#Bond Rees Services

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Bond Rees provides expert private investigation services in Manchester, offering solutions such as person tracing, infidelity investigations, corporate inquiries, and GPS vehicle tracking. Staffed by ex-police and cybercrime experts, we ensure legal compliance, discretion, and a high success rate for private and corporate clients alike.

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( from @exagides ! )

Sent out with a mission, a honedge floats toward Ree with a small rectangular box held in its sash. It hands it over ever so carefully, watching Ree with its single, curious eye. Inside, the box has a small rainbow assortment of fruit-flavored Kalosian candies — both gummies and hard candies, it seems. Pinned to the top of the box is an invitation to the castle where Wikstrom holds regular training events. The back of the invitation has a hand-written letter. 

Champion Reese —

Should the need arise for pursuit of further training for thy team, I, Wikstrom of the Kalos Elite Four, offer the service. I have trained many of your similar rank and honor, both in battle and in bonding with their pokemon. Should you accept, worry not of accommodations in Kalos, for the castle is open for you to come and go as you please. A trainer such as yourself has boundless opportunity, and I, for one, shall be cheering you on throughout your career!

— Sir Wikstrom of the Kalos Elite Four

“!!!!”

They didn’t expect anything like this. Ree accepts the box and offers a handful of pokebeans to the ghost Pokémon — after all, he deserves a treat !!! — before turning the box over. They’ve never had anything like this before. It seems like a rich person sort of candy.

the letter sort of … makes their chest twinge. Nobody really ever calls them champion, because, well, even if they won the world tournament, they still lost the league where the champion title really hits hard …

and that final line …

it’s really nice, but Ree is pretty goddamn certain if they try to step in kalos, Lysandre will kill them.

It’s really nice though. Wow. Ree’s only met this guy a couple of times and they were kinda scared of him but he’s really … nice???

[outpost51]

It's not blursday anymore, but if you feel like it, may I send your excellent questions back at you? I'm very thrilled to get to know your OCs, and I must know which of them is which. :D

On the camping trip, who’s:

Over this shit before they even leave, but ends up having a decent time

Doing their best to set up the tent, unsuccessfully

Swooping in to save Mx. Bad-at-Tents from themself

Absolutely not fucking trusted with fire, go over there on the naughty step log, don’t even look at the matches

Actually getting the fire going

Whippin up some chow and guarding the marshmallows until it is TIME for marshmallows

The Keeper of the Bug Spray, and the First Aid Kit, and the Map

Thank you!!! -@oh-no-another-idea

YOU ARE ALWAYS WELCOME TO THROW MY QUESTIONS BACK AT ME!!

So, let's set the scene: The hardworking crew of the Rae'dinnah are at each other's throats, so Suzo decides it's time for a ✨group bonding activity✨ and what better way to bond than being stuck together in the wilderness for three whole days. His arboreal ass is perfectly content to sling a hammock up in a tree and take a nap in the sunshine.

"Why the fuck are we doin' this now," Rees grumbles, gesturing to Sevak, "when this prickly fuck is on board?"

Because GEA inquisitors deserve a little fresh air too, of course, even if the poor zal is frantically trying to get through to a SINGLE supervisor, zuu doesn't CARE if it's poor form to abandon a posting, the captain is trying to force zuur to sleep outside -- there's a perfectly serviceable ship right there. So Sevak is over it before they even land. Does zuu have a good time? Ehhhh jury's out on that one, but zuu's happy as a clam to get the fuck back on the ship after that third day I can tell you that much.

Liki is trying SO hard to be helpful. Really, bless her heart. But she's tall for a terrestrial ix'ai at 2'10, and her frill keeps getting in the way, and she accidentally tied her tail around one of the tent stakes instead of the rope and--

Wow, wouldja look at that. Vigo's already done setting up the rest of the tents, so she saves Liki from the synthetic canvas nightmare and ends up giving the poor girl the BIGGEST (literally, miss ma'am is 8'3 and built like a house) crush. Stars bless butches.

Dekdek AND Cosh AND Rees are banished to the naughty log. Horrible little firebugs, the lot of them. They're allowed a single lighter so they can at least smoke, but only after a gratuitous amount of whining from Rees, and they have to give it back once they're lit up.

Eternal dad Suzo is the keeper of the lighter and bringer of fire to the firepit -- which Dekdek was allowed to dig. Uknuks are SO good at digging. Suzo also has the map, the first aid kit, and the bug spray, which he threatens Sevak with any time zuu starts grumbling again.

Gatha cooks on the ship, naturally Gatha is cooking at the campsite, and Roki is guarding the marshmallows so xe has something to do -- xe's still pretty skittish, after all -- until xe manages to eat half the bag while Gatha's back is turned.

Now Roki's banished to the naughty log, and Rees is granted custody of the marshmallows.

Rees eats the rest of the marshmallows.

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[helloyoucreatives]

TMW Unlimited is behind a new series of ads for Virgin Trains which highlights the small things that make journeys on the network so enjoyable.

There are four 15-second ads in the campaign, each showing passengers getting a little carried away about some aspect of Virgin Trains’ service – before they snap back to reality.

One of them promotes Virgin Trains’ Beam service, which lets passengers stream hundreds of hours of film and TV programmes for free. In another spot a man reacts ecstatically to the news that Virgin Trains now serves coffee from Change Please, who help homeless people by teaching them barista skills. The other executions highlight Virgin Trains’ vegan food offer and the pleasure of having some ‘me time’ to enjoy a G&T while you travel.

