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pieces - chapter one

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca sees her again in the most unexpected place.

rating: M (drug abuse, mention of sexual abuse in later chapters) word count: 2,100

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“Any messages, Gina?”

Beca Mitchell strode out of the elevator, high heels clicking on marble flooring on her way to her office.

Her assistant rushed to walk alongside her, notebook opened as she handed Beca her second coffee of the day, which Beca took with an appreciative smile.

“Mr. Mendes needs to push back his meeting to Thursday, and Mr. Hozier-Byrne is waiting for a call back, preferably before 2 as he’s five hours ahead.”

Beca rounded the corner to her office and dragged her leather desk chair back, shrugging off her woolen trench coat and draping it over the back. “Got it, remind me what I have planned today?”

“You’re having lunch with Mr. Zimmer at the Plaza to discuss Jesse’s project, and apart from the weekly team meeting at five, you’re expected at Edgy Reggie’s party from 10 pm at the Sapphire.”

A groan surfaced from Beca’s throat and her eyes slammed shut as she plopped down on her chair. “I forgot about that. Luke can’t go?”

Gina winced and shook her head. “Family dinner.”

“Family dinner, my ass. His whole family lives back in fucking England,” Beca muttered before she could help it, throwing her assistant an apologetic smile. “Sorry. Thanks, Gina. Hold my calls until ten, please?”

“Of course, Ms. Mitchell.”

As she did every morning while sipping her coffee, Beca listened to demos over the next hour, forwarding them to Luke if any of those yet-unknown artists spiked her interest enough to sign them into their label.

The rest of the day consisted of two meetings, a dozen calls, countless email exchanges, and not enough studio time. A thick blanket of darkness had veiled the city by the time she closed her laptop and called it a day. She stretched her neck and took a moment to gaze at the lit skyscrapers through her floor to ceiling windows, sighing softly.

It was sometimes weird to think about how this was her life. How the asocial, grumpy freshman from thirteen years ago had made it to the top of the music business and now co-owned one of the biggest labels throughout the country.

Scratch that, throughout the  world.  

Snapping out of her daze, Beca stood and slipped on her coat, plucking her phone off the desk to call herself a Lyft home. She had just about time to take a shower and eat dinner before heading to that stupid party.

*

Beca could think of a million things she’d rather be doing right now as she strode down the wet sidewalk towards the lit  GIRLS  red neon sign in the distance a couple of hours later.

She told herself one drink, an hour tops, then she could head home, put on her pajamas, and finish that true-crime TV show she started yesterday.

“Name?” A dude bulkier than the freaking Rock asked her as she made it to the club door.

“Um, Beca Mitchell. I’m Edgy Reggie’s producer.”

Her artist had privatized a strip-club for his celebration party over his album hitting Platinum, and Beca couldn’t  not  show up, as... well, he was an important client and brought her label the big bucks.

The guy checked his clipboard and nodded, hitching his thumb over his shoulder. “You’re good to go.”

Casting the bouncer a nod, Beca ducked inside the dimmed, crowded club, wincing at the crappy music heavily pumping through the speakers. Three girls in bikinis and heels stood on platforms, twisting their bodies around dancing poles as dozens of dudes reclined back in leather sofas, shamelessly ogling their forms.

Beca’s nose crinkled as she scanned the room for her artist.

“Yo, Beca!”

Her gaze snapped to the left corner, catching sight of Edgy Reggie (he didn’t want to change his stage name, no matter how much Beca insisted) waving her over.

“Hey,” she cast him a tight-lipped smile, tucking her straight hair behind her ears. She nodded at the other dudes sitting around the low table. “What’s up.”

“Guys, this is the girl behind the magic of my album,” Edgy Reggie explained, throwing an arm over her shoulders before Beca could squirm away. “She is  fire. ”

Beca chuckled awkwardly, then pointed over her shoulder. “I’m gonna go get myself a drink.”

Maybe two come to think of it, so she could get herself through this.

She headed to the bar and ordered an old-fashioned, fishing in the inside of her coat pocket for her credit card.

“Thanks,” she muttered when the barmaid (also clad in a bikini that left very little to the imagination) came back with her drink, handing her her card just as the club’s speaker made an announcement.

“Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome to the stage…  Ariel! ”

The crowd cheered and hooted, Beca glancing over her shoulder to see what all the fuss was about.

There was no amount of alcohol that could have prepared her for the scene unfolding before her.

There, on the main stage, strutted in a redhead, only wearing a silver g-string and high heels. Beca would have recognized that shade of hair anywhere, and while the lighting in the club was low, there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that this girl -- Ariel -- was her former best friend.

Her former best friend who had dropped from the face of the Earth almost five years ago, without so much as an explanation. She hadn’t just stopped talking to Beca, but to all of them, even Aubrey. She was nowhere to be found on social media and when Beca had tried calling her after six months without news, she found out Chloe’s phone number had been disconnected. It wasn’t like they talked on a daily basis before that. After three years spent living on opposite sides of the country, the texts started coming further in between, their communication coming down to a few check-ins a year and on birthdays, until they eventually stopped.

Fearing the worst, Aubrey had called Chloe’s parents, who assured her she was fine, working as a vet in NYC and in a committed relationship. While relieved, the news stung Beca, as it was clear Chloe had deliberately ceased contact.

It took some time, but Beca eventually stopped thinking about her so much, especially when she started getting successful as a music producer and pouring her time and energy into her projects. She soon won her first Grammys, Gold, and Platinum records featured in notorious magazines and talk shows. She could stop working tomorrow and money wouldn’t become an issue, but Beca didn’t like to boast about her fortune, or fame, for that matter.

Despite being insanely busy, she still kept in touch with the other Bellas in their group chat, but she hadn’t seen any of them in a couple of years, missing the last reunion because of her job.

Beca’s mind steered back to the present, where the once most important person in her life was currently dancing for money. Men were staring hungrily at her as she sensually moved around the pole or bent over with her ass in the air to collect dollar bills from the floor, and Beca suddenly felt sick.

This couldn’t be her dream job, right? Something  had  to have happened for her to settle for this.

Beca grabbed her drink and knocked it back, flagging the barmaid down for another as her mind reeled as to what to do.

She needed to talk to Chloe. In private. Tonight, as soon as she finished… parading in front of these disgusting fuckboys. Only… she wasn’t sure Chloe wanted to talk to her.

“Hey,” she said when the barmaid came back as an idea struck. “How do I get a private lap dance with one of the girls?”

The girl raised a surprised eyebrow. “Backroom, hun. Who do you want?”

“Ariel.”

The platinum blonde let out a curt laugh. “Ariel doesn’t do lap dances, babe.”

Beca’s eyebrows knitted together in a heavy frown. “Why not?”

“Because she’s the boss’ favorite.”

Beca didn’t know what that meant exactly, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out as another wave of nausea swept over her insides. “Is your boss here tonight?”

The barmaid scanned the room quickly, nodding. “He’s the guy over there in the suit.”

“Thanks.” She took her drink and headed over to where the fifty-something dude was talking to another guy. Stepping up to them, she ignored their glares over her interrupting their conversation. “Hey. Are you the manager?”

The dude who looked like he ran a mafia mob turned a bit more towards her. “What’s this about?”

“How much for a private dance with Ariel?”

His gaze flickered over Beca’s shoulder towards the stage, then sized Beca up, unimpressed. “She’s not available, kid.”

Beca gritted her teeth at the condescending tone of his voice. “Not even for ten grand for twenty minutes?”

He slow-blinked, then burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m being serious. Ten grand, twenty minutes. Alone in a room, just the two of us.”

The man’s expression hardened. “And I said she’s not  available .”

“Twenty grand.” Hell, she’d throw half a million on the table if that’s what was needed to talk to Chloe. After a beat, she added, “And no touching. That’s not what I’m here for.”

