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Rust tag dump (1/2).

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Some more thoughts on Netflix One Piece episode 1 (as someone who has never watched or read the series, so this is the only One Piece content I’ve ever gotten into):

1) I like how Luffy called himself out on shouting out his move set. It definitely feels like the show was made by writers who know their anime-isms.

2) This man Zoro’s jaw is as strong as Captain America’s biceps.

3) Damn, they really got Deke Shaw to play Pennywise. Also, what the fuck, there’s a Pennywise pirate?

4) This show somehow managed to drag Ian McShane out of bed to play the narrator.

5) “Captain Morgan” I see what you did there. I’m assuming that was the intention.

6) Shockingly, not as much rum drinking as I thought there’d be. Pretty sure no one besides me actually cares about that.

7) Part of me is laughing at the fact that I can tell where there would be a backstory flashback in the anime. One of my pet peeves about anime in general is the over-reliance on flashbacks, so the show only sticking to Luffy flashbacks so far feels like a good choice.

8) I know that anime is known for fan service, but I wasn’t expecting to see man ass in the first episode.

Anyways, onto episode 2.

[boopsiesdaisies]

Check (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Literally my first fanfic since middle school, sorry y'all. I got that Spencer Reid brainrot. ALSO how does this work on Tumblr??? I legit haven't done this since you could fancast on Wattpad.

Spencer Reid x Reader | 1,470 words | Fluff | GN!Reader

Master List

Literally you two on the jet playing chess, set in season one/early season two.

“Do not even think about it!” You yelled, “I’m going to win if this is the last thing I do!”

Reid struggled to stifle his crooked smirk. He knew you were just going to get more upset if you saw him smiling. “I was just going to say you’re in check.”

“I’m going to put you in check in a second, Reid.” The chessboard was beginning to mock you. It must have been rigged. There must have been magnets underneath the board changing everything making this impossible to win. Plus Morgan’s soft snorts whenever you yelled at Reid reminded you that the rest of the team was watching you get your ass handed to you.

“Actually you have less than a three percent chance of doing that,” Reid explained. “And if anything about the last six games have been telling then it’s probably lower than that.”

“I swear to God, Reid,” you exclaimed. “I’ll show you what check looks like.”

You weren’t even sure how you got here. Gideon had cornered you after the case saying “he needed to rest on the jet” and that “you should get Reid to teach you how to play chess” something something “it’ll make you a better profiler” something something else. You were bad for not always listening to Gideon’s Dad-isms, but you couldn’t always help it. You wanted to rest! The week in New Mexico had been exhausting. You wanted nothing more than to close your eyes on the jet with your headphones blasting whatever awful audiobook you started before the case that you didn’t really care about and sleep. Sleep like no one could wake you up for another thousand years. Plus, you were pretty sure it was more of the case of Gideon was worried about Reid and less of you needing to be a better profiler. Sure, you weren’t the top of your class but you were far from a fledgling who needed chess to make you better at your job. 

Despite that, there you sat. Six lost games of chess later, and only an hour and a half into the four and half hour flight. Maybe it was pathetic to try to fight at this point. The cheat sheet Reid had written up for you felt useless. The pieces all blurred together and what even was the difference between a rook and a bishop?

“Are you going to make a move?” Reid asked.

“Yes! I’m just thinking,” you shifted the way you were sitting, slightly bumping the table, getting a terribly brilliant idea. The pieces had just jumped slightly as you hit the table by accident. You just had to sell it.

“Do you feel that Reid?” You asked, the fake worry dripping like honey from your voice.

“Feel what?” He snapped his head back and forth between you and the side of the jet.

“Oh no! Turbulence!” You shifted your legs again, crossing them differently; in the process you kicked the table from underneath as hard as you could. The chess pieces dramatically went flying much further and harder than you expected. Rooks and pawns scattered across the table and the floor in front of both you and Reid.

“What? There’s no turbulence, you can’t just scatter the pieces because you were losing!” Reid yelled trying to grab pieces and place them back in their positions. “Plus, I have an eidetic memory, I know where the pieces were!”

The rest of the team was laughing; pulled away from their activities to watch the commotion. You groaned and leaned under the table to grab the pieces.

“If you don’t want to play, you don’t have to,” Reid’s face hadn’t fallen, but from the tone of voice part of you felt it was laced with something. It felt reminiscent of disappointment, but like he was trying to mask it. 