The campaign breaks on Monday 22 October and runs on Facebook and Instagram.

Credits

Creative Agency TMW Unlimited

Creative Director Jamie Coggans

Art Director Carl Winterbourne

Copywriter Jo Gardiner/Jake Fasano

Account Director Jo MacLauchlan

Account Manager Hannah Ford

Business Director Emma Lester

Production Co TMW

Producer Nat Price

Editor Josh Bond/Thomas Rees Kaye

DoP Josh Bond

Design Lorena Teruel/Felicity Hall

Media planning/buying MG

Clients:

Susan Borm Digital Marketing Manager

Claire Davies Head of Advertising

George Robinson

Senior Digital Marketing Executive

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ROAD TRIP - Part 1

Macquarie ascended the spotted oak staircase in his fully owned northern suburbs home, smearing trust fund kid privilege all over the rail along which he dragged his left hand. His right hand was grasping a wad of paper which was barely being held together by two overstretched staples in the corner.

“This Chinese woman has been caught with 10,000 undeclared US dollars,” a voice intoned from somewhere upstairs. Macquarie raised his head, but it wasn’t anything interesting. His partner Sydney was watching Border Security in their bedroom.

…Or not. Macquarie shrieked as he crashed into Sydney and almost fell back down the stairs. They had been lurking on the landing.

“Macquarie,” said Sydney. “Let’s go on a road trip.”

“No,” Macquarie whined. “Just because you don’t have anything to do doesn’t mean everybody has to give up on themselves. I have a debt contract to write for Westpac’s bond issue.”

Sydney folded their arms. “You’ll have to write me a debt contract if you spend any less time with me.” They waited until their stern glance finally made Macquarie’s lip tremble. The edge of their mouth twitched.

“Does that count as insider info? What you just told me?”

“What, the bond issue?” Macquarie laughed obnoxiously. “Trying to make money from bonds is like trying to currency-hedge a position in foreign equity.”

Sydney stared at him blankly, which was just the outcome he had been aiming for. Feeling masculine after the display of obscure knowledge, Macquarie sauntered into his own bedroom and set the contract down on his expensive warped oak desk.

Sydney sighed and returned to Border Security. They were supposed to be practising on a simulation as part of their air traffic controller training, but Border Security was always too mesmerising, like the weak and unexciting, but still addictive, soft drug of sub-prime-time TV. They already knew the Chinese woman would be fined for her undeclared currency, and the carpet from Afghanistan would contain heroin, and the old Vietnamese couple’s fried chicken wings would be seized and destroyed. Still they remained on the bed, eyes fixed to the screen.

“Yo.” Oops, three episodes had passed. Macquarie was at the door.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Sydney replied.

“Can you Ubereats some Chinese?”

“Fucks sake,” said Sydney. “You do it. You’re not the one living in someone else’s house because you couldn’t afford your mortgage.”

“I can’t decide what to get.”

“Get two serves of the plum sauce beef, seasonal veg, and fried rice.”

“Oh, yeah, I knew that. I love the plum sauce beef.” Macquarie whipped out his phone and went to leave. He shrieked and almost threw it into the air when All Star by Smash Mouth started blasting from its speakers.

“-BODY once told me, the world was going to roll me,” Sydney joined in. “Since when was that your ringtone?”

“It’s only for John,” Macquarie grumbled. “It gets everyone around me to shut up so I can leave whatever conversation I’m having.”

Macquarie answered the call and rearranged his face into a smiling professional’s customer service visage. Sydney rolled their eyes. John was Macquarie’s division director, and whatever words he uttered always took precedence in Macquarie’s ass-licking life. Sydney had no doubt he would have John’s job one day, but until then he had to avoid being demoted.

“What?” Macquarie yelled. Oh dear, it was bad news. Maybe the contracts had to be re-negotiated.

“What do you mean Westpac’s pulling out?!” Sydney raised an eyebrow: even worse.

“How else are they going to roll over their fucking debt? They’ve already left it stupidly late,” Macquarie snapped down the line.

“They’re not.” John’s voice was way too calm.

Macquarie began to laugh hysterically. “You mean a bank is actually going to pay its debt back? Woo hoo hoo. That’s a good one, John.”

“Something’s going on. They’re trying to deleverage.”

“You’re shitting me, right?”

“No, Macquarie, I am not ‘shitting’ you,” the old man replied. “I’m meeting with the board next week. You take the next few days off.”

“Hey,” said Macquarie. “I’ve got truckloads of friends at Westpac. Let me do a bit of digging.”

“I said, take the next few days off.”

“I’ll have the contract ready and signed before you even get in the doors of that boardroom.”

“If I see you at the office before next Monday, I’ll fax your real conveyance documents directly to the head of the ATO.”

Macquarie sighed and glanced at Sydney, the one he had moved house for, in order to be closer to the airport. He gave a sour farewell and hung up on John, at which point he realised he had hit the speakerphone button with his treacherous cheek.

Sydney cocked their head. “Road trip?”

---

“Now that was insider information, wasn’t it,” Sydney said, hunched over the steering wheel of their shitty car, flooring the accelerator. The ancient Holden Barina continued to wince up the ramp to the Hume Highway at 40kph.

“What?” Macquarie asked, his feet up on the dashboard, expensive sunglasses glinting in the sunlight, as some jackass in a 4WD overtook them in the left lane, horn blaring.