The manager seemed to consider her offer for a handful of seconds. “You got the money?”

Dammit.  She couldn’t withdraw that much right now, she needed to call her bank. “Tomorrow night.”

He smirked, snickering. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He turned back to his buddy, leaving Beca grumbling under her breath as she turned around and stalked out of the club. She couldn’t stay. She couldn’t stand the sight of Chloe objectifying her body for money.

As soon as she got home, Beca fired up her computer and typed in Chloe’s name in her browser. Apart from old stuff on the Bellas, she found nothing relevant. Chloe appeared to still be MIA from any social media.

Beca grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts, bringing the device to her ear.

“What’s wrong?”  

“How do you know something’s wrong?”

“We call each other twice a year on our respective birthdays and stick to the Bellas chat for the rest.”  

Beca nibbled on her bottom lip. “I found Chloe.”

A long stretch of silence on the other end of the line followed.  “What?”  

“I saw her tonight, Aubrey.”

“Where??”

“At a strip club. She’s… a stripper.”

“What? Did you talk to her?”  

“No. She was performing on stage. But I will. I’m… buying a lap dance from her tomorrow. I figured… she’ll have to listen to me since she’s being paid for it.” Her eyes slammed shut, scrunching up her nose. “I don’t know. It might be a bad idea, but-- I just wanna make sure she’s okay, you know?”

“Yes, of course. Keep me posted?”  

“I will. Talk to you soon.”

Beca shuffled to bed after that, but sleep never came. Her mind kept reeling about Chloe, about what she might say to her once they were face to face, and the possibility that Chloe might shoot her down and refuse to talk to her.

She spent her Saturday trying and failing to make some progress on an ongoing project, willing time to tick faster so she could head back to the club. Mid-afternoon, she headed to the bank to withdraw twenty grand, tucking the envelope in her purse.

“Why does it feel like you’re doing something illegal, Beca?” She muttered to herself on her way out of the bank, slightly paranoid about carrying so much cash on her.

The club was just as crowded when she got there around 10 pm. A different girl danced on the main stage and the manager was nowhere in sight, so Beca perched herself on a stool at the bar, ordering herself another old-fashioned.

“Is your boss around?” She asked the barmaid, a different girl from last night.

“Who’s asking?”

“Tell him the person who wants Ariel is here.”

The girl’s eyebrows shot up at that but she didn’t say anything, nodding before strutting away. Beca sipped at her drink for the next twenty minutes, keeping her back to the stage.

The manager eventually appeared in her peripheral, and he leaned an elbow over the counter, lacing his fingers. “So what’s so special about Ariel?”

Beca slowly set her drink down and fished for the envelope, pushing it towards him while keeping her gaze straight ahead. “I like redheads.”

He plucked the envelope off the counter and peered inside. Twenty stacks of ten hundred dollar bills in exchange for twenty minutes with Chloe.

He nodded. “Follow me.”

Beca finished the rest of her drink, the alcohol managing to muffle her nerves some as she followed the manager towards the back of the club, and down a set of stairs. Her heart pumped hard in her ears and her palms started to sweat as she was led inside a dimly lit room with a handful of sofa chairs and a small stage with a dancing pole, some kind of music that seemed straight out of a porno carrying through the speakers. A spiral staircase was tucked in the right corner, and she guessed that is where the strippers made their entrance from.

Beca wondered how far things usually went in these kinds of private rooms.

She wondered how far  Chloe  went.

She cast the guy a tight-lipped smile and a nod before he closed the door, and paced the room for a little while, eventually lowering herself on one of the leather chairs and wiping her palms on her designer slacks.

The clicking of heels over metal made Beca’s spine snap straighter. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder as the steps grew nearer, digging her nails into her thighs as a new round of nerves gripped her insides.

“Good evening, sweetheart,” the huskiness of Chloe’s voice made Beca swallow, and she felt a hand run over her shoulders as Chloe approached from behind.

Glancing up, Beca met familiar, ocean blues.

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New Old Friend

Part Six

(Part One,  Part Two, Part Three , Part Four and Part Five can be found here)

“So, let me get this straight,” Jack said as he sat at his desk, they’d moved back to the Sheriff’s station after dinner to talk in private, “If you don’t touch this shard, you stay in this universe.”

Rip nodded.

“However,” Henry noted, “From the readings I took back in NASA, the shard remaining here for too long would not be good. The energy from the shard doesn’t match the energy for this universe, and we’ve seen before that this is not something that will end well.”

“How long is too long?” Jack demanded concerned.

“Well, I was in one place for about a week with no ill-effects that I noticed,” Rip noted.

“That’s good to know,” Jack mused, “So, we need to infiltrate Section 5 so Rip can touch the shard to send him on his way. Is that right?”

Rip and Henry nodded in unison.

Jack shook his head, “Is there a plan for how we do this?”

“That is easy, Sheriff,” Gideon spoke up from inside the cell she’d been wandering around studying, “I can access the systems within Global Dynamics. I can therefore get access to the restricted section easily.”

Rip smiled at her, before turning back to Jack.

“I’m meant to be the law in Eureka,” he reminded them, “I’m not supposed to break into places. Or allow it to happen.”

“Technically the shard belongs to Rip,” Henry noted, “So it isn’t so much a break in, more a retrieval.”

“That is quite a technicality,” Jack laughed, before he sighed, “The problem is that’s not a technicality the law will agree with if we’re caught.”

“We don’t expect you to take the risk, Jack,” Henry told him.

“And I don’t want you to either, Henry,” Rip interrupted, “With Gideon and if you let me borrow your car then I can access Global Dynamics myself. I already have a few possible ways in from our original visit.”

Jack glanced at Henry, “Is he kidding?”

“Captain Hunter is a master of getting in and out of places he shouldn’t be,” Gideon spoke up.

Jack groaned, “Fine. I have no knowledge of this.”

“No knowledge of what?”

The voice coming from the door made them all spin to where Jo stood looking at them suspiciously.

Rip watched the woman in the same uniform Jack wore, marking her as another part of the law enforcement in Eureka.

“Not important, Jo,” Jack told her.

“Why are you here anyway? I thought you finished a few hours ago?” she demanded as she headed to the second desk, spotting Gideon in the cell she asked, “Have you done the paperwork or were you waiting for me?”

“I am not under arrest, Deputy Lupo,” Gideon stated as she walked through the bars and out the cell making the other woman jump.

“Gideon,” Rip chided softly, “The door was open.”

Jo rolled her eyes, “Should I ask?”

“Jo Lupo,” Jack grinned, “This is Dr Rip Hunter and his AI companion, Gideon.”

“Okay,” Jo nodded understanding, she’d clearly been a part of this town for some time, “Nice to meet you, Dr Hunter, Gideon.”

Gideon smiled, “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Deputy. Your record is very impressive.”

“Gideon,” Rip sighed, “Please stop looking into things you’re not supposed to. We’re guests here.”

Rolling her eyes, Gideon replied, “If I don’t look then I would not get to know about the interesting people who live here.”

Before Rip could retort the phone began to ring.

“I’ll get it,” Jo said, “Considering I’m the one who’s working.”

Gideon moved to Rip’s side and murmured softly, “People tracing you is no longer the problem, Captain.”

“It’s Alison,” Jo turned to them, “Looking for Henry.”

Surprise covered Henry’s face, “Me?” Taking the phone, he listened for a second before nodding, “We’re on our way, Alison.” Hanging up the phone, he sighed, “They tried to test the shard’s power. It’s not going well.”

Jack bounced up and grabbed his keys, “I’ll drive.”

“Let me know if you need any help,” Jo called as they left, adding before they were out of door, “Or if I need to evacuate the town.”

                                 *********************************************

 “I thought you said you were just testing,” Alison yelled over the blaring alarms as she ran into the lab.