You sensed it before you processed it and began to speak on pure instinct. “Sorry, Reid, why don’t we reset?”

Part of you wanted to get to know the brainiac doctor better and this was the opportunity to do so, but it would mean admitting you were bad at something. Somehow you were the most competitive person on the team, and Gideon must have known that. You were always getting your nose into arguments trying to win sheerly for the fact of wanting to win, less about caring about a topic. Some people saw that as a flaw, but you always saw it as the trait that got you here. You lived your life out of spite, and competitiveness was the unfortunate consequence of that. By the time you had grabbed the single pawn off the floor, Reid had leaned under the table searching for it too. 

“I got it,” you sigh and go to stand up. In the moment of fate, your confidence was struck down even lower to the lowest of clichés. In a flash of an instance, as the two of you attempted to right yourselves and unfold from underneath the table, you hit heads. It was just like those cheesy rom coms that Garcia forced you to watch on your girls’ nights that you pretended to hate. 

“Oh shit, sorry Reid–”

“No, I’m sorry– I–I’m–Um–Sorry, I–” Reid stuttered, and you realized just how precarious your position was, nose to nose under the table where no one could see you.

It was the first time you were that close to Reid, the infamous germaphobe who refused handshakes from everyone always seemed to keep his distance from you. You finally got a good look at him. Glasses that framed his face, his soft doe-like brown eyes, and brown hair that curled just so gently under his ears. The heat began to rise to your face, and Reid’s face had the same reaction. The red blush spread from the apples of his cheeks to his ears and down his neck. You cursed the universe that he was exactly your type: gangly limbs, genius-intellect, perfect eyes and all. 

Reid practically jumped trying to get out from under the table, hitting his head as he went and sat back at the seat. You steadied yourself with a deep breath and climbed out from under the table. When you resurfaced, you avoided Reid’s gaze, and Morgan’s eyes were the first that you met. As began to realize your mistake, he began to purse his lips and rub his hands up his arms as if he was poorly making out with his imaginary woman. 

“Morgan, if that's how you kiss a woman, I feel sorry for Garcia,” you laced your words with as much venom as you could muster.

You turned back to Reid who was carefully lifting and replacing the chess pieces on the squares. 

“Did you know that chess was actually called chaturanga when it was first played in India in the 8th century CE? Plus it was actually played on an eight by eight grid and it wasn’t until it began to spread to Europe in the 10th century CE that it began to shift to the chess we’re playing. Even then it would take over a thousand years before either of us would know how to play,” Reid was coping as best as he could, even though you were afraid you broke him. He was relying on his intellect to avoid the topic at hand. 

Why was he even so embarrassed? Why were you? It wasn’t like you thought he was attractive. Sure, he was your type! But that didn’t mean anything. You could think a man was hot without wanting to date him. And sure, he was perfect for you, and maybe you were even more competitive than usual because you wanted to impress him but that would be ridiculous. 

Oh…

You were down bad. 

“I didn’t know that, although I’m sure you can play chess, I think I’m just moving pieces around,” you shamefully admitted.

“You’ll get it, don’t worry, once you know how the piece moves it will get easier,” Reid’s reassurance immediately struck your heart. Damnit. 

“Why don’t you just explain it all to me again?” You asked. “Like treat me like I’m a kid, maybe I’ll get it better then.”

“Okay, so there are 32 pieces on a chessboard, and you control 16 of them. There are six types of pieces…”

“You knew what you were doing,” Hotch leaned over to Gideon watching the two members of the team playing chess; staying as carefully out of earshot as he could. Reid carefully re-explaining the pieces, pointing to each one. 

“Of course I did,” Gideon said. “If  the two of them pined after each other in silence for two more minutes I thought I was going to lose it. Now they have four hours to spend with each other because neither of them will give up.”

[squirrellypoo]

Ep8 "What Can The Damned Really Say To The Damned" rewatch thoughts (Part 2)

Here's my second set of things I noticed on my third rewatch! Part 1 is here if you missed it...

11. On Claudia's first visit to the forest, we can briefly see a red mark on one of the trees. When brightened up, it's clearly a handprint, in fresh blood. Edit: ah, it’s not blood but paint from the kids painting their hands and slapping trees to show how far they could go into the forest!

