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evilwizard · 4 months

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The Lich Who Stole Christmas

Every tumblrina in tumblr liked Christmas a lot.

But the lich, who lived just north of Tumblr, did not!

The lich hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his skull wasn’t screwed on quite right. It could be, perhaps, that his skin was too tight.

But I think that the likeliest reason of all… was his heart was encased by a strange lead-lined ball.

“Last year I made something that I thought in would usher

A new age of magic—my prized OrphanCrusher.

But my patents were stolen, and my sweet new invention

Is now being used… with good-ish intentions.

You see, Christmas wishes contain lots of magic;

And my device extracts it through methods so tragic

That I dare not mention them directly here

Though the name might clue in certain readers, I fear.

The Wizard Council, now that they possess this device,

Might use it, this year, to stamp out wizard vice.

Though the process might turn quite a few kids to carrion,

The Wiz Council’s ethics are utilitarian.

So what shall I do? What is to be done?

It seems rather clear that this Christmas can’t come.

But I’ve read a few books, and I know a few tricks

So this year I’ll steal Christmas, while dressed as Saint Nick!”

So the wizard of evil returned to his lair

Stitched a red suit, and did up his hair

Built a sleek sled—and—who among us,

Could hope for a much better Rudolph than Krongus?

They took to the skies, that next Christmas Eve,

And tailgated Santa, whom they hoped to deceive

At every house he left presents, they quickly descended,

And stole the decor and the gifts he’d intended.

And when the dark wizard’s sleigh was full-loaded with gifts,

He tugged at the reigns, and they made for The Rift!

A place where the veil between worlds was thin…

And a brilliant place to dump the gifts in!

“You see,” he told Krongus, as they approached that strange crack,

“Once something goes in, it can never come back!”

“Moreover, it’s perfect,” the wizard did sing,

“For The Rift destroys every part of that thing!”

“Every instance, every atom in all multiverses,

Will be undone as though by my special dark curses.

Not a gram, not a dust speck or mote shall remain,

And no one will even remember their name!”

“But sire,” muttered Krongus, “would it not be more precise,

If you simply put in the OrphanCrusher device?”

The evil wizard thought of this, parking his sleigh in the snow.

He’d made quite a trip, and this seemed quite a blow.

“I do have one here,” he told that weird devil.

“But destroying Christmas seems rather more evil!”

Then, far behind him, and the gifts he had pillaged,

He heard a small noise coming from Tumblr Village.

It was simply a song, of holiday spirit,

But the wizard was utterly shocked just to hear it.

“It came without ribbons! It came without tags!

It came without packages, boxes or bags!”

Then the lich thought of something he hadn’t before.

Could it be Christmas was some kind of contagion or spore?

What happened next? Well, in Tumblr, they say,

The lich’s dead heart exploded that day!

And the combustive force of that villainous blast,

Airlifted the sleigh, and brought it right back,

To the village, where Tumblrinas rejoiced!

Then continued to sing, and lift up their voice.

And back at the rift, the lich, with head in a spin,

At the edge of the rift dropped the OrphanCrusher in.

So Christmas was saved, by accident mostly,

Though performing a good deed turned the bad wizard ghostly.

“Come, Krongus—we must now return to my tower,

While I wait several months to return to full power.”

And at Wizard Council HQ, certain strategist seers,

Saw all this occur through the orbs that they peered.

They smiled, and high-fived, and struck up the band,

Pleased that these events had gone just as planned.

#evil poetry #long post #happy holidays <|:^)

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cheriladycl01 · 17 days

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Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P8

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

Everyone was panicking. Alex was out of his car pacing back and forth in the Audi garage as Lily tried to calm him down. They refused to show the reply or any current footage of what was going on. But Lily had seen it live and even she was struggling to not cry herself.

Lando was sat with his head in his hands, crying over the reason for such a bad crash. He wouldn't forgive himself, no matter how bad the crash had been, even if you just came out with a small scrape. You were on track to winning the race as well. Not that that really mattered as your unconscious self was being hauled out of the burning car that had started to catch alight when the fuel tank burst and leaked.

One courageous marshal managed to pull you out, as they were pulling you out they weren't thinking about any broken bones they just wanted to get you out the car.

They laid you down on the floor, not taking your helmet of but flipping the visor up to see if you were awake, which of course you weren't.

They held your wrist looking for a heartbeat screaming for a medic to come over and help you. In record speed time, emergency services had managed to get a helicopter to airlift you to the best hospital in Belgium.

When the drivers saw the helicopter fly off, they could tell it was a bad crash, not that they couldn't tell before but the fact you needed to be airlifted had them worrying.

Lando was near close to being sick, Oscar at his side rubbing his back as he dry-heaved into a bin.

"Oh my god, I've killed my best friend" he cried and Oscar right now had no idea what to actually say to him.

