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1978 hat sich Helmut Schmidt davon überzeugt, dass das Warnsignal der freiwilligen Feuerwehr Stommeln funktioniert – dass das heute auch noch so ist, das kontrolliert der #Warntag. Also nicht erschrecken wenn die Sirenen losgehen!
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Langeweile breitet sich aus – Entscheidend is aufm Platz
Sie merkens nicht. Der immer unerträglicher selbstreferentiell werdende Medienbetrieb erzeugt das, was für ihn tödlich ist: Abstumpfunmg und Langweile. Durch Überdosierung von allem, was niemand braucht. In Deutschland geht es dabei um die – für den männlichen Teil der Bevölkerung – wichtigsten Staatsämter: Bundestrainer und Bundeskanzler. Und zwar in dieser Reihenfolge.
Im Fussball (der Herren) droht die nächste bei den echten Fans verhasste extralange Länderspielpause. Solche Begebenheiten sind der Versuch des milliardenschweren Fussball-Entertainments, die fachunkundige Masse (und Mehrheit) der Event-Fans irgendwie bei der Stange zu halten. In der Sache würde eine Pressemitteilung des DFB genügen, um die Öffentlichkeit wissen zu lassen, wer bei den langweiligen TV-eventisierten Länderspielen mutmasslich mitspielen und auf der Ersatzbank sitzen darf. Stattdessen wird ein mehrtägiges Spektakel inszeniert, bei dem tröpfchenweise einzelne Namen durchgestochen werden. Die Vielfalt der asozialen Medien gewährt hier unbegrenzte Expansionspotenziale solcher Gerüchte- und Spekulationsküchen. Alle Kommerzmedien bedanken sich. Der Rest gääähnt.
“Freundschaftsspiele” von Nationalteams gibt es kaum noch. Da passt sich der Profifussball (der Herren) den politischen Realitäten bereitwillig an. Stattdessen inszeniert die Uefa, die die Mehrheit ihrer Milliarden mit dem Clubfussball (Champions League) einnimmt, einen Kirmeswettbewerb namens “Nations League” – die Regeln werden jährlich geändert, um die Missgeburt ökonomisch zu optimieren. Der eigentliche Zweck ist, eine Marktlücke zu besetzen, bevor es der Teufel des Weltfussballs Gianni Infantino tut. Das ist alles selbstreferentiell bis zum Anschlag – die Fans in den Fussballkneipen versuchen verzweifelt, die Zeit mit Alkohol und Spielautomaten totzuschlagen.
Die Welthauptstadt des Spitzenfussballs (der Herren und der Damen) ist und bleibt Barcelona (Torverhältnis nach 6 Spielen: 27:6!). Schauen Sie nur mal hier. Der Coach, mann hält es kaum für möglich, ist Deutscher. Als Bundestrainer gescheitert und von den fachlich ahnungslosen Medien abserviert. Wenn solcher Fussball dabei “unten rauskommt” (zit. Helmut Kohl) … dann soll es so sein.
Kommen wir zum Zweitwichtigsten – der Politik
Inszenatorisch passiert hier das Gleiche. Seit Wochen wird am Kanzler gesägt. Ich war schon immer der Letzte, der diesen Kerl gegen irgendwas und irgendwen verteidigen will. Aber gegen Billiginszenierungen sträuben sich die Restbestände meiner Intelligenz. Wie gut, dass ich seit den 70er Jahren meinen Zander (“Rotkohl – das Magazin der Jungkonservativen Bewegung Deutschlands”, zusammen mit Georg Bungter) habe.
Tagelang wird der Kanzler gestürzt, weil die entsprechenden Medien sich auf ihrem ökonomischen Analphabetismus lieber ihre eigenen Eier aufschlagen. Und die Dümmsten aller Christdemokrat*inn*en machen emsig dabei mit, der AfD blaue Teppiche auszurollen. Die reale gesellschaftliche Mehrheit der Demokrat*inn*en wendet sich angewidert ab. Bzw. im Zwergstaat Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, kleiner als Hamburg und nur unwesentlich grösser als das Saarland (oder Köln), einer resolut-professionell-sympathisch auftretenden sozialdemokratischen Blondine zu, die gut aufgepasst hat, wie das die dunkelbrunette Malu Dreyer einst in einem anderen Zwergstaat angestellt hat.
