#Mark Faus

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My 250 Favorite Arrowverse Episodes: Part 1: 250-226

Taken from „Arrow“, „The Flash“, „Supergirl“, „Legends of Tomorrow“, „Constantine“, „Black Lightning“, „Batwoman“, „Stargirl“ and Season 1-3 of „Superman & Lois“:

In honor of Seaosn 4 of "Superman & Lois" being the end of the Arrrowverse, the end of DCTV like we knew it and the end of The CW like we knew it, a final time before the final season all Seasons ends of all the 250 best Arrowverse Episodes (according to me):

I did include "Stargirl" this time, since it has as much connection as "Superman & Lois" to the rest of the Arrowverse, but One Hit Shows like "Gotham Knights" and "Naomi" (anyone still remember this one?) are not on this list, neither are Arrowverse unrelated DC shows:

250. What kills you only makes you stronger (Superman & Lois 3x13)

The One in which: Lex craddles Kal-El, who is dying a lot.

Written by: Brent Fletcher, Todd Helbing, Directed by: Gregory Smith

249. Plastique (The Flash 1x5)

The One in which: Iris meets the Flash and makes a new meta-friend.

5, Written by: Aaron and Todd Helbing, Brooke Elmeier, Directed by: Dermott Downs

248. Dark Waters (Arrow 4x9)

The One in which: Dig has familiar problems and Damien sends a message.

78, Written by: Wendy Mericle, Ben Sokolowski, Directed by: John Behring

247. Stars and S.T.R.I.P.E. 1+2 (Stargirl 1x12-13)

The Ones in which: The ISA clashes with the new JSA over the future of most of the US.

12/13, Written by: Melissa Carter, Geoff Johns, Directed by: Tao Fraser, Greg Beeman

246. All’s Wells that End Wells (The Flash 7x1)

The One in which: Nash plays hero and Cecile gets Vertigo.

134, Written by: Sam Chalsen, Lauren Certo, Directed by: Alexandra LaRoche

245. Monster (The Flash 3x5)

The One in which: Barry tries to make Julian like him while Caitlin tries to make her mother treat her like a daughter.

51, Written by: Zack Stentz, Directed by: C. Kim Miles

244. Ship Broken (Legends of Tomorrow 5x10)

The One in which: Gary’s dog turns out to be a hellhound while Mick celebrates the „Take your daughter to work“-Day.

78, Written by: James Eagan, Mark Bruner, Directed by: Andi Armaganian

243. Welcome to the Jungle (Legends of Tomorrow 3x7)

The One in which: The Legends meet Micks’s father and Gorilla Grodd in Vietnam.

40, Written by: Ray Utarnachitt, Tyron B. Carter, Directed by: Mairzee Almas

242. Nip/Stuck (Legends of Tomorrow 4x14)

The One in which: Gary takes over the Bureau while the Waverider gets buried under an avalanche.

65, Written by: Ray Utarnachitt, Matthew Maala, Directed by: David Geddes

241. Bratva (Arrow 5x12)

The One in which: Oliver and Anatoly reunite while Rory makes the ulitamte sacrifice.

104, Written by: Oscar Balderrama, Emilio Ortega Aldrich, Directed by: Ben Bray

240. Terms of Service (Legends of Tomorrow 4x15)

The One in which: Gary wants to be a cool kid while Neron releases an app.

66, Written by: Grainne Godfree, Ubah Mohamed, Dircted by: April Mullen

239. Distant Sun (Supergirl 2x17)

The One in which: Kara learns that Rhea is bad in-law.

37, Written by: Gabriel Llanas, Anna Musky-Goldwyn, Directed by: Kevin Smith

238. The Promise(Arrow 2x15)

The One in which: Slade learns the truth and makes a promise.

38, Written by: Jake Coburn, Ben Sokowoski, Directed by: Glen Winter

237. Power Outage (The Flash 1x7)

The One in which: Barry looses his speed and there is a hostage situation.

7, Written by: Grainne Godfree, Alison Schapker, Directed by: Larry Shaw

236. Code of Silence (Arrow 4x14)

The One in which: HIVE makes a move and Donna gets invested into a wedding.

83, Written by: Wendy Mercile, Oscar Balderrama, Directed by: James Bamford

235. Return of the Mack (Legends of Tomorrow 3x5)

The One in which: Rip plays Detective and Nate Vampire Bait.

38, Written by: Grainne Godfree, Morgan Faus, Directed by: Alexandra LaRoche

234. Egg MacGuffin (Legends of Tomorrow 4x13)

The One in which: Ray does not feel groovey while Nate and Zari go after an egg.

64, Written by: James Eagan, Tyron B. Carter, Directed by: Chris Tammaro

233. Second Chances (Arrow 5x11)

The One in which: Tina Boland enters the scene.

103, Written by: Speed Weed, Sarah Tarkoff, Directed by: Mark Bunting

232. Hell No, Dolly (Legends of Tomorrow 4x7)

The One in which: There is a possesed doll and John and Charlie are up to no good.

58, Written by: Grainne Godfree, Morgan Faust, Directed by: April Mullen

231. Summer School Chapter 9 (Stargirl 2x9)

The One in which: Dark secrets come to light and ghosts to visit.

22, Written by: Alfredo Septien,  Turi Meyer, Directed by: Andi Armaganian

230. Exodus (Supergirl 2x15)

The One in which:Alex almost takes a trip to space and Mon-El tells Kara to just blob it.

35, Written by: Paula Yoo, Eric Carrasco, Directed by: Michael Allowitz

229. Streets of Fire (Arrow 2x22)

The One in which: Laurels shoots an arrow and Thea meets her father.

45, Written by: Jake Coburn, Ben Sokolowski, Directed by: Nick Copus

228. The Trap (The Flash 1x20)

The One in which: Team Flash is after their leader and Eddie wants to propose.

20, Written by: Alison Schapker, Brooke Elkmeier, Directed by: Steve Shill

227. There Will be Blood (The Flash 6x4)

The One in which: Barry wants to save Ramsey, Cisco wants to save Barry and Ramsey decides to save himself.

118, Written by: Lauren Certo, Sterling Gates, Directed by: Marcus Stokes

226. Leap of Faith (Arrow 8x3)

The One in which: Ollie and Thea have an adventure and Dig and Lyle give a new meaning to date night.

163, Written by: Emilio Ortega Aldrich, Elizabeth Kim, Directed by: Katie Cassidy

[abominable-space-they]

A Clown Car Named Desire

Ch 2: Clowning the Queen of Hearts & Other Completely Reasonable Amusements

Buggy/Mihawk Loguetown fAU

End game OT3 Buggy/Mihawk/Shanks

...

Buggy looked him up and down, evaluating their spur of the moment disguise.

"Your name's Ford Falcon. You're not a master swordsman, but you wanna be. You're a wanna be, got it? Mihawk is your hero. Someday you'll beat him and be the greatest. Yada yada yada. Gimme a second."

With that Buggy pushed himself away from the wall again, stumbled backwards like he'd been pushed and crashed loudly into the bar, hiss yelling in a way that both carried through the whole bar and sounded like he was trying to be quiet.

"Aw pretty baby, don't be mad. He didn't mean anything. Come on now, you know old Buggy'll do right by ya... Why ya gotta hurt my feelings like that baby? FiNe, you don't wanna play? I'll find some new star quality entrainment"

Saluting in mock anger, Buggy turned on his heel and made a show of looking at everyone in the bar. His eyes settled on his mark, a nondescript man in a slouchy hat and mirrored sunglasses trying very hard to not be seen. The man, a low level no name mercenary by the looks of him, flinched when he noticed Buggy's calculated wolfish smile. Hands out in a grand display of faux apology, Buggy sauntered over to the man and his lonely table.

"Johnny Baby, how the hell are ya? What the hell baby? You think you can wine me and dine me, talk auditions and never even give me a call back? A Clown could get a complex-"

He stumbled as he reached the man's table, falling in a pile of uncoordinated limbs directly on the man's face. The force of the collision knocked maybe Johnny's hat and glasses completely off. They hit the floor with a muffled clatter

There was noisy chaos as Buggy extracted himself from the man who was mauve with embarrassed indignation.

"Who-? What?! My name's not Johnny. We didn't-! I don't know you!"

Buggy put himself back together, sneering his perfectly portrayed drunk annoyance.

"Oh that's how you wanna play it huh? You don't know Buggy the Clown, Clown Prince of the East Blue? You DON'T KNOW ME?!"

More on Ao3...

[faejilly]

writing patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @junemermaid, no-pressure tagging anyone who would like, because I have no idea who's seen and either done or passed on this one lately. PLEASE PLEASE DO IT AND BLAME ME IF YOU HAVE EVEN THE SLIGHTEST INCLINATION, I love seeing these things, I'm just brain-dead re: tagging today. 💙

1. Vakarian makes Shepard feel old.

Chicory, Mass Effect, Weaver Shepard, not on AO3 yet because I'm trying to turn it into a series of first/early impressions of the ME1 crew from Shepard's perspective. But then I've done Kaidan's first impression of Shepard already, so I can't decide if I should do her version of that or figure out another one. But also should I add Joker? I should always add Joker. But then in what order? (You can see the overthinking process here, can't you?) SOMEDAY I WILL WRITE WEAVER & TALI AND IT WILL BE DELIGHTFUL. She adores Tali. But also wishes to keep her safely in engineering 99% of the time. BUT ALSO...

anyway. back to sentences. ->

2. Emmett had known that he would see her.

Almond Blossoms, 7kpp, Emmett/Sheltered Princess & a lot of chaperone POV's. Also I posted that in September last year so this is clearly going to be a little depressing in terms of my ongoing 'am I a writer anymore?' existential crisis

3. “Don’t move.”

Never Again, Shadowhunters, Malec, sort of omegaverse, sort of weird magic bonds, a very belated prompt fill from the @knotinmyname anti-ai-scraping event.

4. The Matchmaker may have announced them, they may consider themselves engaged, this might be exactly what they should be doing as these connections are exactly what the Summit claims to be for… but Nathalie’s a 'known’ seductress and suspected murderer, but Clarmont’s only 'allowed’ here for the Royal Family to keep an eye on him, to make sure he knows how generous they are being with their mercy.

Relief, 7kpp, Clarmont/Ambitious Widow (Revaire feels!). Yes, that is just one sentence. Yes, I did that on purpose. No, I probably shouldn't have, but idc. 😅

5. Alec hasn’t even been Marked, still technically a fledgling rather than a Shadowhunter, when he learns that most nephilim can’t hear their weapons sing.

untitled eldritch angel powers prequel, Shadowhunters, Alec Lightwood & Politics is my jam, even when he's like 10 or something. As is weird magic and angel lore that I get to make up! Not on ao3 because I think it's going to be in a bigger thing, but I haven't actually done it yet, but I also get really tired of trying to rearrange my AO3 stuff because then I lose links and comments and brain power that should have been used for maybe writing something again some day.

6. All the dealers know Magnus’ name.

Fluff for @foodsies4me! Malec Auctioneer AU on the floor because it made me smile. (I used to be an auction block clerk.)

7. A familiar flare lit up his apothecary, and Magnus reached out to catch the fire message.

working title is 'wtf the clave is competent' and this is another playing-with-lore Shadowhunters prequel (that will eventually be Malec) started off via a Tangential Tuesdays prompt (which is a thing I would like to properly do again, but I keep not writing which makes it tricky)

8. An Omega heir to two old bloodlines in line for a Headship was something the Nephilim hadn’t seen in almost a century, and ought to have been prestigious enough for Alec to have chosen any path or mate he wanted. [x]

9. That was Magnus. [x]

These are both omegaverse prompts for the aforementioned anti-ai event and actually posted on time last June. Both Shadowhunters and Malec and just little bits and pieces of almost things. And fun on their own, imo, but. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. Cullen thought he’d gotten used to seeing this new Hawke in Haven.

Gladiolus, Cullen/Hawke, Dragon Age: Inquisition (Hawke as Inquisitor). Another prompt fill, a ficlet for a collection I have on AO3; its continuing existence is almost entirely @jadesabre301's fault.

Well, picking chapters and scenes posted on tumblr rather than my ao3 was probably good for my sanity, since my ao3 is a bit of a mess.

I seem to start with very declarative sentences this past year or so: we are here and this is what we're dealing with. Which is not... how I have previously concluded this meme, but I'm not sure that it's really any different than usual, just more obvious. It's a habit developed, I think, in writing relatively short-fic and also playing with lore or setting, because I very much need to set up my framework if I want anyone else to follow it.