“I was,” Nathan replied, “It activated itself somehow.” He grimaced as he continued to try to shut down the energy source they’d found, “The energy is looping and feeding itself. I can’t stop it.”

Alison grimaced, “I’ve called Henry.”

“I don’t know if he’ll be able to help,” Nathan told her, staring as a small point of light began to form at the other side of the lab.

“What is that, Nathan?” Alison demanded fearfully.

“That,” came the clipped voice of Dr Hunter, “Is a time portal beginning to form.”

Alison and Nathan turned to see him enter with Henry and Jack along with Hunter’s AI Gideon.

“It’s a what?” Nathan demanded incredulously.

“A time portal,” Rip stated again, before adding, “Unfortunately as it’s not been controlled there is no way to tell where in time it will open to.”

Nathan frowned, “You’re talking about time travel.”

Rip nodded, “Precisely.”

“That’s impossible,” Nathan scoffed, “Time travel is science fiction. And what would an Artificial Intelligence specialist know about the physics of time travel?”

“A great deal more than you do,” Rip replied absently.

Nathan glared at the other man, “I doubt that. My specialist fields are astrophysics and quantum mechanics which I am one of the world’s leading authorities on.”

Rip turned to him and noted, “Yet this is still out of the realms of your knowledge.”

“The energy levels are growing,” Henry called from the controls stopping Nathan from retorting, “Would it stop if you touched it?”

“Gideon?” Rip asked.

Alison frowned confused as the AI shook her head, “Unfortunately that would not work, Captain. The portal has already begun to form, removing the shard would not stop this. We need to drain the energy.”

Rip sighed as he looked around thoughtfully.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Jack demanded suddenly, “Since that’s what usually happens.”

Shrugging Rip replied, “The portal opens to before or after the earth exists and the entire world gets sucked into the vacuum of space.”

“You just know the way our luck runs there’s no point asking what the best scenario is,” Jack noted to Henry who nodded.

“Gideon,” Rip called as he checked the readings, “The electrical systems Dr Fargo upgraded. Would they be able to accept the charge?”

She tilted her head for a moment before replying, “It would but they would need to be modified properly in order to dissipate the energy safely.”

Rip nodded, “Henry?”

“We’re on our way,” Henry nodded,

Jack pulled out his keys, “I’m driving.”

“Nathan, come with us,” Henry ordered as he started out grabbing Jack’s arm, “Gideon, send me the details of how to do this to my PDA.”

“Yes, Dr Deacon,” Gideon replied as the two men ran out.

 Rip swore under his breath as the small portal continued to grow.

“What can I do to help?” Alison asked.

“Keep an eye on the power output,” Rip told her, motioning her to the back console.

She nodded and turned her attention to the readouts.

“Gideon,” Rip turned frowning at the annoyed expression on her face, “What’s wrong?”

“The energy being released is beginning interfere with our connection, Captain,” Gideon told him, “I am losing the signal to you.”

Rip sighed, knowing to keep their connection she was diverting energy from other systems on the Waverider to their link, “Go. I’ll be fine.”

Her hand came up to touch the air by his cheek, “Take care, Rip. I will be back as soon as I can.”

As she disappeared, Rip took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the situation at hand.

“Rip,” Henry’s voice came suddenly, “We’re here.”

“It’s a good thing Jack is the law considering how fast he must have been going,” Rip noted, before asking, “Do you have the information you need?”

“We’re already working on it,” Henry told him, “We should be ready to start the transfer in three minutes.”

“Dr Hunter,” Alison called, “The energy is increasing exponentially.”

“Bollocks,” Rip snapped, before calling, “Henry, we’re running out of time. The portal is going to be viable in the next fifty seconds if we don’t start the energy transfer.”

“We’re almost there,” Henry replied.

Frowning Rip caught Alison’s arm, “You need to leave this room now.”

“What?”

“It’s too dangerous,” Rip told her, “I need to be here to activate the transfer but there’s no reason for you to be in here as well.”

Concern flitted across her face before she nodded, “I’ll be listening in.”

“Lock the door,” Rip said, “It’ll give a little bit more protection for evacuating the building if this doesn’t work.”

She nodded again before leaving him alone. Rip knew he could touch the shard and leave here but Henry was his friend and Jack was becoming one as well. He wasn’t going to leave them to deal with this.

“Henry?” he called, “Tell me you’re ready.”

“Rip,” Jack replied instead, “We’re ready. Start the transfer.”

Hitting the button, Rip watched the energy levels and hoped this worked. He trusted that Henry knew what he was doing, considering the interface he’d created.

“Is it working?” Henry called.

Rip continued to watch the levels and finally, to his relief, it began to go down, “It’s working.”

Turning he watched the portal slowly get smaller before it disappeared into nothing. Checking the information Rip sighed in relief to see that it had closed completely. Opening the lab door, he found Alison standing there.

“It’s gone,” he told her.

Alison nodded, “That’s wonderful news. Now you can explain how you knew exactly what to do.”

                                 *********************************************

 Henry was relieved to find Rip sitting in Alison’s office with no security surrounding him.

“We disconnected all the equipment and locked the lab down,” Henry reported to Alison as they filed in, “Is everything okay here?”

Alison nodded with a blithe smile, “Dr Hunter and I were just discussing that.”

He winced slightly but seeing Rip was looking relaxed knew that it wasn’t too bad.

“What about the energy source?” Nathan demanded.

Alison glanced at Rip before she replied, “I have locked the lab down for the moment and Dr Hunter has confirmed that it is safe now but best to keep it secure.”

Nathan frowned but nodded in agreement, “I have some other projects that need to be checked on.”

With that said he left, and Henry sighed in relief.

“So,” Alison spoke up once Nathan was gone, “Time travel and alternate dimensions. You have some interesting friends, Henry.”

Not sure what to say, Henry shrugged.

“Rip,” she smiled at him, “I will give you access to the lab at noon tomorrow. That should give you time to make your goodbyes.”

Rip shook her hand, “Thank you, Dr Blake.” He glanced at the picture on her desk and added, “After today I suggest you go home yourself and be with your son,” sadness covered his face for a moment as he breathed, “It’s the best thing in the world to spend time with your child and should never miss any chance you have.”

Henry caught Jack’s eye, but the moment passed quickly, and Rip turned to him once more.

“I don’t know about anyone else,” he said, “But after that I need a drink.”

Henry said, “Sounds like an idea. Café Diem doubles as a good evening spot.”

Nodding Rip told them, “Well let’s go before Gideon returns and yells at me.”

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artwork || j.jk oneshot

Pairing: singer! jungkook x artist! reader (gender-neutral)

Summary: in which y/n, an artist frustrated by the lack of inspiration in life, finds themselves some motivation in the form of jeon jungkook at a bar.

inspired by pied piper jungkook, joonpiter's edit of still with you - jk but it's open mic night at your local bar and you're falling in love with him 

Word Count: 3.0k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: hi, sorry if this is annoying BUT one very important thing: before you read this, listen to the video linked above to set the mood (believe me, it does wonders) or listen to it while reading. Okay, now onto the one-shot!

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You could not see how coming to a bar would help you find the inspiration that you were so desperately trying to get a hold of.

It had been three weeks - three weeks - since you had even picked up a pencil and put it down on paper. Art, as it seemed to be, was your escape; a safe haven, a vent for emotions that when pent up led to nights full of tossing or turning and not a wink of sleep, a channel through which you could craft your thoughts, letting the pencil in your hand guide you on what to do.

But when picking up that same pencil led to nothing but scribbles and bunched up pieces of paper in the trash, thoughts and emotions tended to get a little overwhelming. By that, you meant that they would render you helpless as you felt like ripping out your hair in frustration or screaming until nothing but hoarse whispers would come out of your throat.

