#SBS Arabic

[younes-ben-amara]

المُدوِّنة حنين حاتم تتجاوز التدوينة رقم 500: ندعو الله أن يرزقها ما تُحِبُّ وأكثر 🎈

ما هذه المجموعة من المختارات تسألني؟ إنّها عددٌ من أعداد نشرة “صيد الشابكة” اِعرف أكثر عن النشرة هنا: ما هي نشرة “صيد الشابكة” ما مصادرها، وما غرضها؛ وما معنى الشابكة أصلًا؟! 🎣🌐هل تعرف ما هي صيد الشابكة وتطالعها بانتظام؟ اِدعم استمرارية النشرة بطرق شتى من هنا: 💲 طرق دعم نشرة صيد الشابكة. 🎣🌐 صيد الشابكة العدد #168 السلام عليكم؛ مرحبًا وبسم الله؛ بخصوص العنوان فهو إنجاز حقَّقته الزميلة المُدوِّنة…

[sbeep]

The Way to Bahr Ezadir

"It's a great river, you know, that only glimpses the sun once before it cascades into the sea. A long time ago, the prince named the river for his knight, and the river passed its name to the city. Now no one will forget Ezadir, who fell protecting his love."

(An original illustration project of mine, with my OCs)

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles | Purgatory Con, Düsseldorf, Germany, May 26, 2024, Panel Summary

Most creepy or annoying toy the kids ever had? Slime. It creeps him out. He has it all over his house now. He doesn’t like the texture or feel. But his kids love it. Creepiest? Danneel has an old antique doll. It is old cracked, has creepy eyes and is the devil. (x)

Demon Dean or Soldier Boy, who‘s more powerful? Demon Dean because SB has a traumatized little boy in him and demon Dean is just empty. He‘s more dangerous because he just doesn’t care. (x)

Funniest moment from set of The Boys? Someone yells Herogasm so Jensen says it was probably not the funniest moment but when he arrived on day 3 of the set, Jack Quaid asked if he‘s been on set yet and when it was a no, he said „whoo, good luck“ (x)

People kept mistaking the bottles of lube and the bottles of hand sanitizer. Jensen was not prepared for when filming started and everyone took their robes off. Jensen was not prepared. (x)

Jensen couldn’t not look. They called cut. Jensen was like „I‘m sorry, there’s 4 people over here doing a position I have never seen before.“ His shower was extra long that evening. „There may have been tears.“ (x)

“There’s four people over here in a position I have not seen before!!!” “My shower lasted extra long that evening. And there were tears.” Jensen retelling stories from Herogasm set on #TheBoys (x)

How long did it take him to learn the Arabic phrase for s14? Not long, he can parrot things quite easily. He just needs to hear it a few times, then he can repeat the sounds. It‘s how he learns accents. Tap dance worked like it too. If he can see or hear it, he can emulate it. (x)

Jensen: “I don’t think Cas’s confession is something that needs to be resolved. There is nothing to resolve. He said what he needed to say, it was a long time coming, it was heartfelt and beautiful. But there’s nothing to resolve.” (x) “Dean took it in and then lost one of his closest allies and friends. The accepting of that happened when Dean sat on the floor. He lost one of his brothers in arms and one of his closest people. When they come back, it’s just understood.” (x)

Are there situations where he accidentally or on purpose bring out Dean? Yes. Sometimes he thinks „it would be great to be Dean Winchester right now. He could have handled this.“ Dean is alive in him and comes out from time to time. (x)

Were there fake tears on SPN or did he ever cry? He wasn’t classically trained, so the emotion we see is real. He doesn’t know how to fake it. Compares it to a book or movie making you emotional. You know it’s not real, but it still gets you. (x)

After the s4 scene when Dean confesses to Sam about his 40 years and torturing in hell, he had to walk away because his body didn’t know it was fake. The barn scene was probably the most real, but for different reasons. He was saying goodbye to Dean, Jared, the crew. (x)

Crew members had to leave set because they were crying too. They were trying to dial it down, because it was too much emotion. (x)

When things get too serious? Laughter. It‘s his levee. When things get too heavy, he makes a joke to ease the situation. (x)

„Do you use Jared‘s conditioner?“ No he does not. That’s just what his hair does. (x)

Who inspires you? Jensen doesn’t idolize anyone, but he has a lot of respect for certain people and tries to absorb as much as he can when he meets them. Could be a brilliant scientist, an artist, an actor. (x)

Being cold on set? There was a scene with Bobby where they looked at a map over the hood of the car. Jensen told Bob Singer that it was ridiculous because they would look at the map in their car. But Bob wanted a specific job and told him to just get it done. (x) A few days after he got lasic surgery, he was supposed to wear sunglasses all the time. But he had to film in the sun with light shining in his face. Jensen was in so much pain that Serge covered the white surfaces in black. Didn’t help much. He took ibuprofen and powered through (x)

Dead in the Water when he had to hold the kid up and the diver pulled him under, it was the most eery feeling. He was terrified for the kid. But the kid actor had fun. / End of panel. (x)

(JMacLean)

[sashi-ya]

Once again, disappointed with the OPLA casting, idk why inclusiveness ends when it comes to Arabic actors. Some people seem to be super inclusive until it comes to arabs. I'm not even arab, but I'm disappointed again. And don't come at me with "Iñaki is mexican not brazilian like Luffy" cause is not about nationality, is about ethnicity. Same as "Arabasta is not a real place" or "It is a mix of various places" bitch it is called ARABasta... plus, Oda stated IT IS MODELED AFTER ANCIENT EGYPT (sbs).

I seriously can't understand (i do) how every time there is an arab role it gets replaced for another ethnicity (I have NOTHING against them, is not about the actors, in fact I believe Vivi's actress is by far gorgeous, it is about casting and trying to completely "erase" certain ethnicities from media).

I know this has a hidden background, and we all know which one it is... unfortunately, some nations hate Arabs. They can only be "the bad guys with bombs" for them... we should actually take a closer look to who are really the ones bombing others, don't you think?

Fuck you very much, Netflix. and Oda as well, if you are ok with this. Honestly, I thought you would use this opportunity to make one of you political statements so damn needed right now 🍉🍉

Spoiler: Also, it is obviously inspired on Egypt... NEFERTARI sounds a LOT like NEFERTITI. If you have a glimpse of cultural background you could actually unveil a certain mystery related to the nefertari linage... Lily was probably the analog to Nefertiti, SHE BASED HIS POLITICAL RS IN ADORING A DEITY CALLED ATON (THE SUN)... WHO IS THE SUN GOD? YES, NIKA!!!