I definitely should try and play some ME and/or watch some Shadowhunters and clean up some of the bits that I would really really like to have as finished stories though. This has successfully reminded me that I do, in fact, usually like writing and still think like a writer, so that's probably good!

/thank you june 🥰

[purplebass]

Three Years and Counting - Lucie and Jesse

My entry for @ghostwriterfest <3 Set a few years after canon. Lucie and Jesse go on a date to celebrate their relationship milestone and remember the first time they kissed. Mostly fluff, but with a little hurt/comfort. Rating: T Read on A03 💜

Lucie fixed her hat one last time and took her bag from the desk, before storming out of her room, the sound of her heels echoing on the limestone floor. She was excited and probably late. As she walked briskly to the stairs leading to the main entrance, she couldn’t help but smile. She knew he was already waiting by the door by now, citing the excuse that it didn’t take long for him to get ready to go out, unlike her. But she knew he was just as thrilled to be alone with her as she was.

She knew she was right when reached the staircase, and saw him from the gallery above. He had his back to her, and he was talking to her brother. Lucie wasn’t sure when James had arrived. He probably needed to talk to their father, but she wasn’t sure. However, she did not care. She began descending the stairs, and that was when Jesse finally turned, interrupting whatever he was saying to James. Their eyes met, and he grinned at her. Lucie exchanged the grin, and she didn’t stop glancing at her boyfriend until she was next to him. She loved him so much, and she knew he loved her too. “Hello, James,” she chirped. “Are you going out, Lucie?” James asked. “Jesse was just telling me about it.” “Yes,” she answered, grabbing Jesse’s hand. “We are going on a date. We’ll get home late.” “I never asked,” her brother shrugged. “I will tell papa when I see him. I needed to talk to him about next week’s dinner at Cirenworth with Cordelia’s mother.” “Okay, you go on. Say hi to Daisy from me.” James nodded and said goodbye, leaving them alone in the foyer. 

Every year, around the end of November, they had a special date night at the Shadow Market to celebrate the first time they had kissed. They had talked about it, and they both considered that moment to mark the beginning of their relationship. This year, they didn't have much luck with the weather. At least, rain and wind had quieted for that day, thus they took on the chance before the clouds would make it impossible to stroll around London without soaking their clothes. “Were you waiting for a long time?” Lucie asked Jesse. “A half an hour.” he replied with a playful grin. “You’re awfully slow at getting ready.” 

“Oh,” Lucie huffed. “I’m sorry. I got carried away when I had to decide which dress to wear. I wanted the blue one, but then I opted for the emerald green.”

“Green, huh? You’re wearing so much of that as of late.”

Lucie blushed, and gazed up at him. “You’ve noticed,” she replied. “I thought it wouldn’t suit me, but I’ve noticed that it brightens the color of my eyes.” And it’s also the color of your eyes, she wanted to add, but he wasn’t stupid. He probably knew it, she hoped. They had left the Institute behind and were directed to Southwark. It was a warm evening for November standards, and it wasn’t raining, thus they decided to reach their destination on foot. 

“It does indeed,” Jesse nodded. “But then again, I am biased when it comes to you.” She squeezed his hand, feeling even warmer than before. “You are such a doting boyfriend, and I love you for that. Among other things I like about you, of course.” “And here I thought you only wanted to be with me because I am utterly handsome and apparently, also filthy rich.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jesse Blackthorn,” she rolled her eyes at him and bumped his arm with her shoulder. “I only want to be with you because you’re the only one who puts up with my writing,” she joked.

“That’s not true,” he retorted. “Your brother and Cordelia might have stopped giving you feedback because they have been traveling a lot, but your mother and I still read your stories.”

Lucie frowned, but still smiled. “Mam stopped giving me feedback a while ago,” she confessed. “But it’s my fault. You read my most recent writing, you saw how it got more –” “Personal? Yes, I figured it out,” he offered her a smile. “And you didn’t say anything,” she sighed. “Why?” “Well, admittedly, I didn’t catch all the personal references because I know you didn’t just write about you and me,” Jesse explained. “It’s not like when you wrote about Lord Jethro turning into a ghost and I felt a tad offended – maybe too offended,” he chuckled, “because I thought you were humoring me. But that was a clear reference and I was frustrated that I couldn’t really be with you because of the state I was in. Writing is a mix of real and invented, and sometimes, people see themselves in fiction, because fiction borrows from real life.”

“You are not wrong about this,” she said. “The problem is not that, though. I don’t mind my mother or my friends reading stories that they might have inspired. What scares me is being seen. Being known for real. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but even I have things I do not want to share with the world. And I’m afraid they won’t like it.”

“It seems fair,” he conceded as they arrived at their destination. The Shadow Market under London Bridge brimmed with downworlders, and it was a spectacle to see. “That was also the first thing that shocked me when I first met you. Being seen. It was at the same time thrilling and terrifying.” “Because I was the only stranger who could see you?” Jesse squeezed her hand this time, and she caught a shy smile on his face, but he was looking straight ahead. Lucie noticed the faerie stall with magic potions. They were so colorful. “More or less, yes. You weren't a stranger properly because I used to spy on your family a lot,” he said. “I couldn't believe I could talk to you. You were the first older person I could ever talk to who wasn’t dead, and I didn't know if I could handle it.”

“Can I ask why?”

“You really don't know?” He wondered. “You were intimidating, Lucie.”

She giggled. “Bizarre to find out after years that I scared you when we first met. Perhaps I was uglier than I thought.”

“Yes, you were so ugly, you scared me to death,” he chuckled. “No, wait. I was already dead.”

“Are you dead serious?” They exchanged a glance and laughed together. This was one thing she liked about being with Jesse. She could joke with him and he would humor her back. It was comforting being silly with someone.

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Perhaps I’m with you just because of your connections, Lucie. Have you ever thought about that?”

She rolled her eyes. “We are here,” she called, and tried to drag him to the spot they both remembered well. “Over there,” she added, hoping he had heard her over the noise. The crowd in this area of the Market was thick, and it made it impossible for them to walk side by side. Lucie tightened the hold on Jesse’s hand and led the way. She had noticed a spot with no stalls right under the bridge where the train passed overhead, and she meant to take him there, where they could stop and enjoy each other’s company in peace. Lucie saw two vampires discussing with a faerie who didn’t want to lower the price of some concoction. This probably distracted her, because when she turned towards the path out of the crowded street, someone almost crashed into her. “Apologies, sweet lady,” the man said, his voice eerie. He was dressed as a clown, and she was startled for a second. Not because of his clothes, but because she hadn’t seen him coming. She sighed, but still replied: “no problem,” but he had already left. She turned to Jesse to check on him. He tightened his grip on her hand, and she assumed he had been equally surprised by the clown barreling into them. She frowned when she saw him. He was paler than usual, and even in the dim lights of the Shadow Market, she could see that there was something wrong with him. A drop of sweat fell on the side of his face, and that alarmed her. It was too cold for him to be sweating, unless –

They were almost out of the crowded street, and she could see a way out. She pulled him into the empty space she had eyed before and he followed her without uttering a word. She heaved a sigh once they were out of the grasp of the crowd, and eased him to lean his back on the stone wall.

“Jesse,” she muttered, alarmed, cradling his face in her hands. His breath was labored, and this worried her even more. She thought someone in the crowd might have hurt him. “What –” she began, but he put his hand over hers and she squeezed it. It was icy cold, and it trembled in hers. She caressed his cheek and he glanced at her with a frightened look. “You are safe. No one is going to hurt you here. I will protect you.” It wasn’t a lie. Lucie wasn’t that tall, but she could fight, if she needed to. She didn’t think she would need to fend off any demons, aside from the ones from a past she wasn’t aware of. She asked him to breathe in and breathe out, remembering another episode in the past where he had a similar reaction, until color returned to Jesse’s cheeks and he wasn’t gasping anymore. 

He offered her a weak smile, and held on her hip for balance. It was enough for her, who could only sigh. “The one who bumped into you,” he said at last, “it was a clown.”

It was Lucie’s turn to gasp now. How could she forget? “I’m sorry, Jesse. I should’ve seen him coming.”

“He came out of nowhere, you could not,” he quickly replied. “It’s fine now, I just needed to take a breath. Thank you for taking me here.” She nodded and bit her lip, not letting go of his hand. “Are you okay?” “Yes, way better,” he assured her. “At last, we are where we intended to arrive.” “Was this the spot?” Lucie wondered, and frowned at the noise of the train passing nearby. “I wish the market wasn’t so crowded. I could have run after that clown and hit him with my hat.” “It wasn’t worth it,” he shook his head. “We can leave if you want, but I’d rather not. We have a tradition to uphold.” It had turned into a tradition to have a date at the Shadow Market, and they made it there despite the last unwanted encounter. 

“Are you sure?” she asked again, but she could see that he was better. “Then let’s make the best of it.”

She knew what came next, and put her arms around him. Jesse carried her face in his hands and she tipped her chin up so he could have easy access to her lips. This wasn’t like the first time. Their first kiss had been urgent, because they were both afraid it could’ve been their last, and they had wanted to savor it until the end. But it had also been shy, because neither of them had known how to do it properly. Later, they had confessed to each other that it had been their first kiss, and Lucie couldn’t have been happier. They were going to be each other’s firsts in so many things, and this made their relationship even more meaningful to them. This kiss held the passion and love they felt for each other but it was not rushed. They knew they had all the time in the world, and they kissed each other until their lips were swollen and sore, and their cheeks had turned red because of the heat. “Three years and counting?” she wondered, out of breath, a hint of a smile on her lips. “Here’s to many more,” he answered, and he sealed their anniversary and their promise of love with another kiss.

*

Thanks for reading <3 I wanted to write this for a long time, and I saw a post where I was reminded that in CoT Jesse says that he is scared of clowns and of stripes. I wanted this to go differently and include this bit too, but this week was too hectic and I had a hard time finding the will to write and to get inspired. This fic meant to be fluffy and soft, despite the hurt/comfort. I love when the fmc comforts the mc, and I have one more fic where Lucie takes care of Jesse. I will probably post it sooner or later. For the moment, you enjoyed this. <3

[breadvidence]

At the end of the first part, I'm not sure I know what '72 is trying to accomplish. Politics, sure. For every actor to have their chance to shout a line, for sure. It feels as if I've watched four different shows, of four different qualities, two of them quite good, one mediocre, and one bad. Many thoughts, moving in reverse:

The Gorbeau ambush occupies the last third (I would mark the start just after 1:15:00 [when the Thénardier girls drop their father's beggar's letters in the street, which are then retrieved by Marius], and the run time is almost two hours). Thénardier occupies center screen for a high percentage of this forty-five minutes—I'd argue he's the main character for this time, though the show tries to split its attention between him and Marius. He's erratic, raving, furious, violent. He's very broken in this iteration of the character, and while it is difficult to call him pitiful—he's too much of a threat—he's distinctly and peculiarly sympathetic in a manner that I don't read in the book and haven't seen in other adaptations. He's too fucked-up to be playing a game when he speaks of suicide and the unfairness of the world; his imprecations against society are not ploys to garner attention but a real expression of pain. "Sympathetic" not here at all synonymous with "likable", to be clear; again: he's a threat. A villain. Abusive. Only, the watcher is forced to ask: why?

Alain Mottet's delivery of the line "Oh! je mangerais le monde!" is as close to understated as he's capable of acting, flat and bitter, and quite effective. It is contrasted against the letter he is writing, from which he reads aloud a line pulled from III.VIII.III, "La vertu de la clémence et pitié est celle qui unit plus étroitement la société"—the intent and tone are different (and more comedic) in the novel, but here you get the sense of a man who is debasing himself before others to be allowed a place in a society he'd rather chew to pieces. Solid.

"Voulez-vous mon chapeau?" and Javert's good mood hits a different note—the show has been so goddamn grim for forty minutes that the abrupt tone shift grates, and seems cruel. Which I'm fine with, as an effect. It's unfortunate that Bernard Fresson is a little dead behind the eyes and plays a bland Javert, or in any case seems bland in comparison to a very emotive cast, and doesn't carry the scene well.

Speaking of emotive, holy shit, Hermine Karagheuz, what're you doing? Move aside, Suzanne Nivette, here's a feral Éponine. It's too pitchy of a performance for me to find it effective per se, though I'm not sure how much of this is acting conventions in '70s France.