Von Berlin gar nicht zu reden – dreimal so gross wie Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, und halb so gross wie der Ruhrpott. Wird es gelingen, den Immobilienhaien zum ersten Mal in der Geschichte dieser Republik Angst zu machen? Mit teuren Jurist*inn*en-Armeen bis an die Zähne bewaffnet, werden sie sich nicht scheuen, bis vors Bundesverfassungsgericht zu ziehen. Wie werden sie am Ende den Art. 14.2 des Grundgesetzes interpretieren? Grund und Boden ist nicht produzier-, nur verteilbar. Wer soll diese Macht haben? In einer Demokratie?
Schauen Sie am Sonntag in aller Ruhe Sport und “Tatort”. Entscheidend sind nicht Umfragen (geflutet vom AfD-nahen “Insa”) und Hochrechnungen, sondern das vorläufige amtliche Endergebnis. Das kommt immer erst spätabends. Oder am nächsten Morgen.
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Langeweile breitet sich aus – Entscheidend is aufm Platz
Sie merkens nicht. Der immer unerträglicher selbstreferentiell werdende Medienbetrieb erzeugt das, was für ihn tödlich ist: Abstumpfunmg und Langweile. Durch Überdosierung von allem, was niemand braucht. In Deutschland geht es dabei um die – für den männlichen Teil der Bevölkerung – wichtigsten Staatsämter: Bundestrainer und Bundeskanzler. Und zwar in dieser Reihenfolge.
Im Fussball (der Herren) droht die nächste bei den echten Fans verhasste extralange Länderspielpause. Solche Begebenheiten sind der Versuch des milliardenschweren Fussball-Entertainments, die fachunkundige Masse (und Mehrheit) der Event-Fans irgendwie bei der Stange zu halten. In der Sache würde eine Pressemitteilung des DFB genügen, um die Öffentlichkeit wissen zu lassen, wer bei den langweiligen TV-eventisierten Länderspielen mutmasslich mitspielen und auf der Ersatzbank sitzen darf. Stattdessen wird ein mehrtägiges Spektakel inszeniert, bei dem tröpfchenweise einzelne Namen durchgestochen werden. Die Vielfalt der asozialen Medien gewährt hier unbegrenzte Expansionspotenziale solcher Gerüchte- und Spekulationsküchen. Alle Kommerzmedien bedanken sich. Der Rest gääähnt.
“Freundschaftsspiele” von Nationalteams gibt es kaum noch. Da passt sich der Profifussball (der Herren) den politischen Realitäten bereitwillig an. Stattdessen inszeniert die Uefa, die die Mehrheit ihrer Milliarden mit dem Clubfussball (Champions League) einnimmt, einen Kirmeswettbewerb namens “Nations League” – die Regeln werden jährlich geändert, um die Missgeburt ökonomisch zu optimieren. Der eigentliche Zweck ist, eine Marktlücke zu besetzen, bevor es der Teufel des Weltfussballs Gianni Infantino tut. Das ist alles selbstreferentiell bis zum Anschlag – die Fans in den Fussballkneipen versuchen verzweifelt, die Zeit mit Alkohol und Spielautomaten totzuschlagen.
Die Welthauptstadt des Spitzenfussballs (der Herren und der Damen) ist und bleibt Barcelona (Torverhältnis nach 6 Spielen: 27:6!). Schauen Sie nur mal hier. Der Coach, mann hält es kaum für möglich, ist Deutscher. Als Bundestrainer gescheitert und von den fachlich ahnungslosen Medien abserviert. Wenn solcher Fussball dabei “unten rauskommt” (zit. Helmut Kohl) … dann soll es so sein.
