Online Aquiline Tracking

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On a small island that has laying benignly about it the magic of bygone years that is still accessible to those few in whose veins courses the blood of the auld race. It is now one of them that climbs that barren peak of what the locals call the Faery Hill. Upon reaching the crest he turns his gaze out over the sea trying to pierce the far horizon over the wave capped waters. He feels the air start to build up its strength and now knows the time has come. Raising his arms he incants the message then whispers her name into the wind to be carried away over the sea. Three times he says her name but with every breath just a little bit louder until the fourth time when he shouts it out loud in a...

i'm getting so much feels so here are the qualities of each member that I'm super fond of! HJ (bias wrecker #2) * vocals: beautiful nasal tenor rap tone with amazing flow; not always complex but always exciting! super fun ad libs * visuals: cheeky peach blossom eyes, beautiful nose bridge that cuts, very pretty teeth * performance: incredible stage presence, super wicked facial expressions * tsundere * super hardworking & overachieves * convicted about social issues close to his heart * a simply wonderful human being SH (golden boy #2; I don't usually ult visuals\* but this man singlehandedly upended my usual pattern) * vocals: gorgeous baritone with beautiful fals...

[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/12vz0ht/molossus_chapter_one/) [Chapter Fourteen](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/13uzp6k/molossus_chapter_fourteen/) [Chapter Sixteen](https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/13zio58/molossus_chapter_sixteen/) CONTENT WARNING: This one contains some implied torture. Nothing explicit, but be aware. *United Launch Alliance main facility. Decatur, Alabama. Ten minutes before the DC attack.* Chao never thought she’d think this, but here she was, sitting at a table in a conference room which looked out into a giant assembly room holding multiple huge rockets in various stages of construction. She also was sitting next to an alien, on...

You ask me to explain why I am afraid of a draught of cool air; why I shiver more than others upon entering a cold room, and seem nauseated and repelled when the chill of evening creeps through the heat of a mild autumn day. There are those who say I respond to cold as others do to a bad odour, and I am the last to deny the impression. What I will do is to relate the most horrible circumstance I ever encountered, and leave it to you to judge whether or not this forms a suitable explanation of my peculiarity. It is a mistake to fancy that horror is associated inextricably with darkness, silence, and solitude. I found it in the glare of mid-afternoon, in the clangour of a metropolis, and ...

“Come on Ms. Betty, time to go see the good doctor.” The large, busty nurse latched on to the elderly woman’s chair and whisked her unceremoniously from the recreation room, where she’d sat watching others play games she had until recently enjoyed. She felt off balance as they swept down the long corridor to the elevators. Betty could only observe, she had no means to resist or protest. She was no longer capable of speech. She could not walk nor employ her hands as anything but uncoordinated blobs of flesh, much like a tiny infant. She could only take the seemingly interminable rides when the nurses came. Today it was the one she feared the most, Nurse Harris; a big woman who enjoy...

“Come on Ms. Betty, time to go see the good doctor.” The large, busty nurse latched on to the elderly woman’s chair and whisked her unceremoniously from the recreation room, where she’d sat watching others play games she had until recently enjoyed. She felt off balance as they swept down the long corridor to the elevators. Betty could only observe, she had no means to resist or protest. She was no longer capable of speech. She could not walk nor employ her hands as anything but uncoordinated blobs of flesh, much like a tiny infant. She could only take the seemingly interminable rides when the nurses came. Today it was the one she feared the most, Nurse Harris; a big woman who enjoye...

​ https://preview.redd.it/4azq3vh501a81.jpg?width=640&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a8f84ef2d90c5be851638bc2181c44d82f3faae9 Final rules governing unmanned aircraft, commonly known as drones, were released Monday by the Federal Aviation Administration, a move expected to open the door for delivery of consumer packages by air. The rules establish minimum standards for safety so drones can fly over populated areas and at night, under certain conditions. According to an FAA statement, the rules come at a time when drones represent the fastest-growing segment in the entire transportation sector. Currently there are more than 1.7 million drone registrations an...

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It’s the fourth week of [Fantasy Next Top Model Cycle 3](https://imgur.com/FTtszXW), and as the models enter the room, they can feel the physical presence of those who have left them. Paloma, Adriana, Giselle, Gabriella. All of them friends, all of them supermodels. All of them gone. The remaining models know that the competition ruthlessly cuts the strong from the weak each round, as if it’s some cruel and merciless survival of the fittest. But in this judging room, only the best will make it. And only one shall be crowned. In front of them stands Tyra Banks, both her hands set firmly on her hips, analysing them all with a knowing smirk. She and her panel of supermodel judges are there...

I hope this fits here. There's a posh school (think Hogwarts for muggles) in the Isle of Man (a small island in the middle of the Irish Sea, assume the question setter has British culture) which does what I can only describe as a rather hard cryptic quiz every year. Each section has a theme, and sometimes working that out is necessary before you can progress on some of the questions: My approach is to have 3 levels for my answer to a question: 1) Brain power only 2) Research to refine theories (for example, I think I know who George and Mary are in 1:8 and think they had a child who died of epilepsy but don't know its name so I'm going to go to his wikipedia page and have ...

When my father drove off a bridge near Buckhead in 1961, I was 20 years old. I had no job, no money, and not even high school qualifications. My mother had gotten lung cancer the year before, and my sister was in jail. She'd worked in an illegal whorehouse somewhere in Tampa, and not three years after my father's funeral, a state trooper would shoot her dead. Pulled a knife on him, he said in court, and no one was around to argue. The only thing I had, at the time, was the sense of how goddamned unfair life was turning out to be. At an age when my friends were driving cadillacs and talking about college, I was mopping floors at a pharmacy. And the pay was ****, I only did it to...