[usafphantom2]

SR-71 OL-Griffiss AFB

OL-Griffiss AFB

Rome, New York

1973

Yom Kippur War

The Yom Kippur War SR-71 operation provided a series of 11.4 hour round-robin sorties to the Middle East. Plans were originally made to fly these flights from Beale AFB to the Middle East and recover at Mildenhall, United Kingdom. Upon arrival at Mildenhall to set up recovery operations, Colonel Patrick Halloran, 9th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing Commander, was informed that the British Government had second thoughts about the operation and denied authority to operate from the United Kingdom. The UK's reasoning was a possible Arab oil embargo against their nation. Two SR-71's were assigned to performed the historic 11.4 hour flights, tail numbers #964 and #979. These flights to the Middle East were code named:

"Giant Reach"

(Photo courtesy Tom Pugh)

On 13 October 1973, Pilot Jim Shelton and RSO Gary Coleman in #979, departed Griffiss AFB on the first of a series of flights to the Middle East. After 11.13 hours of flight time involving 6 refuelings and more than five hours of flight above Mach 3.0, Jim Shelton landed SR #979 back at Griffiss AFB, NY. The "Photo Take" was highly successful and provided Defense Analysts and the President of the United States with information about the actual Syrian military situation.

On 25 October 1973, Pilot Al Joersz and RSO John Fuller flew SR #979 on another 11.13 hour non-stop round robin sortie to assess the ground situation around the Sinai and Galilee.

On 02 November 1973, Pilot Bob Helt and RSO Larry Elliott in SR #979,flew a similar Trans-Atlantic sortie to the Yom Kippur War zone in 11.22 hours of flight.

The last flight from Griffiss AFB was 11 November 1973. Blackbird #964 was flown by Pilot Jim Wilson and RSO Bruce Douglass and landed at Seymour Johnson AFB, North Carolina. This sortie lasted 10.49 hours. As snow fell in Rome New York, Colonel Pat Halloran opted for a warmer climate and moved operations to Seymour Johnson AFB, NC.

These SR-71 Reconnaissance flights were instrumental in defusing the war and provided positive intelligence photos to the deeply distrusting Israelis and Arabs. With the shooting war over, OL-SB, Seymour Johnson became the base of operation for continued surveillance of the war zone to insure compliance with the peace accord.

OL-SB

Seymour Johnson AFB, North Carolina

SR-71 "Giant Reach" Operations

On 02 December, 1973, Pilot Jim Sullivan and RSO Noel Widdifield flew the first SR-71 to the Middle East from the Seymour Johnson AFB location. In aircraft #964, this crew flew the round-robin sortie to the Sinai region and returned to Seymour Johnson in 9.56 hours.

On 10 December, 1973, Pilot Pat Bledsoe and RSO Reggie Blackwell flew SR #979 to the Middle East and back in 10.0 hours.

On 25 January, 1974, Pilot Buck Adams and RSO Bill Machorek flew SR #971 in a around-robin sortie to the Middle East in 10.04 hours.

On 07 March, 1974 Pilot Ty Judkins and RSO John Morgan flew SR #979 in 9.45 hours

The final "Giant Reach" flight occurred on 06 April, 1974. SR-71 #979, Piloted by Lee Ransom and RSO Tom Allocca flew to the Middle East and returned to Seymour Johnson AFB in 9.46 hours.

In all, four Sorties were flown from Griffiss AFB, NY averaging 11.4 hours each flight and five Sorties from Seymour Johnson AFB, NC averaging 10 hours each .

SR-71 pilot, Colonel Jim Wilson's recollection of one of the historic SR-71 flights to the Middle East during the Yom Kippur War in 1973 is reproduced below for the Blackbird Community.

Mort Jarvis adds: The whole history of this operation is pretty interesting, like flying the Detachment Package into England and than saying the SR can't land in England and turning around and going to Griffiss, NY. If the SR was still flying with the Real Time down link of Recon intelligence, which the SR was modified to carry prior to retirement, the target take could of been in the command function hands within seconds of the take. I still think the SR-71 could do a better job than what Intel is being obtained now.

Col. Jim Wilson, USAF ( Ret.) Writes:

On Oct 6th 1973, Egypt and Syria opened an offensive against Israel on two fronts, launching a coordinated series of air, armored and artillery attacks into the Sinai and Golan Heights . The preemptive strike came as a result of a failure to resolve territorial disputes arising from the Arab-Israeli War of 1967.

Since no diplomatic progress was being made toward peace, Egypt 's Sadat was convinced that to gain legitimacy at home, he must initiate a war with limited objectives.

Along the Suez Canal, 80,000 well-equipped members of the Egyptian army crossed the Suez and attacked fewer than 500 Israeli defenders. And in the Golan Heights , approximately 180 Israeli tanks faced an onslaught of 1,400 Syrian tanks.

Initial Israeli military losses were significant. And assistance was requested from the USA .

At that time, our reconnaissance satellites didn't have the capability to provide the intelligence needed to sufficiently assess the situation. So, we were alerted to prepare to fly SR-71 missions over the area of conflict, then recover in England . It was a mission within the design capability of the aircraft, although such a long, logistically-difficult mission never previously accomplished.

Within the first few days of the conflict, the supporting Arab nations initiated an oil embargo, making oil a weapon of war and contributed to a decision by the British government to deny us a recovery any place in England .

A Plan B was rapidly drawn up to fly the SR-71 out of the East Coast, then recover back in New York at Griffiss AFB. These newly planned 12,000 mile missions would require (5) five air to air refuelings from (16)sixteen KC-135 tankers based in Spain .

In the utmost secrecy, we mobilized and deployed. A few days later, our first photo/electronic reconnaissance mission was successfully completed.

I was a fairly young pilot in the squadron, with only 120 hours of SR-71 time under my belt. I was assigned to fly a backup SR-71 and to stay at Griffiss in an alert posture, and be prepared to fly follow-on missions. Then I served as back-up alert on two more successful missions.

My turn to be the primary aircraft came up next. The excitement level was high. And I certainly wanted to be part of another success.

Takeoff was at 2AM on a brisk and clear autumn night with about fifteen inches of snow already on the ground. It was peacefully calm . . until I lit both of the 34,000 lb. thrust afterburners.

The first 450 miles had to be flown subsonic at .9 Mach, since we had to clear the commercial aircraft flight tracks off the East Coast before I could safely re-fuel. Most pilots don't know the true meaning of dark until they've been in a situation like this. You might compare it to refueling in an inkwell. I then made made three radio silent electronic rendezvous with three tankers out over the North Atlantic before dawn . . taking on 10,000 gallons of fuel.

After completing a few post-refueling checks, I lit the afterburners and started my acceleration to a leisurely Mach 3 cruise across the Atlantic . The airplane performed flawlessly, thanks to the extra special effort by the maintenance guys.

About 2000 miles across the Atlantic , I watched with excitement as the sun came up right in my face, giving me a nice vantage point.

The next refueling was a couple hundred miles north of the Azores . I took on another 10,000 gallons from a couple more tankers.

I started my second acceleration and headed for Gibraltar . At 80,000 feet, cruising through the center of the narrow straits with clear weather and 100 miles of visibility on both sides. Spectacular.

Then I proceeded down the Mediterranean toward Israel where the weather was becoming worse as per flight plan's forecast.

The third air refueling south of Crete , although in poor weather, went along as scheduled. Now packing in a full load of 80,000 lbs of JP-7 fuel, I lit the afterburners and started the acceleration toward the target area.

