safety drills

when humans have diplomatic interaction with their allies, all talks and speeches are conducted aboard one of our Star Destroyers. A smaller one, to be sure. The diplomatic envoys are received with full honours and treated like the very special guests they are: the Commander himself graciously gives them the use of his own cabin (a baffling tradition… why not just set up separate quarters? still, this custom is meant to honor the guests, so no one complains). 

of course the guests are given an entertaining tour of the ship if they have never seen one: weaponry, practice drills, safety systems, mess halls, everything of importance. 

the guests are impressed on how ready the human crew is to respond to any emergency, the weaponry is truly amazing, and they are shocked at the ability shown by the X-Wings pilots. 

when the talks and negotiations start, humans do everything to make their guests comfortable, providing refreshments and comfortable seats, and they are all in this very nice room situated on the command deck, with a staggering view of the mighty ship… ah, we’re so proud of our Sun Tzu! There’s no other race who can make such a ship! it’s not even one of our best or biggest, you should see the flagship, the HSS (Human SpaceShip) Jedi Star Destroyer… 

there’s almost never need for humans to resort to threats, nor anyone dares to formulate them.
Trump signs executive order to expand drilling off America’s coasts: ‘We’re opening it up.’
The measure will make millions of acres of federal waters eligible for oil and gas leasing, just four months after President Barack Obama withdrew these areas from possible development.

The assault on our environment, including our oceans, continues with this latest (i.e., today) Executive Order from trump. He’s starting in motion the process to reverse President Obama’s temporary and permanent bans, and the requirements for safety equipment imposed after the Deepwater Horizon spill. He’s also ordering a review of the marine sanctuaries created or enlarged by President Obama.

He will do anything to prove up to his supporters that his first 100 days will be the most productive period of time since the alleged 6 day creation effort by the Judeo-Christian-Islamic deity aka God. And we all know that this 100 day effort, if graded, wouldn’t even qualify for an “F.”


President Trump signed an executive order Friday that aims to expand offshore drilling in the Arctic and Atlantic Oceans, as well as assess whether energy exploration can take place in marine sanctuaries in the Pacific and Atlantic.

The “America-First Offshore Energy Strategy” will make millions of acres of federal waters eligible for oil and gas leasing, just four months after President Barack Obama withdrew these areas from possible development. In late December, Obama used a little-known provision in the Outer Continental Shelf Lands Act to bar energy exploration in large portions of the Chukchi and Beaufort Seas, and a string of canyons in the Atlantic stretching from Massachusetts to Virginia.

Still, even Trump administration officials said it would take years to rewrite federal leasing plans and open up these areas to drilling. And global energy prices may deter investors from moving ahead with additional drilling in the Arctic Ocean in the near term, despite the effort to make more areas eligible for development.

Speaking to reporters Thursday night, Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke said it would likely take about two years to do a thorough review of what new areas could be put up for auction.

In addition to reviewing what drilling can take place off Alaska and the East Coast, the new directive charges Commerce Secretary Wilbur Ross to halt the expansion of any new marine sanctuaries and review the designations of any marine national monument established or expanded in the last decade. That includes Hawaii’s Papahanaumokuakea Marine National Monument, which Obama quadrupled in size last year, and the Northeast Canyons and Seamounts off Massachusetts.

And here’s a summary from the New York Times about trump’s order regarding off-shore drilling safety equipment:

Trump also took aim at regulations on oil-rig safety.

Last year, the Obama administration unveiled a set of regulations on offshore oil and gas drilling equipment, intended to tighten the safety requirements on underwater drilling equipment and well-control operations. In particular, the new rules tighten controls on blowout preventers, the industry-standard devices that are the last line of protection to stop explosions in undersea oil and gas wells.

The 2010 explosion of the Deepwater Horizon rig was caused in part by the buckling of a section of drill pipe, prompting the malfunction of a supposedly fail-safe blowout preventer on a BP well.

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Clinging to This Hating Game 1/?