Sydney slammed the car into second gear and wound down the window. “Fuck you too,” they yelled. “That deleveraging thing about Westpac,” they then said to Macquarie without missing a beat.

“Yeah,” Macquarie said, combing his thick auburn hair and examining it in the sunshade mirror. The car had reached the highway and was now picking up speed on the flat. Their luggage slammed against the back of the boot as the Barina accelerated as hard as its tiny engine was capable of.

“Still think we should’ve put the stuff in the back seat,” Macquarie said.

“Yeah, and move it all again when we pick Aristocrat up in Melbourne. Are you going to short some Westpac shares?”

“Wow,” Macquarie said. “How do you know what shorting is?”

“I read your diary.”

A flash of fear creased Macquarie’s perfectly groomed face. Sydney snickered. “What kind of shit do you write in there? I don’t even know where you keep it. Come on, I’m not a total idiot.”

They were on their way to South Australia. This was chosen as it was one of the only states which Sydney had never visited. Both Aristocrat and Libby had jumped at the chance to tour the famous wine regions around Adelaide, an activity suggested by Macquarie.

“Please,” Sydney had said when he brought it up. “We live together. Don’t pretend you don’t just drink straight vodka and cry.”

After an uneventful journey to Melbourne (not counting the many renditions of Toto’s Africa by Macquarie, which had contributed to Sydney acquiring a migraine), they pulled up in the underground car park of Aristocrat’s fancy hotel. Sydney took in the soothing shade of cream painted on the walls, and the marble panelling around the lifts.

“This is nice,” they said, yawning.

“You should see the car park at the office,” Macquarie said pretentiously.

“How would you know what it looks like?” Sydney snapped, referencing his lack of a driver’s licence. Macquarie pretended this attack on his fragile masculinity hadn’t just taken place, and marched ahead to stab the call button for the lift.

“Oh my god!” Aristocrat yelled with a flamboyant wave from the front counter as they emerged on the restaurant floor.

“Stop sulking,” Sydney said, poking Macquarie in the ribs. “There’s only space for one drama queen on this trip.” They straightened up as Aristocrat came to a screeching halt before them, grabbing Macquarie and lifting him off his feet. Macquarie tried to protest, but Aristocrat’s whack on the back had left him winded.

Sydney shook Aristocrat’s hand next. “Please tell me you drive,” they said.

“Drive? Like, a car?” Aristocrat giggled. “I live in Brunswick, right off the tram line. Why pollute the earth unnecessarily?”

Sydney fell to their knees. “REEEEEEE,” they screamed.

Aristocrat’s brow furrowed in concern. “Did you just say ‘ree’ out loud?”

Sydney stood back up and smiled. “I’m good. Just needed to let it out.”

Aristocrat laughed nervously and looked to Macquarie for help. Macquarie was bent over his knees, regaining his breath.

“So, it’s been a long trip,” Sydney continued.

Aristocrat’s face lit up in a genuine smile. “I know just what you need to relax.”

“A room,” Sydney said, but unfortunately Aristocrat spoke at the same time and his voice was louder.

“Pokies.”

Macquarie looked up from his recovery position. Sydney rolled their eyes. “Please, he’s already addicted to his work and alcohol.”

“Hey, speaking of gambling,” Aristocrat said, winking to Macquarie. “Remember those credit default swaps I bought off you on Sydney’s mortgage?”

Macquarie groaned so hard the marble counter was almost crushed under the pressure wave. “How much do I owe you?”

Sydney stared at the two men in disbelief. “Hello? I am right here?”

They had lost interest in Sydney and were busy organising an electronic funds transfer. Sydney threw their arms up into the air and stormed off towards the gaming room. “Hey, come on, I went short on those CDS,” Macquarie yelled as a last-ditch attempt to salvage the situation.

Sydney sat themselves down at the pokies and inserted the obligatory one dollar. Even though they were basically de facto with Macquarie now, and consequently had millions of dollars at their disposal, Sydney was still a scrimping bogan-slash-student at heart.

Macquarie entered with two glasses of apology cider right as Sydney managed to win five bucks with a five cent bet.

“Wrong choice of reconciliation gift,” Sydney said, accepting the drink and downing about half the glass in one go. “You noobs are making me drive another eight hours tomorrow.”

“Five dollars?” Macquarie whined, looking at the screen. “That’s not fun.” He threw a fifty at the girl behind the counter, who proceeded to count out a stack of change.

“What are you doing?” Sydney hissed.

Macquarie drained his glass and giggled hysterically, shoving the whole fifty dollars into the machine. “Fuck off,” Sydney yelled, but it was no use. Macquarie proceeded to bet the entire balance, plus Sydney’s hard-earned five dollars.

“Oops,” he said, when he won nothing. Sydney mimed glassing him.

“Oh, there you are, good,” Aristocrat said jovially, waving a set of keys as he trotted over. “I got your room ready. Hey Jackie,” he greeted the girl behind the counter.

“Hey boss,” Jackie replied.

Macquarie was staring up at Sydney with puppy eyes. Sydney always found it ironic how the colour of his eyes exactly matched that of a hundred dollar note. They grabbed the keys off Aristocrat.

“Don’t want to finish your drink?” Aristocrat said, pointing. “I mean, enjoy it while you can. They have tiny glasses in South Australia.”

Sydney glared and walked off. Macquarie shrugged and finished the drink for them. “Should’ve got your driver’s licence, mate. We wouldn’t be in this situation if you had.”