At maximum fuel flow in full afterburner, a RED engine oil quantity low light illuminated steady on my emergency warning panel.

In almost unbelief . . I momentarily stared at it !

I instantly scanned oil pressure, rpm, exhaust gas temperature, nozzle position for other indications of trouble. Although there were no confirming indications of problems, I couldn’t just ignore the situation and continue on into the target area with the possibility of an engine failure at supersonic speed out over the Sinai.

We had no viable emergency airfields that could handle the SR-71. And I certainly did not want to be a no-notice, no-flight plan, single engine emergency arrival at David Ben Gurion airport in Tel Aviv. Especially, since the Israeli government had not been told about our missions, and they were focused on major battles for their own survival.

I took the engines out of afterburner to access the situation, and think about the best course of action.

Then I had a pleasant surprise.

After coming out of afterburner the critical red warning light went out. I became fairly-well convinced that it was a false momentary indication.

But it had cost me roughly 400 gallons of critically needed fuel. My tankers were now 80 miles behind me . . and they were moving further away each second. And re-joining them to top off fuel, would present a whole new set of problems [ I won't get into.]

I decided to re-light the burners and press on. I had a 5 second flash of the same red light during acceleration. Then it went out. Stayed out.

My flight track went down the Suez past Cairo before making a left turn at Mach 3.15 to cross the battle lines in the Sinai. With panoramic and specific point cameras providing imagery of hundreds of targets on both sides of the SR-71, I flew North across the Dead Sea and Golan Heights . Approaching Lebanon , I made a sweeping right turn out over Syria and then back to the Sinai on a parallel flight path for maximum coverage. The airplane was running well. I pushed it up a bit to Mach 3.2 before exiting Egypt near Port Said .

Once out over the Mediterranean , I started a descent to 25,000 feet to hit my fourth set of refuelers.

But as fate would have it, I was not only beong low on fuel because of my previous oil low warning problem, but now a thunderstorm had reached up and it was now enclosing the air re-fueling contact point.

Using our internal electronic azimuth and distance measuring equipment, my backseater got me to within less than a mile behind my tanker. But now, visibility was so poor that I could not see it.

In lousy weather, very low on fuel, I continued twenty miles down the refueling track. By this time, there was just one-half mile and 1000 feet of separation from the tanker.

Small break between the clouds. Hooked up.

I had less than 15 minutes of fuel left, when we made re-fueling contact with the tanker and started transferring. The nearest emergency runway was roughly 100 miles away on Crete .

Needless to say, I was very thankful to my tanker buddies, backseater, and good equipment for that rendezvous. What a relief ! It gave me an entirely new meaning to ' finding a gas station ' . . when I really needed one.

We completed a fifth 10,000 gallon air refueling near the Azores before proceeding on a leisurely Mach 3 flight across the mid-Atlantic to a landing at Seymour Johnson.

Within 20 minutes, our people had the photo and electronic intelligence equipment downloaded, then onboard a dedicated AF courier flight to a Photo Interpretation Center in D.C.

Including 6 hours 41 minutes of supersonic speed, the round-trip flight covered more than 12,000 miles in 10 hours 49 minutes.

After landing, I remember wondering what Lindbergh would have thought about the amazing advancements in aviation technology.

These missions were not declassified until the early 1990's when the SR-71 program was closed at the end of the Cold War. Most of the remaining birds are now in various museums.

The one I flew is the centerpiece at SAC's Air and Space museum near Omaha .

Col. Jim Wilson, USAF ( Ret.)

[abridged ]

SR-71 Photo Archive taken at Seymour Johnson AFB during the Yom Kippur War Operation "OLSB"

Entire SR-71 crew at Seymour Johnson AFB, North Carolina during the Yom Kippur War 1973.

The following personnel participated in the first missions flown out of OLSB. Additional crewmembers (not listed) also participated in these missions. This is the manifest for the Wing Staff personnel on the left and Maintenance on the right.

The following photos are the only ones known to exist of the SR-71 Operations at Seymour Johnson from October, 1973 to April, 1974. At the time, Seymour Johnson was in the process of an ORI (Operational Readiness Inspection) with their B-52's and KC-135's. The Seymour Johnson Wing Commander was not the least bit impressed when we showed up with a DOD directed mission (Yom Kippur War Flights). He was irate about usage of his facilities (We cleared out one of his large hangars and put the two SR's, KC-135Q and our mobile film processing center in the hangar). Additionally, he complained of fuel usage from his facilities by the 9th SRW. A phone call to the Pentagon by 9th SRW Commander Colonel Patrick Halloran resulted in the following, as Pat said: "The problems just went away". The critical war assessment missions were flown as scheduled and we departed Seymour Johnson in April of 1974. I am sure they were glad to see us go home.

The photos show the trailer which was purchased and moved into the hangar for SR-71 Operational Control and the Photo Processing Center which was comprised of 2X4's and plastic sheeting to keep the dust out. The two SR's were parked side by side in the hangar with the KC-135Q tanker opposite the Blackbirds. The flights lasted 10 or 11 hours and in one instance, the Pilot had to be assisted out of the Blackbird. The photo reconnaissance "Take" resulted in conclusive evidence of the location of Arab and Israeli forces. The photos provided the President and Defense Analysts with firm decision making capabilities to help defuse the Yom Kippur War.

OL-SB Photo Archive

[carrot-cake-mix]

These are my take on the SB and Foxy human designs I did back in January, I share all my fnaf stuff on my instagram which I linked here https://www.instagram.com/carrot.cake.mix?igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==

You can find more other characters I designed there and which I’ll share here too of course, but I mostly post on instagram since it’s easier for me

Here’s their races and ethnicities I put my research into

Freddy: Irish and Native American mix from the Ute tribe

Bonnie: Hawaiian born Polynesian Samoan

Roxy: American born Argentina Puerto Rican mix

Monty: African American

Chica: your casual white American girl

Foxy: Arab born Jordanian

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

[lesmotsdemoi]

Christine’s Nail Art Therapy 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

1️⃣ Glam Nails Challenge August 2024

Theme: Sun 🌞

2️⃣ My A2Z Untried Challenge

Mani # 57

Featuring:

🌞 Polished for Days Baja Blasted

🌞 Stamping Plates

Sugar Bubbles SB 24

🌞 Stamping Polishes

Messy Mansion Chalk

Moyra SP Silver Holo

Emily de Molly Rex Orange

H La Cosedura Arab Street Naranja

Twinkled T Subtweet

[bagskate]

Antimony is a chemical element; it has symbol Sb (from Latin stibium) and atomic number 51. A lustrous grey metal or metalloid, it is found in nature mainly as the sulfide mineral stibnite (Sb2S3). Antimony compounds have been known since ancient times and were powdered for use as medicine and cosmetics, often known by the Arabic name kohl.