Before we shift gears into the Gorbeau ambush, Marius sulks out of the Musain; he meets Enjolras on the stairs, and while we only see Jean-Luc Boutté in profile he's got an open, pleasant expression on, he's looking at a real bro, his "You are leaving?" is disappointed, his "When will we see you again?" hopeful. Cracked my shit up. Enjolras, why do you like this guy so much?

With apologies to fans of this adaptation, the entire flashback sequence is godawful. Occupying about thirty minutes starting at the ~50 minute mark, we do a speed run through Jean Valjean's bread theft, sentencing, escapes, encounter with Myriel, success as Madeleine, interference in Fantine's arrest—we're only at the ten minute mark, hang on to your hat—a combined punish me m. le maire/"Une tempête sous un crâne"/courtroom self-denunciation that all occurs as a continuous sequence in a cobbled street with a black backdrop—finally meeting Cosette, and fleeing into the convent. A narrator connects the narrative dots for us. Choices have been made.

Georges Géret plays an interesting Jean Valjean: expressive, desperate, sweaty from arrest to his encounter with Myriel and during the turmoil of the Champmathieu sequence (inasmuch as that exists here), self-possessed when confronting Javert over Fantine and saving Cosette from the wood, then utterly dead as Ultime Fauchelevent. I know he's capable of turning a facial expression, so this is deliberate. The tenderness I expect from his relationship with Cosette is utterly lacking, there are no smiles between them, no gentle touch. The impression becomes that of a sexless Bluebeard—I believe that this is, as the narrator tells us, a virginal relationship, but I don't buy it as love. Interestingly we get a quote here all the way from IV.XV.I, "il aimait Cosette comme sa fille, et il l'aimait comme sa mère, et il l'aimait comme sa sœur; et, comme il n'avait jamais eu ni amante ni épouse, comme la nature est un créancier qui n'accepte aucun protêt, ce sentiment-là aussi" etc.; I personally think this is a key to their relationship and tip my hat to the adaptation for pulling it, but the repetition of aimait, aimait, aimait—well, you're telling me about it, but I don't see it.

I enjoyed all the Amis sequences—they're charming, they're fun, the contrast with Marius' grim boy sulk is comedic. Also, Jean-Luc Boutté is no Thetis, but those eyes and lips make him a more suitable Enjolras than some, eh?

Combeferre's "être libre" is delivered with zero mercy, but in his defense, Marius shouted in his face.

Shoutout to Lucien Nat as a solid Gillenormand, or "Gillenarmand" per the credits. His behavior is per the Brick, and where the novel softens his abusiveness by describing unexpressed love for Marius, the narrator of '72 does not chime in, and we are left with what we see. BBC 2018 and '25 chose to alter Gillenormand's behavior to reflect his interior state, which I think is a fair choice, but I prefer '72 on this. Marius' temperament, his explosiveness and depression, are a logical result of being raised by this man. In a way the grimness of this Gillen(o/a)rmand echoes the utter grimness of the '72 Thénardier.

The first ten minutes or so gave me an entirely skewed idea of where this show was going. We begin in IV.I.V—revolution! And we move right into the Amis at their most political, sending out feelers for support, Enjolras fanning the flame of unrest. I was confused, but on board. What happened, '72?

Obviously I'm invested and engaged—I wouldn't have taken the time to write so much if I weren't—but this is a wildly uneven adaptation. I'm quite anxious to continue on to part II and see what weird fuckin' choices are upcoming.

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Chapter 10 – Tomes and Tribulations

“You should smile more often, it’ll help bring a shine to those pretty eyes.”

My hands stopped mid-brush through fiery locks as I gazed back at the smiling face through the mirror, the open trust in those deep blue irises made my heart ache.

“The only one who needs to be pretty between the two of us is you, my lady.” A most improper snort was what I got for my remark, as I now started braiding her hair.

“How many times have I told you to just refer to me by my name, Beatrice?”

“Alright then, if you insist, then it’s time for bed Cassidy.” I held back the bubble of laughter that threatened to spill from me as Cassidy stood up with an indignant huff, the pout that soon showed on her face failing to make her anymore intimidating.

“Now, using my name to order me around is just not fair!”

“To be fair, Cassidy, it’s to lighten those dark circles under your eyes you’ve been complaining about these days.”

“That’s something that might take a while, but at least I’ve accomplished in lightening up your mood for now instead.” It was only then did I notice that I was smiling back at her as Cassidy beamed back at me, reaching out to hold my hands in her softer ones, “Out of all the other girls they could have assigned to care for me, I’m glad it’s you Beatrice.”

“I don’t think there’s any point in you practicing with that particular sword anymore.”

The cool sweat that covered me seemed to numb my aching limbs upon hearing the snide remark, slowly lowering the weapon I was holding against the training dummy, “Cecilia, it’s been a while.”

“You, will address me as Sister Cecilia— and most likely in a few months as Joan. Tell me, was it really worth it to throw away your esteemed rank in the Sisterhood just for that runaway, hm?”

Bristling, I kept my voice even, “We both know Ophelia’s body showed marks of abuse, she wasn’t trying to run away, she was ambushed. There’s someone picking off our girls here in Dover and that perpetrator is still out there!”

“Your partner just wasn’t prepared for the world out there, and she sold herself until she was no longer useful.” She’d scoffed at me, taking advantage of my emotional state as Cecilia swiped my sword from me, “Much like how you were only favored when your grand-aunt was alive.”

The tip of my blade she now raised was cool against my neck, I could only gaze back at her in contained contempt as I let her continue her tirade, “But the new Mother Superior was right in demoting you to a mere handmaiden now. In a few months time, you might as well contribute to our convent earning a pretty penny once you’re married off to whichever hapless fool who wouldn’t care about your upbringing— fatherless, born out of wedlock— AHH!!”

Cecilia’s shocked screech echoed around the convent’s open courtyard as she now stood drenched – the white of her veil clinging to blonde wisps of hair. My gaze then focused on the perpetrator as Cassidy dropped a wooden bucket to the cobblestoned floor, “You take that back!” She’d demanded indignantly, in all her fiery elegance.

“Why you little—!”

My body moved on its own, grasping Cecilia’s elbow just as she charged towards Cassidy, my leg hooking behind hers to make her fall to the ground. The smooth hilt of my sword now a familiar comfort back in my hand, yet it felt wrong as I pointed the gleaming tip of it at Cecilia’s vulnerable neck.

“You mustn’t forget our oath, Cecilia. We show mercy to others who don’t find it outside these walls.”

I plunged the sword beside where her head lay to put an end to this petty argument— there was no point in hanging onto sentimentality when it would only cause further strife in the Sisterhood—

“What is this commotion about?!”

Stepping in front of Cassidy to shield her from Mother Superior’s wrath, I felt her dainty hands clench onto one of my own from behind, they were shaking as I quietly observed Cecilia now slowly stand up— her contained look of contempt not directed at me but to my charge.

“It was my fault, Mother Superior.” A heavy pause surrounded the courtyard as the older woman’s gaze settled on me, “Sister Cecilia pointed out that I should no longer be in possession of the St. Catherin but knowing that it was bestowed to me by my grand-aunt— the late Mother Superior— well I… let my emotions get the better of me.”

“Well, indeed…” I felt Cecilia’s gaze now focused on me, but I spared her no glance as Mother Superior came to a decision, “I will have the Sword of St. Catherin confiscated from your care and will entrust it to Sister Cecilia until further notice, and as for your punishment for displaying such uncouth behavior— especially in the presence of your charge…”

The soft sob that came from behind me had me squeezing Cassidy’s now cold hands, silently urging her to keep quiet, if just this once—

“I understand, Mother Superior. I’ll take responsibility for my momentary lost in judgement.”

Gingerly, I sat on my bed— my arms now felt like they were burning from being outstretched out in the cool night air for long, though my knees weren’t any better as I was made to kneel on pebbled ground, all while balancing a dozen Bibles— 6 on each arm— for my punishment this late afternoon. Fortunately, I still had time to prepare my charge for bed.

Taking a steadying breath, I prepared to stand when the adjoining door that connected my room to Cassidy’s slowly opened and in she entered as she precariously balanced a tray with both hands, making me hiss at her in alarm, “Cassidy! What in heaven’s name—"

“You missed dinner.” She’d said resolutely, successfully managing to place the tray on my bedside table before she was urging me to lean back on my bed, “Let me take care of you, just this once.” She left no room for arguments as she held the spoon of what looked to be potato chowder near my lips, and so I complied, sure that the warmth I felt seeping through my chest wasn’t just because of the hearty soup.

It wasn’t until after Cassidy had also assisted in putting salve on my bruises as she helped me to bed did I grasp her slightly shaking hands in mine, “You have nothing to worry about, you’re still a daughter of a viscount, Cassidy. They wouldn’t dare harm a single strand on your hair.

“Still… When I leave this place, I want you to come with me, Beatrice.” The pleading look she gave me then still caused my heart to ache in guilt.

“Is this what you actually meant when you spoke about leaving this place?” I asked almost incredulously, though Cassidy’s sitting form had yet to meet my gaze, “A year. You were supposed to be under my protection for a year now and I am only finding out about… this???” I gestured at the secret correspondences she’d just now divulged to me as I stood to pace in the privacy of her room.

“His name is Seamus Eagan, he’s the reason why my father sent me here in the first place.” Cassidy now started speaking quietly, “Once I turn 16 in a month’s time, the viscount will marry me off me to one of his associates, despite just being a result from an affair, he still sees me as a pawn to widen his own social standing—  Please Beatrice, please understand…”

I couldn’t bear to watch the silent tears streaking down her face, focusing instead on her hands that were gently placed over her lower abdomen, “And since when was your… condition?”

“Sometime during May…”

Letting out a long breath, I tried to compose myself as I closed my eyes, my hands tugging at my braided hair while I racked my brain on what happened just over a month ago— The festival in town that Cassidy had wanted to sneak out to see, I lost sight of her then but— it doesn’t matter now, does it? This was still ultimately my fault.

“I plan to leave in a fortnight. I – just ought you to know so… you don’t have to put your own plans on hold for me…”

Taking a sharp intake of breath, I levelled Cassidy with a steady glance at what she just told me, the touch of betrayal I felt must have been evident on my face as she hurriedly reassured me, “I was never planning to tell anyone, Beatrice! You can trust me. It’s just that… I was hoping you’d leave with me – I’m certain Seamus can secure you a ticket to France after our wedding…”

She’d look up at me with such hope and vulnerability then as she worried her fingers into the lace of her day gown that I couldn’t help but grasp her hands in mine to still them, kneeling on the carpeted floor beside where she sat, surprising even myself at how my voice didn’t even quiver in reply, “As if I could even live with the thought of letting you go by yourself. You’re my charge, of course I’ll go with you.”

The embrace she’d wrapped me in thereafter had me feeling a weight being lifted off my shoulders as I let a smile grace my face. If this was the path laid out for me to dedicate hereon, then maybe France could wait, I now had no reason to feel guilty for myself.

“You’re not really going out there with just that, are you?”

I cursed under my breath, steadying Cassidy on her feet just as I assisted her off the stone ledge, before pulling her close to me as I glared up at the source of the voice.

“Cecilia.” Hoping I didn’t say out her name in spite, I felt Cassidy tense behind me as she anxiously grabbed my hand, now opting to calmy reason with her, “Please, let us go quietly—”

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to stop you from leaving, I just thought you’d might need this.”

Swiftly raising my arm to catch whatever it was she might have thrown; I was surprised to feel the familiar weight of a sheathed sword, its ivory smooth hilt enough to identify it as the St. Catherin. I made it obvious how I looked back at her warily then, wondering how this could even benefit Cecilia.

“Stealing from the convent? All the more reason to give the Sisterhood grounds not to accept you back.” The sickly-sweet smile she had initially cast me turned into a scathing look, “I wouldn’t be settling being second best to you anymore.”

I holstered my sword over a shoulder, making sure it was well-hidden beneath my cloak, accepting the fall Cecilia planned for me to take, “After all these years serving under St. Margaret’s… It wasn’t my intention to make you feel that way—”

“Pride is a deadly sin, Beatrice. It’d do you well to realize how you’re always trying to… compensate for something— much like what you’re doing right now.”

Cassidy had now started tugging at my arm just as Cecilia’s gaze settled on her with an unreadable expression. There was no more time to talk, nor ask any more questions. With a final glance at the place that housed me for nearly the past four years, I turned my back away— I would have spent my 15th there in a few days’ time.