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“Ooh, it’s a manual,” Aristocrat said from the back seat, nodding in appreciation as Sydney threw the gears, swearing as yet another coffee-carrying hipster ran into the narrow city street in front of the car.

“Aye,” said Sydney. “And don’t talk to me again until we get out of the city, unless you have meth.”

“Hey, you were the one who wanted to do this road trip,” Macquarie whined. “Why are you complaining?”

Sydney turned to face Macquarie, dark bags under their eyes accentuated by the diminished light which snaked its way past the forest of buildings and through the grimy windscreen. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done shit which you regret.”

Macquarie pursed his lips in thought. “Well…”

“How about that ten million dollars you lost on the CDS?” Aristocrat piped up in the back, grinning.

“TEN MILLION?!” Sydney shrieked, slamming their foot on the accelerator and almost totalling a group of office workers.

“Don’t worry, we decided to divide by a thousand,” Macquarie grumbled. “Token of goodwill. We’re not animals, Sydney.”

The rest of the journey to Adelaide went quietly in comparison, with one minor incident during the lunch stop in Horsham. Macquarie and Aristocrat were drawing on the café placemats when Macquarie noticed a scribbled message by the edge of the table: “Call me! xx 042-517-350”.

“Sexy,” Macquarie said. “Imma do it.”

“You really are an asshole around your friends,” Sydney snapped irritably.

“No, he’s just an asshole in general,” Aristocrat corrected good-naturedly.

Sydney almost left them to fester there, but then Macquarie had very seriously offered to drive for a couple of hours down the highway, if Sydney quickly taught him how to change the gears in the backstreets of Horsham. Such a self-sacrificing proposition, unusual for Macquarie, had touched Sydney’s heart.

They crossed into SA around 1.30pm, which immediately became 1 o’clock. Aristocrat gasped loudly as they passed a lit-up petrol station outside Bordertown.

“What?” Sydney scowled. “It’s a petrol station, and it’s the same price as Melbourne.”

“They have electricity,” Aristocrat whispered, and he and Macquarie erupted into raucous laughter.

“You guys better tone that down once we pick Libby up,” Sydney warned. “You think I’ve been tough? Libby will punt you into orbit.”

“Who is Libby again?” Aristocrat asked.

Macquarie sighed. “She’s a steelworker from Whyalla. You know, that place with the Arrium plant, or Onesteel, or Liberty, whatever you want to call it.”

“Into orbit,” Sydney said again, and Macquarie shut his mouth.

“How do you guys know all these people?” Aristocrat filled the silence, raising a manicured eyebrow.

“He’s a banker, he knows everybody,” Sydney said with a roll of the eyes.

“Especially the bankrupt ones,” Macquarie couldn’t restrain himself from saying.

“I hope you have funeral insurance,” Sydney snapped.

Thankfully, they arrived at the long steep descent into Adelaide just before Sydney reached the edge of the long steep descent into madness.

“Aristocrat, you’re flying back, and we’re taking the Sturt Highway,” Sydney decided as they slammed on the brakes behind a bus.

“I think this lane is just for buses,” Aristocrat replied gently.

“Thank you,” Sydney screamed, making a dangerous lane change.

Less than thirty minutes later, Sydney had collapsed into a comatose state in their room at the Hilton. This left Macquarie and Aristocrat to brave the CBD and go meet Libby at the Malls Balls.

“Wow, there’s literally nothing here,” Macquarie said, as they passed at least four ‘For Lease’ signs on King William St.

“At least they don’t have lockout,” Aristocrat snickered.

“Is that the tallest building, the Westpac one? Lame,” Macquarie said, changing the subject. Even as he mentioned the name, Macquarie was stroking his chin in contemplation.

“What’s on your mind?” Aristocrat asked.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, so it involves insider information. Cool, I’ll back off. I know you’d get murdered in jail.”

Eventually, after consulting several passers by, they managed to locate the Malls Balls. Libby was leaning against said Balls, arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Damn,” Aristocrat hissed. “She could murder you.”

“Don’t worry, I deal with all kinds of people in my job,” Macquarie said confidently. He strode up to Libby, his hand outstretched.

“Hey Libby!” he said cheerfully. “How’s it going?”

“Where’s Sydney?” Libby replied.

“Sleeping,” Macquarie said.

Libby looked between the two men. “Did you boys make them drive the whole way here?”

“Um…” Macquarie looked shiftily at Aristocrat.

“Assholes,” said Libby, hoisting up her massive bag and forcing her way past, back towards King William St, leaving them to bitch in solitude as they hurried to keep up with her.

Sydney had awoken for a snack by the time the group got back to the hotel. “Rest up,” Libby said, throwing her bag into the adjacent room. “I’ll drive tomorrow.”

“Oh hey,” Sydney acknowledged. “Thanks.”

Libby had driven down from Whyalla earlier that day. Being somewhat familiar with Adelaide, she had intended to shout the group dinner somewhere on North Terrace. However, she couldn’t stand Macquarie and his pretentious behaviour, and was not about to fork out money just for him and his rich buddy.

That night, Macquarie tiptoed around the room so as not to wake Sydney, and they both woke up fresh the next morning, ready for a full itinerary of day drinking.

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Becky Bond was a senior adviser to Bernie Sanders' presidential campaign. Adam Klug and Emma Rees are co-founders of Momentum UK.