12. I totally missed that the BBC radio bulletin talks about looted art being loaded onto trucks to be taken back to Paris! So that’s how they knew to jump in a truck and be taken all the way there rather than just random hitch-hiking.

13. Morgan mentions that Louis's photo of Grace was printed onto albumen, by a glass-plate camera, and I was intrigued by this and wanted to learn more. If you're also interested, have a read of this Wikipedia article.

14. I thought I must've been missing some sort of reference in Daniel's “Maybe you’re just frosting the pie?” line (about Louis remembering Claudia dreaming), but Google has no evidence this is a saying? So it looks like this was just a Daniel-ism? How odd.

15. Ohhhhh it's a factory they're all camping in! That makes sense, with the thick walls and boiler room, but I couldn't quite work out whether it was a church or meeting hall or what.

16. Claudia is singing the Anna Anna nursery rhyme that the children just taught her in order to lure the pissing soldier into the woods. Nice touch!

17. Both soldiers from the woods are in Daciana's castle. First we see one in the room that Louis and Claudia pass through before the one on the table by the fire that she calls “a burnt tray of bread”. Guess this first guy just dies after a while? Or maybe Louis and Claudia finish him off?

18. In the Dubai bedroom, there’s nothing on Armand’s bedside table (nothing!) but on Louis’s side there are so many well-thumbed books, cascading from the nightstand onto the floor…

19. The TdV programme is for “Des Cris Dans Les Ténèbres!” (Shrieks in the Darkness). I love that the actual item is in French, but the posters up all around Paris are in English, because Louis would’ve translated them into English and that’s how he remembered them! The details! 🤌

20. In the truck scene, Louis is still healing from Daciana’s attack. It made me wonder how long it would take to drive (pre-motorways!) from Romania to Paris. So I looked it up, and using modern roads, but avoiding motorways, it'd take 31hrs straight. But they’d have to break to sleep somewhere safe in the day, and many of the roads and bridges would likely have been bombed and required detours, so I think we can assume it'd take several days to get there. So if Louis still isn't healed by the time we see them outside Paris, he is one seriously malnourished vampire. 😔 The blood really was bad there!

And that's my list of weird things I noticed in the first episode! Part 1 is here if you missed it, and do let me know in the notes if there's any of these you missed, too!

[micamicster]

To jump back a dozen posts in my beautiful mind we all know that garcia and morgan were not only in love but deeply sexually attracted to each other and they were kept apart by that special 2000s case of the week tv ism that didn’t believe in a) interracial couples or b) a fat woman being hot for real and not for jokes. Let us all bow our heads and shed a tear

[vonclosen]

personally generally speaking i don’t really like to ascribe to any very specific political movement or party (various -isms— i’m not talking about like, BDS or other similar movements that actually push for useful social change) bc i feel they are often limiting in worldview and only seek to box in thinking & prefer to come to my own conclusions about the world around me. i’m naturally a very intense person, but i don’t really believe in being politically dogmatic. it just goes against the reality of human nature. we are far more complex than any set of rules-

which is why i tend to find people who strongly ascribe to marxism or any other flavor of dogmatic communism and act like they’re ideologically better than everyone else to be super annoying. being on your high horse about anything is annoying. to my point: marxism still operates within western colonial realms of thinking— it stems from enlightenment-era conceptions of progress and takes inspiration from unilineal evolutionism.

engels and marx were known fanboys of lewis henry morgan, one of two very prominent unilineal evolutionists (sir edward burnett tylor being the other), and author of “ethnical periods” (which is just as racist as it sounds; morgan famously spoke of the “inferior brain size of native americans” and claimed that “whites had bigger brains than any other group and were intellectually and morally superior”) which covers the "evolution" of societies from "savagery to barbarism to civilization," white victorian society being seen as the height of civilization. it’s pretty questionable stuff.

this is to say, from a theoretical standpoint, sure, some ideas that stem from marxism are useful. marxist thought has been extremely influential in anthropology, politics, and sociology, but it does have its limits— and it does have its problems, not the least of which being racism.

personally, i just find completely idolizing theory written by a white european man over a century ago to be limiting and frankly disrespectful to newer, more relevant and more informed schools of thought.

[kk-cats]

kuhkats what if someone reposted ur morgan drew art with the morgan drew tag

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO POST ABOUT MORGAN DREW AN EMBARRASSING AMOUNT IF MORGAN DREW'S CREATOR SEES IT HUH. HUH. DO YOU WANT ME TO LAUGH AT YOU FOR NOT ESCAPING THE DC OC-ISM?? IS THAT IT.