You'd spent hours scrolling through social media, trying to find something that would spark your interest, but at the end of the night, always came up empty-handed. That was your routine for the past two weeks. You had even attempted to go out for a day, visiting places like the city and the library and the small lake near your house, but it seemed like nothing was piquing your interest these days.

Everything was bland, flavourless. The sunset - that would usually make you take out your phone camera and capture its beauty so that you could use a paintbrush and transfer the beauty from a screen to paper, stroke by stroke - now didn't even manage to make you bat an eye. The little flowers that grew in the cracks on the sidewalk - the same ones that would make you crouch down and hastily draw on your hand so that you could go home and recreate them in a better fashion, would be crumpled beneath the soles of your shoes. The smiles of strangers - that would usually imprint themselves onto your mind, so that you could sit near the window at home and think about how happy they looked while you sketched every single line of their face onto some medium - would make you walk right by and become just a distant memory.

Against your better judgement, you reluctantly decided to consult your friends, sick and tired of mind blanks and art blocks, hands itching to dispel the thoughts inside your head, to tell the world about you. The answers you got were...very diverse, you could say.

You got all sorts of recommendations, ranging from bungee jumping to strip clubs (you had almost died of asphyxiation while the friend who recommended it was too busy laughing her head off).

And unfortunately, the least bizarre idea out of the lot was a bar.

You considered the option; really thought over it for a solid ten minutes. It would be a change to your daily routine, which might be the reason for your lack of inspiration. Seeing the same things every day may have just become too mundane for you. A bar, on the other hand, would be a nice addition of spice to your life. Not enough to completely shake you, like strip clubs, but enough to make sure you didn't die of being inspiration-less (you weren't sure if that was actually a word, but you couldn't care less at that point).

So that's how you found yourself, breathing shallow and nerves firing rapidly, outside a bar near your house.

You didn't want to be the centre of attention. God, no. You wanted to blend in enough to observe some people from afar (now that you realized, that sounded borderline creepy). You had your sketchbook tucked safely under your over-sized cardigan, hidden because who on earth brings a sketchbook to a bar? You mentally rehearsed your plan of action; enter and be as inconspicuous as you could, make a beeline for a seat hidden in the shadows of the room and not come out until inspiration had struck you.

Once you were confident that you weren't going to trip over your own two feet, you swung open the door and felt the warm air of the room hit you, a tingling sensation flooding over your body as it adjusted to the new temperature. You heard a bell chime overhead, signalling your arrival, so you booked it to a little table right at the back, partially obscured under the lighting of the room before anyone could actually spot you.

Murmurs of conversation happening around you reached your ears, but you were sure that all of your senses had just short-circuited, like some nerve in your body had just decided to disconnect itself, resulting in a numbing sensation.

But your senses couldn't have short-circuited, because your ears picked up something and you couldn't tell if you were still alive or had died and gone to heaven.

A voice. A heavenly, serene, soulful voice.

Your eyes travelled towards the dais towards the side of the bar and saw what you could only describe as a living masterpiece, right there, on the raised platform. Long fingers clasped the microphone stand as the boy, who looked no older than 24, swayed lightly with the music playing overhead. Black, wavy hair framed his face, partly covering his eyes, but you could see that they were closed, too engrossed in the song. He wore nothing but a patterned black long sleeve shirt, top few buttons undone with black tights.

Still with you.

Remember when you said that you wouldn't leave the bar until inspiration struck you? Yeah, well, it struck you like lightning.

Your whole body was in a trance, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop listening to his voice. It was so...so raw and so emotional, that you had almost forgotten about why you came there in the first place.

Whipping out your sketchbook from underneath your cardigan, you wasted no time in trying to capture the pure essence of the boy under the hanging lights of the bar. You had never thought that bar lighting could make someone look so ethereal.

With nothing but just his voice calming you - for all other conversations had died out to let his heartfelt voice float around the place - you worked. You worked so fast, afraid that the inspiration you had found so arduously would run away from you, just like everything else, and yet you worked so slowly and carefully, making sure that you could do the boy's beauty justice, although you doubted that was possible.

Najimagi deullineun i eeokeon soli igeolado eobseumyeon na jeongmal muneojil geos gata

It felt like nothing else existed, nothing else mattered, apart from the pencil and sketchbook in your hand, and the boy and his melodious voice up on the dais. You couldn't focus on the bursts of conversation around you, or the way your wrist was slightly hurting from the way you were sitting, but you couldn't care. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

You were convinced that if you weren't drawing, you would've walked up to the boy, his voice drawing you in like the lure of the pied piper's pipe. It managed to wrap around you, binding you to it, and slowly but steadily pulled you in, all the while murmuring sweet nothings right near the shell of your ear.

It was exhilarating, feeling the craving of rushing to finish something flood through every one of your veins, something that you had almost forgotten the feeling of. You were ever so thankful for the entity on the make-shift stage in front of you, because you were sure that if he hadn't come into your life with his voice, you would've slipped into an abyss, a void and would've failed to come out.

You couldn't tell if it was his voice or the bass reverberating off the walls, that shook you from the inside. For a minute, you had to pause, and had to breathe, letting the notes flood you and fill you, invading every single nook and corner of your being and healing it over. Ambrosia, that's what you would describe his voice and looks as. Sweet, sweet ambrosia. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought that a voice could make you feel complete.

Subconsciously, your foot tapped along with the slow but gripping beat, and occasionally your eyes would flick towards him, and would stay just a second too long.

jeo dari oerowo boyeoseo bamhaneure hwanhage ulgo issneun geot gataseo

And his eyes would meet yours, and stay for a second too long before he looked away and smiled at the audience, who remained awestruck by the blessing in the form of the gorgeous boy on stage, who seemed as if he belonged there, singing his heart out and baring himself for the whole world to see. You decided that his smile, the most radiant of all things; you wanted to pocket it. You wanted to pocket it and keep it safe, never wanting to let it die. Because just like your drawings, his smile held a thousand words. And you wanted to hear every single one of them while your pencil traced the curve of his lips and smile onto a piece of paper, making sure it would never turn upside down.

Four minutes.

Hwangholhaessdeon gieok soge na hollo chumeul chwodo biga naerijanha

That's how long the boy sang for. Every word that left his mouth rattled you from the inside, and yet calmed you like no other meditation technique.

Four minutes.

That's how long you drew for. An incomplete figure, a mess of lines and shading looked back at you from the paper, and fear gripped you like a cold heart.

You weren't going to let him get away. Not before you finished the drawing and pinned it with all your other ones, because that night; that night was like no other.

Never had you felt that way about a sunset, or a bunch of flowers, or a strangers's smile. But he, he made all your worries retreat into a dark corner of your mind with just a smile. And his voice, oh god, you could listen to it all day and all night and never get sick of it. It felt as if he would always be your inspiration, ever ready to help you be yourself.

That boy up on the stage, you thought, was one thing you were sure you would never get tired of seeing, never get tired of drawing because, dear god, did he look absolutely stunning standing there without a care in the world.

Once he drew out the last note, the bar erupted into claps and cheers and you stopped, eyes following his obsidian ones as they crinkled in delight. He bowed to everyone before speaking into the microphone, "Thank you. Thank you, guys."

And then he was stepping off the stage, still smiling and waving at the people who complimented him, and you found yourself walking towards him. You weren't one for confrontations, but you were willing to push aside your fear of socialising for him, just this once.

He noticed you walking towards him, and shook hands with the last person before turning to you.

The two of you stood in silence. Apparently, you had suddenly lost the ability to form a single coherent thought because oh God, he was even more beautiful from up close. Sharp collar bones peeked out from beneath the collar of his shirt, and you somehow missed the tattoos lining his right arm, which was scratching at the back of his neck nervously. You could see a little mole right there, on the tip of his nose, and one right beneath his bottom lip and another one-

"Can I help you?"