Kommen wir zum Zweitwichtigsten – der Politik
Inszenatorisch passiert hier das Gleiche. Seit Wochen wird am Kanzler gesägt. Ich war schon immer der Letzte, der diesen Kerl gegen irgendwas und irgendwen verteidigen will. Aber gegen Billiginszenierungen sträuben sich die Restbestände meiner Intelligenz. Wie gut, dass ich seit den 70er Jahren meinen Zander (“Rotkohl – das Magazin der Jungkonservativen Bewegung Deutschlands”, zusammen mit Georg Bungter) habe.
Tagelang wird der Kanzler gestürzt, weil die entsprechenden Medien sich auf ihrem ökonomischen Analphabetismus lieber ihre eigenen Eier aufschlagen. Und die Dümmsten aller Christdemokrat*inn*en machen emsig dabei mit, der AfD blaue Teppiche auszurollen. Die reale gesellschaftliche Mehrheit der Demokrat*inn*en wendet sich angewidert ab. Bzw. im Zwergstaat Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, kleiner als Hamburg und nur unwesentlich grösser als das Saarland (oder Köln), einer resolut-professionell-sympathisch auftretenden sozialdemokratischen Blondine zu, die gut aufgepasst hat, wie das die dunkelbrunette Malu Dreyer einst in einem anderen Zwergstaat angestellt hat.
Von Berlin gar nicht zu reden – dreimal so gross wie Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, und halb so gross wie der Ruhrpott. Wird es gelingen, den Immobilienhaien zum ersten Mal in der Geschichte dieser Republik Angst zu machen? Mit teuren Jurist*inn*en-Armeen bis an die Zähne bewaffnet, werden sie sich nicht scheuen, bis vors Bundesverfassungsgericht zu ziehen. Wie werden sie am Ende den Art. 14.2 des Grundgesetzes interpretieren? Grund und Boden ist nicht produzier-, nur verteilbar. Wer soll diese Macht haben? In einer Demokratie?
Schauen Sie am Sonntag in aller Ruhe Sport und “Tatort”. Entscheidend sind nicht Umfragen (geflutet vom AfD-nahen “Insa”) und Hochrechnungen, sondern das vorläufige amtliche Endergebnis. Das kommt immer erst spätabends. Oder am nächsten Morgen.
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The novels of Tana French might meander along, but when the balloon goes up... oh my gosh!
#TanaFrench #mystery #thriller #suspense #policeprocedural #books #dublin #crime #suspenseful
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The novels of Tana French might meander along, but when the balloon goes up... oh my gosh!
#TanaFrench #mystery #thriller #suspense #policeprocedural #books #dublin #crime #suspenseful
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The novels of Tana French might meander along, but when the balloon goes up... oh my gosh!
#TanaFrench #mystery #thriller #suspense #policeprocedural #books #dublin #crime #suspenseful
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The novels of Tana French might meander along, but when the balloon goes up... oh my gosh!
#TanaFrench #mystery #thriller #suspense #policeprocedural #books #dublin #crime #suspenseful
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The novels of Tana French might meander along, but when the balloon goes up... oh my gosh!
#TanaFrench #mystery #thriller #suspense #policeprocedural #books #dublin #crime #suspenseful
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@meganL asks:
I bought a POC Cularis helmet that happens to have a magnet clasp. As I've gotten older, my neck skin is no longer tight. For the first time, I managed to very painfully catch my neck skin in the magnet clasp and had a HELL of a time getting it out.
Q6. Are there embarassing/annoying things that have happened to you with your cycle/accessories since becoming old/disabled/temporarily disabled that didn't used to happen?
#BikeNiteQ #BikeNite #BikeTooter #Cycling #MastoBikes cc @bikenite
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@meganL asks:
I bought a POC Cularis helmet that happens to have a magnet clasp. As I've gotten older, my neck skin is no longer tight. For the first time, I managed to very painfully catch my neck skin in the magnet clasp and had a HELL of a time getting it out.
Q6. Are there embarassing/annoying things that have happened to you with your cycle/accessories since becoming old/disabled/temporarily disabled that didn't used to happen?