[nikrei]

January Comics Round-Up

New year, same old comics! Let's go!!

Action Comics (480-492) (1978-1979)

Some neat storylines, my fave was the one about the light from Krypton's explosion finally reaching earth! We've got both Atom and Air Wave backups now, so I do get to see Jean and also tiny Hal Jr, which is fun!

Superman (323-332) (1978-1979)

Huge sigh about martin pasko (my enemy) bringing back the worst parts of the Lana v Lois rivalry and the scheming to prove Clark is superman schtick for Lana. Like, I'm excited to see Lana again, but.... at what cost?

Superman Family (188-194) (1978-1979)

!! Lois got a throwaway mention of Lucy! She knows her sister is alive! We have still not fucking seen them in the same story let alone on the same page! However the amount of ass that Lois gets to kick every issue does make up for it a tiny bit. Also we get a doom patrol cameo, Mal and Karen, AND the newsboy legion teams up with Jimmy and Roy Harper to go up against Cadmus (the DNA Project here) and find out what happened to Jim Harper, Roy's uncle!

Black Lightning (7-11) (1978)

No Rose/Thorn Cameo, but there definitely wasn't room for it, and Jeff is such a good solo hero that it's not really necessary anyway... if they hadn't imploded and we had gotten years more Black Lightning then it would have been fun to see.... but it sure did end at issue 11. The unfinished ink story from issue 12 is pretty fun, but goddamn do the seventies shine thru when they send a runaway kid back to his dad who is known to hit him and his mom, with the advice that really, he needs to be the grownup in this situation, because nobody else is.

World's Finest Comics (247-254) (1977-1979)

World's finest is still doing the anthology thing, so I'm still more excited about the Black Canary and Green Arrow stuff then the main feature, but sometimes there is some cool stuff where the story overlaps different hero's and you get to see if from different perspectives, which I quite like.

DC Presents (1-5) (1978-1979)

I'm enjoying getting to see all the different Superman team-ups, and of course there is the Metal Men team up, this is the only time we ever get to see the metal men.Issue 5 finally reconciles the two Atlantises into Tritonis and Posiedonis!

Superboy (236-247) (1978-1979)

They've started leaning a lot more into interpersonal drama and soap opera-isms which can be fun and can be tiresome, but it really does highlight the fact that these kids are growing up/have grown up. Both weddings that we've seen so far have had truly awesome wedding fashion, on that note.

Adventure Comics (456-461) (1978-1979)

This is a fun anthology line up now! we've got extra flash stories! we've got deadman! we've got aquaman! We still Do Not Have a name for Aqualad!!!!!!! Give it to him DC!!

Green Lantern (101-112) (1978-1979)

Itttyyyyyy!! We will always love u!! This section has a nice juxtaposition of space stuff to more worldly matters, and is always a fun read. I like to see Carol and Dinah hanging out because often Carol seems quite removed from the greater dc universe (outside of Barry and Iris of course.

The Brave and the Bold (133-146) (1977-1979)

At this point it's just fun to see character's that you don't get to see often in this, like hi creeper hi!! (tho now he is part of the WFC anthology lineup so that is fun). Human target in now the backup and i'm sorry i Do Not Care about that guy at allllll.

Jonah Hex (1-20) (1977-1979)

Jonah is having an absolutely terrible time being an outlaw, but me? I'm having a great time! I enjoy that while he often does the right thing, he's just about always an shithead about it. It feels weird to say that him being indifferent at best on women's suffrage makes him a stronger character, but it really does feel that way. Like, this guy doesn't have modern (70s) values he's from the 1800s!

The Warlord (11-17) (1978-1979)

Wooow they managed to pack so much into this! Tara is back! Morgan has a son! Who is immediately kidnapped by the OG evil wizard. Exciting times all around!

Showcase (97-104) (1977-1978)

Got a fun Power Girl story, a Hawks story, and the 100 issue special for the end of showcase! The last issue was war stories which was... anticlimactic, so I think this one was also canceled unexpectedly.

All New Collectors Editions (54-58) (1978)

Superman V Wonder Woman was okay, Superman V Captain Marvel was whatever, Lightning Lad and Saturn Girl's wedding was fun, but Superman VS Muhammad Ali was incredible. V good, highly recommend, absolutely ends with Ali knowing Supes secret identity.