"No you haven't, she's going to be okay!" Oscar says rubbing his crying friends back.

Charles was num, he didn't know what to think and he actually couldn't talk to Carlos. Was this his fault... no it was the rain, and your team, and your radio, and your car, and Lando's fault and he was so terribly angry when he thought about it fully.

Joris had talked him out of the abyss that was Charles mind and the whirlpool of thoughts he was flowing down. He told him off when Charles started to angrily play the blame game, explaining it wasnt anyone's fault and that you knew the risks of racing.

The race wasn't continued, with only two laps to go. Lando won, Lewis in P2 and Charles in P3, that should have been your first race win and it was a dull celebration hearing your shared national anthem with Lando when it was supposed to be you up there.

He didn't do his usual champagne pop, none of them actually even popped the champagne just handing it off to their teams to enjoy who just passed it back as no one was really in the mood to drink.

Interviews were even more dull.

"Hello Charles, pleasure to have you here!" the interviewer smiles, trying their best to lighten the mood but you'd become such a presence around the paddock over the last few races that it was strange not having you around.

Charles just nods and she awkwardly looks down at her note pad.

"So obviously not a great race with the end there, but you had a spectacular race despite the rain and that long pitstop. Can you comment more on that?"

"Yeah, I think not only the drivers find working in those conditions tense and they want then best for you. Obviously the long pitstop had me loosing a few positions but like normal you just push harder and gain those places back, P3 was better than we hoped for and I shouldn't have been up on that podium today" he nods and his interview is wrapped up insanely quickly.

"Any last comments on Y/N, any insight on her condition and how she's doing?" she asks tentatively.

"No, sorry I don't!" he says with a grit in his teeth before his PR manager takes his arm and guides him away with a final nod to the interviewer saying this was over.

Lando and Alex couldn't even do any of their media duties, too upset by what happen to you that they went straight back to the hotel. Alex and Lily actually travelled to the hospital where you were at now with your family and personal trainer to see if they could find anything more out.

They arrived at the hospital in record time considering the one and a half hour drive it took to get from the race track to Brussels where you were being treated.

"Hi, we're looking for Y/N Y/L/N?" Lily asks knowing Alex had been a little choked up the whole time and could barley get his words out.

"Ah, yes are you immediate family?" she asks looking over the two of the with an eyebrow raised.

"No, but I'm her team-mate she's a race car driver and she" Alex blurts out only for the woman to interrupt him.

"Got into an accident at the race, I'm aware. Her family are on the 2nd floor outside a private suite near the trauma unit. You can go talk to them but there's no visitors in her room right now!" she exclaims and they both nod, running towards the lift to make their way up.

"Do you think she's going to be okay?" Alex choked out looking to Lily. He didn't know what to do if they came up and she wasn't okay.

"She's a strong girl, the halo did an amazing job protecting her. She'll be okay, I'm sure of it!" Lily say pulling her boyfriend in for a cuddle which he accepted nuzzling into her comforting smell.

The lift dinged and they stepped out, immediately stepped out seeing various doctors and nurses rushing around, even though it seemed like calm and organized rush.

They spot a group of people and your personal trainer, which Alex deducts easily that its your family. Both him and Lily tentatively walk over seeing your mother crying her eyes out into your father and your whole family looked the farthest thing from okay.

"Erm, hey" Alex smiles towards your personal trainer who also looks worried rubbing the back of his neck. Both your parents snap their head towards Alex, your mother immediately sobbing harder pulling him into a kind and gentle hug.

"Oh she loved driving with you so much, Alex right? She talked about you and how welcomed you made her feel!" she cries and Alex feels sickness building in his stomach and throat.

Your mother was using the past tense as if you were already dead and he didn't dare ask the question. He just continued holding your mum as she continued to cry.

Your father, who was trying hard to hold back his tears but ultimately was failing gave Alex a kind smile before reaching for his wife to pull her back.

"H-how is she?" Lily gulps, knowing Alex didn't have it in him to ask.

"Sh-she died on the way here apparently and she'd flatlined again once she was here. But she's in emergency surgery and their doing everything for her" her dad says and sighs not really knowing what else to do.

They all sit and wait, waiting for any news on your condition.

It felt like hours before a nurse and doctor cam trotting over to all of them.

"Family of Y/N Y/L/N?" she asks and looks around at each of them and your mum stands up grabbing your dads hand.

"Yes that's us, we are her parents" she says pointing between the two of them.

"Can we talk to you privately please?" she asks noticing the big group that included children.

"Alex, darling you should come with us so you can update her friends" your mum reaches out for him and he nods following the doctor into a private consultation room.

"So, is my daughter going to be okay?" your mum asks the pending question.

"We did everything we could, and she's a very strong girl considering her injuries. She'll be okay but she wont be racing for at least 3 months, might be the whole season depending on how much she pushes herself in physio therapy when she's up and moving" he smiles and your dad starts to fully sob hearing his little girl was going to be okay.