Elemental Haiku, Mary Soon Lee

part of @simmyfrobby's nhl periodic table poems series

"yankees stadium hosts its first outdoor hockey game, rangers vs devils 2014", dave sandford / p.k. subban, 2011 heritage classic, jeff vinnick / from the hector leblanc collection / photo unsourced, most likely by jay capers

[tenderhaunted]

i had 2 sb the person who put this on my dash but yall annoy me sm. like

it was under biden that roe v wade was overturned. it was under biden where anti trans bills have been popping up left n right. biden still hasnt offered student loan forgiveness from what i know like. yall making shit up to keep up the façade of vote blue no matter what. all bc u dont wanna admit that brown & Arab lives dont matter to yall enough to at least Try and use ur power as voters to force political leaders to actually go thru with their promises.

[s1gmagirl]

hi sorry i just need to tell you about this-

in arabic we are taking a historical-fiction novel about the life Queen Shajar-Al-Dor (doubt you know her but it's about her)

Now, she was enslaved by the mongols and shit after they invaded her homeland in Persia, and then she was bought by a prince etc etc. (i dont want to go into detail because it's kind of disturbing imo) before she rose to the throne.

Anyway, this was all NOT included in the novel since it takes place after she marries into the royal family, so the arabic teacher explained all of this historical context beforehand.

Some people were kind of confused and asked questions and i dont remember what exactly (i wasnt paying attention) but some question apparently prompted her to say, and I am paraphrasing here, that "she wasn't originally a slave, like she didnt have dark skin or anything, she came from a very noble family"

i shit you not, the whole class fell silent and just stared at her. MOST OF US ARE BROWN OR OLIVE-SKINNED. THERE ARE ONLY 2 WHITE KIDS HERE.

Like, ma'am, no. Ik the history and all, but WHITE SLAVES EXISTED. AND YOU DON'T JUST IMPLY THAT SOMEBODY CANT BE ENSLAVED BECAUSE THEY AIN'T POC 😭

ik this sounds random but i just NEEDED to tell sb

DUDE WHAT THE HELL.

HOW IS SHE EVEN ALLOWED TO TEACH IF SHE SAID THAT ERM..

[skopostheorie]

i hope ur ok with these kinds of questions, how do you usually juggle learning more than one language at a time? im learning 2 extra ones and want to pick up more later down the line, and im not sure how to balance them both equally

To the contrary I love these sorts of questions! I only worry you're all thinking a bit too highly of me and will be disappointed when you discover it's shitty advice.

Well, at this stage it's not too hard because my languages count for my university classes, so I just study for them "equally" in the same way you study anything equally to pass your course. I know that's sort of vague, but it's easier when everything you should be doing is already spelled out for you.

But it wasn't always that way! Beforehand, I'll be honest, I just went with the flow. I rarely made a schedule or anything, I just let interests in particular languages come and go in waves. Now sometimes I'd make certain balancing targets; if Japanese was on the backburner I'd make my nighttime reading a Japanese novel or something while my textbook was for Arabic, etc.

Oh! Also! I use SBS radio and those broadcasts happen daily. It gives me 2 hours of practice even if it's not active.

So my answer would be that you keep all your practice alive by having random things in your life that encourage you to use the language; Discords, YouTube channels, books, radio, and so on.

[lulubui]

Scarabee and Kitty Claw Au [movie special]

The au belongs to @a-chlolix-blog with the idea just randomly popped out of my mind.

I just gonna give it a try about my Shanghai sketch based on their SB and KC au, if you reading this @a-chlolix-blog , I love your au and hope this can be the first au base special.

So let's begin.

Take place earlier into season 2, around post Befana after Marinette got the Dragon miraculous.

Alot of things change in the Shanghai special with some detailed that the next mlb au tales will be needed.

-Like the beginning of the movie, Gabriel researched about the prodigious and the Chinese legends, he then send both Adrien and Chloe to their with him (With audrey permission too).

-Hearing that, Chloe tranform into Kitty Claw and inform Scarabee that she will have to move away from Paris. Similar with Stallion star.

-On the other hand, Alix's family also have an invitation to Shanghai for a ancient sculptures which is also related to Hawkmoth/ Gabriel plans. The villain requesting for Alim to go into the old kung-fu school and find the secret prodigious.

-Alix who knew something wouldn't gone well so she give Kitty Claw an alarms cat with four buttons, one for each heroes (Scarabee, Kitty Claw, Stallion and Draconia). They also have the similar type of doll but all represent their heroes indentity.

-After Befana, Gina question if Marinette want to visited her uncle, who now famous with his signature soup (Kung-food) and pay a visit to her mother home country.

-The girl worried about the money as her parents and Gina told they will take care of that. She agree.

-4 of them all went to Shanghai with 2 side not no the other appearance.

[Alix inform Marinette and they were in one group.]

[Chloe and Adrien go as a group]

[They forgot to tell each other. Mostly Chloe being rage at her mother for sending her to Shanghai, Alix did told them but didn't told about her destination. Similar to Marinette who begin to late.]

~

All of them arrive at Shanghai.

Marinette noticed Adrien and Chloe

Alix spotted a strange girl.

Fei who secretly steal people stuff

(Fei past still be the same in this Au's)

Feeling unusual, Longg and Tikki warn each other through their owner pigtails, as the crowded become big, splitting them up. Fei take her opportunity to appoarch the rich kid group, as she immediately pause and take a turn due to Adrien's bodyguard.

Due to Alix height she been cut off from Marinette (being pulled away by those bullied), her father and Gabriel were having a meeting (carefully since Gabriel will spoiled his identity without caution).

-Hey little girl? Lost from your parents?

-Shut the fuck up or I will spit out Arabic you fucking perverted.

Before they get to shove her, Jalil having a siblings radar and sense a dangerous things so he bolted to her place and punch the heck out of the guy. (1 out of 5 being eliminated)

-Luckily those boxing lesson with Nora seems useful for this type of situation.

Marinette from no where appear, crushing the other two. (3 out of 5 being eliminated)

A girl sudden appear (Fei) beaten the other one, with Alix totally smacking the last one hard in his nuts. (all of them being eliminted. Victory)

-Alix! Are you okay? Did they SA you?! Do you need me to push them down the river behind you?

Jalil worried, Marinette about to crushed them, while that happends, Fei sneakingly stole Marinette choker, which Longg felt a bad feelling before freezed when they knew something wrong was happended, they been suck into the choker, later on being put into the pink purse.

Chloe and Adrien sees the scene, run to, the blondie who watched Alix flipping off the male that two times her side having butterflies inside her stomache. Adrien also recognized Marinette martial talented which she leared from her mother.

Fei assited Alix up since the girl just fell to knock out the guy, while helping dust off, she slyly take the earring, but only got one as Chloe called out Alix name.

-Hey SHORTIE!!!!

Fei tense up and get away with one earring and a choker with some stuff from Marinette pocket. She later on give to Cash who bargain her a small price. Since Alix left out only an earring, Tikki being reannounced into it as well as Longg. Chloe happily reunited with Alix.

The group united and splitted out again, Alix with her family at the exhibition, Adrien and Chloe at the fashion (to which Chloe didn't have any pleased to be here), Marinette got lost into the main street.

Marinette and Fei scenario recreated, but with Longg be able to exit the necklace and witness the scene between Fei and Cash, they then pick up the earing the moment Fei switched between the choker.