In the fall of 2015, the three of us had never met. But as key organizers who helped propel the rise of Jeremy Corbyn in the U.K. and Bernie Sanders in the U.S., we were all caught up in the same surge of enthusiasm and possibility on the political left.

And now, we're coming to Ottawa on the eve of the NDP convention, to share with Canadians everything we know about mobilizing communities – especially those marginalized by politics-as-usual – in the service of an all-in people's movement for massive political change.

Continue Reading.

[yourtreezy]

Two Reasons DIY Tree Trimming Is Not A Wise Option

There’re millions of homeowners across Australia who take pride in their yards – especially in the fact that they put all the hard work into their yards & tree care themselves. They planted the trees, watered the trees, grew the trees, loved the trees … and now that the trees are beginning to seem like they might require a little cutting back, they think they should do the trimming as well. Let’s find out why DIY tree trimming in Underwood is not a wise option.

Injuries during tree trimming are widespread:

There’re many safety issues in tree trimming that you don’t need to worry of when you are gardening or pruning shrubs. Simply running a chainsaw, even without actually cutting anything, is more risky than almost anything you can do on a knee pad with a trowel in your hands.

In even a little more complicated circumstances, such as if there is a power line close to the tree you are trimming, or you are trimming branches that are too high for you to reach on your tiptoes, you add risks like electrocution, falling, and having falling objects hit you beside the mere risk of a mishap with your chainsaw. A pro tree trimmer not just has plenty of experience with these tasks, but they also have insurance that’ll cover their medical expenses if they are injured on the job site.

Wrong Tree Trimming Can Cause Property Damage:

Generally when you decide that you have to get rid of a bunch of tree limbs, it's because they're threatening to damage your home or some other nearby structure that you find valuable. But think about it: if the limb is threatening something you care about, and you send that limb plummeting to the ground... what are the possibilities it'll hit the thing you care about? Or something else in the vicinity?

Pro tree trimmers come with task-specific equipment like cranes, branch and trunk riggings, and other specialized gear that let them get the job done safely. Equally importantly, by hiring a professional, you're also receiving a bonded service -- which means if they screw up and damage your property anyway, the loss is covered by their insurance.

Why undertake DIY Tree Trimming in Underwood when you have the luxury to hire affordable yet professional tree trimming services from Treezy. Just call us on 0739999851 to get the best tree trimming service in Underwood.

[theguildedtypewriter]

The Newborn City Universe

So, I was inspired by @kclenhartnovels and her amazing worldbuilding facts and I decided to share my own world facts about the universe that Newborn City is set in, which is very much like our own but with some crucial differences.

First things first,

The Dawning. The Dawning occurred on Halloween and was the moment when demon kind, via a spokesperson, revealed their presence. Now, no the demons did not have a meeting about this. A few powerful, human-looking clans got together and decided they wanted to “come out of the pit.” Many demons, especially those who look the part, did not like this decision. 

A great deal of violence occurred at the Dawning and in an attempt to protect themselves and create some sort of peaceful coexistence, Newborn City was created. Newborn City was formed over the “ruins” of a small town in Upstate New York which saw some of the more intense damage of said violence. The demons now consider it their “capital” and most of the humans living there left. There were some that stayed, some braver, less bigoted folks, and some who even transferred to the area to be a part of the social services that were needed, i.e. Lucas Anderson moved there to join their police force.

Demons do, however, still live all over the world and many still have not revealed themselves because different is not often viewed with loving eyes in this world. 

In terms of demon types, they’re as diverse as humans and other species. Basically, if you’ve heard of a mythical creature or god or “monster,” you were hearing a human’s version of a “demon.” Demon was not a word chosen by them, but it became one they took ownership of as a bit of a “fuck you.” For me, this is similar to reclaiming the word “queer.” 

I’m obsessed, like obsessed, with mythology and this gave me the chase to twist and manipulate myths and stories from across the globe, plus make up a few of my own.

Alright, so second thing:

In Affinity for Pain, the first book, the world mainly introduces us to the Chakal and to the idea that demons have clans and families that can be both wonderful and awful, just like humans. See, they’re not so different from us.

The Chakal, Hope’s clan, sucks the big one. They are extremely traditional and refuse to update their values to match the changing roles of demons, females, humans, and of course technology. Hope pretty much hates them and thinks their backward ways are likely to get them killed. 

In terms of physiology, the Chakal are an interesting group. The Chakal is a race of half demons who have been shunned by the demon and human cultures. They are fierce warriors with a proud heritage and blend into society because they look human. They would be able to live amongst humans, but most choose never to interact with them. 

There are females and males just as with humans, the males possess great strength and the ability to sense their own kind. The females possess the ability to feel no pain unless omaeriku is formed. The Chakal live together in great camps and travel from place to place. The fathers and children stay together all their lives, except for the female children who leave once they have reached womanhood. Often the females breed before leaving so the species may continue.

So, what’s omaeriku? 

Omaeriku (oh-may-ree-koo): the bond formed between a female Chakal and her jabalv. The bond is automatic and unpredictable. The only way the bond is destroyed is if one or both partners involved are killed. This fated bond is both physical and spiritual for the Chakal and it gives the female involved the ability to feel her loved one’s pain and sense his presence. The ability to form the bond is passed down from mother to daughter. The bond is also lessened in intensity as the couple moves farther and farther away from each other.

Alright folks that was an intro to the World of Newborn City. Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what else you’d be curious about. This world is full of twist, turns, demons who think their gods, and some who squirt ink.