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom (I love it!)

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

I did expand the prompt a bit, and I expect it to run about 5 chapters (maybe 6…). I should get one up every 2-3 days, if the universe cooperates (although Speedogate II has already put me a bit behind, lol). 

I think here are a couple of other authors writing the same prompt, so look them up too!

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine
Rating: Explicit
Warnings:  some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex
Word Count: ~4600

Thanks to superbeta @mshoneysucklepink who knocked me around a bit! Everything wonky is my fault.

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Chapter One

Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce and Quinn Fabray were not easy friends to have, but they were loyal. Quinn had plucked him out of the sight lines of the school bullies in freshman year and found him a place on the cheerleading squad. By sophomore year, they had even joined Glee club with him. Kurt had been sure at the time it was so Quinn could keep an eye on her (now ex-) boyfriend - who happened to be Kurt’s step-brother Finn, and Rachel Berry, but Kurt appreciated having them around. And on top of that Quinn and Santana could really sing, which was great for the glee club. And what was good for the glee club was good for Kurt’s college applications.

Of course the bullying didn’t stop completely - it was still the middle-of-nowhere Ohio - but a few football players even joined glee club, and for Kurt it made things a little better. Now that he was heading into his senior year of high school, and he still hadn’t so much as kissed another boy, he needed Quinn’s help with one last thing.

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These researchers in Monterey Bay National Marine Sanctuary are testing out their “gumby suits” before heading out to sea. Gumby suits, or survival suits, are designed to keep people safe and warm in the event of a capsized or sinking vessel. Safety drills help researchers and crew be prepared in the case of emergency – plus, you have to admit the suits are pretty fashionable. 

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Please fire me. We had a safety meeting about never using power tools in the rain. The next day, as it rained, we were told to continue working using impact guns, power drills, and a couple of circular saws. When I complained about this, my boss told me that it wasn’t raining hard enough and when it starts pouring rain that they might reconsider.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry but safety trainings do not save life from a wrong attitude that come from an overconfidence of having a weapon with you. People with a gun that do not understand how to handle a situation will behave more aggressive cause they feel protected by that said gun, and they will put them in more "risk shooting" situation that without the gun with them. Sorry but the idea of having weapon "freely around" is stupid, and i am saying it as a gun lover.

I’m sorry but that’s not true. The first rule of gun safety is to never aim at something you aren’t willing to destroy. Every single licensed gun owner knows this. Safety training drills you to always descalate a situation when possible, and to only draw your gun as an absolute last resort, because you shoot to kill if you shoot at all, and you’d best be certain your life is in danger.
Perhaps some people will be more aggressive knowing they have a weapon, but the vast majority of licensed owners will not be. There’s a reason why the proportion of gun violence committed with a legally-owned firearm is so incredibly low.

I’ve said it plenty of times before and I’ll say it again: we do not curtail the rights of the people because some refuse to follow the law. I will never change my mind on this. If we cannot defend our rights by force, then we don’t have rights at all.

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Pairing: Aaron Burr x Reader


TW: None

Word Count: 1379


Aaron Burr.

The name was one you knew, but never really cared about.

The two of you had grown up together, really. If indirectly as it was. You two went to the same schools together, pretty much all of your life, and you were shocked when you learned, through mutual friends, that you’d even gotten accepted into the same college. But he was no more than a name with a friendly face. The person you went to if you forgot paper, or a pencil. A face you recognized in the yearbook. You two never really spoke.

You’d make small talk when in a situation where it provided. The most recent had been in June, October, when the two of you had been on the same bus on your college campus. It was nice to see a familiar face now and again, you learned. But then you got off at your stop, presumable, he left at his, and you made no effort to contact him again.

It was now January.