Your body jerked a little as you brought your eyes to look at his black ones, and your brain finally put together a sentence as you spoke, voice clearer than your thoughts, "Your voice...it's amazing." You really wanted to say how breathtakingly beautiful he was too, but you decided to hold that back.

He laughed, the apples of his cheeks dusted with light pink as he threw back his head and laughed. And you realised that his laugh was just as precious as his smile. You noticed that his nose scrunched up in the cutest way as he giggled, and his shoulders went up slightly too, as if he was curling into himself. "Thank you. That means a lot to me, coming from someone like you."

You stopped and stared at him. Did he just say what you think you said? No, you probably mishe-

"I feel like you're not done speaking yet," he said softly, and you exhaled deeply. You just hoped that what you were going to say wasn't going to weird him out.

"I...I may have been, um.." you started but trailed off almost immediately after. Get it together y/n, you're better than this.

You closed your eyes and inhaled, before breathing out, "I was, um, drawing you, while you were, uh, singing."

You peeled open your eyes to see him looking at you in...what was it? Shock? Surprise? Disgust?

"You...were drawing me?" he started, and god, you wished he wouldn't stare at you like that, like he was staring into your very soul and unpacking every single layer there was to you, pulling you apart bit by bit and then restoring your pieces with utmost care.

You nodded slightly, but before you could explain your intentions and assure him that you were no creep, he spoke again.

"Can I see it? Please?"

If anyone should know a fact about you, it would be that you are absolutely helpless against puppy eyes. And this guy, the oh so beautiful guy in front of you, was embodying that very look.

You coughed nervously, feeling your cheeks and neck heat up as a million thoughts raced through your head. What if he found it ugly? Or found that you hadn't completed it? Or found that you hadn't gotten his nose right? The possibilities were endless. But despite the thoughts zooming around that head of yours, you cleared your throat, slowly bringing up the unfinished drawing.

"It's not finished, which is why I wanted to...to talk to you." you licked your lips, finding them in an extremely dry state, just like your throat. Maybe you should've ordered a bottle of water.

You got no answer, your breathing stilling as you studied him, his pupils blown wide as he examined the rough sketch in front of him. You could see his eyes roam over every inch of the paper, and shivered, feeling as if he wasn't staring at the drawing, but at you instead.

"It's not-" you started.

"It's..it's heavenly." he breathed, bringing his eyes to look at you, and you could feel your heart melt underneath his soft gaze. You could practically feel the appreciation bouncing off the soft smile his lips held, and wondered how you could feel so loved, so worthy in the eyes of a complete stranger.

"I was wondering if," you broke off to take a deep breath, "I could possibly finish this drawing?"

You looked at him with hopeful eyes, and upon noticing the hesitation in his eyes hastily added, "only if you're okay with it, of course!" You were hoping with all of your willpower that he would agree, but you were respectful of his wishes. You had worked with all sorts of people in the past, and all you valued from those experiences was trust.

If he didn't trust you, then you couldn't draw him. Simple.

The same reluctance danced in his eyes for a minute more before being replaced with something else. Was it admiration? Or was it sympathy?

"I'll be more than happy to model for you," he said, lips stretching into the widest grin you had ever seen, and before you knew it, you were grinning just as hard too. Contagious. That's how you would describe his smile as. It infected you with happiness, lighting up your day like nothing else, embedding nothing but optimism into the dullness of your life.

And in a moment of tempestuous thoughts, you wondered what would it feel like to trace those lips with your fingers instead.

"Could I have your phone please?" he asked, holding out his hand as you passed it to him and for the briefest moment, in the midst of handing it over to him, your fingers brushed against his, and lingered for a while too long to be considered as nothing.

But you said nothing about it, and instead watched as he tapped at your screen with a small smile on his face before giving you back your phone.

He had fed his number into your phone, under the name of Jeon Jungkook with a bunny emoji next to it.

Fitting, you thought. He did remind you of a bunny.

You looked up at him, only to find him exiting the bar and climbing into a cab. And just before he climbed in, he looked back - right at you - and waved, before gesturing to call him later.

You stood in the middle of the floor at the bar, watching as the taxi pulled away, and pocketed your phone and walked out of the bar. You felt the cold air rush to prick at the bits of exposed skin near your neck and wrists, but you were too lost in thought to notice.

Jeon Jungkook, you decided, was an enigma; an artwork. A mystery with too many layers and too many twists. But Jeon Jungkook was also the simplest person you had ever encountered.

And as an artist, you were willing to tell the world about him, were willing to tell the world about Jeon Jungkook.

The boy so beautiful that he stole your heart without even knowing it.

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A/N: et voila, I have posted my very first one-shot! Don't forget to vote and tell me your thoughts or any feedback bcoz your support means the world to me. And last but not least, always remember that you are loved, valid and a beautiful person, inside and out. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise you precious hooman (or they can fight me)

p.s: tell me if you want a part 2 or if you have any other ideas that you might want me to write! :)

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dpr live - is anybody out there?

which iaot song are you?

here goes nothing: trust falls, an asteroid flying out of its usual orbit, running up a grassy hill, jumping off a cliff into a clear lake below, the moment before a race begins, reassuring whispers, a steady hand on your shoulder

geronimo: an airplane speeds up on the tarmac, a dream where you’re falling and right before impact you wake up, the feeling of pushing yourself to do the last rep of an exercise, the burn in your muscles, running as fast as you can

to whoever: (this ones,,, self explanatory i don’t think i could word it any better than dabin) hot sunny days in guam, grains of sand btwn ur toes, a crashing wave, waking up early to go to school, a child reaching for their parent’s hand, sitting in a car in silence, watching the seoul skyline blur by

out of control: recklessness, playing hooky, that one song that makes u unconsciously press on the gas pedal too hard, the moment where you’re about to go on stage, adrenaline rush, sugar highs, dizzy vision, a feeling of being alone but being surrounded by people

disconnect: the moment the cinema goes dark and the sound comes on, bass guitars, visiting a planetarium, hitting the top of a roller coaster, psychedelic art, playing random keys at the same time on the synth, driving on an empty highway, playing arcade games

s.o.s.: friendships that last, the feeling of finishing a big project successfully, skate parks, a clear lake, linking arms, retro video games like galaga, closing your eyes and feeling the bass run through you, screaming at the top of your lungs

oh girl: you’re in a bar in space, an old jukebox, friendly or flirty? banter, a friendly slap on the arm, a coy glance over the shoulder, butterflies in your stomach, true genuine stomach clutching laughter, a flower blooming, waiting for the text back

kiss me: stargazing at night, falling into each other’s orbit, sweet sensual kisses, the moment the space ship reaches cruising altitude, silence and zero gravity, overlooking the night sky and stars, long hot showers, bruising kisses that leave you breathless, improv sessions on the piano, slow blink, sleeping in until noon, head on a shoulder

neon: dance cyphers, clubbing or raving with your closest friends, sparks flying, electrifying touches, fireworks, being buzzed, spinning until ur dizzy, crossing your eyes until your vision blurs, coloring outside the lines, deep blushes, the moment the performer comes out on stage at a concert

legacy: spitting rhymes, friendly competition, clean sneakers, racing cars, getting drunk drunk, power pose, hands casually in your pockets, performing onstage under blinding stage lights, flashing cameras, hitting the gas pedal, engines revving

no rescue needed: a clear sky, a friendly smile, laying spread eagled on the floor like you’re trying to sink into the earth, unearthing a buried time capsule, a radio playing in the distance

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[moonlit-imagines]

Starstruck (Part 1)

Carol Danvers x Banner!reader

warnings: brief alcohol mention

a/n: might fuck mess around and make part two if yall want. lmk. ((edit: p. two is a thing))

part 2

You met Carol after the snap. Everyone you loved was gone, except your Uncle Bruce. You went to the Avengers Compound to help find a solution to Thanos’s actions. You were like your uncle, smart and a bit shy. A few days after you arrived at the Compound, you discovered that Fury had put out a signal, you just didn’t know what it meant.