#BikeNiteQ #BikeNite #BikeTooter #Cycling #MastoBikes cc @bikenite
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@meganL asks:
I bought a POC Cularis helmet that happens to have a magnet clasp. As I've gotten older, my neck skin is no longer tight. For the first time, I managed to very painfully catch my neck skin in the magnet clasp and had a HELL of a time getting it out.
Q6. Are there embarassing/annoying things that have happened to you with your cycle/accessories since becoming old/disabled/temporarily disabled that didn't used to happen?
#BikeNiteQ #BikeNite #BikeTooter #Cycling #MastoBikes cc @bikenite
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@meganL asks:
I bought a POC Cularis helmet that happens to have a magnet clasp. As I've gotten older, my neck skin is no longer tight. For the first time, I managed to very painfully catch my neck skin in the magnet clasp and had a HELL of a time getting it out.
Q6. Are there embarassing/annoying things that have happened to you with your cycle/accessories since becoming old/disabled/temporarily disabled that didn't used to happen?
#BikeNiteQ #BikeNite #BikeTooter #Cycling #MastoBikes cc @bikenite
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@meganL asks:
I bought a POC Cularis helmet that happens to have a magnet clasp. As I've gotten older, my neck skin is no longer tight. For the first time, I managed to very painfully catch my neck skin in the magnet clasp and had a HELL of a time getting it out.
Q6. Are there embarassing/annoying things that have happened to you with your cycle/accessories since becoming old/disabled/temporarily disabled that didn't used to happen?
#BikeNiteQ #BikeNite #BikeTooter #Cycling #MastoBikes cc @bikenite
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Aamun kävelyllä palautin kirjastoon seitsemän kirjaa, mutta yhtään en saanut lainattua kun Helmet-kirjastojärjestelmässä oli käyttöhäiriö (joka on ilmeisesti nyt korjaantunut). Kierrätyshyllystä löytyi kuitenkin kaksi kiinnostavaa kirjaa joten ihan ilman saalista en jäänyt.
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Aamun kävelyllä palautin kirjastoon seitsemän kirjaa, mutta yhtään en saanut lainattua kun Helmet-kirjastojärjestelmässä oli käyttöhäiriö (joka on ilmeisesti nyt korjaantunut). Kierrätyshyllystä löytyi kuitenkin kaksi kiinnostavaa kirjaa joten ihan ilman saalista en jäänyt.
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Aamun kävelyllä palautin kirjastoon seitsemän kirjaa, mutta yhtään en saanut lainattua kun Helmet-kirjastojärjestelmässä oli käyttöhäiriö (joka on ilmeisesti nyt korjaantunut). Kierrätyshyllystä löytyi kuitenkin kaksi kiinnostavaa kirjaa joten ihan ilman saalista en jäänyt.
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Aamun kävelyllä palautin kirjastoon seitsemän kirjaa, mutta yhtään en saanut lainattua kun Helmet-kirjastojärjestelmässä oli käyttöhäiriö (joka on ilmeisesti nyt korjaantunut). Kierrätyshyllystä löytyi kuitenkin kaksi kiinnostavaa kirjaa joten ihan ilman saalista en jäänyt.
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Aamun kävelyllä palautin kirjastoon seitsemän kirjaa, mutta yhtään en saanut lainattua kun Helmet-kirjastojärjestelmässä oli käyttöhäiriö (joka on ilmeisesti nyt korjaantunut). Kierrätyshyllystä löytyi kuitenkin kaksi kiinnostavaa kirjaa joten ihan ilman saalista en jäänyt.
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From the archive — September 2013.
Low and leaning, arms out for balance, purple helmet. Behind her the full length of Boundary Street stretches away. By 2013 the skaters were using the whole road — the long sight lines on a closed street are unlike anything in a derby hall.
This is balance at the edge of what the surface will hold.