Bye!

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It was about 7pm on Thursday — five hours into a showdown with her Brexit “war cabinet”— that Theresa May revealed her hand and persuaded senior ministers both to agree a policy on leaving the EU and that she might have a future as prime minister. After months of obfuscation May and the other members gathered in the boardroom at Chequers, the prime minister’s country retreat, where she asked her chief civil service negotiator, Oliver Robbins, to outline what she had in mind. It is a measure of May’s enigmatic nature that only one of her ministers — David Davis, the Brexit secretary — had any idea what Robbins was about to say.

“She does treat everybody equally,” one cabinet minister joked. “She keeps everybody in the dark.”

Robbins mapped out a four-point plan. When Britain begins trade talks with the EU in March the UK will: ● Demand mutual recognition of standards for goods traded between the UK and the EU ● Make a public commitment that British standards will remain as high as those of the EU ● Pledge to keep rules and regulations “substantially similar” ● Insist upon the creation of a dispute mechanism to oversee areas where the UK wants to diverge from EU regulations — and that the European Court of Justice would have no role in it.

One of those present explained: “We are going to be associate members of various agencies on things like aviation, chemicals and pharmaceuticals and then we get [EU] market access and don’t need to have our products checked in more than one jurisdiction. We can decide at any time, in the full knowledge that there are consequences, that we don’t want to be regulated in this way.”

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In the key moment of the meeting May turned immediately to Boris Johnson, the most outspoken Brexiteer, and asked his opinion, putting the foreign secretary on the spot. The fourth point was enough for him. “It answers the requirement to take back control of our laws,” Johnson said. “This is something which we can sell to the country and will unite the party.”

Next up was Philip Hammond, usually the most outspoken minister pushing for close alignment with the EU. “This is broadly a good paper,” the chancellor said. May visibly relaxed. Her two most awkward ministers were on board. There was even time for levity. Another who was present said: “If you both agree with it, there must be something wrong.”

There was an immediate understanding that May had played her cards well. “Her wisdom was that she got Olly to explain it,” one cabinet minister said. “If it was a complete stinker then it would have been Olly who got lacerated.” Instead, Robbins received plaudits, even from Brexiteers who have seen him as a malign force guiding Britain to a softer EU exit than they would like.

“It was like watching live television,” one minister said. “You didn’t know whether it was all going to end in tears or not. She held the room. She’s got the title and the status but it felt much more like she rose to it. People finished with a new-found respect for her.” Another added: “She did an absolutely brilliant job. She kept everybody guessing.”

The breakthrough came only after a heated debate and a drama in Downing Street 23 hours earlier which had left the Brexiteers fearful that they were being “shafted”. Davis travelled more than 6,400 miles last week meeting EU counterparts but his most important mission came on his return to the UK at 8pm on Wednesday. On reading Robbins’s proposed draft plan when he finally reached No 10, the Brexit secretary launched into action.

“The paper had some language which was going to lead to some people in the room exploding,” one official said. Davis went in and out of No 10 for nearly three hours to meet May and ensure the so-called divergence mechanism would be acceptable to Johnson and Michael Gove, the environment secretary.

“DD wrestled it into shape,” a cabinet source said. “It was a script written by Olly Robbins, produced by David Davis and directed by Theresa May — with Boris, as the first viewer, delighted.”

Davis’s discovery that the May-Robbins plan needed surgery was not the only thing unnerving the Brexiteers as the meeting began. A document on the transition period, published on Wednesday, that did not set a time limit for Britain’s full departure from the EU, had caused angst.

Liam Fox, the international trade secretary, led the charge because his ability to negotiate free trade deals is curtailed during the transition period. “Liam is concerned that he’s going to be able to get on and do his job,” one cabinet minister said.

The tensions erupted at Chequers when Greg Clark, the business secretary, gave a presentation on the consequences of divergence for the car industry. Johnson interrupted to say divergence was essential to ensure innovation. He cited the way EU rules had stopped him changing the design of lorries in London while he was mayor to make conditions safer for cyclists, along with a ban on the most powerful vacuum cleaners designed by the British firm Dyson.

“Boris’s big thing is that he wants to be able to innovate,” a colleague said. “He must be seeing James Dyson all the time. He quotes him the whole time.”

Clark, usually one of the most self-effacing ministers, questioned whether the British market was big enough for manufacturers to design products for it alone. “What is the trade-off here?” he asked. “There are 425,000 jobs at risk in the automotive sector.” Another minister said: “Greg had his Weetabix. He really roared. Boris was quite taken aback.”

May stopped the fight, telling Johnson that he would get to speak first in the next session, where the deal was finally unveiled. “She was like a very efficient school teacher,” one source said. “She was quite tough with Boris.”

The exchange unnerved Johnson who, allies claimed, had been contemplating resignation if the meeting had not gone as he wanted. “It was a very long and torrid day,” one friend said. “For much of it he thought it was going in totally the wrong direction. He thought there might be a long walk home.” After the dinner that concluded the day, Johnson’s allies proclaimed that ��divergence has won”.

The day was orchestrated by May and her aides to create an atmosphere of solidarity and manoeuvre ministers into compromise. “There was a slight element of Cluedo about it,” one participant said.

Discussions started in the grand hall of and moved to three other rooms. Ministers’ mobile phones were confiscated, forcing colleagues who had spent months briefing against each other to talk.

