she was held captive, entombed.

I will find you.

Last of the Mohicans, is that you?

mmkay here comes alien’s part, though...why is it entitled “The Princess”??? i mean it was worded that way in the first quote blooms shared, but this just seems like she’s regressing in her ego, which is so unlike alien and sj/m.

The iron smothered her. It had snuffed out the fire in her veins, as surely as if the flames had been doused.

sj/m, i nominate you to lead the department of redundancy department.

She could hear the water, even in the iron box, even with the iron mask and chains adorning her like ribbons of silk. The roaring; the endless rushing of water over stone. It filled the gaps between her screaming.

why is she screaming?

“iron mask and chains adorning her like ribbons of silk” who knew an iron mask looked like ribbons of silk. much wow.

also, “ribbons of silk”??? who walks around with goddamn ribbons all over them, especially silk ones????? all i can picture is a mummy?

A sliver of island in the heart of a mist-veiled river, little more than a smooth slab of rock amid the rapids and falls. That’s where they’d put her. Stored her. In a stone temple built for some forgotten god.

this passage directly follows the line about her screaming ^^^ and I Am Confusion. how the fuck do you hop from screaming to describing the landscape? furthermore, how would alien even know what the landscape looked like??? she was in a goddamn iron coffin.

and the fragments in that paragraph alone are nauseating. what was so wrong with writing it like this:

“They’d put her on a a smooth slab of rock amid the rapids and falls in the heart of a mist-veiled river.”

so she’s in a river, but also near rapids and also near falls...has sj/m ever looked at a river? or a waterfall? or gone white water rafting? the rapids aren’t near the falls? how many falls are there? there’s no way she could be nearby all of them?

okay okay and also she’s on a sliver of an island, on a smooth slab of rock, and in a stone temple. WHICH IS IT SJ/M? DID MAEVE DIVIDE ALIEN AND THROW HER ARMS OVER THERE AND HER LEGS OVER THERE LIKE THE GODDAMN SCARECROW?

No matter how often her screams drowned out the raging river. No matter how often the snap of her bones cleaved through the bellowing rapids.

She had tried to keep track of the days.

i have whiplash

But she did not know how long they had kept her in that iron box. How long they had forced her to sleep, lulled into oblivion by the sweet smoke they’d poured in while they traveled here. To this island, this temple of pain.

She did not know how long the gaps lasted between her screaming and waking. Between the pain ending and starting anew.

Days, months, years - they bled together, as her own blood often slithered over the stone floor and into the river itself.

dear god almighty please take away sj/ms ability to type.

mmkay so why are they putting her to sleep if they’re also making her scream? wouldn’t it be better to keep her awake? i do not condone torture, obv, but sj/m has a severe misunderstanding of how to go about doing it. you want someone to crack, you either keep them in absolute silence or make it so loud that they can’t ever fall asleep.

A princess who was to live for a thousand years. Longer.

That had been her gift. It was now her curse.

oh hey that looks familiar

She did not feel the warm hand of the goddess who had blessed and damned her with such terrible power. She wondered if that goddess of light and flame even cared that she now lay trapped within the iron box - or if the immortal had transferred her attentions to another. To the king who might offer himself in her stead and in yielding his life, spare their world.

i’m nitpicking here, but...why did sj/m use “immortal” for the goddess? what was wrong with the gender-neutral “deity”? (it’s the one i use every time.) bc immortal implies the goddess is like the fae, who are also immortal. sooooooo...what are they, sj/m? deities or fae?

but also, who is the king she’s referring to? dorian??? why the fuck would alien think that way? “oh poo i’m trapped in an iron coffin hmm why didn’t i take up dorian, who actually rules a kingdom bc he grew up in that kingdom and knows what he’s doing, when he offered to hop in here in my place?” or is she referring to rowboat (who isn’t king cough cough)? it seems unlikely, considering they’re ~mates~ but i don’t know of any other kings.

Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom...

Down she would drift, deep into that darkness, into the sea of flame. Down so deep that when the whip cracked, when bone sundered, she sometimes did not feel it.

Most times she did.

huh i actually like this passage. cool.

A prince of ice and wind. A prince who had been hers, and she his. Long before the bond between their souls became known to them.

It was upon him that the task of protecting that once-glorious kingdom now fell.

The prince whose scent was kissed with pine and snow, the scent of that kingdom she had loved with her heart of wildfire.

no, it is not upon him bc he has no claim to the throne. spouses of royals do not automatically become the new leader of a kingdom just bc you want it, sj/m. it doesn’t work that way god fucking dammit.

why is she always talking about scents? like, there are other ways to remember people? their voice, maybe? bc at least that doesn’t sound nauseating.

The dark queen with a spider’s smile tried to wield it against her. In the obsidian webs she wove, the illusions and dreams she spun at the culmination of each breaking point, the queen tried to twist the memory of him as a key into her mind.

you heard it here, folks! spiders can smile! who knew! wow!

also i just can’t get a handle on what the fuck they��re doing to alien? are they making her sleep? torturing her? trying to get information? weaving “obsidian webs”? and for that matter, what info are they even trying to get????

They were blurring. The lies and truths and memories. Sleep and the blackness in the iron coffin. The days bound to the stone altar in the center of the room, or hanging from a hook in the ceiling, or strung up between chains anchored into the stone wall. It was all beginning to blur, like ink in water.

whut. so they’re...literally moving the coffin around? to different places? what? how does that even achieve anything? a coffin is a coffin no matter where you mount it, and it seems unlikely they’d pull alien out of the coffin, so...welp.

So she told herself the story. The darkness and the flame deep within her whispered it, too, and she sang it back to them. Locked in that coffin hidden on an island within the heart of a river, the princess recited the story, over and over, and let them unleash an eternity of pain upon her body.

Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom...

once again, sj/m, i nominate you to lead the department of redundancy department. bc this entire thing was just repeating itself verbatim? no wonder k0a 992 pages.

well that was cathartic and frustrating in equal measure. awesome. if you need me, i’ll be flying myself straight into the sun.

#anti koa #anti tog #kat rambles #anti sjm

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