Until she showed up. Captain Marvel, she called herself. Carol Danvers.

“So what do we know so far?” She had asked you. You stared at her, mouth slightly agape.

“Y/N.” Steve caught your attention. You looked over at him and he motioned his head towards Carol.

“Right, so what we know as of right now is that Thanos used the Infinity Stones to wipe out half the population.” You started typing on the computer. “These are a few people unaccounted for. All we know about them right now is that they’re in space.” The profiles of Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, and Peter Parker appeared.

“So I go to space, see if there’s anyone left.” Carol told them. The rest of the team looked to each other and agreed.

“But how will we figure out where exactly they are. Space, it’s infinite last time I checked.” Natasha looked at you and Carol for an answer.

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a little issue,” you paused and inhaled, “but I think I can track Tony and Peter’s suits to their very last known coordinates.”

“Okay, well I guess us two are going to track those coordinates.” Carol told the team. You smiled awkwardly and led her to a communications room. “So, what was your name again?” She asked you.

“Oh, y/n. Y/N Banner.” You told her.

“Wasn’t there a Banner out there, too?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Uncle.” You replied. “He’s pretty cool. Taught me most of what I know. Not everything, though.” You chuckled weakly. It was hard to be even remotely upbeat in these times. You used your uncle’s keycard to access the communications room.

“Kind of a genius, huh?” Carol asked.

“Something like that.” You tapped into the computer and searched for the suits on file. “Alright, Captain, so I’ve just gotta find the model that the two were wearing real quick and we’ll go from there.”

“Just call me Carol. It’s fine.” She suggested.

“Oh, okay then.” You scanned through the suits that were linked to the Avengers computer. The newest Iron Man suit was nano-tech based. “That’s brilliant.” You pulled up both Tony’s and Peter’s suits.

“What’s brilliant?” Carol asked you, arms crossed. You peered up at her quickly.

“Oh nothing, it’s just the tech he was using is a lot different than what he had the last time I saw him. A couple months ago.” You hit the track button. After about 30 seconds, answers appeared. Peter’s tracker went out about two and a half weeks ago. Tony’s was still weakly transmitting. “Oh my god.” You whispered.

“What is it.” She looked down at the screen. You looked to her and back to the screen in disbelief.

“His suit is still transmitting.” You grabbed a holo-communicator and entered the coordinates into it. “Here, take this. It’ll direct you to his exact location. It’s live.” You handed her the comm. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Same goes for you.” She grabbed the comm and nodded to you. She looked back at you when she walked out the door and you gave her a thumbs up.

About an hour later the team walked in. You were still staring at the screen, tracking Tony’s slowly moving location and Carol’s rapid movement. It would still take a while to reach him, though. The team entered the comm room.

“Hey, Y/N, where did Danvers go?” Your uncle asked.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot to tell you. We found Tony’s coordinates. She left an hour ago.” You answered without taking your eyes off the screen.

“That’s great news, y/n. Best we’ve had in a few weeks.” Steve patted you on the back.

“It’s only great if he’s alive. He’s like family to me. And you guys, too. No matter your crazy differences.” You put your head down on the table. Nat eyed Steve.

“You want anything to drink?” Steve asked. You hesitated.

“Whiskey.” You grabbed a comm and walked to the bar. That’s where Tony kept all his good drinks. Thor took a seat next to you, silent. After you had started sipping your drinks, your comm started beeping. You flipped it open.

“Y/N, I found him and a cybernetic Luphomoid together in a damaged spacecraft. You should get medical supplies ready.” Carol informed you.

“Luphomoid?”

“A different species than you guys.” She stated.

“Well, that’s great. We’ll see you in a little while?” She nodded to you. “Can’t wait.” You disconnected and downed the rest of your whiskey.

“Now all that needs to be done is dispose of Thanos.” Thor said gruffly, pouring another glass.

“When the time comes, Thor,” you sighed, “only when it comes.” You got up and headed to the med bay to prepare for Tony’s arrival. Next, you went to find Pepper. She was alone in his work station.

“Miss Potts?” She turned around and looked at you with a pained look on her face. “Captain Danvers found Tony. He’s alive.” Her pain turned into a relieved expression and tears started streaming down her face.

“Thank god. Oh, my god.” You walked up to her and gave her a hug. “Thank you, y/n.”

After a little while, you got an alert from the comm saying Carol was back in Earth’s orbit. You and the team ran outside and saw her coming down with the spaceship above her. She set it down and out came Tony, being helped by a blue-skinned cyborg. You ran to Carol and hugged her.

“Thank you so much, Carol.” She hesitated, but hugged you back and smiled slightly to herself. After a couple seconds you pulled back. “Sorry, I’m just a little overwhelmed.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“No, don’t worry, it’s no problem at all.” She grabbed your hand. “You did a good job, be proud.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.” You shrugged. Everyone was gathered around Tony. You stared at the group and turned your head back to Carol.

“Go, see him. He’s been through a lot and he needs your help now.” You took a deep breath and hugged her again. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Really?” You asked, shocked.

“Yeah, I’m gonna stick around here for a little bit. Now go.” She gestured to Tony.

“Thank you, Carol.”

“Anytime.”

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April 11, 2020

The Easter Vigil

April 11, 2020

The Easter Vigil is the most central liturgy of the Church year.  The new fire is blessed, the Christ Candle is prepared, multiple Scripture readings are shared, the Saints are honored, and the baptismal water is blessed for us and the newest members of the community. Profound links are made to our roots in the Jewish faith through readings, prayers and when the exquisite “Exsultet”, the Easter Proclamation is sung.

As we leaf through the Scriptures, again we find our roots in the Jewish faith. The readings come from Genesis, Exodus, and the prophets, and we are reminded of the liberation of the Jewish people and the fulfillment of promises made by God.  Their crossing of the waters to freedom from Egypt is a symbol of our crossing into new life through waters of Baptism.    

However, it is the Exsultet hymn that is central to this Easter Vigil reflection.  The new fire, lights and blessing of the candle date back to the 3rd century and it is believed the beautiful hymn dates to the 5th century.  Thus, we sense a deeply historical practice linked in some ways to the faith of Jesus Christ. It is a story of salvation history set to a chant.  A story that will be told in Scripture and gesture. This hymn sung after people come inside and process into the darkened church, sets the stage for the liturgical events that will follow.

The hymn begins with words like. “Exult, be glad, rejoice”, sentiments and feelings that on many levels seem disconnected and distant because of our current national and global realities and the suffering people are experiencing.

Yet anxious feelings must have been experienced by the ancient Israelites as they tried to escape from Pharaoh.  The hymn confirms this reality when it says, “This is the night when once you led our forebears, Israel’s children, from slavery in Egypt and made them cross dry-shod through the Red Sea.”

Fear had to grasp the Israelites as they left Egypt but found Pharaoh in hot pursuit.   So too, we feel a national fear as the virus becomes more pronounced and our preparation tools seem inadequate.  Children then and children now express fear and question so much as their environments shift and change.

But this beautiful hymn is full of hope and promise.  “This is the night when Christ broke the prison bars of death and rose victorious…”. That is the posture this Vigil hymn invites us to adopt. “Oh, truly blessed night, when things of heaven are wed to those of earth, and divine to human.”

Therein lies our hope. “Things of heaven are wed to those of earth” as we see the courage of the medical world and the efforts of science.  As we watch the patience of those sheltering at home and generosity of neighbors coming to each other’s aid.  This is indeed a “night of grace” which is at the foundations of our Christian faith.  By our human efforts we have the capacity to become avenues of compassion and grace for others.

“We pray that this candle will overcome the darkness of this night.”  

And that is our challenge this Easter Vigil of 2020.