Doorway to Nightmare (1-5) (1978)

This wasn't supposed to be a mini I think, i'm fairly certain that it is a victim of the implosion, but it was very good and I liked to see Madam Xanadu's origins. It makes so much sense how much she meshes in with Spectre in the 80s run.

Sooo this month was a little sparse, but at least I finished up 1978!! I definitely didn't get caught up putting together a new skyrim modlist or anything, nooo!

[trulybetty]

oct' 07 x chestnuts

Prompt: chestnuts Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Bryony Morgan (OFC) Word Count: 982 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, barely a mention of the prompt, unabashed hippo content with a touch of spice with the mention of oral sex (f receiving) Summary: no clue how we started at chestnuts, through to hippos, but here we are - I just love these two

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Dieter's office was a paradox in every sense of the word—meticulously disorganized, both casual and sophisticated. A space Bryony had always suspected he rarely worked in, yet one that seemed to capture the essence of him so completely that you couldn't help but think it was an extension of his personality.

Bifold doors filled the back wall of the room that looked out to the garden behind his desk. Built in bookcases framed both sides of the room, all filled with various trinkets outlining both Dieter’s career and interests. His Oscar for ‘Hunger Strike’ stood amongst the trove, topped with a knitted hat Cricket had made a couple Christmases ago. The walls were adorned with paintings of Dieter’s own creations, framed and hung with care by Bryony.

“Conkers.”

“Con-kas?” Dieter repeated, a poor imitation of Bryony’s accent which earned him a pointed stare, “is this one of your weird British-ism things?”

Bryony shot him another glare, “It’s not weird, and it’s legit what they’re called.” she insisted, glancing at a ceramic hippo paperweight on his desk as if to imply that he was no stranger to 'weird.'

“Chestnuts.” Dieter countered.

“Conkers” Bryony reaffirmed, her eyes momentarily landing on the Oscar statue. Despite the hat, it looked oddly dignified.

Dieter chuckled, ripping the foil of a KitKat with a satisfying tear. “And they say I’m the one in this relationship that’s off balance.” 

“Well you are the man who is eating a KitKat, that he had my mother send him from the UK because they taste better than the American ones.” Bryony shot back, smirking as she looked over at the bookshelf nearest the sectional she was lounging on, it was filled with scripts, a mixture of fiction and nonfiction, and, of course, more hippos.

“Because they are,” Dieter said, defending his KitKat as if it were a point of honour. He snapped off a piece, biting into it with a satisfied grin.

“I know,” Bryony smirked.

“Châtaignes,” Dieter pronounced carefully, his mouth full of chocolate and wafer.

“Huh?” Bryony blinked, puzzled.

“Châtaignes,” he repeated again once he’d finished eating, “chestnuts in French, because I know it’s going to be your next question.”

Bryony smiled, because it was going to be her next question - she could listen to the man talk French, and he did at length, all day. He’d perfected his French lilt over the years since he started learning at twelve thinking it would help him with girls. 

His parents, European immigrants to the States well before Dieter was born, had long shed their own individual languages when they’d moved continents in an effort to assimilate to their new home. Though his relationship with his parents taut, he had a distinct memory of his mother talking about a French man who had courted her before his father came along. She still had romantic notions about the man decades later and owed it in part to the language he would speak which left a lasting impression on a young Dieter.

Bryony shook her head, amused. “You're insufferable.”

“And yet you suffer me,” Dieter replied with a cocky grin.

She glanced at the other trinkets around the room, particularly the hippo memorabilia. “Fiona still your muse?”

“My pride and joy,” he said, looking at the framed picture, signed in a childish scrawl as if the six-year-old hippo from Cincinnati Zoo had autographed it herself. “You know, they sent me a video update just last week. She's growing so beautifully.”

“You're the only adult I know who gets this excited about a hippo,” Bryony chuckled, amused.

“Jealous much?” Dieter waggled his brows, standing up to lean against the edge of his antique, walnut desk, which Bryony suspected had never seen a single day's work.

“Jealous of Fiona?” Bryony quirked an eyebrow. “No, although I wish I could get as much attention for just existing.”

“You don't need to be a cute hippo to get my attention,” Dieter said, the playful tone in his voice shifting ever so slightly towards sincere. “You've always had it.”