Marinette lost her believe in Fei and run away, Longg stopped explained the problems. They then encounter a ruin school.

Back at the Kubdel family, Alix was in the school with her dad and brother, without knowing they accidently open the secret door. Hawkmoth show up as they all ran away. Alim and Jalil being protective as Alix find it hard to transform both for her lost earring and the family supervise.

The pink hair girl have no choice as pressed and call out the other hereos, whom both transform and arrive at the school, Marinette already there with Longg so she asked Longg to return the earing quickly, they did as Alix be able to transform.

Fei catched up on Marinette so she been delayed her transform, they heard a noise so go in and investigate.

The prodigious and Hawkmoth scene still remain as canon but with Draconia and Stallion, Fei able to use the amulet yet unable to become the dragon. Cash attack in his akumatized form, later on the statue, which wiped off both Hawkmoth and 1/50 the population of Shanghai.

Draconia encouraged Fei; Stallion, Scarabee and Kitty Claw fight agaisnt the statue, which also wiped off both Stallion and Kitty Claw, Scarabee have a panic attack, Draconia become stress as de-trasform (already use all her elements) in the corner of the building.

The statue blast off the corner, Marinette fell, Fei turn into a dragon and save her.

Understanding her power, she team-up with Scarabee and Draconia and defeated the statue, also become the true prodigious. Stallion return with Kitty Claw, Scarabee pulled the cat into a hug which make her blushed hardly and hug back (with a kiss).