[gaimms]

192.168.0.1 Hardware IP Address

192.168.1.1 is the default gateway IP Address - - employed to login as admin of router settings such as TP-Link, D-Link, Linksys, Netgear. Back in the day, hardly anyone imagined that there could one day be billions of Web-connected devices in the planet. The reality that there will be more than 24 billion web-connected devices installed about the globe by 2020 would be a massive surprise to the individuals behind Internet Protocol version four (IPv4), which is 32-bits (232) in size and includes four,294,967,296 IPv4 addresses.

This gateway address is the IP address of your router. Step 2: Launch net browser > sort 192.168.0.1 in the address bar > Enter. Router is not discovered on 192.168.1.1. A message (pasted under in portuguese and translated soon after) show in the screen alternatively of the router web page. An IPv4 address consists of a series of four numbers, separated by a dot. Every single number may possibly have 1-three digits. They are normally expressed in decimal numbers for instance, the 192.168..1 IP address.

At the C:> prompt, sort ipconfig and press Enter. In case you do not keep in mind the information you can use the following technique to access the IP address. If you can't access 192.168.0.1, you need to very first restart your router and try once more. If that doesn't aid, you may need to have to erase your router's settings. Most routers have a unique button just for this goal that you can press with a pointy tool, such as a pen. Merely press and hold the button for at least ten seconds or until you see the LEDs commence flashing.

The equipment's manufacturers configure routers to develop a new network (kind 192.168.1.) if a 192.168.0.1 network sort currently exists! The router will have 192.168.1.1 as default address and will give other machines on the network addresses ranging from 192.168.1.2 to192.168.1.254. If all else fails, you can attempt resetting the router by pressing the reset button of the router for 15-20 seconds. Then click the Connected to” alternative in the list. It will also show the connected networks. From there, select the name of the wireless network you happen to be connected to.

Find your router's "Reset" button. You'll typically discover this button, which is fairly little, on the back of the router. If you don't know the correct administrator login name and administrator password, you should flip your router about and appear for a sticker on the bottom side. It really is quite widespread for router producers to print the default administrator login name and administrator password on a sticker, along with other helpful information, such as the name of the router or the website of the manufacturer.

192.168.0.1 is a single of a lot of private IP addresses, which are utilized by routers to recognize themselves on a network. If you have a router that utilizes this IP address and you know its login and password, you can type the address into the URL field of your net browser, log in, and adjust any router settings you want. Now you know a lot of issues about IP Addresses, Private and Public IP Address, How to Access 192.168.0.1, What If You Can not Access 192.168.0.1, How To Find The Router IP Address and much much more.

You need to see a login web page open in your net browser, asking you to enter the default admin username and password. Modifications have been produced to the IP address pu port number. You will now be disconnected from RT-N12D1. All Router has a single reset button. All you want to do is a press reset button for 20 seconds till all LEDs blinked and after carried out, release it. It will reset to default username and password which are listed above.

Ok, the output of the ipconfig although attached to nothing but the router (and it isolated) show's APIPA addressing which means you happen to be not getting something from DHCP on the router. Because the PC's network interface is DHCP enabled, that signifies your router has to have it's DHCP service shut off. Turn on your router and connect it to your personal computer with an Ethernet cable. If the private network demands to connect to the internet, is should use a proxy server or gateway.

The problem with the web is that not every destination has a public address. Some destinations have only what is known as a private address, and the IP address 192.168.0.1 is a single of them. 192.168.0.1 is a private IP address, comparable to 192.168.1.1 or ten...1 employed by a lot of vendors as the default gateway. A lot of Netgear and D-Link model routers use 192.168.0.1 as their default IP address. It is used in a private IPv4 network address as the router gateway. In order to avoid address conflicts, only 1 device can use 192.168.0.1 on a network. Other common default gateways are 192.168.1.1 and ten...1.

A new version of the Internet Protocol has also been developed, called IPv6. Unlike its predecessor, IPv6 makes use of a 128-bit address, permitting for approximately 3.4×1038 addresses, which is enough to assign a special IPv6 address to every single atom on the surface of the Earth. Step 4: Log in to the D-Link router with the administrator username and password. Pay a visit to this internet site for much more detailed directions and tools on locating your router's IP address.

Soon after successful login, you have to adjust the WiFi password and router username. Decide on a sturdy password, a combination of letters, symbols, and numbers. Here are some examples of how distinct router modes and switches would assign IP addresses to computer systems in a network. You will see the IP address next to default” (in the instance below, the IP address is: 192.168.137.1). If you never remember your username and password, you can take advantage of default login details that are provided on the globe wide web. When it is worked, you ought to be asked for your password. Then you have to enter a username and password. Determine on a mix of letters and numbers to develop the password robust.

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192.168.1.1 Default Router Password List

Lookup final results of the search for IP address 192.168.1.11. A new version of the Net Protocol has also been developed, called IPv6. As opposed to its predecessor, IPv6 uses a 128-bit address, allowing for about three.4×1038 addresses, which is sufficient to assign a exclusive IPv6 address to every single single atom on the surface of the Earth. Step four: Log in to the D-Hyperlink router with the administrator username and password. Visit this website for more detailed directions and tools on locating your router's IP address.

Because we're talking about private IP addresses, you need to preserve in thoughts that accessing a router's net interface is achievable only when you are on the identical network as the router. What is far more, you require to know the appropriate login and password mixture otherwise you won't be able to get past the initial login window. The reason why there are certain destinations on the internet that do not have public addresses has almost everything to do with the Internet Protocol version four (IPv4), which defines an IP address as a 32-bit number. Due to the fact the IPv4 pool is 32-bits in size, it can include only 4,294,967,296 addresses.

You might consider that nearly 4.three billion IP address would be adequate, but you would be incorrect. There are now around 23 billion connected devices, and the quantity is expected to double by 2023. To cope with the IP address shortage, a single public IP address is usually employed to hide an whole IP address space consisting of private IP addresses making use of network address translation (NAT), a approach of remapping one IP address space into one more.

Unplug your modem and router from the Net and power sources. Your modem should be connected to a cable that in turn connects to your home's Cable outlet you'll need to disconnect both this cable and the common energy cable. To find your public IP address, Google "What's my IP" and it will show you. To locate your private IP address, go to CMD (on windows), kind "ipconfig" and look at the IPv4 address.

Find your router's "Reset" button. You'll usually uncover this button, which is fairly modest, on the back of the router. If you do not know the right administrator login name and administrator password, you ought to flip your router about and appear for a sticker on the bottom side. It's really widespread for router makers to print the default administrator login name and administrator password on a sticker, along with other beneficial data, such as the name of the router or the web site of the manufacturer.

The dilemma with the net is that not each destination has a public address. Some destinations have only what's referred to as a private address, and the IP address 192.168.0.1 is 1 of them. 192.168.0.1 is a private IP address, similar to 192.168.1.1 or ten...1 utilized by a lot of vendors as the default gateway. Many Netgear and D-Link model routers use 192.168.0.1 as their default IP address. It is employed in a private IPv4 network address as the router gateway. In order to stay away from address conflicts, only one device can use 192.168.0.1 on a network. Other common default gateways are 192.168.1.1 and 10...1.

Going to 192.168.1.1 from net browser leads to the login web page of the router's settings from exactly where distinct settings of the router can be changed provided that the default gateway address of your device connected to the network is 192.168.1.1. If you are hunting to make modifications to the settings of the router or changing the password of your Wi-Fi Network then this can be carried out by logging in into the Router's Settings by means of 192.168.1.1.

If you're possessing troubles accessing your router at 192.168.1.1 (extended loading or not loading at all),your network may be employing one more addess such as 192.168.0.1, ten...1 or that case check our router IP address list. You can also study our tutorial on how to find your router's ip address for a lot more aid. Accessing your Router Admin via a 192.1681.1 IP address will permit you to adjust the settings and configurations that your router application supplies.Click Right here 192.168.1.1 or enter 192.1681.1 into your Browser's address bar.