Bryony felt a warmth in her cheeks but chose to keep the atmosphere light. “Well, as long as I rank higher than a KitKat on your list of priorities, I think we're good.”

“You're definitely higher than a KitKat,” Dieter said, “but let's not get into dangerous territory by discussing where you stand in relation to Fiona.”

“Ah, so it's like that, is it?” She smirked, as she sat up on the sofa..

Dieter took another bite of his KitKat, savoring it. “Mmm, it's exactly like that.”

“This room is a trip, you know.” Bryony tapped the glass top of the surprisingly large coffee table as if to emphasize her point. It was held up by a bronze hippo with its baby underneath, “Only you could make this collection work.”

“You think it works?” He looked genuinely pleased.

“Absolutely. It's you, distilled into a room.”

Dieter chuckled and put down the remains of his KitKat, reaching his hand down to help Bryony stand from the sofa, “Speaking of things that work, I think it's worth noting that you fit pretty well into all of this, don't you think?”

She looked up at him, caught a bit off guard by the sudden change of tone as his arms wrapped around her waist.

Dieter eyed the obnoxious coffee table with a sly raise of his eyebrow, “No, Dieter.”

“What?”

“I’m not having sex with you on that thing.”

“I didn’t say have sex, in fact I didn’t say anything.”

“Dieter I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Well then Daff,” Dieter purred and before Bryony could protest found herself being lowered onto the glass table, the cold sting of the glass quickly replaced by the warmth of Dieter’s hands pushing up the oversized t-shirt she was wearing, the only thing she was wearing. “How about I reacquaint myself with you then?”

[lebaronlordking]

Saturday Afternoon Reggae Show DJ LeBaron Lord King February 8, 2025 lebaron@kpoo.com

#saturdayafternoonreggaeshow

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4:03 PM Black Uhuru - Shine Eye Gal

4:08 PM Jo Mersa Marley - Yo Dawg

4:12 PM Dawn Penn - You Don't Love Me (No, No, No)

4:16 PM Skip Marley - That's Not True

4:19 PM The Wailers - Natural Mystic

4:24 PM Cornel Campbell - Heading for the Mountain

4:26 PM Lynn Taitt - Only A Smile

4:30 PM Don Iko - Loud

4:33 PM Luciano - I Wish I Was There

4:37 PM Queen Omega - Three The Hard Way

4:44 PM The Drumkeys - Conversation & Weed

4:48 PM Morgan Heritage - Children Of Selassie I

4:52 PM Chronixx - Do Right

4:56 PM Inna de Yard - Baltimore

5:00 PM Dezarie - Ghettos of Babylon

5:04 PM JAMU - Jericho Skank

5:08 PM Maxi Priest - Should I

5:11 PM Sizzla - Your Culture

5:14 PM Dre Island - We Pray

5:19 PM Kabaka Pyramid - Mr. Rastaman

5:21 PM Super Cat - Dem No Worry We

5:23 PM Milton Smalling - Bad Name Bad Behavior

5:28 PM U Brown - Whip Dem Jah Jah

5:31 PM YG Marley - Survival

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5:40 PM Etana - All Night Lover

5:44 PM Queen Ifrica - Ask My Granny

5:49 PM Matisyahu - Sunshine

5:52 PM Garnett Silk - Every Knee Shall Bow

5:55 PM Reemah - Jah World

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6:02 PM Dezarie - Not One Penny

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6:16 PM Carlene Davis - Ism Schism

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6:29 PM Fe Me Time All Stars - Mother Liza

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6:36 PM Damian Marley - Road to Zion

6:39 PM Levi Myaz - Warrior

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[simmerstories721]

The Story of Breena Kennedy ~ Chapter 6 Part 2

Actually, she thinks she needs to go see the human doctors sometime soon. Breena knows modern medicine has advanced so much since her mother's time over 100 years ago, and she wants to know everything she can.

Those pheromones are driving Remus a little crazy lately too!

Morgan is beyond excited that Breena is expecting. He has come to love Remus as well, and the three of them have been sleeping in the same bed recently. He prefers to be in the middle lol

Morgan giving Breena a little massage before she makes the trip out of town to see the doctor.

Remus puts on his finest clothing for the ultrasound appointment. He does not want the doctors to think he is some wild animal...