The white cliffs behind us stood like sentinels that guarded any noise we made along the shingle beach’s coast, the bay water lapping on the shore was usually enough to clear my mind, but tonight I felt tense, mainly maintaining my focus on Cassidy as she nearly braced on her toes with unbridled excitement. I watched the rowboat coming towards us as I also carefully eyed the schooner it came from in the distance, the cloudy night sky concealed any hint of identification from its sails fluttering from the two masts—

“Seamus!” Cassidy had already leapt into the arms of this unknown man before I could instinctively pull her to a proper distance, instead eyeing the other two men that accompanied him in this retrieval.

“My sweet rose, fate has finally allowed us to be together. But here I thought you would be alone?”

He’d referred to my presence then as I also got a good look at him – a trader he was, from what Cassidy had said, encountering him only after a transaction with her father fell through – I frowned at the thought that he might as well have taken advantage of her, what with him being several ages older and the recent tryst he coaxed Cassidy into.

“I mentioned Beatrice to you before, haven’t I? Asked if you had any contacts that could help her in France.”

“Is that where she wants to go? Well, that can always be arranged.” He’d stepped away from Cassidy then, pebbles crunching under his boots as he neared me, “It’s a delight to finally put a face to a name.” He’d held a hand out in a gentleman’s greeting to which I hesitantly accepted.

The clouds parted then, enough to cast moonlight upon the coast as my eye caught the glint coming from his signet ring and I felt my hand freeze near his lips upon recognizing its symbol, realization hitting me like a cold wave at what he’d said next, “You’ll surely make for quite the bidding.”

As if on cue, one of his men grabbed me from behind, about to put a cloth over my mouth but I put him off balance by pushing my weight on him to lift both my legs, kicking the second man coming close straight to his chest. Hold on me loosening as we both hit the rocky shore, I was just about to rush towards Cassidy’s now confused screaming, when her lover used her against me.

“Not another step!” Cassidy’s screaming turned into a horrified sob as he held her close in front of him, a dagger pointed dangerously close to her belly.

Gritting my teeth, I barely had time to think of my next course of action before something had harshly hit my head and everything went dark.

Beatrice still felt a phantom throbbing in her head as she stumbled out of bed earlier that morning, deciding against drinking another batch of Wiggenweld as she’d done last night. She had hoped her suddenly vivid dreams could be easily washed away by cold water as she pulled away from the sink, jolting away from the ghostly form of the Grey Lady who just so happened to occupy the otherwise empty Girls’ Bathroom this early hour.

Despite the concept of seeing ghosts in the first place still being new to Beatrice, she managed a polite nod in greeting to her House Founder’s daughter, who in turn only stared at her with that same unnerving look she’d cast after the Sorting Ceremony before the Lady then drifted away. Beatrice shook her head to make sense of the day, firstly she had to talk to Professor Fig.

The castle was still in the process of waking up as Beatrice made her way over to the D.A.D.A. Tower, curfew had ended minutes ago yet it was still a bit early for breakfast. She let her footsteps echo on the marble floors as her troubled mind wandered, too preoccupied that she’d made a lapse in decorum when she’d accidentally just let herself into Professor Fig’s office, causing her to further pause at the door’s entryway upon hearing the matter being discussed.

“You cannot be serious. Goblins working with Rookwood? Makes no sense.”

Beatrice remembered this man to be one of the professors she’d spied at the Sorting Ceremony, though she had yet to attend whatever subject he was handling.

“It is – rather unorthodox, to say the least.”

“Unorthodox? It’s inconceivable. It’s –” The other professor paused, now aware of her presence as she tensed under his scrutiny, slightly wincing as another painful throb washed over her head, “— ah, Fig. You have a visitor. I’ll see what I can find out.” With a passing disgruntled sound, the professor made his way out, the limp on his steps not going unnoticed by Beatrice as she lowered her head apologetically for having interrupted whatever discussion he was having with her mentor.

Only after having made sure that the door had properly shut closed behind her did she venture further inside, Professor Fig greeting her with a smile, though she noted it to be a weary one. She supposed she could make her confession quick, “Sir – I was able to search the Restricted Section while you were with Professor Black. It was a book we were after.”

“What? That’s – wait. You accessed the Restricted Section? But how –?” Beatrice breathed in, quite prepared to explain herself when— “Thinking on it, perhaps it’s best you spare me the details.” The older man had sighed in resignation, as if having expected her to do just that in the first place.

A small smile graced her own lips as Beatrice let out a breath in relief, for a moment she’d expected to be grossly reprimanded, “Fair enough. In fact, the book was below the Restricted Section, as it appeared on the map.”

“I want to hear everything. First, let’s have a look!”

Though she’d cursed herself inwardly once they realized the mysterious book was missing some pages – sore and left in disbelief from the unexpected fight she faced in the Athenaeum, while also being racked with worry for Sebastian last night before restless sleep could consume her – it had completely slipped Beatrice’s mind to read any of the book’s contents.

She was also more than eager to recount the memories she’d seen from the Pensieve after, feeling less alone with the knowledge that there were others like her who possessed this form of Magic in the past, she’d very much like to learn how to safely hone this supposedly ancient ability.

“I’ll have to take this book with me to London. The Headmaster has insisted that I speak directly to the Minister about George’s death.”

“What will you tell them about Mr. Osric’s death?” Beatrice solemnly asked, the vicious dragon attack sure to be one that’ll haunt her memories, it was the first time she’d seen such a gruesome death up close.

“I don’t know how much I dare say. George tried to convince the Ministry about Ranrok – but to no avail.” She sensed a wave of barely contained grief, silently observing Fig shake his head as if in afterthought, “My instinct is to follow the path we are on for the moment and keep the details to ourselves until we know more.”

“I understand. I’ll see what I can learn about the missing pages while you’re gone. Also, professor, I’ve earned a few Galleons from… helping others here. If you could have this exchanged and sent to her care?” Beatrice procured the jangling pouch of coins which she’d placed on Fig’s table.

“What did I teach you about saving and spending your Galleons on yourself?” He’d given her a stern look but quickly sighed as his expression softened, “What happened to Cassidy after that incident wasn’t your fault, dear.” Beatrice looked down then, inhaling a shaky breath as she’d felt her throat tighten.

“I’ll drop by to check how she’s doing, but the rest of this I’ll be saving alongside what your Nana left you.” Fig raised an eyebrow as he pocketed the pouch, his warm smile expressing that he wasn’t the least bit cross with her, “You have enough pocket money with you on a trip to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“I do, sir. Please don’t worry about it.” Beatrice would rather not ask anything more from the kindly old man.

“Good. Don’t neglect your studies. Your wandwork is improving by the day, and even though your Flight class is moved to tomorrow due to Kogawa being at the Department of Magical Games and Sports – you’ll want to pay attention in Herbology and Potions. There’s more to magic than spell-casting.”

“Plenty to keep me occupied while you’re gone.”

“You’ve done exceptionally well. I look forward to seeing all that you’ve accomplished when I return on Saturday’s eve, at the most. Oh – and don’t neglect your friends. You may be surprised by how much you can learn from them as well.”

She bit her lip then in hesitance, since Fig had brought up the matter of friends – “There’s actually one last thing I wanted to ask before you leave, professor… As you know, I did request a friend’s assistance in guiding me through the Restricted Section and well… I got him in trouble, sir – I heard Scribner plan to tell the Headmaster…” Beatrice trailed off, not wanting to expect the worst for Sebastian.

“Surely he’ll only get detention but pulling Mr. Sallow out of such is like asking fire not to burn – although I guess with magic that could be remedied – much like Black owes me somewhat for going on this trip quite abruptly.”

“I – hadn’t even said who it was just yet?” She’d blinked at her mentor in surprise, only being met with a knowing smile in return.

“There’s been talk in the Faculty since last night on who would ever get into detention on their first week back in Hogwarts, and with an offense of sneaking into the library’s Restricted Section no less. I can’t say it took me by surprise, though knowing you were the one to initiate it due to my otherwise preoccupation, I can say I could pull a few strings to lighten his load, so to speak.” Fig gave her a conspiratorial wink which made Beatrice’s shoulders relax as she breathed out a sigh in relief.

“Charming young man, Mr. Sallow. Little mischievous, but a talented wizard nonetheless.” He’d added in afterthought as a quill and pad of paper magically appeared at his side as Fig stood to arrange his things, “Now due to the recent attack, the Ministry deemed it unwise to send a carriage for me, instead I actually have an appointment to a Portkey that will deliver me straight there, so I need to make this Letter of Excuse quick.”

Fig proceeded to mumble some words which the quill was quickly taking note of all whilst levitating some of his things into a single suitcase, “There, I never could find the time to arrange all the books here anyhow, the Madam will also surely agree to have those books stacked by the doorway be put away too. But since I won’t be here to supervise, I may need to assign a Prefect to oversee—”

“Would it be alright if I suggested someone in mind?” Beatrice interjected before she could think it through.

“Well, that’ll surely make it easier for me. I was worried for naught you’d adjust well in Hogwarts; seems like you’ve already made friends with a varied sort of capabilities in just your first week.”

She could only grin at her mentor sheepishly, watching as the quill signed with a flourish before the paper magically folded in on itself, whizzing pass under the door. Beatrice could only hope Sebastian found this to be a better form of detention.

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The Great Hall was slowly starting to fill with students and some professors alike, since Professor Fig had insisted he’d rather take the Portkey scheduled for him at Hogsmeade Station on a lighter stomach, they’d parted ways by the Floo Flame near his classroom entrance. This left Beatrice cradling her mug of hot cocoa as her eyes scanned the opposite Slytherin table, failing to spot a familiar mop of brown hair, she found it odd how considering there weren’t that many students present at the tables yet their whispers seemed to encapsulate the Hall—

“Don’t worry about Sallow getting in trouble because of you. That lad was born in detention.”

It was a good thing the marshmallows from her cocoa buoyed her morning as Beatrice stayed her tongue at what Duncan had implied as he passed by.

“Oh, bugger off Dunkein! You’re just all talk now with that—”

“Constance that’s enough, don’t let him get to you, honestly…” Samantha let out a sigh in exasperation as she took a seat beside Beatrice, pulling her other roommate down, “Poor ol’ Sebastian has detention again. Will he ever learn to stay out of the Restricted Section?”

“Sebastian is always testing the rules. It is no wonder he got detention.” Having caught the tail end of the topic, it was Amit who then spoke up, just arriving along with Everett and Andrew.

“Aaand rumour has it, Sebastian Sallow got detention for you, though I can’t believe he’d do that.” Constance paused in spreading jam on her toast as she felt all eyes on her when she looked up, “What? No offense Beatrice, but he just strikes me as someone who wouldn’t take the fall for free. There’s got to be something in it for him.”

“You wouldn’t know anything about Sebastian getting his first detention for the year, would you?” It was Everett’s question that had their tiny group quietly curious about her answer, that was until Andrew interjected, “Yes, awful luck about Sebastian but you’re one to talk about detention, Clopton. May I remind you about the first day of class we had with Kogawa?”

Despite looking like the perfect picture of nonchalance as he poured milk into his tea, there was a teasing undertone to Andrew’s words that immediately coaxed a reaction out of the other boy, “Ack! Don’t remind me! It was just that one time in our 1st year, it’s why I think she wouldn’t even let me pass from Flying Class altogether after all these years!”

“It’s really not so bad if you think about it. Gives me a good reason to practice flying more.”

“No offense Samantha, but you’re there because you want to overcome your fear of flying, but me? It’s keeping me from signing up for Ravenclaw’s Quidditch Team! I’m a wasted potential!”

“Say it louder for Astoria to hear, Clopton!” Constance goaded with a grin, raising her mug for emphasis.

Laughter and the added ruckus already distracted the rest of their tiny group and Beatrice couldn’t help but smile as she mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ at the blond sitting in front of her, to which Andrew winked back with a smile of his own.

It was throughout breakfast that Beatrice also learned that Hobhouse was distancing himself from the group now that he had “reason” to be brave on his own, going so far as to comment about Constance being a half-blood and even antagonize his roommates, Everett and Andrew.

Whilst the latter never really cared for such jabs, it did take him and Amit to keep Everett from causing more trouble, as Clopton wouldn’t stop at just playful pranks to show the other bespectacled boy a lesson for even thinking about throwing insults to the people he once considered to be his friends. Subconsciously, this also made Beatrice wonder what Hobhouse had to say about her own questionable lineage.

