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•CATS ARE DRAGONS•
This is one example of a smol dragon guarding her hoard of plastic bags.
Dragons. Small adorable dragons.
This post is utterly fucked up. Things deleting that shouldn’t be deleted, things appearing that have been deleted. It’s a hot mess.
Mine can not be the only cat with a hoard.
Little Bug Lewis
“Bug stands for big and ugly. Because, according to honorary Uncle Jim, that is how I like my airplanes.” - ch.16 We’ll Run Like We’re Awesome
Lockheed Martin C-5 Super Galaxy
Boeing B-52 Stratofortress
Lockheed Martin C-130 Hercules
Boeing KC-135 Stratotanker
Mcdonnell Douglas/Boeing C-17 Globemaster III
Rockwell B-1 Lancer
Wow.
Hello! Long time no post!
Hope everyone has been hanging in there during these crazy times.
So, raise your hand if you’ve also started rereading some of your favorite fanfics that you haven’t read in ages because you’re stuck at home with nothing else to do because of CV19. Also raise your hand if you remembered you started a fanblog for said favorite fanfic and then didn’t have time to run it because LIFE but now thanks to a global pandemic you have the time to resurrect it.
Anyways, due to various reason, I am moving this blog over to @the-run-verse. So to the 61 of you who actually follow this blog, I hope you’ll follow me over there! I’ll be reblogging stuff from here to there and then hopefully getting the queue filled up with fun Run Verse related content.
"This is a Boeing C-17 Globemaster, nicknamed the Moose."
Darcy gaped up at the plane and felt the dizzying rush of pure, unadulterated love. It was the same sort of feeling she had the first time she saw the trebuchet. "It's huuuuuge."
It was a family day at the airbase for the Fourth of July holiday, and "Uncle" Rhodey, being awesome, had invited 10-year old Darcy to be his guest. The base rolled out dozens of their planes and helicopters and the crews were showing them off to the visitors. Darcy thought she was in heaven, until she saw the C-17, and then she knew she was.
With a hand on her shoulder -- because she was too awestruck to look where she was going -- Rhodey steered her closer to the plane. "It's not nearly as big as the C-5, but in my opinion, the C-17 is an ideal heavy lift craft," Rhodey had on his lecturing voice, which usually Darcy tuned out, but this was actually interesting and she hung on every word. "It's far more flexible and responsive to changing situations on the ground, whether for tactical support, or rescue/recovery during natural disasters -- doesn't need a long runway, has a quick operational turnaround, good efficiency." He held a hand open towards the winged behemoth and gestured broadly as he spoke. "It's 174 feet long, with a wingspan of 170 feet, and it's 55 feet high. It can carry around 170,000 pounds of cargo, or a hundred paratroopers." He glanced down at Darcy and smirked. "Or a tank." "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Darcy sighed lovingly. One of the other Air Force guys nearby with his little kid on his shoulders gave her a skeptical look. She ignored him, because the plane was huge and beautiful and nothing else mattered in the world.
*******
He waved to the Sergeant standing just inside the hold. "Okay, now I know the pilot and I got his permission to take you up to the flight deck. Remember what I told you about the controls -- you know, the buttons and switches?"
She nodded soberly. "Touch them all." The Sergeant snickered.
"Lord, help me," Rhodey muttered, looking up at the ceiling. "Touch none of them."
"Yes, sir." Darcy grinned. "Touch all of them."
We’ll Run Like We’re Awesome by @themonkeycabal Chapter 9 - Here's to the Halcyon
"You're like a prettier version of Steve."
"I don't know," she said, going for casual, but bristling inside. She'd love it if the two of them would stop comparing her to, well, the two of them. "He's plenty pretty. His eyelashes are insane."
Bucky seemed to catch the edge in her tone and his lips quirked up in a conciliatory, little smile. "Nah, I prefer brunettes, too."
- ch. 12 Ain't Gonna Drown
Throw your crabs in the air like you just don't care!
Thank you for the crabs!
Happy Birthday! I hope it's a great one for you.
Thank you!
I'm not impressed with today's winter weather or this on and off headache I've had the last few days, but they are not overly detracting from the day.
Last night my husband gave me my birthday gift:
After watching Loki, I got about a third of it assembled before I went to bed and had to hide it away to keep my little mischief child from finding it. Speaking of mischief, he woke me up at 5:30 am for cuddles which was sweet if rather early. I'm expecting my husband to bring home cake after work, and tomorrow we are going out for dinner at a nearby pub & restaurant.
themonkeycabal ponyregrets This should not have to be said, but...
Holy shit, dude. That’s awful. I’m so sorry. What the actual fuck.
It’s pretty damn upsetting. Thanks for the commiseration, friend.