The doctor tells Breena that she is healthy, and that her babies look great. YES, IT IS TWINS! Remus knows twins run in his family, but he is still happily shocked by this news. The doctor also tells Breena that her twins look like two baby girls.

Breena knows it was a 50/50 shot with her first child being a girl...but she does not expect to have twin girls on the way. This complicates everything, as she knows her deal with Puck still stands.

Remus still does not know of her deal with Puck. He is showering all his love on Breena, and telling her he is so excited to be a dad to twin girls.

Breena puts on a smile, and makes sure he does not show her true anxiety mounting.

Breena asks Romola more about werewolf biology, as she is likely carrying two. Romola tells her that werewolves typically have a normal growth pattern to humans, with maybe slightly longer lifespans. She tells her some werewolves have been known to be near immortal, but this is far and few between. There is a special brew that can cure even nature born werewolves of their beast, but the recipe has long since been lost.

Breena whispers to Morgan that she needs to talk to him in private, right away.

Essentially, she finally tells Morgan what she had to promise Puck in order for them to leave the fairy realm. She promised Puck her first born daughter when she turns 21 years old.

Breena has an idea to save her daughter, but this plan will take nearly 20 years to complete. She asks Morgan to track down the lost recipe to cure werewolf-ism before the time comes.

[sumit272]

Are internships mandatory for MBA programs in Mumbai?

Internships are an integral part of the MBA curriculum in Mumbai's top business schools, and Top MBA PGDM Colleges In Mumbai in most cases, they are mandatory. These internships, often referred to as summer internships, serve as a bridge between academic learning and real-world application, providing students with hands-on experience in their chosen fields. Prestigious institutions such as SP Jain Institute of Management and Research (SPJIMR), Jamnalal Bajaj Institute of Management Studies (JBIMS), and Narsee Monjee Institute of Management Studies (NMIMS) emphasize the importance of internships as a core component of their MBA programs.

The Significance of Mandatory Internships

Practical Learning Opportunity: Internships offer students a chance to apply classroom theories in real-world business scenarios. This practical exposure is invaluable in helping students understand industry operations, challenges, and dynamics.

Skill Development: During internships, students refine essential professional skills such as communication, teamwork, analytical thinking, and problem-solving. These experiences help them adapt to the corporate environment effectively.

Career Clarity: Internships Indian School of Management & Studies, (ISMS) Mumbai allow students to explore different domains like finance, marketing, operations, or HR. This exploration helps them identify their areas of interest and make informed career choices.

Networking: Working in a corporate setting enables students to build professional connections, which can later translate into job opportunities. Networking during internships often proves instrumental in career progression.

Structure of MBA Internships in Mumbai Colleges

Duration: Most MBA programs mandate internships of 8–12 weeks, usually during the summer break between the first and second year.

Evaluation: Internships are not only mandatory but also graded. Students must submit detailed reports and make presentations about their internship experiences, which are evaluated by faculty members.

Placement Assistance: Top colleges have dedicated placement cells that liaise with leading companies to ensure that every student secures a high-quality internship.

Industry Participation in Internships

Mumbai, being the financial capital of India, provides MBA students with abundant internship opportunities across sectors such as:

Banking and Finance: Companies like HDFC, ICICI, JP Morgan, and Kotak Mahindra Amity Global Business School, (AGBS) Mumbai regularly offer internships in investment banking, wealth management, and corporate finance.

Consulting: Firms like Deloitte, KPMG, and PwC hire interns for strategy and management consulting roles.

Marketing and Sales: Multinational corporations in FMCG, e-commerce, and technology sectors, such as Hindustan Unilever, Amazon, and Google, provide marketing internships.

Benefits of Mandatory Internships

Pre-Placement Offers (PPOs): Exceptional performance during internships can lead to PPOs, allowing students to secure jobs before the placement season Narsee Monjee Institute of Management Studies, Mumbai,

Resume Enhancement: Work experience gained during internships enhances the student’s resume, making them more attractive to recruiters.

Industry Readiness: Students become well-prepared for the challenges of their future roles, giving them a competitive edge in the job market.

Conclusion

Internships are a mandatory and vital aspect of MBA programs in Mumbai. They not only ensure that students gain practical exposure and industry-relevant skills but also significantly boost their employability. By integrating internships into the curriculum, Mumbai’s top MBA colleges ensure that their graduates are well-equipped to excel in their careers.

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