By the time they were off to their own respective morning schedules, Beatrice had pulled Andrew aside to confess that she may have unwittingly “volunteered” him for a task she hadn’t even asked his permission for.

“Oh, so that was why I got the notice from the madam. Thought for a moment it was some form of punishment for being known not to return her books on time.” He sighed in relief before rubbing a finger to his chin, now looking thoughtful, “This does give me an opportunity to check out what other books Fig has in his study; always did regret never taking up his subject past 1st year…”

“I’m really sorry for having acted too familiar with you these days, Andrew— and this shouldn’t make up for anything, but as promised, I’ve already cast a great Extension Charm on this robe of yours.”

She handed him back the school robe he’d most graciously offered her yesterday morning when they were out at the rooftop. He grinned brightly upon seeing it, quickly changing into the charmed robe, “You’ve made this at the perfect time! I’ve actually been working on one that could store a whole broom in it – for Quidditch practice – though speaking of, I heard Kogawa’s still at the Ministry today. I’m sure that’s not going to stop Clopton from getting some flying done, but where will you be at?”

Beatrice glanced back again inside the Great Hall in hopes to spot Sebastian, suddenly being conscious about her free morning period quickly gave her an idea as to where else he might be at, “I – actually might need to finish a task related to Professor Hecat’s class. I’ll see you around then?”

The way Andrew seemed to search her gaze then had her almost fidgeting, but she stubbornly kept her eyes on him, catching the tiny hint of a smile as if he knew what it was she was keeping from him, “Of course, as long as you try to avoid trouble as much as possible, Beatrice.”

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This was most troubling. Beatrice tightened the grip she had on her wand as she cast a second Protego just after the first one successfully deflected a Basic Cast, though she hadn’t dodged fast enough to avoid the third that came right after, alternating to her left hand as she shook off the numbness where it had hit her on her right arm.

Of course, she just had to try her luck in taking on four opponents on her own now, didn’t she? Natty was probably in class and Sebastian was still nowhere to be found, this left the rest of the members here to gang up on her instead.

She breathed a sigh of relief how Nellie graciously accepted defeat after her barrage of Basic Cast on the Gryffindor’s previously levitated form, before Beatrice made a quick glance at the other familiar face, one who Andrew introduced her to whilst she was enroute to Hogsmeade with Sebastian just the other day. Prewett was it? He looked to be second guessing his next set of spells at the moment.

But then again, this still left her with two other opponents, with the third Gryffindor going so much as to cast Confringo her way! She’d been reluctant to use Incendio all this while, but fire was better fought with its same destructive element, and now seemed like a perfect time than any to use the latest spell combination set she had just practiced.

Levioso took him off guard before Beatrice cast a quick Protego against the Hufflepuff girl’s attack, maintaining her focus on the Gryffindor as she followed with an Accio. His wide-eyed look of trepidation had her stepping back enough to cast a non-lethal jet of Incendio, making sure the boy wasn’t burning alive as he flayed about on the ground while Lucan called him off the round. That left two more.

Adrenaline had her feeling a familiar mounting sensation she’d come to associate with Ancient Magic since her fight in the Athenaeum, barely having enough time to keep it under control as Beatrice cast an Incendio against the Hufflepuff girl’s Protego at close range, the impact causing a rebound that made the other girl fall back onto the floor. This was proving to get dangerous…

Before she could reel in the Magic though, Beatrice failed to take into account her last opponent who took advantage of her distracted state, a Basic Cast to her leg had her close to falling forward but the surge of Ancient Magic caused her to instinctively summon a nearby wooden barrel and hurl it towards Prewett, instantaneously knocking him down on his back just as she landed on her numb leg.

There was a moment of hollowed silence before claps and whistles echoed through the Clock Tower whilst Beatrice all but dragged herself towards her fellow student to make certain she hadn’t inadvertently caused serious harm with her volatile magic, “Oh gods! Are you alright?” She’d asked, kneeling beside his prone but thankfully conscious form.

His gaze still looked wobbly as Prewett sat up all too suddenly, “That. Was absolutely brilliant!” Beatrice had to wonder how much sense she’d knocked out of him— “Using Levioso, Accio and Depulso like that in a fight – I’ll have to take note of that!”

Was that how it looked like? Admittedly, she had yet to learn the wand movement for casting the Banishing Charm so she had to be extra careful where to consciously use her Ancient Magic from here on, less it attract too much unwanted attention.

“What a victory! You’ve ranked the highest in the Initiate rounds!” Lucan exuberantly came rushing in followed by Nellie and the other Gryffindor boy.

“What’d I tell you, Northcott, she can’t be beat, can she?” Prewett still looked quite out of it as he was helped to his feet by the now named Gryffindor, “ Yes, yes. Lost to a new student. Hmph. I didn’t see that coming. Now off to the Hospital Wing with you.”

Beatrice couldn’t help but wince slightly upon hearing that, hoping she hadn’t truly left any lasting damage on a schoolmate, when Nellie offered her a hand, “Shame it’s over. I was just getting started. Do you feel like seeing the Nurse as well?”

Already feeling proper motion come back to her leg and arm, she shook her head, to which Nellie just shrugged and grinned, “Leander should have seen that coming, beating around the bush he was.”

“I’m just pleased to have done as well as I did.”

“And we’re pleased to have such a gracious champion. Now, to the victor goes the prize!” Nellie gave her a parting pat on the shoulder as Lucan fumbled with the rectangular box in his hands, “And so it is my great honour to present you with this simple yet elegant token of supreme duelling accomplishment. Think of it as a welcome gift, you know, from Professor Hecat.” Lucan all but whispered the last part as he cupped a hand to the side of his mouth in secrecy.

“Oh, thank you. It’s been an honour.” Beatrice raised her brows in intrigue, glimpsing the inside of the box to spot what looked to be an outfit before she stashed it away into her robe pockets, thinking to try it out sometime later, “Also Lucan, what you said about ‘ranking the highest’, surely Sebastian still holds that honour?”

“You earned it. You are a duellist to be reckoned with, and Sebastian seems to know that as well. Said he’d rather fight alongside you than against you in our Tournament of Champions next month, and since he was the one who vouched for your entry, Sebastian’s earned the option to have you as his duelling partner until the final rounds.”

Smart boy. Beatrice kept herself from sniggering most impolitely in front of Lucan who was all just explaining this matter-of-factly before the younger had produced a brass colored thin piece of foil in front of her, “Now about your wand, Beatrice— Is it made out of Aspen Wood?”

Lucan almost looked restless for her answer as she could only nod in affirmation, “I knew it!” He kept from cheering outright by covering it with a cough before composing himself, “If you could just do me the favor of placing your wand here perhaps?”

“Could this have anything to do with another one of your exclusively secret duelling clubs, Lucan?” Beatrice smiled, though hesitant in just placing her wand on just about anywhere.

“Not directly, no. But it might give us a chance to include a Hogwarts Champion in the Silver Spears.” She blinked, hoping the younger could elaborate more as he continued, “It’s a miracle how Professor Hecat never once gave me detention with the way I badgered her about this since being given responsibility of Crossed Wands. She implicitly gave me this only after the fact I mentioned it was you who wielded an Aspen wand. I don’t want to think it was because of House-bias though...”

Upon knowing her House Head was already made aware of whatever it is Lucan was planning, Beatrice could only watch in fascination as the foil glowed golden, encasing itself around her wand before an inscription of its making appeared on its surface. It was only after the piece of foil sealed itself into a dark blue envelope did she get her wand back, watching as the parchment zipped upwards into the Clock Tower.

“Could you tell me what that ceremony entailed which required me to join this… ‘Silver Spears’ was it?”

“That was a Wand Weigher – or a portable one, from what Professor Hecat said – and the Silver Spears is an infamous – if not almost legendary duelling club. But it has been awhile since they’ve accepted any members since being established back in the 18th century, until rumour has it that one came from Beauxbatons just two decades ago! That was the last anyone’s really talked about the club, but think about it Beatrice, if you get to join the Silver Spears, you could have me as your personal duelling coordinator and that would just be absolutely amazing, don’t you think so?”

“Of course, but we best not get ahead ourselves, Lucan.” Beatrice couldn’t help but catch the younger boy’s enthusiasm, not daring to point out that her rather ‘late’ start at magic might come into consideration.

“Well, I think it’s still worth a shot at glory. And, now that we’ve definitively crowned our ranking winner for the Initiate rounds in just the first week, I suppose I should get back to my school work until the next month.” Lucan’s expression suddenly turned to worry, “Wonder how my Herbology plants are doing. I haven’t tended them in ages.”

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Speaking of plants, Beatrice took into account her dwindling supply of Wiggenweld Potion she had on hand. She’d already come to rely on the bitter green liquid, what with the previous battles she had to undergo relating to Ancient Magic, and despite also being fortunate enough to supplement it with the random stock she found in the various chests she’d encountered, Beatrice felt it too risky to bet on luck alone.

First off, she needed a Potion Station to brew more Wiggenweld, yet she’d also need to start growing her own batch of Dittany Leaves too if it meant saving more on Galleons than just buying the ingredients, then that just left the other raw produce she needed… She’d read Horklump Juice tended to hide underground – in caves, maybe? She supposed there was finally reason for her to check out what the Forbidden Forest had to offer.

Beatrice snapped her Field Guide shut just as she’d quickly read up about the Greenhouse Tree, in awe of the eternal Spring the place seemed to be enchanted in as she walked closer towards the nearest Floo Flame that was indicated in her map, the whispers growing louder – had class already started??—

“What’s that smell? Is she growing Pungous Onion again?”

Her head tilted towards the familiar voice, she’d somehow come to associate it with the very boy she’d been hoping to find for the better part of the morning, and supposing they had the same classes so far, Beatrice thought it was best to assume she’d most likely encounter Sebastian in Herbology Class.

Despite that, Beatrice was also curious if there were any magical methods when it came to growing plants in the Wizarding community – she’d considered herself to be a passable gardener during her Horticulture classes back in the convent, managing to keep her greens alive and even producing a small batch of edible ones as well.

So it was with wide-eyed wonder that she took in the vibrancy of their Greenhouse classroom, following close behind who she recognized to be Lenora before it was her turn to reach into whatever it was their professor was handing out from the basket she held.

“Ah, hello!” A look of recognition immediately crossed her professor’s features before she was cheerfully introduced, “Class, please welcome the newest rose in our garden.”

She tried to relax her shoulders, suddenly feeling somewhat embarrassed at being called attention to as she swept a steady gaze over the faces of her classmates, only before meeting a familiar pair of brown ones who also had an almost cheeky smile on his face. Beatrice felt a flutter in her chest as she sheepishly returned his smile, she did owe Sebastian an apology and a proper explanation at this point.

“We do look forward to growing together.” Professor Garlick caught her attention then, nodding towards the only unoccupied gardening table beside Sebastian. He had his arms crossed now, accompanied by a teasing look in his eyes that matched his smile, Beatrice almost felt flustered under his gaze causing her to turn away from him to focus on their professor’s words – This was after all, technically both their first day in Herbology after having been exempted from their classes yesterday.

“The prudent Herbologist is no more afraid of the Venomous Tentacula than the Bouncing Bulb.” Professor Garlick said, gracefully throwing a carrot over the plant’s way as she passed by, the resulting crunch from its maw unconsciously made Beatrice step back in slacked-jawed wonder before turning to share a glance with the boy beside her, who in turn motioned towards the potted plant they each had on their tables. Curiously, the leaves seemed to quiver on their own despite the lack of wind inside the Greenhouse. 

“Now, then. Today we will be acquainting ourselves with the mellifluous tuber known as the Mandrake Root.”

Ah, the Crying plants. Beatrice remembered reading before term about their medicinal benefits despite their ironically fatal cries, though surely the latter part was made to be hyperbolic – how deadly could a plant’s scream be anyway?

“Let’s see if we can make our fibrous friends a bit more comfortable, shall we? First, let’s protect our ears.”

Beatrice surmised the ordinary looking cottons were enchanted somehow as she struggled to hear Professor Garlick’s next instructions, “Now, everyone grip their Mandrake by the tendrils and give it a firm tug.”

Hoping she wouldn’t pull just the leaves without the Mandrake itself, Beatrice also carefully watched Sebastian’s hand placement over his own pot before he tugged. The ensuing barrage of wails almost made her knees wobble as she tried to angle her head away from the mottled plant, quite sure she heard glass breaking in the distance.