The New York chill still bit at you through your thick winter coat, boots crunching on what little snow was left unshoveled on the sidewalks. You were lost in thoughts. None that were important, no. What were you going to have for dinner tonight? Pizza sounded good, but you’d been eating out a lot lately. You needed to quit it, especially since you didn’t feel like working out when it was so freezing. Hm…maybe you could make spaghetti? Still italian, but easy to make at home, and cheap-

“Hey, babe!” You stopped, and looked around, trying to find the source of the yell, and just where the ‘babe’ in question was. Turning around, you saw a couple college guys, ones you recognized from a class or two, approaching you.

“I uh…me?” You looked confused, brow furrowing.

“Yeah, you, what are you, stupid?” You took an offended step back, before frowning deeply, and turning around to start walking away. You didn’t like being catcalled, and you sure as hell didn’t like being called stupid. You didn’t have to stand for this.

“Hey, don’t walk away from me, babe!” They were following you, great. Ugh.

You sped up a bit, almost breaking out into a full run when you slammed into someone.

That someone was a familiar face, and, luckily, he seemed to understand the situation immediately, once he saw the on the approach behind you.

“Ah! There you are, (Y/N)! I’ve been waiting on you!” In truth, he’d been waiting on Alexander, since they were needing to discuss some of the details for a mock trial they were doing but…your immediate safety came first, and, in all honestly, Alexander had neglected to show up without so much as a text multiple times before hand, leaving him standing in the cold for an hour.

“O-oh! Uh…Burr! Aaron, yeah…sorry…uhh…you ready to go?” You asked, letting the guys think that he really had been waiting for you.

In truth, you hadn’t even thought about him since you stepped off that bus way back in October.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.” He offered you his arm with a polite smile, and a smug nod at the two that had been pursuing you. When they were around the corner, and out of sight, he let you go, giving you a smile as the two of you walked. He was wearing a double breasted button up, with a very soft looking scarf that looked handmade. He had on dark pants, and boots that nearly blended, with only the change in material to tell them apart. He looked warm, and looked good, which was a hard combo to pull off.

He pulled his hood up as the snow began to fall, ever so lightly again.

“Come on, I know a coffee shop around here. Quiet, and warm.” You…honestly weren’t sure why you tagged along. But the promise of a hot chocolate, and a warm place to sit down for a little bit was calling to you, so you didn’t turn him down.


A little while later, you were relaxing in one of the arm chairs the cafe sported, and Burr sat across from you, scribbling something down in a notebook, before referring back to the book lying open on the small end table beside him, along with his coffee.

“So…” You wanted to at least small talk with him…maybe it would be nice to have him as more than just a convenient friend now and again. “That scarf looks handmade…who made it?”

“I did.” He glanced up from his notebook with a slight smile. “My mother taught me how to crochet when I was little. It keeps my hands busy.”

“Aww…well, it looks really nice and warm…” You commented, at least proud of yourself for learning something new about him.

“Mmhm…it’s good wool. I save up for it, so that what I make is worth the wait. It’s better than getting a lot of cheap material, in order to make a lot at once.” You nodded a little in understanding, eyes still fixed on the scarf in curiosity. It was mostly a deep grey, with flecks of red mixed in. It looked really comfortable. You wondered how hard it was to crochet.

Probably impossible.

You sipped your hot chocolate, and went back to your thoughts, and it seemed Aaron had done the same.

He offered to walk you home, which you really appreciated. You didn’t want to chance a run in with those two again…and Aaron, gentlemanly though he was, seemed like someone who could keep them off of you.

You two talked the whole way home. You started on your majors. And then you talked about how crazy it was that you were going to the same school, after coming from the same little high school.

Do you remember that time…?

Or what about that one thing…?

It felt good to laugh with him, over old memories. You may not have been close in high school, but you definitely both remembered the one time there was a fight in the AP Lang hall, and a girl smacked another girl so hard into a door that the glass shattered.

Or the time that you had a group assembly on drill safety, and it may or may not have been suggested that you should throw someone smaller than you at the attacker.

Or the one pep rally where a cheerleader got hit with a full two liter bottle of Coca-Cola. No one knew who threw it, only that it originated from the Junior’s section.

