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You just got about a million times cooler in my book because you like SPG. And you were already waaayyyy up there as far as cool points go.  

YES! WIN FOR HANNIE!

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Steam Powered Giraffe — PLAYED 4,987 TIMES

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STEAM POWERED GIRAFFE - HONEYBEE

You didn’t have to smile at me

Your grin’s the sweetest that I’ve ever seen
But you did, yes you did

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stormhawksstork:

hanniebones:

stormhawksstork:

hanniebones:

stormhawksstork:

*and we’re walkin again*

Walking is fine with Stork, at least for a little while. He has a restless mind most days, and focusing on making sure nothing gets the two of them keeps it from wandering too far, too fast. He’s slightly nervous again, and one question is one his mind.

"So…um…which tombstone do we visit?" He’s probably used to visiting them, considering Atmos is like it is. It’s a sad thought, but war isn’t pretty. He’s still uncertain if Hannie has anyone there, and he’s careful when he asks. His nose twitches slightly as he takes in the scent of fallen leaves, earth, and, well, Hannie, because she’s right next to him, and he’s still wearing her coat. Oh, right.

Not too far down the trail, Stork spooks slightly at a fluttering of tiny wings. Bat? Well, no. A more feathery friend. A small bird lands on the trail and hops a small distance, before turning and looking at them with a tilted head. Stork frowns slightly and lifts a foot to try and get it to fly away. Of course, he makes no move to kick it or stomp on it…he’s not that cruel. But he’s not about to let the bird know that.

"Shoo." The bird hops away for a second, even takes flight, before landing nearby with a twitter. Stork scoffs and tries to look bigger by opening Hannie’s coat and approaching the little….sparrow? Chickadee? Who knows. The bird only takes a couple hops back and stops with a fluff of its feathers. Stork flaps the coat. Nothing. The bird doesn’t seem intimidated in the least, only curious as to what in the world he is. Stork tries to ignore it and keeps going down the trail, but the bird’s hopping after him. He whirls around, and the bird flies backwards and lands, waits for him to keep going, and follows again. Stork’s well aware of the little creature trailing behind him and is growing paranoid.

"I don’t have anything," he grumbles over his shoulder. "Go away." The bird seems to obey, and Stork smirks as it flies into the air, but does a full-body twitch when he suddenly feels something on his head. He stops, and with an audible noise of fear, rolls his eyes up to look at….yes. The bird. It’s a small bird, but it’s looking at his earrings and gently pecking at them.

"Oh-oh no-" Stork panics and tries to shake it away. It’s going to peck his earrings out! (Probably not, but…this is Stork.)

*another beast defeated*

Stork flinches as Hannie shoos the bird away.

"Just my luck," he comments dryly. Still, he looks appreciative of the gesture of chasing the bird from his head. "I don’t know what it is with animals today…they seem attracted like I’m a magnet." He dusts himself off. "…Or they’re all diseased." This seems like the best explanation in his mind. Still, he glances at Hannie and offers the smallest of smiles. "…Well, assuming nothing else attacks my ears…" He follows along beside her, trying to relax again. There are more birds in the trees, but fortunately, no others seem to take interest in flying on his head.

Did they mean to get close to the graveyard? Stork isn’t sure if that qualifies as a date, looking at where dead people lay, but if Hannie wants… He looks at the several headstones in the distance. If he wasn’t quiet before, he is now, as if trying to be respectful.

"Um…who do we visit first?" His voice has dropped to a near-whisper.

"Personally I don’t have anyone here. It’s used more as a historical site now…

…I just think its kind of sombering and gives the area a bit more importance.”

Stork would be lying if he said he isn’t relieved.

"Oh, good," he remarks, then jerks slightly, stammering, "I-I mean…sad they died and all, but…um…" He looks up at the trees. "….You don’t have family here…" He hadn’t wanted to see Hannie cry or mourn too deeply, is all. He isn’t sure he would be able to deal with a crying girl. He’s not the best at comfort. Heck, he can barely comfort himself. And Hannie seems like a nice girl. She doesn’t deserve to have anyone die.