"What happened to her. Why did she flat line?" your mother asks.

"Her injuries were extensive. She fractured her spine, broke 3 ribs which caused her left lung collapsed which deprived her of oxygen. Which didn't help the minor head and neck injuries she suffered, and of course the fuel leak caused burns on her arms and legs" he listed of her extensive injuries that seemed to be non-stop.

"Holy shit" Alex admitted and took a seat.

"You can see her now, she's still under anesthetic and it wont ware off for a few hours but you can see her" he smiles and lets your family all hug before running out to the rest to tell them you were in fact okay.

Alex explained to Lily everything that happened and she also felt relieved. He asked if she was able to send a message to the Whatsapp chat while he got a drink of water to try and calm his heart rate down.

He ended up talking them through your condition and the fact that only your immediate family were allowed in right now but he and Lily could go in after and that your parents had expressed that they were all more than welcome to come see you.

All of them agreed that they would of course come and see you tomorrow. Your family and Alex all tweeted about how you were doing and that they would ask you to make a video or statement when you were awake and with the world.

Everyone was just glad that you were alive... and were starting to plan their trip to come see you.

A/N: Y/N going to be out of racing until after the summer break? Oh no! ... what will she do!

Also my google search history is wild after this chapter where i had to look up the healing time for all her injuries....

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adventuressclubamericas · 7 days

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Cool Stuff in New Orleans – Music Box Village

In New Orleans’ Bywater neighborhood there stands a unique sculpture garden. While appearing to be a collection of treehouses and cottages, each “house” is in fact a musical instrument. The work of the more than 80 artists with the New Orleans Airlift arts program, Music Box Village is “…inspired by the everyday presence of music in New Orleans, and the city’s under-celebrated class of tinkerers, inventors, and avant-garde musicians….” During public hours, guests are invited to experiment with sound-play; the site is also a performance venue for local, regional, and national acts. Music Box Village also hosts arts workshops in many different media, and invites its guests to sample local cuisine and beverages at the on-site bar.

For more information about Music Box Village, visit https://musicboxvillage.com/

For more cool stuff in New Orleans, check out missfishercon.com/new-orleans

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awsugar · 27 days

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best mcr songs and why

ok well my top 5: heaven help us, boy division, deathwish, vampires, famous last words

only the first two are in specific order

heaven help us has been my favorite mcr song for a looooooong time and it’s like. MY song. everyone i know knows what is my song. when i listen to it in the car, before the tour even started, i envision myself on barricade hearing it live and i CRY!! every time, like i’ve cried in a full face of makeup listening to heaven help us on the way to work multiple times. it’s the best….it’s everything. the first time they played it live on tour in europe my friend who i had never spoken to on the phone before CALLED ME AT WORK to tell me about it and i had to go hyperventilate in the bathroom. i held out hope all tour hoping i would get ut at one of my shows and i DIDNT!!! when tour was like over and they played it twice in la i literally was sitting in my bed SOBBING! at like 2am on the east coast…but listen i’m putting out the energy for them to play it at wwwy….surely they will have the time to play the bsides! or at least one of them. i’m serious like ok yes, hearing tbp live in full twice is going to change the trajectory of my life all over again!! i cant even imagine me and all my friends together hearing the heart monitor start without thinking well surely someone is going to projectile vomit…like. it’s that. it’s that serious. i’m going to rethink and grace and shit my pants and cry and scream and i may need to be airlifted out of the las vegas festival grounds. but heaven help us….i cant die until i get heaven help us!!

boy division just. fuck. it slays. i remember when it leaked. like the night before it came out there was a preview of it on like german amazon or something 😭 and i remember i kept listening to those 30 seconds over and over again and CRYING!!!! like sobbing, if i could get my og macbook to turn on i have really embarrassing pics of myself bawling on photo booth FHDEIKEK. but also i remember thinking, when it came out, i ALWAYS thought like oh my god this is going to go so hard live. SO HARD. and then they broke up and every single time i listened to it i thought about how we would never get to hear it live and what a damn fucking shame that was. and then they reunited and i went to the shrine and they played make room and i was like ooooooh. well now there is a REAL chance that i could hear boy division one day. i manifested it for the 2.5 years between that show and the tour and when i saw the eden 1 setlist leak before the show and boy division was on it i actually like almost shat in the office at work. and then yes they played it at my first show on the tour mk1 and like at least half of my shows on the tour i swear i made that happen by sheer force of will.

deathwish. just always been one of my favorites, it goes SO hard, it’s so fun to sing, it really like the melody of it just pulls on my heart it tugs it makes me so melancholy so. i don’t even know what feelings it invokes it just makes me FEEL. this big bubble in my chest. and the lyrics are so good like it’s really a quintessential mcr song for me. no one else writes music like that.