Before you knew it, you were home. You hadn’t even thought about the cold. With a smile, you offered your hand to Aaron to shake. He smiled at you, and gave you a nod. The two of you traded numbers, and after saying goodbye, you vanished into your apartment.


Two days later, there was a knock on your door. It was early, too…ugh…

But you yawned, and dragged yourself up, opening the door and looking around irately. There was no one. Seriously? Ding dong ditching without a doorbell, and in broad daylight, had no point, people!

But then you looked down.

The box was grey, neatly wrapped with a dark purple bow. You hummed in thought, and brought it inside, setting it on the kitchen table to open. Removing the lid, you gaped, taking a scarf from the box. It was an infinity scarf, a deep blue, with knots of silver here and there. It felt so soft to the touch…you ran your fingers over it fondly, before looking back into the box and finding a note.


I finished this the night I walked you home. I haven’t been able to work that much that fast in ages. I figured it was only fair that you get the scarf you helped create. Maybe I could teach you some time? Maybe you’re the secret behind how fast I work


You smiled a bit, slipping it on, and letting your fingers lace through the holes in the yarn.


First Aaron Burr request!! Yaaay!! And lets face it i had to describe what he was wearing because Leslie Odom Jr. looks good in eVERYTHING.

Love, Rosalie

anonymous asked:

hey i know this might be a little annoying but i saw your post about target parking lot and i just wanted to say be careful!! lock your doors and always watch out for people, parking lots are where most abductions happen (i know you are a fully grown adult but i still care about you and i just want to make sure you are safe!!)

Oh don’t worry, my mom has drilled safety rules into my head since I was little. I always lock my doors before I even fully shut them. Thanks for the concern!


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Episode 51, part 2: fire clouds the brain.

When we left Yugi, he was in a warehouse that went on fire REALLY quickly and effectively. This is some Disney-fire level shit right here people.

I have to admit, I lol’d.

Yugi grabs the chain and tries to pull the spike loose (how the fuck did Keith jam that spike in there? what is the duel arena made of anyway?)

But he can’t.

Okay. I know this is a cartoon. And I’m not supposed to take it too seriously. But.

The chain is attached to the spike by something that reeeeeeally looks like a carabiner clip. That’s not a padlock, look at it. It looks like you just screw that open. Maybe it’s been locked somehow, although I dunno how you would lock it, but maybe it has. WE DON’T KNOW BECAUSE EVERYONE ALMOST DIES AND NO ONE THINKS TO FUCKING CHECK. NO ONE TRIES. NO ONE EVEN TOUCHES IT. *laugh-sobbing*

I spent this whole warehouse fire saga alternating between “JUST UNSCREW THE FUCKING CARABINER YOU MORONS” and T_____T

</3 He needs his big brother figure to help him but Yami can’t help him because his soul has been literally-not-figuratively shattered! T_____T

But help is on the way!

… Where have they been?! They’re in a totally different street from any of the dark alleys we saw Yugi and Bakura reach the warehouse from, and when they see the smoke from the fire, they’re like a whole block away still. Seriously how long did Bakura spend fabricating false arrow paths?!

When they do see the smoke, they run towards it and decide Yugi must be inside based on no information whatsoever but OKAY.

You guys are TERRIBLE FIREFIGHTERS. What kind of lame-ass looks-cool but-has-no-power-behind-it posturing kinda kick is that supposed to be, Katsuya Jounouchi?! 

Meanwhile, inside, Yugi has decided the best thing to do is just take a lash at solving the damn thing (CARABINER YOU MORON) …

… so he can at least apologise to Yami before they both die in the flames (T____T)

And this time, it doesn’t take him eight years! He actually gets it done really quickly, finishing right after Jounouchi and Honda finally manage to burst through that door.

He’s such a fucking cutie, even in near-death situations!

Jounouchi and Honda tell him to get his ass out of the very-much-burning-down building, but he won’t go.