"Historical site," he repeats, and nods some. "Yeah…we have similar on Atmos. Late Sky Knights." Of course they do. Sky Knights are important there, after all. His voice implies he doesn’t care to go to that historical site, probably because the past Storm Hawks are honored there, and it always digs up buried emotions.

"Are we allowed to get closer?" He doesn’t want to trespass, although it’s more worry for angry ghosts than the law. A fluttering above gets his attention, and sure enough…

"You again?" The bird flies down, chirping. Stork’s expression is deadpan. He gives up trying to scare the darn thing away. Warily, he crouches down so he’s eye to eye with the feathered creature.

"Persistent, aren’t you?" He flinches again as the bird hops closer, before it perches on his knee. Its head tilts. Stork sticks his tongue out at it.

"You want to keep walking? You can bring your new friend."

Stork looked unamused.

"Haha." He glares at the bird a moment longer. "…Finn probably got into some crystal experiment of Piper’s again….is that you, Finn?" A sneer, and the bird gently pecks at the metal ‘X’ on his chest.

"Yup….attracted to shiny things. All the proof we need." The bird’s probably not Finn, but…it would certainly make a good story. Stork stands up, and, predictably, the bird flies a small distance away, but seems to be waiting for them. It seems very unafraid of the two.

"Should’ve kept that cake," Stork muses, but tries to look as if he isn’t getting attached to the bird. "….It would probably be the only one able to eat it." Gaze falling to Hannie, he shrugs casually. "Sure. We can keep walking." He seems content to let Hannie lead the way, not knowing this world as well as she does. The bird follows, of course. It will stop a small distance ahead on the trail, fly away as they near, then land somewhere else, almost leading the way. Well, if Stork can be in this world, this bird can be highly intelligent.

"Just look out for cats," Stork calls to the bird darkly, but it’s half-hearted. The bird hops over to him, pecks at his foot, and flies away before he can retaliate. Stork looks comically shocked, then grumbles.

*and we’re off again*

Stork hesitates.

"….For now." He watches the bird hopping nearby, pecking at some bug on the ground. "I don’t handle the cold too well." He wraps Hannie’s coat a little tighter around himself, but seems to makes sure she isn’t cold. “As lovely as hypothermia sounds…I’d suggest not risking it.” This might be why he’s pressed a little closer to her, for her body heat. It’s probably not cold enough to freeze to death, but…you never know. He can stay outside for a little while, anyway. Mostly, he doesn’t want to spoil anything.

Some strange impulse does come around, however, and he blames it on some hidden illness, but his eyes roam up to the trees. One ear twitches. The bird has already taken residence up one of them, one with more branches.

"Hmm…" With an alarming speed, he’s suddenly past Hannie, and a cat or some sort of lizard is probably the only way to compare how he scales the tree. He scrambles up, barely slipping, more than likely because of his prehensile toes that are like a second set of hands. He’s enviously good at getting up on a branch, even though he has been out of practice. And he can balance. Those feet keep him steady as an anchor. And there he perches, above Hannie’s head, not even out of breath.

"Heh…um…" He looks around. "…You can see more up here." He might be showing off….just a little.

Really?

Stork peers down at her with a small, nervous smile.

"Nobody’s forcing you, but, um…" He suddenly turns his body so he has a good grip on the branch with his feet and hangs just enough to extend a hand. "Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall to a bone-shattering death. Believe it or not, Merbs are actually good at this sort of thing. Tree-dwellers and all." He doesn’t make a move to grab her, letting her come to her own decision. The idea of physical contact once more makes his heart race a tad, but he’s almost completely certain Hannie isn’t harboring anything contagious. The bird, in the meantime, is watching from a higher branch while fluffing its feathers and preening.