vampires is just like. idk the iconic. the first single. it “locked in that darkness” i remember when they played it for the first time in philly, bc we were all camping for albany which was the next night and we were watching the stream around a someone macbook in the queue and when vampires started ohhhh it was over!!! they played it at my first show in 2011 and even though i have like a horrible memory especially for my childhood/teenage years and i don’t REMEMBER my first mcr show i always like remembered the fact that vampires was like the best live performance of a song i’d ever heard, and i have been to a LOT of shows and i’ve seen a LOT of bands and vampires never fails!

and flw, listen…i know people like to hate on it!!! idgaf. it will never get old. i will never tire of it. it will never not hit me so hard. i remember being a depressed teenager and laying in bed at night not able to sleep just listening to flw over and over and over in order to make it through. plus hearing the crowd sing the bridge at every show ever…it’s the most magical thing in the world to me!!!!

#anonymous #asks

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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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Strongly Discouraged ~ JJK [request]

⤜WORD COUNT: 1.8K

⤜PAIRING: jungkook x Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: Idol x Manger au, you’re a manger, first kiss, hidden feelings, established-relationships, friends to lovers,cute, fluffy, confessions, jealousy

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

Today was going to be a good day, Jungkook could feel it inside him that he was going to have the perfect day. All week long he had been staying up with Jin and discussing Jungkook's relationship with you and what it would mean for the future. The two of you had been close ever since you started working as a manager for HYBE about two years ago. Even though you weren't Jungkook's manager the two of you had formed a brilliant friendship with one another. The two of you were flirting a lot with one another and Jungkook truly believed that you had strong feelings for him, maybe even just as strong as the ones he had for you. Jin and Jungkook had been staying up late discussing what it could mean for your work contract if Jungkook ever decided to act on his feelings.

The two men had been going through every contract that they could get their hands on and while dating co-workers used to be completely prohibited the rules had changed as of late. Instead, dating co-workers was allowed but it was strongly discouraged in case of any breakups or issues that could occur from it all. But Jungkook knew that he needed to get his feelings out in the open and finally let you know how he felt for you.

"Eddie, if you don't put me down I'm going to start screaming!" Your voice rang through the air and Jungkook froze in place as he heard you giggling. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard you giggle so much in one sitting before and he was interested to see what was going on behind closed doors. The two of you were supposed to be meeting up for lunch and he had just come by to grab you since you seemed to be running late,

"Eddie, I will not hesitate to throw up down your back!" You cried out as Eddie continued to pick you up and walk around the studio with you in his arms. The new security guard was showing you how good he was at lifting up people if his job ever called for it and you hadn't believed him until now.

"I'm proving my point to you," He laughed before gently placing you down and steadying you with his hand. Jungkook had met him a couple of times before, he was one of the new guards for the girl group you and Bang PD were putting together.

"I don't think the girls will ever need to be airlifted away from a situation but thank you," There was that giggle again and this time it felt as though an arrow had been shot directly through Jungkook's chest. The way you were looking at Eddie made Jungkook feel as though he was suddenly invisible, you had a giant smile on your face and kept eye contact with him the whole time.

The longer Jungkook watched you both the more he felt as though he was feeling replaced as he watched you from the outside, feeling like the odd one out. Jealousy was beginning to bubble up in his chest the more he watched the two of you together and he bit down on his lip. Maybe if he had done something before now, said something or even kissed you things could be different but it was clearly too late now.

"Shall we go over the checks one last time?" Eddie asked as you put your hand on his huge arm, Jungkook felt his blood run cold. He'd never really gotten insecure about his body until now. Watching you touch someone who was much larger than him, someone who could probably give you everything you wanted and more. Jungkook kicked himself forever thinking that you would want to be with him when you could have anyone else you wanted.

"Sure, but I have to go to lunch soon." You told Eddie with a smile before going back down to the blueprints you were looking at. The girl group you were managing was going to be performing at a well-known shopping mall and you needed to know every exit in case of emergency. Eddie leaned forward and placed his hand on your lower back, you didn't even move it away and Jungkook growled to himself. Narrowing his eyes as he watched Eddie touching you a surge of possessiveness washed over Jungkook and he wanted to run in there and stop what was happening but he didn't.

"Why are you spying on your girlfriend?" Jimin whispered teasingly into Jungkook's ear but Jungkook just moved away from the door,

"She's not my girlfriend," He mumbled annoyingly as he began to walk away from the studio and toward the parking lot. There was no way he was going to suffer through an entire meal with you talking about how much you loved hanging out with Eddie.

"Is that why whenever Tae tells you he's going to ask her out you get all possessive and crazy about it?" Jimin knew what he was doing and he wasn't going to stop, Jungkook had been crushing on you for months and he didn't want to see his friend walk away from it all over something that wasn't real.