Btw Yugi is such a Gryffindor. Fight me.

Jounouchi tries to detach Yugi from his literal death-grip on the Puzzle (CARABINER) but Yugi won’t let go (T____T) and Honda…

OH WELL PHEW. I mean, I know the deck is important but haven’t these kids ever taken any fire safety drills?! Nothing is more important than yours or someone else’s life, kids, leave it all behind. (The Puzzle is an exception because it actually does have a person in it.)

Yugi won’t leave Yami and Jounouchi won’t leave Yugi! T____T but serIOUSLY THE FUCKING CARABINER THO. Maybe Yugi was too short to reach it but Jou has no excuse!!

THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD CHECK THE C– … no, you know what, forget it. Just die there. 

Yugi’s really strong, though, if they can’t prise him off it. I guess he’s having one of those adrenaline rushes … but while semi-conscious? Hmm.

Now that the Puzzle’s been put back together, actually, I’m surprised Yami didn’t immediately take over, since Yugi’s in such danger. I guess maybe he got all rattled around in there and it took him a while to … pull himself together! (I tried not to.)

But he must be terrified that Yugi’s going to die because of him and he can’t do anything about it T____T

As Jounouchi grabs the Puzzle to try to drag it free, Yami manages to give him a brief vision!

If only.

He actually tells him to use a metal bar as a lever to free the spike.

But. But then. How did they ever get the chain free from the spike if they didn’t just open the carabiner clip, HMM?!

Meanwhile, Anzu has called 119 (the Japanese fire and ambulance number!) and the actual firefighters have arrived.

Except they are also TERRIBLE FIREFIGHTERS because she’s telling them there are people trapped in the building and the building is not collapsing, but they just ignore her and don’t try to go in to save them. 

But, with Yami’s plan and Jounouchi and Honda’s metal bar, they make it out!


I’ve actually started Puzzleshipping a lot more since I started this rewatch. <3 Bbys.

I mean, look at how cute Yugi is:

It’s nice to think that it was an impossible Puzzle because Yami didn’t want anyone to solve it, but he eventually made an exception for Yugi and gave him a fair chance (the first time he solved it) , and now, he wants Yugi to solve it again, asap, so he helps him as much as he can. <3

Anyway, now that excitement’s over, the next episode preview tells me it’s my homegirl Isis showing up! Yes!

(( anon requested a young justice fic from the starotech fiasco ))