Stork is…surprisingly gentle. He gently takes Hannie’s hand, but also wraps his other arm around her waist with his face turning a bit red in embarrassment.

"Sorry," he apologizes. He just knows that lifting Hannie up by just an arm could very well dislocate it…and that she’s probably just as good at punching him in the face using her other if that were to happen. When he’s sure he has a strong enough grip on her, he pulls them up.

Wheee!

He’s not as strong as a Wallop, but when it comes to strength on the team, he might be in the running for second. It takes a lot to pull up a ship as big as the Condor, after all. Stork’s able to pull himself up with his feet and carefully set Hannie down on the branch. However, he keeps an arm around her waist until he’s sure that she has her balance. His heart is going a little faster than he deems safe from the contact, but he can imagine it was uncomfortable for the both of them to be pressed together like that on the way up.

"Umm…" Stork bunches his shoulders in a sheepish way and gestures to the view. "….Not bad, right?"

Curious

lightning-claw:

finnvapos:

xephercross:

freeflowingspirit:

So how long have you guys been in the Nerd Corps Fandom? Not the fandom today, but basically when you first watched a show from Nerd Corps and just fell in love.

Since 2003 for me~

2014, I watched dragon booster…

I was really into Storm Hawks when it first aired way back when, but when I rediscovered it this year It was like WOOOOOOOOAH.. CHILDHOOD FLASHBACK! Now being older and more familiar with the actual elements of art and aesthetics of animation I have much more respect for it. The line work, story line, character designs, just EVERYTHING! That and I’m a sucker for anything steam punk-ishly designed and it’s become a great inspiration for my own art work, so here I am in the fandom doing…what ever it is that I’m doing…

hanniebones:

So my boss at the coffee place gave me a raise last week for “bombastic customer service” which led to a pretty big spike is sales apparently and today she brought me a pack of chocolate mint cookies (which are my favorite and thought to be extinct among our store locations) This job I swear….

finnvapos said: That’s so amazing, you’re so adorable. I hope that wasn’t offensive of me saying. You’re just a really sweet person and I can only imagine how much more sweet u’d be in person. Like “I’m here for candy but this person is amazing, can I stay?”

Dude, you’re going to make me cry! I’m in one of my classes right now and that’s going to be awkward for everyone!

So my boss at the coffee place gave me a raise last week for “bombastic customer service” which led to a pretty big spike is sales apparently and today she brought me a pack of chocolate mint cookies (which are my favorite and thought to be extinct among our store locations) This job I swear….

thecryptocreep:

I’ve been thinking about what groups of cryptids would be called.

Nestle of nessies.

Chortle of chupacabras.

Satchel of sasquatches.

Those are horrible don’t ever let me come up with things.

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DONT BE FRIENDS WITH ME I LAUGH AT MY OWN JOKES FOR YEARS

I did it! I doodled my dream skimmer! Based off of a Royal Enfield Classic, I basically want Sirius Black’s bike with wings, boosters, and weaponry compartments.. now off to bribe some poor soul to build it for me!

I did it! I doodled my dream skimmer! Based off of a Royal Enfield Classic, I basically want Sirius Black’s bike with wings, boosters, and weaponry compartments.. now off to bribe some poor soul to build it for me!

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trzynastyksiezyc:

talkdowntowhitepeople:

idk why introverts have a reputation of being quiet and shy people who’d rather be alone. have you ever been friends with an introvert who’s decided you’re worth their time? we turn into the clingiest, most needy pieces of shit on the planet because there’s so few people we actually can stand

That’s exactly what all the people should know. 

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this is me
We're Going to Be Friends - Unknown - White Blood Cells
The White Stripes — PLAYED 18,521 TIMES

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The White Stripes - We’re Going To Be Friends

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stormhawksstork:

*and we’re walkin again*

Walking is fine with Stork, at least for a little while. He has a restless mind most days, and focusing on making sure nothing gets the two of them keeps it from wandering too far, too fast. He’s slightly nervous again, and one question is one his mind.