Fei being ask to worked in Marinette uncle restaurant, Alix and Chloe hang out a bit, and everything sovles.

~~~~~

Cut off from the canon, this is the au post ending for the next Scarabee and Kitty Claw movie that I think off - relted to Vietnam so I could write about Kim and more Chloix romance. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

At the end, while everyone packing up to returned, Fei receive an mysterious letter, in which the owner of it would recover fully her kung0fu with a special sponsor. The renlings then told her to get back at the place where she met Mei Shi, only to found a water pouring fountain with weird symbol crossing over it.

Later on, after left and went out, Fei meet an old man who resemble almost identical her adoptive father and an old woman.

"Who are you?"

"You wouldn't want to knew me yet LadyDragon, or I may say the new holder of the Chinese prodigious."

"We're here to tell you about the power that you're holding as it also related to your country"

Fei baffle look at the couple before been warn by the renlings, however Mei Shi didn't seem to bother as it come out, to most of Fei shocked, the couple look normal over the spirit like creature.

"Fei, from what I sense, these two are the last vigilante prodigious master. They have a protection aura that only myself can sense it"

The girl worried as willing to be in defence stance, but on what the spirit said, she soften and greeted. They acquaint about her future destination as well as the water fountain symbol.

"If Scarabee and Kitty Claw call out, don't hesitate and fly to their place. We won't be here for long afterward, let's hope all great things happen to you"

yeah, so the next au special gonna take place 1 year after in Vietnam since Miraculous have a few hints in that country, such as Kim's origins and one of the Ladybug holder from there too. I do not knowing when the series will told about it so I wanna make my own headcanon and fic about that with Chlolix shipped

Love yall and have a great day :3

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[almostfancywombat]

Amias Story Modern AU

(college au for my bastard children)

The end of class is all Amias needs to be spurred into thunder; tossing his bag over his shoulder, he catapults over the desk, clearing its length before landing with a flourish. Worn sneakers scrape against carpet as he launches into the hall, hearing his classmates and professor’s disgruntled exclamations.

Cheerfully humming, he weaves through his peers. Half-hearted greetings spill from his lips, the bare minimum to appease the hordes before he tears himself free from the surging throng, skirting along the hall’s edge, face nearly skimming the windows. Approaching the lobby, he soars out the doors and into the quad, dancing between the students milling about. Ever eccentric, Amias doesn’t draw much attention. If anything, it would be odder not to see him making a fool of himself.

Instead of returning to his car, he migrates to the library. Tucked into a study room, Amias spends the next hour editing next week’s video and ends up taking a nap on the beanbags strewn about, stealing half a dozen to hide beneath. Accompanied by a steady shuffle of papers and clicking keys, he weight on his chest and arctic air lulls him into a fitful nap.

Amias sleeps through his first two alarms and the student librarian wakes him when his 20th alarm blares. Thanking the girl, he tosses his belongings into his bag and rushes to the parking lot. Across the school, in the business department, Wren sits waiting for him to pick her up for lunch.

Shuffling along, he exits the building, squinting. He snags a scooter from a passing student and zips away. A cobbled path connects every department, and

Still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he abandons the scooter on the stairs outside. He shoots Wren a message, sitting down as he awaits a response. Meanwhile, he studies the students dotting the yard.

The business sector is filled with point-dexters and wanna-be Finance Bros, everything Wren is not. Despite her hobbies, she’s majoring in International Commerce, minoring in Mandarin, and taking additional classes in Arabic. She must enjoy abusing her mind. Today, her final class ends at 1:00, and since he ferries her from place to place, Amias will treat her to lunch-dinner.

ME  Where are you?? 😣 ❤️ Wren ❤️ otusdie bc 👍 Sorry talking with sb rn Stupid empjis

His head snaps around, scanning every nook and cranny. When he finally spots her, he’s surprised to find her sitting at a bench, sandwiched between a hijab-clad lady, and young man. Too youthful to be a college student, he has a fresh and startling visage, shocking Amias with traits atypical of his apparent race.

Though, it is difficult to be certain. As a world traveler, Amias has met people from all backgrounds, witnessed the pinnacle of beauty and fashion, yet none are as astounding as this boy.

An odd mix of characteristics. Tan skin, milky blue eyes and a nest of cinnamon sugar hair. He has a thousand-mile stare, deep, dark circles beneath his eyes. Despite this, his features are soft, not yet fully formed. He and the lady share the same eye shape, but they are otherwise incomparable.

Waving, Amias’ lips quirk upwards in the ghost of a smile. But when he realizes Wren is helping set up a laptop with high contrast mode and a million-point font, he cringes. His hand slips back to his side. The boy is visually impaired and not looking his way, but staring into space.

Wren huffs, still fiddling with the settings. “Sorry it’s taking so long. We should’ve done this during summer camp when we had the translators, but I didn’t have access to the school’s laptops.”

“It’s alright, you’ve done enough,” the lady says. To his linguistically untrained ears, her accent mistakenly registers as Turkish, but Amias is certain he’s incorrect.

The boy mumbles incoherently. Wren somehow understands.

“Yeah, it’s silly. I get that they’re busy, but the very least–” Wren accidentally hits text-to-speech, and the computer spews a Turkic-sounding language. She and the boy jolt, scrambling to turn down the volume.

Slinking over, Amias clears his throat, so as not to startle them. Keeping a safe distance between the other pair, he instead hovers over Wren, feeling her head on his chest. Fortunately, she recognizes the scent of his shampoo and relaxes.

“Amias! What are you doing here?”

He feels her head turn, cheek now pressing onto him.

“Surprise, surprise.” He grumbles. His hands glide over the screen, desperately accessing the toolbar. Despite the undecipherable language, he knows this model’s general layout well enough to disable the function. “I fell asleep in the library and woke up in time to treat you to Lunchner.”

“Oh shit. Can’t believe I almost missed Lunch-Dinner,” she whispers. She slams a few more keys, and the computer finishes its set-up procedures. The text is in what appears to be some Arabic script. “Great. Bye, Sieon, Sieon’s mom. I’ll see you next Thursday. Text or email me if you have any issues until then. I gave y’all my information, right?”

“Yes,” the lady answers, waving around a sticky note. “Thank you again, Wren.”

“S’no problem. Just glad to be of help.”

The boy mumbles and nods, leaning in toward the computer screen as he types a password. His other hand lifts a neon sticky note into the air. Wren’s number is imprinted with a thick permanent marker.

Unperturbed by his sudden appearance, the boy stares and murmurs in a foreign language. When she doesn’t respond, he repeats in the same quiet, steady tone.

Engrossed in packing her bag, it takes a seventh attempt until Wren notices. She takes a moment to process and cuts him off. She responds in Mandarin, which Amias mostly comprehends.

“Eh? Yeah, that’s my friend. 自从我哥哥最近找到工作以来，他就开车送我。I like going with him. 他总是给我送零食。” Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Wren practically throws out her hip to avoid hitting another table. She resumes on her way as if nothing happened and calls over her shoulder, waving. “Anyway, see ya.”

Amias waits until Wren occupies his side to move. Once they’re a safe distance away from the pair, he interrogates her.

“Who were you talking to?”

Wren inhales, prepping for a rant. “Sieon-Fletch Alimjan, a high-school junior. He’s taking English and dual-enrollment classes here.”

“And do you happen to know where he’s from?”

“Said he and his mom just moved from Urumqi, but his dad was already working in the States. They barely immigrated this past summer due to visa issues, and we actually met during June, at a camp I volunteered at. Apparently, the twin’s parents are their co-sponsors, and his dad is working for the same place my mom does, so we’re destined to be in each other’s lives in some way or another.” She scratches her cheek. “Even if he’s younger, I don’t mind. He reminds me of my brother.”

“It’s nice that you’re able to help,” notes Amias with a twinge of pride. She’s come a long way from refusing to even talk to teachers. “Look at you! You’ve developed such a talent for talking with people.”

Wren shrugs. “Not really. He speaks Uyghur, but more Mandarin than English, and I won that study abroad contest, so I’m pretty good at it. I’m only good with him because the admins sorta offered me extra credit for something to tour his family. We get along fine, but he has another aid to help him around when I can’t. Oh, guess what? He's going to Berlian, our old high school. Coincidence, isn’t it?” Then, in a quieter voice, she adds, “You know, I don’t think we would be friends if we hadn’t met so early.”

“How could you say that?” It stings, but he plays it off as a joke. While Amias knows his abrasive personality is off-putting, he’s always restrained it for her, just as she dilutes some aspects of hers. That’s how their relationship works, at least; they have clear boundaries that are hardly crossed, so there’s no reason to enforce arbitrary rules. “We were both weird kids, so I knew we’d get along. Who else had a family member who spoke French?”