Right after successful login, you need to change the WiFi password and router username. Select a sturdy password, a combination of letters, symbols, and numbers. Right here are some examples of how different router modes and switches would assign IP addresses to computers in a network. You will see the IP address subsequent to default” (in the example below, the IP address is: 192.168.137.1). If you never don't forget your username and password, you can take benefit of default login particulars that are supplied on the planet wide net. When it is worked, you ought to be asked for your password. Then you have to enter a username and password. Make a decision on a mix of letters and numbers to create the password robust.

Offered that the login particulars are appropriate, you will enter the router's settings web page and make the desired changes from there. To access the Router Admin panel, you have to connect it to your Computer with an RJ45 cable. After connected, open the browser and kind into the address bar. An IPv6 address consists of a series of eight numbers, each and every number becoming 4 digits extended. Unlike the IPv4 address that's expressed in decimal numbers, an IPv6 address is expressed in hexadecimal numbers.

Wait another 30 seconds After releasing the Reset button for the router to completely reset and power back on. You need to be in a position to inform that the router has finished booting up by the state of its LED indicator lights. Step 4: Enter Default username and password (admin-admin) if you haven't changed. Or Enter your username and password. Of course, it's not just routers that can use the 192.168..254 IP address. All electronic devices that can connect to a regional network can identify themselves to others with the 192.168..254 IP address, such as webcams, laptops, servers, personal computers, sensible TVs, repeaters, or modems.

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Cable Glands Market potential growth till the year 2025

Device built with the purpose to allow entrance of cable to an electrical equipment providing facility of bonding, retention, sealing, earthing, insulation, and many more separately or in combination and to keep it under electrical equipment. Cable Glands market is highly driven by factors including, growth in automation industry as well as increasing government support for regional connectivity.

The "Global Cable Glands Market Analysis to 2025" is a specialized and in-depth study of the Cable Glands industry with a focus on the global market trend. The report aims to provide an overview of global Cable Glands market with detailed market segmentation by type of cable, material, end-user and geography. The global Cable Glands market is expected to witness high growth during the forecast period. The report provides key statistics on the market status of the leading market players and offers key trends and opportunities in the market.

The report provides a detailed overview of the industry including both qualitative and quantitative information. It provides overview and forecast of the global Cable Glands market based on type of cable accessories, material, and end-user. It also provides market size and forecast till 2025 for overall Cable Glands market with respect to five major regions, namely; North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific (APAC), Middle East and Africa (MEA) and South America (SAM). The market by each region is later sub-segmented by respective countries and segments. The report covers analysis and forecast of 16 counties globally along with current trend and opportunities prevailing in the region.

Besides this, the report analyzes factors affecting market from both demand and supply side and further evaluates market dynamics effecting the market during the forecast period i.e., drivers, restraints, opportunities, and future trend. The report also provides exhaustive PEST analysis for all five regions namely; North America, Europe, APAC, MEA and South America after evaluating political, economic, social and technological factors effecting the market in these regions. Also, key Cable Glands market players influencing the market are profiled in the study along with their SWOT analysis and market strategies. The report also focuses on leading cable gland manufacturers and industry players with information such as company profiles, products and services offered financial information of last 3 years, key development in past five years.

One of the leading cable gland manufacturers is Axis India Pvt. Ltd offering high quality cable cleats, cable lugs and more.  

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MacBook charger not working? Here’s what to do

What to do if your MacBook is not charging

Why won't my MacBook charge?

There could be a straightforward motivation behind why your MacBook Air or Pro won't charge. Start off with these straightforward checks to establish what the issue is:

We need to inquire... Is the MacBook definitely connected? Disconnect the charging link from the laptop and plug it in once more.

Check the attachment socket too. Is the socket turned on? Have you tried utilizing a different divider socket? We know this sounds a bit essential, but twofold check before you go any further.

Ensure your capacity adaptor is connected appropriately. Every Apple laptop adaptor comes in two parts, the square adaptor and its removable fitting that connects to the divider, and the charge link. Pull the two apart and put them back together.

What does your Apple adaptor resemble? Is it in pristine condition or does it have any tears in the link? Is the adaptor stained in any capacity? Does it watch burnt out? Assuming this is the case, try a different adaptor (acquire one from a companion or ask at an Apple Store).

Macintosh won't charge: check the adaptor

Check the force port on your Apple laptop for dust. This can prevent the connector from making a spotless connection to the Mac and stop you from energizing it correctly.

At last, click the battery symbol in the Menu bar. In the event that it says 'Administration Battery' you most likely need to get your battery supplanted. The battery has matured and will never again hold the charge that it once did.

Verify the MagSafe is Plugged In and Try a Different Outlet

Indeed, that means check to be certain the adapter is plugged into a wall outlet, and that the MagSafe AC adapter or wall adapter is appropriately associated and verified. Trying a different wall outlet is also critical because it precludes the outlet being the issue (and who hasn't had the experience of plugging something into a non-working outlet previously?).

Also, check for any flaws or frays in the adapter. On the off chance that the MagSafe cable is torn, fraying, damaged, or the inner-workings of the charger are uncovered in any way, don't utilize the MagSafe. Replace it immediately.

Clean it up

Alright, you've limited the issue down to the charger, which ought to be working yet isn't. Investigate every one of the ports and connectors and check for earth. A layer of residue or grime may have developed, therefore keeping the charger from making a legitimate electrical association. Get a fabric or cotton swab and clean away any earth you see. Additionally, be careful with imperceptible, clingy layers that might be the genuine issue. You can likewise utilize a fast spritz of isopropyl liquor, however make a point to dry the charger completely before attempting to utilize it once more.

Check for physical damage

It ought to abandon saying that a typical reason for charger disappointment is physical damage. There are two kinds of damage that you should scan for in case you're stressed your charger may have gotten a little beat up.

Missing Prong

Prong and cutting edge damage: Examine all prongs, sharp edges, and different kinds of metal tips that your charger may utilize. In the event that a prong or cutting edge is free or missing, this could be the issue. It likewise makes electrical flames almost certain, so quit utilizing your charger and get a substitution ASAP.

Strain relief: Strain relief alludes to the leader of the charger — which connects to the MacBook — gradually coming detached through mileage. This is to a lesser extent an issue with chargers that have the aforementioned "L"- style or other MagSafe connectors, however it happens with more established connectors. On the off chance that the LED marker lights appear to turn on and off dependent on the edge of the charger, you could have an issue. Inspect the finish of the connector for indications of link damage, uncovered wires, or wear on the protecting covering. In the event that you see apparent indications of damage, it's an ideal opportunity to supplant your charger, as it could be hazardous.

Reboot your MacBook Just like software apps on your MacBook can get frozen or bugged up, so can the hardware that controls the charging of your MacBook. A simple reboot could reset the hardware controlling MacBook charge and could fix the problem of your battery not charging.

Press the  Apple icon in top left of screen. Click Restart. Wait for the reboot, and try charging MacBook again.

Check your battery health

The MacBook battery may destroy quicker than anticipated on the off chance that you use it seriously. You ought to consistently screen its status; generally, there's a danger of having a non-working scratch pad at the most wrong time. Checking your battery health is particularly important when the battery doesn't accuse even of a link.

To see the condition of the battery health, press and hold Option (Alt) key and snap the symbol of the battery in the Menu Bar. The propelled alternatives of the menu will show up. There are four expresses your battery might be in:

Ordinary — Your battery is working great.

Replace Soon — The battery works fine however holds the charge short of what it did previously. It ought to be supplanted soon.

Replace Now — You ought to supplant the battery at the earliest opportunity as it keeps the charge terrible.

Administration Battery — Your battery must be supplanted promptly to forestall harming your MacBook.