“During the Oslo peace process the Norwegians got the Arabs and Israelis into an agreeable location in the Norwegian countryside and plied them with smoked salmon,” one minister noted.

“In the same way, if you get a group of Tories in a country house and give them cups of tea and shortbread biscuits, naturally it tends towards harmony.”

Johnson and Clark had a friendly conversation in a tea break after their clash. Those present hope the spirit of unity will hold. “We are bonded in a way we weren’t,” one said. “There was a magic.”

Such was the mood that even the lugubrious Hammond found time to laugh at himself. When David Lidington, May’s deputy, made a downbeat technical point he said: “I don’t want to sound too Eeyore.” The chancellor piped up: “No, that’s my job.”

Ministers might have finally made a deal among themselves but can they sell it to their EU partners? The next day Donald Tusk, president of the European Council, dismissed the UK’s plan as “based on pure illusion”, complaining that it amounted to “cherry picking” and an attempt by Britain to have its cake while eating it.

Tusk will meet May for talks in No 10 on Thursday. She will also hold a special cabinet meeting that day. On Friday she will make a speech outlining the UK’s position, with Newcastle the most likely location. Despite her success at Chequers, much was left unresolved. “The main question, ‘What can we diverge on and when?’ hasn’t been properly discussed or explored,” a cabinet source said.

May will have problems keeping her top team in line. Hammond made clear he thinks the proposals are “unnegotiable” and will never be accepted by the EU, something that puts him on a collision course with Johnson, who has told friends that the plan has to be Britain’s bottom line, not an opening bid.

A source familiar with Johnson’s thinking said: “Boris makes no distinction between the offer and our bottom line. This is what we must get.”

May was left in little doubt about the weakness of her position in parliament by a political discussion at the start of the summit. The Conservative chief whip, Julian Smith, “laid it on the line” and warned of the “real, real danger” of Tory rebels uniting with Labour to keep Britain in the customs union.

Davis discussed the threat of hardline Brexiteers under Jacob Rees-Mogg, who have privately threatened to force a leadership election if May drops her opposition to a customs union.

As another minister put it: “The election of Jacob [to lead the European Research Group] is a sign that they are militarising and have tanks on our lawn.”

Karen Bradley, the Northern Ireland secretary, told May she could not be sure her DUP allies would “turn up” for key votes. And there was a discussion of the prospect of Sinn Fein’s seven MPs taking their seats if the UK does not ensure that there is no hard border between Northern Ireland and the republic.

Some Eurosceptics outside the cabinet put little faith in May and her team holding their fragile truce together in the face of intransigence in Brussels.

“Cabinet continues to live in a parallel universe,” one said. “The DD-May plan is doomed. Barnier will smash DD over the head and No 10 will fold as always.”

Even cabinet ministers will not believe that the deal is secure until they see May’s speech. “It’s very important that the rats don’t get at this now,” one said. “We don’t want it unscrambled.” But in a process that has been as frustrating as it has been long, the week represents progress.

“In a not particularly hotly contested field it was a good day for the government,” the minister said.

Another described it as May’s best day since the general election: “She’s done a good job, this is a success for her. There may be tougher sessions to come but she is keeping one hell of a plate spinning. That is winning hearts and minds.”

[skullkxd]

headcanon + first pokemon

ree’s first Pokémon proper was their Zorua, Pickip. Technically they had Rocky the Rockruff (now a Lycanroc and recently reunited) as a companion first, but he belonged to their aunt, technically, not them.

Though Ree isn’t aware of it, because of their still faded and blocked off memories, Pickip was a Pokémon that was being trained to be a service and emotional support Pokémon, that Ree met as they were recovering from their initial injuries when they were a child that left them half blind. There were talks of Ree being able to take Pickip on as their starter Pokémon, but Ree ran away before things could be made official. Pickip, who had already been bonding with Ree, followed after them and the pair “met” in the dump a few days after they had been separated.

Pickip has made the choice not to evolve. He likes himself as he is, and always will. Ree loves him at this size too.

funny enough, though, Pickip has never really disguised himself as Zorua are often expected to.

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plastic or metal

HOSRI made of plastic? Dresses made of metal?

High idea trend is now not simply for the massive designers anymore as college students on the trend diploma programme at Newport University will inform you.

Or they should simply let their work communicate for itself.

Their present day vary is a choice of modern garb made of a white cloth known as Tyvek, a light-weight bonded fibre that creates an impact like plastic paper.

Obviously these are now not gadgets supposed for the common excessive road consumer and the college students are additionally developing a purposeful vary of sports clothing that consists of skateboarding and snowboarding tools that everybody ought to wear.

But it is all section of the School of Art Media and Design's ethos of encouraging college students to appear at trend in new ways, thinking about fabric or designs that are non-traditional, and then bringing them again to the practicalities of excessive road retail.

It is vital that they are open to the opportunity of trend going in one of a kind directions,'' stated senior lecturer Sharon Rees.

We motivate college students to assume past the ordinary boundaries of fashion and to discover the workable of special media and fabrics.

We additionally motivate them to use services in other areas of the graph faculty to include fabric and strategies they would possibly now not have viewed before.

But of path that is now not accurate barring the fundamental competencies such as developing and reducing a sample and developing the outfit.

Many of the college students had no longer even sat down at a stitching desktop earlier than and I am very thrilled with the outcomes of this range.

They have been experimenting with the notion of transformation of clothes and produced ones that can fold or concertina down.