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#1girl #belt #belt_buckle #black_arms_insignia #black_bodysuit #black_hair #black_jacket #blue_sky #bodysuit #bracelet #breasts #buckle #choker #cleavage #cloud #cloudy_sky #commission #commissioner_upload #cosplay #dark-skinned_female #dark_skin #earrings #fur_collar #fur_trim #genderswap #genderswap_(mtf) #gloves #helmet #highres #humanization #i_just_love_latinas_sonic_(meme) #jacket #jewelry #large_breasts #lens_flare #makeup #meme #motor_vehicle #motorcycle #motorcycle_helmet #multicolored_hair #non-web_source #on_motorcycle #open_clothes #open_jacket #red_eyes #red_lips #shadow_the_hedgehog #shiny_clothes #shiny_skin #sky #sonic_(series) #source_request #spiked_choker #spikes #streaked_hair #sun #sunlight #tree #two-tone_hair #white_gloves #xan_(artist) https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/8879948
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#1girl #belt #belt_buckle #black_arms_insignia #black_bodysuit #black_hair #black_jacket #blue_sky #bodysuit #bracelet #breasts #buckle #choker #cleavage #cloud #cloudy_sky #commission #commissioner_upload #cosplay #dark-skinned_female #dark_skin #earrings #fur_collar #fur_trim #genderswap #genderswap_(mtf) #gloves #helmet #highres #humanization #i_just_love_latinas_sonic_(meme) #jacket #jewelry #large_breasts #lens_flare #makeup #meme #motor_vehicle #motorcycle #motorcycle_helmet #multicolored_hair #non-web_source #on_motorcycle #open_clothes #open_jacket #red_eyes #red_lips #shadow_the_hedgehog #shiny_clothes #shiny_skin #sky #sonic_(series) #source_request #spiked_choker #spikes #streaked_hair #sun #sunlight #tree #two-tone_hair #white_gloves #xan_(artist) https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/8879948
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#1girl #belt #belt_buckle #black_arms_insignia #black_bodysuit #black_hair #black_jacket #blue_sky #bodysuit #bracelet #breasts #buckle #choker #cleavage #cloud #cloudy_sky #commission #commissioner_upload #cosplay #dark-skinned_female #dark_skin #earrings #fur_collar #fur_trim #genderswap #genderswap_(mtf) #gloves #helmet #highres #humanization #i_just_love_latinas_sonic_(meme) #jacket #jewelry #large_breasts #lens_flare #makeup #meme #motor_vehicle #motorcycle #motorcycle_helmet #multicolored_hair #non-web_source #on_motorcycle #open_clothes #open_jacket #red_eyes #red_lips #shadow_the_hedgehog #shiny_clothes #shiny_skin #sky #sonic_(series) #source_request #spiked_choker #spikes #streaked_hair #sun #sunlight #tree #two-tone_hair #white_gloves #xan_(artist) https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/8879948
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#1other #2boys #3girls #absurdres #against_wall #ainu_clothes #alley #androgynous #asian #bare_shoulders #barefoot #belt #black_choker #black_hair #black_hat #black_lips #black_nails #black_pants #black_shirt #bodysuit #book #book_stack #bookmark #bookshelf #boots #bracelet #brass_knuckles #breasts #brick_wall #brown_eyes #brown_hair #brown_pants #cape #casting_spell #chinese_clothes #choker #closed_eyes #closed_mouth #collar #collared_shirt #collection #colorful_background #commentary #dappled_sunlight #dark-skinned_male #dark_skin #day #deadpool_(series) #dress #dress_shoes #dynamic_pose #earrings #energy #english_commentary #fake_horns #fingernails #fishnets #floating #flying #fur_collar #glasses #gloves #glowing #glowing_hand #glowing_hands #gold_headwear #gold_helmet #graffiti #green_cape #green_jacket #green_lips #green_shirt #hat #helmet #hexagon #hexagon_print #highres #holding #holding_book #honeycomb_(pattern) #honeycomb_background #horns #indoors #intangible #jacket #jewelry #juggernaut_(x-men) #justin_jin_(kid_juggernaut) #kitty_pryde #korean_clothes #lady_loki #latex #latex_bodysuit #lgbt_pride #library #light_rays #loki_(marvel) #long_fingernails #long_hair #magic #male_focus #marvel #medium_breasts #medium_hair #meghan_hetrick #multicolored_armor #multicolored_bodysuit #multiple_boys #multiple_girls #muscular #muscular_male #nico_minoru #open_book #open_mouth #orange_background #pants #patterned_background #pile_of_books #pink_shirt #ponytail #prodigy_(marvel) #purple_bodysuit #purple_boots #purple_gloves #reading #red_boots #red_tunic #red_wrist_cuffs #round_eyewear #runaways_(marvel) #see-through_clothes #see-through_sleeves #shirt #shoes #short_hair #short_sleeves #simple_background #sitting #skirt #sleeve_rolled_up #sleeves_rolled_up #smile #socks #spandex #striped_clothes #striped_skirt #sunlight #superhero_costume #thinking #thor_(marvel)_(series) #through_wall #too_many #too_many_books #torn_clothes #torn_pants #tunic #two-tone_bodysuit #upper_body #valentine_vuong #vertical-striped_clothes #vertical-striped_skirt #waist_cape #weapon #western_comics_(style) #white_pants #white_shirt #white_tunic #witch #witch_hat #wrist_cuffs #x-men #yellow_background #yellow_jacket #yellow_shoes https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/9803076
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CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
As usual, for @ami_angelwings -
CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
As usual, for @ami_angelwings -
CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
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CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
As usual, for @ami_angelwings -
CW: Catgirls in real-world conflict.
Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust - Catgirl Assault
Ai was crawling through a trench when she heard the whine of a drone. She rolled onto her back, her eyes scanning the dark for the telltale warmth of the electric motors.
There - coming up the line of the trench, it had clearly spotted her. She raised her left arm, and a burst of laser light cut the device in half. The explosive charge started burning, but did not detonate.
She resumed her crawl.
Just ahead she could sense multiple bodies in a covered dugout. Then her enhanced ears heard the soft 'meow'. She sprung into action, bursting into the makeshift shelter.
Five figures in fatigues looked up as she burst in, one started to raise a carbine - and then stopped, staring. Another paused in opening a small tin of fish, the kitten in his arms looked at her and hissed.
One paused in bandaging the arm of his companion, who looked up at her and grabbed for a gun that was out of reach.
The fifth ... she growled, the teardrop markings on her face pulling together.
Ai took all of this in in a fraction of a second. The computer side of her mind processed the imagery, and sent her brain a warning to stop.
She froze.
"I am not Russian. I am British" she said in Ukrainian.
The kitten paused in its hiss. The cheetah girl glanced at it, and then looked back at Ai "Who are you? Which unit?"
Ai, slowly reached up and removed her helmet "I am Ai, from the Catgirl Trust."
The man being bandaged grunted, "I've heard of them. They save catgirls in danger."
"Why are you here then?" the cheetah girl had not relaxed.
"We came to see if you needed rescuing."
"I don't" was the terse reply. Her badge said "Mouser".Looking around, Ai saw the helmets with cat ears - all except one, which had little slots cut in it. She muttered something under her breath.
"What was that?" demanded the cheetah.
Ai shook her head "I said I should have listened to Mittens."
"And what did this 'Mittens' say?"
"She told me this mission wouldn't succeed. That I would bring no-one home."
"Yes, you should have listened. Now go, I shall guard my brothers and my home."Ai left, sprinting away from the front, no longer attempting to be stealthy. Once she was a good distance from the dugout, she transmitted "Catgirl present, no danger, consenting." Then she reached over her shoulder in mid-run, and cut another drone in half. She really wanted to get back to Ruth.
In the dugout, Elena, or Mouser in the field, looked at her brothers in arms "We are to take the next trench in the morning. I will cover."
"I will take point" said the one bandaging.There was a meow. Elena looked at the kitten, and made a small noise. It meowed louder. She shrugged.
"No, you will take second. Little Mouser willl take point. Follow his path."
The soldier nodded. If the cats agreed, he was not going to argue.
#SF #SFF #SciFi #Catgirls #Microfic #Tootfic #Microfiction #IAmWriting
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