"So…um…which tombstone do we visit?" He’s probably used to visiting them, considering Atmos is like it is. It’s a sad thought, but war isn’t pretty. He’s still uncertain if Hannie has anyone there, and he’s careful when he asks. His nose twitches slightly as he takes in the scent of fallen leaves, earth, and, well, Hannie, because she’s right next to him, and he’s still wearing her coat. Oh, right.

Not too far down the trail, Stork spooks slightly at a fluttering of tiny wings. Bat? Well, no. A more feathery friend. A small bird lands on the trail and hops a small distance, before turning and looking at them with a tilted head. Stork frowns slightly and lifts a foot to try and get it to fly away. Of course, he makes no move to kick it or stomp on it…he’s not that cruel. But he’s not about to let the bird know that.

"Shoo." The bird hops away for a second, even takes flight, before landing nearby with a twitter. Stork scoffs and tries to look bigger by opening Hannie’s coat and approaching the little….sparrow? Chickadee? Who knows. The bird only takes a couple hops back and stops with a fluff of its feathers. Stork flaps the coat. Nothing. The bird doesn’t seem intimidated in the least, only curious as to what in the world he is. Stork tries to ignore it and keeps going down the trail, but the bird’s hopping after him. He whirls around, and the bird flies backwards and lands, waits for him to keep going, and follows again. Stork’s well aware of the little creature trailing behind him and is growing paranoid.

"I don’t have anything," he grumbles over his shoulder. "Go away." The bird seems to obey, and Stork smirks as it flies into the air, but does a full-body twitch when he suddenly feels something on his head. He stops, and with an audible noise of fear, rolls his eyes up to look at….yes. The bird. It’s a small bird, but it’s looking at his earrings and gently pecking at them.

"Oh-oh no-" Stork panics and tries to shake it away. It’s going to peck his earrings out! (Probably not, but…this is Stork.)

*another beast defeated*

Stork flinches as Hannie shoos the bird away.

"Just my luck," he comments dryly. Still, he looks appreciative of the gesture of chasing the bird from his head. "I don’t know what it is with animals today…they seem attracted like I’m a magnet." He dusts himself off. "…Or they’re all diseased." This seems like the best explanation in his mind. Still, he glances at Hannie and offers the smallest of smiles. "…Well, assuming nothing else attacks my ears…" He follows along beside her, trying to relax again. There are more birds in the trees, but fortunately, no others seem to take interest in flying on his head.

Did they mean to get close to the graveyard? Stork isn’t sure if that qualifies as a date, looking at where dead people lay, but if Hannie wants… He looks at the several headstones in the distance. If he wasn’t quiet before, he is now, as if trying to be respectful.

"Um…who do we visit first?" His voice has dropped to a near-whisper.

"Personally I don’t have anyone here. It’s used more as a historical site now…

…I just think its kind of sombering and gives the area a bit more importance.”

Stork would be lying if he said he isn’t relieved.

"Oh, good," he remarks, then jerks slightly, stammering, "I-I mean…sad they died and all, but…um…" He looks up at the trees. "….You don’t have family here…" He hadn’t wanted to see Hannie cry or mourn too deeply, is all. He isn’t sure he would be able to deal with a crying girl. He’s not the best at comfort. Heck, he can barely comfort himself. And Hannie seems like a nice girl. She doesn’t deserve to have anyone die.

"Historical site," he repeats, and nods some. "Yeah…we have similar on Atmos. Late Sky Knights." Of course they do. Sky Knights are important there, after all. His voice implies he doesn’t care to go to that historical site, probably because the past Storm Hawks are honored there, and it always digs up buried emotions.