The sports clothing is at the different stop of the spectrum of extremes - it is practical for everyone.''

Some of the students' extra innovative work consists of clothes made out of metallic that has been tempered and handled with acid.

And they obtained the risk to exhibit their revolutionary designs to extra than 170,000 people, which includes main trend specialists and pop stars at the Clothes Show Live, held at Birmingham's National Exhibition Centre.

UWCN used to be the solely university from Wales invited to showcase at what is known as the world's greatest trend and splendor event.

We genuinely felt we had been flying the flag for Wales,'' stated Ms Rees.

This tournament gave our college students a risk to have their work considered and seen with the aid of some of the trend media's pinnacle commentators. …

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The Tavistock Institute

The Tavistock Institute

The Tavistock Clinic was founded in 1921 by John Rawlings Rees, a medical officer in the Royal Army Medical Corps. The Tavistock Clinic, which operated as a psychological warfare organization during WWII, was reconstructed and enlarged in 1946 with funding from the Rockefeller Foundation, and initiated as the Tavistock Institute. Rockefeller assigned Tavistock the duty of carrying out and implementing wide-scale war researches. The main area of practice, though in various locations around the world, was in the US. The institute and its works continue to be the best-kept secret of the US.

Sigmund Frued

The Tavistock Institute is particularly inspired by the famous psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud’s research on ‘controlling human behavior’. The institute sought to control human behavior and shape the communities in line with their interests. This was planned as a method to take the society under control by use of psychological means.

Today the institute has a wide cooperation network including the University of Sussex, Stanford Research Institute, Esalen Institute, Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), Hudson Institute, the Heritage Foundation, Center for Strategic and International Studies of Georgetown University (CSIS), Air Force Intelligence, the RAND Corporation, the MITRE Corporation, the Mont Pèlerin Society, the Trilateral Commission, the Ditchley Foundation and the Club of Rome. All OSS (Office of Strategic Services) and CIA programs are developed under the supervision of Tavistock Institute.

Today Tavistock Institute operates a 6 billion US dollar per year network of foundations in the United States and describes its strategic mission as transformation from industrial nation-states to a post-industrial global world state and transferring the rule to a few oligarchs. In plain words, the purpose of the institution is building the ‘single world state’ under the supervision of the British deep state, as it is the ultimate goal of all secret organizations.

The duty undertaken by Tavistock Institute to achieve this goal was approaching people through psychological means and weaken their power with psychoanalytic effects. The main method was to develop ways to influence people. This way, they hoped, people wouldn’t oppose the dictators of the deep world state appointed by the British deep state as the world moved towards the single communist world state. To this end, the scientists at Tavistock Institute worked for years on developing ways to weaken family bonds, destroy values like religion, honor, and patriotic feelings and to replace them with morally degenerating behavior such as sexual perversion and homosexuality.

Tavistock Institute constantly works on mass brainwashing techniques and frequently puts them to the test on various societies. They design incidents that will leave people afraid, concerned and worried, study the results and work to change their psychological and neurologic states. When worry becomes a part of a society, it becomes much easier to manipulate the masses. It should be remembered that one of the biggest goals of the British deep state has always been taking societies under their control.

The Tavistock Institute BritishDeepState.net

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5 Billion Rentals: 6 Winter Tales for Rent from DVD Netflix

Winter's Tale (2014)

One night in New York at the start of the 20th century, master thief Peter Lake (Colin Farrell) breaks into a house in Central Park— and his wife, Beverly Penn (Jessica Brown Findlay), has quickly stolen his heart. Sadly, their love is star-crossed; they die of ingestion, and his evil former mentor, Pearly Soames (Russell Crowe), marks them for death. Peter is battling the powers of time and darkness to save Beverly, even as Pearly is doing all he can to kill Peter.

Winter's Bone (2010)

Ozark teenager Ree Dolly (Jennifer Lawrence) is doing what she can to run the household and take care of her two younger siblings in the face of an unresponsive mother and a violent husband. Ree is setting out on a risky quest to find him, told by the sheriff (Garret Dillahunt) that their father put their home up for bond and then vanished. Now in her eyes, the future of her entire family, Ree questions the code of silence of her outlaw kin and sacrifices her life to discover the fate of her uncle.

Edge of Winter (2016)

Stranded in a remote winter cabin, two siblings (Tom Holland, Percy Hynes White) have to fight for survival while their father (Joel Kinnaman) is losing his grip on reality.

Frozen River (2008)

A mother of the working class, Ray Eddy (Melissa Leo,) is in desperate need of money to find a home after her husband leaves her. Attracted by the promise of easy cash, Ray meets Lila (Misty Upham), a widowed Mohawk who earns a living by smuggling immigrants across the St. Lawrence from Canada to the United States.

Cool Runnings (1993)

Four Jamaican bobsleighers, despite never having seen snow, dream of participating in the Winter Olympics. With the support of a disgraced former champion who was determined to redeem himself, the Jamaicans set out to be worthy of the Olympic selection and go out for glory.

Grumpy Old Men (1993)

The two curmudgeonly neighbors John Gustafson (Jack Lemmon) and Max Goldman (Walter Matthau) have been at each other's throats for years. The former friends' rivalry intensifies when Ariel (Ann-Margret) comes along and gives both of them a love interest. However, when Max finds out that John is going through family troubles and financial ruin, he steps in to help. When John has a health scare, their bond is further cemented, and Max is making the ultimate sacrifice for his friend.

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