“Quickly! Place your Mandrakes in the new pot and pat down the soil!”

Struggling to wrangle the writhing mass in her one arm as she pressed her other into her ear, Beatrice all but vehemently jabbed the plant into the bigger pot of soil, her ears still positively ringing as she buried it further, only stepping away from it with a sigh of relief when she was sure everything had gone quiet – or maybe she had gone deaf after all—

“The soil should envelop the root like a warm, dirty, blanket, putting the Mandrake right at ease.”

Breathing easier now as she watched the glass overhead be repaired with a simple Reparo, Beatrice took the cotton out of her ears as she saw Sebastian do the same, seeing him about to tell her something—

“I’m very sorry about that. Yours was a bit mature, I’m afraid.” Professor Garlick said as she passed between them, cradling the pot in her arms, “Splendid work, everyone. Now, for our next task, we’ll be planting Dittany at our potting tables. You can all get started – I need to have a brief word with our new student.”

Perking up at the mention of the ingredient she’d needed, Beatrice saw Sebastian nod and silently mouth ‘later’ at her as she followed after their Herbology professor.

“I should think Professor Garlick would be more careful with her Mandrakes.”

“Come now, Ominis. Think about how beneficial it’ll be if you’d nearly gone deaf, you won’t be bothered by my snores any longer.”

“And take away the joy of stuffing your face with a pillow every now and then? I think not, old friend.”

A smile found its way to Beatrice’s features as she couldn’t help but overhear the friends’ exchange, even catching Professor Garlick’s enthusiasm at guiding her on how to properly grow her first batch of the medicinal herb. She had to frown though at seeing how quickly the seedling had germinated – was it because of magic? Had she unwittingly cast Ancient Magic on it without knowing??

Panic had almost settled in her as Beatrice tilted her head, trying to catch any strange blue glow the plant might be emitting when – “Well done. Once it can be harvested, your Dittany will be ready to use in Wiggenweld Potion. I’ll let Professor Sharp tell you about that. Now, what say we branch out? Introduce you to a different sort of flora.”

Since Professor Garlick didn’t seem at all to be a bit perturbed by her plant’s growth, Beatrice could only nod along at the fast-paced lesson she was being introduced to.

“You’ll find that some plants are better suited to uses outside of a cauldron – like the Chinese Chomping Cabbage – they do get testy without something to chew. Fortunately, I have a dummy for them to gnaw on. Be a dear and let them have a good chomping.”

She blinked, not quite sure she’d heard right as all she could muster was, “Yes, Professor.” Hopefully Beatrice wouldn’t end up being the dummy the aforementioned chomping cabbages would gnaw on.

“They’re in the other Greenhouse. It’s just at the end of the footbridge leading out of this room. Your classmate, Mr. Prewett, has kindly offered to accompany you. Come back and see me when you’re finished. Oh, and – mind your fingers. They do bite.”

By the time Beatrice had tensely made her way up the steel stairs, she was greeted by the same boy she’d just sent to the Hospital Wing just earlier from their Crossed Wands match, “Hello! We meet again.”

“Prewett – how’s the head? No lasting damage, I hope?” She bit her lower lip anxiously, waiting for his reply as he rubbed at the back of his head.

“Please, just Leander is fine – and no worries, no harm done at all.” He gave her a sheepish grin to which she felt herself relax, “I’ll be showing you the Chinese Chomping Cabbages. Up these stairs’ll take us there, but – your lead, Beatrice, right?”

Smiling as she nodded, Beatrice had just about taken the first step up when she glanced back down towards their classroom to spot Sebastian’s frowning face, seeming to have watched after them with his arms crossed.

“Nice work in Defense Against the Dark Arts, by the way.”

“Excuse me?” Her focus snapped back up to her current companion who was already waiting for her at the top of the stairwell.

“Your duel with Sebastian. And he’s good. Ha, thinks he’s really good. But you outright slaughtered him. It was brilliant.”

“Oh. Well. Thank you.” Came her stilted reply, not quite feeling that she deserved what sounded like a compliment thrown her way as she instead kept busy by taking stock of the other useful plants they’d passed by – maybe she could pilfer a stem or two from some of them…?

“I nearly put Sebastian in his place myself. I mean, I would’ve, if Hecat hadn’t stopped me.”

“Didn’t she stop that dragon skull from crushing you?” Beatrice gave a side-eyed glance towards the redhead who’d kept walking forward, not quite realizing his charge had stopped to inspect a small chest left on top of a stone bench. She ended up quickly pocketing the Dragonhide Herbologist Gloves she’d found inside, thinking it’d likely be useful on whatever sort of cabbages she’d be handling.

“Pfft, typical Slytherin trick, dropping a dragon skull on someone during a fight. We Gryffindors fight with honour. And, uh, Ravenclaws, too. At least you did.”

Beatrice bristled at the first words of that statement, not wanting to stay silent in the midst of this petty sense of House rivalry, “I may not be as honourable as you think, Leander. I am to blame for Sebastian getting detention in just the first week back this year.”

“You mean those rumours?” He just laughed off her blatant confession, “It’s only fitting that Sebastian gets detention. This isn’t the first time he’s been sneaking in the Restricted Section. Don’t blame yourself, Beatrice.”

She just about opened her mouth to come to the Slytherin boy’s defense yet again, but she was then cut off by Leander’s proud declaration, “Here we are. Home of the Chinese Chomping Cabbage.”

Carefully approaching the row of planted vegetables, Beatrice would have mistaken the greens to look just like the normal cabbages she used to harvest back in the convent’s field had the diabolical things not stretched out their leafy layers to reveal rows of sharp teeth.

“Go on – grab a few of those cabbages. Just mind your fingers – I almost lost a thumb once.” The redhead had said almost too casually which made Beatrice stall in wearing her Dragonhide gloves as she cast him a troubled look, “Don’t worry, Nurse Blainey put it back on. But trust me, you do not want to go through that.” He’d hurriedly supplied before she proceeded to pull one out from the soil, careful to balance it in both hands by cradling its underside.

“Now, see that dummy? Just toss the cabbages at it. They’ll do the rest.”

Not needing to be told twice, Beatrice could only watch in horrified fascination as the training dummy stood no chance against the rather ferocious chomping it got from a mere single cabbage – “Look at that. They’ll chomp on anything they can get their, uh – mouths? – on.”

“How do you keep it focused on, well – chomping – on a singular subject? Better yet, what’s keeping it from ‘rolling’ towards our way and attacking us instead?” She couldn’t help but ask, already finding them to be quite beneficial if worst comes to worst.

“Oh, see that hat the dummy has? The trick is to leave a somewhat similar scent of your intended target near plots where these are being grown. Mum planted some in her garden last year to keep the gnomes out. Did save her the de-gnoming, but they got too close to her other fields and left her Honking Daffodils in tatters.”

Scent? She’d have to further read up about the violent vegetables to know more on taming and storing them – conveniently in her robes – for the near future. Just in case, seeing as they were not completely invincible as the last of its leafy layers crumbled away with its last chomp.

“Vicious little bastards, aren’t they? My kind of plants – not like stupid Bubotubers and Bouncing Bulbs. The kind of plants that’d have your back in a fight.” Leander grinned her way, rubbing at the back of his head as he quickly added, “Not saying you can’t go it alone. But – well imagine that wasn’t a dummy.”

“Trust me Leander, I was imagining it the entire time.” She was sure it would decidedly be a more bloody scenario though, but kept that tactfully to herself after almost feeling the cold sweat that washed over her classmate’s demeanor.

“You were? I mean – of course. You’re, uh, not someone to be trifled with. I see that.” There must have been something uncanny with the way she agreed with him that left Leander almost grasping at his words.

“I suppose they could prove useful outside of the Greenhouse. Nothing wrong with a bit of backup. Even if it is from a cabbage.” Beatrice chose to play it down a bit after perceiving the other boy’s features pale.

“It’s chaos out there – Trolls in Hogsmeade and such – not that you haven’t faced that one yourself, but you can’t be above throwing a cruciferous vegetable if necessary. Dogweed and Deathcap has more of them, if you’re keen. Other plants too – ones your parents wouldn’t plant in the garden.” An awkward pause as he shuffled his feet, “You get the idea. Anyway, we, uh, probably ought to head back to class.” Now seeming uneasy as Beatrice’s gaze wondered over to the other remaining cabbages left in their respective plots, “Or take your time – I’ll see you back in class.”

Beatrice watched him hesitate for a split second before walking away, her eyes narrowed as she silently observed Leander shake his head as he walked away, deducing he’d clearly been unnerved by something as she quieted down against a sudden barrage of whispers. Surely the cause of his sudden discomfiture was because he’d heard it too, otherwise Beatrice would be left baffled as to why she could make out parts of his thoughts all of a sudden.

next chapter ⤜⤏

[outpost51]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Chapter 11: Interlude II || Hanlon’s Razor

In which Faus finds himself between an immovable object and an unstoppable force.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter WC: 4,609

Warning(s): mild violence

Preview below the cut.

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Omega Station, 08:00

Care packages, on any other occasion, would have been a welcome sight after spending months in isolated hiding.

But that was just the problem. He was in hiding. Being found just defeated the purpose of shutting himself away in a tiny, windowless apartment, only coming and going when he was sure he wouldn’t be seen, slathering his face in masking clay to hide his marks and change his plate color.

No one had ever accused Faus of being a genius, though, had they? He pressed his back to the door just in case he had to make a run for it as he flipped the top up and off.

The note inside was even less reassuring than the package’s existence itself.

Got ur bitch. Come get whutz left or we’ll keep sendin peeses pieces.

[rsedits9420]

Feelings pt 4

Mark Estapa x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Masterlist

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

Mark

She eventually fell asleep. It took a bit for her to calm down. After I sat her down on my bed, Ethan woke up and saw her condition and decided to give us some space. I think he’s next door with Luke, Mack, and Dylan. Once she could final get words out she told me two words that made me want to kick Will’s teeth in. “He cheated.” That’s all y/n had to say for my blood to boil. “A-am I not good enough? D-did I do something wrong? I-I actually thought he liked me. It’s all my fault Mark.” She sobbed. “Y/n please. I swear it wasn’t anything you did. Your the most gorgeous, kindest, and genuine girl I’ve ever met. I can’t believe that asshole could have made you think it was your fault. Cause trust me it wasn’t you.” She looks up at me with glossy eyes and gives me the tightest hug I’ve ever received. “Mark, I really, really love you. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry that we drifte-d. It was my fau-lt. I shouldn’t have trusted him.” She says those words and my thoughts ramble. “It wasn’t your fault. It was his. I would never blame you. I love you more than words can describe. I’m not going to let that fucker get away with treating you like this. I promise.” I hold her tight as her breathing relaxes. She falls asleep on my chest and I carefully move out from under her to make sure I don’t wake her. I need to talk to the guys. Because I don’t know if I can get through the night without beating Will’s ass.

When I walk into Dylan and Mackies dorm I’m met with all the boys sitting in silence. “Is she okay?” Luke ask first. “Honestly I don’t think so. She thinks it’s her fault. No matter what I do she won’t believe me.” I say in a defeated tone. “I just need y’all to talk me out of kicking his ass right now. If I go and find him, he’ll end up in the hospital I promise you.” Eddy grabs my shoulder and pulls me into another hug. This has to probably be the most hugs I’ve ever gotten. The rest of the guys follow and we end up in a group hug. “We know you care about her, Mark. I didn’t want to tell you this, because it honestly isn’t my place, but 2 weeks after orientation y/n confessed that she liked you sense you guys were 16. She swore me to secrecy, but I can’t hold it in anymore. Y’all deserve each other. I say you go get the girl.” What?!? She actually likes me? Like not as a friend. Damn now I feel really stupid. “I’m going to need some help confessing my feelings, boys. You guys in?” They all laughed and immediately said yes. We spent about an hour going over our plan. Once it’s all set in stone I thank them and I say my goodbyes. I have to get back to my girl.

I don’t want to wake her so I’ll opt to ask her about it in the morning. Right now she just needs to go east. I crawl into bed and grab y/n and tuck her under my arms. She still has swollen eyes from crying, but yet she’s still so beautiful. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll tell her that. And hopefully she’ll be mine.