"Shut up." Jungkook hissed before getting into the elevator and making sure Jimin didn't follow him. All he wanted to do was go back to the dorms and not have to talk about any of this again, maybe he could avoid you at work for a while.

So he did just that, he started it slowly at first. He'd started being blunt through messages or even just leaving you on "read" until he completely ghosted you. If he happened to see you in the building before you saw him he'd walk the other way or pretend to be on the phone with someone. It was completely childish of him but he was hurting and didn't want to face you anymore because of it. He figured if he ignored you for long enough all of the feelings he had for you would eventually melt away but it just wasn't true.

Even though he was doing everything in his power to avoid you, you still took over his mind and heart. It was like a song he would never be able to get out of his head. Not to mention that every time he pushed you away, you were doing everything in your power to get his attention and get closer to him. Which only made his feelings for you that much stronger,

"Can you tell me that address again, I didn't catch- whoa!" Jungkook yelled out as you suddenly began to pull him into a small and empty studio and slammed the door behind you.

"What's going on with you?"

"I'm on the phone." He motioned to the phone in his hand and you took it away from him, only to see that there was no call on it and it was just his phone locked.

"What the hell is going on Jungkook? You ditched me for lunch last week and now whenever you see me you act as though I don't exist!" It was wrong for you to be yelling but you couldn't help it. You had no idea what you could have possibly done to make Jungkook hate you so much but you were sick and tired of being left in the dark about it all. After the two years you had spent getting to know one another you felt as though you were finally moving on with your lives and you could admit your feelings for him.

"Jungkook. Did I do something to piss you off?" You questioned but Jungkook said nothing, just folding his arms and staring at the wall in front of him.

"Kookie..." You ran your hand out to his arm but he moved away from you quickly and you felt your breath catch in your throat. In all of the years, you'd known him Jungkook had never reacted this way to you before.

"What is going on?" There was no way you were going to let him out of this room until you got the answers you were looking for. You'd tried to speak to the boys but even they had no idea what had bothered Jungkook so much that he was now completely ignoring you.

"Why don't you go and ask Eddie?" As soon as the words left his mouth it began to hit you what his problem was and you let out a small giggle. Jungkook had been jealous of you and Eddie? The small giggle only began to turn into a bigger laugh as you began to hold onto your stomach,

"It's not funny," Jungkook grumbled as he watched you laughing at him, his stomach twisting as he thought about making a break for the door now that you were so distracted with laughing so hard.

"Eddie? What do you think was going on with me and Eddie?" You quizzed, biting your lip and doing your best not to laugh at him again, he had a pained look on his face and you felt bad for him. It was obvious he was in pain and you hadn't meant to laugh so hard.

"I've seen the way you look at each other, the way he touches you and you touch him back." He grumbles harshly, staring at you as you rolled your eyes at him.

"Eddie isn't who I have a crush on, Eddie is someone I work with and want to have a good work dynamic with." You admitted while watching Jungkook. The only person you had a crush on was the man standing in front of you pouting like a child.

"Who is it then? Just so I know to avoid them as well," Jungkook sounded petty but you found it pretty adorable that he was getting a little jealous over you...even if the two of you weren't dating.

"I like you, you big dummy." You whined as you poked his cheek a little and you were suddenly met with deafening silence.

Had you read his reaction wrong? Maybe you'd thought too much into it when you assumed he had a crush on you too

"I-I'll see myself out," You whispered before heading to the door, your hand barely having time to touch the handle before you were pulled back into an intense kiss.

Jungkook wrapped one of his arms around your waist while the other held the back of your head gently as he brought you as close as he could to his body. Your lips moved in completely sync as your hearts raced rapidly against your chest. Sighing to yourself you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and relaxed into the kiss.

"In case it wasn't obvious, I like you too, you big dummy," Jungkook smirked as he pulled away, his hand cupping your chin and slowly running his thumb along your lower lip.

"L-Lunch?" You giggled, still a little high on the makeout session the two of you had just had.

"My treat," He promised as he linked his hand with yours and you both headed out of the studio to find the boys all smirking at one another.

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planesawesome · 2 years

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On this day 68 years ago the Lockheed C-130 Hercules performed its first flight.

The Lockheed C-130 Hercules is an American four-engine turboprop military transport aircraft designed and built by Lockheed (now Lockheed Martin). Capable of using unprepared runways for takeoffs and landings, the C-130 was originally designed as a troop, medevac, and cargo transport aircraft. The versatile airframe has found uses in other roles, including as a gunship (AC-130), for airborne assault, search and rescue, scientific research support, weather reconnaissance, aerial refueling, maritime patrol, and aerial firefighting. It is now the main tactical airlifter for many military forces worldwide. More than 40 variants of the Hercules, including civilian versions marketed as the Lockheed L-100, operate in more than 60 nations.