“Roman,” she answers, balancing on a curb stop.

He winces. That weird band dictator who insists on auditioning despite having no time? Amias never wishes to make his acquaintance. “He doesn’t count because he’s Quebecois, and his accent is bad.”

Wren stares long and hard. She blinks slowly, like a cat. “I always knew French people were rude, but you’re like, unnecessarily evil sometimes.” Then, before he can act offended, she expertly switches topics. “Anyway, what’s so important that we gotta leave school early?”

“Nothing much,” says Amias, unlocking his car. Sliding behind the steering wheel, he tosses his bag into the backseat and toggles with the radio. Expectant, he eyes Wren. “I’m taking you to Dos-i-Deux to celebrate surviving our first day back.”

Clenching her jaw, Wren remains resolute. A homebody by nature, she prefers drinking instant coffee at home. He’s testing her, playing right into her weakness. But a glance at him sends her resolution tumbling.

“Fine,” she concedes, tossing her bag through the window. It hits him in the face and he carelessly chucks it, a small act of revenge. “Why do the coffee shops in town have the wackest names?” She ponders aloud and runs through a mental list before stopping abruptly. “Turn on the AC.”

“Do you pay for my gas?”

“Turn on the AC,” demands Wren, grabbing and flapping her collar.

He grabs her hand, stopping her from flashing passersby. They enter a staring contest, a death match between an immovable object and an unstoppable force. But relenting to Wren’s will is inevitable. She doesn’t have to say anything before  he’s sighing and reaching for the dial.

Whatever. Whatever Wren wants, Wren will seize. It doesn’t help that, when it comes to her, Amias has a backbone like a chocolate eclair.

On full blast, a cold breeze knocks his hair into disarray. “Can I just lower it?”

“No.” Wren nods, then proceeds to steal his phone and monopolize the radio. Her taste in music is strange; she blares music from eras bygone in languages Amias has never heard.

Nevertheless, they mumble along, and when they reach Dos-i-Deux’s, he has already acquired a taste for Bad Bunny and indigenous Siberian rock. The latter is somewhat expected of her completely random tastes, but Amias picks up Morales influence; Lucinda has raved about the previous, but he hadn’t taken her word on the singer until now.

“The usual?”

Feet on the seat, she holds her knees to her chest. The blue light of her phone illuminates her face. “Yup. I’ll Venmo you the $6.50 later.”

Amias pauses to ruffle her hair. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll just deduct from your snack allowance when you come over to study.”

“Ugh.” She slides back in the seat, slamming a palm into her forehead. “Don’t remind me. Can we invite Pan? She’s the only reason we got into this school and she’ll be the only reason we stay in it.”

Laughing, Amias retrieves his wallet and crosses the parking lot. Head swiveling around, he takes in the city, hears its bustle. It’s near the local college campus and a well-placed suburb in a quieter part of town. What he wouldn’t do to leave this place.

Greeting the lady at the counter, he intends to ask about her paid internship. They’ve developed a repertoire, with him helping to introduce her to one of his many contacts while she offers free drinks and company whenever he doesn’t want to work at home. Much to his complete and utter dismay, an entirely different yet still familiar girl turns around to greet him.

Suddenly, the bright decor fades like watercolors left in the rain. The once cozy place, small with heaps of decorative pillows on benches, feels stifling. Is it getting hotter? Is he on the verge of fainting?

“Oh shit,” Amias mutters. Too late to exit, he steels himself and undergoes incredible mental gymnastics in the few seconds it takes to cross the threshold. To emotionally devastate her, or not? He better play it safe. He reciprocates Molly’s wave but lacks the enthusiasm, limp-wristed as his lips curl into a thin line. Leave, he must.

Attempting to place the order and bolt, Amias tries ignoring her, but that ghastly smile remains plastered across her face. After stating Wren’s simple order and requesting a substitution for regular milk, he divulges his diabetes-inducing concoction of syrup, coconut milk, and double whipped cream. Molly is excruciatingly slow to input it. With a heavy heart, he realizes he must participate in the treacherous thing called Small Talk.

Idle banter is not his style; it saps his very soul from his body.

“So, you work here now?”

Hilarious, coincidental, even, that it happens to be the cafe he frequents. He’s starred in a few local, cringe-worthy ads for the place, but perhaps it’s time to cut ties and move on to greater vistas, like their competitors who’ve offered to scoop him up once his contract ends.

The girl twirls a strand of dyed hair, a similar shade to his peroxide locks. “Yeah, today’s my first day. I just got hired.”

“Can’t believe you got another so soon,” grumbles Amias, jamming his card into the slot. “Don’t make my order, then. I’ll take my business elsewhere. I don’t want it to look like shit.”

“Why’re you being so mean?” Molly pouts, leaning in.

Amias grimaces. He forgot she’s into strange, strange things, influenced by the female version of those Alpha Male podcasts and mistakes his Molly-oriented misogyny for attraction.

Sighing, he tugs a chair free and plops onto it, slouching over the table. Amias scrolls through his messages, finding them mostly filled with alerts to redundant comments posted by his younger fanbase. Still, he responds to a fellow creator and a few subscribers in the time it takes Molly to prepare his order.

Scrutinizing it, he deems her training as effective. “Who trained you?”

She beams, relishing in him initiating the conversation. “Some exchange student. Aline something? Has a funny accent?”

He scoops up the drinks, making a mental reminder to inform the manager of Aline’s miraculous teaching abilities.

“M’kay, bye, thanks!” He says, voice sing-song. The second drink rests in his hand while his copiously sweet concoction rests in the crook of his elbow. He bolts before he can feel guilty about not leaving a tip.

Shuffling back to the car, Amias spots Wren staring at her phone, mouth moving. Puzzled, he observes her for a moment, knocking on the door to signal her to unlock it.

He steals a sip from both beverages before setting them in the cup holders. “Who were you talking to? Did Sieon call for something?”

Instead of her bumbling voice, a deeper register responds. “Me.”

Amias jolts, eyes darting to the rearview mirror. A pair of sharp, cat-like eyes stare back. Practically tossing himself into Wren’s lap, he peers between the seats. The boy looks to be seventeen or eighteen, likely his age. Entirely unbothered, dark brown eyes crinkle as the only hint at the smile he flashes beneath his mask. A hand rises to tousle long, wavy hair.

Gorgeous, gorgeous young man. Instantly, Amias decides to despise him with every fiber of his being as he unbuckles and turns around.

“Who the fuck are you and why are you in my car?”

“Language!” With a hand gripping his hair, Wren shoves Amias back into his seat. “Let me explain.”

“You better! He’s even wearing a mask.”

“Allergies,” the stranger justifies.

Utterly perplexed, Amias throws open the door. Turning back to Wren, he shoots her a look that demands she follow his example. With her complying, he grabs his keys and locks car, consequently trapping the boy inside.

The boy presses his face against the glass, miming sorrow. Wren laughs, and Amias snaps to reign in her attention, but he also drifts. From inside the shop, he spots Molly peeking out. When they make eye contact, he sends a withering glare her way. For good measure, he flips her off.

The intruder rolls down the window, studying them.

“Roll it back up,” Amias demands.

“Nah, leave him,” Wren says with a shrug.

“You’re fine with this?”

“Sure, why not? Let’s go inside. It’s not a complicated story, but I want him to tell you, too, and your car isn’t exactly the best place. He’s freaked out about how expensive it is.”

Inside? In Molly’s domain? Amias thinks the fuck not.

“Get back in. We’re going where there aren’t so many witnesses.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

Impossibly, the boy finds no issue with the statement. His compliance makes Amias feel like the worst person in the world as he slides back behind the wheel, intent on driving far, far from the establishment. To dissipate the stifling air, he flips through radio stations before connecting his phone. He scrolls through dozens of playlists, attempting to find one that would suit his assumption of the boy’s taste. He feels like it will be something entirely unexpected. Tedious, Amias deigns to ask.

“Do you have a favorite singer or band?”

“Lady Gaga,” comes his candid response.

And so, the listening party begins with Poker Face. Amias is too mentally exhausted to care when he realizes he accidentally looped the song and it repeats for the ride’s duration. Even more disturbing, the boy doesn’t seem to mind. Amias feels a spark of respect for the boy; he has no room to judge someone who demands to hear Lady Gaga after agreeing to be driven away by a stranger.

He speaks fluently, yet in short, choppy sentences, almost reserved. “I was chased by a dog. Wren allowed me inside, so I came.”

That’s one thing explained; she’s terrified of dogs and would gladly aid anyone suffering similarly. “But that doesn’t explain why you let him in my car.”

“I wouldn’t have if it was something smaller, but it was a labrador.” Leaning in, she tugs Amais down to her height, whispering in his ear. “Also, he was running super fast. It intrigued me.”