Y/n

I wake up not knowing where I am. As I turn over I see a sleeping Mark clinging to my body. All the memories start to come back. Me walking into Will’s apartment, me leaving the apartment crying hysterically. Then me showing up here. I went to bed last night hoping it was all a dream. I was wrong. This is reality. My reality. The reality where I’m not good enough. I’m the second choice. It seems that this is a common feeling to me. I get up and find my phone just to be met with 14 missed messages from Will. I don’t even bother to look at them. He lost his right to talk to me when he screwed my roommate behind my back. He cheated. He cheated with my roommate too. I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to my dorm. How can I look her in the eyes? She snuck behind my back to get with my boyfriend. My thoughts are interrupted by Mark pulling me close. “Y/n go back to sleep. Let’s cuddle…please…” I agree and lay back down. His arms ingulf me and I lay my head on his chest. I feel safe here. I feel at peace. But mainly I feel at home. I never felt this way about Will. Only Mark.

It’s now 10 am and Mark and I are getting ready for the day. He gave me a pair of sweatpants and a Michigan crew neck to wear. He said he wants to take me somewhere to cheer me up. I guess we’ll see where he takes me.

He turns into an old parking lot and I look up and see a movie theater. But it’s not just any movie theater, it’s the old one we went to when we were kids. “Mark, I thought they closed down?” He grabs my hand and says,” They did. I just pulled a couple strings and now we have a free showing of your favorite movie.” My heart melts. He did this all for me? “Come on let’s get going”. I follow him into the cinema.

After about an hour and a half we are done with the movie and we are just sitting there staring at each other. “Can I tell you something?” Mark asks. I nod yes. “Y/n I know this is early, trust me I know. After what happened last night… I-I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I like you. And I don’t mean like you, I mean I LIKE you. Scratch that I think I love you. I probably sound like an idiot but-,” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. He turns his head to deepen the kiss. I pull away to say,” Mark you’re not an idiot. I love you too. I have loved you since we were 16. Probably earlier if I’m being honest. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you didn't feel the same.” Mark cups my cheeks to say,” y/n how could I not feel the same. I mean look at you. You're the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. You can light up a room by just smiling. You’re the definition of perfection.” Then he places another kiss on my lips. We go back and forth explaining everything we love about the other, until he says,”So y/n, will you make me the happiest person in the world and be my girlfriend?” I look at the grin on his face and say,” Of course Stops. I would love to.” We kiss for one more time. Midway through the kiss we are interrupted by snickering. “You guys can come out now.” Mark announces. All of a sudden Ethan, Mackie, Luke, and Dylan all poked out from behind the movie screen. “Did y’all have something to do with this?” I ask. “Well who do you think set this up? Because spoiler alert it wasn't loverboy over there. Well he planned it, but It was us 4 smart human beings who put the plan in place.” Luke says. Me and Mark both giggle at that comment. “Well if this little make out sesh is over, I think we should all go and get lunch, I’m starving.” Duker announces. All of us laugh at Duker as he rushes out to the parking lot.

We ended up at this nearby diner. As we are walking in, something seems to set Mark and Eddy off. I turn to look at what they are starting at just to see Will and Mandy cuddled up in a booth together. Mark charges for Will. The guys try to stop them but they're no match for Mark when he’s pissed. “Ahh look who it is? How’s it going Mark?” Mark goes and grabs Will by his collar. “You listen here bud. You're lucky she’s here or I’d beat your ass right here right now especially after how you treated her. You and your new chick of the month will leave her alone, is that understood?” Will looks at me and laughs. That only causes Mark to pin Will up against the wall and get his fist and put I dangerously close to Will’s face. “O-ok man! Calm down! We will leave her alone I promise!” When Mark lets him go, Will runs straight out of the diner. While Mandy rushes right after him. “Sorry about that, I just had too.” He tells me. I nod. I understand where he’s coming from. Will did in fact treat me like shit. I know Mark isn’t a violent person at heart. I grab his hand and lead him to a booth. As we are all seated we talk about the most random things. Luke tells us embarrassing stories about his brothers Quinn and Jack, and a bit about Dylan too. Mackie tells us about his twin and how her hockey season is going, then Ethan talks about this girl he’s talking to. I can see the gleam in his eyes. He has fallen for her and it’s obvious. It's funny how I could see it in everyone but the one person I really wanted to, but that’s the mysterious part of life people warn you about. After we are all done eating we all gather back into the cars we can in and head back to the dorms. Me and Mark spend the rest of the night tangled in eachothers arms. Just walking Tv and talking about random things.

3 months later

Mark and I are doing amazing. He both are hopelessly in love with each other, and it’s great. The team ended up winning the big 10 championship, and heading to the frozen 4. They unfortunately didn’t end up on top, but I was still really proud of the boys. They fought hard. It was sad to see some of the guys leave, but it was worth it to see them play in the nhl. The last semester was nearing its end, and I felt like a changed person. I never would have guessed that I would have been this happy at the end of the year. I’m in a great relationship with my best friend, I have a great support system all around me, and I’m always happy. The one thing that’s still taking time to adjust to is living with the guys. After the whole Will thing went down, I basically moved in with Mark and Eddy for a month. We all chipped in to buy an apartment not too far from the campus. I got my own room even though I barely use it, I like feeling so welcomed. This is quite literally the best I’ve ever felt in my life. And the silly fact is all it took was for Marky and me to confess some feelings.

A/n: this is the last part but I will probably do  bonus scenes in the future!! Hope you liked it!!!

[lynnx-oo]

Wolf Yoo Joonghyuk and Fox Kim Dokja, nsfw

Wolf Yoo Joonghyuk playing with fox Kim Dokja’s ears and accidentally turning him on

Kim Dokja was talking about something again but Yoo Joonghyuk was not listening at all. He tried to concentrade but his eyes kept wandering to Kim Dokja's twitching ears.

His ears looked so fluffy and cute, he just had to touch them. He knew that if he interrupted Kim Dokja he would get angry at him but the fox was just too tempting to resist.

So, his hands find their way to Kim Dokja's ears and he started out with curiously touching them to seriously petting them. Kim Dokja's brain completely stopped working for a solide minute and his face turned from a pale white into a deep shade of red.

"J-Joonghyuk w-what are you doing?!"

Yoo Joonghyuk didn't know either but he liked the reactions he got out of Kim Dokja, so he continued.

"Ngh...ah s-stop!"

Kim Dokja was confused and embarrassed as he could feel himself slowly growing hard and he couldn't stop trembling. He tried to hold back his moans of pleasure but it was no use because Yoo Joonghyuk was relentless in his actions.

"Seems like your ears are your weak spot Dokja."Yoo Joonghyuk smirked as he wispered. 

His hot breath against his ears turned Kim Dokja on so much more and his pants got unbelievably tight.

"Joonghyuk stop-ah t-teasing me!"

That made Yoo Joonghyuk let out a small chuckle and then he licked Kim Dokja's ears.

"Ah- t-too much p-please Joonghyuk."

Tears stares to form in his eyes. He needed more so so much more. He couldn't wait any longer.

"Please touch me more I need you Joonghyuk."

Kim Dokja couldn't believe what he just said but he couldn't take it back anyway. Not that he wanted to. He meant it. He wanted Yoo Joonghyuk inside of him.

"You're so needy today Dokja"

Yoo Joonghyuk made fun of him, but still listened to his request and touched Kim Dokja all over his body. From his nipples to his belly down to his hard and already leaking cock.

Yoo Joonghyuk undressed both of them and started to prepare Kim Dokja's hole so that Kim Dokja could take him without any problems.

"More..ngh!"

Kim Dokja's moans really tested Yoo Joonghyuk's patience today, but he held himself back. He didn't want to hurt Kim Dokja even though he wanted to strangle him sometimes.

Yoo Joonghyuk took a moment to look at Kim Dokja's whole body, it was like a meal only for Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes.

 "Joonghyuk put it in already!” Kim Dokja pouted impatiently.

"How cute." Yoo Joonghyuk said as he did what Kim Dokja wanted.

He thrusted his entire length inside of him and hit all of Kim Dokja's good spots. That made Kim Dokja gasp as he keept moaning so prettily underneath him.

 Kim Dokja's ass was high up in the air and his face pressed down on a pillow. His cock kept rubbing against the sheets as Yoo Joonghyuk continued thrusting into him with a steady rhythm.

 Kim Dokja's pale body was gradually flodded with kiss and bite marks showing who he belongs to. His neck and entire back was getting loved by Yoo Joonghyuk and started to turn red.

 "Dokja you're mine."

 Yoo Joonghyuk growled as he bit into Kim Dokja's shoulder and pulled on his tail.

 "J-Joonghyuk I'm g-gonna cum!"

 "Yeah? Go ahead."

 "AH- nghhh-"

 White cum splattered on the sheets before Kim Dokja collapsed on the bed.

 You look so beautiful when you feel good Dokja."

 Yoo Joonghyuk said softly as he turned Kim Dokja's face around to kiss him on the cheek.

 After that Yoo Joonghyuk slowed down the pace of his thrusts because he knows that Kim Dokja likes it when he's more gentle after he came.

 Yoo Joonghyuk took great pride in being to be the only one who has seen this sight of Kim Dokja, laying on their bed while he's naked and panting after he came.

 Just thinking about it turned Yoo Joonghyuk on.

 "J-Joonghyuk why did you get bigger again?!"

 "It's your fault, you have to take responsibility Dokja."

 “Wait how is this my fau-"

 Kim Dokja got cut of in in the middle of his sentence as Yoo Joonghyuk picked up his pace again.

 "You're too sexy."

 Yoo Joonghyuk stated as he chased his own release.

 Being inside Kim Dokja felt so good he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

 He kept calling Kim Dokja's name over and over again till he filled Kim Dokja up with his cum.

 “Joonghyuk I know you love me but stop doing things like that when I'm talking to you." Kim Dokja scolded him while they both laid in their bathtub

 "What do you mean by things? Making you feel all hot and bothered?"

Kim Dokja's face turned red from embarrassment.

 No matter how long they were together, he could never get used to this flirty side of Yoo Joonghyuk.

 "Stop it you know I don't like it when you talk like that."

 "Alright whatever you say my Darling."

 "Hmpf"

 Kim Dokja angrily turned his face away from Yoo Joonghyuk.

 Yoo Joonghyuk let out a small laugh. He really loved him.

 "I love you"

 Kim Dokja really couldn't win against his boyfriend.

 "I love you too Joonghyuk."

-The End-

posted first on Twitter 4th September 2022

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...he? Is he the one who left those marks on you? :(

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UConn: 2022-23 NCAA Division I Men's Basketball National Champions

HOUSTON — A tournament run full of dominance ends with another UConn national title in Texas.

UConn held off a small second-half push from San Diego State to win championship No. 5, this time a 76-59 win Monday night in Houston. It's not only the Huskies' fifth title since 1999, it's their second in Houston and fourth in Texas.

The Huskies' most recent title was a six-game coronation with double-digit victories, as the Huskies (31-8) won by an average of 20 points. In the latest win, Tristen Newton (19 points), tournament MOP Adama Sanogo (17) and Jordan Hawkins (16) led the way offensively against San Diego State, while UConn frustrated the Aztecs around the rim for much of the night.

San Diego State (32-7) shot just 32.2 percent and trailed by as many 16, but it had climbed tall mountains before. In their last three games, the Aztecs trailed No. 1 overall Alabama by 9, Creighton by 8 and FAU by 14 in the semifinals — and won them all. Though UConn ended up being too tall a challenge, the Aztecs were the only team to mount a late threat, cutting the deficit to 60-55 and 5:19 to work with.

Then Hawkins shut the door immediately with a clutch 3-pointer. San Diego State never got closer.

The win makes UConn only the second No. 4 seed to win it all, joining 1997 Arizona. It also halted what would have been a series of firsts with San Diego State. In their first Final Four appearance, the Aztecs fell one game shy of winning their first title, of becoming the first Mountain West team to win it all and being the first No. 5 seed to take home the crown.

Keshad Johnson, Lamont Butler — the buzzer-beating hero against FAU — and Darrion Trammell all finished within double figures, but the Aztecs slumped through an 11-minute stretch without a field goal in the first half and fell short of a huge rally in the second.

In the end, UConn won another championship and became one of only six programs to reach that mark.

