mass fall

One of the most haunting scenes from the September 11 attacks was the scene of those who chose to jump to their imminent deaths rather than wait for death inside the burning building. Almost all of them jumped alone but there were a few witnesses who claim a couple were holding hands as they jumped. One woman was seen to hold down her skirt in an attempt to protect her modesty before jumping to her death. Those who jumped from the World Trade Centre are often known as the forgotten victims of  September 11 due to the fact that nobody knows for sure who they are and even more tragically, few seem to want to know - the media and American establishment were reluctant to dwell on those who ended their lives this way and posted very few photos and only briefly mentioned them in news articles. It is estimated that at least 200 people ended their lives this way and the jumping began shortly after the first air plane hit at 8:46AM and continued for the 102 minutes that the north tower stood.

Click here to watch the documentary, “The Falling Man.”


A deeper, rather terrifying analysis of Keyleth’s free-fall off the cliff… I’m no physicist, and I’m not saying that this is by any means perfect, but by my calculation Keyleth was in the air for about 8.42 seconds, and crashed into the rocks as a goldfish at about 125.5 miles per hour. o.o

Last of the Legion and Chill

My personal take on how movie night should have gone for Ryder and Reyes. I mean, that last piece of the quest is on Kadara, so why not??? You know damn well that Reyes would have gotten that movie for Ryder, and invited himself on board in exchange.

Art by @mmmerchedesi

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“Do you want me to leave?”

“No!” It was an easy answer, she didn’t have to think about it, that fixation she had with him always bringing her back to Kadara.

The tug of a smile at his lips and the gentle ease of his eyes reminded her so much of that look on his face when they shared their quiet night on the rooftops of the port. “Then I’ll stay. If the Pathfinder allows it.”

“She allows it,” she breathed without looking away from him. An embarrassing heat rose in her face from the depth of his stare. There was just enough light in the room to illuminate the golden hazel of his eyes, pulling her in, drowning her in the depths of their color. Too many things were going through her brain. Memories. Fantasies. Kitt blamed the alcohol and it drew her eyes back down to the glass in hand. They were supposed to have a professional relationship. He was supposed to be a contact. But he wasn’t. Everyone at the Nexus would frown at what she was doing in Kadara, but screw all of them. Not once did she have a choice in where her life was going. This was going to be her choice. Reyes was her choice, whatever consequences it would bring.

“You’re thinking too hard about something.” Amusement laced his whiskey heavy words. A gentle finger tapped the bottom of her chin, drawing her eyes from her own drink to the smuggler at her side. She could just drown in those eyes. Liquid gold, melting her down until nothing was left but that molten heat in her chest. “It is difficult to resist the temptation to kiss you right now.”

“Then why are you resisting?” Her words came out breathier than she intended, but the whiskey was doing its work. Liquid courage, sure enough.

A laugh bubbled up from his lips, dark and husky as he leaned in close, his warm breath tickling the skin of her cheek. “You’re something else, Kitt.” He brushed a thumb over her lip tauntingly slow. The moment was lingering. Too long. Her stomach was doing somersaults and she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Either kiss me or pour me another glass of whiskey, Shena.”