Oh. My. God. She has the mental process of a kindgartener when it comes to choosing people to become infatuated with.

Amias indignantly huffs. “So?”

Wren punches his arm, hard. “The kid I was helping set up the computer,” she begins, “is his host family’s son. They just moved to the area from across town because Yanan’s participating in some sports competition thing, and the best training center in the nation just so happens to belong to some local university. Right?”

Nodding, the newly-annointed Yanan beams. He seems eager to share every detail, but Amias lacks the patience for rants and cuts to the chase.

“Great. Nice meeting you, Yanan. Just tell me where you live. I’ll drop you off, but you owe me gas.”

“Money for gas,” adds Wren, clarifying.

Yanan tilts his head and huffs. “Sorry. All my money is still in yuan because I get better rates here - the rate is terrible when you do the exchange at home. I could give it later. Do you have WeChat?”

Amias scoffs; he’ll pass on trusting a stranger’s word. He supposes he must relent his incessant rudeness and be nice for once. Already, he plans for damage control and bribery in the likely case Yanan takes to the internet to share what a major jerk he is.

“Oh, never mind,” he piques. “My host family lives around this area. Thank you, but I’ll walk.”

“Problem solved, then,” Amias says, already dragging Wren to the car. But she halts when she hears her name, Yanan thwarting their escape.

“Wren, right?” Yanan tilts his head. “Let’s get coffee sometime. My treat.” He suggests, offering his phone. The case is obscenely cutesy, an animal with a transparent pocket containing a holographic photo. Stickers decorate the heap of metal and plastic.

“Sure,” says Wren. Weighing the device in her hands, she smiles. “What’d you give me this for? I believe you about the RMB to USD exchange rate being trash, but I think it’s currently seven to one.”

Yanan blanks. “What?”

“Huh?”

Amias releases a delirious laugh and praises the heavens for the first time in his life. Wren is too embarrassed to assume anything about other people’s intentions. She’s not shy and will gladly ask for clarification, but the gears in her brain turn very slowly when confronted with something strange.

He clears his throat, interjecting before she remembers why people give each other phones after making favorable first impressions.

“Come on. Your mom said I need to get you home before three today. She’s bringing over one of your neighbors for that tamale workshop.”

Yanan sneakily glances at his phone. It’s barely 1:05.

“Ooh, Mrs. Garcia. I love that old lady. Are you staying for that?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Successful with his distraction, Amais swipes the phone from her hands and returns it to the mysterious exchange student. He places an arm around her shoulders and guides her back into the car. In the rearview mirror, he sees Yanan shaking his limbs out. Then, he leans down

“He seems like a nice boy,” comments Wren, sticking her hand out the window to view his escape. “If Sieon’s family is hosting him, what university do you think he's attending? What kinda major does he look like?”

Amias shrugs. Their university is down the street, then a conservatory for musicians, then acommunity college. In the next town over, there’s a trade school.  He hopes Yanan attends one of the latter two and was only near their campus to tour it.

“I think he’d get along with our friends. It’s too bad we probably might not see him unless it’s through Sieon. People like him don’t live normal lives, do they?” Without allowing him a chance to breathe, she continues. “Do you think he’s doing online classes, holed up in a practice room? Then he practices to bring glory to a state that isn’t even in the same country as his and repeats the entire thing. And when he leaves, it’ll be without experiencing much of anything because he wasted all that time pursuing his craft.”

“Uh… Is that still a questions?” asks Amias, squinting.

“No, just observations. The thought is depressing. But could that be fulfilling to some people?”

Secretly, Amias hopes they’ll never see him again. For a more standard experience in an American university, Yanan should attend their rival school.

“Eh, maybe. You’re reading too much into this one interaction.” He nearly adds that she could always check if he’s on social media if she’s that concerned, but he’d rather enjoy her undivided attention for a moment longer.

Pulling out of the parking lot, Amias steers ahead. They soon come to a stop sign, where Yanan stands, plucking at keys on his phone. Wren rolls down the window and sticks her head out to offer a departing salutation. Yanan laughs, and Amias glares at him through the rearview mirror. Amias sees him reaching up to grab a descending flower. Bringing it to his nose, he waves.

Amias slams on the gas pedal, nearly flying over the speedbump.

“Hey, watch it!” Wren yelps, arms bracing herself against the dashboard.

Already, Wren has launched into a retelling of today’s events. Amias hopes this means she’s forgotten about the strange, new boy, but his dreams are crushed when she slams her head onto the dashboard and screeches, nearly causing him to swerve into a tree. Heart painfully thumping, he stares at her with wide eyes and gritted teeth. It feels like he’ll burst a vein.

“What?” He snarls. “What, Wren? What?”

“Was that dude asking for my number?”

[houseofgeeks]

How to watch the Olympics

Behind the cut is a list of all the countries with their rights holders (in case you don't want to go to the PDF file). I would google that company and you should be able to find how to watch through them. Some countries are better than others at promoting their broadcasts. Here is the link to the Olympics page where I got this info from:

Broadcaster Territories Albavision-Televideo Bolivia, Costa Rica, Ecuador, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, Nicaragua, Republica Dominicana, Paraguay, Peru, Uruguay

AMX CONTENIDO Argentina, Bolivia, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, Uruguay, Venezuela

beIN Algeria, Bahrain, Chad, Djibouti, Egypt, Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait, Lebanon, Libya, Mauritania, Morocco, Oman, Palestine, Qatar, Republic of the Sudan, Republic of South Sudan, Saudi Arabia, Somalia, Syria, Tunisia, United Arab Emirates, Yemen

Caracol Colombia

CBC Canada

Chilevisión Chile

CMG China

Dentsu Afghanistan, Brunei, Cambodia, Chinese Taipei, East Timor, Hong Kong, Indonesia, Iran, Laos, Malaysia, Mongolia, Myanmar, Papua New Guinea, Philippines, Singapore, Thailand, Vietnam, Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan

Grupo Globo Brazil

IMC Anguilla, Antigua & Barbuda, Commonwealth of the Bahamas, Barbados, Belize, Bermuda, British Virgin Islands, Cayman Islands, Dominica, Grenada, Guadeloupe, Cooperative Republic of Guyana, Haiti, Jamaica, Martinique, Montserrat, St Kitts & Nevis, St Lucia, St Vincent and the Grenadines, Suriname, Trinidad & Tobago, Turks and Caicos

IMG Inflight & Inship (ex USA)

Infront Angola, Benin, Botswana, Burkina Faso, Burundi, Cameroon, Cape Verde, Central Africa Republic , Chad (non- exclusive), Comoros, Congo (Democratic Republic), Congo (Republic), Djibouti (non-exclusive basis by satellite TV and solely in French), Equatorial Guinea, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Gabon, Gambia, Ghana, Guinea, Guinea- Bissau, Ivory Coast, Kenya, Lesotho, Liberia, Madagascar, Malawi, Mali, Mauritius, Mozambique, Namibia, Niger, Nigeria, Rwanda, São Tomé and Príncipe, Senegal, Seychelles, Sierra Leone, Swaziland, Tanzania, Togo, Uganda, Zambia, Zimbabwe

Japan Consortium Japan

LiveMode Brazil

NBC United States and its territories and possessions, Puerto Rico

Nine Australia, Christmas Islands, Cocos Islands

Prodena Panama

SABC South Africa

SBS South Korea, North Korea

Sky Network Cook Islands, Federal States of Micronesia, Fiji, Kiribati, Marshall Islands, Nauru, New Zealand, Niue, Palau, Samoa, Solomon Islands, Tonga, Tuvalu, Vanuatu

Supersport Angola, Benin, Botswana, Burkina Faso, Burundi, Cameroon, Cape Verde, Central African Republic, Chad, Comoros, Congo, Democratic Republic of Congo, Equatorial Guinea, Eritrea, Eswatini, Ethiopia, Gabon, Gambia, Ghana, Guinea, Guinea-Bissau, Ivory Coast, Kenya, Lesotho, Liberia, Madagascar, Malawi, Mali, Mauritius, Mozambique, Namibia, Niger, Nigeria, Rwanda, São Tomé and Príncipe, Senegal, Seychelles, Sierra Leone, St Helena and Ascension, South Africa, United Republic of Tanzania, Togo, Uganda, Zambia and Zimbabwe

TelevisaUnivision Mexico

TSG Russia Viacom 18 Bangladesh, Bhutan, India, Maldives, Nepal, Pakistan, Sri Lanka

Warner Bros. Discovery Albania, Andorra, Armenia, Austria, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Belgium, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Croatia, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, Finland, France, Georgia, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Iceland, Ireland, Israel, Italy, Kosovo, Latvia, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Malta, Moldova, Monaco, Montenegro, Netherlands, North Macedonia, Norway, Poland, Portugal, Romania, San Marino, Serbia, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Turkey, United Kingdom, Ukraine and Vatican City

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Top 10 astrologer in Qatar

Discover the wisdom of the top 10 astrologers in Qatar, celebrated for their exceptional knowledge and precise predictions. These esteemed astrologers offer personalized consultations, addressing your unique concerns in areas such as career, relationships, health, and finances. With a deep understanding of Vedic astrology and a dedication to excellence, they provide insightful guidance and tailored solutions to help you navigate life's challenges.