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Pablo Gerboles Parrilla: A Collegiate Golfer’s Journey to Excellence

Pablo Gerboles Parrilla: A Collegiate Golfer’s Journey to Excellence

Pablo Gerboles Parrilla, a Spanish golfer hailing from León, made his mark on the American collegiate golf scene during his years as a standout athlete for Florida Atlantic University (FAU). Throughout his time at FAU, Gerboles Parrilla demonstrated not only his exceptional talent on the course but also his tenacity and commitment to improving his game in highly competitive tournaments.

Early Success and Rising Through the Ranks

Gerboles Parrilla’s college golf journey was marked by his resilience and pursuit of excellence. One of his early notable achievements came during the 2012 Sun Belt Conference (SBC) Championships. In this prestigious event, he managed to stay competitive through each round, ultimately keeping himself in contention until the final holes. This tournament was a testament to his steady performance and growing reputation as a golfer to watch. His ability to handle pressure and maintain a strong presence in championship play laid the groundwork for future accomplishments.

Career Milestones: Cobra PUMA Invitational

One of Gerboles Parrilla’s career-defining moments came during the 2013 Cobra PUMA Invitational. It was here that he recorded his lowest collegiate round, an achievement that solidified his place among FAU's top golfers. His strong play in this tournament, coupled with his ability to navigate challenging courses, showcased his precision, adaptability, and mental toughness. Scoring low at this level requires not only skill but a strategic approach to the game—traits that Gerboles Parrilla consistently displayed throughout his college career.

Competing on the Big Stage: Conference USA Championship

In 2016, Gerboles Parrilla competed in one of his final collegiate events, the Conference USA (C-USA) Championship. Playing against some of the best golfers in the nation, this tournament was a fitting conclusion to his collegiate golf career. While his team’s performance was under pressure, Gerboles Parrilla's individual play remained impressive, as he faced stiff competition. His determination to perform at his best at the highest level of competition was evident in this final chapter of his college golf story.

A Legacy of Dedication

Pablo Gerboles Parrilla’s time at FAU was marked by continual growth and moments of brilliance on the golf course. From his early efforts in the SBC Championships to his record-breaking performance at the Cobra PUMA Invitational and his participation in the C-USA Championship, his career is a story of perseverance and skill. He remains an example of what it takes to thrive in collegiate sports—hard work, strategic thinking, and the ability to perform under pressure.

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Poll: In 2 Battlegrounds, White College Grads Lean to Trump on Eve of Harris Debate

Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump is leading Democrat Kamala Harris in the battleground states of North Carolina and Georgia, according to a new Florida Atlantic University/Mainstreet Research USA poll released Monday.

And one group in particular may account for the good news for Trump in both swing states: white college graduates.

In North Carolina, Trump leads Harris 48% to 47%, and 47% to 45% in Georgia, according to FAU's survey. The poll is the latest showing that Trump is on the receiving end of positive poll data heading into Tuesday night's first presidential debate.

It comes in the aftermath of pollster Nate Silver showing Trump leading Harris in every battleground state. Also, the RealClearPolitics polling average also shows Trump with slight leads over Harris in North Carolina and Georgia.

In the FAU survey, Trump's lead is buoyed by white college graduates — a demographic that may yet prove pivotal to the outcome of the toughest battleground states. The New York Post reported that Trump leads Harris 55% to 40% among the group in Georgia and 50% to 47% in North Carolina.

Harris leads Trump among independents in both states, however. Harris leads Trump 48% to 43% with unaffiliated voters in North Carolina and by 4 points, 44% to 40% in Georgia, according to the Post.

However, 10% of independents in Georgia say they're undecided versus 8% of them in North Carolina, according to the Post.

Also in Trump's favor, and suggestive of what some pundits see as an ebb in early support for Harris, is that the former president appears to score better with Democrats than Harris does with Republicans, according to the Post.

On balance, the polling points to a compelling horse race in the final weeks of a tough presidential fight, with the race tightening considerably since President Joe Biden stepped aside amid concerns over his age and stamina.

"The close distribution of support between the two major party candidates suggests that Georgia and North Carolina remain highly competitive," said Kevin Wagner, professor of political science and co-director at FAU's PolCom Lab. "Among likely voters, the undecided population, though small, could still play a crucial role in determining the outcome, particularly in a tight race such as this one."

FAU surveyed 647 registered voters in Georgia and 692 in North Carolina from Sept. 5-6. The margin of error is +/- 3.9 percentage points for Georgia and +/- 3.7 percentage points for North Carolina with a 95% confidence level.

Mark Swanson ✉

Mark Swanson, a Newsmax writer and editor, has nearly three decades of experience covering news, culture and politics.

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Nauticus Robotics Enters Aquanaut Mark 2 Testing Partnership with FAU

Stock image of an underwater robot. HOUSTON /PRNewswire/ — Nauticus Robotics, Inc. (NASDAQ: KITT), a leading innovator in subsea robotics and software, announces a partnership with Florida Atlantic University (FAU) for further testing of its flagship underwater vehicle, Aquanaut Mark 2. Nauticus has contracted with FAU to perform Aquanaut Mark 2 vehicle development testing in the protected…

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Ipiranga Museum brings a new look at the history of Brazil to 1 million visitors.

Director Rosaria Ono assesses public participation as the museum reaches the milestone of 1 million visitors since its reopening in 2022

source: https://encurtador.com.br/dDirr

In conversation with Jornal da USP, director Rosaria Ono evaluates integration with the public by carefully participating in the program of exhibitions, workshops and lectures. “The milestone of 1 million visitors certainly has a very special meaning, as it reflects the good reception to the reopening of the museum after nine years of closure. The daily average number of visitors recorded by ticket issuance during this period was approximately 2 thousand people. So, first of all, I would like to thank our visiting public for allowing us to reach this milestone so quickly.”

Rosaria, also a professor at the Faculty of Architecture and Urbanism (FAU) at USP, highlights that before the closure, annual visitation was around 300 thousand people, a number that doubled in 2023, reaching the mark of more than 650 thousand visitors to the year. “In addition to finding the historic building fully restored, visitors now have access to a reception area, which we call the welcome area, where they find the ticket office, toilets, luggage storage, an auditorium, two classrooms and two rooms for educational activities, among other support areas, offering greater comfort to visitors".

To Understand the Museum is one of the long-term exhibitions that presents the history of the institution since the construction of the monument building and the transformations of the collection throughout its history. The explanation is on the website https://museudoipiranga.org.br: “When it was created, the museum had varied collections of botany, zoology, ethnology, mineralogy. Over the years, these collections were transferred to other institutions. Part of the art collection was also donated to the Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo. The objective of these transformations was to make Ipiranga a museum specializing in history”.

It is important to highlight that all 11 exhibitions are presented on the museum's website with an educational and didactic guide that can be downloaded by everyone from this link, especially as teaching material for teachers, providing an immersive experience. “There were several challenges in carrying out and completing the work in time for the reopening of the museum with 11 exhibitions in 49 restored rooms, in celebration of the Bicentenary of Independence, in September 2022”, explains director Rosaria Ono. “The work would not have been completed if it were not for the efforts of all parties involved, whether within the scope of the University of São Paulo — Rectory, SEF and Museu Paulista — in partnership with FUSP (Foundation to Support the University of São Paulo) and the federal, state and municipal governments, whether within the scope of sponsors, supporters and collaborators of the Novo Museu do Ipiranga project. It is important to remember that more than half of the expansion and restoration works took place during the period of the Covid 19 pandemic.”

The professor highlights that the preparation of the exhibitions was an event in itself, with a great effort from the curatorial team made up of five teachers/curators from the Museu Paulista, coordinated by professor Vânia Carneiro de Carvalho, together with the team of educators and museography at the institution. “These teams established, together, the guidelines for the exhibitions, assembled within the lines of research defined in the 1990s and finally reflected, in their entirety, in the new exhibitions. Social inclusion, from the perspective of not only the accessibility of people with disabilities, but also the voices of previously excluded or subjugated populations, is reflected in the exhibitions.”

When visiting the exhibition spaces, visitors will notice details of the building built between 1885 and 1890, designed to be a monument commemorating the Proclamation of Independence in 1822. And they will see how the oldest public museum in São Paulo came to be.

The challenges facing Museu Paulista are renewed every day. They go beyond 1 million stories. “After opening, the museum began to face another challenge, which is to continue dealing with historical issues from various points of view and bringing news to the public periodically. The current goals are actions aimed at increasing visitation to the museum and creating a regular audience that returns several times a year.

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Museu do Ipiranga leva novo olhar sobre a história do Brasil para 1 milhão de visitantes.

A diretora Rosaria Ono avalia a participação do público no momento em que o museu atinge a marca de 1 milhão de visitantes desde a reinauguração em 2022

fonte: https://encurtador.com.br/dDirr

Em conversa com o Jornal da USP, a diretora Rosaria Ono avalia a integração com o público participando atentamente da programação de exposições, oficinas e palestras. “Com certeza a marca de 1 milhão de visitantes tem um significado muito especial, pois reflete a boa recepção à reabertura do museu após nove anos fechado. A média diária de visitantes contabilizada pela emissão de ingressos nesse período foi de aproximadamente 2 mil pessoas. Assim, antes de mais nada, agradeço ao nosso público visitante que nos permitiu atingir essa marca tão rapidamente.”

Rosaria, também professora da Faculdade de Arquitetura e Urbanismo (FAU) da USP, ressalta que antes do fechamento a visitação anual era de cerca de 300 mil pessoas, número que dobrou no ano de 2023, atingindo a marca de mais de 650 mil visitantes ao ano. “Além de encontrar o edifício histórico totalmente restaurado, os visitantes agora dispõem de uma área de recepção, que chamamos de área de acolhimento, onde eles encontram a bilheteria, os sanitários, o guarda-volumes, um auditório, duas salas de aula e duas salas para atividades educativas, dentre outras áreas de apoio, oferecendo maior conforto aos visitantes".

Para Entender o Museu é uma das exposições de longa duração que traz a história da instituição desde a construção do edifício-monumento e as transformações do acervo no decorrer de sua história. No site https://museudoipiranga.org.br está a explicação: “Quando foi criado, o museu tinha coleções variadas de botânica, zoologia, etnologia, mineralogia. Ao longo dos anos, esses acervos foram sendo transferidos para outras instituições. Parte da coleção de arte também foi cedida para a Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo. O objetivo dessas transformações era fazer do Ipiranga um museu especializado em história”.

Importante destacar que todas as 11 exposições são apresentadas no site do museu com um guia educativo e didático que pode ser baixado por todos neste link, especialmente como material didático para professores, propiciando uma experiência imersiva. “Foram vários os desafios para a realização e conclusão da obra a tempo da reabertura do museu com 11 exposições em 49 salas restauradas, nas comemorações do Bicentenário da Independência, em setembro de 2022”, explica a diretora Rosaria Ono. “A obra não teria sido concluída, não fossem os esforços de todas as partes envolvidas, seja no âmbito da Universidade de São Paulo — Reitoria, SEF e Museu Paulista — em parceria com a FUSP (Fundação de Apoio à Universidade de São Paulo) e os governos federal, estadual e municipal, seja no âmbito dos patrocinadores, apoiadores e colaboradores do projeto Novo Museu do Ipiranga. É importante lembrar que mais da metade das obras de ampliação e restauro aconteceram durante o período da pandemia da covid 19.”

A professora destaca que a preparação das exposições foi um evento à parte, com um grande esforço da equipe de curadoria composta de cinco docentes/curadores do Museu Paulista, coordenados pela professora Vânia Carneiro de Carvalho, junto com a equipe de educadores e de museografia da instituição. “Estas equipes estabeleceram, juntas, as diretrizes para as exposições, montadas dentro das linhas de pesquisa definidas na década de 1990 e refletidas, finalmente, em sua plenitude, nas novas exposições. A inclusão social, na perspectiva não só da acessibilidade das pessoas com deficiência, mas também das vozes das populações antes excluídas ou subjugadas, se reflete nas exposições.”

Ao percorrer os espaços das exposições, o visitante vai percebendo detalhes do edifício construído entre 1885 e 1890, projetado para ser um monumento em comemoração à Proclamação da Independência em 1822. E vai acompanhar como surgiu o museu público mais antigo de São Paulo.

Os desafios do Museu Paulista se renovam a cada dia. Vão além de 1 milhão de histórias. “Após a abertura, o museu passou a encarar um outro desafio, que é o de continuar tratando as questões históricas sob vários pontos de vista e trazer novidades ao público de forma periódica. As metas atuais se configuram em ações visando a ampliar a visitação ao museu e a criação de um público frequentador, que volte várias vezes no ano. @edisonblog