The C-130 entered service with the U.S. in 1956, followed by Australia and many other nations. During its years of service, the Hercules has participated in numerous military, civilian and humanitarian aid operations. In 2007, the C-130 became the fifth aircraft to mark 50 years of continuous service with its original primary customer, which for the C-130 is the United States Air Force. The C-130 Hercules is the longest continuously produced military aircraft at more than 60 years, with the updated Lockheed Martin C-130J Super Hercules currently being produced.

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robotpussy · 1 year

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i ghost wrote this btw

"His exhausted performance of “As It Was” won’t be the thing that convinces the skeptics. For an artist who recently sold out 15 nights at Madison Square Garden, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe his voice was shot from a year of hard touring. Maybe he felt some nerves singing in front of Taylor Swift. But one thing is for sure: Neither the performance’s Gap-commercial choreography nor his silvery mop of an outfit, neither the auxiliary bells dumped into the arrangement nor the spinning stage airlifted right from the video, could help him transcend onstage. In a word, it was boring—the very quality Harry Styles works so hard to convince you he’s not."

#article #last harry styles post i promise #every point on here i could've come up with too. his outfit was so bad. so boring. yet he wants us to think he isnt #this is why i called him patron saint of boring white men in horribly coordinated outfits that are supposed to #subvert gender normz and fashion. even for he is doing its not revolutionary. i dont like lil nas x but everything #he has done is what harry styles fans thinks harry is doing.

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theoddcatlady · 5 months

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For Better or Worse

“For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part…”

I run through vows through my head every time it gets hard. I twist my wedding ring round and around on my finger as I wait in my parked car, waiting for my chance to make things better.

We only met because I didn’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day six years ago. One of my friends said she knew a guy named Corey who was single and ready to mingle. I figured at worst it’d be a great story- my horrible blind date on Valentine’s day.

Corey arrived almost ten minutes late, nearly tripped over his shoes and ended up spilling my wine all over the front of my dress, and apologized a dozen times while I fled to the bathroom to dab up the worst of it. But after I managed to clean myself up and before I could make an excuse to get out of there, he explained he was late because he’d gotten distracted by a busker down the street playing his guitar, and the music was so nice he just had to stop and listen.

We ended up ditching the restaurant right then to go check out the busker out. Corey loaned me his jacket to cover up the worst of the wine stain. Thankfully the older man was still performing, and as he strummed away some old love song, I found my hand intertwined with Corey’s.

We stayed up past midnight, strolling through the park, talking about everything we could think of under the moon. There was a natural chemistry I just could not deny. We talked about college, places we wanted to see, what we wanted to do with the rest of our lives, our favorite movies and songs… it was like I’d known him for my entire life. By the end of it we were at his apartment and ended up falling asleep on the couch to whatever we were binging on Netflix. I can’t remember. But I remember hearing his soft breathing and never feeling more content.

That dress was completely ruined, I was never able to get the stain completely out, but I still have it. It’s a good memory.

We’ll be married for two years come August. Lived together for four. Corey and I… are just meant to be.

Someone passes by my van, doesn’t even take a second look. Ten minutes later, when the sun’s going down, that’s when someone stops.

“Hey, you all right, miss?”

The man who comes too close ends up being middle aged, tall, probably worked too long at the office and was just on his home now. I smiled and replied the lie that I’d gotten down pat-

“I think I’m lost. My phone’s out of battery, can I use yours? I need to call my husband to have him give me directions.”

He takes another step closer, like a fly buzzing too close to a spider’s web, and I move fast. The first hit over the head stuns him, enough for me to get out and drag him into the backseat. Another hit and he’s floating in and out of it while I duct tape shut his mouth and hog tie his wrists and ankles. It takes less than a minute, and the street’s empty so no one sees my evil act. People are finishing up dinner with their families, getting ready to put the young kids to bed and convincing the older ones to help clear the table.

I would be doing that too, at least the finishing up dinner part. Corey and I hadn’t had kids before it happened. We were trying though. I want two, Corey wants… wanted, as many as we could have until we’d have to be airlifted supplies from the grocery store.

Corey never got to know his birth family, he was adopted when he was just a few weeks old by two people who loved him to pieces. He never bothered to look into them until I brought it up a little over a year ago. After all, we do want kids. It’d be important to know your family medical history for that, and if there’s a chance to figure that out, you should take it. It took less time than we thought, Corey’s birth mother still lived in the area. I offered to go with him that day, but he declined. Said this was something he wanted to do himself.

When he came home, Corey was a different man. He didn’t even say anything to me, just locked himself in his study. I heard him crying. He wouldn’t tell me what his mother told him, only that if I chose to leave him now, he’d understand.

I now have a secret staircase that leads from the garage to the basement. I dragged my newest victim down there, who was now awake and did his best to ask what I was doing through his gag. I stopped learning their names after the third one. It’s so much easier when I don’t know who they were, what their lives were like, who their family was, who is going to be on the news pleading for any scrap of information about their lost loved ones. I did take off his gag though, so I could hear his answer when I asked him this:

“Do you want me to finish you off now?”