Okay, so the Justice League was after them. That was kind of a drag.
But it wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened, Dick figured, so there was no need to panic— not yet anyway. They mostly had it under control. For instance, they knew why the grownups were chasing them (Starotech, Vandal Savage, mind control), and they pretty much knew how to fix the problem. They were working on an antidote. They just had to stay alive until it was ready.
So, yes, they were on the run, and yes, that sucked, but hey— it could be worse. These things happened. He wasn’t dead yet.
Dick adjusted his sunglasses and leaned back against the pillar he was using as cover, checking all his blind spots. They’d had a few near misses already. He needed to pay attention.
The voice in his ear was making that a little bit harder than it could have been.
“You know the sunglasses are making you stick out, right?” Artemis was on the roof, in her own lookout spot. “It’s getting dark. People are going to notice.”
Dick wasn’t particularly worried. They were in Gotham, for God’s sake— this city had seen everything. A skinny teenager in a pair of sunglasses wasn’t about to throw anybody. As a matter of fact, it might help him blend in.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Yep,” Dick told her, leaning out from behind his pillar to check the street. “The shades make me shady. I got it.”
He grinned at her sound of exasperation. “Also got a secret identity to protect here, so…”
“The rest of us don’t bother.”
“Yeah, well.” The street looked clear enough. “I was about to say ‘the rest of you don’t have Batman breathing down your neck,’ but actually—”
“Do you see him?”
“No.” Which was making him really, really nervous, to be honest. “You?”
“Nothing. Do you think we lost him?”
“I doubt it.” They weren’t one hundred percent certain about the Starotech stuff yet— maybe the League didn’t have their old memories— but if they did, well, there weren’t that many places you could hide from the Batman in Gotham. He could only think of the one.
“We should go,” he told her. “Before he shows up again.”
Artemis swung down from the rooftop, and they ducked into the shadows together, headed for a patch of woods. The sun was setting. On a normal day, Dick would be at the manor right about now, suiting up for patrol. He usually liked the dark— as the second half of the dynamic duo, it was kind of his birthright— but today, the dusk was intimidating. He half expected Batman to drop from every tree they passed underneath.
Across the skyline, the batsignal flickered on. Great.
“Are you gonna answer that?” Artemis pushed a branch out of her way, then sent it swishing back in his direction. He stepped aside.
“I’m a little bit busy.” Gordon would have to manage on his own tonight, assuming Batman didn’t make an appearance. Which would be bad. “Have they finished the antidote yet?”
“They’re still working.”
“Oh.” They would stick to the plan then: keep moving, distract the JLA, wait for the others to pick them up. “That’s discouraging.”
In front of him, Artemis stopped walking— she leaned back against a tree trunk and raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t do it.”
Too late. Dick grinned at her again; she slapped a hand over her eyes.
“Hopefully there’ll be more couraging news soon.”
“Stop it.”
“No, I like that one. It makes sense. Like, if there’s good news, it gives you courage, so —“
“So it’s still not a word.”
“If it has a prefix, I should be able to take it off!” They were moving again, almost at the edge of the woods. “Otherwise, I’m getting cheated out of a perfectly good expression, and that’s just wrong.”
“There’s something wrong with you.”
“Hey, I’m all about justice.” Dick stopped at the tree line. “We’re almost there.”
“You’re more upset about grammar than the Justice League, under a villain’s control, trying to kill us. Should I be worried about you?”
“What? Sometimes you gotta pick your battles.” Anyway, the League situation wasn’t that bad. They were doing well so far— this wasn’t on his list of Worst Days Ever yet, and if all went according to plan, it wouldn’t be. Also, this next bit was going to be fun.
“Alright,” he told Artemis, gesturing to the building in front of them. “We’re going in there.”
“In… in there?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yep.” Dick told her. He pointed at the lettering across the cornice: Gotham Academy. “It’s the only place in Gotham that I know better than Batman. Come on.”
He ducked around the streetlight and headed for the door, trailing Artemis behind him. She grabbed his wrist.
“Are you telling me that this is your school?”
“Can neither confirm nor deny.”
“Robin, this is my school.”
“I know.”
How do you know?”
“I know everything. Well, pretty much everything.” He bent over the security pad. “Give me a minute.”
“Do you follow me around? Real question.”
“Not usually.” The light blinked green, and he pushed open the door. “Let’s go.”
“That had better be a joke, or I’m— Robin!”
Okay, that was unfortunate. When he turned around, Batman was standing underneath the the street lamp, centered in the puddle of light, watching them calmly. Dick didn’t know where he came from, but he knew how fast Bruce could move. They had seconds.
He shoved Artemis through the door. “Run!”

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Wes’s Stakeout - DP

Not sorry. Another Wes-drabble for you.

The Fentons finally weren’t home. He’d been staking out the house most of the weekend, camped out in a small tent in old man Gurket’s backyard, waiting for his opportunity. But just minutes ago, he’d watched all four of them pile into their strange van and roar off down the street.

“You done mowing yet?” came a hoarse yell. It was the old man, who poked his head out of the back door every few hours to ask the same question.

“NO!” Wes yelled back, kicking the unused (and wouldn’t ever be if he had a say in it) mower out of spite, before he jumped over the fence and crossed the street. He grinned manically. The front door was solid and unmoving, but Wes happily dug a key out of his pocket and slit it into the lock.

It wasn’t breaking and entering if some idiot just left the key lying around to be found, right? Mr. Fenton was just begging for someone to come rob him.

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