"Are we allowed to get closer?" He doesn’t want to trespass, although it’s more worry for angry ghosts than the law. A fluttering above gets his attention, and sure enough…

"You again?" The bird flies down, chirping. Stork’s expression is deadpan. He gives up trying to scare the darn thing away. Warily, he crouches down so he’s eye to eye with the feathered creature.

"Persistent, aren’t you?" He flinches again as the bird hops closer, before it perches on his knee. Its head tilts. Stork sticks his tongue out at it.

"You want to keep walking? You can bring your new friend."

Stork looked unamused.

"Haha." He glares at the bird a moment longer. "…Finn probably got into some crystal experiment of Piper’s again….is that you, Finn?" A sneer, and the bird gently pecks at the metal ‘X’ on his chest.

"Yup….attracted to shiny things. All the proof we need." The bird’s probably not Finn, but…it would certainly make a good story. Stork stands up, and, predictably, the bird flies a small distance away, but seems to be waiting for them. It seems very unafraid of the two.

"Should’ve kept that cake," Stork muses, but tries to look as if he isn’t getting attached to the bird. "….It would probably be the only one able to eat it." Gaze falling to Hannie, he shrugs casually. "Sure. We can keep walking." He seems content to let Hannie lead the way, not knowing this world as well as she does. The bird follows, of course. It will stop a small distance ahead on the trail, fly away as they near, then land somewhere else, almost leading the way. Well, if Stork can be in this world, this bird can be highly intelligent.

"Just look out for cats," Stork calls to the bird darkly, but it’s half-hearted. The bird hops over to him, pecks at his foot, and flies away before he can retaliate. Stork looks comically shocked, then grumbles.

*and we’re off again*

Stork hesitates.

"….For now." He watches the bird hopping nearby, pecking at some bug on the ground. "I don’t handle the cold too well." He wraps Hannie’s coat a little tighter around himself, but seems to makes sure she isn’t cold. “As lovely as hypothermia sounds…I’d suggest not risking it.” This might be why he’s pressed a little closer to her, for her body heat. It’s probably not cold enough to freeze to death, but…you never know. He can stay outside for a little while, anyway. Mostly, he doesn’t want to spoil anything.

Some strange impulse does come around, however, and he blames it on some hidden illness, but his eyes roam up to the trees. One ear twitches. The bird has already taken residence up one of them, one with more branches.

"Hmm…" With an alarming speed, he’s suddenly past Hannie, and a cat or some sort of lizard is probably the only way to compare how he scales the tree. He scrambles up, barely slipping, more than likely because of his prehensile toes that are like a second set of hands. He’s enviously good at getting up on a branch, even though he has been out of practice. And he can balance. Those feet keep him steady as an anchor. And there he perches, above Hannie’s head, not even out of breath.

"Heh…um…" He looks around. "…You can see more up here." He might be showing off….just a little.

Really?

Stork peers down at her with a small, nervous smile.

"Nobody’s forcing you, but, um…" He suddenly turns his body so he has a good grip on the branch with his feet and hangs just enough to extend a hand. "Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall to a bone-shattering death. Believe it or not, Merbs are actually good at this sort of thing. Tree-dwellers and all." He doesn’t make a move to grab her, letting her come to her own decision. The idea of physical contact once more makes his heart race a tad, but he’s almost completely certain Hannie isn’t harboring anything contagious. The bird, in the meantime, is watching from a higher branch while fluffing its feathers and preening.

bands-are-my-drug:

hanniebones:

lightning-claw:

When someone tells me skimmers will never be a real thing:

And so the invention of the skimmer falls into the hands of the Storm Hawks fandom

LET’S DO IT

Actually…. Someone could do this… We have the technology! Because of the turbine size, they may have to be a bit bigger than the ones used in the show, BUT SOMEONE COULD TOTALLY DO THIS!

hanniebones:

Going pistol shooting with my pilot friend. This is going to be interesting…

I got trigger happy and blew Gumby’s face in half and I’m sorry

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  X dang it

Going pistol shooting with my pilot friend. This is going to be interesting…

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