God, I wish for once they’d say yes. Only one did, an elderly woman. I think she knew what was coming and didn’t want to live through it. But this one didn’t, he just shook his head and started babbling about his family and to just let him go, that he wouldn’t tell anyone.

But I couldn’t. I just sawed him free from his bondage before going to the cage. By the time I undid the lock, the man was on his feet, inching back towards the staircase, ready to make a break for it.

He froze when he heard the thump of the beast falling down from the ceiling. He crawled out of the cage not a moment later, bright red eyes trained on his victim. There was no hope now. I just slipped into that cage and closed my eyes. I don’t have the stomach to watch, when he kills it’s not quick. Like a kid pulling the wings off a butterfly, the beast pulls off each of the man’s limbs first with a snap and a pop. The screaming goes on for so long my ears start to ring. It’s still going on while the beast crunches on the detached limbs, swallowing them with gusto before going to the next one. The screaming still goes on until he’s pulled in half, then all I hear is the tearing of flesh and spilling of blood on the cement floor.

Corey didn’t change overnight after his thirtieth birthday. It was slow. He first stopped going outside, which is why I thought he was so pale all the time. Then the fur started sprouting along his spine, I found teeth in the bathroom sink but saw he wasn’t missing any in his mouth, just that they were so much sharper now. He was covered in fur when he finally cracked told me, told me of his family’s curse that falls on the men. Women can be carriers, which is how his mother knew and gave him up. She couldn’t make herself care for something that would soon become the bloodthirsty beast of her worst nightmares.

He grew so tall he hit the ceiling. His back sprouted leathery wings that span several feet, grew claws from his feet and hands that can hook into the walls so he can clamber about. His maw was filled with those horrifying teeth, and his eyes… they’re no longer his eyes, always full of sensitivity and light. They’re the eyes of the devil.

My heart broke when I filed his missing person’s report last year, claiming he went for a walk at the local park and never came back. My mother’s trying to find the right way to ask if I’m going to declare him dead, but I won’t.

Because Corey’s not dead. He’s the beast in my basement, locked up to protect him.

After he finished devouring his newest meal, he ambled up to me, rumbling like a cat’s purr and resting his head in my lap. After a good meal, he’s more of himself. I run my hands through his furry head, stroking his leathery ears and placing a kiss on his blood stained snout. Many times Corey sunk his teeth into me and left scars, I can’t leave the house without long sleeves and I certainly can’t wear a bathing suit. Strangers would probably assume I was attacked by a dog, but family and friends would know I don’t own a dog. It would bring up too many questions.

Corey doesn’t bite me anymore though. He knows who I am.

He noses at my stomach, which is just starting to grow. I can wear loose fitting clothing for a bit more before I start having to answer uncomfortable questions, but most of me just doesn’t care what people will think.

“I think it’s going to be a girl, Corey, I can just feel it,” I said as I knelt on the floor, letting him wrap his wings around me like a cozy blanket, “How does Lacey sound for a name?” He hums pleasantly, his claws carefully combing through my hair. His way of telling me he agrees.

I miss Corey’s voice, and I miss being able to walk through the park with him, and I definitely miss being able to cuddle with him without having to scrub the bloodstains out of my clothes afterwards.

But when I said ‘for better or for worse’ during our vows, I meant it.

#my stories

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keepthedelta · 4 months

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Dakar Chaos Roundup: Stage 2

Marek Goczal became the first member of the Goczal family to be knocked off the podium in the Challenger/UTV class. He, his son Eryk, and brother Michal locked out the podium in the Prologue and Stage 1, but while Eryk and Michal maintained their 1st and 2nd place finishes respectively, Marek finished 4th. The Goczal family retains the overall podium positions, with 19 year old Eryk showing his father and uncle how it's done in his UTV Dakar debut

Carles Falcon was airlifted to hospital after a major accident towards the end of the stage. He was immediately helped by a fellow rider but did not have a pulse when medical attention arrived on the scene. He was successfully resuscitated and transported to hospital where he has since been placed in a medically induced coma. His teammate Isaac Feliu has withdrawn from the rally and travelled to be by his side

American rider Mason Klein, who took 3rd in Stage 1, suffered a major setback after mechanical issues left him stranded, trying to fix his bike, for almost 2 hours today. He was eventually able to fix the bike with the help (and mechanical parts) of his teammate but has dropped from 3rd to 45th in the overall standings

Janus van Kasteren and Aleš Loprais were separated by just 6 seconds in the truck category. Kasteren retains the overall lead by nearly 13 minutes

Carlos Sainz has responded to Nasser Al-Attiyah's previous comments with a very polite "he can think what he likes". El Matador followed this attempt at diplomacy up with an 8th place finish. This performance puts him in the overall lead by just under two minutes

Fans of Seb Loeb (me) were cured of their Stage 1 depression as the rally legend was back in form. He and Stéphane Peterhansel battled all the way to the finish line, and although he finished 2nd, Loeb is now 3rd overall, up from 19th after Stage 1

Speaking of Stéphane Peterhansel, Monsieur Dakar proved once again why they call him that. He already held the record for most Dakar victories, and now (jointly) holds the record for most Dakar stage wins (tied with Ari Vatanen) after taking his 50th stage victory

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#dakar chaos roundup #dakar rally 24

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pinturas-segunda-guerra-mundial · 1 year

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1944 07 Irrawaddy Ambush

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The painting illustrates one of Detachment 101’s many guerrilla operations staged to disrupt Japanese supply and reinforcement routes in Burma. Staked out on one side of the Irrawaddy River, OSS-trained Kachin rangers ambush Japanese rafts bringing troops and supplies to the Japanese-held town of Myitkyina in July 1944. Such actions helped lead to the Allied re-capture of the town and, ultimately, to the defeat of Japanese forces in northern Burma.During World War II, the Burma Road in northeast Burma was a lifeline for the Nationalist Chinese fighting the Japanese. A primary reason for the Japanese invasion of Burma, which was a British colony at the time, was to cut this supply link. The Imperial Army accomplished this task by the summer of 1942. The Allies then began airlifting materiel from India to China through the Himalayas, all the while trying to reopen the road. The Creation of Detachment 101In April 1942, Coordinator of Information and future OSS Director William J. Donovan activated Detachment 101 to create an indigenous guerrilla force charged with gathering intelligence, harassing the Japanese occupiers, identifying bombing targets for the Army Air Force, and rescuing downed Allied airmen—all deep behind enemy lines in Burma. Detachment 101 pioneered the art of unconventional warfare, foreshadowing the missions of today’s U.S. Army Special Forces.Never more than a few hundred Americans strong, Detachment 101 relied on support from various Burmese tribal groups, most notably the staunchly anti-Japanese Kachins. Combined with the efforts of the British Wingate’s Raiders, Merrill’s Marauders of the U.S. Army, and Nationalist Chinese troops, Detachment 101 was so successful that Japan had to divert significant numbers of troops to Burma to protect the new railroad that it had built to move supplies overland after U.S. Navy submarines had blocked Japanese shipping routes.By the time of its deactivation in July 1945, OSS Detachment 101 had amassed an impressive list of accomplishments, performing against overwhelming enemy strength and under the most difficult and hazardous conditions. The courage and fighting spirit of the Kachin guerrillas and their American advisors earned Detachment 101 a Presidential Unit Citation and recognition as the “most effective tactical combat force” in the OSS.

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a-flying-fortress · 1 year

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Sorry if this is a weird question,

But I’ve visited some aviation/military museums before and I’ve noticed that some planes (usually war planes) often have like- a silhouette of a bomb or a missile painted on them repeatedly. Is that how many trips the plane’s been used to bomb or something?

Kinda like this:

https://www.tumblr.com/usafphantom2/712900403494354944

oh dude you've come to the right place!

those are known as victory marks - or sometimes kill marks. i prefer the term victory mark as the markings could symbolize an achievement other than an aerial kill - for fighter aircraft, this may be a dogfight victory or something similar.

each victory mark distinguishes some achievement or victory the aircraft's crew performs*. to use bombers as an example, many bombers would paint a bomb symbol on the nose of the aircraft for every mickey run (bombing operation) they flew. if an aircraft had flown 27 sorties you could expect it to have 27 little bombs on its nose. now, keep in mind that more than one crew might've flown the same aircraft in rotation. these symbols may have been from one crew only or might have been a total tally of all that the plane had participated it. and not every crew/pilot cares to paint them. and they may not always have been from bombs! this was years ago, but i once saw an image of a c-47 that had markings explained to me as symbolic of the drops during the berlin airlift!

back in world war ii, it was unlikely for a crew or pilot to be so specific as to what they shot. many times they simply painted the flag of their target's origin (or in many cases, if the opponent was german, a victorious allied pilot might use just a swastika or the balkenkreuz). it may have been a symbol personal to them. there was a surprising amount of free reign. on the other hand, modern aircraft will use many symbols - which may be up to regulation or a higher officer - but many will use a symbol such as the weapon system used to complete their victory. there are great pictures of a-10s out there with missiles painted on the sides alongside bombs.

*fun fact: tankers also use victory marks! these are most certainly kill marks rather than something else. most often you see them in the form of rings painted around the cannon barrel - loud and proud, however, i have also seen pictures of tank victory marks painted on the physical turret or hull instead.

#words from a gremlin #dream of flight #aviation #aviation history

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